#and usually I'm not offended but I'm just like. in awe of the confidence

[emkini]

Me trying to be polite: Hey I want you to do this thing with me. but like only if you want to. you don’t have to. I’d like you to but it’s your call. Did I mention you don’t have to 

My friends: I’m getting the feeling you don’t actually want me to do the thing with you

[illyrianbitch]

Winner

Pairing: Reader x Azriel

Summary: You and Azriel are both sore losers. But when you cheat in a game of cards, winning takes on a whole new meaning.

Warnings: alcohol mention, two competitive losers, a card game, a makeout, some wandering hands & fluff!!

Word Count: 4.6k

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Cassian threw his hands up in defeat, letting out a deep groan as he fell back further into the couch— wings sprawled out, spine slumped. He turned his head to Mor.

“Looks like Az and Y/N beat us again.”

She only groaned in response, rubbing her face with her hands before running them through her hair— taking a moment to smooth it down and tuck a few loose locks behind her pointed ears. 

 “You guys are relentless,” she said in disbelief, “I’m out. You two can have the winner's title.”

You and Azriel exchanged a look— a quick, almost instinctual, response. 

“No way.” You shook your head with a frown. “We can’t both be winners.”

From beside you, Azriel nodded. The movement was eager in agreement, but the alcohol in his body caused his motions to be slower than usual, sluggish, and Mor raised her eyebrow in response. 

“One more game,” he said, eyes tracking between both Mor and Cassian. “Just to settle this properly.”

But Mor only raised her hands in surrender. “Dear gods, no,” she responded, “I’m way too drunk for this.” 

You let out a small sound of disapproval but Morrigan ignored it, turning to give Cassian one last look of retreat before she stood up— unsteadily and disoriented. “Good luck with your showdown. I’m going to bed.”

Azriel gave her a scowl, a look that she matched with another brow raise. With no verbal response given, she turned to offer Cassian an outstretched hand. “You smell like a bar. It’s bedtime for you too, I would say.”

Cassian stilled, staring at her extended hand in a moment of contemplation. His eyes darted towards where you sat next to Azriel—meeting your gaze momentarily before jumping back to Azriel. His lips pursed, eyes narrowing for a second before he seemed to draw a conclusion and his face relaxed. 

“Yup,” he said with a decisive clap of his hands on his thighs. He pushed himself up and grabbed Mor's hand. "I'm outta here. I still have a fun buzz and Az's seriousness is going to kill it."

You let out a small sigh, lips falling into a frown as Cassian met your gaze once more. "Come on, Cass, just going to give up like that?"

He gave you an apologetic shrug. "Sorry, Y/N. You two can fight amongst yourselves.”

“She can't,” Azriel began as he turned to look at you. Something sparkled in his hazel eyes and the corners of his lips twitched into the ghost of a smirk. “The only reason she plays so great is because you two make her look better with how awful you are at this game.”

Your mouth fell open and an offended scoff left your mouth. You smacked his bicep. "That is not true."

Mor chimed in, "Yeah—we aren't that bad."

It was Cassian who responded with a raised eyebrow at her. She scowled at the gesture. 

“Whatever,” she muttered, waving him off with a casual hand as she began walking away. “It’s bedtime."

“Night.” Cassian gave you and Azriel a lazy salute as he stumbled towards the exit. “May the best competitor win.”

You both watched as they left the room, emitting subtle groans as the weight of their drinks began to manifest in their bodies. When their figures disappeared from view, you and Azriel brought your gazes to one another at the same moment, eyes narrowing in on the other. The room quieted around you. 

“I know I can win,” you said, straightening yourself, “I’ll show you.”

Azriel stared at you for a moment, eyes darting around your face before holding your gaze again. A smile grew on his face— confident and slightly lopsided, and his shadows swirled slightly around him in response. “Alright. Let’s keep going.”

You hummed as you cleared the table from the previous game, grabbing a deck of cards and setting the scene for Speed— the perfect game for a winners victory. It required quick reflexes and sharp focus. 

You threw a glance at Azriel, whose eyes were already on you. This felt like a routine. 

Azriel was extremely competitive. He made everything a competition, whether it needed to be or not. Who could get somewhere the fastest, who could get Cassian to say a specific phrase first. And out of everyone, you were the one able to match that energy the most. 

You knew you were competitive. It wasn't something you tried to hide—not that you could. And when you were around Az, it tended to come out the most. But on nights like these, drinking and playing card games, it seemed to come out even more, like a monster at night feeling the strength of the full moon. Except the monster was your inability to accept defeat and the moon, in this case, was the glass of wine you had downed alongside Mor.

Your eyes shot to the empty glass of whisky Azriel had nursed before smirking at him.

“Ready?” 

Azriel's expression turned serious and he nodded slightly, the movement tousling a loose strand of hair on his forehead. You found yourself momentarily distracted by it before quickly snapping your attention back to his intense gaze.

"You sure you’re up for this?" he teased, a hint of a challenge in his voice. "Last time, I seem to recall you complaining about my unfair advantage."

You rolled your eyes. "Unfair advantage, my ass. Just because you have shadows whispering in your ear doesn’t mean you’re unbeatable."

Azriel chuckled and his eyes gleamed with the sound, something bright and warm, golden like honey. "We'll see about that."

With a final shuffle, you placed the deck between you. "I’ll start.”

You began the game, cards flying between you as you tried to outpace each other. Your fingers moved swiftly, eyes darting between the cards and Azriel’s focused face. 

"Is that all you've got?" you teased, slapping down a card.

Azriel gave a low, deep chuckle. "Just getting started."

You matched each of his moves with your own, feeling your competitive fire burning bright within you, a simmering, insatiable adrenaline that made your heart beat faster. The sound of cards slapping against the table echoed through the room, mingling with your rapid breaths and the occasional muttered curse. You bit your lip, tightening the hold on your card.

"You’re slowing down," Azriel taunted in a melodic, light tone. You could hear the grin in his voice and you resisted the urge to look over at him. 

"Wrong," you shot back, eyes darting to the next card. “I’m just giving you a chance to catch up.” 

He snorted beside you, a sound so casual and childish that you bit back a laugh at it. He scooted closer to the table, moving forward to place another card, his arm brushing against yours in the process. 

It only took that one movement for you to become acutely aware of the closeness between you, of the heat of his body radiating into yours. Each time he grabbed or placed a card, the sensation built, sending a nervous flutter through you— a flutter too strong to be attributed to the alcohol alone. His shadows brushed against your skin and you bit back a shiver. 

You tried to ignore it, focusing on the game, but his scent—dark and intoxicating—kept pulling you back in, his body continuing to brush against yours—his knee, his arm—each touch subtle yet electrifying as he drew his hand back.

You briefly considered moving away to regain your composure, but the thought of disrupting your flow and losing concentration on the game held you in place. Then Azriel moved again, placing another card down, and you found yourself fixating on his fingers more than the card itself. The card faded into a white blur against the dark wood table as you stared at the ridges of his scarred hands, his slender fingers, his tan skin— they were attractive. Real attractive.

Azriel was attractive. This was a fact. And if you were being honest to yourself, you always harbored a crush on him—- though, you'd never acted on it, even if there were times where you could've sworn he felt something for you, too. You were good friends, great friends. You never dared to think about it too much. There was no use in entertaining unrealistic ideas. 

But Azriel looked even more attractive now—laid back, hair tousled, cheeks tinged with an alcohol flush, shadows stilled, and determination set in his grin.

You blinked.

"What the hell am I doing?" you muttered under your breath.

Az turned to you. "What?" 

"Huh?" you responded, feigning innocence, but Azriel narrowed his eyes, scanning your face intently.

"What did you say?" 

"Nothing," you replied quickly, trying to regain your composure. Azriel’s gaze steadied on yours, probing and assuming.

"You seem distracted."

“Me? No. I don't get distracted," you asserted, straightening yourself and sizing him up. Azriel raised a brow, a small smirk playing on his lips.

"No?"

"No.”

He leaned back slightly, his smirk widening.

"Then why are you losing?" he asked casually.

Your eyes widened as you snapped your head to the table, a movement so swift and abrupt that a dull ache pulled at the base of your neck. Sure enough, you were losing. Az was one card— two if you were lucky— away from a clean victory. You ran your tongue along your teeth, forcing a smile as you tossed a glance back at him. 

"It's part of the plan.”

"Right,” Azriel quipped, the amusement seeping through his dimpled grin. “The plan to lose?”

That competitive fire flared within you. Damned him and that smile— that arrogant, smug smile. You couldn't let him win so easily, couldn't let him win at all. You rolled your eyes. 

"Are we gabbing like old ladies or are we playing?" 

He raised a brow but pulled himself even further to you. “Neither,” he murmured, “I’m winning.”

You gave him a mocking smile as he placed his next card, falling into another quick-paced round. You were bound to lose— a reality that had begun to manifest right before your eyes, solidifying with every card Azriel placed down. 

You needed to see his cards to strategize, to figure out your next move. But Azriel was laser-focused, his determination etched into his features like details in a finely crafted statue. Each time he brushed against you, a subtle heat ran through your skin. You stilled, shifting your gaze to his face. 

"Oh, Az, wait," you murmured softly. He glanced at you, brows furrowing in slight confusion as you leaned closer to him. Bringing your lip between your teeth, you bit down on it lightly to contain your growing smirk, voice softening as you continued, "You have something."

Azriel frowned and you seized your opportunity, bringing your hands to his face and lightly brushing the corner of his mouth with your thumb. It was a feigned gesture, as if you were wiping away a crumb or a smear of chocolate from the pastries you all had enjoyed earlier that evening. 

There was nothing there, of course, but it served your purpose well.

You made sure to let your thumb linger there for a moment, to brush the pad of your finger against his lips as you pulled back. You held his gaze— a burning, deep hazel. His eyes danced across your face and you watched as he swallowed hard. A satisfied grin tugged at the corners of your lips but you fought it away, letting your hand fall down. 

You stole a quick glance at his cards before you leaned back, casually examining your own cards as you pretended to ponder your next move. He remained still beside you and you ignored the flutter in your ribcage, the strange, trickling sense of excitement that filled your gut. 

You placed your final card down on the table, the sharp snap of it breaking the momentary silence. Azriel snapped out of his reverie and looked down at the cards, then up at you. You leaned into him once more, a playful grin now tugging at your lips— smug and confident. "Speed," you declared confidently.

He blinked and shook his head slightly as he leaned in further to the table, examining the cards laid out before him. 

"Looks like I win.”

He dropped his cards onto the table and his gaze shot up to meet yours.

"You cheated.” 

You leaned back slightly, a mock hurt expression crossing your features. "I did not.”

Pointing an accusatory finger in your face, Azriel's voice grew firmer. "You're a cheater." 

You swatted his finger away, feeling the brush of his shadows swirling around it. "Get your finger out of my face.”

Azriel looked down, seemingly addressing his shadows in a murmured aside, before his gaze returned to yours. 

"It's not my fault you were so distracted," you teased, goading him with a sly glance.

"You distracted me!" 

Casting a nonchalant glance to the side, you shrugged casually. "I don't know what you're talking about," you replied, leaning back into the couch with a playful grin. "You're just mad I won."

"No, you didn't win," Azriel insisted, his jaw tightening in determination. “Because you're a cheater.”

Waving him off dismissively, you rolled your eyes. "There's that word again. Blaming me because you were distracted is such a sore loser move, dude." 

“Dude.” Azriel scoffed.  "You'd be pissed if I did the same thing.”

You innocently shrugged again. "I don't know what you're talking about. I would never get so distracted.”

He raised a brow and a sense of challenge flickered across his face. “No?”

You shook your head. “Nope.”

It was a flat, bolstering lie. You knew it well. A simple brush against you had you so distracted that you nearly lost. And gods, does he look good like this, flustered, focused entirely on you. His furrowed brow, the intensity in his eyes—it was all so alluring. Some being, some butterfly must be trapped in your chest because the fluttering deep within your ribs intensified. 

