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soulmate-game · 3 years

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Not related to the other two Bio!mom Harley AUs that I did. Just... similar. I wrote this instead of sleeping, as per the usual.

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“I need your help.”

No accent, no threats of violence, no beating around the bush (figurative or otherwise). No fighting or unconscious bodies.

Just Harley Quinn with her hair down, no makeup, and completely serious, in the center of the Bat Cave. Even though her usual exaggerated Brooklynn accent (circa 1950s) had become a pretty inseparable part of her personality over the years, every now and then she forcibly stuffed it down and used her mostly unaccented voice. The one reminiscent of days with less colors on her face, a high bun, and a pristine white lab coat.

Every single one of the Bats and Birds present, fresh from an interrupted patrol thanks to her, could count the number of times they had seen Harley like this on one hand. Bruce would have the most recollections, but everyone else would have plenty of fingers left on said hand. So they all knew, especially when Bruce willingly pulled down his cowl so he could look Harley in the eye, that this was the start of something they were not likely to forget. And maybe their chances of survival were slim too.

“Harley,” Bruce’s voice was still gruff, seeing as he was still mostly Batman at the moment, but his eyes were soft. “Maybe you should tell us what you need help with first. And sit down. You look exhausted.”

Sure enough, there were dark circles under Harley’s eyes. She let Bruce-man lead her over to one of their debriefing tables and sit her down. She let out a huge sigh, her fingers tangling in her loose blond locks.

“I have a confession, and it isn’t gonna leave this cave, capiche?” The slight return of her accent relieved a little of the tension, but not much. Taking this as their cue, the rest of the bats spread out into their usual seats at the table. Bruce stayed near Harley, keeping a hand on her shoulder in silent support. Harley didn’t continue talking until he gave her a solemn nod in agreement. She gulped— an action that immediately returned the tension.

“... fifteen years ago, back when I was still with Joker, I disappeared off the Gotham scene for a few months. I’m sure a few of you remember,” she looked up, and a couple of the older vigilantes nodded. Really, Jason has still been Robin back then. But the memory stuck out in his head now that he was thinking about it.

“Yeah, you were breaking away from him a little bit, which was weird at the time,” Red Hood mused aloud, arms crossed. “I think you helped us out a couple times and did some of your first team ups with Ivy before you vanished. Then a few months go by and you were back in action with Joker, so we mostly ignored it as you just being you.”

Harley nodded. “Ah, my Ivy’s a lifesaver, even back then. She helped cover up the timeline by keeping me in action for longer than I should’a been without putting me at too much risk.”

“Timeline…” Red Robin spoke up, eyes huge even behind his mask. “You don’t mean—“

“Harley,” Bruce breathed, having also caught on. “You were pregnant?”

The air went still. Harley sniffed, eyes watering even as she smiled.

“Oh yeah. Shouldn’t have been possible, ya know? Me ‘n Joker being dumped in that damn acid should have made us both more sterile than an operatin’ room. But I knew I couldn’t raise a kid, so after she was born—“

“You kept her?” Damian interrupted, earning a gentle cuff over the head from Dick. Harley just snorted.

“Yeah. Not gonna lie, I thought about abortion. But the baby didn’t do nothin’ wrong, and I was still in love with Joker back then so I was ecstatic that I was able to make something new with part ‘a him in it. Still, I knew a baby didn’t deserve to be raised in Gotham. Especially not my baby, not with my enemies and history. Not with who her father was. I knew he’d never want her, never let me keep her. So I spent the last five months of my pregnancy lookin’ around for the best possible family to take her in. And I found them in Paris, France. A sweet couple, both of them bakers. Sabine, she’s both adorably sweet and super kickass. Comes from a Chinese family that is crazy about teachin’ their women martial arts. But nothing shady about it, I triple checked. Just bonding through kicking people in the face. Which is perfect, I wanted my baby to know how to defend herself. I knew she’d need those skills eventually. And Tom, that’s Sabine’s wife, he’s a gentle giant. Same size as Bane, but as harmless as a puppy and makes the best croissants ever. Seriously, the best.”

“Harley,” Bruce gently prodded, but there was a tiny grin on his face. Seeing her behaving so… so normally, so proud and reminiscent, was a rare treat. Bruce would be lying if he said he wasn’t proud of how far the woman had come. How she had freed herself and become a better person, mostly on her own.

“Right, right. The point,” Harley took a breath, rubbing her forehead. “I came clean to Tom and Sabine, but apparently they knew who I was the whole time. They just didn’t care— did I mention they are perfect? Anyway, once I explained everything, they agreed immediately to adopting my baby. They’d been wanting kids, but it would’a been too risky for Sabine’s health. That’s how I found them anyway, they were in the market to adopt. We named her Marinette. She took Tom and Sabine’s last names, hyphenated. We decided Quinn would be her middle name. And after that, I came back to Gotham and told myself that she was in good hands and I needed to forget about her. Cuz I was no good for her. I knew that. I went back to my old tricks. And then…” Harley chuckled, but it was self-depreciating.

“Then a few years passed, and I started breaking away from Joker for real. Then we broke up, I blew up Ace Chemicals while you guys were outta town doing Justice League and Young Justice shit. I started dating Ivy. And—“ she smiled softly at the table, clearly seeing something the rest of them couldn’t. “Then Ivy convinced me to go see her. Visit my baby, see how she’s been. And I did. Marinette was seven years old, but damn it to hell she was gorgeous. And say whatever you want about me and Joker— most of it will even be true— but neither of us are stupid. And she inherited all of our intelligence. All of it. She got my blue eyes. But she got his hair, which meant Sabine teased me relentlessly about ‘are you sure she isn’t that Wayne’s kid?’ And don’t make that face Bruce, you’d be lucky to have a kid half as beautiful as my Mari-pie. No offense, Damian. Anyway. Anyway, this is the important part. Or part of it.

“She sat there and listened to everything I had to say. Everything. A little seven year old, who could barely understand English at the time, and she listened without interrupting once. She never threw a fit, she wasn’t angry or confused. I told her about the things I’d done in the past— well, G rated versions— and she didn’t care. She called me Momma Harley right away, said she wanted to meet Aunt Ivy sometime soon, and started telling me everything about her that I’d missed. From that day on, she became my sunshine. The light of my life, and I still call her at least once a week every week. When I disappear for a few days out of the city? I’m visiting her—“

“You’re banned from international travel, Harley,” Dick scolded, but he sounded way too amused for it to work. He knew she had her ways, anyway. Nobody could actually stop Harley damn Quinn from doing whatever she wanted.

“—Ugh, she tells me the same thing every time! Disappointed glare and everything. I don’t know how I gave birth to such a goodie goodie, but somehow I did. Not important though! The important thing is, I’m always the first to hear when something new happens in her life. And we had decided that she wouldn’t visit me in Gotham until she was at least eighteen, but apparently she disobeyed me— which I should have expected honestly— and entered you guys’ WE international scholastic competition.”

“Oh no,” Bruce pinched the bridge of her nose. “Marinette Dupain-Cheng? The contest winner?” He finally pulled out a chair and sat down. “The winner gets an all-expense paid trip to Gotham for them and their whole class.”

“Exactly!” Harley threw up her hands. “Mari told me last week, and I’ve been trying to talk her out of coming ever since. But she’s inherited both of our stubbornness too, and she isn’t budgin’ a bit. ‘Momma Harley, I wanna see you and Auntie Ivy though!’ And ‘Momma, Gotham’s nothing I can’t handle,’ or my favorite, ‘Maybe you’ll finally get to see me dropkick someone three times my size then, and I’ll prove it.’”

“So that’s what you meant by you need our help,” Tim said as he leaned forward over the table. “Joker just broke out of Arkham yesterday. You want us to protect her.”

“I’d prefer if one of you was with her outside of the mask too, as often as possible,” Harley confirmed. “I can’t stop her from coming here anymore, but I also don’t trust Joker for a second. As soon as he sees her, I’m afraid he’ll make the connection.”

“She looks like him?” Damian asked, scrunching up his nose at the ugly mental image of Joker as a teenage girl. Harley shook her head, solemn.

“She looks like a dark-haired mini-me,” she corrected. “She even keeps her hair in pigtails as her way of showing support for me. And I know Marinette can kick ass, Sabine’s trained her well. But Marinette inherited more than I’d like from me,” Harley ran a hand through her hair. “I didn’t notice it until she was thirteen. She got a crush on a classmate, and it was almost like watching videos of me back during the early days of— well, of Harley Quinn. Just without the crime and insanity. She didn’t even realize that she was almost stalking the poor kid until I pointed it out, and luckily I was able to put my doctorate to good use and we nipped that right in the bud ASAP. She never meant it that way, anyway. As soon as I explained things to her, she was horrified and immediately asked me to help her learn how to have a healthy relationship. That was a fun discussion,” Harley grimaced. “But she still gets attached to people really, really easily. Once she grew out of her crush on that boy, she adopted him as her unofficial brother. She already calls Selina “Auntie,” even though I’ve barely mentioned her to Marinette. She gets attached fast, and deeply. And I’m afraid that even after all the warning I’ve done, all the stories I’ve told her—“

“You’re afraid she’ll get attached to Joker just like you did,” Bruce finished for her, closing his eyes. “Because she knows he’s her father.”

“Yes,” Tears were slowly dripping down her face already, her hands curled into fists so tightly that her knuckles were paper white. “You know how he is. If he finds out she’s his biological daughter, he’ll immediately try to take advantage of that. And he’s far too good with his words for people like me and Mari. I’m worried outta my mind. Please. Help keep my baby safe from him.”

“We will,” Jason no longer had his helmet on, or the domino mask that he usually wore underneath it. All of them knew masks were merely formality with Harley nowadays. And he needed to look her directly in the eye so she could see how serious he was. “I can sign up as a bodyguard for the class. It won’t be weird, seeing as they’re tourists and this is Gotham. They also have several rich kids in their group if I remember right.”

Bruce nodded, agreeing with Jason. “That’s a good idea. I can lead the class on their tours of WE personally. That’ll serve the purpose of keeping an eye on her and shutting up the investors that keep begging me to make more public appearances for the sake of the company. Marinette’s name is already released to the news as the winner of the contest, so we can’t keep her out of the spotlight long. Tim, you’ll have to keep an eye on any and all pictures of the class. Try to erase or doctor the images with her in it well enough that connections between her and Harley can’t be easily made. Dick, you and Damian will be in charge of keeping an eye out for any activity from Joker. The slightest hint, and you notify all of us. We’ll decide on a case-by-case basis who is necessary to stick with the class and who goes after the clown.”

“She’s gonna sneak out of her hotel to stay with me and Ivy,” Harley admitted, bringing the (now slightly judgemental) attention back to her. She raised her hands up in surrender. “She didn’t tell me that, and I didn’t approve or suggest it! I just know my baby too well to not realize that that’s her plan. Could ya provide an escort?”

Bruce sighed. “This is gonna be an eventful month.”

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inkykeiji · 4 years

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i can take you there but baby you won’t make it back

character: dabi | todoroki touya

notes: stepcest (kind of—ur parents aren’t married yet) with dabi-as-touya x a very naïve and inexperienced reader, normal!AU (no quirks, dabi also has tattoos over his scarred + fully healed skin), university!reader, implied yakuza!dabi, excessive use of the words niichan and good, praise kink, fingering, face fucking, title credit = save that shit by lil peep lmao uhhhh yeah i hc dabi as a very intelligent and perceptive individual soooo i feel like he’d be a master at reading a person & their emotions and then adapting his manipulation techniques

warnings: 18+, pseudo-incest (stepcest), noncon/dubcon, slight somnophilia, emotional manipulation, toxic relationship, size difference, slight degradation, mentions of drug use

words: 7.1k

part 2.1 | part 2.2

synopsis:

“You want to be good for me, don’t you, sweetheart?”

“Of course,” you respond instantly. Later, when you lay awake in your bed, you’ll feel ashamed by your actions, by how readily captivated you were with him, by how easily he was able to manipulate you with those sapphire eyes and that rough voice—

But in that moment, you’ll do anything to pull that little smile from him, anything to hear him tell you you’re good. You just want to be good.

Something dark and primal flashes in those gorgeous eyes as they gaze down at you, a small grin spreading across his face. “Of course,” he repeats softly.

✰ ✰ ✰ ✰ ✰ ✰ ✰

Your dad’s been dating Rei for a while—nearly a year, now—when things begin to get serious, and he proposes to her.

She accepts, so it’s not exactly a surprise when she suggests you guys move in with her—she’s got more than enough space, she tells you, it’s just her and her son in that big old house—and your dad seems pretty thrilled about it. This was the next step before marriage, after all.

You like Rei well enough, she’s always been nothing but sweet to you, and anyway, your father’s relationship really isn’t any of your business or concern.

It isn’t that you don’t want to move in with her—her house is in a better part of the neighborhood, a standard detached upper-middle class home, and just a short walk from a bus stop that’ll take you directly to university, which you start in a week.

It’s just…You’re a little apprehensive.

You know she has kids. She mentions them in passing every once in a while, but you can’t for the life of you remember their names, or their ages, or how many of them there are. You know they don’t all live with her, that her relationship with her ex-husband is complicated and rocky at best.

But you’re still surprised to hear that only one of them, her eldest, lives with her. She tells you he’s five years older than you are, that he’s a clever, smart boy, going off on a tangent about how disappointed she is that he didn’t go to university, because ‘he would’ve done so well—he could’ve shone so brightly.’ Something about the way she says that, the way her voice sounds almost sad, makes anxiety turn to lead in your stomach. She talks about him as if he’s already a lost cause, but he’s only in his mid-twenties, isn’t he?

You understand the moment you see him. The man standing in front of you as you shift from foot to foot unsurely in the foyer of this unfamiliar house is about as far from what you anticipated as he could possibly be.

He’s tall, skin pale as moonlight, with jet black hair and the most stunning blue eyes you’ve ever seen. But that isn’t what captivates you. It isn’t the lip ring curled around his bottom lip snuggly, and it isn’t the tongue piercing you’re about to find out he’s hiding in his mouth, either.

Every inch of the exposed skin of his arms is covered in intricate, seamlessly flowing tattoos—or, for a moment, you thought it was tattoos, plural. Upon closer inspection, you realize that each arm is actually covered in one giant tattoo, giving a new definition to the term ‘sleeve’. It’s all black ink, not a splash of colour anywhere, depicting an extremely detailed and anatomically correct mechanical arm, complete with what would’ve been joints, ligaments and bones in the form of wires and steel.

The tattoos extend onto the tops of his hands, made to look as if surgical staples are peeling his skin back to reveal the robot beneath. This same tattoo continues up his neck, along his jaw and onto his cheeks, all the way to his bottom lip, spreading across his entire face and disappearing into his hairline and onto his ears. Finally, there’s a small portion of the tattoo underneath his eyes, the surgical staples lining the edges of the face tattoos, too.

It startles you—you’re not necessarily scared, you just…weren’t expecting that. But there’s no denying the rush of breath that involuntarily escapes your lips as your eyes search his face, raking over his body in a brazen way that should make you feel shameful, travelling back up to find him smirking smugly at you, raising an eyebrow as your eyes meet again.

The look in his eyes tells you he knows, knows what you’re thinking about, knows how undeniably attracted you are to him, and scalding heat floods your cheeks.

He chuckles a little, which does nothing but add insult to injury, and sharp anger slices through your chest at the way that you stomach absolutely drops at his gravelly voice. You can’t believe yourself, can’t believe your body is reacting and responding so readily to this man—this stranger.

He introduces himself as Touya, in that rough, deep voice that forces a jolt of electricity to run through your veins. You idly wonder what your name would sound like on his tongue, how it might sound if his voice dropped to a growl, find yourself stuck thinking about this for the rest of the night.

✰ ✰ ✰

To your disappointment, and as much as you are unabashedly interested in him, you don’t interact much with Touya for your first few weeks in the house—in fact, you barely see him at all.

This only piques your curiosity about him more, finding that you’re unable to tear your eyes from him on the rare occasion that you are in a room together. He catches you staring every single time, and he has the audacity to chuckle to himself and shake his head when his gaze meets yours, your eyes quickly darting away and cheeks burning at his laugh.

You begin gathering little tidbits of information about him, purely sourced from interactions you witness in the house, desperately praying for something that’ll give you an opportunity to start a conversation with him.

Your efforts prove fruitless when, almost a month and a half since you moved in, you’ve still only spoken a handful of words to him. You do learn a bit about him through observing, though.

