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darkestcorners · 3 years

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polarity | 01 yandere!jungkook au

pairing: yandere!jungkook x reader {f}

genre: yandere

warnings: 18 + , unhealthy behavior, toxic relationships, cheating, manipulation, mentions of mental health (mc has pretty bad social anxiety) (TW: non-con touching)

word count: 4.6k

summary: Your best friend’s new boyfriend becomes infatuated with you..

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Parts: 01 | 02 | 03 | ❅ CS | 03 JK | 04

Her glossy tinted lips stared back at her, raising her hand to touch up her last bit of makeup. Eunji was gorgeous , not like she needed much to make her stand out. But it wasn’t the good looks you admired about your friend, it was the oozing charisma she carried everywhere. Truly, you thought even if she wasn't blessed with good looks, she’d still have every guy at her feet. Or anyone for that matter. It was just the aura she possessed. She pulled away from the small mirror she had in her hand, raising an eyebrow towards you.

“You’re gonna love him.” She promised, and you shook your head. Eunji had said that about each one of her past boyfriends, but still each one didn’t manage to impress you much. For such a pretty girl, your friend seemed to love complete bums. A shame really.

“As long as you like him..” You trailed off, uncertainty clear in your tone. You two both sat at the corner of a small cafe that was located near your apartment complex, La Belle. The place was slow today, oddly enough but the silence was comforting enough for the both of you. You figured that was soon about to change since you weren’t the type to look forward to meeting strangers.

“Y/n I’m serious, I really like him. He’s perfect in every way.” Eunji insisted, leaning forward against the small table in between you two. “ Plus, he’s really hot.”

You rolled your eyes, smiling at your friend’s descriptions. As far as you knew, the guy came from a pretty wealthy background which already meant he wasn’t like the usual guys she went for. He was a bit older too, Eunji never specified his job , just that he worked in the same company as his father. You figured it must have been a family business.

“But like, he’s not conceited or anything. He’s the sweetest, and good in bed.” She whispered the last part and you widened your eyes a bit before letting out a laugh.

“Please shut up , we are in public.” You begged, hoping the waiter behind you didn’t just catch an earful of that.

“I think he’s here!” Eunji just about squealed like a schoolgirl, focusing her eyes behind you and you felt your nerves start to kick in. Why were you nervous? You didn’t even bother looking behind and kept your eyes glued on your friend.

“Don’t be awkward.” She warned, as if you weren’t already feeling like you were about to vomit on the table. She knew you weren’t a people person per say and you nearly jumped when you heard a deep voice suddenly behind you.

“Sorry I’m late. I didn’t know traffic would be that bad.” You turned your head, seeing his tall frame tower over you both. The guy wore a simple black t-shirt under his flannel followed by dark jeans. His dark hair settled a bit down his ears, tickling his lower neck. His big doe eyes scanned over your friend and then slowly over you, lingering on your face. He indeed didn’t look much older than you both, blessed with a baby face.

Well, your friend had been right about the handsome part.

“It’s okay, we haven’t ordered anything yet.” Your friend gushed, signaling him to take a seat next to her. He gave her a swift kiss on the cheek before sitting down and you watched your friend’s face heat up, unable to hide her smile.

They were cute together, you thought.

“Babe, this is y/n.” Your friend introduced and you gave him a nervous smile, trying to stop your leg from bouncing anxiously under the table. His gaze hadn’t left yours, dark eyes scanning over you once again.

“Nice to meet you, y/n. I’m Jungkook.” He flashed you a toothy grin, his smile gave him even more of a boyish look.

“Nice to meet you..” You replied softly, breaking your gaze almost immediately as your fingers played with the ends of your skirt in an attempt to keep yourself a bit more relaxed. He eyed you before glancing back at Eunji.

“Shy one, huh?” He commented, a teasing grin on his lips. Your friend let out a laugh and nodded.

“Y/n is always like this with strangers, she’ll warm up to you.” You mentally cursed at yourself, Eunji had warned you to not make things awkward but it seems like you were already failing horribly.

“Um, should I order for us? “ You spoke up, glancing towards the register ahead of you, realizing none of you had gotten any drinks yet. It was a quick escape from the situation.

“No, I’ll go! Maybe try getting to know Jungkook a little more.” Eunji offered, raising an eyebrow at you.The last thing you wanted was to be left alone with a stranger and make room for more awkward conversation but you kept your mouth shut.

“Just a caramel latte, right?” Your friend asked , you nodded as she turned to face Jungkook.

“I’ll just have an Americano.” He replied, Eunji nodded and took off walking towards the front of the cafe. You sat in silence, eyes darting around anywhere but the guy who sat across from you. You felt his heavy gaze on you but you tried your best to focus your attention on your friend that walked ahead. You really were terrible at this.

“Eunji told me you both study at the same college, what’s your major?” Jungkook broke the silence, you watched as his long slender fingers tapped against the table. You noted the several rings on his fingers, his sleeves were raised up to his elbows and tattoos decorated both his arms.

“Oh, uh, psychology.” You said unable to keep the shake from your voice, hand coming up to your mouth as you bit your nails. A horrible nervous habit you couldn’t seem to break.He probably found it ironic that your major was Psychology and you seemed to be on the verge of having a mental breakdown at the moment. Eunji always pointed that out to you and you couldn’t help but agree.

“Interesting. You’re roommates, right? “ He asked, seemingly trying to hide a smirk at your fidgety behavior.

“Mhm.” You simply replied, glancing around again to see your friend finally ordering at the register and you prayed for her to hurry it up.

“You know, I don’t think coffee will help with your nerves, darling.” His lips quirked up, the nickname rolling off his lips a bit too naturally. You ignored it , telling yourself it wasn’t a big deal. A part of you had hoped he hadn’t noticed how anxious you were getting but you supposed you did a rather poor job to hide it.

“I guess you’re right.” You swallowed, mouth already dry. “ Eunji told me you work in a company?”

“My father’s company. Accounting.” He clarified , you had been right about the family business. You were a bit shocked he was willing to hang out with a bunch of broke college students considering his status but you knew your friend was a catch, it would be impossible not to fall for her.

“Do you-“ Jungkook was cut off by your friend's sudden voice.

“They didn’t have caramel lattes so I got you vanilla.” You looked up at Eunji as she set the coffees down on the table. A look of disappointment flashed across Jungkook’s features, so subtle that you had wondered if it had ever really been there or if it was just your overactive mind seeing things.

“Did you guys chat a bit while I was gone?” Your friend questioned, sending you a look. You took the latte, taking a quick sip of it.

“I managed to get some things out of her.” Jungkook gave your friend a tight smile as she giggled in return. You shifted your eyes down to the table and hoped the latte running down your throat would soothe the strange feeling that had settled in your stomach.

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You sat on the kitchen counter, the TV playing at low volume in the background. Your fork dug into the pasta, eagerly shoving it into your mouth. The smell of burnt food still hung in the air, you had finally managed to shut off the fire alarm that was set off just a few moments ago by your friend’s unfortunate cooking. You couldn’t help but feel bad at her failed attempt at cooking pasta since you were the one who suggested it. You thought it was an easy enough dish to cook.

How wrong you had been.

“Well, I’m glad we practiced before I cooked this for Jungkook and made a complete fool of myself.” Eunji sighed, moving some of it around in her plate. A pout on her pretty features.

“Honestly, I think the bitter taste adds a bit of flavor.” You said in between chews, you blamed it on the fact that you weren’t picky with food. Also, on the fact that you were starving.

“Shut up.” She rolled her eyes, shaking her head as she let the fork drop on the plate.

“Don’t worry, I doubt your boyfriend is with you because of your amazing cooking skills.” You reasoned as she laughed.

“Isn’t he amazing?” She asked, a glow in her eyes. She definitely seemed head over heels for someone she had been seeing for just 3 months but then again, Eunji was the type to catch feelings fast.

“He seems nice.” You nodded, and it was true you supposed. From what you have seen of him, Jungkook did seem like the ideal boyfriend for her. Good looking, successful and polite. What more could your friend ask for? Your heart felt heavy in your chest as you stared at her, she looked so happy. It almost brought a bitter feeling but you pushed the ugly emotion down, forcing it to disappear.

“Be honest, you do like him right?” She stared at you, her eyes searching your own for any doubt. There wasn’t any, and even if there was , you wouldn’t allow it to ever showcase.

“I do, I think you guys make a good couple. He’s a lot better than the other guys you have kept around.” Her ex-boyfriends didn’t compare to Jungkook, and you know she had to have known that. It was no wonder she had fallen so fast for him. Eunji couldn’t help the shock that went over her face at your words.

“What?” You asked, staring blankly at her.

“You’ve never approved of any of my boyfriends until now so that means you really must like him.” She raised an eyebrow, a knowing smirk forming on her full lips. You shook your head , forcing your eyes to leave her mouth and stare back at your plate of food.

“Your standards have just been too low in the past.” You took another bite of the bitter pasta, forcing yourself to swallow it down.

“He likes you too by the way.” She said in a bragging tone and you eyed her.

“He said your shyness was pretty cute, I think you left a good impression on him.”

You highly doubted that.

“I guess I just know how to make a bold first impression.”

“Right,” Your friend chuckled. “How about we find you a date?”You nearly choked at her words, coughing up a bit of the food.

“I’m good, thanks.” You waved her off with your hand, dreading the conversation that was about to occur. You hated when she brought up dating knowing how you felt about it.

“Come on! You’ve never had a proper boyfriend before, don’t you think it’s time to put yourself out there?” She explained , eyes widening in frustration. “ I mean , you don’t even have to date them. Just get laid.”

“Eunji, shut up.” You groaned, already feeling a sense of embarrassment creep up within you. You didn’t exactly enjoy her constantly bringing up your lack of experience in the dating department, especially because you knew it didn’t come from a malicious place. It made you feel even more frustrated. Your anxiety has kept you a safe distance away from people in general, especially from guys. You couldn’t remember the last time you had even talked to someone you had the slightest interest in, it must have been way back in high school before your condition had gotten as bad as it was now. You couldn’t even begin to imagine trying to initiate a conversation with someone you liked, let alone a whole relationship.

“I know you struggle with...your situation but you can’t let your fears stop you from experiencing these things entirely.” Eunji stated as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. If only she knew the other reason you didn’t let yourself seek a lover.

“Anyways, I was thinking about applying at the cafe we went to.” You announced, attempting to steer the conversation away from your non-existent love life.

“Really?” She beamed, and you almost face palmed at the realization of what she was implying.“Perfect opportunity to meet new people.” She whispered, smirking down at her sad excuse of a meal.

“I’m not sure if I can yet, it’s a cashier job and..”you trailed off, not even needing to elaborate why you were so concerned. You promised yourself you would try to get out of your comfort zone , besides you knew you needed the money to help pay rent. You couldn’t keep relying on your parents sending you money , it was time to take some responsibility for yourself now that you weren’t living with them.

“I think you should try, remember don’t let your fears control your life. Isn’t that in your psychology notes?” You glared at her before hopping off your seat. You had officially had enough of her for the night. You heard her bright laugh behind you as disappeared into your room , your heart never failing to miss a beat at the sound.

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You felt sick to your stomach, palms scrunching up in frustration. It had happened again and you hated every second of it. You stood outside the cafe with what you assumed was a pathetic look on your face, it didn’t help that it had started to rain right as you came stumbling out. You took a deep breath, trying to hold yourself together. Your attempts at getting this job had completely and utterly failed. The moment you showed up for the interview, you felt a wave of panic take over your body. Of course, this only brought a sense of nausea over you too, you couldn’t even focus on the questions the nice lady was asking you. You stumbled over every word, only about 5 minutes and you had to excuse yourself, repeatedly apologizing as you rushed out the place.

“Excuse me,” Someone snapped and you looked up, realizing you were standing in the middle of the cafe entrance. You quickly stepped aside and let the person walk through. You groaned as you stared up at the gray sky, it didn’t look like it was raining as hard anymore.

You needed to go home.

You clutched your bag and started making your way down the familiar narrow streets, your apartment complex wasn’t that long of a walk but the cold wet weather sure made it seem like it.A loud honk made you nearly fall backwards in fright. You whipped your head around, noticing a black vehicle slowly drive up next to you. You halted in your steps, growing nervous as you watched the passenger window slide down.

“Y/n? Are you okay?” You heard Jungkook’s familiar voice call out, his face coming into your view as you squinted down at him. You felt your body relax a bit at his presence now knowing that it wasn’t a random stranger.

“O-oh, yeah. I’m just walking home.” You replied quickly , stepping closer to his car so he would hear you better due to the loud sound of rain and thunder that surrounded you both.His eyes examined your state, and you somehow felt naked under his gaze yet again. Something about it always made you want to squirm , no matter how many times you had seen him now. He often came over to the apartment to hang out with Eunji in her room and you had made sure to blast music those times in order to drown out the sound of them. You shuddered at the memory.

“I can give you a ride, you’re soaking wet.” He stated as he took in your expression, frowning at the redness around your eyes.

“It’s okay, really. It’s not that far.” You insisted , wiping your eyes in a hurried manner when you noticed his unmoving stare on you.

“I think it’s better if you let me drive you home, you’re going to get sick.” He said, this time more firmly. A concerned expression took over his face and you sighed, slowly nodding your head in defeat. You quickly made your way over to the other side of the car, a dark leather seat greeting you as you took in the fresh car scent mixed in with some type of cologne.

“I’m really sorry, your car is going to get all wet.” You winced at the fact that your clothes were soaking. You pulled the seatbelt over you.

“Don’t worry about that, are you okay?” Jungkook turned to face you, almost seeming annoyed that you were concerned about the car of all things and you were certain he noticed your tear filled eyes from the scene you had gone through earlier.

“Yeah, I just didn’t get the job I applied for. “ You lied smoothly, refusing to give out the humiliating details of what had actually happened. Jungkook didn’t seem content with your response but he drove off, turning down the streets.

“Was it the cafe job?” He asked after a few moments of silence and you side eyed him, not knowing how he could have possibly known that.

“Eunji mentioned it to me,” He clarified and you watched his hand on the wheel tighten a bit

.“U-uh, yeah. It’s no big deal, It’s just been a long day.” You assured him, staring down at your hands. It suddenly felt suffocating inside the car.

“You know it’s okay to not be able to do certain things, you shouldn’t be embarrassed.” He glanced your way, eyes seeming to try and take another look at your face but you turned your head against the window. You wondered how much exactly your friend had told him about you for him to make that comment.

“Eunji sure seems to talk a lot about my business.” You mumbled, angry tears starting to form in your eyes again. This time for a whole other reason, or maybe it was for the same reason. You couldn’t tell at this point, your emotions were getting the best of you.

Jungkook wasn’t stupid , he had seen the way you looked at Eunji. The way your eyes lingered on her for a moment too long, it was the same way his eyes lingered on you. He had wondered how oblivious your friend had been not to notice the obvious interest you took in her. Your little crush on her was cute to him but an inconvenience nonetheless.

“Do you have a boyfriend?” His sudden question took you by surprise , seemingly coming out of nowhere. You shook your head, wiping your eyes again and you tried to sit up straighter.

“Or girlfriend..perhaps?”

You froze at his words, noticing the edge that had taken over his tone. You stole a glance at him and he raised an eyebrow at you, a knowing look on his handsome features. Your stomach dropped at the realization of what he was implying.He knew.

“You can’t tell her.” You begged, turning to face him completely. You hadn’t even noticed you had arrived at your apartment complex, his car parked just a few feet away from the entrance. You suddenly felt nauseous again.

“P-please, you can’t tell her. I promise it’s not like that, she loves you and only you.” You stumbled over your words as you tried your best to explain to him, you were completely mortified.

Jungkook watched you silently, enjoying the way you gripped his jacket, your delicate fingers tightening around the material. The desperate look in your eyes, it brought a sickening satisfaction to him. He had you right where he wanted you, it had almost been too easy. He brought his hand underneath your chin, tilting your face up at him and you shivered at his cold touch

.“I can keep secrets, baby.” He whispered, leaning down to your face. His eyes trailing over your lips as his fingers brushed your tear stained cheeks. You were so beautiful.

“As long as you keep ours.” His eyes bore into yours and you furrowed your eyebrows in confusion as he brought your lips to his, the kiss was gentle but the grip he had on your chin was anything but. It was clear he was holding back and you were too much in a shock state to even react, you felt his other hands on your upper thigh, the dress you wore allowing him full access to your exposed skin.Your heart beat so rapidly in your chest that you could hear it in your ears, his mouth still worked against yours, the kiss growing more hungry by the second. You couldn’t believe you were allowing this.

“You’re so pretty, baby. You know that?” He grinned down at you as soon as he pulled away from you and tried to catch your breath, the world seemed to be spinning.

What the fuck was happening?

“What’s wrong baby?” He asked, seemingly innocently as if he just didn’t make out with his girlfriend’s best friend.

“N-no. We can’t do this, you can’t do this to her.” You pulled away from his grip, shoving his hand away from your body. You felt the guilt instantly start to eat at you, you couldn’t believe what had just happened.

This couldn’t be happening, you knew Eunji would never forgive you.

“I think,” Jungkook began, his eyes dark and you noticed the tightness in his jaw. “ We are going to do whatever I want if you value your friendship at all.”

The look he was giving you was enough to make you want to run out of the car but you forced yourself in place, he looked livid. None of it made sense, why would Jungkook do this? You were sure he cared for your friend, was he upset about your feelings for her? But that didn’t make any sense, he wouldn’t have done what he just did if he wanted you gone. If anything, he didn’t seem to express any concerns over your feelings for her. But that only left you with the last reason and you were sure as hell it couldn’t be that. Why would Jungkook want anything to do with you when he had Eunji? I mean, realistically she was the far more attractive one out of you two, it didn’t make any sense. None of it made sense.

“Why? Why are you doing this?” He tilted his head at your question, almost seeming to try and hold in a laugh.

“How naive are you, baby?” His tone was gentle but it was almost as if he was mocking you. As if he was speaking to a child and you felt your blood boil.

“I’m not doing this.” You bit out angrily and you watched his expression drop, the dark look returning to his ethereal features. It was unsettling how such innocent looking features could hold such a deadly expression on them, it seemed so out of place. It resembled nothing of the sweet charming guy you met at the cafe that first day, you had no idea where he had gone.

“No?” He clicked his tongue, glaring down at you and you watched pull out his phone, your eyes widening as he typed in the passcode , too long for you to even register in your head and his screen unlocked.

“ I wonder what Eunji would think of her best friend trying to make out with her boyfriend?”

“She wouldn’t believe you!” You snapped, not knowing where you got the sudden courage to yell at him but you instantly regretted it once he sent you daggers your way. His jaw tightening at your sudden outburst. Then, a sickening smirk glossed over his lips.

“Wouldn’t she? “ He questioned, his long fingers scrolling down his phone screen and you despised the way he instantly made you doubt your own words. Would she believe him?

“Would she believe the friend that has been envious of her for years tried to hook up with her boyfriend out of jealousy? An attempt to sabotage her relationship because she can’t fulfill her own love life? “ You frowned, shaking your head. That wasn’t at all the case, you weren’t jealous of her for gods sake. If anything you had been jealous of him.

“She wouldn’t ev-“

“Or,” He cut you off, his harsh gaze silencing you. “ would she believe that her best friend has been secretly in love with her for years and is trying to sabotage all her relationships just so she can have her to herself?”

You swallowed, you were sure you were seconds away from vomiting all over this car.

“Don’t play games with me, baby.” He sneered at you, the gentle tone he spoke with just minutes ago completely gone. This was a clear warning. “I could make her despise you completely.”