Azriel didn’t move, his eyes scanning you in a manner that made you itch— made you feel naked and completely bare before him. 

"Don’t move," Azriel said, his voice low and teasing. You felt it against your skin like it was something tangible. "I think you... you have something here."

He leaned in closer, bringing his hand to your face, fingers poised to wipe the corner of your mouth just as you had done to him earlier. The movement was slow, sensual almost, and your heart nearly stopped when his eyes moved from your lips to your eyes. 

You held your breath and the corners of Azriel’s lips twitched. 

"Oh, nevermind," he murmured, withdrawing his hand. "Guess I'm seeing things."

You traced the path of that lip twitch, watching as it grew into a subtle, sly grin. The game had shifted now and Azriel seemed to think he was in the lead— seemed content in his victory. 

Absolutely not.

You let out a small hum. 

“Aw, Az,” you said, softening your face at him. You brought a hand to his bicep— he was dressed casually tonight, a simple black, short-sleeved shirt adorning his frame. His eyes widened slightly at your boldness but he didn't pull away. You placed your palm on his exposed skin, tracing a light, delicate path up his arm. “Always so thoughtful.”

He tensed underneath your touch, and his shadows curled over his shoulders, still and curious, peering down at the motion. Goosebumps ran along his skin and you felt him shudder underneath you, an almost imperceptible reaction. 

When you met his gaze again, Azriel’s eyes were molten. A muscle feathered in his cheek.

You gave into your urge, delicately brushing a small strand of hair away from his forehead and tucking it back into place. In truth, it felt like an excuse to touch him, to feel the softness of his hair beneath your fingertips. You heard a quiet, sharp intake of breath as his shadows moved slowly around his shoulders, watching your every move just as precisely as he did. 

“Well,” he said, and the sound came out as a croak. He cleared his throat as he brought his hand up to yours, wrapping it around your wrist as he lowered your hand with his own. “I’m thoughtful when it comes to you.”

His words didn’t feel like they were said only to get under your skin, nor did they seem like words chosen merely to rile you up—they felt like a confession. You fought to balance your reaction as you felt yourself being pulled in three different directions.

His words made you melt in a strange, almost pathetic way. They felt tender, caring, and you thought about how true they actually were, how much Azriel cared for you, and how often he made that care known. It was one of the reasons you liked him as much as you did, why it was so easy and comfortable being around him, why you felt so emboldened to distract him, to play with him, in such a manner that you did.

But then there was another emotion, a spitfire of competition that felt as if he had exposed a very vulnerable, very delicate nerve. That he was winning this game, that you were so openly affected by simple words and his hand around your wrist.

And finally, there was something else, something as strong as those flutters, something warm and hot that filled you with an urge to run your fingers through his hair, to pull him against you and feel those hands somewhere else. 

You scanned his face, watching as his expression seemed to soften a bit, as a crease formed between his brows. He was thinking too—deeply, intently, thoroughly thinking. It was almost the same look he wore in every game when he was strategizing, but this felt more intimate, more charged. You tried to reel yourself in, tried to throw every thought away and pull your mind together, fix your scent, your posture.

But then his eyes dropped to your lips.

Your heartbeat quickened and something fluttered in your chest, deep within your ribs— that damned caught, trapped butterfly moving in a frenzy. Your eyes dropped down to Azriel’s lips, and when you met his eyes again, he mirrored your actions. You took in the dark, thick lashes that adorned his eyes—lashes that you were able to see so clearly as he looked down towards you, towards your mouth.

The next moment was a blur. You weren't sure who moved first, but suddenly his lips were on yours. They were warm and soft and swallowed you completely— mind and body. 

His taste was intoxicating, a blend of the whiskey he had been drinking and something uniquely him. There had been small fantasies of Azriel that had creeped past your restraint over the years— images and thoughts about his lips and how he mustve felt pressed against you, how he fucked the countless women you’d seen him with.

Even this simple, heated and frenzied kiss was better than your most detailed dreams. 

You felt his hand slide up to cradle your face, his thumb gently tracing the curve of your cheek as he deepened the kiss. Your own hands found their way to his shoulders, fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt as you leaned into him. 

This felt better than any win you’d ever experienced.

You needed to cheat more often.

You pulled away for a brief second, gasping for breath, but the separation was short-lived. His eyes, dark and filled with a desire that mirrored your own, locked onto yours before he captured your lips once more. This time, the kiss was hungrier, more urgent. Azriel's hand slipped to the back of your neck, his fingers threading through your hair as he tilted your head slightly to deepen the kiss. His hands— those large, rough, and beautiful hands— roamed, one staying at your neck while the other slid down your back, drawing you even closer.

The world narrowed to just this moment—  to the way his lips moved against yours, the way his breath mingled with yours, the way his hands felt on your skin. His hands guided you, and before you realized it, you were laying down on the couch, Azriel hovering over you, his lips never leaving yours. His body pressed against yours and his shadows threaded through the strands of your hair, the silky, air-light touch of their movement contrasting with the warmth of his skin— a heady mix that sent shivers down your spine.

He broke the kiss, lips trailing down your jawline, planting soft kisses along the way. You felt a deep, thrilling ache as he kissed the sensitive skin there and you tilted your head back, giving him better access as your hands roamed over his back, feeling the muscles tense and relax under your touch. You circled the base of his wings, admiring how they stretched out above you, and he shivered under the touch, leaving a small playful bite on your neck in response.

“Finally!" 

A heat of panic ran down your skin and you pushed yourself upright— a movement so quick that it sent Azriel falling back onto his side of the loveseat. You caught a brief glimpse of him—disheveled, lips swollen, breathing heavy—before your gaze snapped to the intruder.

Cassian stood in the doorway, grinning from ear to ear.

"What?" you managed to gasp, your own breath coming in shallow pants.

“This.” Cassian pointed a finger between you and Azriel. "Fucking finally."

You casted a glance at Azriel who stared at his brother with a single raised brow. 

“How long have you been standing out there, Cass?" He asked.

Cassian shrugged, still grinning. "Long enough.”

“A bit too long, actually,” Mor’s voice rang out as she rounded the corner, now adorned in a comfortable sleep set. She settled into a stand next to Cassian, offering a small, sheepish smile. “I was starting to feel like a pervert.”

You cringed, a heat flushing your cheeks as you glanced over at Azriel, who met your gaze immediately. But he only sighed, running a hand through his hair as a lone shadow moved down the couch to wrap around your ankle. You ignored the skip of your heart.

"That's real weird, guys," you said.

Just a semblance of dignity is all you asked for.

Cassian waved it off. "Trust me, I've seen more than a handsy makeout with Az."

You grimaced, scrunching your face in distaste. Mor gave Cassian a pointed look. "Cassian—"

He shrugged, unperturbed. "I gotta admit, though, I didn't think we could get you to go that far. I thought maybe a realization—but holy shit!"

Mor’s eyes widened and she smacked his arm with the back of her hand. "Cassian!"

You threw a glance at Azriel but he didn't meet your gaze this time. Instead, he sat up straighter, his eyes narrowing at his brother. It was both unnerving and incredibly attractive—oh gods, focus.

You sat up straighter. "What do you mean you could get us that far?"

Cassian gave an unsure smile before responding, "Oh, you know, just a friendly little push." He looked at Mor, who looked equally guilty but offered you a sheepish, dimpled smile. 

"We were just trying to help you two along.”

Cassian pointed a thumb at her. "Her reasons are selfless, mine are selfish. I just couldn't deal anymore. It's like shoving two dolls together and making them kiss." 

He brought his hands up, mimicking the motion of holding two dolls and repeatedly mashed them together while making loud, exaggerated kissing sounds. Mor watched him with an unamused, scrunched face. 

You furrowed your brows and opened your mouth to talk, but Cassian cut you off, falling into a tipsy ramble.

 "I didn't anticipate how much we needed to drink, though. I thought I was going to get alcohol poisoning before you even touched."

Mor rolled her eyes. "Alright, that's a bit dramatic—"

"It is not," Cassian interrupted, turning to her.

"We barely—"

“You call that barely?”

"—We had one bottle—"

"-— A family-sized—"

You exchanged a glance with Azriel, eyebrows slightly raised, lips twitching with barely suppressed smiles. His eyes flickered with a mix of disbelief and mirth as Cassian and Mor continued their bickering. Leaning back, you extended your hand toward the shadow near your feet. 

Azriel groaned. "Guys—" 

They kept talking.

"Guys!" 

They finally stopped and turned to face him, the room plunging into an awkward silence. Azriel sighed deeply, then said, "Get out. Please."

Mor's eyes widened. "Right! Sorry," she said, giving you a sheepish smile. Cassian, however, turned to you with a grin. 

"You're welcome," he said, and then turned to Azriel, winking. "You're extra welcome."

Mor scoffed, pushing Cassian out of the room. She turned around as she left, flashing you another smile and giving you two thumbs up. You felt a blush rise to your cheeks, and your fingers tightened around the shadow on your hand.

When they disappeared from view, you exhaled deeply and turned towards Azriel. His gaze softened as he looked at you and the corner of his mouth lifted in a small smile. The room felt quieter now, more intimate, and your heartbeat began to slow—  the fluttering in your chest giving way to a warm, steady pulse.

He let out a breath. “Well, that was..." 

"Something," you finished for him.

You locked eyes for a moment before bursting into laughter, the sound echoing throughout the room. 

"I love your laugh," Azriel murmured, his voice low and intimate.

You went breathless, the last note of your laughter leaving your tightened chest in a whisper. 

"Yeah?" 

A flutter filled your chest. 

He nodded and your smile widened as he edged closer, his hand gently cupping your face once more, drawing you to him. 

“They interrupted us," he whispered, his lips brushing against yours.

You swallowed and your cheeks flushed subtly with a blush as you leaned further towards him.

"What a shame," you murmured back, your words a soft invitation.

"A shame indeed." 

Without any further hesitation, his lips found yours again. The kiss was filled with an undeniable urgency—a promise and longing that had simmered beneath the surface for far too long. You melted into the sensation, every nerve ending electrified by the closeness, by the brush of his shadows against your skin.

He pulled away for a second, his breath warm against your lips.

"You were really good at that game, by the way."

You frowned.  "I was losing. Badly."

A faint smirk tugged at his lips as he shook his head. "Not originally. I was."

His thumb circled gently along your cheek. "But who knew all it took was a couple of brushes against your arm to get ahead again."

Your eyes widened in shock and you let out a small gasp, pulling back further to observe his face in full.  He met your gaze with a smug smirk, and despite yourself, a grin of impressed disbelief spread across your face.  

"You dirty little cheat!" you exclaimed, half in playful protest, half in genuine admiration.

He shrugged nonchalantly, his touch still caressing your cheek. "I'd say it worked out."

“Does this mean I win—" 

He cut you off softly, "Just let me kiss you."

Your protest melted away into a sigh of surrender as he closed the gap between you eagerly. You welcomed the warmth of his lips against yours, falling lax in his touch as he moved to hover you again. The world around you faded into insignificance. 

You definitely won tonight. 

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idk why but this is one of my favorite lil moments ive written, it gave me butterflies writing it (i am touchstarved and a sore loser)

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[gatitties]

'Love' confession

Manager Miniseries

─Aoba Josai x fem!reader

─Summary: you were just trying to help and the team seems to be at the wrong time to hear something stupid

─Warnings: none

11 < 12 > 13

"I'm serious! (Nn) is in love with me."

"What makes you think that, shittikawa?"

The captain acted offended, no one on his team believed that their manager was secretly madly in love with him, they had never seen you express any kind of romantic interest in someone before.

"Who wouldn't fall in love with me?"

"Surely a lot of people..."

Kunimi whispered, vaguely wiping the sweat from his forehead, grabbing his gym bag, glancing sideways as Kindaichi finished changing.

"Besides, remember that she didn't even know you before entering the club."

"Matsukawa is right."