You discover that he’s a smoker, which really doesn’t come as a shock at all. Marlboro’s are his favourite, and he’s always got a pack in his back pocket or rolled up in the short sleeve of his t-shirt. He must have them imported—Marlboro’s are incredibly rare to find all the way in Japan.

Touya must have a lot of things imported.

You find out that every other Thursday, Touya discreetly stuffs an absurdly large wad of cash—all composed of ten-thousand-yen bills—into his mom’s hands, forcing her fingers to curl around it. She fights him on it, every time, but he’s firm and adamant that she take it. It always ends with Rei giving him a small, watery smile, Touya pressing a kiss against the side of her head and murmuring that he loves her.

After you witness this interaction for the first time, you begin to notice that, while the house looks relatively normal on the outside, it is stuffed full of luxury on the inside. Flat-screen TVs each complete with full entertainment systems, state of the art appliances that are somehow up to date with all of the latest trends (including a smart fridge—absolutely ridiculous), custom made furniture, ornate rugs, a housekeeper that drops by every Sunday…

You have no idea what he does for work, but you think you’ve got at least some sort of idea when you catch him one night, just past 2AM, exiting his room and using a thumb to brush excess white powder off his nose. His eyes catch yours, pupils blown and shining in the low light, and he smiles darkly at you, winking once as he walks away.

You don’t ask—no one ever does.

You don’t ask about the crimson splattered on the toe of his boot, or why he sometimes smells metallic, like copper, the strong scent wafting after him and invading the halls as he stalks leisurely toward the bathroom. You don’t ask why he leaves the house at odd hours in the night, and you definitely don’t ask about the soft clinking and clicking you hear through the thin walls every so often while he cleans his gun at 3AM.

You’re not sure if it’s really any of your business, anyway. So you stay quiet, and continue to wait.

The opportunity finally comes one Wednesday in October, two weeks before Halloween, when you’re in the kitchen after school busy fixing yourself an afternoon snack. Touya comes home uncharacteristically early—you rarely see him before 10PM, so his entrance scares you, and you jump a little.

“Sorry,” he murmurs as he passes by behind you, just an inch too close, just enough so you can feel his body heat radiating off of him.

“It’s fine,” you say quietly, shaking your head a little and trying in vain to stop your hands from trembling as you spread peanut butter across a piece of bread.

You can feel his eyes on you, and it makes you nervous, makes your skin crawl in a way you’ve never felt before. He laughs a little at your struggling, leaning against the counter next to you and crossing his arms over his chest.

“You don’t have to be so nervous around me, y’know,” he says with a smirk, eyes glittering at the way your lips part in surprise, your breath stuttering a little. “I’m your niichan after all, aren’t I?”

You hadn’t even considered using the honorific until he himself uses it.

Your hands freeze, hovering over your plate, and you look over at him slowly. “You…Want me to call you that?”

“You can, if you’d like,” he says smoothly, nonchalantly, like he doesn’t have a care in the world. It makes no difference to him, he tells you, but when he finally looks back at you, you think you can see it in his eyes—a sharp, small glimmer of…of something. Something that makes your stomach twist in a way you can’t decide if you like or not.

But this is it, you think, this is your opening to finally begin talking to him.

So you do. And the smirk he gives you the first time you address him by the honorific, voice quivering slightly as you ask him where Rei normally keeps the blender, is nothing short of predatory.

“It’s on the top shelf. It’s too high for you, though,” he says, voice so sickly sweet it almost sounds mocking. “Let niichan get it for you,”

It isn’t, but you let him get it for you anyway.

And he knows—knows he’s got you the moment you gasp at the honorific leaving his lips, trying to hide it behind your hand, nodding quickly and squeaking out a thank you.

It starts after that. He begins playing with you; a sick, perverse game of cat and mouse, hunter and hunted, and you play your part perfectly.

You’d be lying if you said you didn’t love it, if you said it didn’t send wicked sparks of excitement shooting up your spine and an intense fluttering in your stomach.

And it starts slow. It starts with gentle pet names—honey, sweetheart, princess—and fingertips trailing down your arm as he passes you. It starts with a large hand placed on the small of your back, guiding you—out of the house and into his car, out of the kitchen and into the living room, out of the hallway and into his bedroom—and with little pecks on your lips stolen when no one’s watching, quick kisses that leave you feeling exhilarated despite their chastity.

Suddenly, he’s home a hell of a lot more. He’s sitting too close to you on the couch while you curl up with a textbook, his thigh pressed against you and flesh burning hot through his black jeans. He’s joining the family dinner a few times a week, idly hooking and unhooking his ankle with yours beneath the table while smirking at you from across it.

Suddenly, he’s asking you if you need a ride to school, or if you need someone to pick you up. You don’t, you tell him, the bus is just fine, but he insists. It’s what niichans do, he says. He wants to take care of you, he says.

Who are you to deny him that, really?

✰ ✰ ✰

The first time you experience Touya angry is about a month after the inciting incident, when he catches you walking home with a few of your university friends.

He had texted you earlier that day, telling you that he—very regretfully, he said—would be unable to pick you up from school this afternoon because ‘something had come up’.

You didn’t question what it was—you knew he’d lie even if you did. So you accepted it obediently, reassured him that it was fine, that you’d find another way home.

You’re pretty sure if you had told him that you didn’t have any extra change on you for the bus suddenly whatever important thing that had ‘come up’ which so desperately needed his attention wouldn’t be so urgent anymore. But you didn’t want to be a bother, or inconvenience him, so you say nothing.

Two friends decide they’ll accompany you on your walk home, so you aren’t lonely, they claim. Normally, the walk from campus to your house is about thirty minutes, but that day it takes you nearly an hour, wasting time goofing around and walking slowly as you talk idly.

Touya’s already pissed that it’s taken you so long to arrive home, that you’ve ignored all of his extremely considerate texts asking if you’re alright, but when he sees you squished between two boys, giggling as the three of you stumble up your driveway—he’s fucking fuming.

“Where the fuck have you been?” he asks, voice calm and monotonous, leaning casually against the doorframe.

Your head snaps up—you swear he wasn’t there just a second ago—blood running cold.

His stance is relaxed, arms crossed loosely over his chest, lazily raising an eyebrow as your wide eyes meet his. Technically, the only indication that he’s furious is the blazing blue fire in his eyes, but your friends can read the tension in the air surrounding him, shuffling a little closer to you. This minuscule action does not go unnoticed by Touya, sharp jaw clenching once.

“You had niichan worried,”

You’re frozen a few feet away from the porch, unable to find your voice, to move your legs, to breathe at all.

“I didn’t know you had an older brother,”

Your eyes do not leave Touya’s as you speak, the words hoarse. “Oh, we’re—”

“Yeah,” Touya bites, irritation finally bleeding into his voice. “She does,” his eyes float back to yours. “Come here, princess,”

Your body snaps into action, moving automatically before you can even comprehend it, allowing Touya to tuck you into his side the moment you reach him.

Your hands are shaking, but you have no control over them as your fingers curl in his white t-shirt, clinging to him. To your surprise, the arm around your shoulders hugs you closer in response, thumb caressing you.

“Thanks for making sure she got home safely,” he tosses over his shoulder, managing to make the simple sentence sound like an insult, tone bordering on patronizing, while he turns on his heel, marching you both inside.

“I-I’m so sorry,” you’re rushing to say the moment the front door shuts behind you two, Touya’s arm still wrapped firmly around you.

He looks down at you coldly. “Don’t you dare pull shit like that again,” he tells you, eerily calm voice forcing spikes of icy dread up your spine. He pauses for a moment, letting his words sink in as his eyes bore into yours. “You had me worried sick,” he breathes out then, squeezing you again. You’re surprised in the sudden change of tone, feeling your chest swell at the thought of him fretting over you, a small smile gracing your lips.

“I…I did?”

Touya’s eyebrows furrow, as if he’s offended at your questioning, mood morphing in the span of a second. “Of course you fucking did,” he spits like you’re stupid, arm dropping. “Do you ever check your phone?”

“Wh-What?”

Touya rolls his eyes. “Check your phone,” he calls out airily as he begins walking into the kitchen, shaking his head a little, disappointment rolling off him in waves.

Hastily fishing your phone out of your bag, you’re astonished to see eight texts from him and three missed calls. You scroll through the texts quickly, each one making you feel more nauseous than the next. ‘Is everything okay? You should’ve been home by now’; ‘Please answer me, princess, you’re making your niichan nervous’; ‘Where are you? Answer my fucking calls already’. Guilt turns sour in your mouth and you hurry after him.

“I-I really am s-so sorry,” you force the words out, unsure as to why there are suddenly tears stinging your eyes. He isn’t even doing anything—his back is facing you as he nonchalantly begins brewing a pot of coffee.

But the thought of him being upset with you, of losing his approval, sends a sharp pain searing through your chest.

“Are you?” he asks, and although his voice holds no malice in it, it causes your whole body to stutter with a harsh breath.

“Yes,” you whimper out, latching onto his arm and tugging in an attempt to draw his eyes to yours, to see how regretful you are, the remorse written across your face. “I should’ve…That was so careless and inconsiderate of me,”

“It was,” he agrees simply, voice still light, as if he’s discussing something as mundane as the weather. “But you’ll never do it again, right?”

“Right,” you agree readily, breathing out the word before you even realize what you’re agreeing to.

“Tell niichan you’ll never worry him like that again,” he finally looks over at you.

“I-I’ll never worry you like that again, niichan, I pr-promise,”

His eyes hold yours for what feels like eons, before he finally twists his arm out of your grasp, instead wrapping it around you and tugging you against his body. You stay staring up at him, eyes wide and obedient, breath bated as you wait for your next order, so pliant and ready to serve him.

“Good,” he whispers, eyes finally softening, and you feel like you can breathe properly again. His free hand cups your face, thumb running along your lips, then your chin, then your jaw. “You want to be good for me, don’t you, sweetheart?”

“Of course,” you respond instantly. Later, you’ll lay awake in your bed, feeling ashamed by your actions, by how readily captivated you were with him, by how easily he was able to manipulate you with those sapphire eyes and that rough voice—

But in that moment, you’ll do anything to pull that little smile from him, anything to hear him tell you you’re good. You just want to be good.

Something dark and primal flashes in those gorgeous eyes as they gaze down at you, a small grin spreading across his face. “Of course,” he repeats softly.

✰ ✰ ✰

He begins to trust you more. You meet his friends, each one terrifying in their own right. Jin is alright, although his brain is fried from drugs, and he talks to and contradicts himself a lot, earning the nickname Twice from Tomura.

Tomura horrifies you to your very core—a tall, lanky man with sunken red eyes and sickly pale skin who looks like he’s one bad day away from death—and Touya tells you very sternly to stay away from him.

A university student not unlike yourself, Keigo is your favourite. Keigo is the most normal, with his wild blonde hair and enticing gold eyes that always look like they’re playfully holding the secrets of the universe just out of your grasp.

Keigo’s brain is always going a hundred miles a minute, although you’d never guess it with his trademark lazy drawl, speaking as if he hasn’t got a care in the world. But he can always keep a conversation going, knows exactly what to say to avoid awkward silences or lulls in the discussion, and you appreciate that. You think he’s so cool—he has so much knowledge about the oddest things, everything and anything, ‘a walking encyclopedia’, Tomura calls it, and it fascinates you to no end.

It’s the speed, Touya tells you one night while you’re laying on the couch, your body on top of his, the pads of his fingers dragging down your back in rhythmic strokes. Speed is Keigo’s drug of choice, you find out. Speed is the reason why Keigo knows as much as he does.

“Sometimes he doesn’t sleep for days,” Touya says. “That’s how he has all the time to memorize everything he knows—though that big overactive brain of his plays a part in it, too,”

The thought inexplicably makes your heart sink in your chest, and you don’t say anything else. If Touya notices your shift in mood, he doesn’t mention it. You idly wonder what Touya’s drug of choice is, but you’re too scared of the answer to ask.

✰ ✰ ✰

It’s only a few nights later when you wake with a violent jolt, breathing laboured as you absentmindedly press your palm to your chest, trying in vain to calm your racing heart.

A nightmare.

You sit in silence for a moment, listening to the sound of your own harsh breaths echoing off the walls and debating what to do next. A minute later, you swing your legs over the side of the bed, wincing when your bare feet touch the cold hardwood, and pad down the hallway.

You try to trick yourself into believing that you aren’t using this purely as an excuse to spend the night with him. It really was so scary, you reason with yourself, it really has made you all shaken up…

Who are you kidding? You didn’t even attempt to go back to sleep.

You’ve been in his room plenty of times now—sitting daintily on his bed as he introduces you to new music, new movies, new books. Stuff that reminds him of you, he says, stuff that he thought you might be interested in. You’re grateful for it; there are so many things you’ve learned in the short time you’ve known him.

That isn’t all, though. There’s no denying the warmth that spreads through your body, that tiny excited flutter in your chest, when he calls your name and interlaces your fingers, leading you toward his room and telling you he’s got something to show you.

Yes, you’ve been in his room plenty of times now. But this is the first time you spend the night in his bed.

He’s still up, soft golden light leaking from under his closed bedroom door. Your hand quivers a little as you lift it to rap your knuckles against the wood. He appears in the doorway a moment later, leaning against the frame in a black t-shirt that looks like it’s a size or two too small for him, riding up to reveal a teasing sliver of milky skin, tips of his hipbones jutting out from the waistband of his plaid pajama pants.

“Princess? What is it?”

You didn’t realize you were staring, and you jump a little at his gravelly voice.

“Oh. I, um—Well, I just…had a nightmare a-and I can’t sleep,”

You can barely look him in the eyes as you say it, your cheeks burning. You both know it’s a lie.

But he plays along.

“Aw, baby,” he coos, drawing you into his arms, into his room, into his bed.

“You’re trembling,” he murmurs as he turns on his side to face you, propping his head up with a hand. “Poor thing. Was it a bad one?”

Your mouth feels like its been stuffed with cotton, rendering you incapable of speech, tongue dry and sluggish. You nod in response, heat seeping into your cheeks again at just how loudly your heart is thumping while you roll onto your side. There’s only a few inches of space between your bodies now, his hot breath fanning across your face as he speaks again.

“Do you want niichan to help you forget about it?”

The question hangs heavy in the air, and you suck your bottom lip into your mouth, eyes searching his. Your thighs squeeze together at the way his voice has dropped an octave, low and husky, familiar heat pooling in the depths of your belly. He waits patiently, lifting a hand to caress your cheek, then runs his fingertips down your bare arm, goosebumps following.

Finally, you nod. You think you see the corners of his lips quirk up into the slightest hint of a smirk, but you blink, and it’s gone.

“Here,” he whispers, hooking an arm around your waist and pulling you against him. Hand cupping your jaw, he tilts your face up and slots his mouth against yours.

You’ve kissed before, of course—in his bed, in yours, on the living room couch, on the kitchen counter with his hips shoved between your thighs—but this…this feels different.

These are kisses with intent, with purpose, with a goal in mind. These are kisses that keep you distracted—slow, soft, messy with saliva—as his hand slips down your body and between your thighs.

Your gasp breaks the kiss, wide eyes blinking up at him then fluttering shut as he brushes a knuckle against your clit. He hushes you, nimble fingers spreading your folds before he drags them up your slit, huffing out a laugh at how wet you already are.

“Were you thinking about something naughty before?” he gasps mockingly, sliding the pads of his fingers back down as he speaks.

His hand withdraws from your shorts and he orders you to lift your hips, tugging the waistband down your thighs. You squirm a little, forcing them further down your legs until you free yourself of them completely, eyes gazing up at him again, awaiting your next command.

Legs part dutifully as his hand travels back down to the apex of your thighs, pushing a finger into your soaking pussy.

It’s slow at first, thrusting leisurely with his middle finger a few times and loosening you up a little before adding his ring finger. Sapphire eyes watch his motions, captivated by how your eager little cunt sucks his fingers in selfishly.

“Look at that, huh?” he breathes, looking down at you. “Such a pretty little pussy you’ve got,”

You open your bleary eyes to peer at yourself, mesmerized by the way his fingers are pumping in and out of you, glistening in the dim light of his bedroom. He curls his fingers and you inhale sharply, hips twitching toward his palm.

“Oh?” he chuckles darkly, knuckles nudging the spot again. “Did niichan find something, baby?”

You don’t know, you’re not sure, you try to tell him, but all you can seem to manage is pathetic little whines while you nod your head.

“Have you ever touched yourself?” he’s asking as the pads of his fingers tap against that spot, your entire body jolting.