“Or disappear completely..” He added and you felt your heart stop at his words, your eyes widening at him. He held your gaze, not blinking. He wasn’t bluffing at all.

“You don’t want that, do you?” He asked, eyes scanning your face as tears threatened to fall again.

You were completely fucked.

You shook your head , your body felt like it was shaking on its own. He smiled at your compliance.

“Good girl. “ You felt his fingers wipe away your tears and you tried your hardest not to flinch away from him.

“See? If you keep being this good, we aren’t going to have any problems.” He assured you, his tone soft once again.

Your head was starting to spin at how unpredictable this man’s moods were. He was completely insane. You felt disgusted at his touch, not understanding how you got into this situation. Why was this happening to you? This was truly the worst day.

“Now, look who’s coming our way.” Jungkook announced in almost a bored tone and you felt his hands leave your face, you looked up following his gaze and you held your breath as you saw a familiar figure walking towards you both.

Eunji.

You squint your eyes and turned to face Jungkook, your eyes landing down on his phone that was still in his hand. The bright screen stared back at you as you read the text.

To Eunji: I’m outside, come out.

“Remember, baby.” Jungkook warned in a low whisper, turning off his engine as Eunji walked closer and closer to the car. You felt as if you were about to pass out. You took a deep breath and opened the car door just as Eunji stopped right beside you.

“Y/n?” She asked in confusion, her gaze moving from yours to her boyfriend that sat next to you. She looked utterly confused as she took in your wet clothes, she held onto the door and opened it wider.Now you were actually about to vomit.

“What’s going on?”

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erodasfishtacos · 3 years

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mlb!harry or ceo!harry mrs coming home from a night out with the girls, drunk af and wanting her man would be super cool.

When I Come Home (mini blurb)

I’ll do both (no sex though cause H isn’t a creep. Remember if someone is under the influence they can’t consent!)

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CEO!H (married but pre-Ivy)

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It’s just so funny because H is so no nonsense all the time except with YN.

She went out with her friends from college, it was a Thursday night, and Harry was stuck in their home office working on a contract.

He hears the front door open with a muttered, “Fuck.”

That’s all it takes for him to know she’s smashed.

Before he can even finish his sentence he’s typing, YN appears in front of him, heels kicked off, and eyeliner starting smudge.

“Hi H,” She smiles widely from the door before sauntering in - trying to be sexy despite her clumsy feet.

“Hi, m’heart,” Harry responds with a humorous smile, letting a puff of air when she plops heavily on his lap like dead weight.

It only takes a moment before she’s starting to swivel her hips down onto his, she was always a horny drunk.

“C’mon pet,” Harry chastises, strong hands coming pause the motions, “Y’been drinkin’.”

“Please,” Her words whiny, “Get me off, baby.”

“I said no,” Harry says firmly, kissing her shoulder to ease his harsh words.

YN let’s out another spoiled whine of displeasure when she can’t move her hips even an inch, can feel him naturally responding to her.

“Don’t be a brat,” He reminds her, tapping his finger against her lips.

She can also be a crabby drunk.

“Wha’s a husband for if you’re not gonna get me off?” YN bites, slipping off his lap and muttering, “Do it myself.”

Harry grit his teeth at the jab of his husbandly duties but grunts, turning back to his computer screen, “Cheers.”

“Dick,” YN whispers to herself, not quietly at all, as she leaves the office without another glance his way.

Harry goes about his own business but it’s mere minutes later when he hears his wife call for him impatiently.

When he steps into their bedroom, YN is sat on the bed with a furrowed brow and pouty lips as she glares at him.

“I can’t get my dress off.”

“Y’just called me a dick. Now you want my help, hmm?” Harry hums with a teasing smirks, widening when his wife glares.

“Help me,” She simply demands, no manners whatsoever.

But Harry’s in love with the pouty, spoiled woman in front of him and he really can’t say no to her when she needs help.

He stands her up, hands brushing the caps of her shoulders before slowly taking the zipper down on the back of her dress.

Harry helps her step out of it, just in a soft cotton thong and he unclasps her bra to let it fall limply to the floor.

She turns around, leaning in to kiss his lips softly, and her hands come to the hem of his tee and lifting it up until the hard muscles of his stomach are revealed.

“Sweetheart,” He says with a disapproving frown but she’s hushing him quiet until she’s pulling it over his head and slipping it over her own.

It makes him soften, “M’so gone for you.”

YN just snorts and says, “Good thing I agreed to marry you then.”

MLB!YN.

The three boys were already fast asleep for the night.

Harry was waiting up for his wife in the living room, spread out of the further couch.

The couple had an app where they could track each other’s location and he was making sure that YN was okay constantly.

He must have dozed off because he is a bit disoriented when the front door closes a bit loudly and the sound of shoes being kicked off echos.

Then he sees his missus, looking absolutely gorgeous in a pair of tight high waisted jeans and a lacy bodysuit tucked into it.

“Hi mama, y’look so good,” Harry mumbles, rubbing his eyes and sitting up a bit more to drink in the sight of his wife.

By the bright twinkle in her eye, he could tell she had a nice buzz going still from most likely the blackberry margaritas she loves.

He couldn’t lie, he quite enjoyed when his wife was a bit tipsy. She was already cuddly and sweet without alcohol but it just intensified it.

Harry’s mouth went a bit dry when she shucked off both her tight jeans and body suit. It left her in a strapless bra and nude thong.

YN is quickly making her way to her husband and complaining, “Make room f’me.”

Harry does, wriggling onto his side and moving until his back is against the cushions.

She waste no time in laying down next time him on her side, facing him and nuzzling happily into the curve of his neck.

His hands can’t help but roam her now bare skin, tickling up her sides, squeezing at the plush of her hips, rubbing circles on her tummy.

“Missed you,” YN murmurs against his skin, sleepiness already coating her tone as she hums as he gives her back a few scratches.

“I missed you too. I thought about y’all night, mama,” Harry tells her truthfully, ducking down to kiss her nose.

YN sighs loudly, hands coming behind her to release the tight bra and tossing it to the ground, smushing her breasts up against Harry’s bare chest - it was sexual but it was still intimate.

“Why the sigh, darling?” He asks against her hair, it stills smelled like his shampoo, sandalwood and cinnamons.

“The girls were…talking about how they can’t believe how loyal you are to me because we’ve been together since college and you have all these other girls who are so gorgeous who want you,” YN usually doesn’t struggle with insecurity but every once in awhile a comment would make her unsure.

Harry pulls back and pulls her gaze to his, “The reason I’ve been so loyal t’you since college is because I’m fuckin’ bloody obsessed with you.”

“H..”

“Let me finish, don’t even have time to think about any other woman. I’m too busy thinkin’ about the next time I get t’fuck you, cuddle you, love on you.”

“I love you,” She smiles softly, letting the nasty quell of feelings dissipate.

“Plus, put three babies in you. Gonna put more in you. Best mama, best wife, nobody compares t’you. You’re m’soulmate,” Harry whispers against her lips before lightly brushing them together.

“Speaking about fucking me,” YN giggles coyly, taking her husband’s hands and moving them to her arse.

Harry groans, graciously squeezing the firm muscle in his palms, “Don’t tease me, know we can’t when y’tipsy.”

“Tomorrow?” YN asks hopefully, whimpering at the harsh grip he has on her bum.

Her husband lets out a honking laugh, “Y’act like i don’t try to get your cunt whenever I can.”

“Filthy mouth,” She chastises sleepily, thumb coming to drag along his full lips, dragging down a bit.

“Let’s get you up to bed, darling,” Harry nips at her finger, “Don’t want one of the boys getting an eye full.”

—

The next morning, it’s barely even dawn when Harry’s waking his wife up with suckling, wet kisses along the expanse of her tummy.

“H, fuck,” She groans, luckily not feeling hungover from the night before instead arousal pooling in the pit of her stomach.

“Mornin’ mama,” He rasps, voice scratchy - telling her he just woke up too.

“Did you just wake up and automatically start making a move?” She giggles quietly, running her fingers through his messy curls.

“Mmm,” He agrees without an ounce of shame, “Fuckin’ dream about you, can’t help I wake up wanting y’on my tongue.”

“Okay, go on then. Remind me why I married you,” YN teases but it gets cut off with a moan when he pushes her panties to the side and laps at her clit.

“Remember why you did now?” Harry replies cockily against her folds before dragging his teeth against the sensitive bud.

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minruko · 3 years

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teaching his s/o to skate

ft- r.kyan, l.hasegawa, k.sakurayashiki (c.blossom), k.nanjo (joe), m.chinen

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reki kyan

when you asked him about skating he honestly got really excited

he talks about skating a lot and you could tell that he enjoys it a lot

when teaching you to skate he was hanging out with langa at the time too, so they were both there to hype you up

when you were first learning to balance he offered his hand to you a lot, if you took his hand he would lace his fingers with yours while guiding you

if you decided to try and do it yourself he and langa would be cheering you on

when you did your first ollie he was really excited for you, he gave you a high five but you winced from the injuries due to your previous attempts

once you get the hang of it y’all would have dates thats just y’all skating around, you would stop by a store for some snacks and have fun at the skate park afterwards

he would make your board and make any customizations if you asked for them, he would have lots of fun working on your board and telling you about the different kinds

it wouldn’t be rare for him to text you asking if you were up to skate now that you knew how, he’s really glad you decided to pick up skating

but he’s gonna make sure you don’t get badly injured so he could keep skating with you

langa hasegawa

he did it on a whim, y’all were studying and he just asked you “hey do you want to go skateboarding?”

he was using what he knew from snowboarding and what he learned from reki and put them together

every now and then he would mix up the snowboarding moves with the skateboarding ones, which would result in you messing up here and there

he would probably have those colorful bandaids for when you fall, so when he places bandaids on your injuries they’re various colors

when you show up to class the next day you’re covered in colorful bandaids and you show them off to langa which causes him to laugh a bit

while he’s teaching you he’s still trying to get the hang of it himself, so y’all are both learning

sometimes hang outs would consist of you two watching skating videos, pointing at the things you wanna try in the future

he would ask reki if he could make you a board, which he gladly does

he would start talking about canada while helping you skate, he would tell you that he would love to teach you how to snowboard too

kaoru sakurayashiki (cherry blossom)

it was your idea, you’ve seen carla around and got curious and wanted to learn how to skate

you asked him and he was more than happy to teach you

he would teach you in a private location because not many people knows he skates besides the people at s

he would probably let you practice on carla, because he was planning on getting you a board like that

he would hold your hand a lot so you could get used to balancing on the board, when you fall he helps you up while slightly laughing a bit

when he wraps you up in bandaids he always presses a small kiss to the top of the bandaids

when you nail some tricks he’ll be glad for you, once you get the basics down he would teach you some advanced ones with the help of carla

but if you didn’t wanna use one of those, he probably find a way to go to a board shop so you could pick out one you like

since he’s more advanced he would be a great teacher, he would be able to give you great advice so you could start skating at s if you felt like it

you skating at s would be a nice way for him to show that he’s gladly taken, because he has a little fan group

kojiro nanjo (joe)

most definitely his idea he wanted to show off his s/o at s, plus he just wanted to cruise around with you on skateboards

when you agreed he was really excited, he would move the tables around a bit and y’all would practice in his restaurant when it was closed

he was very confident in the way he was teaching you, and honestly you grew to like skating

when you were learning to balance he teasingly offered his hand with a grin when you fell over

after practicing for a while he would cook you some food so y’all could head home

when you get the hang of some tricks he would be glad for you and pull you into a hug

when y’all went to go look for a board, he offered to pay it for you, you ended up being there for a while looking at all the different boards

when you finally get the hang of skating he’ll take you to s to show you off, if you get into a beef he’ll be cheering for you the loudest

“That’s my s/o everybody!”

sometimes when you’re both free, you would just cruise around on your skateboards, sometimes you would skate to a nearby beach

he would race you for fun sometimes, but he’s not going easy on you cause you’re his s/o

but it’s alright cause you got some tricks of your own

miya chinen

you got curious about it and decided to ask him to teach you how

but when you did he quickly said no, he didn’t want you to turn out like everyone else, he didn’t wanna lose you too

you couldn’t hide the fact that you were pretty bummed out, but you found a way to teach yourself

he found out you got into skateboarding when he saw the board in your room when he came over, from there he just gave in and decided to teach you

with miya teaching you, you’ll become pretty good at doing various tricks

he would most definitely teach you that move he used to turn around the corners, laughing when you use it against him when you race each other

after his practices he would go over to the skate park to skate with you, once you get used to skating regularly y’all would race in the park every now and then

sometimes placing small bets or using it to decide who’s going to pay for lunch

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1plus1kiyoomi · 4 years

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Chapter 13: Secret

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“Have you seen this child?”

“Did you see any toddler wearing a yellow backpack?”

“Have you seen a kid this tall in pigtails?”

You stop walking and squat on the ground. Akaashi pulls you back up and gives you a reassuring hug. You let yourself cry on his chest, holding onto his shirt tightly.

“Mama!” A voice calls, making you let go of Akaashi and face the direction of where the sound came from. The park is noisy and packed but you are sure it is your child’s voice.

“Mama!” Kia calls again, and you spot her in the crowd in front of you. She is waving frantically and grinning widely as if nothing happened wrong. You are looking up at her as she is on Sakusa’s shoulders.

He found your daughter.

You walk to them and upon seeing you take your steps, Sakusa puts Kia down to the ground. Kia starts to run to you, but stops midway when she senses that Sakusa isn’t following after her. The girl runs back to him and reaches for his hand. She pulls his hand using her little fingers until they reach you.

You bend down to level with Kia’s height and hug her tightly. Your tears roll down your cheeks just like how the anxiety you felt comes out of your body. “Where did you go, silly girl?” You scold, hugging Kia even tighter.

On the other hand, Sakusa sees Akaashi and nods lightly at him as a greeting. The visible wet patch on Akaashi’s shirt saddens Sakusa. All the what-ifs getting in his head again. ‘What if I didn’t find her?’

“We spin in the cupcakes!” Kia answers, then realizes her mother is crying. “Mama, what’s wrong? Why are you crying?” Kia wipes the tears on your cheeks using her tiny hands. It breaks her heart seeing you cry. Is this how you feel when you see her cry?

You glare at her and she is ready to bawl her eyes out, fear taking over her body. “I told you not to let go of me!” You say in a stern manner so she starts crying. She steps away from you and runs to Sakusa. She holds her hands up and he carries her, letting her bum rest on his forearm.

“Say sorry to your mama,” Sakusa whispers to her as she buries her face on his shoulder.

You smile at the sight in front of you. Something feels different about the two of them interacting again. It makes your heart flutter, beat faster. It feels like falling in love with him again.

No. I’m not falling this fast. This is a trap.

Akaashi sees the sparks in your eyes so he decides to nudge you teasingly. You roll your eyes at him in annoyance.

You can’t miss out on this moment in front of you. You fish your phone out of your pocket and secretly take a photo of Kiyoomi and Kia. He is still holding her in his arms, her face leveled with his. They are whispering something to each other and you can’t help but smile.

‘They’re probably talking shit about me but that’s okay. They look cute.’

Her hands are holding onto his cheeks as she gives him a kiss on his lips.

Lips?

Your head literally whips up to look at Sakusa once again. He doesn’t have his mask or gloves on. His hands are trembling as he holds Kia. He must be feeling anxious from the crowd. ‘Did he rush here? How did he even know Kia’s lost?’

“Go on, give him a kiss, too,” Akaashi teases so you hit his arm playfully.

You rummage through your bag to look for the mask you always bring. You also get an alcohol bottle out too before approaching Kia and Kiyoomi. Kia looks away as you near them, Kiyoomi telling her to apologize to you once again.

“Here...” You mutter, handing the mask to Sakusa. His eyes widen in shock, only realizing just then that he doesn’t have a mask on. He thanks you before putting it on. You take his hand and apply alcohol on it, gently rubbing it and not missing a spot. “Thank you...”

Akaashi looks at the three of you from afar, examining your actions. You look a like family, a happy one. A family that is built on love and care. He smiles. ‘He really meant what he said to you that night.’

“I may have not been there from the start, and have been an asshole halfway, but I’m willing. I’m willing to be Kia’s dad.”

He’s becoming her dad. This time not just for you. He’s doing it for your family.

“Let’s go home?” You ask them. Kia shakes her head, crossing her arms. She glares and pouts at you. “But Kyo isn’t comfortable around many people. Let’s go somewhere else,” you explain to her and she frowns.

“I think I can handle staying for another hour or two,” he tells you and you glare at him. Your daughter starts clapping and squealing in excitement.

“You can say no to her, you know,” you say to him but he just shrugs.

“I know. I just choose not to.” He bops Kia’s nose, earning a giggle from her.

“What about you? I know you’re uncomfortable,” you start, worry audible in your tone. “What if something happens to you?”

“I think I can manage,” he pats your head in reassurance. The two of you are too preoccupied with your little argument that you don’t notice Kia waving good bye to Akaashi who is slowly walking away from the three of you.

“Mama, Kyo, Keikei said bye,” Kia informs you two. Your eyes travel around the place and he really left.

Kiyoomi reaches his hand out to you, but you don’t get what he’s trying to do. You hold his hand and he raises an eyebrow. He lets out a chuckle. “I mean the baby bag. I’ll carry the baby bag.”

“You could have just said so!” You complained, looking away. You let go of his hand and shove the duffel bag on his hand. After slinging the bag on his shoulder, he takes your hand and intertwines it with his.

You start walking around the park, avoiding crowded places for Kiyoomi’s sake. You go to Universal Wonderland, where most attractions for kids are located. Kia points at a Hello Kitty ride and you see Kiyoomi grimace. “We rode that awful thing a while ago.” He gags. “Never again.” You giggle at his reaction.

“Mama! Let’s ride that!” She takes your hand and drags you along the Snoopy ride.

“I’ll wait for you near the exit,” Kiyoomi says as you and Kia enter the attraction. He takes a picture of the two of you every time you pass by him, but it’s mostly blurry so he pouts. He is checking your pictures when suddenly a grade schooler approaches him.

“You’re Sakusa Kiyoomi, right?” The boy asks him and he nods. Sakusa puts his hands in his pocket, afraid of what is about to come. “Can you sign this for me? My older sister is a big fan!” The boy hands him a newly bought shirt, probably from the theme park. The boy also gives him a pen, which he disinfects before holding. He signs the shirt and the boy thanks him.

A group of high schoolers approach Sakusa as well, but maintained their distance. One of the girls is an avid fan, so she’s aware of his hate for crowds. They talk to him from a distance, which he very much appreciates. He likes it when his fans understand personal space.

You and Kia on the other hand are still on ride. Every time your kart passes by him, Kia makes sure you flash him a smile. But this time, Kiyoomi isn’t focusing his attention on the two of you anymore. She sees him talking to a group of teenagers so she faces you in confusion.

“They’re probably his fans,” you explain to her.

“Fans?” She repeats. Kia’s never heard of that word.

“They’re people who support and adore him. They sometimes give him gifts and they cheer for him during his games,” you explain further but she seems not to understand. “Right. You don’t know what his work is.” You make a mental note to bring Kia to one of his games.

The ride finishes and Kia rushes to where Kiyoomi is, excited to tell him about the ride. She sees him in his same spot, no more teenagers surrounding him, but a bunch of kids this time.

“Mama...” Kia calls you. “Mama why are they playing with Kyo?”

“He also has kids as fans, huh?” You chuckle, surprised to see younger ones show interest in him. He’s never been one famous amongst kids, but this bunch seems to like him a lot.