"Of course... but since I'm irresistible, it was inevitable that she fell in love with me."

Iwaizumi punch him again and he complained, insisting that you were crazy in love for him. He was so persistent that ended up convincing them to secretly spy on you, since today was Monday they wouldn't have trainning before lunch, so they would have that time to keep an eye on you.

You always tried to keep a low profile, you were always late, trying not to let anyone notice you enough, you didn't have many friends considered close, but at least you had some trust with your classmates. Since you were very carefree, you didn't mind helping someone who asked, that's why your classmates constantly ask you for some favors, of course they knew when would ask for these, because if you weren't in the mood or were too tired you would politely deny them. And that was exactly what you were doing right now; a favor to a classmate.

"(N) you say it as if it were easy."

"It is?"

You shrugged, stretching out your arms, letting out a yawn, lunchtime was always your nap time to catch up on the sleep you missed at night.

"Could you do it again?"

"Whatever..." you sighed to get into the role of a crazy lover, changing your expression to a more animated one as well as the tone of your voice to a softer one "Oikawa, I love you! would you go out with me?"

There were a few seconds of silence, the girl seemed to analyze the tone of voice, the expression and the gestures that you had made.

"It's just a silly confession of love, don't break your head too much about it."

"It still looks so easy! Surely when you are in front of him you will freeze."

The team who were listening to the conversation from behind the scenes went blank when they heard you two talk about confessing to Oikawa.

"Was that idiot right?"

"I don't believe that (N) is in love with you."

"Yeah, she doesn't deserve that shit."

"You all are so mean"

He complained but everyone fell silent when they saw how you left the classroom, they hid better to continue listening.

"What? I wouldn't freeze confessing."

"Then try to do it."

"What's the point of that? It's you who is in love."

"Aw come on, you can't deny that you like him a little, plus you can always say it was a joke or something… I don't even have the confidence to get close to him."

You sighed, rubbing the bridge of your nose, you didn't want to be the one to break her illusion, but if she needed you to do it first to give her courage, it wasn't a big deal for you.

The boys were totally speechless, of everyone who could fall in love with Oikawa, did it have to be you? They had grown fond of you and appreciated your small gestures even though you were carefree most of the time, and Oikawa's streak of breakups didn't leave him in a good light.

They wouldn't want a crush to spoil your team relationship because of the captain, even Oikawa was stunned, he had suspicions but this was beyond what he thought and he didn't know how to feel about it.

At lunchtime, minutes later when everyone was in the dining room, you arrived as usual later after a little nap, everyone tensed up when you sat down at the table, you seemed unaware of the environment, too focused on your food, only looked up when you finished eating. You narrowed your eyes to see how everyone was looking at you, then remembered that you had to 'confess', yes you had forgotten.

"Ah, Oikawa I have to tell you something." now the looks were more intense, but you paid attention to the fact that the girl from before was stunned to see how you said it casually as if you were greeting someone "I love you, would you go out with me?"

The team seemed to have died, almost as if their spirits flew above their bodies, before anyone could react, you raised your thumbs in the direction where your classmate.

"(Nn) I-I don't want to hurt your feelings, but I think we're not ready for a relationship, I'm not sure about my feelings right now..."

He dramatically placed one hand on his chest and the other on his forehead, blinking several times, you put on a flat face, erasing all false acting expression.

"Yeah... about that I don't really love you, it was only to teach her how she should confess, a silly dare too."

You pointed out to the second year girl that had asked the favor, that now she was a little embarrassed. When they listened to you, the spirits of the team returned to their bodies, relieved, it already sounded very strange that you were in love with Oikawa.

"So you don't like Oikawa?"

"But we heard-!"

"You should listen better or analyze the context of conversations and not spy on people in the first place."

Their souls came out of their bodies again, embarrassed because despite their attempts, they were caught red-handed, although you didn't care much, seeing their horrified faces at they thought that you liked their captain was incredible besides the complaints from Oikawa for being 'rejected' in a certain way.

[theundeadsnake]

Hello again can you do offenderman and ticci toby (separate with Toby's being platonic) with a reader that randomly dies but comes back to life after a few hours or just a reader that can die but comes back every time? (whichever works best for you)

Hi, it’s great to see you again 😊 I decided to combine both concepts, this is part 1. Offenderman x dying reader that comes back to life after a few hours. Part 2 will be out later on - I'm not sure when.

The very first time you die, he is terrified. His arms and other appendages will be wrapped around your cold lifeless body. He is cradling you with great care. Devastated and so numb, and yet at the same time so gentle with you, as though your lifeless corpse could feel his care from the afterlife.

His usual confident demeanor and cocky attitude have been washed away completely. He wants to get up and do something, but he can’t. What would he even be able to do now? You’re dead – it’s too late.

Why was I not with you? Why did I not manage to protect you? He will ask himself. The guilt and self-blame will overwhelm him.

His body, mind, and spirit feel as though he is below a lake. As though a great tsunami has washed away all his heart cares about. The world feels fuzzy. It feels wrong.

Sure, logically speaking he knew; he has always known that having a human-like lover will be a temporary chapter in his life. Your lifelines have always held different lengths. He just never thought it would happen so soon. All his dreams and plans for you both have been shattered to pieces.

And then it happens, he senses your breathing. Your body warming up and you slowly becoming aware. He feels like a child, first seeing a lone caterpillar turning into a butterfly. Though to him this is not about beauty, you have always been his number one. His fear is replaced by confusion, awe, and gratefulness. This is a miracle he thinks to himself. Like a butterfly you are doing what no other being has, reshaping and breaking the known laws of the universe.

“Love I’m so glad you’re here”. He will whisper to you. Trying to both comfort and reassure you even though he knows absolutely nothing. Despite that you can feel his hands shaking, you can hear the worry in his voice, and feel the tension that overwhelms his body. He acts confident but you can tell that he is anxious.

Offender has so many questions for you. Are you alright? Did it hurt? What happened – is this normal – is this common? Who hurt you? But for now, he will settle for making sure you’re safe.

Death is scary, uncomfortable, and not an experience any being has ever enjoyed.

You two will most likely end up together in your shared bedroom with him gently caressing you as though you are the most precious being in the universe. To him you absolutely are.

In the upcoming weeks, you will notice a slight change in him, or rather in how clingy he gets. Your lover has always been a very handsy affectionate man, though now he is by your side constantly. You won’t die, he is well aware of that…now. But something inside him does not want to let go of your hand. That fear is still buzzing at the back of his mind.

[speedydestinydream]

I understand the transmasc Jake headcanon and I think it's very neat but have you ever considered...

Transfem Jake?

Not enough people talk about the idea of transfem Jake, honestly.

(Though, with most characters in the TMF fandom, when people headcanon them as trans they usually headcanon them as transitioning to the canon gender they are in the show originally—Ex. Headcanoning Zander to be FtM/Headcanoning Daisy to be MtF)

It has so much potential !!! Here, I'll give a few ideas:

Ex. 1. Jake trying to figure out whether or not she (I'm just gonna use she/her for talking about transfem jake) has a crush on Daisy, or if she wants to be Daisy and is simply getting extreme gender envy from her. (Spoiler alert: It's probably both.)

Ex. 2. Jake comes out to her friend group and they're all supportive and whatnot and all that good stuff. Henry thinks he finally has a chance with Lia. nope. Lia is still in love with Jake either way. (Pansexual Lia... hell yeah.)

Ex. 3. Lia and Zoey help Jake with her transition. Helping her figure out how to put on makeup, helping her pick out reasonable stylish outfits, taking her out on girl's nights with them, defending her with their lives. I know Zoey despises Jake... buuuuut I'm gonna ignore that for the sake of fluff. Maybe they just develop a frenemy kind of bond. (Ignore canon.)

Ex. 4. Jake comes out to the music club and Hailey is extremely proud of the fact that they gained one more female club member. (Milly is jumping up and down and celebrating this.)

Ex. 5. Jake comes out to her family. Milo still doubts her ability to get girls, whether identifying as a boy or girl. Jake is extremely offended.

Ex. 6. In freshman year of highschool, Daisy is the first person Jake confides in about her gender struggles.

Ex. 7. Jake loses a bet with her friends and puts on a dress. Refusing to admit it, she actually feels extremely confident in it. She secretly buys the dress, keeping it in her closet, hoping for the day she could wear it in public.

Ex. 8. Oh wow, Angst. - The angst potential is STRONG. I know how much this fandom loves angst.

Jake is in an all guy friend group—well, atleast her closest friends are guys. She might feel extremely out of place, like she didn't belong, even with her group of friends. The emotions from her past of being friendless and out of place strike back to her as she realizes she feels nothing like all her other friends, and even her own body makes her feel out of place now. She ends up starting to slowly drift way from Drew, Henry, and Liam, refusing to admit what's wrong.

Ex. 9. (Still angst) - Middle school Jake would often stay up late at night, occasionally accidentally pulling all nighters, looking at herself in the mirror, trying to figure out what was so wrong with her that she felt this way.

Ex. 10.

Jake: *is coming out as transfem and stuff and stuff yknow*

Zander: *rests hand on Jake's shoulder* Don't worry, this doesn't change how I feel about you in the slighest.

Jake: Aw, thanks-

Zander: I still think you are a cocky asshole.

Jake:

These are just some things I made up on the spot. Some might not be that interesting, i know. I have many great transfem jake ideas but they all just fucking left me when i decided to write this. Curse you stupid brain. If my good ideas come back I'll be sure to add more on to it in a reblog.

In all honesty, the most accurate depiction of transfem Jake would probably just be...

Jake thinking—"Heh, I'm such a ladies man," to "Oh shit.. maybe I'M a lady!"

[theheadlessgroom]

@beatingheart-bride

"I felt like I had sworn in front of a princess!" Randall admitted with a shy laugh, the rest of his family laughing along as he rubbed the back of his neck: Though he would freely admit he could cuss a blue streak with the best of 'em, he tried to keep his mouth clean in public, and certainly keep it extra-clean in the presence of an upper-class young woman like Emily. Needless to say, his failing to do so absolutely mortified him in the moment, though he could certainly laugh about it now.

"I, uh...I didn't want to sound like I had no manners," he continued sheepishly, adding, "It, uh...it did take a while for her to convince me that she wasn't offended by my cursing-I felt awful, I really did, in the moment, though, I felt like it made it seem like I was born in a barn..."

"Awww, reminds me of when August and I first started getting to know each other," Josephine giggled amusedly, seeing a lot of similarities between her husband and grandson in the moment as she went on to explain just how nervous her future spouse was in the early days, very flustered being around such a confident, forward, and scantily clad woman (which quite flattered her, honestly).

"I used to have him over for coffee after performances, and bless his heart, he was so nervous-the only thing louder than his racing heartbeat was the way his cup used to clatter against his saucer! Well, one day, he got so wound up that he dropped his cup and spilled coffee all over the rug (which didn't bother me much; if anything, the coffee stain made that cheap ol' thing look better), and between his very rapid-fire apologies, I could hear him cursing under his breath, and that only made him apologize even more!"

"I'm not usually one for vulgarity," August admitted bashfully. "But I was just so frustrated and embarrassed by my inability to sit still that it just...slipped out, and I felt awful, just awful, swearing in the presence of a lady!"

Most people wouldn't bat an eye at swearing around someone in her profession, but he was a consummate gentleman to everyone he met, and so he didn't think twice about apologizing to her (even though, as she told him, she'd heard worse).

[moonnue]

Portrait of a Vampire

Astarion x Artist!Tav.

He catches you sketching him. Part 2 Here

2nd Person POV. Gender Neutral.

1.1k Word Story.

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Just like that. You needed him to stay just like that. With the campfire light dancing across his visage, lighting up his features in ways you've never seen before. You wanted to capture every shine and every shadow. Your sketchbook was filled with a variety of different portraits already, but now you needed this one. And afterwards, whatever else suited his face.

Which was everything.