“Y-Yes,” you whimper out, a little breathlessly. “But it’s never felt like this,”

“Aw, baby,” he coos, and it’s so condescending. “Then you weren’t doing it right, sweetheart,”

He quickens his pace, chuckles at the way you try to desperately fuck yourself on his fingers at such an awkward angle.

“Poor little thing, can’t even get herself off properly,” he tsks. “You need your niichan to do it for you, don’t you?”

Soft whines spill from your throat as you nod eagerly, your stomach coiling tightly.

“One day,” he breathes, curling his fingers with a vengeance this time, your hips rolling up off the mattress. “When we have the time, I’ll teach you how to make yourself feel so good,”

He’s talking too much. You want to tell him this, tell him to shut the hell up, but every time you try to speak he presses the heel of his palm to your clit and grinds against it, effectively scattering all of your thoughts, soft mewls of niichan the only sound escaping your lips.

Can’t deny his voice is fucking hot though, a form of foreplay all on its own.

And he knows this, can read you like a goddamn book, especially when he’s got his fingers two knuckles deep inside of you. He can feel it, he tells you. You don’t even need to speak; he can feel your thoughts when his voice drops an octave and your cute little hole flutters, when he chuckles and your pussy clenches around his fingers—a slut for his voice, aren’t you?

“Pretty baby, you can’t do anything but nod dumbly, can you? Been fucked stupid by my fingers alone, huh?”

Your head barely moves, lost all control of your body by this point, only able to whimper in response.

“Gonna come all over my fingers, pretty girl?” the knuckle of his thumb begins grazing your clit in quick strokes. “C’mon, make a mess for niichan,”

And it’s pathetic, how quickly your body obeys. Your pussy squeezes once, twice, three times and you’re gushing all over his fingers, juices collecting in his palm, running down his wrist. You’re embarrassed—you’ve never cum that much before, have you?

Breathing still ragged, you nuzzle into his sheets, partially hiding your face from him. Nothing could hide the involuntary grin that forms on your lips, though. Arms snake under your boneless body, tugging a bit.

“Oh no, baby, we aren’t done yet,” Touya’s saying while he hoists you up, letting you lean heavily against him.

Head tilting in confusion, your glazed eyes find his. “Wh-What?”

He looks down at his lap and your gaze follows, a tiny whimper slipping past your lips at the bulge straining against his pants. “Doesn’t niichan deserve a nice reward for helping you forget that scary dream?”

Eyes darting back to his, you nod slowly, whispering out, “Yes. But—But…” But you’re hesitant; you’ve never done anything like this before. Shaking hands reach for the waistband of his pants, beginning to pull them down but freezing when the head of his cock peeks out.

Touya sighs. “Come on, you wanna be a good girl for niichan, don’t you?”

Of course. Of courses you do.

Then he wants you to touch him, he says. He’ll help you; he promises.

“But you gotta get it wet first,”

You ask how, and he laughs at you. “With your tongue, stupid,” he tells you.

He instructs you to kneel on the floor and you comply immediately, trembling legs folding beneath your body as you situate yourself between his knees. He inches forward on the bed a little, shuffling himself to the edge and caging you between his thighs. Bringing his cock close to your mouth, he taps the head against your closed lips.

They part instantly, obediently, his eyes flashing with something sinister as you take the head into your mouth and suck hesitantly, big eyes staring up at him waiting for approval.

He curses, his hips twitching ever so slightly, skin stretched taut over bony knuckles as a hand forms a fist in the sheets. Starting with kitten licks at first, the tip of your tongue barely touches him, tracing veins, then begins to gain more confidence as he groans a little, telling you what to you, that you’re doing good, so good for him.

Watching him through thick lashes, you have the audacity to look bashful as your tongue laves around the shaft, drenching it in saliva. A hand tangles in your hair and yanks, pulling you off his cock when he decides it’s sufficiently wet enough. Long fingers encircle your wrist, bringing your hand to form a fist around him.

“Like this,” he says, jerking your hand up and down.

You’re terrible at it, movements awkward and uncoordinated, but in that moment he doesn’t really care. He’s irritated a little, wondering out loud how anyone can be bad at handjobs while a large hand wraps around yours and forces you to speed up. Bad? Your heart sinks at the small three letter word, a hard lump forming in your throat, looking as though you may start crying.

But he cums quickly after that, ropes of searing hot white painting your cheeks and face. You watch him the entire time, panting a little, lips parted slightly and your tongue darts out to lick them, tasting him.

He laughs at your bitter reaction, and it’s such a patronizing sound.

“Don’t worry,” he says, collecting the cum off your face and forcing his fingers into your mouth. “Someday I’ll stuff your throat full of it.”

✰ ✰ ✰

You can no longer mention needing—no, wanting—anything around him anymore, because within the next few days it’s sitting pretty and perfect on your bed, propped up against your lace trimmed pillows.

He’s so good to you; you should be grateful you have such a generous niichan, one who eats you out and spoils you with gifts. You’re so spoiled.

And he tells you this, in the dead of night when you wake to find him shoving his cock into you, snarling a little at your soft whines of protest.

“Don’t be a brat,” he warns. Just be a good girl and take his cock. He does so much for you, can’t you be good for him?

Yes, yes, you want to be good for him, you want to be the best for him.

By this point you’ve lost count of how many times you’ve woken up in the middle of the night with his head between your thighs, prepping you to take him.

“Stay sleeping, baby,” he’ll tell you, words whispered into your hair as his cockhead nudges against your hole.

As if you could ever stay sleeping when only a few minutes later he’s pounding you into oblivion, large hand clasped over your mouth so tightly his blunt nails are digging into your cheek, so hard that it’s yanking your head back, neck beginning to ache.

He tells you to be quiet, “You don’t want anyone to hear, do you? Then we’d have to stop, and you don’t want that, right, sweetheart?”

You don’t, you whimper. Of course you don’t—you want whatever he wants, you want to be his perfect little baby, you want to be told how good you take his cock, the praise mumbled against your skin in a low, strained voice right before he fills you with cum.

✰ ✰ ✰

He disappears for a few days near the end of December. You have no idea where, Touya answering your curious texts with playful quips at first before he grows tired of it and tells you to stop fucking asking.

But eventually, he returns.

The front door slams shut and your body flinches with a jolt of excitement. Adrenaline spikes your blood when you hear his heavy boots colliding with the hardwood, getting louder, louder, louder…

He passes right by you, not glancing at you at all. Moments later, the sound of water hitting the tiled shower wall echoes down the hallway.

And you wait. Patiently, you wait, like the good little girl you are, not daring to move a muscle. Eventually he re-emerges, hair still damp, a few strands sticking to his neck.

With a groan, he collapses on the couch next to you, flopping his head into your lap and gazing up at you with glazed, blown sapphire eyes.

“You’re high,” you say softly, not accusatory, just an observation. He giggles a little.

“So what if I am?”

“What did you take?”

“Oh,” he gasps mockingly. “Oh no, baby, I can’t tell you that,”

Why? The question is burning on the tip of your tongue, and you can tell that he’s anticipating that to be your next response, but you bite down on your bottom lip, holding it in. You know his answer already, can practically hear his patronizing voice—Because good baby sisters aren’t supposed to know about stuff like this.

“Can I try some?” you ask instead.

All of the mirth fades from his eyes in an instant, and he moves in a flash despite his inebriated state, so quick you can barely tell what’s happening. His large hand wraps around your bicep in a bruising grasp, pulling you towards him as he sits up, his face an inch away from yours.

“Absolutely fucking not,” he spits, cobalt eyes blazing and voice rumbling against your chest. “And if I so much as catch wind that you’re using, have a mere feeling that you’ve tried it—even just once—I’ll slaughter you and the fucker you got it from. Do you understand me?”

Surprised tears spring into your eyes and you nod jerkily, body beginning to tremble as your breath gets caught in your throat. You want to tell him that you didn’t mean it, honest, you promise!; that you were just kidding around, you swear!, but you can’t, voice mangling itself with the hitched little breaths on the back of your tongue.

He growls at your silence, his grip around your arm tightening and you cry out, terrified that he might actually crush the bone with his bare hand.

“Say, yes Touya, I understand,”

“Y-Yes Touya, I understand,” you manage to stutter out, voice returning only at the command of a direct order, tears spilling over and rolling down your cheeks in pairs. His eyes search your face for a moment, his features contorted in fury, before he sneers at you, squeezing your arm once then roughly letting go, shoving you away from him.

You fall backward against the arm of the couch, heart thumping so vigorously you’re sure he can hear it. He groans, throwing his head back and closing his eyes, exasperated.

“Fuck,” he sighs, eyes opening to glare at the ceiling. “You’ve ruined my high,”

You stare at him, breath coming out in uneven huffs, clinging to the couch.

“I-I’m sorry,” you whisper, terrified to move lest you upset him more.

He’s silent for a moment, still staring up, until he lolls his head to the side, glancing at you through the corner of his eye. A small smirk spreads across his face.

“C’mere,” he says, nodding his head a little in indication.

“Wh-What?”

“C’mere,” he repeats. “Come make it up to me,”

Your body’s moving before you’ve given it permission to, crawling into his lap obediently, thighs on either side of his hips. His smirk widens, and you love it—you love how much control he has over you without even trying, you love the way a quiet whimper slips through your lips as his large hands begin kneading your flesh, running up your legs and grabbing your ass.

Lips trail up the column of your neck, and you tilt your head back, a silent plea for more. You can feel the way his lips curl into a grin against your skin, nipping at it a second later.

“So, how you gonna make it up to me? Huh?” he shifts his hips under you, pressing his hard cock into your clothed core. You whine a little, grinding against him.

“I’ve got a few ideas,” you breathe out while sharp teeth mar your collarbone.

“The hell you waiting for? Show me,”

You begin sliding down his body and he pushes on your shoulders, forcing you to your knees between his spread thighs. He watches you through half-lidded eyes, gaping pupils outlined by a thin ring of blue.

Holding his gaze, you lean forward with your pretty little tongue hanging out and begin licking along the straining bulge, tracing it slowly, the denim rough against your sensitive muscle. You relent though, lapping at his clothed cock in slow, long strokes, and his jeans are just thin enough for you to feel him pulse in response.

A giggle bubbles up past your lips, muffled by the denim, already beginning to feel heady as you pull simple reactions from him. Your mouth forms a cute little ‘o’ and you suck on him the best you can through his jeans, drooling all over his lap and soaking through the material.

The hand in your hair tightens into a fist, yanking hard and pulling your mouth away. “Stop fucking teasing,” he warns, a hint of something ominous in his voice.

You obey, because you always obey, tiny fingers working to quickly unbuckle his belt, pop the button, yank down the zipper. He aids you, lifting his hips and allowing you to tug his jeans down his thighs enough for his cock to spring out.

His own hand wraps around the shaft, you pausing mid-action as you reach for it.

“Open,” he demands, your dutiful lips parting immediately, letting him push his cock into the warm, wet cavern.

He sets a brutal, punishing pace from the start, refusing to give you a single moment to adjust. His other hand fists in your hair, forcing you to stay still as he rams his cock down your throat.

Reflexive tears burn your eyes, blurring your vision. You blink quickly to clear them, desperate to watch him, to catalogue all of his micro-expressions and the sound of his voice as he grunts out your name, to burn it into your mind, etch it into your very soul.

Touya’s head falls back against the couch, Adams apple bobbling with his rough whimpers, long neck and sharp collarbone on full display. If your mouth wasn’t otherwise occupied, you’d love to lick up his smooth skin, to trace the dips of his collarbone with your tongue and sign your name in brilliant splotches of blue and purple.

You’re gagging around his cock now, starting to feel lightheaded and struggling to inhale enough oxygen. The ache in your jaw is beginning to spread, but you ignore it, stretching your mouth open wider, to take more, to be good for him, to make him proud. It’s worth it for the hoarse, throaty moans you’re pulling from him, to hear your name shuddered out, followed by a breathy, “Fuck,”

He forces hot cum down your throat a moment later, and you choke on it, sputtering around his cock, throat spasming as it tries to force the foreign object out. He won’t let it, though. He holds your head in place, nose pressed against his pubic bone, and you can do nothing but take it, like a good little girl, like he tells you to.

But it’s all worth it. It’s all worth it, to hear his broken whines like that, to have him look down at you and pull your hair and tell you you’re good, so good for him.

And you’re sobbing by the end of it, gasping for air the moment he lets go of you, wheezing violently as your head collapses against his thigh.

“Did I—” you cough, voice raspy from having your throat fucked raw, “—Did I make it up to you, niichan?” you gaze up at him, eyelashes spiky with residual water. You’re the perfect picture of obedience, strands of hair stuck to your face where your salty tears have dried and swollen lips gleaming with saliva as you watch him with glittering eyes, waiting desperately for his praise.

He looks down at you, eyes devious and diabolical, chest heaving a little. “Of course you did,” he tells you, corners of his lips tugging up into a sharp smirk as you melt into him. “You always do, don’t you?”

#todoroki touya x reader #todoroki touya #dabi x reader #dabi smut #touya x reader #dabi may be a scumbag but he loves his momma #tomura baby i’m so sorry #promise u don’t horrify me at all oof #pls come horrify me more #christ if dabi isn’t touya we’re all gonna look like goddamn fools #a buncha clowns #anyway this is my first time posting something like this #n i haven’t written smut in an extremely long time #so pls be nice #actually u should always be nice #so pls be extra nice #no one beta’d this so there’s a good chance i’ll come back to it n revise it or whatever idk i’m just sick of looking at it rn #the ‘he talks too much’ is inspired by ch 271 w hawks where he’s all ‘he’ll keep talking’#dabi shut the fuck up challenge #prone to monologuing this boy is #also sorry abt the crazy sentences with a thousand commas #apparently now i’m oscar wilde w these run on sentences #idk i still kinda like em tho #i like oscar #tw pseudo-incest #tw noncon #tw dubcon #tw emotional manipulation #tw somnophilia #tw drugs

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𝐋𝐄 𝐁𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐄 𝐄𝐓 𝐋𝐄 𝐁𝐄𝐓𝐄; 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐊 𝐉𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐒𝐄𝐎𝐍𝐆 - part one

𝐀𝐍 𝐄𝐍𝐇𝐘𝐏𝐄𝐍 𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐓

𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐄𝐒: royal au! forced marriage au! strangers to lovers au! angst! fluff! slight suggestive!

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: park jongseong x fem! reader feat. park sunghoon.

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: tons of angst, slight suggestive, forced marriage, mentions of blood, and accidents.

As much as you wanted to find true love, it seemed like your family, neither your kingdom accepted that at all. They wanted you to marry a Prince that you hadn't even met yet. It was pretty much uncomfortable for you, the Princess of the Swan Island.

You walked down the hall carefully, trying to be quiet so nobody could hear your light tiny steps.

“My Princess, please don't do it. Our majesty is going to kill us.” Your maiden, Naeun said with her voice shaking out of fear.

“Don't be stupid, they won't kill you, I won't let them, but for now I need you to be quiet.” You continued to walk through the palace, finally reaching the stairs and going down the stairs with your tip toes.

“My Princess! Please don't do this! I beg you!” Your maiden grabbed you by the arm trying to take you back upstairs, but you kept pulling. Until you tripped.

You let out a yelp, as you got ready feel the pain in your head, but it never reached you. Instead you felt a rigid chest where your face was resting, and bulky arms in which your hands where positioned.

As you looked up to see a handsome man in front of you, a small gasp escaped your lips. He was so handsome, to the point which you couldn't describe. His lips were extremely beautiful and his sharp face proportions draw you more and more to him.

It was like he was sculpted by the same mythical gods.

“I'm so sorry for this misfortune Prince Jay, As you might have seen, my daughter is a bit of a clumsy girl. Pardon us.” The Queen looked at you right in the eyes, just like snake does with its prey.

“Pardon me, Your Highness.” You did a curtsy in front of him, and he did the same in response.

The prince was very serious to say the least, he wouldn't show a single emotion in his face.

“As you might know, This is my daughter, Princess Y/N.” She said walking to your side, pulling you close to her and whispering to your ear.

“How could you embarrassed your kingdom so miserably?! I don't wanna know about you getting in trouble once again.” She then continued smiling and kept walking while Prince Jay walked behind her.

Downstairs was Prince's Jay mom, looking at you caringly as if she had sympathy for you.

“Come here, darling.” She commanded.

You lifted your dress a little to be comfortable while walking down the stairs, you could see her eyes shining. She thought you were beautiful, splendid and gorgeous.

“I've heard so much about you darling, I'm pretty sure you're such a sweet girl, so intelligent.” She caressed your cheek making you feel safe. There was something about her that made your heart warm.