The kids leave him and Kia rushes to him, but stops when a boy her age approaches Kiyoomi. She stiffens when she sees Kiyoomi lift the boy up. A switch turned on inside her mind and she’s on full alarm mode.

Kia feels threatened.

“Kyo!” Kia runs to him then tugs on the hem of his shirt.

Kiyoomi looks down to her, the boy still in his arms. “Wait,” he tells her. Kiyoomi faces the mother of the boy who is taking their picture. He puts him down and ruffles his hair. He does a fist bump with him before the child runs back to his mother. Kiyoomi turns and looks down to carry Kia, but he freezes when he sees her.

Kia’s eyes are glued on the boy, her orbs emotionless. She looks up to him then runs back to you. Kiyoomi approaches you so you ready your bottle of alcohol. You give it to him and he thanks you. He attempts to pick Kia up but she turns away from him.

“No way...” You hold back a laugh, carrying Kia instead. You know exactly why Kia is acting like this, but Kiyoomi seems lost and confused.

“I wanna go home,” Kia tells you.

“I thought you were gonna show me the nice car,” Kiyoomi sighs, in hopes that Kia might forget whatever is making her feel upset. Instead, he gets completely ignored. His face twitches, getting even more confused. What could he have done that is making her this upset? He looks at you as if he’s begging for help.

“She’s jealous,” you mouth to him. He laughs, then takes Kia from your arms. Despite being in his arms, she still doesn’t face him.

“She truly is your child. This is also how you acted when you were jealous,” Kiyoomi claims and you smack his back. His attention goes back to Kia, thinking of a way to stop her from sulking.

“I’ll just buy a drink, go comfort her,” you excuse yourself to head to the food stall.

Kiyoomi sits down a bench, Kia on his lap. “Do you not love Kia anymore? Do you want to play with other kids?”

“What makes you think that?” Kiyoomi cups her cheeks, his thumbs caressing her cheekbones. He badly wants to start laughing because of how cute Kia is acting, but he doesn’t want to hurt her feelings. She starts crying, so Kiyoomi hugs her. “Were you jealous of the other kids?” Kia nods, tightly gripping on his shirt.

“Don’t feel like that, okay? Because you are my favorite child and the only one I love,” Kiyoomi reassures her, making her stand on his thighs so she is on the same eye level as him.

“Really?” Kia stops crying, her lips forming into a smile. “You love Kia?”

“I love Kia so so so so much.” He nuzzles his nose with hers, making her giggle.

“More than mama?” She asks him and he gives her a sorry look. She pouts. “No more kisses for you.”

“Okay, okay, fine. I love you more than your mama,” Kia mutters and she excitedly hugs him. She plants a kiss on Kiyoomi’s forehead, then a wide smile appears on her face.

Kiyoomi sits her back down on his lap, facing him. He pulls his mask down on his chin, looking at Kia seriously. “Kia, I have to ask you something and it’s a secret. You have to promise me that you are not gonna tell anyone.”

“Even mama?” Kia tilts her head to the side.

“Especially your mama.” Kia nods then raises her pink finger. Kiyoomi wraps his pinky finger with her tiny ones, sealing their promise. “Answer me honestly, okay?”

“Okay,” Kia replies with passion, ready to keep and answer whatever Kiyoomi is going to tell her.

“Do you want a baby brother?”

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Facts:

Green tea is green

Akaashi actually didn’t leave the theme park. He met up with Bokuto there and enjoyed the rides with him.

Kenma booked a flight going to Osaka to surprise Kia but he slept in and didn’t catch the flight

I don’t think I’ve ever mentioned this but Kia is 30 months old.

Note: So this is a whole new different chapter. I have moved supposedly chapter 13 to another chapter. <3

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loving-daisy · 3 years

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Cry For Me | George Weasley x Reader

Masterlist | Cry For Me Masterlist

Chapter 1 - Pilot

Words: 4.4k

Warnings: pranking, intimidation, suspicion.

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Square one.

It all started with the Weasley twins scheming the next prank they’re about to pull. With the house of Slytherin always messing with innocent Gryffindors who do nothing but mind their own business, they think it’s justifiable to give Slytherins a taste of their own medicine.

The twins head to their transfiguration class earlier than usual with the room yet to be filled with wizards and witches from different houses. In each desk, they lay out handwritten letters enclosed in an envelope sealed with a “W” that invited the students of the wizarding school to the party they’d be hosting for the holidays. Everyone was invited. Well, except for Malfoy...and most of the Slytherins. That is why the letters laid out in the desks of uninvited Slytherins were special parchment that forms a rather annoying face that sticks its tongue out. Not for Malfoy though. The twins think that Malfoy deserves something even special for not being so nice towards their friend Harry.

McGonagall’s classroom eventually became more and more crowded as students came rushing in for their class. As soon as they enter, they’d be confused as to why their fellow classmates were jumping out of joy. Opening up their letters, a lot became ecstatic with the fact that they were invited to the party held by the Weasley twins. I mean, who wouldn’t? It’s the Weasleys we’re talking about here. The famous Weasleys who turned the boring halls of Hogwarts brighter.

Students from the Slytherin house weren’t really bothered with the empty invitation. Not that they would bother to even come if they were invited. They despised Gryffindors and their loud and wild antics.

Fred and George were casually doodling on their parchment about how they would prepare for the party. Stealing biscuits from the kitchens, snucking firewhiskeys, karaoke, and a special launch for their latest product. Too occupied with their little bubble, the thought of humiliating a certain platinum blonde who goes by the name Malfoy has slipped their ginger heads. It was not until a small shriek coming from what they thought was Malfoy’s desk enveloped the transfiguration classroom.

Looking over to the owner of the voice, Fred and George’s face gave off a very confused look as to why the figure had long lustrous hair instead of over gelled blonde ones.

“I thought you said that you were sure that was Malfoy’s desk?” George whispered to Fred. “I said I think, not that I was sure. But by the looks of it, at least it was a Slytherin and not a poor Hufflepuff.” Fred whispered back before putting his left and right hand against his mouth to yell “Hey little snake! We thought you needed a shower. You stink!” in an attempt to further tease the Slytherin. This made George and the rest of the class laugh in hysterics. Everyone in class except for those sorted in Slytherin and the house of Hufflepuff. The house full of ambition and cunningness weren’t having it. They were in disbelief, in shock, and furious. The house with the designated color yellow was quiet. Fear in their little eyes feigning no absence.

When the soaking girl finally faced the twins with cold and icy glares shooting towards the gingers, the teasing look on Fred and George’s face remained. It was until Lee Jordan nudged them and whispered “you guys are so dead.” with a shaking voice. George raised his brows, a questioning look present on his face. “Why? Is she gonna call her daddy just like what Malfoy does?” Fred gushed, earning a chuckle from his twin and a smack at the back of his head from Lee. “No, dimwit. Don’t you know who she is? You messed with the wrong Slytherin, mate. That’s Y/N Icestone!” Lee stated, giving another smacking on his best friend’s head, one by one.

The Gryffindor was about to say another word until the victim of the prank spoke. “Clean this up.” Y/N Icestone sassed, crossing her arms. With her being closer to the twins, they were able to examine her from head to toe. A hairband made of emerald colored silk on top of her head, cold pupils resided in her eyes who still shot daggers towards them, a cardigan of greater quality inside her soaking Slytherin robes, black socks in fine leather shoes, and a small single diamond necklace in her neck.

George looked up to her and smirked “No can do, sweetheart. It's not because you are covered with the finest of things that you can just order students around. Might have worked for others, but it won’t work for me, love.” He argued.

While other Slytherins would have already hexed the Gryffindor for saying this to their face, George was surprised to see the forming smirk on Icestone’s face.

With a swift flick of her wand, the twins were suddenly looking up to her from her shoes, causing confusion to erupt in the identical faces. Being more confused as to why the soaking Slytherin girl suddenly became a giant, they looked at each other, frightened to see how they both turned into two little ginger cats standing on their little paws.

“Blimey, Fred! You became a cat! She transfigured you!” George exclaimed.

“Mate. you too! What do we do? I can’t seem to find my wand, let alone have my grip on it.” Fred gulped, panicking.

“Aww what do we have here? Two little kitties” a boy from the Slytherin house said in a teasing tone, earning a laugh from the Slytherin house.

Y/N bent down to reach the twins, petting both of their heads. “there, there, weasels, it will wear off a few hours, no need to worry.” Right as she stood up, she snapped her fingers three times resulting in a little fairy immediately flying in her direction. “Mira, go get me a new robe will you? Mine just got messed up by two twats.” She ordered, walking away and going back to her seat.

The shocked Weasley twins in cat form stood there for a moment before giving a small hiss and running out of the classroom.

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A few hours after the incident in McGonagall’s classroom, the twins were finally back to their normal form however, still sulky about the Slytherin girl.

“Merlin! Who does she think she is?” George grunted, slamming his tall frame into a couch located in the Gryffindor common room. “A spoiled brat, I tell ya. She acts as if she owns the whole universe!” Fred exclaimed.

More and more whines keep coming out of the twin’s mouth until their bubble bursted as their best friend Lee enters the room. Heading towards the twin towers, he rambled about the girl of the night. “I cannot believe you pranked THE Y/N Icestone. You twins are really something else. It takes big guts to talk to her, let alone prank her!” He began, earning a confused and questioning look from the twins.

“What’s with you saying that again? Who is she anyways? It’s not like she’s a princess or something of royalty.” George stated like it was nothing, earning a smack in the head.

“Oi! What was that for? Why do you keep on doing that?”

“How can you not know who Y/N Icestone is? The one and only daughter of John Icestone, who was one of the greatest wizards Slytherin has ever had? He even ranks higher than senior Malfoy! And Y/N...they call her the Slytherin queen! If Draco’s the prince, she’s the queen! You should have known better, mate.” Lee pointed out, an unamused look on his face.

“The Slytherin queen, ey? Looks like we hit the jackpot, George. We were aiming for the prince but we got the queen!” Fred insisted, satisfaction in his voice.

“Yeah, but she’s even worse than Malfoy. Malfoy would have walked away. She turned us into cats!” Answered George. “But I must admit, Georgie. You looked cute with the little ears on top of your head.” Fred teased, ruffling the younger twin’s locks.

“Oh yeah? But your little bum was cuter” George clapped back, earning a shove from his twin.

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Meanwhile, Icestone was spotted sitting in one of the fine leather couches in the Slytherin dungeons. Too immersed in the book that resided in her hands to pay attention to the confused and curious eyes that shot towards her. It is rather a rare sight to spot the queen in public after supper hours afterall.

A group of 3rd years entered the common room rather too loudly for Y/N’s liking. They were blabbering about the latest school gossip, as if their lives depended on it. Y/N Icestone was not really fond of those as she already had experienced her own share of nasty flying rumors that went out of the place. Honestly, why can’t other people just mind their own business?

Rolling her eyes and attempting to turn her attention from the book she was reading, the thought of scolding the young Slytherins was put into a halt as she heard the hot topic of the group.

“I cannot believe that the Weasley twins had the nerve to bother Y/N Icestone. It’s like a death wish, really.” Big mouth number 1 growled, annoyance in her voice as she recalled the way she saw her idol’s shocked and soaking face as a result of the twin’s shenanigans. Big mouth number 2 gasped, her hands making its way to her mouth.

“Bloody hell! Are you serious? What’s up with that house, really? They disrespect Malfoy and now they’re disrespecting Icestone too!”

“I heard they bothered Malfoy the other day because he was being mean to Harry. But Icestone...Merlin! She didn’t even do anything! None that I know...but she doesn’t really meddle with those stupid Gryffs!” Big mouth 3 insisted, causing more shock to run into the face of number 2.

“But you know what’s even more shocking? They didn’t know who she was!” Number 1 ranted, earning another gasp from number 2.

Before another word was spattered, a slam from a hardbound book enveloped the Slytherin common room, forcing silence and frightened eyes to look at the retrieving figure, as she made her way in the comfort of her room.

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The morning after, Y/N Icestone was spotted in the tables of the Slytherin house. He fairy flying beside her as she read through her mother’s letter while drinking her hot English tea.

It was not long until the great hall was filled with starving wizards and witches, blissful to start another day with a feast. No one really dared to sit beside the Slytherin girl but the only witch she considers her friend, which was still out of sight. Probably had another snog fest last night. Icestone thought.

Finally keeping her mother’s letter in her robes, she reached out to dig a muffin before being interrupted by the group of big mouths from last night, who sat across from her, their heads hanging low. She felt the familiar piercing eyes at all parts of her head which led her to roll her eyes and give off an icy stare.

Managing to push the attention of the eavesdropping students, this made the girls in front of her whimper, their heads hanging even lower. “Y/N-- I mean, Ms. Icestone. We sincerely apologize for last night. We weren’t being careful with our words. We we’re just concerned and --” As big mouth number 1 started reciting her apology, two tall gingers followed by their younger brother, Potter, and Granger, entered the hall significantly brightly, a cheerful look on their face as they laughed about who knows what.

This caught the attention of the crossed armed Slytherin, smirking before facing the group of girls seated in front of her. “Tell me your names.” The 5th year demanded.

“My apologies, Ms. Icestone. My name is Celeste. This is Ares and this one is Aria.” Big mouth number 1 croaked, pointing to big mouth 2 and 3 as she introduced themselves.

“Well, then girls. Are you aware of the consequences of having such big mouths?” Icestone sputtered, further intimidating the trio.

“No, Ms. Icestone.” The girls answered simultaneously.

Y/N grabbed a red apple, observing the fruit before changing the smirk on her face into a sly smile.

“They are forced to have apples shoved in their mouths.” She hissed, causing shivers to run down the spines of the young Slytherins. “but I’m not gonna do that.” She continued.

“As long as you keep whatever is about to be spoken right at this instant. Understand?”

“Yes, Ms. Icestone.”

As if nothing had happened, the girl with a diamond in her neck had an astonishing innocent smile plastered around her face.

“Tell me everything you know about the Weasley twins.”

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For the time being, The Weasley twins together with the Golden trio and their sister, Ginny, was stuffing their stomachs with the breakfast laid out at the Gryffindor table. They were having a good laugh with Fred teasing Ron for his not-so-secret crush towards the smartest witch, who rolled her eyes in an attempt to hide her blossoming smile and rosy cheeks.

The younger twin’s stomach was aching from the never ending laugh he had been spurting out until he was forced to leave their happy bubble as he felt a small hand tapping his shoulder.

Turning to face the owner of the touch, he was shocked and confused as to why Y/N Icestone was standing in front of him with a small smile displayed in her face.

He frowned, opening his mouth to mewl before being cut off. “Nice to see you’re back to your normal form now, right George?” She suggested, her cat-like eyes wide, an innocent expression and tone in her voice.

Fred became conscious of how his twin’s attention was transported to somewhere else which resulted in Icestone to face both the Weasley twins instead of George alone.

“Oh, hey there, Fred! Having a good morning?”

“What are you doing here?” George interrogated, clearly displaying his annoyance towards the Slytherin. Icestone feigned a frown. “Not so nice to see me huh? You’re breaking my heart, sweetheart.” She said, putting her hands in her chest.

“What do you want, Icestone?” Fred grudged.

“Me? Oh, nothing much. Just your twin brother” She admitted, her shoulders shrugging like it was nothing.

“Anyways, I gotta go. I still have to fetch my books from my quarters. But it was really nice seeing you Fred! And of course, Georgie.” She mused before pressing a small kiss in George’s cheeks and walking away from the Gryffindor table, leaving the younger Weasley twin flustered, cheeks as fiery as his hair.

Gasps and shrieks across the great hall were heard after the stunt the Slytherin queen has pulled. The kiss that planted on George Weasley’s cheek caused Ron to spat out his orange juice earning a disgusted look on Hermione and Harry’s face, stone cold glares from the Slytherin house shooting towards the Gryffindors, young Hufflepuffs who had their hearts beating for the said twin shattering, and Ravenclaws who were just in complete disbelief.

For a moment, the older twin was just as shocked as George until he snapped out of it, deciding to tease his twin.

“Look what we have here. It seems like the Slytherin queen developed a liking for this little Gryffindor bloke.” He suggested, shoving George’s shoulder and ruffling his hair.

“Shut up, Fred! She only wants to get back at us for pranking her yesterday.” George answered, his eyebrows meeting in the middle of his forehead as he crossed his arms.

Fred gave a little pat on his brother’s shoulder before saying “There, there, it’s okay, mate! You are free to fancy whoever! You’re my brother! I’d support you! Better just watch out for mum though. She’d be mad!” which earned him a smack at the back of his head from his twin.

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Some time during the day, as Fred and George make their way to class, talking about their next prank, of course, they felt something -- or more like someone -- squish in between them, locking both their arms to the Weasley twins.

“Look what we have here, my favorite ginger boys. I see that you’re on the way to class, huh?” She said, a smile on her face as she looked ahead. The twins shake their arms away from the Slytherin and look at her questioningly.

“What do you want Icestone? Here to turn us into cats again?” An annoying tone in the older twin’s voice as he sighed, clearly not wanting to bump into her again.

“That would be cute, but where’s the fun in that? I really wanted to hang out with you guys afterall.” Icestone casually said.

“But why?” George asked. The girl shrugged, her smile not faltering as she looked up at George “Nothing, I just want to see you.” She insisted, causing Fred to snort and George to roll his eyes.

“Why would you, out of all people, would want to hang with me and Fred?” George interrogated. “You’re a Slytherin! The Slytherin queen, like what they say. You don’t just hang out with Gryffindors. Weasley Gryffindors, if I might add.” He continued which now made Y/N roll her eyes.

“Slytherin queen?” She scoffed. “In that case, I think I can do whatever I please, don’t you think.” She stated as her right eyebrow raised.

“But why?” Fred questioned, still confused. Y/N sighed, stopping in her tracks and facing the twin towers.

“Look, I get that you guys are being suspicious of me but trust me! I have nothing going on. After the prank you pulled on me and both of you acting like it wasn’t a big deal, I was shocked, okay? No one really dares to go near me, let alone do something like that.”

“So you’re saying, you want to be friends with us?” George asked. Y/N nodded, turning her heels and walking away, leaving the twins dumbfounded.

George looked at Fred and Fred did the same. The twins having their non-verbal twin communication that nobody really understands but the two of them.

“Well, are you coming? We’re about to be late!” Y/N called.

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The following weeks gain even more suspicion from the Weasley Twins. Whichever hall they were striding, the Slytherin girl would suddenly pop in between them, locking her arms in theirs as if they were the best of friends. At first, the trio were given weird and confused looks especially those from the Slytherin house.

What was Y/N Icestone doing hanging out with the Weasley twins? Icestone would always look in their way and raise a brow which results in the prying eyes to look somewhere else and continue whatever the hell they were doing. The suspicion from the said house eventually stopped after a few days, thinking it was a scheme Y/N was up to as revenge. This thought, however, managed to stick up in the heads of the ginger towers. Why the hell would Y/N Icestone hangout with them?

“I don’t know, Fred. Something is up and I really want to find out.” George shook his head, still curious as to why the girl has been following them. Fred crossed his arms. “The Slytherins must be up to something. Or maybe she’s trying to get back at us for that prank! I mean, it’s not supposed to be for her, it was for Malfoy! I swore I knew that desk belonged to Malfoy.” He rambled, looking down at his hands until an idea popped out his head.

He smirked. “Or maybe~” He sang. “The girl fancies little Georgie here!” The older twin made his place on top of the small coffee table placed in front of the fireplace, chanting “Georgie and Y/N sitting on a tree, K-I-S-S-I-- Ow! What was that for?” Fred whined from the floor, rubbing his back as George shoved him off the table.