You were concentrating very hard. Eyes lingering on him for just long enough to capture the image of him in your mind for the time it took to translate to paper. So engrossed were you in the shading around his cheeks and neck, that you didn't hear the footsteps as he approached.

"You've been staring for an awful long time, darling."

You jolted, slamming the book shut with urgency. When you looked up to him with your cheeks flushed, it was obvious by his expression that you had spooked him.

"Are you hiding something from me?" He purrs as his usual demeanor returns. "You're not writing something naughty, are you?"

"No." You respond flatly. Thank the Gods you actually weren't. This time.

"Then, what do you have?" Astarion studies the book in your hands. "And why have you been staring at me? Not just tonight, either. Don't think I haven't noticed, love. You've been staring every single night." He pauses with a smirk, brushing a lock of hair behind an ear. "Not that I blame you. I'd look at myself, too, if I could."

He shifts slightly on his feet, regarding you almost coldly now. "It's just... you've been scratching in that journal while you do it." The gaze that meets yours is hard, accusatory. "Why?"

You swallow thickly.

"Sorry." You say, opening your pack to put away your notebook. "I'll stop."

"I didn't say stop!" He pouts, one hand on his hip. He opens the palm of his other hand to you, gesturing with his fingers as he commands, "Give it here."

"Excuse me?" You shoot him a glare. "This is my private journal. I'm not giving it to you."

"Well, frankly, dear, you're being suspicious. And I think I deserve some answers." He tells you in a huff. "Besides. I could just steal it from you later while you sleep. You should be grateful I'm asking so nicely."

You roll your eyes.

"I'm going to show you one page." You say, flipping through the book. "Just one. That's it."

Astarion clicks his tongue. "Why? Is it because you really have been jotting down naughty things? You know I won't judge."

In truth, it was because you weren't confident in all of your drawings of him. Last thing you wanted was to offend him. You had a different book filled with your lusts that was tucked away elsewhere.

You hand him the book, opened to the page of your choosing. It features one of your favorite sketches. "Here."

You're surprised he doesn't take it right away. You had been looking away, scared and a little embarrassed, waiting for him to laugh or insult you. Instead, there's just silence. When you finally muster the courage to look at him, you're surprised by his expression. He looks to be in awe.

"Is that..." He says softly, softer than you've ever heard his voice before. "Is that me?"

You recall the mirror conversation. You had been drawing him long before that, given you thought he was handsome and had a nice face to sketch. But it hadn't really occurred to you until now that this was most likely the first time he's seen himself in a long, long while.

You pale a little at the realization.

"Yes." You stand to your feet quickly, approaching a little closer, offering up the book again. "Go ahead. Take it."

Astarion does just that, taking the book gingerly between his finger tips. You can feel his hands are shaking. His eyes are wide, in utter disbelief. Like he's not quite sure what he's looking at. He hasn't said anything yet, but already you feel this is the greatest compliment you've ever received.

"This is..." he breathes. His eyes flicker across the page, studying it, trying to take in every scratch of your pencil. "This is beautiful." He finally looks up at you with those some, awed eyes. "You drew this?"

You have to bite your tongue to stop yourself from making a rude remark. You're sick of people asking such a dumb question. But Astarion is so shell shocked. Of course he'd ask.

"Yes. I did."

He looks back down at it, mouth still agape. He closes it momentarily to swallow dryly, but then opens it back up again. The man is clearly at a loss for words.

"I..." He began. "I don't know what to say."

"Don't say anything." You take the book back from him. He's disappointed at first, but then watches eagerly as you tear the page away from its binding. You hand it to him.

"Here." You say. "You can have it."

He doesn't take it right away. Hands hovering in the air right before it, as if he's afraid one touch will cause the paper to crumble to pieces. "Are-- are you sure?" He regards you with uncertainty. "You must have worked hard on this."

"It's okay. I have others."

He smiles broadly at you-- all teeth, eyes lighting up. It's the first genuine expression of happiness you've seen from him, you think. It's so much different from the others. "There's more?" he asks.

"Now, now." You say, flapping the page at him, urging him to take it. "I said you can look at one page."

His tongue clicks with annoyance. "But they're all of me, aren't they? Doesn't the model deserve to see?"

You shake your head. You hold out the portrait further to him. "Take it before I change my mind."

You don't even get to finish the demand before he's taking it, ever so gently, in his hands. He holds it before him with such care. He's still smiling. Then, he looks up at you through those thick, dark lashes. Ruby eyes gleaming.

"Who knew you were so talented?" he says.

You roll your eyes again, shoving your sketchbook back into your pack for good this time. "Goodnight, Astarion." You tell him, heading towards your tent.

"Why, I never!" You hear him call behind you. "I gave you a compliment! The least you can do is say, 'thank you'!"

"You're welcome." You respond with a smirk over your shoulder. For a second, you're almost convinced you can see pink dusting his undead cheeks.

Almost.

You want to draw that next.

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[yourlastbraincell-kiwi]

Jealous Much?

UNEDITED

(Y/N)'s POV

     I cheered for our football team before dragging Zed off to the sidelines. "Is everything ready?" I said, with my hands clasped together. He smiled, and I just knew that that was a good sign. "Yep!" "Thank you so much!" I said, wrapping my arms around his neck, hugging him tight. This was going to go perfectly, you had step something for you and Wyatt, to enjoy, since we haven't been around each other much.

Wyatt's POV

     "Wyatt, come on! You can't hide it from me forever!" I heard Wynter exclaim from behind me, causing me to walk faster. "Yes, I can, and I will!" I said, balling up my fists walking away from the football field. "Would you slow down please and look at me?" I sighed, turning to her, watching her catch her breath. "Hold on, give me a minute.." She put her hands on her knees. "I don't know how humans do this," she started with a cough. "Okay, can you please tell me what has been going on with you? We're family and family usually tell each other secrets." "Yeah, we do. But when we do tell you a secret, you blab." She put a hand on her chest, offended. "Blab?! I don't blab."

     I folded my arms, giving her my 'oh really,' face. "Fine, you tell me a secret and I won't tell a soul." I sighed before telling her one of my 'secrets,' that clearly wasn't true, to put her to the test. We waited for a good minute or so and she hasn't said anything. "See? I really can hold a secret!" She said with so much confidence, that quickly flattered, when I said, "Give it a second." I smirked as Willa come out from behind a corner. "What are you guys doing here?"

     "DID YOU KNOW THAT WYATT TALKS TO HIMSELF IN THE MIRROR BEFORE A DATE WITH (Y/N)?"

     "There it is." I sighed, standing up about to walk away before Willa caught my wrist. "Hold on a minute. Wynter, can you give us a minute?" She asked and Wynter left us. "What seriously up with you?" She asked sitting down, and I sat down next to her. I took a minute before answering. "It's (Y/N)-" "She hasn't hurt you, has she?" "No, no! Nothing like that. It's just that she hasn't been hanging out with me as much, lately." I looked down, playing with the hem of my jacket. "Have you talked to her?" "Kind-of?" I said avoiding Willa's gaze. "You never talked to her about it, did you?"

     "I did! It was just indirectly though..." "Wyatt!" "I'm sorry, alright! I just don't want to seem clingy or anything. I want this to last, okay?" "Wyatt, you're saying that like if you say the wrong thing and she'll turn around and hate you for the rest of your life." "I mean, it could.." "Oh my, if you don't go over to her and talk to her, I will hurt you. We may be family, but that doesn't mean I won't dropkick you." I had my hands up defensively, standing up going to look for (Y/N) before stopping. "Hey, Willa? Thanks." I said before jogging over to (Y/N).

(Y/N)'s POV

     "(Y/N)? (Y/N)! Can you come here a sec?" I heard Wyatt, call a few feet behind me. "Wyatt! I've been looking for you everywhere. I need to show you something!" I said grabbing hold of his hand leading him somewhere. "Wait, can I talk to you about something?" "Can it wait? You're not going to want to miss any of this." I smiled at him, and he showed a small one back in return. "Okay, lead the way." I excitedly, dragging him all the way to the Forbidden Forest, not to the den, but somewhere else.

     I laughed as Wyatt keep hitting and dodging tree branches. He laughed a little too, "Where are you taking me?" "You'll see in about three seconds." I said positioning him the right way. "Now open." He opened and stared at surroundings in absolute awe. "What do you think?" "What do I think? I think it really cool, and sweet that you did this for me." "It wasn't just me, Zed did most of the work." I said, standing next to him.

     "Hey, can we talk now?" I nod, in response. "Of course!" We sat down and I laid my head on his shoulder. "I just wanted to tell you that, I- uh-" He coughed a little bit, trying to clear his throat. "What is it, Wy?" " I just wanted to say, that you've been hanging out with Zed a lot, and I know he's your best friend and all, but I wanted to hang out with you too, not in a clingy way either, I just..." He stopped as I hushed him. "Of course, we can hang out more, that's one of the reasons why Zed and I did this, to spend time with each other, babe." I smiled, kissing his cheek.

     "You better now?" "Much." "Good, but what's this I hear about you being jealous that Zed and I spent a lot of time with you?" I asked, laughing, as Wyatt growled. "Wynter!" He exclaimed but calmed down as I wrapped my arms around him, kissing him gently. "Love you, Wy." "Love you more, pip."

[rooster-the-love-of-my-life]

Fathers.

"Well hello there instructor."

"Admiral." Y/N replied, entering her father's office. "How you been?"

"Oh you know, being scolded by your mother and then making it up to her by a beautiful present."

"So the usual?" She said, smiling.

"Yes."

"It's good to see you dad." She said giggling.

"It's good to see you too kid." Replied Iceman. The Admiral was seated in his chair, smiling at his daughter as she was facing him, grinning.

"So how's the tranjng going?" He questioned.

"It's going." Y/N replied vaguely.

"What's that supposed to mean?" He asked again.

"It's just difficult dad. All there time I'm the Navy, they've been told they're the best of the best and now they've started to believe it. It's annoying, they're over confident, they're cocky, they can't do anything properly, they risk their damn lives just in training so I have no clue how they'll survive the actuall mission, they pick up fights with each other and they are just a pain in my ass." Ranted the younger Krasinski.

"Who is he?" Asked Tom, smirking one has saw his daughters flushed face.

"Is it that obvious?"

"Nah, father's just know everything." He replied. "Now tell me who he is."

"Lieutenant Jake 'Hangman' Seresin." She replied.

"Nice callsign. Reminds me of someone else's." Her father said.

"Yes, I know it's quite similar to yours. His behavior is as well."

"How so?"

"He is just as over confident as you, a huge player and a mess. He also picks up fights." She answred, leaning more into her chair.

"Who did he offend?" The older Krasinski asked, intrigued by his daughters love life.

"Rooster."

"That's him?" He said in surprise.

"You know about him?"

"Mav told me."

"Of course, your second wife." Teased Y/N.

"First actually, I met your mother after him." He went along with it, making Y/N laugh out loud. He could see the happiness on her face, it was still the same.

He remeberd seeing this look for the first time when Maverick had taken her on a joyride on his motorcycle. Neither her miter or Tom were supportive of this idea, but after much pleading by both Y/N and uncle Mav, they agreed, and they were quite happy they did. Cause for the first time in her life had she ever smiled like that. They had only seen this look on her three times, this being the third.

"How'd you meet?"

"At the hard deck. He hit on me using this awful, awful song and then followed me into the bathroom to stop me from making a mistake with Mav and have sex with him." Y/N recalled the night she had met the guy fondly.

"Which song?"

"You've lost that loving feeling."

"Oh that'd ones a player." Replied Iceman, recalling having seen this trick once before.

"He is, but I'm not risking anything."

"If he make you happy, taking a risk is fine." He dad said.

"That's the thing dad, I don't know what he make me feel." Whined Y/N.

"You'll figure it out." Her dad said getting up slowly. "Now let's go have dinner before you mother kills us both and we never get to see the end of your story."

"I can tell you the end now." Y/N said, getting up as well and putting her arm on her father's shoulder as she helped hin out of the room. He had gotten weeker than before, but she wouldn't admit it

"And give me a spoiler." He fake gasped, making Y/N smile at her dad. The last smile she'd ever give him.