“You are such a good match for my son. I've heard that your mother has been on the search of a Prince. I know that the last Princes weren't right for you, but I assure you... That my son, Jay... Is perfect for you.”

She's right, your mother had been looking for a Prince to be beside you on your throne, but you wouldn't budge, you wanted true love, not love by convinience. Still, arranged marriage was always written on your destiny.

“Y/N! Come quick! I want you to get to know Prince Jay.”

Your steps hurried near your mother's side, she grabbed your delicate hand and guided you to Prince Jay's side.

“Prince Jay.” He looked up, making his sharp jawline look more defined.

“I want you to know that my daughter is very excited to meet you. She's a very generous and clever girl, she's such a beauty. I hope she's the right kind for you.”

Jay cleared his throat and looked at you for a second without any emotion.

“Your Highness, I actually think your daughter is pretty much my kind, and of course more than beautiful, more beautiful than what words can describe. Now, if you excuse me, I would like to get to know my future wife.” Your mother got you close to him, and he took you by the waist walking down to the balcony.

He closed the doors behind the moment your mother was out of sight. And looked at you with the same unexpressive face as before.

You admired the view of the garden from where you where standing. The beautiful peonies, roses and tulips growing and calling your attention at sight was so magically pleasing.

“Look... Princess, this is not what I want, I don't want to marry you or anyone.” His words surprised you and the atmosphere became heavy between you two.

“W-what are trying to say?”

He sighed heavily before speaking.

“I'm only doing this for the sake of my mother, and for the sake of my kingdom, and you shall do the same. My brain is not full of idiocy my princess, I'm pretty sure you were trying to sneak out, trying to escape other future prince as I see.” You gulped knowing that he was telling the absolute truth. A breath that was stuck on your throat was finally able to escape your mouth, because of the nervousness tickling down your skin.

“Is there a problem if I tried to sneak out? Is there a problem if I tried to go on a search for my freedom?” You curled your arms below your chest, raising your eyebrows.

He poked his inside cheek with his tongue, and then passing it on his lips.

“I'm not saying that, my princess, but I'm pretty sure you don't have any reason to marry me, but for now it's a need for us to do so, our kingdom is depending on us to take the right choice.”

Ever since you were born, you were expected to be obedient as your brother Prince Jake, future King, to be kind just like him, to always follow the rules and do as they say, but you were different, you appeared to be more rebellious and curious, more isolated from everyone else.

You are expected to represent your kingdom in the throne you'll be sitting soon, you are the reflection of them when you get married and move to another kingdom. You are one of their most valued treasures of all time.

“What do you want to do? I won't get what I cherish.”

“You will, if we get married we'll both pretend that we are deeply in love for the public, but behind those doors will be actual strangers and will be able to do whatever we want. We can get a divorce after a while if you want, but we have to do this for our people.”

He got close to you, making your heart accelerate because of his intense and deep gaze. He took you hand and pressed a soft kiss on top of it.

“What do you say... darling?”

If you think of it, it does not sound bad at all, pretend that you are in love, but you'll actually get all the freedom you want without him. It's way better than escaping and knowing that you failed your kingdom, your people, your family.

“I accept, your highness.”

“I can't believe my baby sister is finally leaving our side. I'll miss you every day.” Prince Jake sat in front of you, as your maiden kept packing your clothes while you packed your books.

“Will you miss me, baby sis?”

You smiled shortly while you looked at Jake. “I'll obviously do, Jake. After all you are my favourite brother.”

“I thought Niki was your favourite brother.” He chuckled, while raising his left brow.

“No... He's pure evil.”

Jake went into a laughing fit after that. The wedding would be a few months after you moved to their castle, as way for you both to spend more time together.

“Everything's ready your highness, the carriage is waiting for you outside.”

You passed a hand through your dress and soon Jake grabbed you by the hand and walked you down to the castle's opening doors, where your younger brother, Prince Niki and the Queen waited for you.

“I wish you didn't have to leave Y/N. Who am I supposed to prank now?” You mother nodged his side as he giggled.

“Well... You can bother our older brother if you want, after all... It's not fair that I take all the suffering.”

“Hey!” Jake said faking to be offended.

The Queen got close to you and have a warming hug, which made you tear up a little, your mother wasn't a person to give hugs, so she must have felt very emotional. After all, she wasn't expecting you to actually leave, she thought that you would continue to be that stubborn and full of revelry princess.

“Please take care, Dear, your brothers and I love you, a lot.”

“I love you guys a lot too.” She letted you get in the carriage with Naeun by your side, she was going to leave with you, after all she was your personal maiden and best friend.

The ride to the castle was long, but that didn't stopped you to admire the view of the gardens and lakes around you.

The view of The Parks Castle became closer and closer in a short period of time and soon the carriage stopped at the big main doors of the castle. Where the King, Queen and their three sons waited for you.

You got out of the carriage with Naeun behind you, she kept holding your hand as you were feeling a bit nervous.

“It's good to see you, Y/N, I hope the trip wasn't unpleasant.” The Queen neared you as you did a curtsy.

“It was a pleasant ride, my Queen.” She took your hand getting you out of Naeun's hold, as she felt worry for you.

“Jay, son. You should take her to your room, everyone else please take her luggage upstairs.”

Jay waited for you to go by his side, so he could take you upstairs. The maids did a curtsy while you guys passed by, you could only do a small hand gesture with a reassuring smile to let that go from now on, you just wanted them to be comfortable around you.

Jay opened the room doors revealing a huge classy room, with red silk bed sheets and a huge side sofa near the balcony with a beautiful view of the huge maze garden.

“You can sleep in the bed if you want. I'll sleep in the sofa.” He broke the silence while he took a pair a bed sheets from the closet and putted them on the cushions.

“Oh, no! I don't want you to do that. Those are not my intentions-”

“Don't worry, it's fine. Just remember the rules we've established and everything will be okay.” He said while he looked at the maids ask for permission to enter the room and he went quiet.

'We are nobody when we are at the castle. Got it!'

“I'll go outside for a bit, to take fresh air.” You said as he just nodded and checked his coat's pockets.

You close the door and the view of more busy maids hitted you. Your arrival caused them to be in a hurry today.

You walked down the hall quietly, as you thought of the decision you just took. You made your kingdom proud and atthe same time you were finally going to get what you wanted, freedom, no pressure at all, not being forced to love someone you didn't want to.

“I finally get to see you in person, Princess Y/N. You are more beautiful than what I expected.”

You turned around to see a darked hair Prince in front of you. He did a curtsy out of respect.

“I'm Prince Sunghoon, Your Highness.”

“My older brother is so lucky to have a Princess just as gorgeous as you, sad that you guys will never actually fall in love and have to pretend.”

You were shocked at his words. He knew? How could he? Did Jay told his brothers?

“H-how?” You blushed hard, red being the only thing on your cheeks.

He shrugged his shoulders before answering.

“My brother told me and Jungwon, he can't lie to us, that's for sure a fact.”

“I can't believe you are so nice and you brother is just-”

“An idiot?” He lifted his left brow which made you laugh softly.

“He's not always like that, I'm pretty sure he'll like you in the end, or I'll have to go after you.” He winked all flirty, he was sure going after you, or at least he had something in mind with you.

You expected the rest if his family to be a headache, but just by seeing Sunghoon, you relaxed a little.

Maybe this wasn't going to be so bad as you thought.

At least... Not for now.

The morning after, you woke up to Jay being gone and Naeun going into your room with a pout.

“Y/N. This is not fair, I can't go to the kitchen to grab apple pies.” She sat atthe side of you bed making you smile tiredly.

“Don't worry Naeun,” You stretched your back making it cracked a little. “I'll get you all the apple pies you want. I'm willing to do anything for you.”

“Aw! Sweetie, you are adorable.”

After that you putted on a nice dress, today you and Jay would travel a few hours to show you to the kingdom as his future wife.

A few days later, there would a prom held in the name of you both as a couple, future queen and king.

You are ready to start with the trip, letting Naeun help you into the carriage, where Jay was already waiting for you.

His intimidating gaze made your cheeks explode in pure redness making you look away immediately.

“How do you do, Prince?” You ask with the still prominent blush on your cheeks

The feeling of his fingers under your chin made you flinch as he made you look at him.

“You should leave the formalities Y/N, after all we are to marry soon. You shouldn't be shy around me either.” He's gaze was serious, and cold, not making it better for you.

“Yes, I'm sorry Jay.”

And even though the commoners couldn't stop admiring your immense beauty, you just couldn't properly fake a smile, it was obvious how uncomfortable you were feeling at the moment.

“They like you, Y/N.” Jay said unbothered, but on the inside he was pretty impressed that his kingdom loved you so much even though you were such a stubborn kid.

“Really?”

“Of course, why wouldn't they?” Jay smiled at the commoners admiring him from outside the carriage.

Maybe they wouldn't because you are such a trouble for your family sometimes, that your reputation was kind of known for that since you turned thirteen years old. You always tried to escape marriage since those days, because it ruined your ideals of true love.

You thought true love was what it was described in your favourite books. Pure, gorgeous, loving, truthful and caring. You thought you would fall in love deeply for someone because you had met them fully, but here you are...

“I'll take you somewhere else.” Jay finally looked at you to the eyes, and you noticed how his eyes glowed as the sunlighr hit you both a little.

He quickly asked the rider to take you both somewhere you obviously didn't know. And as the rider changed directions you noticed how the path was becoming more isolated until you saw a small cabin with smoke going up the chimney.

Where was Jay taking you?

The carriage stop in front of the cabin and Jay extended his had to you after he got out, you quickly grabbed it and you felt the softness and warm between your own.

“Be careful.” Your feet landed over a rocky path, the trees were quickly preparing for the winter, but a bush of yellow roses had been kept on its place even though the other bushes and trees were leaveless.

“Those are pretty.” You pointed at the bush of roses, and gave them a quick look before guiding you to the cabin.

“Yeah, they are.” He didn't pay a lot of attention to them in your opinion.

He let go of your hand, and opened the door of the house making the bell in top of it ring.

“Oh! Your highness, it's a pleasure to have you here again.” Mr. Choi, the Baker had took out a pan of cream cake and placed it on the table.

Your nostrils were captivated by the freshly baked bread and cakes.

“Is she your wife, Prince Jay?”

“Soon to be wife.” He grabbed your hand again, giving it a comfortable squeeze.

“She's completely gorgeous, I'm pretty sure you guys are good for each other.” Your cheeks became bright red out of shyness.

“Do I give you what you always order?” “Yes, to bags of cream cake, please.”

He gave Jay the bags of the desserts and said a quick goodbye to the both of you.

In your opinion he seemed like a really nice man, and the smell of the desserts made your tummy plead for food.

You guys went back to the carriage and Jay placed the bag between you two.

Your eyes were fixated at the bag, you had never eaten cream cake before, but now you wanted to eat it so badly.

“You can grab them, their are for you and me after all.” His hand was placed over yours and you quickly opened the bad and grabbed a piece.

“Thank you, Jay. This is really sweet.” You flashed him a smile, and he looked out at the view to not stare at you.

“Yeah, yeah. It's not a big deal.”

His eyes met with the beautiful bush of yellow roses that you had pointed out a few moments ago.

Maybe he could do something about those just to see your cute smile again.

You quickly opened your book to where you left it. A romance and fantasy book, your favourite gender, brave knights saving princess and a lot of true loves kisses, it always made your heart flutter.

“My Princess.” Naeun appeared in your bedroom, looking at you with her small smile.

“Yes, Naeun?” You looked up from your book.

“Prince Sunghoon is looking for you, he said that it's important.” You got up from the bed and walked out of the bedroom. Naeun told you that he was at the garden. It was snowing so you put on your favourite white coat.

As you walked into the garden, you saw Sunghoon with two pairs of skates on his hands, his hair had a few snowflakes on top.

“Come with me, we are going to have some fun.” You furrowed your eyebrows, you were kinda confused at what he wanted to do, but you still followed him.

The things is that you both didn't know that Jay was looking at the both of you from the distance.

Sunghoon guided you to a small lake, not to far from the castle. He gave you a pair of skates and you quickled looked at the frozen lake, it was beautiful.

You placed the skates on your feet and walked to the lake, feeling a little bit insecure of what you were doing.

“Sunghoon, I'm not really sure about this.” You extended your arms to reach him, and he quickly hugged you so he could be your support.

“Don't worry... I got you.” You couldn't help, but blush at his actions, the hug was warm and caring, you felt safe. He made you feel safe.

You pulled apart from him, but his hand was still holding yours, letting you that he wasn't going to let go until you were ready.

“This is really fun.” You laughed a little, making Sunghoon smile widely.

“Ready to let go?” “Yes, ready.”

His hand left yours and you slowly started to skate by yourself, you then gave turns and pretty smiles were placed on your lips.

Sunghoon couldn't stop admiring you for some reason.

You looked at your feet while you skate and then your felt yourself stumble onto something... someone.

His hands were placed in you waist and you looked up to find Jay staring at you.

“Jay? What are you doing here?” You asked while Sunghoon skated to reach the both of you.

“Can't I spend time with my fiancé?” Jay said while he skated on the lake, taking your hand and making you turn as if you both were dancing.

Your confused expression made him smirk, and somehow made his heart flutter. All while Sunghoon stared at the both of you.

“I wasn't expecting to like being around you or your family. I actually like it here.” You said grabbing him by the shoulder.

“It's good to know that, but... You know you shouldn't get really comfortable.” Those words set you off immediately. You knew he was completely right.

Jay said that trying to convince you, but deep down he was trying to convince himself too.

“Have you seen Jay?”

You were looking for Jay everywhere since the morning. For some reason you wanted his company these days and even though you had Naeun and Jungwon, you wanted to be with Jay.

“I saw him at the garden a few minutes ago.” Naeun responded and you finally went to the garden to look for him.

Meanwhile, Jay was at the garden with a commoner that he had met the other day. Well... a commoner that he had met before he had met you.

“You promised me that you would marry me some day.” The commoner, Jia had only bad feelings for Jay, she just wanted to use him because he was Prince, but Jay knew that correctly, he wasn't stupid, it was pretty obvious.

He just wanted to have something to forget about his future marriage, or at least to remind himself that he couldn't have you.

He tried to get near you even though he knew he shouldn't, because he could grow feelings for you.

“Well, maybe someday... maybe not, it depends of the situation. You just have to wait.” Jia rolled her eyes out of frustration, but she believed Jay, even though he was obviously lying to her, she just couldn't notice at all.

Jay placed a kiss on her forehead, trying to show a fake affection of love.

“Well, I'll see you in a few days.” She said walking out of the garden. Just as she got away from him, he finally huffed, thinking why did he ever become close with her at all. Especially with a gold digger.

And just as he turned around, you came near him. “Is she your lover?” Your hands rested on top of your hips.

“No, she isn't. I met her before I met you, she's such a trouble, but well...”

“Then why are you still with her?” Your heart was beating way more faster than it used to, and even though you wanted to control it... You couldn't.

“It's because... I'm pretty sure that I'll find true love with her.”

Jay was lying, that was another big lie.

It was the day of the wedding and all the kingdoms nearby were invited.

As the bows finished, you were both given permission to kiss. In with all those day that you had spend with Jay made your heart flutter every now and then. So hearing that you could finally kiss made your cheeks blush.

But Jay didn't even hesitate, and he placed a warm but quick kiss on your lips, by which you kissed back. That was your first ever kiss, and you were giving it up to a person that you didn't have your feelings cleared for.

Just as that was over, you were taken to the party exclusively to the royals invited.

Prince Heeseung and his family were invited. Who were also invited was Prince Sunoo and his family. And obviously your family was there, they were happy for you all the way.

“Look at how gorgeous you look darling. It was your father's dream to see you getting married.” Your mother caressed your hair, trying not to mess up with the crown on top of your head. Jay came close to you, placing his arm around your waist as he always does.

“I hope you take care of my sister, Prince Jay. You gotta promise me that you will not break her heart.” Jake's words made your heart skip a beat, as you knew that Jake was completely protective of you, and was capable of breaking Jay's bones if he ever did something to you.

Soon, you were both told to seat on your respective thrones to receive any gifts wishing you a good and healthy marriage.

And as you say on your throne Jay's hand was placed on top of yours, and he suddenly started caressing it, giving your hand a sweet warm feeling.

The party soon ended, but it wasn’t the only one happening that week, as the upcoming friday you would have a ball for the both of you, as you would both soon become king and queen.

“Sleep well my princess.” Naeun said taking you wedding dress on her hands and dressing you with a white silk sleeping dress.

“You too Naeun.” She soon left you all by yourself. Just you and your unfinished book.