“That, was for you to shut up.” The younger twin spat.

Before Fred was able to scold his brother, a green paper plane flew inside the Gryffindor common room, flying from corner to corner until it stopped right before the younger twin’s face.

Lifting his hands to grab it, the plane suddenly exploded, a little paper man using the black parchment, that was formerly residing in the paper plane, as his parachute.

When it reached the feet of George, the little man neatly folded the parchment, bowing to the younger Weasley twin before kneeling to present the letter as if it was a sword being handed to a knight. When George bent down to grab it, the little man poofed, exploding into green and silver confetti, leaving a small mess. George looked up at the letter and saw a fancy handwriting of his name in gold ink.

George,

How’d you like my little trick? Pretty cool, huh?

Bet that’s a little better than splashing water on my face, don’t you think?

Watch out for the main event.

Icestone

A second after George read the last few words on the black parchment, he felt something sticky in his face, causing a hysteric laugh from his twin.

“I didn’t know you were THAT hungry, Georgie. I could have gotten you pie in the kitchens. No need to shove it in your face, you starving bloke!”

George sighed, swiping his hands on his face before slapping his twin with it. “Oh, sorry Freddie. I thought you were hungry too.”

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As Y/N entered the Slytherin dungeons, she was immediately met by her fairy, Mira. She gave a small smile.

“Hey, Mira. How are you?” She asked as she strides towards her room. “I’m doing quite well, Ms. Icestone. I have managed to prepare your sleepwear, prepare your uniform for tomorrow, and prepare your desk for school work! Should I prepare your bath as well? I should -” Mira stopped when she saw Y/N looking at her sympathetically.

“How many times do I have to tell you to call me Y/N? No need for the formalities! Mother is not even here.” She said, placing her wand in her dresser and removing her robes.

She felt a purr in her feet as her furry friend made his way towards her. “Hello there, Lixie. Miss me?” She asked, bending down to pet the cat’s head. “I certainly did, Y/N. You’ve been away much for often these past few days. You have to make it up to me!” He meowed.

She pulled him up in her arms, cuddling him, and cooed. “Aww how can I make up to little Lixie then?” Her cat jumped out from her grip, slightly irritated from the skinship before suggesting “Bring me to the next Slytherin quidditch match!” causing Y/N to smile.

“Okay, then. It’s a deal. Now, are you hungry?”

“Certainly am!” Lixie said, resulting in Y/N to face her fairy. “You heard him.”

Mira looked down at her feet, fidgeting with her little fingers. “But Ms. Ice- I mean, Y/N. I’m sorry but I don’t understand cats like you do. All I heard was meowing and -- I’m so sorry. I get that you might want to replace me. I’m new and I don’t think I have satisfied you and --” She rambled on before being cut off by Y/N pulling her in her chest.

“Shush now, Mira. It’s alright. It must have slipped my mind. Thank you so much for your hard work. Lixie here says he’s famished. Prepare him his milk would you, please? I’m just gonna go take a warm bath.”

As Icestone changed into her silk pajama robes, a small and quiet knock was heard from her door. Mira rushed to it, greeting the intruder of the hour. “Oh, hello Daphne. Here to see Y/N?” She asked, earning a small nod from the Slytherin.

Mira expanded the opening of the door even more, letting the girl in. Y/N looked at her, a small smile in her face. “Hello there, Daphne. Long time no see. You must have enjoyed the snog fest that you have been having?” She suggested, a teasing tone in her voice causing the girl to blush before taking her place beside Icestone.

The girl is Y/N’s only true friend from the Slytherin house. During their first years, both sat together in the same compartment in the express. Y/N introduced herself using only her first name, scared to potentially scare off students with the power she had with her last name. After the sorting hat called her full name and house, she was happy that Daphne hadn't ran away.

“Y/N Icestone, Slytherin!” The sorting hat shouted, causing cheers from the Slytherin house and murmurs to arise from the other. Sitting beside Daphne at the Slytherin table, she smiled. “Glad we’re in the same house, Daphne.”

“I didn’t know John Icestone’s daughter is in this year? Better not mess with her or else you’d turn to ice” Y/N heard a teasing voice coming from the Ravenclaw house. Shrugging it off, Daphne gave a bright smile, locking her arms with the girl. “Me too! We’re gonna have so much fun!”

Daphne crossed her arms, raising a brow at her friend. “Well, then what about you? You haven’t been hanging out with me anymore. I heard you’re always behind the Weasleys these past few days. Honestly, what is your deal?” Y/N just shrugged at her friend.

“Nothing really, I’m just messing with them.” She defended, giving a bright smile towards her friend. The interrogating look on Greengrass’ face however, did not falter.

“You’re not actually in love with one of them are you?” She questioned, resulting Y/N to snort and make a funny face, something she doesn’t really do when out in public.

“Me? In love with a Gryffindor? Are you mad, Daph?” She exclaimed. “I’m just messing with them for that incident in transfiguration a few weeks ago.”

“Okay, but you already turned them into cats! What more do you want?” Her friend asked. Y/N sighed. “Daphne, you’re taking this too seriously. I told you, I’m just messing with them. I’m sorry I haven’t been spending time with you. I’ll make it up to you, I promise! How about a little shopping spree at the next trip to Hogsmeade?” She proposed, causing Daphne to give her a bright smile.

“It’s a deal, Icestone! But you have to tell me what you’re planning on doing with the twins. Spill all the details!”

End of Chapter 1

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Author’s note: Hey there! Before I even started publishing the first chapter of Cry For Me, a few have already anticipated my writing. It’s really heart fluttering as I am new into the fanfiction world. I mean, I’m not entirely new, I have been casually reading for quite a while now and I was really inspired to challenge my creative writing skills so here I am. My apologies for any grammatical errors. I have been balancing 4 languages at a time which makes me confused sometimes. I do hope my writing reaches your expectations. Feel free to comment! Thank you <3 x Daisy

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sunfloweradoring · 4 years

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the one on the late late show

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I’d been on the Late Late Show with James Cordon many times now; I always had a great time with him and over the appearances we’d created a close friendship that he also shared with the guys - especially Harry. However, this time was different; I’d never been on the show with Harry, and I already knew what was going to take place. I was sure we’d both be subjected to a great deal of teasing from our friend, and he probably wouldn’t hold back purely because we were in front of the cameras.

“Nervous?” Harry asked teasingly, his hip jokingly bumping into mine as we got out of his car and made our way into the studio.

“Only to be embarrassed by my boyfriend.” I replied with a giggle.

“The cheek of it!” He scoffed, gently swatting my bum as I passed him to go through the door he held open. Glancing over my shoulder I shot him a wink before stepping up to the reception desk.

“Welcome, Miss Y/L/N and Mr Styles.” The lady smiled, her cheeks a light red shade as she looked at Harry. “Um, the other band members have already arrived; they’re in room 12.” She explained, standing up from her seat to hand Harry lanyard, which he quickly thanked her for. “And you’re in room 11.” She turned to me, holding out another lanyard with a friendly smile.

“Thank you.” I returned her smile. “I love your necklace, by the way. It’s beautiful.” I complimented, nodding my head towards her jewellery as I slipped the lanyard over my head. The receptionist’s cheeks grew a darker shade of red at the compliment.

“Oh! My... thank you.” She replied bashfully, glancing down at the chain around her own neck as she played with the pendant between her thumb and forefinger. “It was a Christmas present from my mum last year.”

“Well, it’s lovely.” I responded, keeping my smile as Harry gently took my hand to lead me away.

“I was gonna make a joke and say look how much the receptionist fancied me, but I think I had competition.” Harry laughed once we were out of earshot. I shook my head as I let out a little laugh.

“Shut up.”

“Look it’s the happy couple! So nice of you to finally join us!” Both mine and Harry’s heads turned to the voice coming from our right. James emerged from behind a curtain in jeans and a polo shirt with Liam, Niall and Louis trailing behind him.

“James!” I grinned, accepting his friendly greeting of a kiss on the cheek and a quick embrace. After hugging the other three boys in greeting, James clapped Harry on the back.

“Now, Harold, we were just running through the game to make sure everyone knows what to do for the show.” James explained, going to lead the four boys back out to the stage.

“Game?” I asked, eyebrows furrowing.

“Uh-” Harry glanced over his shoulder, hand awkwardly scratching the back of his head. James looked between us for a second before laughing.

“You haven’t told her?!” He almost shouted in surprise.

“We’re gonna play a tattoo game.” Niall spoke, shaking his head with a small smile (although the smile looked to be a coverup for a great deal of nerves). I raised my eyebrows in response, looking towards my boyfriend.

“Oh Jesus.” I muttered, shaking my head. “You know what, I don’t wanna know.” I waved my hand almost in dismissal as the men in front of me laughed.

“It’s just a ga-”

“I don’t wanna know!” I repeated, laughing, cutting Harry off before I turned to find room 11 to start getting ready for the show.

Over the next two hours, as the boys made some last minute preparations for the show, I sat in my chair with Lucy as she did my hair and makeup. A soft knock at the door cut off our giggles about something before I called out a quiet ‘come in’. James’ head poked round as his eyes scanned the room before landing on me. I smiled at him through the mirror, not wanting to move too much and mess up Lucy’s hard work.

“Hey matey.” I chuckled, watching as he came over and rested his hand on the back of my chair.

“Everything’s all set.” He stated. “The audience are starting to arrive so I’m about to quickly change into my costume of choice. We’ll come to you first when we’re introducing the guests, that alright?” I nodded in confirmation. “Perfect, and we’ll bring you out after the boys have done their interview and before the game, yeah?”

“I’m not participating in this game, right?” I gave him a teasingly stern look through the glass. He laughed, jokingly standing back in mock fear as he raised his hands.

“Wouldn’t dream of it, miss, absolutely terrified of ya.” Lucy herself laughed at this and shook her head.

“She wouldn’t say boo to a goose.” She snorted.

“Hey!” I playfully whined, turning my head to look up at her. “Don’t be ruining my reputation, it’s the only way I can keep him in order.”

“Oh yeah, forgot about your reputation. Y/N Y/L/N, Hollywood’s most feared actress.” Lucy teased, starting to put away her hair curlers.

“What’s this all about?” Harry’s voice spoke up, his body coming into view. My smile grew automatically at his presence as I reached out behind me with one hand making a grabby gesture. He approached, his hand slipping into mine as he delivered a gentle kiss to the back of my head.

“Just talking about how scary your missus is.” James explained, arms crossed over his chest with a playful grin on his face. Harry let out a small cackle as he looked at his mate before turning his head and making eye contact with me through the mirror.

“What? This one?” He asked.

“No, one of your many other girlfriends.” I joked, rolling my eyes.

“Oh of course, sorry, babe. Yeah, you’re lethal, shit myself every time you look at me.”

“That’s more like it.” I nodded.

“As much as I’d love to stay and listen to this GREAT banter, I’m going to get dressed. Cameras will be here in about twenty, love.” James added, shooting me a final smile before exiting the dressing room.

“Just going to check if anyone has any hairspray,” Lucy spoke after ruffling through one of her bags. “Scatter brain, looks like I’ve left it behind.” I nodded softly as she went out the room after Harry suggested there may be some in his dressing room. He gently pulled my chair around, standing between my legs as he looked down at me.

“Your eyes look like they’re sparkling.” I grinned, hands holding his as I maintained eye contact. Harry’s lips curved into a smirk as he raised his eyebrows. “Are you really that in love with me?”

“You and Lucy been drinking in here or something?” He chuckled, jokingly looking around the table in front of me as if he were looking for empty bottles before ducking down and placing a quick kiss to my lips. I hummed softly in appreciation, standing up from my chair to wrap my arms loosely around his neck. His hands held my waist, eyes roaming around my face.

“No,” I laughed gently, reaching up and slowly nuzzling my nose against his. “You just look really nice.” I complimented.

“Ooh,” Harry released a puff of air. “Now I know how the receptionist felt. Got me all flustered, Mon Cherie.”

“Mon Cherie?” I repeated, giggling. “That’s a new one.”

“Gotta keep you on your toes.” He winked, stealing another kiss from my lips.

“You been practising your French or something?” I asked, one hand absentmindedly playing with the hair that seemed to be growing faster and faster by the day.

“Maybe.” He shrugged. “Just wanted to come and check on ya before we go out there. Know you sometimes get a bit nervous with live things.” I smiled at his concern, leaning forward to place a kiss on his cheek. Unsatisfied, I continued placing a line of kisses from the location of the first along to his lips.

“I’m alright.” My voice was soft, just above a whisper, allowing us to enjoy this intimate moment together. “It’s normally pretty fun with James.” I explained. Harry nodded in agreement.

“You know he’s gonna be ripping the shit out of us, right?” I laughed, shaking my head a little. “Last time I was on he was taking the piss about some of the lyrics from the album, bet he’ll bring it up again or something.”

“Oh well.” I shrugged. “I don’t really mind.” I smiled.

“That’s alright then.” Harry grinned, placing yet another kiss against my lips. “Right, I really gotta get back to the others, but I’ll see you out there, yeah?”

“Yeah.” I replied, looking at him for a second before he pulled away, keeping his fingers laced with mine for as long as possible before he was out of reach and going out of the door.

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“And if these lovely boys weren’t enough for you, ladies and gentlemen, I’d like to welcome our other guest for tonight to the stage!” James announced after another commercial break. “She’s been nominated for countless awards, many of which she’s scooped up for herself. She’s extremely talented, beautiful and funny and one of my dear, dear friends. We’re so lucky to have her here tonight talking about her new film with Bradley Cooper called Lara, please give a warm welcome to Y/N Y/L/N!” The crowd erupted into loud cheers as they applauded. I pulled the curtain a little to allow myself through, grinning towards the audience and waving. I made my way over to where James stood at the top of the stairs where we shared a quick hug. Then, I hugged Liam who was sitting furthest down the couch, then Louis, then Niall and finally Harry who shot me a subtle wink before pulling me against him.

“You look stunning.” His breath was warm as it grazed against my ear while he spoke. I sat down beside him, keeping my composure to not draw suspicion from the audience.

“Now I obviously don’t need to introduce you lot,” James started, absentmindedly tapping his cards against the dark wood desk he sat at.

“I’m sorry, I don’t think I’m familiar with these people. Should I know them?” I joked, leaning forward a little as I looked at the four boys beside me. The crowd laughed along with the joke.

“Well if you treat all strange men the same way as Mr Styles here, the way you were at my party the other night, you’re all in for a treat!” James teased, addressing the audience who roared with laughter. I could feel Harry tense a little beside me, his protective side dominating him. I smiled as I waited for the crowd to quiet down before replying.

“Now if we’re on the topic of this party, James, do you really want to be outing events from that night? Need I remind you what I walked in on with yourself and Mrs Corden?” I tried my best to keep my smirk at bay, but failed miserably. The four boys on the sofa let out ‘oooh’s along with the audience as James blushed deeply, clearing his throat in embarrassment.

“A-anyway,” He started, glancing down at his cards before looking back up at me.

“She had you there, James. Don’t dish it out if you can’t take it.” Louis piped up with a grin.

“Alright, Tomlinson, you’ll get what’s coming to you, too!” Louis held his hands up in defence as he laughed, the audience mightily enjoying the teasing going on.

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“Now, ladies and gentlemen, we’re going to play a little game called Tattoo Roulette.” James announced, standing up from his seat. “If I could ask you boys to get up and follow me down here,” He said, walking down the steps before looking back at Liam, Louis, Niall and Harry. They followed behind him, standing beside a table with a number of red boxes. “And Y/N could you come down here too, please?” I raised my eyebrows at his question.

“I thought I wasn’t playing this game!” I laughed, pushing myself up from the sofa as I walked down the stairs. Harry and I weren’t particularly into PDA as a couple, but many gestures in our relationship came naturally and without any thought so when Harry held out his hand for me to take as I walked down the stairs there was a soft coo throughout the members of the audience.

“Don’t worry, child!” James jokingly chastised. “You’re going to choose the boxes for us.” He explained.

“What!?” Niall exclaimed, looking extremely stressed. “That’s not fair! Of course she’s going to be unfair and just pick whatever Harry wants.” I laughed at how exasperated my friend looked and reached out my free hand to pat his arm.

“Niall who says I’m on Harry’s side?” I said. “Perhaps I want him to get the tattoo.” I teased. Harry let out a squark beside me, squeezing my hand.

“What’s the matter with you, woman?!” He playfully glared.

“You better be on my side.” Niall spoke, wagging his finger at me. “Otherwise I’ll never speak to you again.”

“Alright, ladies, alright.” James interjected. “Calm down, she doesn’t know which box has the tattoo in it, do you?” He asked, looking towards me. I shook my head.

“No, I don’t.” I confirmed.

“Perfect.” James clapped his hands together, letting out a puff of air. “Not nervous.” He muttered, earning a titter of laughter from the audience. “Okay, lads, could you go and stand behind a podium for me and my glamorous assistant here will give you a box.” They all did as instructed, not before Harry gave my hand another squeeze. I watched them before James nodded for me to continue.

“Alright...” I spoke, my tone jokingly calculating, my fingers drumming together a bit like a Bond villain.

“Y/N please!” Niall’s voice whined. I laughed at him, taking the first box and walking it over to where Liam stood.

“Here you go, Liam.” I smiled at him.

“Thanks.” He spoke, clearly a little nervous but trying to cover it up (far more successfully than Niall, may I add). I took the third box in instead of the next and walked it over to Louis. He let out a laugh, throwing his hands up in the air a little as the audience ‘oooh’ed.

“Thanks, love.”

Once I had delivered the final box, (to Niall), I stood back beside the now empty table.

“Brilliant. Thank you for that, love. Now, before we start,” James picked up his box, walking over to Harry’s podium and swapping the boxes around. Harry stared at him dumfounded as I laughed along with the audience and the other boys.

“James?!” Harry questioned, watching his friends return to his podium with Harry’s box.

“Desperate times call for desperate measures, Harold. Who knows if anyone told her backstage. They hate me here.”

After a couple of minutes, both Liam and Louis had opened their boxes and were deemed safe, much to Niall’s growing anxiety.

“Okay, okay, it’s my turn.” James spoke, nervously gripping the sides of his box. The lighting altered and a low tone played over the speakers for suspense. James inhaled deeply before wrenching his box open with closed eyes. The crowd erupted into cheers and James’ eyes shot open before he yelled with glee. “Yes!!” Niall shouted, his hands flying up to his face.

“Fucking hell!” Harry shook his head, a smirk on his face as he glanced over at me. He then turned to Niall, gesturing for a hug.

“C’mon mate.” He spoke, pulling Niall against him before stepping back to his podium to open his box. The lighting and sound reappeared before Harry laughed to himself, shook his head and pulled open the box. Instantaneously Niall and James screamed with joy, running to each other before hugging. Niall pumped his fist in the air as Harry shook his head.

I couldn’t help but laughing, my hands covering my mouth in somewhat shock.

“You!” Harry pointed at me, walking towards me slowly before pulling me into a hug.

“I didn’t know!” I squeaked against him. I knew he wasn’t mad though, I couldn’t feel his chest rumbling with laughter against mine.

“It’s alright.” He laughed, pulling away and looking at me with a giant smirk.

“Okay, okay! What a rollercoaster that was! Now, Harold, could you come over here to get your Late Late tattoo, please.” Harry winked at me again before following James over to the tattoo artist. Niall came running over to me, pulling me into a bone crushing hug.

“Thank you, thank you, thank you!” He gushed. I laughed loudly at him.

“I genuinely didn’t know anything, Niall.” I said looking up at him.