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[whitesuitdarkiplier]

i have a Darkiplier fluff prompt if you want it! (he/him reader if u don't mind) reader is exhausted and grouchy but they're trying real damn hard to not be too snippy with Dark 🥺 wherever you wanna go with that, as long as it's fluffy i'm just having a grouchy day ahaha rip

I’m sorry you’re having a grouchy day! I hope you feel better ❤️‍🩹 This was so sweet and cute and I hope you enjoy it!

It was an early morning, and Dark seemed troubled. Everyone noticed it. Though, usually his frustration led to bursts of outrage, he was pensive, often unresponsive. Finally, he decided to confess.

“I’m…concerned for him,” Dark admitted from behind his desk, “He’s not been so stressed in quite a while. Yesterday he could barely respond without holding back his frustration.”

His voice is unsure, at a loss as to how he could fix the situation. So, he chose to seek help. He sighed, “I’m asking your advise because…you seem to have vast experience in the affairs of the heart.”

Illinois stood before Dark, head cocked to the side and a hand on his hip in a way that screamed confidence. He was just as much a lover as he was an adventurer, which made him a prime source of advice when it came to love. It was still humiliating for Dark.

“Dark,” he drawled, “I’m flattered you would say so. And it’s true I’ve had many passionate affairs.” He looks up in fond memory of them, “And one thing I’ve come to know in my time is that you can’t always approach a distressed animal all rough and aggressive.” He leaned closer, putting one hand on the desk as if he were about to reveal some grand secret. “Sometimes, most of the time, all that creature needs is a gentle touch.” Illinois gestures with his other hand, “Same goes for lovers…you gotta show them a little love and tenderness. Show ‘em that you care.”

Dark thought for a moment. You always visited him in the late afternoon, and that should give him time to ponder on Illinois’ words. While grand gestures was one thing, the idea of being gentle was foreign. There’s wasn’t anything gentle about him. Yet, he would try.

That afternoon you knocked on Dark’s office door, frustrated and irritable about another awful day. You debated whether you should come here at all. You didn’t feel like seeing anyone at the moment. Not even him. But it was too late, the door opened to reveal Dark offering you a little smile as you entered.

“Good afternoon, (y/n),” he said.

You sighed deeply, almost heading straight for the leather couch on the adjacent wall of the office. You needed a nap.

“Hi.”

You plop down on the couch, kicking your feet up and rubbing your temples. Silence followed for a few seconds before Dark walked over to you. He seemed…nervous. Which was extremely out of character.

“Are you well?” He asked.

“I’m alive,” you groan, “Stupid fucking work.”

He cleared his throat, reaching out to touch your shoulder. “Is there anything you need?”

You tensed a little when he touched you, but you’re sure it was just the irritability. You sigh and offer a muttered apology.

“Sorry. Didn’t mean to do that. I’m fine.”

He didn’t seem offended or upset by your reaction. He’s had quite a few days like the one you’re having.

“Have you been able to rest much?”

The questions annoy you. “Dark…what’s with the interrogation?”

God damn it. You thought. I’m being an asshole.

Dark took a breath, as if to brace himself, and said, “I was thinking…you could accompany me to the garden if you wish. It’s quite a lovely day.”

You look up and his hand is offered to you. He patiently waits for your answer. You’re unsure why, but the gesture seems so gentle. You look into his eyes and nod. “I’d like that.”

He held your hand all the way to the garden, his fingers interlacing with yours in a protective manner. It felt so safe. Like he would never let you go.

“Come,” he said softly, slowly guiding you to a nearby bench, “Sit with me.”

You obliged. He didn’t release your hand, not that you wanted him too. The sun was high in the flawlessly blue sky, warming your skin. The flowers were in full bloom, bright with vibrant colors. You look at him and can’t help but stare. He’s not usually so…sweet.

He catches your gaze and frowns, “Is something wrong?”

“No not at all,” you quickly assure him, “It’s perfect, actually.”

He smiled ever so slightly, still looking nervous. Slowly, he turned towards you and reached up, brushing your hair away from your face with the gentlest touch, soft as a breeze. He caressed your cheek with his thumb looking into your eyes with such tenderness it made the stress and grouchiness melt away.

It took your breath away, your eyes fluttered closed, “I don’t know I’ve ever seen this side of you…” you whisper as a smile crosses your lips, “I like it.”

He palm is on your cheek, his hands are surprisingly warm and soft. When you open your eyes, he’s staring at you as if you were some master work of art. It fills your heart so full that you place your hand over his and say, “Dark I’m sorry for being—“

He shook his head, “There’s no need for an apology. I know you’ve been under pressure as of late. And as cold as I come off…” he paused, “as cold as I am…with you, I feel warm,” he chuckles, shocked by the confession himself, “and I want to make you feel as happy as you make me.”

He took your hand and placed a gentle kiss on your fingers. “Whatever you need from me, I will provide. Say the word and it is yours.”

Tears pricked at your eyes and you smiled, so grateful. You leaned forward, your foreheads touching, and nuzzle closer, breathing deeply. “Just…stay with me awhile? It’s so peaceful,” you said.

He kissed your forehead and you leaned into him, his arm wrapped around you in a soft embrace. Intertwined with each other.

“Of course, darling.”

The name rolled off his tongue, and it brought heat to your cheeks as you turned your face to bury it in his neck.

“Say it again?” You ask softly.

Dark holds you closer, smiling, “Again and again, darling.”

[beomglocks]

summary: there’s a cute new barista at the shop!

pairing: barista!beomgyu x reader

warnings & other : fluff, beomgyu not good at making coffee, reader whipped for cute boy, i had this is my drafts this whole time & forgot to post it lol

w/c: 694

"order for...y/n?" you hear someone call. at the sound of your name you perk up and leave your lecture notes unattended at the cafe table you occupied.

when you get to the counter to pick up your coffee, you stare in awe at the boy who made your drink. his name tag reads “beomgyu” with a smiley face attached to the end. he wasn't the one who normally made your drinks but got damn was he fine as fuck. "im y/n," you say out loud.

he looks you up and down before smiling and handing you your drink. "thank you! come again," he says. "wait!" you already got your drink from him but your curiosity won't let you just end the conversation there. "where's yeonjun?" yeonjun is the barista who usually makes your drinks and it's unusual to see him not at his post.

"ah, he called in sick for the week so i had to take over. it's actually my first day on the job so please let me know how i did," he says. you nod, bringing the cup towards your lips but he stops you quickly before you're able to take the first sip. "just so you know, it probably won't be up to par with how yeonjun makes it, it being my first day and all."

of course it won't be up to par with yeonjun's, you think to yourself. yeonjun's been making my coffee for months just the way i like it with a special touch. no one could ever come close to making it like him. "it's ok, I'm sure it's not that bad!"

you subtly take a whiff of it before bringing the cup to your lips. it smells good enough. beomgyu watches you closely wanting to know if he did a good job or not in pleasing one of his first customers. you don't even take a full gulp of the coffee before a weird tingle runs up your spine and you hold back a choke.

you bring the cup down quickly. it's bad. it's not the worst coffee you've ever tasted but damn it's a close second. you don't want to offend the new barista so you hold back a gag at the taste.

"how is it?" he innocently asks. how is it?! you want to ask him if they had given him an orientation prior to putting him out into the field. you wonder if yeonjun had told him how to blend the coffee or which milks to use.

"it's..." you think for a moment about what words to say as to not make him feel bad. "it's coffee."

he smiles widely, "that's the best response I've gotten all day. i had to make coffee for our boss and the other workers before coming out here and they had the same response more or less."

he seems proud at managing to create something that's at least edible. "at least you're cute." the phrase slips from your mouth without you thinking and you stare at beomgyu's awkward expression hoping he somehow didn't catch that.

"thanks?" he isn't sure how to respond. "sorry that was random.. but thanks for the coffee," you say quickly, hoping to get out of the weird situation you put yourself in.

"wait! you're pretty cute too and you don't hate my coffee. the next time you come to the cafe let's chill during my break?" he says. his eyes are shining and his hair is messily strewn across his head, indications of the busy day of the hours prior. you can't say no. he looks too cute right now.

thank god for the see through plastic masks. you can see his boyish grin and fuck, why are you just now noticing his white dress shirt under the mandatory grey apron. the sleeves are rolled up to showcase his veiny arms and long finge-

"ill take that as a yes," he smiles confidently now. you're at a loss for words as he has now caught you staring him down. you can tell his confidence was boosted by your clear attraction towards him.

fuck him and his poorly made coffee.

[sapphire-dreamsky]

Headcanons of Sukuna being turned into a child for an entire day

A/N: This is my first time doing headcanon, hopefully I do it right. I find the idea of Sukuna, the feared king of curses getting turned into a child hilarious for some reasons. Might be my tired mind which wants a break from studying😅. For this idea's sake, Sukuna has his own body. I leave it to your imagination if he is still a curse but was somehow enrolled into helping sorcerers (highly improbable), or he is born as a sorcerer.

Also, I wish to thank my followers, for liking my content enough to want to stick around. I won't be posting much (University just started but I am already so busy with assignments and such). I will try to write as much as I can but there will be months where I won't be posting lengthy stories. So yeah, sorry for the long ramble, just wanted to let you know how grateful I am. Without futher ado, let's jump right into the arms of Sukuna lol.

You were sent on a mission of high importance.

It was your first time doing it and you were proud to be the one chosen for such a task.

However, Sukuna was bored and according to him, you were the only interesting person in his eyes (besides Megumi of course) when it comes to hanging out with either Itadori or Nobara or god forbid, Gojo Satoru. Beurk, his own words.

Actually, he was kind of forced to say that since you are dating.

And Sukuna doesn't date boring or weak people.

So, with him in toe, after you made him swear he won't interfere unless necessary, you both headed to the place where the exorcism would take place.

It was a special grade curse. One of which was that the nature of it's jujutsu was unknown since it was only discovered recently.

In hindsight, knowing the elders, the mission could have been a suicide missio meant to get rid of you because you disagree with the system.

And it doesn't help that you are Satoru's student. A well-known thorn in their side despite his immeasurable strength.

Despite that, a mission was a mission. And with Sukuna by your side, you were quite confident of coming out of this alive. Not that you couldn't on your own, but he is like a booster...or a support character. But don't tell him that.

The mission was going smoothly. The curse was not as impressive as the document made it out to be.

Or so you two thought.

When you were ready to go, a beam of light was thrown at you.

Sukuna threw himself in front of you.

You were quite worried. He is your boyfriend for God's sake! Despite him claiming he is the strongest, you were still allowed to fret over him at times! And the curse was already exorcised. So where did the beam come from?!

However, there were more important matters at hand.

Like where did he go?

Why were his clothes lying down like back with a bundle in the middle?! Why was the bundle moving?! Why was it cursing?!

Then...the cutest red eyes emerged from the kimono and stared at you. His eyebrows were furrowed as were per usual.

You had to hold in a squeal because...how could you imagine he would be as adorable as this as a child?!

"Oh my God! Sukuna! You are so cute!"

He grimaces.

"Shut up, woman. Help me out."

Immediately after getting him out from the mountain of clothes, you find out that he is naked.

Quickly averting your eyes, you bunch up his clothes and try your best to protect his modesty.

You returned to the school by teleportation and went to find Ieri-sensei.

She was perplexed but didn't see anything wrong with his body or soul.

"The effects might last for a day or two. Don't worry about it."

So you didn't worry over it. But you had to find him clothes.

So you got off to the city to buy appropriate clothes for a grumpy Sukuna who was clutching at you tightly while glaring at anyone who looked at him for more than two seconds.

It was the first time you entered a baby's clothes shop and you were in awe at the multiple array of choices of clothes and toys they sold here.

You went over to the male isle and with some convincing, managed to buy a tiger onesie for him. And another with the saying "I'm a little adorable cuddly monster"

A man tried to flirt with you there.