You still couldn't believe that at your eighteen years you were married. You couldn't stop thinking that you were so young and wanted something else, but at the same time... You wanted to stay.

You wanted to stay for Jay.

Because all these time that you spent together, you didn't stop having mixed feelings on your tummy.

You knew for sure that you couldn't fall in love, especially for him who was sometimes cold towards you, but still did things that you found questionable.

In your book, the Princess and the Knight falled deeply in love for each other, and weren't ashamed to say. But if you were to say that you had feelings for Jay, who would probably reject you, and remind that you were only pretending for your kingdoms.

How much did you wish to live in a fairytale.

How much did you wish to find true love and live a happily ever after... But things weren't like that, because fairytales were just a fantasy.

Your eyes roamed through to book when you heard the big doors of your bedroom open. Your head snapped to see that Jay was there, still in his white royal suit.

“Hi.” You let out.

“Hey.” He said awkwardly, his hands roaming through his pants out of nervousness.

“So... We are married now, huh?”

“Yeah, if you think about it seems funny.” He giggled, that was the first time you heard him laugh.

Your hands travelled through your book and closed it as you laughed a bit. “Yeah, it's actually really funny.”

You both chuckled, and it was the first time that you saw Jay smile. It made your heart go completely crazy.

Jay walked to the bed sitting beside you. And all of the sudden he brushed your long hair out of your face.

His hand was placed on you cheek and your heart was erratic by this point.

“Can I?”

He said looking at your lips, and you never wanted so bad to answer to his question.

“Yes, Jay.”

“Y-you can.”

He leaned over and kissed your lips. It wasn't the same type of kiss that he gave you at the wedding ceremony. No... This one was different.

This one was... Deep, really deep, warm and loving. And he then softly layed you on the bed, by which you closed your eyes as he pass from kissing your lips, to your chin, then he placed soft kisses on your clavicle.

And lastly, he placed kisses on your neck, making you hum, as it felt like magic.

It was magic, the only light in the room being the candles, the snow falling on the balcony. His hands entangling with yours as it went through it all.

You woke up the next day to your bed being empty, Jay wasn't there and you couldn't help, but feel lonely.

Was that it? Was he really just looking to spent the night with you?

It was your first time last night, and you felt like tearing up at just thinking that it was only for that reason that he looked for you.

“Princess? Prince Jay is asking for you.” Naeun looked at you, seeing that you were only covered with blanket and went to the closet to look for beautiful dress for you.

Maybe Jay was asking for you to tell you to forget about last night, or that it meant nothing. So you started preparing yourself for the worst.

Naeun gave you a cute yellow dress and a white coat with fur decorating the neck of it.

You thanked Naeun and saw Jay on the garden, he was also wearing a coat, but his hair wasn't in the same hairstyle he always used. This time he let his hair rest for a while and you couldn't stop, but think that he looked adorable.

“Were you calling for me, Jay?” You said going down the stairs, but you didn't expect that Jay would throw at you a snowball.

“Let's play!” He said running around with two snow balls on his hands.

You were quick to throw him a little one and ran to grab more snow to your advantage, you were both hit with snow, and laughter was echoing throughout the whole castle as the Queen was passing by. She smiled at how happy you both sounded, she knew that you were both meant for each other.

After a while, you both just layed on the snow, both of your eyes closed as he stroke your hand.

“I have something to show you.” You frowned at his words. What did he needed to show you?

He pulled you up and guided you back inside the castle. You passed through a lot of rooms until he stopped in front of a big pair of black doors.

Jay suddenly covered your eyes with his hands.

“What are you doing?”

“Trust me. Do not peak!”

He said as he opened the doors and carefully took you inside.

“Now you can.” He said uncovering your eyes and then you gasped in awe.

In front of your eyes there was the most beautiful library you had ever seen, you saw a few books that you recognized and many others that you haven't read yet.

The books stands were huge and decorated with gold.

“Jay, this is gorgeous, thank you!” You throwed yourself into his arms making him nervous all of the sudden.

“It's not a problem. I would do anything for you.” He whispered the last sentence without you knowing mad he slowly took you out and told you that the library was all yours and that you should enjoy the place.

He then took you outside to where the horses remained, and he took out his horse and told you to get on.

“I'm not sure about this.” You said getting on the horse while you sat in front of him.

“Don't worry about it, I'll keep you safe Princess.” Jay let you rest your upper body on his chest, and the soft beating of his heart comforted you.

The soft snowflakes fell on both of you, as you gallop near on a forest that you hadn't seen before, the atmosphere was loving and protective as you made yourself comfortable on his chest.

You were in love with him, that was for sure.

It all went to hell, the moment that you thought that you were living a fairytale, it all just became a nightmare for you.

You were looking for him and what you least expected was that you’ll find Jay making out with the same commoner from before. They both didn’t notice you and sadly, you couldn’t help but shed a tear.

After you dried that tear, you walked up to them and pulled Jay away from her. “What are you doing?” You shouted out of anger and sadness.

Jia smirked at you, it was so cynical, but something was stopping you from throwing yourself at her. You felt Jay all of the sudden pull you to your bedroom.

As much as you both had decided that behind those doors you were nobody to each other, you just couldn’t pretend that nothing was happening inside your heart anymore.

“Remember what I told you! We are nothing, we are free to do whatever we want.”

#enhypen writers #enhypen imagines #enhypennetwork #enhypen oneshots #enhypen au #jay enhypen #prince au

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almanacrat · 3 years

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Golf Girl

Danny Wagner x femReader

Summary: Danny fakes being bad at golf to ask you out.

Warnings: none

You had been working at the golf course for 3 months now. It payed well and it was mostly enjoyable, but it could get boring. Today was a rather slow day for the course, a few old men sauntering leisurely across the grassy hills with their club caddies slung across their backs. You were picking up clubs that had been left behind when you were approached by a tall man with curly brown hair.

“I think you dropped this back there.” He held out one of your silver rings to you.

“Oh my god, thank you so much.” You took it from his hand and smiled gratefully at him.

“Yeah, no problem. So, uh... Do you play golf since you work here?” The boy asked sheepishly.

“I’m not a golf expert, but I play a little bit. How about you? Is this your first time or...?” You questioned back, never having seen him play before.

“I’ve actually never played. I’ve gone to putt putt with some of my friends before, but I’ve never done anything serious so I thought I’d give it a try today.” He spoke, his voice smooth. “I was hoping you guys might offer lessons here.”

“We do offer lessons, but none of our experts are working today, so you’d be stuck with me.” You put the offer on the table even though you were unsure of your skills.

“Okay, perfect.” He responded.

“I have some clubs in the cart so you can hop in and we can go over to the beginner section of the course.” You told him, looking into his intelligent eyes and trying to ignore the butterflies in your stomach.

God he was cute.

“You never told me your name.” You continued.

“It’s Daniel. I like Danny better though. What’s yours?”

“Mine is Y/n. Do you go to school around here?” You tried to keep the conversation afloat, not wanting awkward silence.

“I go to University of Michigan, yeah.” Danny scanned his eyes over you as you drove.

“Oh, nice! That’s where I go.” Your heart jumped when you learned that he went to your school.

“Really? What do you study?” He asked inquisitively.

“I’m an English major... unfortunately.” You chuckled under your breath, thinking of how overwhelmed you were with school.

“You don't like it?”

“No, no, I like it. I love literature, but sometimes all the pressure sucks the fun out of it.” Y/n sighed internally.

“I understand. Thats how I am with go- with school.” Danny saved himself.

The truth was that Danny was fantastic at golfing. He was doing it in college because he was so good, but he wanted to get to know Y/n and he was too shy to just ask her out. Danny had seen her multiple times at the course, but she never seemed to notice him. He had noticed her, though. She was gorgeous, and whenever Danny saw her he thought he was going to ascend to heaven. Y/n was perfect in his eyes, and he wanted to belong to her.

“What’s your major?” Y/n looked over at him briefly before her eyes returned to the road.

“I’m majoring in communications, but I’m hoping that the band I'm in with my friends takes off and I won't have to use it. I know it’s a leap, but I love music.” Danny felt as if he could pour his heart out to her.

“Do you guys play around town?”

“Yeah, we do. Mostly at Brandy’s downtown.”

“I’d love to come see you guys some time. When’s your next concert?” Y/n had never heard of their band, but if Danny was in it she was a fan.

“We play at Kat Daddy’s tonight. I might be able to get you in for free.” Danny’s heart let at her interest in the band.

“Really? Oh my god, that would be awesome.” Y/n stopped the gold cart as they arrived at the beginners course.

“Yeah, just let me know if you’ll be coming.”

“I’ll definitely be there. Grab that club with the blue handle.” She told Danny as they got out of the golf cart.

Y/n instructed Danny on how to play golf as Danny tried to pretend to be bad at it. After Danny had gotten 5 perfect hits in a row, Y/n started to suspect that something was up.

“Okay, you're way too good at this. Are you sure you’ve never played?” She asked with a confused smile.

“This is my first time, you're just a really good teacher.” Danny tried to keep his cover.

“Danny, I barely know how to play. I literally suck.” Y/n spoke. “This isn't really your first time, is it?”

“...No.” Danny admitted as he looked at his shoes and scratched the back of his neck.

“Oh my god.” Y/n threw her head back and laughed. “How long have you been playing.”

“Since I was in elementary school...” Danny gave an abashed smile as he looked up at her.

“You should be the one giving me lessons!” Y/n exclaimed, still chuckling at the turn of events.

“Maybe you should give me your number so we can schedule a time for me to teach you...?” Danny’s heart raced and his cheeks burned red.

“Is that what this was all about?” Y/n grinned.

“Maybe.” Danny expressed quickly.

“Thats adorable. Give me your phone.”

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itsallyscorner · 3 years

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Play Me A Song

Paring: Tom Holland x fem!reader

Summary: This is based off the video of Tom playing guitar that he posted on Instagram:) Tom facetimes you to help brighten up your day.

Warnings: none

A/n: Not me using fan fiction as a coping mechanism for my stress, yet ONCE AGAIN.

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“Hellooo, gorgeous girl!” Tom cooed as his face popped up onto your phone screen.

You let out a nasally giggle, the side of your face snuggling deeper into the pillow Tom would use when he was over at your house.

Tom tilts his head at the phone, a hint of a smile on his blush colored lips. The action caused his mop of chocolate brown curls to slightly bounce, catching your attention. You longed for the feeling of running your hands through his soft hair. You missed the way it felt between your fingers and how it would make Tom nuzzle closer to you.

“How was your day? You sounded a bit upset on the phone.” He checked in, voice soft and sweet, yet full of concern. His brows furrowed, causing a wrinkle to form between his brows.

You breath in, smelling the hints of him on your pillow. He was miles away, FaceTime allowed you to see and talk to him, though it wasn’t the same as him being beside you. If you were together right now, he would probably envelop you with his protective arms, pull you into his warm chest, and press kisses all over any bit of your exposed skin. His curls would tickle against your neck while he buried his head into the small space between your neck and shoulders—though you wouldn’t mind the tickle because it would remind you that he was there with you.

You sighed, “Today was a rough day. My professors have been piling work on us and I got called into work on my day off. I haven’t even gotten to start that research paper for class—I’m just so burnt out. I’m tired of trying, Tommy.”

Tom pouted, bringing the camera near his face to feel closer to you. He only felt the heat of his phone screen against his face, but he could still feel the light vibrations of your voice through the phone’s speakers. He placed the speaker of his phone slightly atop his chest, so he could feel the rhythm of your words against him. It reminded him of the days you two would cuddle after the both of you had long days at work. You would tell each other about your days and bask in the feeling of being in each other’s arms. He missed the feeling of being close to you.

“I know you have a lot of work to do, but you need to give yourself breaks, darling. And don’t tell me that you don’t need a break, you’re human (y/n), there’s only so much you can do in a day.” He began. Tom knew how you could get when college got overwhelming. Sometimes there were weeks where you would throw yourself into work, with no sleep, minimal food, and too many cups of coffee. He adored the diligence you had for your education, he wished he could’ve had that when he was still in school, but he wanted to make sure that you were taking care of yourself.

“Listen, you got this, I know you do. You’re the most intelligent and hard working woman I have ever met in my life. There’s nothing you can’t do, because I know, one way or another, you’re gonna find a way to do it. You always do. I just don’t want you to forget to take care of yourself. I know your education is important, but so are you.” He finished, a small smile forming on his lips. You hum in response, “Don’t worry, I’ll take care of myself Tommy.”

What you say seems to reassure him, his shoulders visibly loosened up and the smile on his face grows a bit wider. Your own lips turn up on their own, reciprocating his smile.

“How about you, how was your day?” You ask him. Tom sits up and leans against his headboard.

“Well they’re still renovating the house, so Harry and I decided to rent out a place not too far from mum and dad’s. We actually had lunch with them, I got to see Tessa—gosh, I wish you were here right now. Tess was bouncing all over the place and giving everyone kisses, you would’ve loved it. And Paddy! He’s gotten so much taller since I’ve last seen him, and his voice keeps getting deeper, it’s actually embarrassing for me to be beside him because I’m older and I sound like I’m the one going through puberty.” He rambled, one of his hands making gestures and his face making expressions as he spoke. You loved the way he could just go on about a certain topic, especially when it came to his family. As sad as it was to see him leave for the UK, you were also happy because you knew he’d get to see his family.

He continued to talk about his day until his leg bumped into something, causing a hollow thump to emit from the object.

“What was that?” He leaned forward, the sound of his sheets rustling as he moved to grab the object filling your speakers.

“My guitar.” He grunted, holding the instrument up. “Remember, you got this for me for my birthday!” He proudly reminded you. You had gotten him the Ed Sheeran edition Martin Guitar after he had been going on and on about wanting to learn how to properly play the instrument. At the same time, he had a little obsession with Ed Sheeran and his music, so when you saw the guitar in the shop, you thought why not? You knew he would love it.

You fondly chuckled at him, “Yeah I do! You even promised to write me a song one day after you opened it.”

The last part of your sentence caught his attention, “I will write you a song one day, I’m very serious about that promise, love.” He pointed at you.

“Oh, are you?” You tease him.

“Yes, I am. In fact, ever since I’ve gotten back home, I’ve been practicing again and I’m doing much better.” He confidently told you.

“Can you play me a song?” You softly ask him.

“I can play you ‘Grow as we Go’ by Ben Platt. It’s the song I’ve been practicing.” He placed his phone against a pillow, using it as a stand. He placed the guitar in his lap, positioning his fingers on the frets and strings of the guitar.

“Yeah, play anything. I just wanna hear you play.” You mumble, your voice coming out in a muffle against Tom’s pillow.

“Just a warning, it’s probably not that good.” He mentions, shooting you a playful look.

“I don’t care.” You smile. He starts to softly strum the opening of the Ben Platt song and you couldn’t help but smile. He looked away from the camera, trying to focus on the notes and giving you a good look at the side of his face. The light shines part of his face, leaving the features you can see dark in the shadow, though it didn’t stop you from making out his gorgeous brown eyes. His long fingers move fluidly along the strings, creating a sweet melody on the guitar.

He stumbles a bit, making him whisper “Bollocks.” The little hiccup didn’t stop him from playing and so he continued to strum the guitar. You decided to stay quiet, letting him be in the zone. He messes up again, this time saying “bollocks” louder than the first time. You see him slightly shake his head as he regains his focus and places his fingers on the proper strings again.

You fondly watch him as he play, admiring the man you call your boyfriend. His fingers twitch on the string causing him to pause. He sucks his teeth, a bit of a frustrated grin on his face.

“Mmm.” He looks at you before turning away, “Okay.” He plays again, brows furrowed together in concentration as he tries to play the part of the song his keeps messing up on. You couldn’t contain the giggle that came out of you when he cringed at the sound the guitar made when he tried to play past the note. He pauses looking at the ceiling and tries to figure out the next notes.

“Alright, last time.”

“You’ve got it.” You encourage him. Your words give him some confidence and he shoots you a sweet smile. He readjusts the guitar in his lap, this time keeping his eyes on the strings as he plays. He strums the song again, starting off slow then slowly getting faster. Though his pacing was off by a bit, the song still sounded great nonetheless. You were thoroughly impressed.

He stops playing sitting back against the headboard, “I don’t know why I speed up though. I don’t know why I decide to do it so quickly.” He says into the camera.

You laugh, “It still sounds great though, I really enjoyed it.”

Tom tilts his head at you, teasingly squinting at the camera, “Even with the amount of times I kept stopping?”