“I don’t care.” He shook his head. “I know you did it for me, even if it was unconscious.”

Together Liam, Niall, Louis, James and I watched as Harry got his tattoo, Niall’s arm slung over my shoulders.

“What a legend.” James clapped when the artist announced it was over. “Come and take a look.” James gestured to the cameras that zoomed in on Harry’s arm. I walked over with the others, standing beside Harry who put his other arm around my hips. “Thanks for being such a good sport, Harry. Give it up for Harry Styles everybody!” James encouraged the audience who whooped and cheered. I leaned down when I knew the others were somewhat blocking the view of us and pressed a kiss to Harry’s cheek.

“Well done, baby.” I smiled.

“I expect a proper reward when we get home for you stitching me up like that, gorgeous.” He winked up a me, hand playfully squeezing my hip.

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Fate The Winx Commentary

Good morning internet! Today is the drop of Winx: Riverdale edition! I sure hope you're ready for my aggressive and unnecessary commentary, because it is coming for you either way!

The netflix landing page lets us know:

Fate The Winx Saga

6 episodes, 48-53 minutes each

"Genres: Fantasy TV Shows, Teen TV Shows, Italian TV Shows"

"This show is: Emotional"

As mentioned elsewhere, my Winx knowledge is limited, so I will be coming into this fairly fresh and will try to be unbiased. As I have seen trailers, the keyword here is Try.

Episode 1

'To the Waters and the Wild'

CW: Animal Death, Swears, Implied Child Death, Blood, Implied Teen Sex, Burns, Weed, Fatphobia, Whatever the term pussie falls under

Episode 1 TL;DR: We meet everyone, learn their dynamics, have the basics of the magic system beat into us, meet our monsters, and name drop Harry Potter. Standard first episode stuff.

I do want it on record before we start that I got about halfway into the first season of Riverdale, and the first season of Netflix Sabrina. They were, well, bland and boring imo? I did get through a few seasons of Teen Wolf, but that's because it was capable of Fun and Jokes. My current expectations are a few unintentionally funny lines, maybe some almost decent magic effects, and because it's 2021, one whole gay character (I did hear one of the boys (there are boys?) is bi, but also an asshole so I'm hoping for some wlw)

TV-MA LANGUAGE AND SMOKING OH FUCKING BOY Almost full moon (waxing) in opening shot- I Will be tracking moon inconsistencies if it keeps showing up that is a pet peeve but hey look a bunch of sheep That's a good start (it's ominous though. don't hurt the sheep) Swears count: Feckin' 2 Mystical portal barrier. Oh yeah s5 of the magicians is on netflix now WELP THOSE ARE SHEEP GUTS RIGHT OUT THE GATE HUH For CW it's up a tree, and the dripping blood is a good warning of what's about to be seen :( oh and then the man who was looking for the sheep dies offscreen save for a spray of blood. THIS ISN'T YOUR CHILD'S WINX CLUB it seems to say. I assume. How much blood was in the original winx because this is already at least a full cup. (Also the monster noises for whatever was chasing the man (werewolf it was a werewolf trailers are bad guys) were not very good)

Opening credit scene is 5-6 different blooming elemental wings. They're pretty, but it's unclear if the last one is secret 6th member wings (because the second to last ones are fire which is the main character's element right?) so maybe we'll get a late 6th addition? (I am in I.T. please give me the most relatable character you cowards)

KIDS IN THE CORNER BY AMBER VAN DAY PLAYING I like where they shot this but that might just be european woods pretty. The opening location was nice and mossy save for the sheep blood Fancy big stone school establishing shots (it's nice, and huge) and we land on a red head who seems less than pleased to be here Courtyard shot of... whatever the name of the replacment plant girl is, holding a tray of various potted plants for an older man (father? first day of school send off maybe?) Aisha(?) walks by, not talking to anyone, Stella(?) is taking Magical!Selfies with at least 3 other girls, Musa(?) has a suitcase and headphones and smiles at a passing girl Oh boy a boy with a pocketknife doing little tricks with it! Nothing says edgy like an actual knife edge. Gonna take this moment to point out I have some level of face blindness and while the girls all look fairly different from one another, if there is more than one tall blonde white boy as I fear there may be, I WILL NOT be able to tell them apart. Not through maliciousness, just general incompetence, so anything I say about the boy characters (I want to say they're the knights to the girl's faeries? is that right? this whole thing smacks of gender) should be taken with a heap of salt I've come to accept tv just. displaying text messages on screen as a storytelling method. It's never my favorite but it just Is a modern story element. Also Bloom needs to meet stella at the alfea gates Alfea I presume is the school- does the name mean something? It sure feels like the word elf and therefore fae but I don't feel like googling anything this early in Oh look two more blondish tall white boys. Pocketknife was wearing something else i think, one guy has a brown jacket and pink shirt (bad combo), the other looks old even by tv highschool/college standards and his jacket has a jock vibe. Jock jacket also has an earring? Is this the bi character who is an asshole? From this one second of him, only in profile, I will assume yes, he is an asshole I like Bloom's backpack Pink shirt looks at Bloom from across the quad. I am already tired of this romance Cool he walks up to someone he has identified as lost, and is 'impressed with [her] confidence in the face of complete ignorance' COMING OUT OF THE GATE WITH A NEGG HUH PINKY He even states he wasn't offering help Then Why Are You Talking To Her Jackass Subs are going with the fairy spelling, and Bloom confirms she is a fairy and we confirm this is College. Unless this is a european thing where they call schools different things. I think that's just for public and private? And maybe just england? I'm American all they teach us is 1492-ww1 over and over for like. 10 years sorry Rest of the World 'What Realm are you from?' 'California' Speaking of ameri-centric, I'm gonna Guess that original Winx, the italian cartoon, didn't have their main character be from cali usa? I am presuming this is a side effect of making this property for a more global distribution than I'm guessing winx was originally conceived as back in the early 00s The Otherworld. I assume this is the fairy realm and whatnot? And the magic school. Seems to be located behind a magical barrier in the earth realm?? If that's right it seems weird if basically everyone who goes to the school is from the otherworld Pinky doubles down on his rudeness but in a Fun and Cute way because :/ and the Specialist hall is Very Pretty, oh and there's a fairy hall. Are specialists the boy...things? magi knights? bros of the blade? guys who wear those 'here come a special boy' sneakers from that one comic? Stella sees this conversation which is great because they drop the term mansplain. why would otherworlders know that term even??? Edgey(?) sees Pinky and they hug it out Stella knows Americans are the type to wander off so I guess there's a lot of inter-world connections?

Miss Dowling- is this teacher going to be like the pedo in riverdale who got *checks notes* killed off by one of multiple serial killers later on? Dowling is the headmistress, gotta keep the otherworld a secret from earthers, time and place for portal making. all standard fantasy stuff so far, nothing to make this stand out Stella has a gateway ring, and frankly isn't too nice? all the backgrounders clothing is Bland and very normal 7 realms of the otherworld, Solaria is where Alfea is, i like magic globe Incase you forgot this was a modern tale, people update their insta stories here. 'I was kindof bummed I didn't see a single pair of wings' YOU AND ME BOTH BLOOM 'We had wings in the past, transformation was lost, tinkerbell was an air fairy' This is either a cop out for your glittery cowardice, or a set up for the main girls re-finding transformation magic later. I did like the Tink bit Bloom is a fire fairy and the subtext of this conversation is that bloom's magic did Something bad. I hope it was burn down her old school's gym a la buffy movie I like miss Dowling but in the I wouldn't Be Surprised if you turned out to be Evil way, and I guess Alfea is a very privileged upper crust school. What types of college do normal fairies go to then huh? damn privileged fairies 'our students have gone on to do amazing things like re-discover long lost magics' We Get It. You will give me Wings, but Only If I'm Patient Dowling throws a jab at Bloom about power control, but I like her necklace so It's Fine

Bloom video calls her parents while unpacking in the dorm, which may have come pre-fit with a heck ton of board games? Love it. Or new plant girl brought them along with her many plants Stella has a fancy mirror and lots of jewelry and fashion photos and makeup, Musa has a laptop and apparently not much else, gotta get those establishing personalities down I guess 'Ladies of the Flies honey don't be sexist' Bloom's dad for feminist of the year (these jokes are bad but i guess we can call it a dad joke as justification) Asiha gives Bloom a look and saves her from the call with her parents- yay friendship step one achieved Blooms parents think she's in the alps because magic secrets and what not Aisha asks bloom if she's never read harry potter and I guess Bloom is a potterhead (that's the term right?). Is this self awareness that all magical school fantasy series have the same basic bricks? Bloom is a ravenclaw sometimes slytherin, Aisha is a Gryffindor Stella is changing because she's the fashion one and has a fun pastel rainbow skirt, and uses magic to make a real aggressive lamp. She's also a mentor (maybe older than the others by a bit?) I am assuming Stella here is something along the lines of a diplomats daughter the way she talks about appearances. She better get down and dirty later on to show her growth about how some things are more important than looks yada yada Fairy magic powered by strong emotions, i am waiting for bloom's backstory to be movie x-men rogue style tragedy Terra! Which. Of course is the Plant Fairy's name. Stella is a little mean to her about the plants and she takes it with a smile and some subtle snark back using classic literature Oh that's fun Terra points out the name-plant thing, and name drops her cousin Flora. That's. The one they replaced with Terra right? Terra's dad works in the greenhouse at the school which explains earlier (and her mum is named rose) Stella is indeed a second year and Musa's eyes change for. Lie detecting magic? and loves her headphones (Overstimulation?) Aisha wants somewhere to swim and we cut to a 'pond' by specialist training. Assuming she wants to sim because she's a water fairy, why Don't they have a pool? also this pond looks. Unpleasant for swimming

Girl specialist! Does that mean we have boy fairies? Boys. Fighting. Talking about girls. All gingers are nuts. Thanks edgelord AMAZING SHAGS THOUGH 'I didn't realize your hand was a red-head' it's not truly edge if we don't talk about sex every 10 minutes Subtitles earlier only said boy 1 boy 2 but now pinky or edgy is Riv Edgy smokes weed, and pinky is a big brother figure to him, and the head? of the special boys doesn't like edgy. Me neither older guy Bit of swordplay, more girls, every specialist has black training outfits, very military Pinky is Sky who is son of Guy of Place. an important lad. without context this is meaningless to me There's a giggly boy who laughs at the idea of a war in the future and gets a talking to. I suspect this boy will be re-occurring enough to die- he has those tertiary character elements with his intro and such (and he's black so I am prepared for your standard racist murder choices) Burned Ones exist outside the barrier, which makes me wonder if dead shepard was in the otherworld? There was nothing establishing that he was in any type of Other place but :/ Oh look edgey is having a smoke cross the barrier while we learn about the creatures that live beyond it. Time to find out these creatures no one young has ever seen are still kicking Specialist leader had to kill his own pa after a burned one got him. They also. Used a shotgun when trying to fight it. Do specialists even have powers or are they just good with weapons? Edgey finds the shepards corpse. Mostly blood 'it's been 16 years since the last sighting' 'Rosalind killed all the burned ones' ahh magical creature genocide hey when is abarat 4 coming out. and is rosalind hot?

School, gossip, Aisha and Musa are snarking at Tera for thinking the guy died of natural causes because we need to have these characters not actually like each other to make it stand out when they do Aisha talks about how she eats a lot and if she didn't swim she'd be massive and we cut to the plus sized tera looking uncomfortable are we really doing this? Tera points out that Musa was ignoring her earlier and it's all just uncomfortable and not great character conflict (but I thought I saw Musa holding an honest to god ipod? it's blue but it could be a phone case. Her hand is in the way) tera and dad interaction is nice, i'm also convinced they couldn't afford more than 3 magic adults

Girl with braids and metal in her hair! There were witches in winx right? Like 3 minor antagonist girls? I assume this is one of them. Because she has alternative fashion and is therefore evil /s Beatrix. Names in this series leave something to be desired (that something is subtly. I get it, they're carry overs from a series for a younger audience, she-ra had the same issue, but i can still poke fun) Swear count: Arsehole 2 Bollocks 1 Shit 1 She's a weird ass kissing with clearly ulterior motives

Bloom is Studying and her notebook is just FAIRY MAGIC POWER = EMOTIONS LOVE FEAR? HARTED? FIRE FAIRY CONTROL? in case you weren't paying attention Oh a flashback already to the magic triggering event? Her mother had pointed out she's an introvert, and past!Bloom doesn't Party. She goes Antiquing and is a Weird Loner (her 'basic bitch' of a mom's words) Swear count: Bitch 1 Bad daughter count: 1 Bad mother count: 1 Magic glowy eyes for Bloom: 1

Bloom Hates Parties and asks Pinky I mean Sky where she can be Away from People and he fears he'll be Mansplaing to her to. vague that it's dangerous outside instead of saying 'hey there's monsters and someone was just killed by possible one of them stay in the barrier' Stella wants to talk to Sky because they have History. I did hear there was a love triangle between these three. I am bored and everyone at this party is a nosey bitch who is watching their tense conversation. Also Something? Happens when Stella gets upset [mystical warbling] Random magic effects in the (very pretty) forest Bloom is trying to practice her magic on her own, and to do that she's gotta look at sad teen pics. And look, her burnt bedroom from her first power usage The fire magic is pretty good. I think fire is like. the opposite of water when it comes to cg where it almost always looks pretty good, while I swear i've seen the actual ocean look like a shitty render Magic out of control, bloom can't control her emotions, Aisha can stop her with water magic which makes some nice steam Bloom is angry at aisha for saving her. So far 3 of the 5 girls are abrasive at best remember when people made characters likeable? Swear count: Shit 1 (but it doubles as the literal meaning because of flooded toilets) Swear count: Bitch 1 Ass 1 Taking away your teen's door is. Really shitty. Not almost burn down your house worthy but damn cheerleader mom I do not understand sleep shirts with buttons. That seems painful if you lie the wrong way? Her mom was seriously burnt by first magic usage that's a backstory Shit count +1 Main character aspect time: dormant fairy blood line? awfully strong magic for that. baby who died day after it was born and now she's here? ...I was going to say changeling thanks aisha A Barbaric practice loving hints at long term world lore Hell is a bad word for kids!! Cutting to headmistress and her secret passage after finding out bloom is secret pureblood? this really is a harry potter thing

edgelord offers giggly some booze, and says pussies twice because he's Edgey and does peer pressure Tera calls him out and knows he's a sad nerd in disguise not a 'badass' and he says she's 'three people in disguise' because fatphobia shit +1 arehole +1 tera. chokes out edgelord with a vine because she's had enough of this shit. good for her edgelord is Riv, and he lived

OBLIGATORY GOOGLE SEARCH FOR THE TERM CHANGELING REMEMBER BELLA'S VAMPIRE GOOGLE GOD I LOVE TEEN FANTASY AND THEIR INSTANCE ON GOOGLING COMMON FANTASY TERMS OH hey the lamp bloom brought with her is the one she was fixing at home that's a nice touch Stella bonds with Bloom about homesickness, and the takes a selfie Musa is a mind fairy. So she. Is a telepath with purple eye magic? Oh there's types of 'connections' Memory, thought (others but i am cut off from the lore) Stella did Something to someone who Talked To Her Man last year and now lent Bloom her teleportation ring to send her some because miss mentor really cares more about her shitty man then helping the girls she's in charge of First World- earth Old Cemetery? Very Sexy. and bloom sweetie don't leave a mystical gateway open, and how will you explain to your parents how you're back so fast Wait she's only 16? SO this really is some european college where that's a funny way of saying High School Fire guilt, bad feelings about life shattering revelations, better connection with mother. I gotta say I have low expectations of this show carrying the family connection through the rest of this. That conversation felt more like a Hey We Made These Movements Onto Other Stuff Now

Lighting choices are interesting, with green, orange and purple for creepy warehouse. THE Creepy Warehouse where she would sleep without her parent's knowledge wow right that GIRL DROPS THE DAMN RING AT THE FIRST SIGN OF burned one looked more alien than werewolf-y here Decent Horror movie looks, and dude stole her ring. Rude. Saved by the headmistress, and tera/aisha/musa are here to great her Stella can't be here though because she has to greet a half naked freshly showered sky because life is suffering and producers insist people like to see teens half naked (who. Who?) shit +1 and she dumped him. pity part of one and using it to try to get your bone on. HEY A SONG I KNOW. IT'S WHATSITCALLED FROM THE BAYONETTA COMMERCIALS WAY BACK WHEN. in for the kill la roux. I do wish netflix would either commit to telling you what song was playing or didn't tell you at all

Riv offers Beatrix a hit from his joint because what Is a Bad Kid hasn't changed in like 70 years Blowing pot smoke into someone's mouth isn't as sexy as ya'll seem to think it is Musa has cute sleep socks with little pom poms, and I love Tera's floral jammies Tera offers a bluetooth speaker so they can listen to music together Musa also calls out Tera's fake happiness this is the good shit character interaction i live for Musa Empath Mind Fairy 'somber indie music'

If you kill a burned one in the human world Something? Extra bad happens? So the headmistress knows Bloom's a changeling, and ohhh that's the last time a burned one was spotted. Is Rosalind the famed Monster Slayer the birth mother of Bloom? Tera text flirts with Giggly who IS NAMED DANE and has a thing for. Sky? Riv? I told you these boys all look the same to me so if it's a half naked pic on fairy insta i'm out of context clues. Crymeariv is the insta name that answers that. Is this the slow burn enemies to lover mlm i can't finish this sentence i don't care riv is a dick Stella and Sky are in a bed and she doesn't seem to have a top on so Implied sexy times? MYSTERIOUS HOODED AND ROBED FIGURE CROSSES THROUGH THE BARRIAR AND SHOOTS THE BURNED ONE WITH LIGHTNING MAGIC OH IT'S beatrix

alt-J – Adeline as an ending song

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tinawritesstuff · 4 years

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Bar Shenanigans (Henry Cavill x Reader)

Pairing: Henry Cavill/ First Person Reader

Wordcount: 1.3k

Warnings: not really

A/N: please take into consideration that this is my first time writing fanfiction in English, because it's not my first language. If you like this, feel free to let me know! I'm looking forward to write so much more! Thank you in advance ♥️

A/N 2: I’m planning on writing and uploading more one shots and stories, and I’ll be writing mostly for Harry Styles, Henry Cavill and Chris Evans. If you have a request or want to be tagged on my stories just let me know! I’ll be more than happy to add you ♥️

@tillthelandslide I can’t thank you enough for your support. This one is especially dedicated to you ♥️

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I genuinely don’t know how it happened. One moment we were talking about mutual interests, and all of the sudden I had her wrapping her thick and marvelous thighs around my waist.

It’d been a pretty rough week for me. Without counting the horrific situation the whole world was going through, all the interviews and Zoom conferences were driving my head mad, hence why I decided to go out and do something different that day.

I had run for the Durrell Challenge that same morning, and by the end of the race my brother, my sister in law and me decided to stop by a pub to have some beers (we deserved it, don’t give me that look). And that’s when I spotted her. Well, rather heard her before I even saw her

She was laughing so freely and carelessly with her friend that right after that moment I was smitten. The second thing I noticed were her tattoos: she had her left forearm covered in half a sleeve and the right upper arm as well

Am I making any sense? The point is she had a lot of tattoos.

I couldn’t take my eyes off of her. Dark hair, contagious smile and her laugh, God, I never thought someone could make me smile so big just by hearing them laugh. Her friend seemed nice too, but her? I’d never laid my eyes upon such mesmerizing creature before.

- Why don’t you go and talk to her? I don’t think you have something to lose.

I looked over at Simon and sighed. Of course, I had to be discovered ogling the beautiful little thing by no other than my older brother.