To which he glared and declared, "She is my woman, you idiot."

You had to clear up the misunderstanding.

"He is the son of my neighbour, haha. I'm babysitting him."

Still his glare scared off the guy.

You gave Sukuna a disapproving stare.

As punishment, you told him he would have to let you take pictures of him in the onesies.

This got you the scariest glare he could manage and a cute pout.

After your little shopping trip, you guys decided to drop by a cafe for some sweets.

He would have refused if he knew they would meet that annoying blindfolded kinky bastard again.

"AH! (Y/N)-CHAN! I didn't know you and Sukuna had such a cute kid!"

Cue, he tried to poke at Sukuna's cheeks.

..."ITE!!!!"

Satoru held his offending finger which was now a glaring red. Because he was wearing his sunglasses, you could see big fat tears droplets at the corner of his eyes.

You were skeptical because, shouldn't Sukuna have bitten down on the infinity separating him from the world?

"Your kid is as mean as his dad! That's so unfair!"

Sukuna swore angrily while trying to kick the man as best as he could in your arms.

You explained the situation to Satoru who only started cackling as if he was mad.

"That's Sukuna? Hahahahahaha."

Sukuna hopes he dies on the spot.

After that humiliating meeting, you head back to your dorm.

The only good thing that came out of this was that he could stay with you.

After dressing him up in these adorable onesies, a photoshoot was a must.

He glared at you during all this.

Midway through, he fell asleep.

You decided to tuck him in safely in case he rolled over.

This was truly a blessing in disguise, you decided before your eyes closed, tired of the excitement of the day.

.

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.

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Bonus

You woke up to someone holding you in a death grip.

It was way too warm.

Trying to push the offending furnace away, your eyes suddenly opened.

"Wha-?"

There was a sight that was even more precious than kid Sukuna.

The man was sleeping soundly, soft snores exiting his parted mouth.

Truly, he is the most adorable man in the world...when he wasn't being murderous and mean that is.

One of his eyes cracked open.

"Take a picture, it will last longer."

With a smirk, you did that.

[bobawitch]

Saving my Rebel (Eddie Munson x Reader)

A/n: this is my first time with this kind of thing, I hope everyone likes it

It was a typical Tuesday and you couldn't help but bite your bottom lip as you looked at the clock waiting for Eddie and his band to burst through. Your focus snapped back to your job when your coworker walked up by you, bumping your shoulder. 

"I'm headed out buddy! Don't get too distracted tonight. We still have the drunks to serve." 

You rolled your eyes and flipped him the bird, your other hand wiping down the bar. You threw the rag over your shoulder, feeling it dampen your Dio shirt. You brushed a hand through your frizzy bangs before pulling a hair band from your wrist and tying your permed hair. 

You were the outcast back in the school year of 84 but Eddie was too. He wasn't so confident back then either but he managed to compliment your metal band shirt and you and him hung out since. You got him into dnd and he taught you the basics of guitar. You were a drum player but you wanted to switch so he helped you out saying something about owing you for his vest. When you graduated but he didn't you were ready to repeat the year so he wouldn't be alone but he told you to wait for him when he does graduate. But then another year went by and he didn't graduate. You were by his side and made him feel a bit better but he was still isolated for a while. By the end of your summer break away from Hawkins with your dad Eddie and you had fallen off. Not completely but you guys just kind of drifted apart. It wasn't until he came into your work with his bandmates that you guys reconnected. 

"Hey pretty lady! You spacing out already?" 

You snapped out of the memory to be faced with Eddie smiling at you, his band already setting up. A smile spread across your lips and you rolled your eyes. 

"Hey Munson. Shouldn't you be helping your bandmates up there?" 

He shrugged, leaning across the bar. He wore his usual Hellfire shirt which you recognized since you guys made it together. Back when you helped him plan it they hadn't thought of shirts, it happened after you graduated. The only difference today was that he didn't have his leather jacket on. His vest was there but not the leather jacket. You eyed his chest and he noticed, opening his mouth to tease. 

"BARTENDER" A drunk yelled and your eyes shot away. 

"Sorry! Coming!" And you gave Eddie a smile, grabbing a glass and filling it with that customer's usual. 

He sighed and walked up to the stage with his band as the show was starting. Once you took the last few orders and delivered the drinks you just sat behind the bar watching and listening to them play. 

You and Eddie kept making eye contact but you broke it anytime he made it. After what felt like nothing, you sighed as you looked at the clock, closing was soon and you had a lot of cleaning to do. Almost all the drunks had cleared out so you felt decent about starting to mop around. 

As you mopped behind the bar and turned off the taps you looked up at Eddie who was all packed up but he stayed unlike his friends. You tilted your head and a confused expression furrowed your brows. 

"Whatcha doin Munson?" 

"Waiting for your shift to end so I can take you home." 

You scoffed but a big smile spread on your lips. 

"How long till Spring Break?" 

Eddie sighed loudly and rubbed the sides of his head. 

"2 weeks." 

You laughed and set down the mop, hopping on stage to sit next to him. 

"You gonna pass this year?" 

"Oh hell yeah! 86 baby!! It's gotta be my year." 

You nodded before jumping back off the stage. 

"It better be dork." 

"Awe you missing me??" 

"Nah I just need a ride" you teased. 

He mimicked an offended scoff before smiling. He hopped off the stage with his guitar and you both walked out of the bar, you locking the doors behind. 

In the car Eddie pouted angrily since you had beat him to the music, slipping in your favorite mixtape. 

The car bumped down the road as David Bowie's Rebel Rebel filled the air between you two. You sang along happily and even if it wasn't the typical metal that you and Eddie liked he still sung bits and pieces. As he turned on your street you nudged his shoulder. 

"This song should be your theme." 

He rolled his eyes. "Suuuure" 

You smirked and hopped out of the car, leaving your mixtape. Eddie popped it out and leaned over the passenger seat trying to give it to you. 

"You left your mixtape goon!" 

"Keep it!!" You shouted back before running into your house.

[serodev]

Hello! I saw your matchups event and would like to participate c:

I'd like to have a match-up with a human.

My nickname is Rai and I'm bisexual.

My height is 5'2, I am a kind person but quite shy and reserved. It is difficult for me to relate to new people, but when I start to gain more confidence I tend to be more joking and talk more.

I don't usually take the initiative when it comes to giving hugs or things like that, but it doesn't bother me when someone I trust comes and gives me a hug.

I like to advise people and help them feel better, although I don't usually follow my own advice…

I like loose clothes, pastel colors, spicy food, and take naps. Some of my hobbies are watching animated series and movies, listening to pop music (especially love songs, yeah... I'm a very cheesy person), and also I like drawing on paper.

I dislike arrogant people and those people who don't take anything seriously and I get quite angry when someone offends one of my loved ones.

Thanks for taking the time to read this and congratulations on 1000 followers! 🤗

Note(s): Thank you~ ^^! I'm exactly like you when it comes to giving hugs because while I love to be close with people, I just forget to hug them. I hope you enjoy your matchup!

I match you up with…

Kyojuro Rengoku!

» All of the small things you told me about yourself screams to me that Kyojuro would love you and cherish you to no end, and two reasons for that are the facts that you like spicy food and naps.

» Kyojuro has a problem of not taking things seriously at first, but he'll learn the harder way that he should listen to you because he hates to see you get mad at him. (I've said this a million times already, but he's like a giant puppy.)

» This flame pillar might be awful at drawing, but he wants to do stuff with you, so he tries to learn to draw to make you happy! He lives to see a smile on your face, even if it's a small one.

[writingsfromstarfleet]

Spock - Kind of Human

♫ - Science and Faith - The Script

For a lovely Anon, enjoy! ♡

Having a Vulcan parent and a human parent usually would create some sort of tension in a person, and possibly an air of confliction when it came to emotion. Though, luckily indeed, your parents were happy to let you choose your own destiny, whether that be your human heritage or your Vulcan heritage. What mattered to them, was that you were happy.

Having applied for the Vulcan Science Academy, you were awaiting a decision on your acceptance when you learned of Starfleet's recruitment programme, and instead opted for that. The idea of travelling space and meeting and working with new species was fascinating to you, and quite frankly an offer you couldn't refuse.

Your acceptance letter for Starfleet came in, and you were packed and ready to leave Vulcan in pursuit of your dreams. You were skilled in Xenobiology, and that was the course you had chosen to take at the academy.

"Though I would have loved for you to attend our academy, I'm happy your doing what's best for you, Y/N, I wish you luck on your adventures out there, my child." Your mother beamed, and though she was Vulcan, you heard the aura of humour in her first words, causing you to chuckle.

"I'll be sure to update you with everything, mother, thank you for letting me go."

"Such a thing is not my choice, Y/N, it is up to you to decide your life."

Smiling, she took you in for a hug, and you reciprocated all too quickly. In the midst, your father had made his was over, engulfing the two of you in his own hug, causing all three of you to laugh in unsion.

"Hugs without me? Not in this household.." he trailed off, feigning hurt. Your mother swatted him playfully.

"Y/N is due to leave, we must get every hug we can."

"Quite right," your father agreed, wrapping his arms around you and lifting you up as though you were a child. Laughter ensued once more, and he placed you down with a kiss to your head.

"Do us proud, kid."

That was five years ago, now. You'd been given your first assignment upon graduating the academy with flying colours. It was aboard the Enterprise, one of the Federation's esteemed ships, and you couldn't be more excited. She'd been out on her voyage for two years now, and was due to gain a couple of new recruits, you being one of them. The next day couldn't roll around quick enough.

It did eventually arrive, however, and you stepped aboard the Enterprise with awe. The captain was there to greet you, a smile on his face.

"You must be Ensign Y/N, of course, welcome aboard. I'm Captain Kirk."

"A pleasure, Captain, thank you for having me." You smiled, confidence unrivalled.

"With a brain like yours, it would be rather stupid to say no." He winked and held his hand out to motion you to walk. "This way, Y/N, we'll have you down in the labs once you're settled."

He walked you the whole way, an unusual thing for a captain to do, you thought, though in reality you hadn't ever been on a ship so it may well have been normal. The atmosphere was lovely and you had already begun to settle.

After a solid six hours in the labs, your work break had rolled around and you made your way to the mess hall, congratulating yourself in your head on only getting lost once. Grabbing some food, you were unsure of where to sit, before a hand motioned you over, one that belonged to your captain.

"Please, have a seat with us, Y/N," Jim began, as you sat rather cautiously beside a man in a blue shirt, opposite the captain and a Vulcan. "I'd like you to meet our very own Chief Medical Officer, Leonard McCoy, but we call him Bones."

"A pleasure," you smiled, and he reciprocated.

"As it is you.." he trailed off, forgetting your name.

"Oh! Y/N, my apologies."

"Y/N, it's good to have you here."

"And," the captain continued, "This is my first officer, Mr. Spock."

"Ambassador Sarek's son?" you questioned, realising now why he seemed familiar.

"Indeed. You are well versed in Vulcan government?" Spock asked. You chuckled to yourself lightly.

"You could say that, Mr. Spock."

He raised his brow out of curiosity, and Bones laughed to himself. Briefly, you caught the captains eye as it happened, and Jim shot you a look as to say there was about to be an argument. Narrowing your eyes at him, he sent you a smirk as what he had predicted began.

"You Vulcans and your righteousness," Bones started, glaring at Spock. " It could be, just maybe, Y/N simply knows who your father is, not everyone has to be well read on your people, Spock. Perhaps he's visited Earth, being their Ambassador, or perhaps-"

"Perhaps being Vulcan myself, I've run into him a couple of times, on.. well.. you know.. Vulcan."

The captain laughed heartily, already having read your personal file and knowing your heritage. Spock simply raised his eyebrows again, dissapointed in himself for not having noticed your right ear poking out slightly from your hair that had, for the most part, covered the tops of your ears. Bones was the only one to audibly answer.