“Yes, even with the amount of times you kept stopping.” You laugh, adjusting your phone. Tom puts the guitar aside and grabs his phone. He lays back on his bed, his head resting on his pillow and his curls sprawling out on the cushiony white surface. One of his hands rest behind his head as he stares at you.

“I’m gonna keep practicing. So the next time I see your beautiful face I can serenade you with a song and my guitar.” He muses, a lazy grin on his features.

“That sounds like something out of a chick flick.” You snort. He shoots you a playful glare, “Shut up, you love it.”

Tom knew you were a sucker for chick flick gestures. Kissing in the rain, watching the sunset, you name it.

You sigh, scrunching up your nose, “Yeah, I do.”

“But only from you.”

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i’m not sure if this is a good prompt but i’d love to see something based off of jealous eddie in the new episode. established relationship with buck reassuring him about how he and taylor are just good friends. maybe getting together with a first kiss. i love all your work, but don’t feel like you need to write this if it doesn’t spark anything. thank you!

so i haven’t had a chance to watch the new episode yet, but i’ve seen gifs of jealous!eddie and it’s given me life lmao so here we go

Taylor is at the station...again. And that’s fine. Totally fine, Eddie tells himself over and over in his head, as he watches Buck moon over the reporter.

A week ago Eddie was content with his life and everyone’s place in it. Or so he thought, until he realized exactly why he was so bothered by Taylors presence at the station. All thanks to Chimney and his extraordinarily large mouth.

Eddie huffs, annoyed just thinking about it. He’d been in the locker room after a long shift, and Buck had run in and changed faster than lightning, barely taking the time to tie his shoelaces. Eddie had asked if he wanted to come over and grab a beer, maybe play some video games with him and Christopher, but Buck had politely declined. “Sorry man, I’ve got plans with Taylor, she’s waiting outside for me. I’ll see you guys Monday! Bye!” He’d waved and sped out of the station before Eddie could so much as think of an appropriate response.

Chim had laughed and said something that had most definitely struck a nerve, whether he’d intended it to or not. “Hey, cheer up, there’s other fish in the sea.”

And Eddie had thought in that instance: But I don’t want anyone else.

The very next day he’d broken things off with Ana. She’d been more confused than anything, initially, wondering if maybe she’d done something wrong, which had prompted Eddie to spill his guts to her about these decidedly romantic feelings he’s been harboring for his best friend.

“I’m so sorry. I didn’t realize, not until last night, or I wouldn’t have dragged you into this, I just--” He’d tried to explain, tongue tied and at a loss. Ana was perfect, after all. Intelligent, a self possessed woman with ambition, good humor; she got along just swell with Christopher, and she was gorgeous to boot. But...

“Hey,” Ana had taken one of his hands into her own and squeezed gently, comfortingly. “So...this sucks. Because I really do like you Edmundo. A lot. But I am glad you were able to sort your feelings out. I know--especially growing up in a Hispanic household--how difficult it can be to come to that kind of conclusion. Have you...told him, yet?”

Eddie had shaken his head no, “Um, actually? You’re the first person I’ve told.”

That had come as a huge surprise to Ana, who, though heartbroken, had still offered a listening ear and a shoulder to cry on, in the future.

Now, a week later, Eddie still hasn’t said a single word of this to anyone else. Not to Hen or Chim, not to his Captain--though sometimes the way Bobby looks over at him makes Eddie think the man knows something--and most definitely not to Buck himself.

Instead, he departs from the crew, shoulders stiff, irritation spiking, and makes his way to the bunks. Which is where Buck finds him a few minutes later, sulking.

“You ok?”

Eddie’s head swivels towards the entrance and he can’t help but frown at the tall figure standing there. It’s all Bucks fault, with the way his hair goes poofy with strawberry curls when it’s humid outside and those dumb contagious too-wide smiles of his and that look on his face when he gets hyped whenever he gets a chance to share any of the million factoids he’s learned--all of it makes Eddie want to rush up to him and kiss his stupid face.

“Eddie?” And suddenly said face is right in front of his, just inches away, and Buck is waving a concerned hand in front of him. “Earth to Eddie, you alright?”

Eddie blinks and quickly backs away, nearly falling off the other side of the bed, if not for the fact that Buck springs into action, one long arm going around Eddie’s back and holding him upright.

Now they’re impossibly close and Buck is staring at him all wide eyed and breathing kind of funny and Eddie is swaying forward ever so slightly, not breaking eye contact. He’s not sure what it is he’s doing, except that his hand is now caressing the side of Buck’s face and Buck is leaning into it and Eddie's tilting his head to the side and then their lips are meeting at the middle and Eddie can only describe the feeling as sparks of electricity bursting in his chest.

It's only when they finally pull away that reality comes crashing back down around Eddie and white hot panic sets in. "Shit! Shit, I'm sorry. I--that wasn't supposed to--I mean--" he covers his face with the hand that had been cradling Buck's cheek not five seconds ago and it's warm and butterflies flutter around in his belly.

Buck sits back on the bunk and clears his throat, "Um, I thought you and Ana were..."

Eddie looks up instantly, "No, no, we broke it off last week. Or, I guess I did..."

Buck nods. "Oh."

Eddie slides his sweaty palms across his pants and looks away, nervous. "I didn't mean to kiss you." Not when he knows Buck is dating Taylor. Not when she's literally in the other fucking room. Jesus Christ what is he even doing?

If Eddie were looking he would see the hurt that flashes across Buck's face for a split second before he's able to school his expression. "Right. Yeah." He lets out a faint impression of his usually boisterous laughter. "Who wants to be a rebound, right?" And then he's up and gone.

There's a tension hanging in the air between Buck and Eddie after the incident and no matter how badly Eddie tries to pretend it's not there it lingers.

It's Friday night when Eddie rallies and asks Buck out for a beer. Christopher is at his aunt's for the night and it's been a while since the last time they hung out together, just the two of them, so he figures it’s worth a shot.

He’s in the middle of asking Buck to go to a bar with him when who but none other than Taylor pops out from behind Buck, making the two of them jump. She tilts her head back and laughs at their expressions of surprise and Eddie wants to gag at how impeccably pretty she is with all that long red hair and those pumps on her feet that make her legs look like they go for miles.

“I got bored of waiting for you in the lot, c’mon, happy hour’s almost over.” she bumps her shoulder into his playfully and Eddie watches heartbroken as Buck gives her one of his charming megawatt grins. Taylor notices him staring and smiles politely. “Hey firefighter Diaz, didn’t see you there--we’re gonna’ hit Bahama Mama, you should come with us.”

Eddie tries to decline the invite but Taylor is relentless and despite his protests, he finds himself at the counter, ordering drinks next to Taylor, fifteen minutes later. He hates small talk, and apparently so does Taylor, because the moment Buck steps away to go to the restroom she turns to Eddie with her razor sharp stare and says, “So I heard you kissed Buck the other day and tried to do a little take back, huh?”

Eddie wants to glare at her and tell her to mind her business but this is her business, and he’s the one in the wrong here, not Taylor, and so instead of lashing out he bites his tongue and apologizes.

Taylor blinks. “What? Why are you saying that to me? It’s Buck you should be apologizing to. I’m not the one who’s heart you’re playing games with.” she snaps.

“What? What are you talking about? Look, I’m trying to say sorry here--I kissed him in the heat of the moment, and I want to say I wasn’t thinking straight but the truth is I’ve been in love with him for longer than I can admit but I know you two are dating and I know I overstepped, that wasn’t my intention at all so I just--”

“We’re not dating...”

Startled, Eddie turns around to face Buck, who’s standing behind him, having heard a good portion of that conversation. “What.”

“Is that why you said that? That you didn’t mean to kiss me? Because you thought Taylor and I were going out?” Buck can’t help but sound hopeful, gulping when it takes Eddie a moment to answer.

“You’re really not dating?” Eddie breathes out.

Buck shakes his head. “We’re just friends.”

It’s quiet for a moment before Taylor decides to break the silence. “So...I’m gonna go get us another round and let you two geniuses figure this out.”

As soon as she’s out of ear shot Buck sits down across from Eddie and both men try to speak simultaneously. “Oh, sorry, no, you go first.” Buck insists.

Eddie twiddles his thumbs and bites his lip. “How much of that did you hear, exactly?”

Buck’s heart pounds in his chest like a drum. “Uh, I think I walked up to the part where you told her you’re in love...with me? And for the record, I--you know, I--” Buck stumbles over his confession. “I’m in love with you. Too.”

“Jesus, Buck,” Eddie leans over the table precariously and holds Bucks face in his hands, not giving a damn about the fact that they’re in a crowded bar. “Are you serious?”

Buck nods softly and the scruff of his five o’clock shadow gently scratches the palms of his hand and Eddie can’t get over how much he likes that feeling. He could hold Buck like this forever. “Can I kiss you?”

“Please.” Eddie lets Buck take the lead this time, digs his hands into those blonde curls as Buck twists a hand in his shirt and pulls him even closer.

Taylor finds them making out like teenagers in the corner of the bar twenty minutes later and pats herself on the back for a job well done. It’s about time those two idiots figured it out.

a/n anon i loved ur prompt <3 thanku!

#a little longer than a drabble mayhaps #oops #thanku for the prompt! :)#911 fox #buddie #long post is long #911 #buck buckley #eddie diaz #ask #911 fox spoilers

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ceriseeclipse · 4 years

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Dark Skies

The Signs’ Face Claims

I had this idea for a while: Personification of the signs. I always wanted to write a story that presents the signs as people, with the same features and personalities that the signs are said to have, living their lives, interacting with each other. Here are a few ideas for each character, if I get to the actual story, the characters will develop a lot of course. Please inbox me your feedback, if you would be interested in a story as such.

Here’s an idea for the face claims. (the actors’ actual sun signs don’t have anything to do with their roles):

Henry Cavill as Aries, the impulsive soldier.Strong-minded and brave, but a hot-head, which makes him dangerous in a fight. He often throws caution to the wind and goes straight to the point, which he may regret later. He lives for today, is initiative and ambitious, lacks certain gentleness, humility and sense of social act, hurts people without even intending to. He’s restless, vital and always looks for new challenges and adventures. Deep-set eyes and dark eyebrows give him the severe, serious but handsome look. He’s not into love, but does like sex. He rarely gets attached to people, only lives for war and winning battles.

Zoë Kravitz as Taurus, the confident, self-sufficient, but sensitive girl. You can rely on her, she’s honest and respects good manners. Patient and cautious, she knows what she wants and won’t let anyone stop her. She keeps her feet firmly on the ground, doesn’t like to dream or wish, she strongly believes that if you want something enough, you have to go and get it. She’s practical and responsible, but easier to break than she’ll ever show. She loves strongly, and passionately, has a big, loving heart, but knows when to let go, she doesn’t put herself down for anyone. Her doe-like, big, brown eyes will make you trust her with your life. She is exactly who a woman should be, if you could say that, confident, strong, independent and intelligent.

Tom Hiddleston as Gemini, the sweet and funny, blonde, curly-haired sunny-boy. He can seamlessly change everything, from style, ideas to work or partner. He is easy to adjust to significant changes. Surrounded by a little nervous energy, he is brilliant but sometimes emotionally unstable. Being bisexual, he likes to sleep around with different people, but doesn’t really mean to intentionally hurt anyone, he just expects other people to take life and relationships as easily as he does. He’s humorous, energetic and cheerful, but doesn’t let anyone see his sensitive side, that’s why his mysterious way seems very attractive.

Andrew Garfield as Cancer, the typical sweet boy, who likes to play with fire and often gets burned. He can go from being in a great mood to suicidal thoughts in a second. His heart is easy to break and he doesn’t know how to get over it. Trying to bring an order to his chaotic feelings, he starts writing. For himself at first, but that’s how his talent as a writer gets discovered. It helps at first, but his vulnerable nature wants him to take revenge on those who hurt him, which starts to destroy him slowly.

Madelaine Petsch as Leo, the Queen Bee in Louboutins. She likes expensive clothes, always looks flawless and knows it. She appears even more confident than she actually is. As a struggling actress, her life hasn’t been the easiest. Trusting and a little naive, she’s often been used and lied to. She likes to manipulate people, but sometimes ends up being manipulated herself. Trying hard to hide her generous, forgiving heart, she thinks that the key to success is heartlessness and diamonds. Her brutally honest personality gave her the name of a “bitch”, which she enjoys at times, it gives her a painful kind of satisfaction to be hated, but admired at the same time. Her long, red hair perfectly matches her ever-red lips and green eyes, that roll so often. She enjoys her naturally good looks and knows how to use it for her best.

Jamie Chung as Virgo, the beautiful healer. She’s a doctor, she lives for helping people. But the sad truth is, she doesn’t always know how to help herself. Being a gorgeous, strong woman, she is full of insecurities, no one can understand. She is ready to sacrifice herself for others, even people she doesn’t know, because her own life doesn’t mean anything to her. Attentive, with great analytical skills, she seems to see everyone's personality through, she sees when somebody’s hurting, when somebody's lying, her eyes don’t miss out on anything. She loves to bring order into the chaotic life, and tries to make the world a better place by being considerate and organized. Being wealthy, she doesn’t like expensive and unnecessary luxuries. Taurus is her soulmate, but unfortunately, there are many struggles that come in their way. Their love is beautiful and innocent, but leaves them both heartbroken, more than once.

Shay Mitchell as Libra, the girl next door. She has always been a girl who went by unnoticed. A wallflower kind of girl as they say. She never minds, she doesn’t like to show off, doens’t like to shine. Simple clothes and sneakers, ponytail and barely any make-up, that is her every day look. She has a soft personality and knows how to handle troubles, a diplomat, religious, fair, justice has always been important to her. People usually think that she is a depressed teenager, but that isn’t true, life is going as she wishes it to go. She doesn’t like to be pushed, pressured, she prefers to leave responsibility to others. Sometimes, she feels a little basic, that’s all. But the girl will find her place in this world very soon.

Michael Ealy as Scorpio, the blue-eyed devil. Despite what people said, he isn’t all that bad. The often call him “the evil eye”, if your eyes meet, you always move first. He can kill you with a look, undress you with a look, send you to hell with only one look. He’s never easy, everything is important to him and he takes everything seriously. All around him is black or white, nothing in between. The only people he can call friends seem more like loyal servants. It feels like he never tells the truth, he’s mysterious to a fault and will never tell you his opinion about anything. Don’t do him wrong, he will never let you leave with it. He scars a lot of people. Not always intentionally, just by being himself.

Will Smith as Sagittarius, the short-tempered cop. He’s charismatic and respectful, a real fighter for justice. Straightforward, he will shoot arrows, he can’t leave anything unspoken. If you’re in the wrong, he’ll make you crack. He does have strong relationships with people, but only the ones who deserve it in his opinion. Quite tolerant, he will accept a lot of your flaws, but never cross a line, he can cut you out of his life in a second. He’s living on the edge, taking risks, jumps into danger, whether it’s about work or love. Being short-tempered, he gets angry fast, screams, even gets physical, but calms down fast and often regrets it. He does have a good soul, but not many get to see it. Mostly, all they see is a man fighting for the good in any possible ways.

Keanu Reeves as Capricorn, the lone wolf. He never really needed anyone. He was fine being alone. Growing up in an orphanage, he was used to it. Not knowing love, no one to care about. But still, he got through, fought for his degree, became a teacher, not even knowing what for. He doesn't really fall in love, he doesn't really get attached, he doesn't really need it. His good looks and seemingly cool nature attracts a lot of people, he’s interesting, mysterious behind closed doors. But no one really knows him, not even himself. At times, it feels like he's ready, to be a part of the world, to take care of people, but he struggles to believe that anyone would put up with him. He always was so ambitious, so determined, but he came to a point where nothing makes sense anymore. That's the moment he meets him. Better said, he reads his book. A book about retaliation.

Margot Robbie as Aquarius, the sharp-tongued beauty. She grew through struggles and insecurities, which turned her into this perfect human being. She was abused, betrayed and had to fight to survive, just to become a brilliant thief. She’s a woman who gets what she wants, with her intelligence and incredible looks. She considers herself a visionary, she has her ambitions and desires, she’s close to the spiritual world and has a great imagination. Overly dramatic at times, she knows her worth, and knows others better than they know themselves. People bore her quite easily, she expects mystery and entertainment from others. Sexually passionate, she suffers from lack of permanent feelings. Her life has to be a never-ending adventure.

Jared Leto as Pisces, the lost soul. He'a a musician, struggling with drugs and alcohol abuse. His curious and creative mind can't manage between his will to get inspiration and his addictions. He always needs more, whether it's whiskey, love or music, he can never stop. At times, it feels like he's at the end, that he can't do it anymore, but only one shot, and he's back, writing, singing, playing guitar. He falls in love with creative souls like himself, struggling, even dying. For him, it's always over. Every day, can be his last and all he does is singing, dreaming, he always took the path of least resistance.