- Oh, but I do, though. Haven’t really tried to make a move on a girl in a while. Besides, she looks extremely young for me.

- As if that’s ever stopped you before. Besides, I thought that’s how you liked them. – he then shrugged his shoulders- We’re gonna go grab our drinks, you should, uhm…, go freshen up a bit. You look like you need it- he sent me a wink and then took off.

I looked over at the little beauty’s direction and, surprisingly, she was looking back at me. I threw (more like tried to throw) a confident smile and then bowed my head as to say ‘Hi’. She then giggled and waved her hand at me, after that she signaled my head. That’s when I remembered I was wearing the ridiculously big lion hat for the race and I started to feel like an ashamed little boy all of the sudden.

I shrugged my shoulders at her and smiled again. My brother and his wife came back with our drinks, and everything that happened after that is a big blur.

I remember her approaching me when I was waiting at the bar for another beer. She introduced herself- (Y/N), a ridiculously cute name-, said she wasn’t from around the area and was trying to get used to the English manners with her best friend (whose name I can’t really remember, honestly).

- Are you even legal to be drinking here? – I asked as I took my drink from the bartender

- Well, if you must know, I’m actually 20 which means I’m totally drinking by the parameters of the law- she threw an amused smile my way- What? Too young for you?

- Not really, no.

She smiled wider than before and nodded her head. By that point, I didn’t even know nor care where my brother had taken off to.

We talked a bit more. She said she was currently a college student (which I’d already assumed when she told me her age) and that she worked at a diner ten minutes away from our current location. Said she recognized me when she and her friend saw me, but didn’t want to come out as a creep, and I really, really appreciated it. We discussed our hobbies, I told her a bit of my liking for PC games, History and acting, and she told me all about her activities on her free times.

We hit it off pretty quickly, and by the end of the day our companions were forgotten. Her friend had accompanied us for a while but then took off with someone else.

She told me she was living in a small flat near the diner she worked at, and was a fifteen minutes’ walk from the bar. I said if she didn’t mind me walking her home, because London wasn’t as safe as everyone thinks it is. She said she didn’t mind.

Which brings us here. The moment she closed the door I didn’t need to keep pretending that I didn’t want to take her as bad as she wanted to be taken. I just followed her with my eyes focused on every move.

She leaves her shoes and purse by the door, and I drop my coat on the sofa. (Y/N) offers me a drink but I simply reject her offer shaking my head as I move closer to where she is. She looks up at me and that’s when I realize how short she is compared to me which, I don’t know why, turns me on even more. I look at her expectantly, I don’t want to make a move that she’s not comfortable with, and all it takes for me to lose control is her grabbing my face with her soft hands and pulling it close to hers.

I close my eyes and engulf her body in my arms as our lips connect. I feel her sigh on my mouth and then her body relaxes against mine, as I move my arms and hands through all the expanse of her back until I let them rest by her lower back, close to her bum. She whimpers when I let my tongue get into her mouth and roll against her own, and I let out a guttural groan because the sounds she makes are driving me insane.

I don’t even recognize myself anymore; I’d suddenly become an insatiable beast who couldn’t get a hold of its needs, who needed her more than the air to breath. I move my hands even lower, caressing her soft flesh as they go down, and pull her even closer to me by groping her two soft, jiggly globes. God, what a delicious piece of ass she has. I lift her up and she places her legs around my waist, I use one hand to hold her up against me and the other to cradle her pretty face. So, so pretty.

- I think we should carry this to my bedroom. What do you say, handsome? – she said once our lips were no longer connected.

- Lead the way, little one.

She hops off of me and takes my hand. I wish I could say how her place looked like, but honestly my main focus was on her: the way her hips swayed, her messy hair, the wink she threw my way once we reached the door of her room.

- I apologize in advance for the mess you may find, I wasn’t exactly expecting to get company tonight. – she blushes and opens the door.

- I don’t think I’ll be focusing on that, to be completely honest. – I flash her a charming smile and then move after her inside the little space.

She tries to keep walking, but I stop her by grabbing her bicep and I bring her back to me to reconnect our lips. I circle her waist with both my arms and our mouths start a war for dominance. Spoiler alert: mine wins.

This is exactly the kind of release I didn’t know I needed until now.

#henry cavill #henry cavill fanfiction #henry cavill imagine #henry cavill one shot #tina writes #henry cavill fanfic

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writingchalamet · 4 years

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Just On Set

squishybebe asked:

Hii, I love your last imagine it was great thank youu... Could you do another imagine where you're a singer and Timothee is playing your love interest in your music video, so you guys have to film some cute and intimate scenes...

A/N: I’m using the song ‘Kiss it better’ by Rihanna. This turned out a bit steamier than what I originally planned 💖 anyway stay safe and have a good day and thank you for 500 followers!!

It was the second day of filming for your latest music video, you had spent the day yesterday filming your close ups and glamour shots but today you were to be joined by Timothée Chalamet, who would be playing your love interest in the video. You were supprised he agreed to do the project, music videos not really being his fortes, however you had met him a few months prior at an award ceremony after party, and after gushing about how incredibly talented you thought he was for a good ten minutes you expressed how much you’d love for him to be in one of your videos. He somehow agreed and here you are.

Your hands fumbled around in your lap shaking slightly while you sat in your hair and makeup chair, the anticipation of Timothée’s arrival was making you a nervous wreck. “Would you calm down! You’re gonna be fine!” Your makeup artist Kiera insisted, taking a brush to your lips touching them up.

“I know but it’s just nerve wracking, he’s this big talented actor who I happened to run my mouth off to and now he’s coming here to play all lovey dovey with me! And I’m no actor what if he thinks I’m shit and leaves!” An exasperated sigh fell from your lips, with a huff you sat back in your chair throwing a strop in a toddler esque manner.

“Yeah she’s just through here” you hear faintly behind the door before there’s a sudden knock on it. You pull your robe closer around your body, “come in!” You yell, hearing the hinges creak lightly as the door slowly opened. It revealed your publicist and none other than Timothée standing in the door frame, hair styled away from his face in sweeping waves. He gives you a soft smile. “Hello sorry to barge in while you’re getting ready, but I’m really looking forwards to working with you today” he steps forward, extending his hand to you to shake.

You take his hand, his grip was firm but friendly. “It’s a pleasure really, I’m looking forwards to it” Keira teases your hair one final time “there we go you’re done” you lean forwards in your chair and look in the mirror, “You look lovely” Timothée smiles from his lingering stance behind you. “Thank you” you smiled back. “Right well I better go and get dressed and I’ll see you on set” Timmy lenses you a final smile before stepping outside of the room. You rose from your seated position and dropped your robe from your shoulders leaving you in your ‘costume’ for your first shots of the day.

You walk through the halls of the humongous house to the first set location of the day, in the dining hall. Your heals clicking along the hard wood floors caught the attention of Timothée as well as the director as you stepped inside of the room. “My beautiful angel, you look gorgeous, are you ready to begin!” Paolo the director yells across the room striding towards you taking your face into his hands, you had worked with him many times and become very close friends over the years. Your eyes looked in Timothée’s direction and softened from your nervous stance slightly. “I’m ready if you are” You let out a soft giggle.

Getting into position, you were both seated at opposite ends of a twelve seated dining table, a nice contrast to how close you would become later on throughout the shoot. The producers and runners fixed up a few things in the shot before the cameras started filming. “Ready! Roll music...Action!” A couple of lines of the ‘song begin blasting out from the speakers behind the director.

Been waiting on that sunshine boy I think I need that back, can’t do it like that no one else gonna get it like that.

You sat across from each other, two camera men standing by each of your sides, catching each of your nuances. Your head lifted and you directed your eye-line towards Timothée, his eyes meeting yours at the same time. You tilted your head the camera moving forward to catch your actions more closely. Timothée’s hands lay down on the table before his chair screeches, pushing it back, so he can move into a standing postition. Your takes a more wide angle shot as you sit up straighter in your chair. Timothée straitens his tie, the camera getting a close up shot of his hands working on the material around his neck. ‘CUT’ The music stops rolling and the camera men roll their cameras back into the original positions.

“That was beautiful, you both look sexy and fierce I love it!” Paolo shouts from across the hall. You giggle shaking your head you look up and see Timothée sharing a laugh also. “Are we ready to move on or do you want to refilm anything darling?” His precocious mannerisms always made him so much easier to work with, “no I think we got it!”

So I argue, you yell, but you take me back, Who cares when it feels like crack, boy you know that you always do it right

“Action!” The music blares through the speakers once again, and the camera pans out on Timothée striding towards you, you casually play with one of the diamonds falling from your ear, a smirk placed on your face. Timothée reaches you, standing behind your chair, one of the camera men moves to the other end of the table where Timothée once sat and the other stood next to you getting the close up. Timothée’s arms encased you, one travelling slowly down your body and the other moving around your neck and shoulders, he leaned down as if to whisper in your ear, leaving a kiss at the connecting part of your jawline. Your head rolled to the back of the chair. One arm lifted to caress his face whilst the other raised to hold the one around your chest. You both leaned in lips grazing, your eyes fluttered shut.

“CUT! Ugh I could cut the sexual tension in here with a knife! Jesus you two are hot!” His strong accent only made you laugh harder. You pulled away from each other, sitting up straight again in your chair, Timmy was leaning on the back of, you look up to him and give him a shy smile which he gladly returned.

“Right so your next shot in this location is the steamy make out session where you get to throw her around the room a little Timothée, okay, and then we’re done with this location! Okay, shall we take 5, get some air before the sex tape comenses okay darlings!” Paolo expresses every nuance with his hands flying all over the place and the over extended enunciated words. You nod towards him raising from your chair and walking towards the refreshments table for a bottle of water, Timothée follows persuit, opening a bottle and taking a big gulp.

“How are you finding it so far? Are you enjoying yourself or are we putting you off music videos completely?” You quiz the green eyes boy before you. He smiles brightly before nodding his head.

“I’m really enjoying myself, it’s a beautiful location, and Paola is hilarious and my scene partner isn’t horrible so what’s not to like” he jokes, you hit his arm jokingly shaking your head. “No in all seriousness, I was quite nervous coming into set today, I know that being in music videos can be seen as quite gimmicky, but I think that after people see what we’ve done here they’ll love it” your eyes light up and your heart feels like it’s skipped about ten beats.

“Okay darlings, time to rock and roll!” You whip your head round at the sudden boom of Paolo’s voice re-entering the room, and move back towards the table.

Man, fuck your pride, just take it on back, boy take it on back boy, take it back all night , just take it on back, take it on back

“Action”

Timothée’s arms come around under your bum lifting you into the dining table, you leaned back arms spreading out across the span of the table back making the perfect arch. Timothée leans forward placing kisses along your jawline and shoulders, the camera draws in close to your face capturing your mouth fall ajar and a gasp fall from your painted red lips . The camera followed in an extreme closeup shot as Timothée’s hands travelled down your heavily jewelled body down to your thighs, the second camera caught your head sharply falling back on the beat of the music, your movements becoming rhythmic.

“Cut! Okay let’s move to the doorway!” The music paused, Timothée lifted himself from your netheregions, offering his hands to you to help you down from the table.

You accepted and moved towards the doorway of the dining hall, “okay darlings are you alright for me to position you?” Paolo asked, you both nodded and allowed him to step in, “okay darling, if I can get you to just lean against the doorway with your back arched like this..” he moves you into place, your back arched, one arm delicately placed above your head. He moved one of your legs so it arched forwards. “And then Timothée darling, you slip yourself in hear, oh first take your suit jacket off, there we go. You place one hand behind her neck and the other around her waist, oh yes just like that, beautiful, and then one of your legs in between hers, so when you go to ‘slam’ her into the wall she’ll be balanced on your leg and can hold the stance. Beautiful darlings, ready!” He steps away from the frame.

“Action!”

Timothée did as instructed, pushing you back into the wall but raising his leg to keep you steady, the hand on your neck comes up to caress your check before he dives in, his lips touch your with such ferocious force you don’t know if you can keep up, it may have been the tension that had been building up between the two of you all day that had finally been released. Your lips moved against him like clockwork, finery and in perfect time with each other. His arms held a strong grip around you. His lips moved to lay kisses on your neck, your head spun backwards against the door frame, arm lifting to grip the solid wood above your head.

The camera came to a close up shot of your face just as your mouth fell agape, eyes fluttering shut. Timothée’s movements were rhythmic against the beat of the music blaring through the speakers. His head lifted once more and he placed his forehead softly against yours, and smiled gently.

“AND CUT! Oh beautiful! Darlings you are just breathtaking to watch!” You step away from each other, your assistant running over and wrapping you in your robe. You grab a bottle of water from the table beside you and take a large gulp. “Do you wanna have a look on the monitor at the shots?” Paolo’s eyes light up, proud of him and his teams work. You nod enthusiastically and move towards the monitors set up by Paolo’s chair, he presses play and you see part of your video finally coming to life for the first time and you’re in love. You have to admit you and Timothée work well together. Each of your movements compliments the other really well, and you both just look good together.

“It’s really beautiful Paolo, thank you!” You pull him into a side hug. “Right beautiful people, go and get ready for your next scene and I’ll see you in the gardens”

The flowers in the garden popped with colour, the grass a vibrant green that seemed to make the yellow in your dress stand out even more. You spot Timothée as you make your way through the gardens and travel over to him. He’d had his hair styled differently for the next shot, looking more slick. He looked handsome, you noticed how much the yellow complimented the green in his eyes. And how his hair styled away from his face somehow made his bone structure that more prominent.

“Are you ready to dance lover boy” you teased as you approached the boy. “I am, I don’t know if you are!” He joked standing up from his seated position, one arm picking up one of your hands, the other moving to your waist to spin you out. You let out a squeal as he dips you to the floor almost, his firm grip on your waist the only thing keeping you from falling. It’s then that you notice the closeness of his face to yours. His nose brushes against yours gently, the beginnings of a smile apear on his face.

“Well, well, well darlings! What do we have here! Save that chemistry for the cameras please! At least until the shoot is over! Are you ready to proceed” Paolo wiggling his eyebrows at the pair.

Timothée practically swigs you back up almost giving you whiplash, and stands a few feet apart from you. He clears his throat. You nod to Paolo that you were ready. For a moment you had forgotten where you were and what your purpose was for the day, it was only the two of you.

You both walk over into position by the blossomed bushes. The sunlight was bouncing off of your skin warming the surface. “So this is the scene that’s going to be in slow motion baby, so make use of that dress I want you lifting and dropping it and Timothée maybe spin her or something!” Paolo spoke with enthusiasm picking up parts of your dress making them fly around the air.

“Okay ready darlings! Action!” Stepping out of shot back into his chair.

What are you willing to do, Oh tell me what you're willing to do? (Kiss it, kiss it better, baby)

As soon as the direction was called, Timothée pulled you in close by your waist, dipping you down again this time a little slower than before, the movements feeling more intimate on camera. A fan had been turned on to help with the movement of your dress, you raised your bare leg gently wrapping it around his waist as your back arched, Timothée pulled you up to meet his eyes, two strang hand around your back, you lay yours gently around his neck, one caressing his jawline.

One camera man moves in quickly with a dolly, as you lip sync the lyrics ‘kiss it, kiss it better baby.’

Timothée leans forward as you tilt your head back allowing him to place another tender kiss on the skin of your neck.

“Aaaand cut! Oh that was beautiful!” You were expecting him to take a step away from you but he remained close with his arm draped over your shoulder. A warm tingling feeling surged through your body putting a warm smile on your face.

“Right I want to do one more shot here, just a short one over a guitar riff, just of you being cute” Paolo winks at the two of you causing a deep red to rise to your cheeks, you know he can sense you’ve developed a bit of a crush for your costar for the day and he just loves to taunt you. But honestly who wouldn’t.

Timothée turns to you a sense of excitement in his eyes, “we could possibly do something simple, just like lying down on the grass and have the odd few touches, if you catch my drift” he rambled on some of his words overlapping in places where he spoke too fast.

“I love it, simple but effective” you reply and nudge him with your arms. You move to a more open area of the garden where more sunlight was hitting, and plonk yourself down on the ground. For the second time that day Paolo came and set you both into a position, lying on your side, held up by one arm with one leg straight and the other arched, he positioned your dress in the ‘floatyist’ way possible as he liked to called it. Timothée lay opposite you in a similar position. His close proximity to you made it almost impossible to breath.

Paolo stood away from you, eyeing the finial positioning one more time. “Okay you look beautiful, are you ready?” You both nod, he steps out of frame and takes a seat in his directors chair. “Action”

A guitar riff sounds through the speakers on a continuous loop. Timothée’s hand grazes the skin of your face working it’s way along your body, travelling along your slender shoulders, across your hips and tracing patterns on your legs. You nuzzle your head into his neck and look back to see his eyes boring into your own, you could detail every emerald and amber fleck merging together, the corners of his mouth curve into a smile, he leant in and placed a short but tender kiss on your lips. Unscripted and unplanned, your breath caught in your throat and you felt your cheeks turn pink. You could hear the gasp from Paolo behind you.

“And cut!”

Sunlight was glistening through the large windows, pouring into the and bouncing from the crystal chandeliers that hung high on the ceiling in technicolour streams. There was a king sized four post bed covered in white sheets, floating down from each of the posts and draping down onto the floor. The rest of the rooms furnishings were kept simple but still extravagant. The room was bright and vibrant in colour, leaving a nice contrast to your final look of the shoot.

Timothée’s gasp was audible as you entered the room. Then there was silence and you swear all you could hear was the sound of your heart beating out of its chest. You sauntered over and took a perch next to the curly headed boy sat on the bed. Paolo came rushing in with the creative director followed by the large fan ready for one of the shots.

“Are you having fun mr chalamet?” You quiz the boy as he watches intently as the producers and runners set a few things for the shots. “Yeah I am, it’s nice to hang out with yo-“ his sentence was cut short by Paolo clapping his hands in front of your faces, “oh y/n you look breathtaking darling! Now let’s plot through these last scenes, I’m ready to see some steamy intense passion!” Turning on his heals he walks towards his chair.

You shrug your shoulders at Timothée laughing shaking your head quietly. You raise from your seated position and walk further into the room. Timothée stays in his seated position slightly hunched over with his hands casually resting on his knees. You loved watching the shift of Timothée getting into character, going from this bubbly smiley to brooding and smouldering in a matter of seconds. It sent shivers up your spine.

“Action!”

I've been waiting up all night, Baby, tell me what's wrong, Go on and make it right, Make it all night long

Your head lifted on the beat, lips parting. Timothée’s head raised his head slowly his eyes daringly meeting yours. His hands slide up his thighs a few inches where he pats instructing you to come over. You take three steps towards the boy, that’s all it took. Your leg raised and stomped it’s self up on the bed. Timothée’s hands wrapped around the leg sliding up the nylon fabric of the stockings. Your head rolled back on the beat. His lips lowered to press a kiss on the inside of your thigh, your fingers interlaced themselves in his loose curls, stroking down the side of his face.

You lifted your other leg to kneel on the other side of Timothée’s lap before sitting yourself in a straddling position. His eyes flickered down to your neck. Placing delicate kisses along the base as your head gently fell to the side, his hands wrapped around your waist and yours reached back up to take a hold of his curls. His head pulls back and you look into his eyes once more before lip syncing to your lyrics “make it all night long”

“Cut! Oh beautiful! Just beautiful! Do you need a break from all the sexual tension or are we okay to move straight on!” Paolo raised his eyebrows a smirk increasingly apparent on his face. “We can move on” you laugh moving back to lay on the bed for your next and final shot of the day.