"You're not a Vulcan." His statement seemed more like a question, but an uncertain one for sure.

Saying nothing, you shrugged, tucking your hair behind your left ear and taking a bite of your food. Bones' eyes widened.

"You're a Vulcan."

Jim, by now, was at the height of amusement., and even Spock's face showed a small hint of humour. Bones was the only one seemingly not having any of it.

"You don't have a Vulcan-sounding name, though?"

"My father is human. My mother is Vulcan. I'm kind of human?" You added the last part to try and console the poor doctor, who looked distraught, despite the fact you weren't sure as to why.

Bones placed his head in his hands and groaned.

"Oh god, not another one."

Jim was laughing and you had joined in, as confused as you were to Bones' distress. The sound of your table was becoming louder in the mostly empty mess hall. Through your laughter, you looked up to Spock who had the faintest hint of a smile on his face. You smiled back, your brain clocking on to the fact he was rather handsome.

"I would love to hear more of your life on Vulcan, Ensign." Spock spoke once the laughter had died down to mere chuckles.

"Of course, Commander. As would I you, it is not often you meet someone from the House of Sarek, and if you're anything like your father, I assume you have many a story and quite the brain up there." You smiled and winked at him. Spock simply nodded and tilted his head to the side, his emotional side processing the compliment but his Vulcan side not allowing him to accept it.

"Jim, they're at it already!" Bones complained, and Jim swatted him. The table simply stayed in good faith, you and Spock sharing quick glances of interest at one another and Bones grumbling about how he hated Vulcans, "just so damn much." You would have been offended if you hadn't felt the vibes around the table and the looks from the captain to tell you he wasn't hostile and didn't really mean it.

All in all, it was a very nice first day. The good graces and happy feelings around the table made you certain of one thing; you were in for a turbulent and interesting next few years.

[harryswatermelonsegment]

Pool Party

Pairing: Reader/Harry Styles

Rating: R, text book smut

Word Count: 5k 😳

Warnings: Slight sub/dom tones I guess? & alcohol consumption

A/N: Sorry this is late, life somewhat resuming here in the UK so it means I’m back at my job. I managed to fall asleep mid edit folks 😳, this is my entry for the @helladirections Summer Feeling Fic Challenge, with the prompt “pool party” click the link for the masterlist. I’m still writing two more, one for @berrynarrybanana ‘s Sex Bucketlist Challenge but it’s turning out to be a 20k slow burn I wasn’t expecting 😬.Oops. But enjoy this one, I’m proud of her. My one other blatant thirst fic can be found here. Reblogs get free gratitude for the next 5 years 🍉💕

You'd been friends with Jeff since your teens, when his parents (despite their wealth), wanted him to get a job at the restaurant you worked at. In their rightful thinking, they wanted him to learn you had to work from the ground up.

Despite your clearly different class background you found a ton of common interests making the whole thing immaterial. He was a caring, down to earth guy and you were both people who really enjoyed sarcastically taunting each other every shift. You'd got used to visiting his house in the hills even though you'd been scared to get lost at first around his parents large house. Becoming solid friends quickly, you'd managed to keep in touch, as much as adult life would now allow anyway.

You knew his main role was managing a pop star but you'd not caught up in a minute and when you did, you kept your job chat out of the conversation where you could. This is why, as you barge through the kitchen, to the pool outside, you're shocked to nearly knock a stunned Harry Styles onto his behind.

"Fuck, shit I'm so sorry" you clutch your chest looking at the red wine on his tank top and his now empty glass. The soiled garment was tucked into some dressy shorts and partly covered by a loud hawaiian patterned shirt. Oh god what had you done?

You were quite honestly mortified. You'd never actually met the man himself, usually meeting Jeff at his for a few drinks or at a restaurant. You'd heard him mentioned in stories about travelling or how his campaigns were running Jeff into the ground with meetings. So, although you weren't a massive fan of his per se, in the way you didn't ask Jeff for updates or info, the way you'd hope you'd meet the attractive pop star was definitely not this.

He looked down at the offending stain then back up into your eyes, keeping his head angled down and blinking through his lashes. You couldn't read his blank expression and it put you on edge.

Maybe it was the heat trapped in the doorway, but as your eyes stayed locked you suddenly felt a fire spread from your navel up to your cheeks, and then from your center down to your toes. Your lower stomach clenched as you stared back at the guy covered in a good 2007 French rouge.

Fuck me he's pretty, you thought.

A rapid film reel of moments; sweaty bodies, those large biceps holding you against the nearest wall, smacking of lips against skin and moans of release flashed in your brain.

It had definitely been a while since you had got laid in your defense, your mood and pent up sexual frustration getting worse by the day as you tried and failed at the L. A. dating scene. Maybe you were picky, but horny and picky was an awful place to be.

However, the reality of the embarrassing scene you were currently a star of, flipped you back into the present.

Seemingly over the initial incident and hopefully not a mind reader to your thirsty brain, he takes you in and smirks.

Harry knew from the way your breathing hitched looking at his torso that you were at least a bit interested. He had clocked you the second you walked in through the big glass doors. A shirt of a band he liked and a natural beauty he wanted to spend some times with you he pondered. Ideally naked.

Zig zagging across the world promoting the album and had left little time to enjoy another person. Status and obligation to his job making it hard to just go out and meet someone. But here you were, dressed unlike anyone else, looking absolutely adorable in your embarrassment. You must be trustworthy if you're in Jeff's home,he wasn't a "bring your friends too" kind of host with his clients usually around.

This could be a fun evening for you both, he thought. Something unspoken, almost magnetic, drawing you both to one another. Surely that wasn't all his side right?

"I was told it was a good year, but I wasn't planning on consuming it quite this way?" inwardly he rolled his eyes at the barely there quip. But you laughed anyway.

"I am so, so awfully sorry, look, let's see if there's some dish liquid or something, possibly some of my next months rent in there too if I have to replace it" you let out a nervous laugh as you walked towards the kitchen. But in all honesty you weren't kidding.

Harry laughed at your sarcastic remark, impressed by your confidence in owning the situation and getting on with things. He casually watched your hips sway past a few people in to the open plan kitchen with as much subtlety as he could, you were confidentially locating all the parts needed to try and remove the offending stain.

"You seem to know your way around 'ere. I'm er…I'm Harry by the way" awkwardly waving as you mixed some solution in the sink drenching a sponge in it.

"Yeah" you smiled turning from the sink with the damp rag "known Jeff a good while, have definitely spilt red wine here before. I'm Y/N" you giggle. The beam from his own mouth matching.

"Ah! Y/N, of course, I've heard him mention you, didn't you once hide rotting mackerel in a unpleasant guys blazer?" he chuckled

"Heyyyy. Only after he spanked my ass getting him the check. Deserved a hot plate to the crotch too" you shot back.

You weren't sure where to go from here the thought of wetting down the white tank yourself definitely appealed but also seemed far too forward.

"Um…" you began gesturing with the sponge in your hand. You expected him to take it from you to sort himself out but..

"Oh yeah sorry" he replied shimmying his shirt off, dumping it on the back of a bar stool, then, crossing his arms across his stomach and lifting the tank top over his head you were slack jawed and frozen taking in the lean muscles and tattoos littered intermittently across his abdomen. He spread the top across the islands worktop flat, then grabbing the sponge with a simple "thanks" and knitting his eyebrows together in concentration as he tried to rid the dull red mark from it's center.

You still hadn't moved. A pink twinge to your cheeks as you watched his shoulder blades and back muscles scrubbing. Dirty thoughts circling your brain still.

"I would have helped you but I didn't want to start a wet tshirt contest in such a high end establishment yknow?" you thought out loud.

"Oh yeah, good call. I'm fiercely competitive Y/N so would probably be under that fancy waterfall thing by now showing off m'moves in my pants" he wiggles his hips trying to suggestively show you his "moves" but you can't help but smirk at just how endearing this man is. Dammit.

When he's finished with his shirt he drapes it over another barstool before handing you the sponge back.

If anyone asks him if he blatantly and deliberately got naked to gauge if you were into him he'd definitely deny it. But the truth is, he definitely did. Luckily for him, with the way you bite your lip and drag your eyes down his flesh as he brushes past your side to get back to the sink, he's right.

"Speaking of getting in the water in your" you use air quotes "'pants' I'm off to get out of mine" you declare, pushing yourself from the counter and keeping eye contact a second as you stroll back to the sliding doors leading to the pool.

"I… What??"

" The pool Harry?.... What did you think I meant?" you narrow your eyes and press your lips together before shutting the glass door again and turning once more to smirk at the opened mouthed man still by the sink.

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You'd been schmoozing in the water for a few hours now. There were probably only 20 or so people still here and the 3rd frozen marg had got you buzzed. You were in the small hot tub type pool, attached at the top of the main one on a slightly higher level. You hadn't seen Harry for a while but the last few times you caught his eye he'd been surrounded by at least 3 other people fighting for his attention, so you banked your flirtations to soothe your own ego, grabbed another marg and tried to forget about how he had started a tornado inside you, yearning for his hands on your thighs and head peering up at you from where they met in the middle. The strong pull of lust was clearly in your head then. What a shame.

You put it to the back of your mind as you finished catching up with Glenne. Both flushed and giggly as usual, she was the perfect match for Jeff and their chemistry unmatchable. You always enjoyed hanging out with the both of them, if anything, they gave you hope your own match may be out there. She left you in the tub alone, as she went to grab herself another drink and check on her host duties boyfriend.

"Don't you find drinking whilst already in water the weirdest thing?" you look up to find Harry standing over your right shoulder as you sit with your back against the pool wall and your elbows propping you up behind you, drink in one hand. His eyes unsubtley slip down to where your breasts lay pushed together in your halter neck bikini. You definitely weren't imagining it then. Fucking fantastic, you think.

"I mean drowning yourself on the inside from the alcohol and being in more than 4 inches of water really adds a danger element to my life if I'm honest" you reply sipping your drink.

And there goes those dimples again.

He's just in a pair of yellow swimming shorts now which doesn't help the alcohol flush at all. Sitting by your right side, putting his short glass full of amber liquid and ice, on the side of the pool and sliding in to join you. He leaves a small gap, as to not appear a total letch but your smart mouth has him hooked.

Taking a sip of his drink with the water up to his collar bones he hums.

"I do feel incredibly dangerous now, you've got a point"

"I mean if you think that's danger" you edge closer, not drunk but buzzed enough to take your chances you whisper into the shell of his ear. "You should see what thrills are in the guest bathroom. 1st floor on the right? " he chokes on his drink as your suggestive whispers make his dick twitch. He definitely couldn't get out of the pool for a while.

You're gone before you get a verbal reaction. If this all goes badly then you can just hide in there and slip out to an Uber and never see Jeff again right? Right. Cool.

With a soft white towel around you and your heart rate high as you reach the main guest bedroom you enter the room, you notice a large weekend bag in there and freeze. Shit. Someone's staying over, you hadn't factored that in, but a glance to the tag and the embossed H. E. S tells you you're good. Well, if not you'll just be a creep hiding in someone's bathroom but let's not think about it too much. Your faux confidence was working well so far and what other chance was going to arise like this one? Hot celebrities need fun with strangers too right?

Entering the bathroom you rub the towel over you, leaving mostly dry skin. You'd peel away your bikini if you were definite you wouldn't need to peel it back up your limbs should this plan backfire. You move to the mirror to adjust the black flecks from your minimal makeup dispersing under your eye and just as you're about to smooth down the stray baby hairs that humidity has got to around your face, you see Harry appear in the mirror behind you. Your belly flipping over and over with the thrill he'd took the bait.

Wasting no time he smirks and holds your gaze, wrapping his hands around your waist whilst his lips attach to the junction of your neck and collarbone. His tongue drags over your soft skin and he licks and softly sucks swirls onto it with his plush lips.

"Hm. You're right. This is a more fun type of danger" he says between kisses but before he's even finished his sentence you've spun around in his arms.