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A Match Set

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Pairing: Benny Watts x Reader

Summary: After meeting one night in New York, you and Benny Watts are drawn to each other. As you go through different experiences with one another, you grow closer until it finally gets to be too much for Benny.

Word Count: 1890

Warnings: none

Notes: aye this is my first fic because there is a serious lack of benny watts fics and i had to change that for myself. this will probably be multiple chapters that can be read separately.

It was your first art gallery, and you were both anxious and overjoyed to see people surveying your work. You had put so many hours into each piece and all kinds of people had poured in to look. It was a well known gallery, but the variety still surprised you. You looked around and saw some interesting characters, but your interest was piqued when your eyes fell upon a particular cowboy.

He was inspecting one of your favorite paintings which had chess pieces as the subject. The pieces merely served as part of a metaphor in your art, as the game and all its complexities had never really been your thing. As you looked closer at the man you realized that, not only had his outfit sparked your interest, but he seemed familiar too. Out of curiosity, you walked over and stood next to him.

“What are your thoughts?” You asked, motioning towards the painting.

His initial expression showed surprise that you were talking to him, but he recovered quickly, saying, “It’s good. I think the artist has talent.” You felt a bit of pride hearing that. You opened your mouth to say thanks, but you decided not to reveal yourself. You wanted him to give his honest opinion without fear of offending you.

“So do you like chess?” He nodded to the painting. Hearing this you made the connection as to why you remembered seeing him before. Your father owned a little bookshop back home and you were looking into chess for the same painting you were discussing right now. You had seen this cowboy on the back of one of those books, but you hadn’t given it another thought, never actually expecting to meet him. You decided not to reveal this information either and continued with the conversation.

“I can play a modest game. You?”

“I can play a modest game.” He had a small smile as he shrugged.

“Your first lie.” You said smirking back.

He looked confused but curious, so you explained about your research, your fathers bookshop, the whole story. He puffed up a bit after hearing that, looking impressed that you knew who he was.

“What’s your name?” He asked, still curious.

“Y/n” you replied.

“Nice name. I’m Benny, but you already seem to know who I am. On the other hand I don’t know anything about you.” He reached out his hand to shake yours.

“You walk in here with a black trench coat but you make me out to be the mysterious one,” you smirked as you took his hand. He chuckled a bit, and after your introduction, you asked why he was here.

“My friend knows the artist actually. She told us we had to see her work before going out.” You hummed as you thought about what to say, but he interjected.

“I don’t usually do this, and I’m not sure why I’m doing this now, but maybe you’d consider coffee with me. I won’t tell anymore lies” he joked.

You laughed a little, mildly shocked. “you’re not sure why? That’s flattering” you teased.

“Not what I meant-“ but before you could come to a conclusion on his sudden offer, you heard an excited french accent.

“Y/n! Im so proud! You finally got to show off all that talent!” Your friend Cleo ran up to you and wrapped her arms around you. You hadn’t seen her since you lived in France for a few months and you had missed her. You left for France after you realized you weren’t really needed at home, so you dedicated yourself to trying to soak up some culture. She looked gorgeous like you remembered, fitting for a model. You continued your reunion embrace for a moment before she waved her arms to the men and woman behind her. She introduced the friends she had brought to your show as Arthur, Hilton, and Annette, who all smiled at you. Cleo paused to turn to the cowboy saying, “I see you’ve already met Benny.”

“Yeah we met,” he said, “but I didn’t know this was your work. I would’ve told you how impressed I am.” Your cheeks turned a light pink at the praise.

“Look at Benny, impressed with someone besides himself for once.”Cleo poked fun and the group let out a laugh.

“Hey I’m not a narcissist or anything, don’t listen to Cleo,” Benny made excuses to you, only mildly offended.

“Sure you aren’t. I have nothing against narcissists,” you jokingly assured him. This answer didn’t comfort the man who had essentially just asked you on a date.

You and Cleo continued to catch up and you talked more with her friends as well. Benny just stood next to you, and you caught him glancing at you once or twice, but you just ignored it. Eventually you agreed to go out for drinks with the group, walking with them to a bar a couple blocks down called Hal’s.

You all squeezed into a booth while Arthur went off to get drinks. You sat on the outside, watching the people out on the floor next to you giggling and dancing. Having a couple of drinks beforehand must’ve contributed to the large amount of people out there, you thought. Arthur eventually announced his return by laying a tray of drinks in the middle of the table.

You were all conversing and sipping on your drinks when Annette decided she wanted to dance. Cleo agreed enthusiastically, but the rest of us refused. She suggested we all take shots to make it easier, but once again we tried to turn her down. she pleaded, “come on guys, it’s a Saturday night, and you can’t possible lose something from it. Have a little bit of fun with me!”

We relented, having a feeling that she wasn’t going to give up any time soon. She gave a little clap and handed out the shots. You knocked yours back with everyone else and grimaced at the bitter taste. Shaking it off, you slid out of the booth so the others could get out. You moved back into your spot after they all made their way to the throng of people. You decided you would join them later, but you liked to observe first. You looked over and the only two left were you and Benny. You slid over to him, not wanting to sit awkwardly on the other end like he wasn’t there.

“I bet you five bucks that lady is bored out of her mind.” He pointed to a blonde on a date across the bar, “Either she’s an alcoholic or she’s trying to tune out baldie.” You looked at the woman and saw she was surrounded by empty glasses while the man in front of her seemed like he was boasting endlessly. You both started making observations about the various people in the bar. Most of them were snarky comments that you whispered into each other’s ears, giggling, but you also created imaginary lives for them, guessing who they were and how they got here. After sharing a couple laughs, you sighed and reached a comfortable lull before Benny brought up what you knew was coming.

“So have you thought about my earlier question?” He eyed you seriously all of a sudden, but you didn’t feel any pressure. He seemed the type of confident where he thought you would say yes, but he could recover if you said no.

You weighed in your impression of him. He was cute, with fluffy hair and nice eyes that were a kind of chocolate color. He was funny and you he seemed intelligent (I mean he had to be, he played competitive chess). Albeit his trench coat and hat were a bit eccentric, but that wasn’t a bad thing, in fact you found it attractive.

“So have you?” He asked again, leaning his head in.

“Oh uh” you hadn’t realized while you were thinking that you had zoned out looking at him. Clearing your throat you said, “I’m free for coffee.” You stopped, “But you have to wear the hat.”

“Wouldn’t leave home without it” he winked.

Suddenly you were shoved against him as your tipsy friends barreled back into the booth.

“We should probably join them” you said as you moved off him, pushing one of the leftover drinks towards him. He nodded and you both drank some more just to get on the same level as your friends.

“You two haven’t even danced! I saw you whispering. Too busy flirting?” Annette smiled as she slurred a few of her words. You just looked down, cheeks pink, leaving Benny to respond.

“How were you watching us when you were dancing with that guy, the one who looks like he’s only ever kissed his mother.”

“No, I’m sure he’s kissed other people! I mean he did seem young but...” Annette looked over to the guy she dragged to dance with her earlier. He stood sheepishly in the corner, looking like he hadn’t outgrown his baby fat yet, and was definitely not a city type. “He’s just shy!” She defended, but me and Benny just looked at each other, falling into giggles. You figured out that night that Annette was one of those drunks who got a little childish, but she was sweet.

You would’ve been content to keep hanging out with Benny, if it hadn’t been for Cleo who grabbed your hand and pulled you out to the dance floor. You looked back at Benny, but gave in and allowed her to twirl you into the crowd. You were having a good time with Cleo, Hilton and Arthur dancing on either side of her. You were soon out of breath, but didn’t mind, enjoying it all.

You had moved to the city a couple months ago, but hadn’t had time to make friends, focusing on your work and setting up your apartment. You missed having company, people who were fun and interesting.

You continued to move to the beat of the song until you bumped into someone. You looked back to see Benny smiling next to you. You smiled back and let him in to the little circle you and your friends had created. You felt a little warm, not from the dancing, but from being close to him.

After fifteen minutes you were all tired and made your way to the booth to gather all your things up and pay the bill. You walked out of the bar and into the chilly night air, grateful for the residual body heat that came from all the dancing. You hugged Cleo and your new friends goodbye as took turns getting into taxis and headed towards their homes. Hilton offered to wave you down a taxi too, but you declined, explaining that your home wasn’t a far walk. He shrugged and gave you another hug before climbing into the yellow car. Once again it was just you and Benny.

“Just the two of us again huh?” He spoke, and he definitely didn’t sound turned off by the idea.

“Fate I guess.”

“Sure” he said casually.

“Do you not believe in fate?” You asked. You weren’t a firm believer in the idea but something in his tone made you curious.

“I’ve had this debate before I think. I’m not sure, but I’d like to figure it out. How about you?” He said. You imagined him having a lot of debates. You had just met him, but he seemed to fall into the intellectual category. They always kept things interesting, and frequently offered new perspectives.

“I mean everything’s gotta mean something, there has to be a purpose. I just don’t know if we make our own purpose or if we’re given a purpose; fate.” You mused, not meaning to get existential. He didn’t seem to mind.

“You seem like the type to want to figure things out too.” He said ‘too’. So you and him both liked to do that. You added that to the growing list of things you liked about him.

“I guess I am.” He had a pleased look on his face and you just shrugged as you started to say goodbye.

“Wait” he grabbed your arm, “I heard you say you didn’t live far, I could walk you.” Before you could protest he told you, “it wouldn’t be a big deal, I heard you tell Hilton where you lived, we’re in the same direction.”

You agreed, finding yourself wanting to talk to him more. He offered you his arm casually and you laughed to yourself a little at the gesture, taking it anyway. You walked down the sidewalk, talking and laughing. You felt comfortable as you felt like you leveled with him. It seemed like too short of a walk as you suddenly found yourself at the door of your apartment building.

“Guess this is goodnight.” Benny said as you both stood on the sidewalk.

“What about coffee?” You asked.

“Glad you remembered. I’ll pick you up at twelve tomorrow, we can make it lunch. I’ll pick you up.” He said it decidedly, like it was just a fact. Something you noticed he did often.

“Ok then. Lunch. Tomorrow. Am I forgetting anything?” You said as you stepped halfway into the doorway.

“If you are we can figure that out later. I’ll see you.” He waved with a slight smile.

You waved back and smiled in return, watching him walk away before closing the door. You sped up to your apartment, letting yourself finally feel the excitement and anticipation of going out. You stripped off your clothing as soon as you got in and flopped on your bed, feeling sort of giddy. You felt like you and Benny were connected, though you had barely met him. As you laid down you smiled to yourself, looking forward to tomorrow.

#benny watts #benny watts x reader #the queen’s gambit #beth harmon #benny watts fanfiction #fan fiction

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pascalscenarios · 3 years

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JUST THE WAY YOU ARE (Ricky Hauk x Reader)

Just The Way You Are

Scenarios Series

Ricky Hauk x Reader

Summary: Ricky feels as if he needs to change to keep up with your lavish life

Warning: Mentions of an abusive parent, social classes

Words: 1982

Author Note: Based on a scenario from my twitter. Ricky Hauk is so cute ugh! Enjoy! - K

You first met Ricky when your car broke down on the side of the road. You managed to get to a payphone and look up in the yellow pages to see if you could get a tow truck down to where you were located. The first number you found was for Al’s Service Station.

After calling and waiting for 20 minutes, Ricky had come with a tow truck, wearing a mechanic jumpsuit and a red baseball cap worn backward.

“Hey, I’m Ricky” He greeted you quickly, then went straight to hooking up your car.

You give him a sweet smile introducing yourself.

“Thank you for coming- I don’t know what happened. One minute I was driving, next thing, my started smoking and stopped running”

“Don’t sweat it. I’ll take a look when we get back to the shop”

You thought Ricky was SO cute. He had gorgeous brown eyes that you ever saw.

On the car ride to the shop, you tried your best to make conversation with him. He didn’t say much. He was quiet and reserved. A man of few words.

You and Ricky had different upbringings. You have a perfect life. You came from a wealthy family and live in an affluent part of town. You could have anything you wanted. Ricky on the other hand had an abusive father growing up who is no longer in his life. He and his younger brother Joey were raised by a single mother and they struggled financially. They lived off paycheck to paycheck. Unlike you, Ricky couldn’t have the things he wished or dreamed for.

Ricky was hesitant around you. He knew how rich people were. One wrong move, or if you ended up saying something they found offensive, its cuffs slapped around his wrist.

He was already in a shitty mood and didn’t feel like talking. He got his two-week notice from Al that he was being laid off and his mom was still pretty ticked off at him thinking about the possibility of college, leaving her and his younger brother joey behind to fend for themselves. He didn’t need any more tension in his life.

Getting to the shop, he got to work on figuring out what was wrong with your fancy convertible. He popped open the hood of your car, looking around and fidgeting with different parts.

“Sometimes wrong with the engine. It’s gonna take an hour or two to fix. You might wanna call someone to come pick you up and come back later” he states.

“I’ll just wait, no biggie” you shrug.

He cocked his eyebrow at you. Were you serious? Why would someone like you willingly want to stay in a run-down part of town he thought. “You sure? We got a phone by the register-” he motions towards the desk

“I’m sure. I don’t mind waiting” you smile.

“Alright, suit yourself” turns his back towards you, crunches his face in confusion. He thought you were strange for deliberating staying.

You could have called someone to pick you up, but the truth is, you waited to stay to get to know Ricky and you weren’t in a rush to get home.

...

Ricky started to warm up to you after a while, making conversation with you as he worked on your car. You were sweet and you seemed different from the normal rich people he dealt with and he liked that. You treated him as an equal, not as someone who was below you.

After talking about anything and everything random things, you left him to focus on fixing your car. You probably irritated him. You wandered around the shop, exploring the different parts, tools, and old materials stashed around the garage.

Under a pile of greasy rags, you noticed a black leathered book. You opened it up to find writing inside. They were poems. Beautiful yet heart-wrenching poems. You were amazed by each one as you continued to flip the pages.

“Alright, your cars- hey!” Ricky quickly pulls out the rag from his back pocket, whipping the grease from his hands, and walking towards you.

He takes the books from your hand, closing it shut.

“I’m sorry I didn’t mean- did you write those?”

He signs looking down at the book.

“Yeah… I did”

“They’re amazing! Do you like poetry?”

He nods. “Yeah, I love it.”

“I love writing! I’m majoring in journalism at Redding. My parents don’t see a future in it though. They want me to have a ‘real career’, whatever that means” you roll your eyes.

“Poems and writings are more of a hobby…I was thinking about taking a writing course down at Redding University. I went to go check a class out but I don’t know… thinking about it.”

“If you love and are passionate about writing and poetry, go for it. That’s what my grandma used to say. You’ve got a gift, Ricky.” You smile.

He changes the subject ”Uh your cars done- we should start it up, see if it’s running” he tosses the book on the side on top of an old crate and walks with you over his car.

You slide into your car, putting the key into the ignition, the engine roaring again.

“Ah! Thank you so much!” You get out of the car and hug him tightly. He was taken back by your hug, but he smiled and wrapped his arms around you.

“Here,” You said handing him money.

“Thanks,” he stuffed it in his pocket.

“It was nice meeting you, Ricky” you smile.

“Drive safe, if you have any trouble, just come by” …

“Ricky!” You shout coming back a couple of days later. He was laying on a creeper and rolled himself out from underneath the car he was working on. “Hey!” he sits upright, grabbing a towel from his pocket and wiping his hands. He gets up walking towards you.

“You alright? Your cars not giving you any trouble is it?” He says, continuing to wipe his hands.

“No, I came to see you actually.” You start blushing slightly.

“Me? Can you see me?” he points to himself in disbelief.

“Yeah, I wanted to bring you this” you hand him a book. “As a thank you”

He stuffs the towel back in his pocket, taking the blue canvas-covered book from your hands.

He brings it to flip through the pages, noticing they were filled with poems.

“It’s a book of poems. I’ve had it since I was little, but I wanted you to have it”

“What?- No I can take this-”

“It’s inspired me a lot, maybe it will spark something in you”

“Look this is nice in all, but I-”

“Don’t argue with me and just take the book!” you laughed.

He smiled “Alright, alright…” he chuckled. “Thank you”

“Bye” you waved towards him walking back to your car.