“Okay let’s try the fans!” The fans switch on causing all the tulle and silk drapes hanging from the bed posts to float around the air. The flying fabric as well as the rainbow streams beaming through the room from the chandelier really set the ambience in the room, and made it feel almost dream like.

You laughed as Timothée’s curls began to blow in the wind as he edged too close to one of the fans. Paolo almost had a fit until he saw you pull him back towards the bed and fix his curls, gently twiddling them around your fingers putting them into their somewhat ‘disheveled’ style. “Okay there, that’s better” you giggle brushing the final curls away from his face.

“Positions people! Come on I have 5 cats to get home to darlings!” You laugh again at Paolo clapping and snapping his fingers at you taking your time to get into position.

“Okay ready action!”

Ooh do what you gotta do, keep me up all night (all night), Hurting vibe, man, and it hurts inside when I look you in your eye

With all the tulle and silk flying around the room the camera had a more blurred vision of the pair of you. You laid back on the bed, body elongated against the bed, arms stretched above your head. Timothée began crawling on top of you, placing kisses along different parts of your body as he made his way up. When he reached eye level with you, one of his hands moved like silk against your skin, along your shoulders and tilted your chin up. You raised a hand to his shoulder and pushed him back up slightly this time rising with him.

You both sit up to a kneeling position and face each other for a moment before leaning in on the beat. His long arms encase your body holding you close, while your own wrap around his neck. He draws you in for a kiss, you hesitate for a second just before your lips meet to look into those eyes. His lips perk up into a smile before he presses them against your own. For just a second you completely forget about the world around you, with tulle flying around in the air it made everything feel that bit more romantic. His lips move melodically against your own for a short time before drawing away, but still keeping your close proximity.

You see the camera that had once been in a close up shot of the pair of you, pan out on the dolly and the music comes to a stop from the continuous loop it had once been playing on. “Cut! And that is a wrap ladies and gentlemen! Well done and congratulations miss l/n on another beautiful shoot!” A few of the crew members cheer and you clap along thanking them for their hard work.

The fans are switched off and the silk and tulle gradually float back to their original spots beside the bed. Your assistant comes running over to you with your robe which you gracefully slip over your shoulders. “Thank you so much for your hard work and dedication to this Timothée I really appreciate it, it’s been amazing working with you today” you nod your head to the curly headed boy flashing him a genuine smile, in which he returns.

“It was my pleasure y/n truly, and if you ever have anything else lined up in the future you think I’d be suitable for, please let me know I’d be honoured to work with you again!” He spoke with enthusiasm his hands fumbled in his lap. “Oh of course I would be honoured to have you again! It’s been lovely seeing you Timothée, I hope we can do this again sometime..” your words draw out, longing to stay in his company just a little longer.

“Right well I should go get ready to leave, I can’t exactly walk around town like this can I” you half joked standing from the bed, Timothée joined you and shoved his hands into his pockets awkwardly looking to the ground. “No, well I mean you could but you might get a few stares” he laughs softly. “Thanks again Timmy, and maybe I’ll see you soon” you turn and give him a brief hug, he says his goodbyes. And just as you’re walking out the door you hear your name being called.

“Y/n!” You turn around to look at the hopeful boy who seemed to have a certain glimmer in his eyes. “Would you maybe wanna go grab some dinner after this? Somewhere where there aren’t any cameras” he smiled cheekily and you could feel your heart thumping in your chest.

“Oh thank god you asked! Yes, let me go and get ready, and I’ll see you in a lil bit okay” you lean forwards and leave a peck on his cheek. Pulling away you see the same gleam in his eyes that you had felt. And a warm buzzing feeling had overcome you, and you couldn’t help the Cheshire grin that had plastered itself all over your face as you walked back to your dressing room. What a wonderful day to shoot a music video!

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hemmoangel · 3 years

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Dr. Gay Dreamboat Pt. 2

AN: Hiiii, tysm for reading the first part to this! I’m sorry that the chapters are so short, but the next one is going to be longer and the best yet!

Your support means the world to me, and I really hope every enjoys these silly little one shots, during this lashton drought...

Warnings: There will be smut and mentions of smut throughout the series! Bottom! Luke and top! Ashton, of course. DO NOT READ IF YOU HATE GAY STUFF! Also, be sure to like a reblog if you enjoy!

Be sure to follow me on here and on wattpad and ao3 @ twinkylukey

Here’s the link for ao3 if you prefer to read it there :) :

https://archiveofourown.org/works/29210262/chapters/71751150

"That's for when we're alone in the break room"

It replayed over in Luke's head a million times— and distracted him from every patient. In fact, it was all the dumb blonde could think about. Ashton was informing one of the mothers about the vaccination their child was about to receive; Luke was supposed to be prepping the needle, but he started daydreaming again and ended up dropping the syringe onto the contaminated floor. This meant that he would have to leave Ashton's side and go all the way to the supply room— which, was much too far away from his dreamy doctor (the supply room was ten feet away from their current location).

The mother gave Luke an odd look, as if she were worried to see someone so dense working in the medical field. Luke couldn't blame her.

Ashton covered for him, "Ah, forgive Nurse Luke, here. He's afraid of needles too," He told the mum and her young son. The little boy looked up at Luke with wide eyes. Luke giggled awkwardly, flashing Ashton a grateful look.

"Yeah, that's true. Adults can be afraid of needles too!" Luke told the little boy. The little boy smiled.

"Just squeeze your mum's hand really tight. That's what I do, Nurse Luke," The boy explained, obviously feeling better about his own fear. Luke could even see his tears drying up.

"But, I don't have anyone's hand to squeeze. My mum's not here," Luke teased, mostly so Ashton would get the subtle hint. He wanted Ashton to hold his hand. He wanted Ashton to hold his hair while he took his cock down his throat.

"Don't worry, Luke. I'm a professional. I've given thousands of shots, so I'm pretty good at it. In fact, if you're ever in need of one, just call me," Ashton winked. Luke stared back, blinking. Did that mean what Luke thought it meant?

He quickly left the room, distracting himself with preparing the new needle.

This sort of office flirting was beginning to get out of hand.

On a normal Wednesday, Ashton would make comments about Luke's choice of scrubs. He would say things like:

"Oh, that's a nice shade of blue. I really like the pinks scrubs though. It's nice that you take pride in how you look, even if you have to dress professionally for the office"

And Luke would forget how to breathe. It would leave the poor boy so flustered and confused. Him. The master, seductress, twink nurse would forget how to attract men. Perhaps, it was because this particular man was a bit older, and Luke knew he had a full bank account and a palace for a house. Maybe it was how his voice melted like honey or how he always seemed genuinely interested in everything Luke had to say. Either way, it was intoxicating, and it would always lead to fantasies of being taken care of.

Ashton had to be a dom after all. Ashton had to be interested after all. He wouldn't say all those flirty things if he weren't.

And of course, there were the days that kept Luke awake at night.

The blonde nurse would be making his daily iced coffee with way too much cream and sugar, and Ashton would let his hand rest on some part of his body as he reached around him to do the same. Usually, it was just his arm. Sometimes, it would be his shoulder. And then, it was his lower back, and Luke had to bite his lip to keep a moan restrained.

"You know, Lu, you're going to rot your teeth with all that sugar," Ashton smirked, peering over glasses that he had recently started wearing to work (another thing Luke had to look forward to). He had also taken up the habit of calling him Lu. Only close friends and ex-boyfriends called him that. It was different to hear it coming out of Ashton's mouth. It was as if it were meant to be there.

"Yeah, but the cream balances it out. It has like calcium or something. I like cream," Luke giggled, realizing the innuendo. Suddenly, he felt the newly familiar, warm hand over the small of his back. It was dangerously close to his bum. He was glad too because those scrubs were two sizes too small around his curvy waist and barely-there panties. They were (just like him) itching for the older man's attention.

"I don't really take cream...in my coffee," His hand was still firmly placed as he reached for the coffee pot diagonal from the nurse, "No sugar either. I get my sweets elsewhere."

Ashton's fingers burned hot, and for a split second—Luke could feel them beginning to circle. It was if they wanted to grab something. Luke squeezed his eyes shut, biting down hard to conceal a whiny moan that was threatening to escape.

"I, uh, I uh..." Luke flushed, desperate to find words.

"Hmm?" Ashton asked sweetly, as if he were degrading Luke, "Don't tell me that you don't like cream...all in your coffee. You must, considering those tight little scrubs you're wearing and how you basically throw yourself on me. You must be wanting something, huh Lu? Something...extra..."

"What?" Luke's mind hadn't caught up all the way. He was under the impression that he had fallen asleep during his lunch break. He stared at Ashton with big eyes, never wanting him to move his hands off of him. He gulped, finding that he was always fighting the urge to just sink to his knees and beg in the break room again.

"Mm, don't be coy. With your lollipop stealing and your constant glazed-over eyes," Ashton tsked. He ghosted his hand over Luke's hip, "But, I got work to do today, baby. It's real busy. You're gonna be busy too. You can come prove me right some time after work, hmm?"

"Y-Yes," Luke mewled instantly. There was nothing in his life that he had been more sure of.

"Good. I'll text you my address," Ashton smirked, "All you had to do was say, Lu. How do you think you got the job?" He asked rhetorically as he left the room with his coffee.

Luke gasped softly, lingering in the heat that Ashton left in his wake.

He couldn't be so flustered every time they were alone. He had to prove to Ashton that he was the perfect twink for him, and he knew just how he could finally seduce the handsome doctor.

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jae-canikeepyou · 4 years

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| right here & now | j.jh

pair: jaehyun x fem!reader

genre: alternate universe + youtuber!yn

a/n: thank you for the request and i really loved writing this so much even if the idea of having yuno as my bf will never happen lol ;-; anyway, i hope you enjoy reading my lovelies! 💕~j.

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the curtains swayed with the wind spells that entered your room, marking a new morning. this morning however, was a very special one that you planned this for months hoping it would pull off like you wanted it to. you stretched in your bed, kicking off the blankets that trapped the heat around your body. the clock said 6 a.m. and you had more than enough time to prepare for the flight scheduled at noon.

pressing the button to record, you began your vlog by doing a gwrm routine and choosing your ootd, in which you were always always indecisive for because sometimes you would find yourself facetiming him and he’d pick the right one for you. perks of having a fashionable boyfriend, yes?

“guys..” you let one a little whine as you pat lightly on your face with a concealer. “i’m really nervous because even though i texted yuno that i’ll be having a meeting for a collab with another channel, i can’t imagine how he’d feel if i didn’t reply him for the next hours. or maybe if i don’t reply him at all.”

of course being the busy people you both were, even a message from each other was a big deal because hello, a long distance relationship was a struggling kind and some instances, fall-outs were common. although you did understand the need of physical comfort from a loved one, it was a matter of trust and patience on a daily basis that you would eventually end up in his arms when that time came.

and that time was today.

how you met nct 127’s jaehyun was definitely unexpected. you were one of the few singer-songwriter youtubers invited to a performance at an event along with other renowned singers. the group came as a special guest, giving fans and fellow artists greetings and basically hyped up the entire hall with their music as if it was their concert alone. you weren’t that interested at first since the event was your very first invitation, so you were more conscious on yourself than having the time to appreciate others, but you were a fan of nct 127’s music.

jaehyun too was lowkey, a fan of your channel. he didn’t want to show how giddy he felt when you stood on that stage; a guitar in hand and just a microphone by your lips. he was aware of the hand-held cameras the staff pointed him with, and tried to keep a straight face. however, when you reached the peak of your unplugged version of your song, the feels hit him differently. you sounded soulful, gentle, that it grew the urge for him to want to do a collab with you.

so when the event finished and you were told to meet other artists at their respective tent / booths, he ran into you— he couldn’t hide his smile anymore. you shook hands with him, realizing that he didn’t took his eyes off of you. “you were amazing out there.” you shyly complimented him, his shimmering suit shone like his eyes did.

“i’d say the same with you y/n.” he smiled and liked the way how your name rolled on his tongue. “i hope we can do a collab some day.”

“that’d be nice.”

jaehyun itched to have contact with you since then; that was three years ago. the last time he saw you in person was when you went to seoul weeks after for an interview. his friends could see the pink dusting his cheeks when you posted a new song, cover or vlog. sometimes he’d forget there was practice because he was too immersed into you. it was up until a couple of months after the event had he built up the courage to direct message you in instragram, finally having to connect with you.

then the rest was history and soon reaching the third year of your relationship. both of your feelings were mutual and came to a decision that you both were a couple. for jaehyun the most, it was quite difficult to dodge the questions at talk shows/interviews relating to love life when all he had in his heart was you and you only. on the other hand, you had to ignore questions on insta live whether you were seeing anyone; because they noticed a different aura within you on every video you upload.

“if you’re wondering how i’m planning to ‘ignore’ yuno.. well, i chose to not use my phone for the next 14 hours. i have to pretend that i’m ‘busy’ and ‘occupied’ with work.” you now entered the lift to exit your apartment and headed to the taxi waiting for you. “hopefully it’ll convince him why i couldn’t use my phone.”

you continued to film your surrounding for aesthetics, choosing the suitable background music. so far in the day, you talked about how hard long distance was. not seeing jaehyun personally for three years was a challenge. sometimes when you knew that he’d visit the city for a tour, you’d be filled with work and filming and bummed out because you wouldn’t be able to see him.

johnny messaged you just before your breakfast that they just finished rehearsal and were now taking a break. you sighed a lot more today as you knew he’d be sending you a message any second.

or so you thought.

♡ yuno ♡ would like to facetime you.

you panicked because right now, you were at the airport. however, luckily enough, you were at a fastfood chain located a little far off from the departure hall, so he wouldn’t notice that you were at the airport and just pigging out at some random restaurant. you placed the phone just beside your laptop, pretending to ‘edit’ videos when you were actually chatting away with johnny for the plans when you reach seoul. the camera was at the other side of your belongings, seated at a blind spot where only you could be seen in his perspective.

“hi babe.” he greeted you with a flying kiss as his sweat rolled down his temples. “oh? you’re outside this early?” he moved sideway as if he could see anything behind you.

“i’m having breakfast.” you showed a subway sandwich and an orange juice. “yeah well, i’m preparing for a meeting later.”

gosh i hate lying to him.

he moistened his lips, brushing his hair back with a headband. “what meeting?” he raised a brow, making you chuckle that he obviously didn’t see your message.

you rolled your eyes, turning the phone to the laptop screen and showed him the chat from the night before. “i told you i have a collab with another channel, didn’t i? anyway, i have to finish up and head for the meeting. call you later?”

“ah..” he whined. “we didn’t even talk for a minute, but okay. i’ll wash up and call you again. take care babe! i love you so much.”

“i love you too.” you said before ending the call. clenching your chest, you sighed deeply as you faced the camera that recorded the whole conversation. “this is hard. i never expected him to call me. i’ll make sure i won’t use my phone starting from now.”

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you yawned quite loudly as you watched the airplane icon reach the borderline of south korea at the screen before you. now that you thought about it, you haven’t recorded anything since the departure and it was a perfect timing because the sun was just rising by your side of the window.

“okay, hello everyone. i’ve been flying for hours that i lost count. but, i’m reaching seoul in about thirty minutes, so i’ll make this quick.” zooming into the ombré sky of blue, pink and orange combined, you hummed a tune that jaehyun used to sing to you to sleep. “see that beautiful colors. my boyfriend sees this morning every day and i’m seeing him really soon.”

once you were out of the aircraft and walking along the hall the leads to the exit, your heart stopped in realization that not only you were seeing jaehyun as a fan after three full years, but actually seeing him officially as his girlfriend. and this thought made your eyes well because you couldn’t believe it was really happening. mixtures of excitement and nervousness took over your body that perhaps other passengers recognised you, and you waved at them in response that you were in seoul for collaboration.

the boys’ manager dressed- rather disguised himself as your guide and picked you up at the airport. he waved at you to catch your attention. when you did so, johnny dialled to call you as he was seated at the car parked outside. “y/n!” he greeted. “turn around! i’m in the car!”

you opened the door and he hugged you quick. his camera was pointed directly at you, obviously recording the moment for jaehyun to watch later. “hi johnny! it’s been so long!”

“too long! we missed a lot of chances to see other whenever the group visits your city. sometimes jae would tear up- or cry but don’t tell him i told you that.” he giggled and helped you sit comfortably in the car. “are you vlogging right now?”

“aw that’s sweet of him.” you pout. “yes i’ve been vlogging since i left my apartment. say hello to the fam.”

“hey what’s up it’s your boy johnny.” he waved and curled his fingers at the cringiness of himself.

johnny felt his phone vibrating. it was a call from mark who updates him of jaehyun’s movements while he was out of the studio. the call was on speaker so you would be able to hear the conversation. “hyung. should i wake him up now?”

you giggled at how that was exactly jaehyun’s habits. “i think you should, mark.” your voice alerting him of your presence.

the younger boy held his reactions in a whisper, afraid that he might awake your boyfriend. “oh my g- hi y/n! i love your acoustic cover of ‘love me now’. jaehyun hyung teared up last night after watching it.”

“really? he teared up again?” your heard sank to the ground knowing how he really felt behind the cameras separating the both of you. your arms weakened at the point but continued to vlog.

“yeah. hold up i’m just gonna-” mark paused and all you heard was the fall of headphones and low groans. “hyung, johnny said he’ll get us food. what do you want?”

a groggy voice contemplated the events of today before yelping in shock that he has a recording to finish. “agh crap what time is it?” jaehyun asked, even if you wanted to speak, johnny refrained you from doing so. you shouldn’t blow your cover now.

“it’s quarter past two.” mark said and helped the dude up on his toes. “we’re getting fried chicken.”

“tsk i was about to call y/n after i washed up.” jaehyun rubbed his eyes. “oh yeah johnny, better come here quick. taeyong hyung said we still have some parts to record.”

you held in your laughs as you covered your lips, sharing identical expressions with johnny. he breathed out before speaking. “uh yeah sure, but i did my part of the cover already. so it’s just you left. see you soon.”

the car was pulled over the studio the boys have been gathered at. some were practicing their choreography while others were resting up. you walked slower than usual and johnny noticed this gestures of yours. who wouldn’t be nervous at a situation like this? it has been three years, so he could imagine the tension between you and yourself only.

mark told everyone to take caution because jaehyun has a sharp eye, that he could read the atmosphere of anything was fishy. even the slight percent of that feeling he could crack an egg open, and the plan would fail. they didn’t want that to happen, this was a special moment for him and you came all the way to surprise him. the effort alone was already precious.

you vlogged again, your chest began its countdown whilst you hid behind a drumset at the recording booth. gladly though, your frame was petite compared to the instrument so you wouldn’t be seen immediately at first glance. cameras were set up and hidden at corners where jaehyun couldn’t see them. all there was was a foldable compact device attached to the mic stand.

the plan was to let jaehyun sing his part of high school musical cover of ‘right here, right now’, due to that one time he playfully joked about being your troy bolton. so you kept that request in mind and chose to do the recording on the day you came to seoul. you pre-recorded your part last week, and you would wait for him to finish his part.

“this is it guys. my hand is shaking, my heart feels like its about to come out of me. i’m already tearing up because i’m going see yuno in less than five min-”

the door swung open causing you to jolt, making one drumstick slide to its abyss, but you managed to catch before it fell. flutters of papers were then placed on the black metal stand, and a low baritone clearing throat for a vocal exercise sure revealed it was yuno. just the impact of careless actions alone, you could tell the person in the studio was indeed your boyfriend.

you exchanged looks from the camera and to jaehyun, repeating this several times because it was hard to catch the timing.