The bottom of your spine cold against the marble countertop, arms around his neck as you smash your lips into one another's with urgency. Tongues and wet noises as you get to know one another through your bodies alone.

He runs his hands down your back and presses his hard length against your thigh. He's definitely packing you think as you lift up a little rub your pubic bone against his front, panting out a little moan as the sweet friction of your bodies colliding sends you into overdrive. Catching the noise through your parted lips he gently tugs on the bottom one, teeth grazing the supple flesh. This combined with his large palms kneading your ass and pulling you further, tighter, into the roll of his hips. Only two layers of damp clothing separate you,forcing your lips to break from his mouth and fully moan, not caring who may be around. You could not remember the last time a perfect stranger knew your body quite this well.

His own grunts were speeding up when he suddenly grabs the back of your thighs and hoists you up beside the sink, you gasp in shock but it was more the way the lean man thrusted you up there like it was nothing. What else could he do? You expect him to go back to kissing you but instead he pulls back with his rock hard erection outlined in the wet shorts he still has on. Looking at you dead in the eyes both raging with lust and concern. Whilst you try not to worry how you were going to accommodate him inside your tight walls.

"Is this…? I mean, you want this too right?" his hands are resting at either side of your parted thighs. You nod. "Need you to say it Y/N" he steps forward, lips wet and brushes the pad of his thumb across your bottom lip that was now puffy and pink from the earlier biting. He knew you were down to fuck, but now he wanted to test your preferences. What kind of fun you were about to have shall we say. So when you lick his thumb tip, holding his fist still and grazing your wet tongue up and down from knuckle to tip before closing your eyes and humming around the entire digit, he knew you were both in for a good time.

Removing the thumb he whispers a barely audible "fuck me" before smashing your lips back together, tongues massaging together as he peels your underwear to the side with his hand swiftly and presses digit you'd lubricated with your mouth against your clit, moving it fast from side to side with just the right amount of pressure to make your head spin. Gasping, you throw your head back, hands clasped around his neck as you lean back and feel yourself start to leak a little with arousal. The few spots dripping down on to the counter.

You could say it had been a while but really this guy was moving his way round your body in the same way you tune a guitar in key. Calloused fingers applying the right amount of pressure as you felt yourself start to get to the edge already. He was kissing down the front if your chest, between your breasts, not missing a beat when he pushed both triangles of your bikini aside and you moaned loudly as he kissed and sucked hard around your nipple, tentatively pulling it between his teeth firmly, the sound you let out made him clamp a little harder before sucking in the whole nipple again, soothing the skin his tongue. Most likely leaving a mark behind, but you kind of liked the idea of proof he'd been devouring you in all honesty.

You were becoming blissed out from all the stimulation. Clenching and moving your hips around nothing but this magical thumb working your clit up and down hard. You were overcome with this whole situation playing out the way it had. You broke away from his mouth again.

"Oh fuck.. Harry, I'm… FuckFuck I'm going to come, I'm gonna fucking… Ahhh" he pulled back one arm steadying you as your head hit the mirror behind you in your release. He just watched you and slowed his thumb down watching as the liquid cascaded onto the counter.

After you'd come down you open your eyes and shyly smiled before kissing him passionately, his hands moving around your waist tightly. You moved your hand to his shorts, teasingly grazing the outline of his cock between your fingers in hopes of repaying the favour. He does a single throaty laugh and removes your hand, holding himself against his thigh. You look at him in confusion when he splutters,

"Sorry, sorry its just I'm going t'blow my load if you touch me." then he's back on your lips "Too. Fucking. Sexy" he says between wet kisses to your jaw, neck and clavicle. "Wanted to do this since I first set eyes on you" one hand is on the back of his neck twisting nape curls between your fist whilst the other rests behind you, stopping you from hitting your head on the mirror again.

"Oh yeah? Before or after I ruined your clothes?" you laugh teasingly as he slides his hands around your back to finally remove the bikini top properly, lifting it up over your head and tossing it aside somewhere on the floor. He let's a laugh out himself completely entranced still by how natural you are around him, it was often hard to connect with strangers in his position.

"I'd spotted you walking in, was trying to open the door for you m'love" he says before sucking a red mark into your breast and massaging and pulling the other nipple slightly with his hand.

You struggle through sharp intakes of breath for a reply.

"Well….ah...that's what chivalry.. Oh.. Get's you these days I guess" and you're both laughing a little.

"Hmm. Have to try harder with my manners then won't I? I mean, I've got to clear up the mess I've made here" he cups his hand against your pussy rubbing it up and down a little with his palm. You let out a guttural noise at the friction. "Ladies first and all'tha too right?" he giggles again at himself.

You're practically cumming right then, you couldn't remember the last time someone actually went down on you. Your previous boyfriend not particularly into offering you foreplay. A main point of why he didn't stick around too long.

Harry kisses down your abdomen now, soft sloppy, sensual pecks, humming into your skin every so often in appreciation as he works at removing your soaked bikini bottoms with his hands, pushing them down to your knees before you help, letting them fall from the remaining ankle to the ground.

Harry is moving far too slow for you, kissing across each hip down to the top of your slit, breathing over where you desperately need him before paying the other side the same attention. Then he's licking up each crease where your thigh meets your pelvis.

"Y/N, just.. Just turn, that's it and lean back as far as you can there, shuffle forward until can't balance anymore" you shift your ass as forward as possible on the lip of the sink and prop yourself up on your elbows trying to be as flat as possible on the cold counter as you could, your toes behind the sink with one foot the other dangling over the edge. You keep you thighs open as Harry hunches over the counter where you now lay diagonal. He places his arms under your thighs and bends your legs flat out as he can stretch you, you're expecting some more teasing but he just looks down at your pussy licking over his lips and almost whining before burying his tongue inside you immediately. The force of his tongue lapping up your previous climax causes you once again to knock the side of your head against the mirrored wall. You turn and watch the scene almost as a spectator, witnessing yourself bare to this beautiful man, curly brown hair between your fists and making sounds like he's savouring every taste. He catches you watching before taking his mouth off you, immediately, you're whining in protest.

"Watch my eyes not my reflection baby, I'm right here"

His authoritative tone eclipsing every thought you had about the casual nickname, you stared down at the wonderful site of him lapping and suckling on your clit. Pointed tongue and firm laps against the swollen button. He then starts lapping up at your glistening hole,unhooking an arm to spread your lips open between his fingers and licking right from the bottom to the top with all the sloppy wet noises involved. He was feeling you contract as he locked faster and faster over you. His tongue deserved an award never mind his music. You couldn't believe you were on the brink of a second orgasm so quickly but when he sunk his middle finger into you at the same pace his tongue was working at, you were screaming his name into the extractor fan above before you knew it. You felt waves of liquid cascade from your pussy as he gently lapped up the produce of his work from you. You flinched in overstimulation but he cleaned up every last drop tenderly before carefully closing your legs and pivoting you round to your previous sitting up position on the counter. Neither of you had spoken a word since you came but as he leads your arms to drape over your shoulders, holding your fucked out body against his chest whilst peppering your temple with soft pecks . Then he kisses you intensely, letting you taste the sweet juices of yourself on his lips. You hummed in approval of the sweet taste as you came round.

A few minutes of carnal making out and things were heating up again. Your hands cupping his jaw then sliding to graze fingernails up and down his back, digging them in a little harder now and again and causing goosebumps to pierce through the skin rapidly under your touch.

You could feel him swallowing down grunts from the friction he was getting from his shorts covered cock brushing up and down between your slick folds.

He'd made you cum twice. Hard. He always got off of making his partners cum of course, so he was feeling beyond turned on and the slight heat of your glistening folds against his length was almostvsending him over the edge.

"I want you inside me" you whispered against his lips desperately.

No sooner had you said the words, his left hand was frantically searching through the vanities top drawer in hope. Finding a packet, checking the date quickly then tearing it between his teeth, spitting the seal onto the floor and pushing his shorts to his ankles, stepping out of them at speed before kicking them away.

He smirked when he caught your eyes bulge at his cock. He knew it was above average but the reaction was always a further compliment he thought.

Stepping forward he put on a show of putting the condom on, first rubbing the drops of sticky pre cum at the head and down his length keeping his eyes locked to yours as you wriggled on the counter with anticipation. He whined a little as it squeezed him rolling it on, so red and over sensitive from turning you on. So that's why, when you grabbed for it, he stilled your hand. Dimples appearing back in his cheeks as you looked again in confusion. He kisses you, languishing the moment before grabbing you forward from the countertop to the floor again, still keeping your lips attached. He lightly grips at your hips and turns you round to face the mirror once more.

Harry lightly grabs your throat, and the way you whimper and push your ass back against him, makes him mentally bank that idea for later perhaps. He runs his left hand up the column of your neck lightly holding your jaw between his thumb and forefinger, forcing you to look at him with his hand on your face and the other already working up and down your folds.

"I want you to watch us. Want you to watch yourself come apart. Want to watch you cum around my cock yeah? " he whispers in your ear. You noticeably shiver with excitement of what's to come.

"Please Harry, please, need it, need you."

You watch yourself babble and beg for his cock. The pathetic whimper from yourself as you try and circle your ass into his crotch again to encourage it happening. You were never patient and he's driving you insane here.

Bringing two fingers infront of your lips as you watch yourself in the mirror he looks you dead in the eye through the reflection.

"Spit" so you do, "good girl" he says kissing your cheek. His saliva lubed fingers are back rubbing your clit quickly whilst his knee nudges the back of yours to spread your feet wider as he kisses the back of your neck and shoulders. When he pauses next you're not expecting the hard thrust of him entering you entirely, sure you were dripping wet with the result of two orgasms but you cry out in a mix of stretch and pleasure as he pounds into you at a furious pace. His spare hand not on your clit is holding the bottom of your spine down as he keeps up his rhythm. His pace was that of a man desperate for release after watching you fall apart on his fingers and tongue. The build up meant he was already close as you tight walls fluttered around him. He pleads with you to stop tightening your walls around him or he's not going to last he whimpers.

You were already close again, you'd never cum this many times or this quickly in your life but you were ready for another round and by the sounds of him and the stutter his pace kept slipping you knew he was close too.

You quickly removed his hand, sucking your own fingers into your mouth to replace his own at your clit.

"M'gonna cum, but… OhOh fuck.. But need you harder. Deeper" you manage to get out.

He grunts a curse before squeezing your hips at a pressure that will leave marks tomorrow but the delight in the speed he was now able to snap his hips against the swells of your ass, was well worth it. It only took a few more seconds with the fingers that knew you best, for you to gush against his cock. Feeling absolutely exhausted you slump your sweaty chest onto the cold counter.

His orgasm taking him by surprise when you clenched up to milk him dry. He all but shouts your name as his hips stutter and you feel the warmth of his cum fill the one barrier between you.

His lips were back on your sweaty neck for a second whilst he disposed of the used condom. He ran the walk in shower and wordlessly you took his offered hand to join him under the hot spray. You'd never had an encounter end like this before not that you were a seasoned professional but after 3 orgasms the way his hands moved round your body under the water, washing away your antics with sweet strawberry-banana smelling suds on the flannel, left you with a warm floaty feeling the worn off alcohol never had.

He gently wipes your makeup from under your eyes then, smiling at the cute way your nose wrinkles slightly as he rubs at each eyebrow.

"I don't even have words" you finally laugh out blushing, not able to stand his gauge as you say it.

"Oh. So that's how to make that smart mouth o'yours stop is it? " he grins, you gasp in mock offense and go to say something but going under your chin with his thumb with his forefinger to connect your lips under the warm water spray he kisses you when you pull away you can't help but ask.

"So does this make us even on one ruined fancy vest then?"

"Hmmmm" he ponders with both hands on your face looking at the ceiling out if the falling water. " I'm not sure, I mean it was a custom, pretty high going rate those yeah"

"Yeahhhh you're right, you're right. Better factor in the cost of the custom job then hadn't I huh?"

You hurriedly sink to your knees on the tiled floor.