“which part do i have to re-do?” jaehyun’s voice sent shivers down your spine and you fanned yourself keep your calm. “hm? this is a new song cover? okay, but this is a duet though.” he said, checking the titles for the second time. the guys had to bend down slightly from where jaehyun was standing as he was very clueless. “ah so it’s the reprise version? it’s pretty short.” he cleared his throat again.

“can you imagine what would happen, if we could have any dream?..” gosh how honey like his voice was. “i’d wish this moment, was ours to own it and that it would never leave..”

“then i would thank that star, that made our wish come true.”

jaehyun’s eyes grew as your voice was heard through the headphones. he tried to keep his cool, even though his expression changed a little. “‘cause he knows that where you are, is where i should be too.”

in a few seconds the chorus was about to be sung, you left your camera at the bass drum when you pulled him for a back hug, after when he sang.

“right here. right now?..” jaehyun lost tune at the latter word, turning to see the person who was hugging him; soon revealing your beaming smile. he looked back at his friends who were jumping and cheering, he squinted at their phones and cameras that were up to capture the moment.

he removed his headphones as reality punched him in the gut, arms quickly wrapping you for a longing embrace. “y/n..” he said, carrying you slightly to enjoy the surprise. the boys came into the recording studio, your ears ringing at their volumes of woohoo’s and yeah’s.

he finally saw you in the flesh, the real deal. not behind low quality screens or hours of long phone calls. you were with him now, and that was all that mattered to him.

“surprise?” you tiptoed to kiss his cheek but he nuzzled himself at the crook of your neck to hide his tears. they were dampening your clothes a little. “aw babe.”

“is he crying?” johnny asked with a teasing voice and when he didn’t get any response, he turned to the camera. “ladies and gents, and johfam, our boy jae is finally crying in front of cameras.”

“shut up.” jaehyun butt back, his nose pink and his eyelashes were slight wet. “you’re here.” he hugged you again like how a koala would do.

you held his hand and intertwined them with yours. “yeah, i’m here- oh wow you’re shaking.”

jaehyun’s chin rested on top of your head, his dimples deepening as he gave the same smile whenever he’d facetime you. “i thought you had a meeting with another channel?” he asked, swaying you from side to side as you all came out of the recording booth.

lunch then was placed on the table, you sat amongst them, they dug in like they haven’t eaten good food. “i did. the channel’s called johnny’s communication center.”

the said boy gave you a wink and jaehyun caressed his neck in bewilderment. “hyung, you were part of this?”

“maybe, maybe not.” he popped a kimbap into his mouth, savouring the flavours. “i picked her up at the airport and the boys knew it all along.” he said, later noticing jaehyun’s attention was full onto you. he nudged the others to give you both space and left with their fair share of the food.

jaehyun rubbed circles at your back, he loved keeping you close. the smile never left his face and his ears went to a deeper red. “you planned all this for me?”

“because i missed you a lot more than you think.” you poked his dimples that he smiled widely than before.

“i missed you too.” he stared into you. “when are you leaving though?”

a chuckle of faux disbelief escaped your lips. “yuno, i just got here and you’re asking me when i’ll leave?”

he brought your hand up for a small kiss. “i’m asking because i don’t want you to, y/n. just stay with me.” his voice practically begging you, and you softened your gaze at him, wanting the same as well.

“i don’t know when i’ll see you next..” he trailed off as you wait for his response. “..i meant that in person.”

you inclined yourself to him and hugged him tighter. “let’s think of that later. we can make arrangements. all that matters is i’m here right now.” you giggled with pressed lips.

jaehyun stared down at you, leaning in for your first kiss. “gosh i love you so much.”

#nct 127 #nct jaehyun #jung jaehyun #jaehyun scenarios #jaehyun imagines #jaehyun au #jaehyun fluff #jaehyun oneshot #nct yoonoh #yuno #jaehyun nct #jung yoonoh #jeong yuno #jeong jaehyun

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Reader gets stood up at prom ghostface boys to the rescue

(A/N): oh prom was my nightmare so this was so self indulgent to think about thanks fam

They were getting around to asking you they fucking swear on god and they were ....enraged would be putting it lightly, when some random fucking loser asked you before they could.

Listen they were just trying to take it slow to go easy on you. Like slowly heating up the water around a frog instead of dropping them into boiling water to begin with.

You're out here thinking you've got #the two best friends in the world meanwhile they're trying to make a teenage spouse out of you but the best laid plans of dumb teenage boys often go awry.

Even though it's totally fine to do so (and the norm for you) you were feeling strange about asking if you could be a tag-a-long for them for prom night of all things.

Them including you on all their date nights and hang-outs are one thing but being a third wheel for the most romantic/cutesy night for teenagers is something you cannot fucking parse.

You had even started secretly thinking of staying home alone that night, which you know everyone in your life would've been strongly against but what're they gonna do? Throw you into a fancy tux/dress and force you to go?

But then a classmate asked you! Sure it wasn't particularly romantic and you didn't know each other well but they weren't the worst person in the world and they offered to buy your ticket for you and match with your color so at least you'll be going without feeling like an interloper.

You rush to tell the boys even though some part of you feels...bummed out you're not going with them but they're a couple and you're all best friends and you know you'll still spend time with them that night so it's fine! Everything's fine! Everything is perfect.

So yes they almost nutted the fuck up when you told them. The look on Stu's face....Billy had to hit him when you weren't looking so he could fix his face by the time you glanced over at him with that cute, excited look of expectancy.

"That's great, Y/N!" Stu would say, trying to make his smile look as normal as possible. "Who asked you?" Billy would say, grinding his teeth to fucking dust in his mouth and already planning on murdering them brutally.

It's only when they're alone and planning the murder do they realize they can't do that to you. You got asked to prom and how would you feel if your date happens to become a ghostface victim! They know you...you're so sweet and nice that even though you didn't particularly like the person you'd be staying home for the evening crying and sad. At the very least you'd take it as a "sign" and stay in for the night, if they were lucky.

Despite being the most possessive boys in the world they don't want you looking back at a night that could be special and magical with only the traumatic memory of a dead date. Romance really is real!

So they didn’t kill the lucky bastard who asked you even though they are so upset and bummed out. Stu mopes for the whole week leading up to the day and Billy is a special kind of grumpy asshole.

But they get to do little prom prep things with you that you probably wouldn't have let them do with you if you were their date for the night and it's cute and montage-y even though they're still really upset.

Helping you pick out a dress/tux/look and being your hype-men! You step out of the dressing room with something Stu picked for you (fashion icon) and he screams! Billy staring at you w/ eyes that are soft and he couldn't wipe the look off his face if he tried. Deciding your makeup/hair/look for the night with them and they lowkey do everything to match you/look good with you.

Fuck your date, man! They are your date in name only. When you look back at this night they're making 100% you'll only remember them. This is gonna be a funny story you tell your fucking kids together. They wanna throw up whenever you ruin the illusion by asking "Do you think (random ass name) will like this?" Shut up!! Stu will begin to cry he's sensitive.

You will not be walking out of any store having paid for your own shit that week. Stu insists! He's your 18 year old (unfortunately platonic) sugar daddy. Billy never let's Stu spoil him so you have to deal with Stu's love language, which is gifts, all by yourself you poor baby.

You're all gonna get ready at your house and you will experience soft moments such as Billy helping you with your hair with the utmost gentleness and making eye contact in the mirror. Or Stu wanting to put your lipstick on and doing a frankly fantastic job but the unbearable tension as he's touching your lip? My dude....

You try to shy out of some of the "leaving the house" pictures so the happy couple can get some alone but all your squirming just winds up with you trapped in-between them and both of them kissing your cheek at the same time.

Your date elected to not pick you up but meet at the location which made them so fucking angry but at least this way they get more time with you. Your dates on thin fucking ice though since the boys would've done everything to make the night romantic for you ...they are Big Mad.

You get there and you're looking around for your date and for the longest time can't find them and they're not answering your texts. You're getting nervous but the boys are mostly distracting you while sharing concerned looks over your head.

Their fears are confirmed when they catch your date making out with their ex and they can't steer you away from them fast enough so you don't notice. Your date has the decency to apologize and look sorry that they did this but you can't work yourself up to being really mad since you didn't really like them anyway. It's just the energy of this happening to you at prom.

They never knew you could run that fast honestly....

"Y/N? Baby? Are you in here?" The sound of the bathroom door opening immediately followed by the most gentle voice you'd ever heard Stu use in his life.

You have half a mind to be quiet so that they'll go away and forget their loser best friend and actually have a decent prom night together but you know they'd just waste their whole night looking for you if they couldn't find you. "Yeah ... I'm in here." You sigh, holding your head in your heads.

A knock on the door and then you hear Billy, "Please come out, sweetheart."

"I'd rather not."

"Y/N..." Stu trails off not knowing what to say and shooting Billy a panicked look. Before either of them can figure out what to do you speak up again.

"Please go out and enjoy yourselves. You don't have to spend your night coddling me. I'm not the first person to get ditched at prom. I'll survive. It's stupid anyways."

"It's okay to be upset, Y/N," Billy interjects, what he really wants to do is go kill your date and their dumb ex. Is there anything worse than an on-again-off-again couple? He's already imagining the fun he and Stu will have carving the two up but first they have to make their baby feel better.

"That was a total dick move of them!" Stu says, trying not to get worked up but failing. "I'll go kick their ass for you right now."

This at least makes you laugh, "No don't kick their ass. They don't deserve it."

"Like hell they don't." Billy grunts, "They upset you."

"They got back together with someone they actually liked. I can't hate them for that. We barely knew each other. I just didn't want to come alone and I didn't wanna be your puppy dog tag-a-long the whole night."

This gets immediate reactions.

"What the hell are you talking about?" Billy demands.

"Y/N I'm gonna crawl on the disgusting bathroom floor and come join you in there if you don't open the door right now." Stu says.

After a second of pause where you debate how serious he is (deadly) and then take into account his lack of impulse control you unlock the door and allow it to swing open, "Don't do that. We'd have to burn the tux and you look really good in it."

You're instantly swept up into two different sets of arm and have to admit you do feel a little better instantly. They have that effect on you. It's a comfort that they're staring at you with affection and concern and not pity. It makes you feel a little less pathetic. You still duck your head into Stu's chest and are allowed this and a moment of silence before Billy grabs you by the chin and makes you look up at them.

"You're not a fucking tag-a-long and that loser out there was lucky you said yes in the first place."

"Yeah baby! We woulda loved to have you all to ourselves tonight."

You laugh in a way that's heavy with self-deprecation, "You guys are sweet. That's why you deserve to have one night together that's just you. Especially prom night of all things. Don't you guys ever get tired of me always trailing after you? Don't you ever want a break?"

They make eye contact and convey some secret message between them that makes you roll your eyes but then Billy's hand moves from your chin to hold your cheek and you freeze up. Stu leans down into Billy and grins at you from over his boyfriend's shoulder as if you're the most adorable thing he's ever seen.

"You're not our third wheel, babe we're a pyramid!" Stu chirps.

"Wha-?"

"We were gonna ask you to prom." Billy's thumb begins to rub tender circles along your cheek and you open your mouth to say...anything but he keeps talking, "But jackass out there beat us to it."

"Really?" You ask quietly and Billy bumps his forehead gently against yours, smiling at your shocked expression.

"Really."

"We're crazy about you, babe!"

"You sure you're not just trying to make me feel better? I promise I'm not gonna fall apart on you or anything." It doesn't come out like a joke as you'd intended and you'd wince at how hopeful and nervous you'd sounded but Billy's lips cover yours. You'd always wondered how it felt to kiss either of them, always having to force your eyes away from them when they often kissed each other. It's a lot like how you imagined, his lips firm and warm against yours and him with total control over the moment in a way that makes your knees weak.

When he finally pulls away you can't bring your eyes to open even when they both chuckle at you. It's Stu leaning forward to playfully nip at your bottom lip that brings you out of the daze and you lean forward to peck him before he can move away. He hums against your lips and you smile into the kiss, playful and sweet.

"Believe us now?" Stu asks when he pulls away, giving your hair a light tug.

"I might....if you guys dance with me. I think I hear my favorite song."

"Well then-" Billy smirks, pulling away from you but grabbing your hand and Stu's, leading you out the bathroom and back towards the dance, "We gotta go take our girl/boy to dance, Stu."

#billy loomis x reader x stu macher #poly ghostface #billy loomis x reader #stu macher x reader #slasher x reader #theannonomusgamblerpt2 #this was so fun and cute to write i fucking perished

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dapandapod · 4 years

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Also posted (by me) on Ao3! ~~~~~~~~~~***~~~~~~~~~~~ Jaskier sits at the local tavern. It’s their second night there, it’s a decent place. Comfy beds, clean rooms, locals… not unfriendly. Which is nice, for a change. He didn’t even have to sweeten them up with his amazing bard talents to get them a room. And for once, Geralt didn’t mind sleeping indoors instead of outdoors. Even though it’s a mild, dry autumn night. Also nice. But weird. They don’t even have a contract here. Perhaps Geralt worked one previously and was successful? If so, he failed to mention. Jaskier watches him from his place at their table, which for once is not located in the innermost corner against the wall. All his alarm bells are ringing, but Geralt is calm. Content, one might even say if one knew him. Jaskier is pretty damn sure he knows him. Or at least he was sure, until now. Jaskiers eyes narrow, but all Geralt does is talk to the barmaid and puts coins on the counter. He can’t hear them talking, but he can hear her laugh. Wait. Are they flirting? No, can’t be. She might be flirting with him but Geralt wouldn't…. Would he? She is awfully pretty, with big blue eyes, a soft body and a bright smile. Not an ounce of fear from what he can see. Well, he is glad for Geralt, who now is smiling at her. Weird. The witcher grabs the tankards the barmaid poured for them, and with a last smile over his shoulder walks over to Jaskier and hands him one of the tankards. They have a normal and pleasant conversation, Jaskier doing most of the talking as per usual and Geralt contributing with his usual “Hmm”s and grunts. Everything is normal. Suspiciously so. Jaskier keeps an eye on that barmaid as she walks around the tables, pouring drinks and serving customers. Not sure what’s irking him. When she approaches their table a small flare of irritation blossoms in his chest, and he honestly can’t tell why. She smiles brightly at them, a little brighter at Geralt, if Jaskier is any judge. “You’re a bard right?” She fixes her blue gaze at Jaskier. “Would you do us the honor of a performance?” This is not weird. This happens all the time, earning them coins and boons, and so he obliges. Because this is a normal night, even though nothing is normal about it. He grabs his lute, sips his drink to sweeten his moneymaker, and starts his performance. His audience tonight is kind, appreciative and generous. They toss coins at him and send wine and beer to his table. And that is when Jaskiers eyes return to Geralt. His eyes do that, from time to time. It is almost out of his control, but it is his muse and whom many of his best songs are based on so it is reasonable to keep a lookout. What is not reasonable however, is that bright barmaid sitting in Geralt’s lap. With Geralt’s arms around her. Jaskier almost drops his lute. That irritation returns, he feels it like a stab, like a burn, like a fucking dagger. What the hell Geralt?! He never does that? Jaskier knows his witcher, knows his habits concerning this kind of escapades. He is usually more discreet! This was, if he is honest, more something Jaskier himself would do. So he can’t really judge him. But what the fuck? He finishes his performance, trying to keep up a pleasant expression. It gets increasingly harder as the barmaid leans in against Geralt, pressing her breasts against him in the process, and whispers in his ear. Jaskier approaches their table and sits down. They barely notice him, her hand stroking over Geralt’s chest, pulling at the collar at his tunic. Jaskier has never seen Geralt allow that, so he just waits for him to pry her hand off. But he doesn’t. Jaskier nods at one of the patrons who paid for his drink and sips at it. The red colour identifies it as wine, but he can’t taste it. He can only feel that uncomfortable churning feeling in his gut as he waits for the pair on the other side on the table to notice him. When he puts down his drink a little harder than probably necessary (Jaskier is not good at not getting attention) they finally do. “Oh, hi Jaskier.” Geralt hums at him from behind the barmaids softness. His yellow eyes twinkle in the dim lighting, which is hella weird. Is he under some spell? Because that looked like mischief, and that is a look he never saw on Geralt’s face before. “Oh, that’s a big bite Geralt.” Says the barmaid in Geralt’s lap. Her fingers are now inside his collar, probing a scar at the side of his neck. “That must have hurt.” Now, Jaskier is well versed in Geralts scars, and how to get him to talk about those he was not there to witness. It is not easy to coax it out of him. She will get a grunt, or a “Hmm.” if he’s generous. A “Fuck off, bard.” if he woke up on the wrong side of the bedroll. Which is more often than not. He smiles into his drink in anticipation of what’s to come. “Yeah, I passed right out from that one. A striga took a chunk out of me as she turned back to a human.” What the actual fuck. Jaskier had to DRAG that from his evil, traitorous, selfish lips that would not share a thing if not threatened with getting his hair cut off! The betrayal. Jaskier and Geralt are FRIENDS. He slaps his hands on the table in indignation. How could he do this to him? Jaskier prided himself as one of the few privileged with this information, relayed to him in trust and …. well, threats with scissors, but those stories are HIS. Not some… some barwench flimsily touching his, HIS witcher. And that puts a halt on all thoughts for a while. Geralt is not his. Not like that. Even though the thought MIGHT have crossed his mind a few times (a day), there is nothing like that between them. He studies the wooden veins in the table, tracking them absently with his finger, lost in thought. He barely registers their continued conversation. When he snaps out of it, Geralt’s eyes are on him. “You okey Jaskier?” “Hmm.” Jaskier finds himself grumbling before he can stop himself, but nods yes. “Uh, yes, yes, I’m fine. Just… tired. Might go up to our room soon.” he grumbles. This is jealousy he realizes. And that’s not good. Because that means HE wants to be the one in that muscular lap. Damnit. The antidote for this normally would be to find some handsome bloke or… a pretty barmaid. And with a barmaid on display like that he is very much not up for it. “Im… Yeah, I’m just gonna go to our room.” Dropping our room makes him feel just a little better. With a tiny (tiny) spark of hope he looks at Geralt. “You coming?” But Geralt, damn that evil bloody witcher, just pats the bright barmaids bum (she fucking giggles!) and shakes his head. “I’ll stay here for a while longer.” Jaskier tries so hard not to show his jealousy, trying not to glare at the offending, boobwearing monster that put his claws in Geralt, nods, and walks off to the stairs. Definitely not pouting. ~~*~~ When Jaskier is well out of sight, the barmaid Bella, as her name is, sighs and shakes her head. “That poor boy.” She says, looking back at the stairs. “Well, as nice as it was seeing you again Geralt, but I really must get back to work.” Geralt releases Bella from his arms and she gets up, patting down her dress to straighten nonexistent wrinkles. She snorts suddenly. “His face when you told me about your scar!” she smirked. “He will be pouting for days.” “Counting on it.” Geralt smirked back. “But maybe that will teach him not to bring his conquest of the night to the table.” Bella studie him as she reaches for the empty tankards. “Or, you know, you could just tell him you want to fuck him over the table. Because clearly I was only here to make him jealous.” Geralt is a very, very controlled man. He does not blush. He does not splutter. He does not appreciate it when someone (other than Jaskier) can read him. Geralt splutters. And blushes furiously.

#the witcher #the witcher netflix #geraskier #geralt x jaskier #geraskier fic #Geralt being rude and making Jaskier jealous #Bella doesnt mind #gerlion #my fic #ao3 #ao3fic #poor jaskier #flirting #but dude you're flirting with the wrong person!#my writing #dapanda writes

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