“Wait! Before I go-” he is getting a little shy now. “Do you maybe you want to hang out sometimes? We could go catch a movie or something do else- or if you don’t wanna hang out that's fin-”

“Are you asking me out?” you cocked his eyebrow at him

“Y-yeah…if that's okay”

A giddy smile appeared on your face, you took the pen from the front pocket of this jumpsuit, taking his greasy stained hand, and scribbled your number down.

“You better call me, or I'm just going to have to come back here and find you” you laugh.

And since then, you and Ricky have been inseparable ever since.

…

You and Ricky were friends at first, but eventually the more the two of you started spending time together, you both started falling for each other.

You had brought him home to meet your friends and family. They were disapproving of you dating a guy from the wrong side of the tracks, but you didn't care what they thought about the two of you. Under the tough and hard exterior that protected him from outsiders, he was sweet, loving and protective towards his family, thoughtful, hard-working, and intelligent.

After meeting your friends and family, Ricky realized who he was and where he came from wasn’t going to be good enough for you… or in this case your friends and family. He was so out of his element and stuck out like a sore thumb in your world, and everyone noticed. And it wasn’t just the fact he was underdressed, but the fact they have accomplished so much, and here he was financially unstable, not going to school, and jobless. He needed to change if he wanted to keep up with you and the people in your life.

You didn’t even have to try with his family. Just like Ricky, his mother and brother had to warm up to you first. His mother wasn’t sure of your intentions, but once she saw how you two were together, you gained her trust and she welcomed you with open arms. Joey liked you from the moment you told him that you loved macaroni and cheese.

After Ricky had met your friends and family, you saw a change in him. You had no idea what was going on. He was like a whole different person, acting like the snobby people you grew up with.

You brought him to another family event. He was dressed up fancy, which he looked very handsome but it wasn’t him, that wasn’t your Ricky and introduced himself as Richard?

The whole night you watched him not lie about himself and laugh at jokes you knew he didn’t find funny.

This wasn’t your Ricky.

“Can I talk to you for a minute?”

“Yeah sure, excuse us” he smiles at your parents' friends.

You walk outside to the garden and turn to face him.

“What the hell is going on?” you question.

“What do you mean?”

“For the past several weeks, you haven't been acting like yourself. That’s not you in there. I don't know who the hell is standing in front of me, because surely this isn’t my Ricky. Where’s the guy I fell in love with? A mechanic who loves and has a passion for poetry…”

He noticed how upset you were. Tears forming in your eyes. He thought this would make you happy.

He sighs. He couldn’t keep up his charade. “I just..” he pauses. “After meeting your friends and family…I realized I’m not good enough for you. I don’t belong in your world. I’m from the opposite side of town, I’m from a single-parent and low-income household. All these people see right through me...they see me as nothing- I just thought if I changed-“

“Ricky” You cup his face in your hands. Your thumbs stroking his cheeks.

“You don’t ever have to change who you are for me! I see you! I know who you are, I know your heart. I don’t care about your past or where you come from. Who you are as a person means way more to me than your upbringing and how much money you have. I love me just the way you are.”

“You mean that?”

“Of course...With every fiber in me...I love you” You kiss him softly.

You both pull away, your foreheads resting against each other. “Let’s get out of here, please,” he says.

“Where do you wanna go?” you asked.

“God anywhere but here” he laughed. “How about dinner near your place, the one you took me to on our first date,” you asked. “I feel like eating a greasy burger, fries, and a milkshake.”

He laughed, “alright”

“Okay, we better hurry up before my parents try to stop us” you chuckle.

“They’re going to kill me...they don’t like you being out on my side of town so late,” He says, taking your hand as you quickly exit, using the side gate.

“They can get over it and besides I’ll be okay because I'll be with you.”

MT // @wifeofdindjarin @icanbeyourjedi @sara-alonso@greeneyedblondie44 @hb8301 @alberta-sunrise @spacenerdpascal @ryleyrooroo @reader-s-cantina

#touched by an angel #Ricky Hauk x Reader #ricky hauk #Pedro Pascal #Pedro

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pur-pled-aw-thor · 4 years

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I'm Smarter

Young! Remus Lupin x Fem! Reader

Summary: Y/n and Remus are not in best of terms. Trying to outsmart each other or just annoy the hell out of them. But one sudden turn of events made them realize each other's importance to their lives.

A/n: they're in 5th year and Gryffindor btw🧙‍♀️ sorry if you ain't in Gryffindor, same hun.

Wc: 7.9k (biiish i-)

Warnings: slooo-hohoho-w burn, harassment, mention of a loved one passing away, not proofread properly, fluffy fluuuuff.

Y/n is walking towards the Great Hall for lunch with her friends: Lily Evans, Marlene Mckinnon, and Alice Fortescue.

They became great friends since they were always assigned in the same room every year. They spent the mornings helping each other out with their hair and the whole night talking about boys and what happened around Hogwarts.

But boys are Marlene's specialty, that's why she kept giving Y/n and Lily options with whom they are cute to be paired with.

Even though there is magic with Marlene's skills, Y/n will still reject them. Y/n is very pretty, well, gorgeous actually. (A/n if you say you ain't, imma keep reminding you, you are gorgeous.)

She has (Y/h/c) and (Y/e/c) that makes the boys stare at her all day. Her wonderful curves and height added up with her looks.

But what attracts them the most, is her smarts and attitude. She wasn't a badass, but she's very nice and protective of the people she cares about. Her smarts made her stood out because she is also intelligent and that amazed the other students.

But there is a boy that can outsmart her by a small percentage especially with Defense Against the Dark Arts.

"Oi Y/l/n! Stop placing your arm over Lily dear! She's mine!" "Stop yelling at people when they touch Evans, Potter. Girls are not yellin' when you touch Black!" She exclaimed causing numerous people to laugh at Potter.

"You shouldn't yell, it makes you dumber." She heard one of them said causing them to laugh. She glared at the boy behind the book, she shoved the book down causing a few goblets to shake.

"What did you say, Lupin?" "I said 'you shouldn't yell, it makes you dumber.'" He said raising his head and their face is close enough that it caused tension between the two. Arms grabbed them both away from each other.

"You know you shouldn't be giving attention to Lupin. It'll only cause you trouble!" Lily exclaimed making Y/n sit down and eat lunch.

"You know you shouldn't be that cocky when you talk to her. It makes her feel like she deserves the attention." James whispered and Remus just read the book again.

Y/n looked over Remus and he was reading the stupid book again. She rolled her eyes and continued eating her lunch.

Remus moved his book a bit taking a glimpse of Y/n chatting with the girls. He furrowed his eyebrows and continued reading the book.

A few weeks after the incident, Y/n and Remus are still against each other and would continue to make the other feel dumber.

Insults are thrown here and there. Debates would occur out of nowhere causing numerous people to stop whatever they are doing. And fights rarely happen, but if it would, it would mean for their friends to take them to each side of the castle to stop it from happening.

"Valentine's day is happening next week. Any plans?" Marlene asked the girls and Y/n slid on her chair and hid her face with the book.

She doesn't hate the holiday. She just hates the way people celebrate it. Kissing, hugging, pink papers, confetti, gifts, and even the chocolates are shaped into hearts and placed inside a heart-shaped box.

She just doesn't get it.

She's not bitter, tons of boys would give her gifts and letters. But the only reason she accepts it is because of the chocolates. The normal ones though. Her admirers learned that when she gave Lily the heart-shaped chocolate, she received from a Hufflepuff.

They're staying at the library, trying to finish their homework for Potions. It started productively, but when Y/n and Lily finished, Marlene and Alice placed it aside and they'll just copy it later, hence the sudden topic of the said Holiday.

"Frank and I will be in Hogsmeade the whole afternoon," Alice stated and Marlene nodded, she then talked about how one of her suitors would take her to Hogsmeade too but they'll be there first thing in the morning.

With the two Gryffindor girls having a date, Y/n and Lily would be spending the whole day together in the Library or Common Room.

But she was wrong.

One of her suitors miraculously made Lily go with him on a date. When she said this, Y/n immediately felt left out. Well, why wouldn't she? All of her friends got a date and she doesn't. Even though she has a ton of boys at her doorstep, waiting for her to let one of them in.

"I'll be staying in the Common Room then. Waiting for you three while boys will start flooding me with gifts." She said not sitting up straight to face her friends, but she can feel the sympathetic looks from them.

"Why can't you just say 'yes' to one of them? Maybe just maybe, they'll be your soulmate." Alice stated causing Y/n to sigh.

"It's because they're a bunch of boys and I know the difference between a boy and a man." She said remembering what her father said to her.

"Remember Y/n, a boy makes promises and they never fulfill it, but a man will prove anything without even promising about it."

"And a man will treat you differently than a boy would. So, pick a man, not a boy. Don't waste love for a guy who wastes their saliva with phrases like 'I promise you.' 'I promise, it won't happen again.' and such."

Her father's word echoed in her head and she smiled because he taught her to be careful with whom she lets in her life.

They went to the Great Hall for dinner and Y/n noticed the silence at the other side of the table.

Normally, four unruly boys would be making a ruckus, but tonight it was very quiet. She looked at the four boys and the three talked quietly while one was submerged in a book.

'Why would they leave Lupin out of the talk?' she thought but then realized, she doesn't care.

Same with Remus, he doesn't care what the three are talking about. He knows they'll just make him go on a date with one of the girls that like him.

"You know, Remus. Going out to a date is good for you." James said trying to convince the sandy-haired boy.

He knows when they start to use First name basis, it’s either serious or very personal.

And he knows this isn’t a serious matter.

"Oh really? Why is that?" "Because you can relax and enjoy your time here at Hogwarts," Sirius said stealing Remus' book and holding it up.

"Give it back, Sirius!" He exclaimed causing a few students to look at them. Sirius stood up and still held it high, he knows he'll be able to reach the book because Remus was just an inch shorter than him.

So, what he did is he ran towards the girls and made Y/n hold on to it. "PLEASE TAKE IT!" Sirius exclaimed and Y/n took it, she is very oblivious to what is happening so she just took it and flipped through it.

"Sirius giv-" Remus reached the girls' side and he looked at Y/n, she looked at the book and realized it was Lupin's.

"DON'T GIVE IT BACK UNLESS REMUS GETS A DATE WITH SOMEONE!" James yelled and it caused the other girls to facepalm because he forgot they weren't the only ones there.

"No, she'll give it back. Won't you, Y/n?" Remus asked, reaching his hand out to take the book and Y/n looked at Black to Potter and Lily.

She sighed and stood up, placing the book inside her bag, and smiled at the people who were looking at her.

"Go get that date, Remus, then I'll give back your book." She said walking off and patted James on the back softly.

Her walk back towards the Common Room was very chaotic.

Well in her head at least.

'Why didn't you give it back?!' 'You wanker! Do you know what you just did?!' 'Were you proud of yourself? Because I'm not!' When she reached the common room, she immediately headed towards her room and that’s when she dropped her bag and laid face down on her bed.

She didn’t care if she couldn’t breathe properly, or her bag was a mess on the floor, what she cares about now is that she’s screwed.

Big time.

The next morning, she heard people talking outside their dorm. She looked around the room and saw that the girls are still asleep. It was Saturday and, normally, they slept in, but the commotion outside made it hard to sleep.

“What are they doing outside our door?” Lily asked groggily trying to rub the sleep away from her eyes. “I don’t know. I’m going to take a look.” Y/n said standing up from her bed and wearing her slippers.

“What in Merlin’s beard are you lot doing outside our door?!” She exclaimed causing people to squeal and walk away. But a few people pointed behind her and she saw an envelope taped up on the door and chocolates on the side of the frame.

“Students saw it earlier but no one saw who gave it.” One student said before leaving the scene.

Lily stood behind her and removed the letter while she took the chocolates inside, placing them beside the door and walking back again to her bed to continue sleeping.

“Just read the recipient and leave it, Lily.” She said covering herself with her duvet but Lily stood next to her with the letter, placing it on her table. “As you wish, darling,” Lily said and climbed back towards her bed. She sat up and took the letter in her hands.

To: Y/n Y/l/n

From: Your secret admirer, darling

Usually, she’ll just let Marlene read the letter and throw it inside her box filled with letters, but she has a feeling that she needs to be the one to read it.

Carefully opening the letter, she felt herself getting excited to read it. Unfolding the letter, there she saw a handwritten letter, a nice handwritten letter...

Dear Y/n

I’ve always admired you from afar, taking in every small detail from you. How you’d chew your bottom lip when you are concentrating, constantly tapping the end of your quill on the table when you can’t think of the answer, and how you let the sun rays hit your face every time you go outside for a walk.

No, I am not a stalker, but everywhere you go, we are also at the same place. And I would be there, trying to avoid your beauty and will fail miserably. You made me study harder for the sake of you getting to notice me. One day you will.

The chocolates are for you, I know you don’t fancy the heart-shaped ones, so I got you the normal ones from Honeydukes. I do hope you enjoy it, and yes, your friends can also enjoy some of it.

Have a nice day darling, hopes Merlin that I can have the courage to ask you out.

Your secret admirer.

She felt herself blushing, it was the first time she blushed at a letter from one of her suitors. She folded the letter and placed it back on the table. Standing up again because there’s no point sleeping now if she just felt giddy inside.

After taking a shower and finding comfortable clothes, she went to the Great Hall and ate breakfast by herself. Taking out a book and serving herself breakfast, a few minutes later, she felt someone sit in front of her, she placed her book down and rolled her eyes.

‘It’s too early for this.’ “What do you want, Lupin?” She asked annoyed at the boy in front of her. He smiled at her and she just finished her toast. “Can’t I just sit here with you?” He asked the Y/h/c haired girl and she just chuckled.

“Get lost.” She said looking him in the eyes. He sighed and looked at her seriously. “Just give me back my book and then I’ll leave.” He said taking a sip from his goblet and she shook her head.

“I can’t, you need to have a date,” She stated pouring herself water and taking a sip. “Besides, I don’t have it here.” She said looking at him and his face is just filled with hatred.

But his eyes beg to differ, she never noticed it though.

“You need to have a date before I can give you back the book, Lupin. I need to see you having fun with someone, or just a picture won’t hurt, good day.” She said standing up and taking her book with her.

Leaving the Great Hall, she passed by the three other Marauders and sat by Lupin. She continued walking until she reached the Library. She doesn’t have any work to do, giving her a free weekend.

She sat down at a table near the window and continued reading her book, taking a break from time to time and stare out of the window. A few first years were enjoying the sun and having fun, giving all of their energy from running around the yard. Continuing to stare outside, she felt a pair of eyes looking at the back of her head.

She turned around and saw a guy sitting a few tables away from her, trying to fix his posture like he wasn’t staring at her for a while. When she got back to her book, she saw in her peripheral vision the same guy moving on his seat like he was nervous. She saw him standing up and walking nearer.

“Hi, m-may I sit down?” She lowered her book and saw the guy, black hair that’s a bit messy, green eyes, and tanned skin. ‘And who might this be?’ “Sure.” She said sitting up straight and placing her bookmark on the page she was reading.

“I just want to ask if you received something earlier?” the guy asked and Y/n tilted her head slightly indicating she was a bit getting the gist.

“Yes, why?” ‘Don’t tell me he was the one that left those.’ “Well, I would like to ask if you liked the letter and chocolates. I was also going to put a bouquet but I don’t exactly know if you like roses or not.” He said like his nervousness was starting to decrease.

“Oh um-,” Y/n started blushing at the thought of this guy giving them gifts and writing the letter. “Thank you, and um I’m not a fan of bouquets. A single rose is fine.” She said paying attention to how the guy leaned forward on his seat and gave a laugh. “Well, I should give you one then.” Y/n didn’t understand and this caused the guy to smile at her, waiting for her reply.

“Oh, what was that?” “I would like to ask you out on a date this Valentine’s Day, around Hogsmeade or anywhere of course.” He said and Y/n thought carefully. “Okay, Mr.-?” “Mr. Hollis, Lerius Hollis.” He smiled at Y/n, she almost forgot what she was about to say when she saw him smiling.

“Mr. Hollis, I will go out with you. But if there are any tricks to this date, I will tear you into shreds.” She stated leaning in also. Her mind is all over the place, she can’t understand why she said yes, or why his cologne smells so good.

The guy stood up and gave a shy wave, “I must get going then, I’ll find you more presents!” He said but Y/n halted him and asked his house. “Slytherin.” He said smirking and waving goodbye again.

‘Oh boy.’

‘Slytherin house. Slytherin! And why did I say yes?!’ She scolded herself in her mind while walking back towards the common room. Two Second Years went out of the hole and she let herself in. Walking inside she heard the usual commotion of the three Marauders and students trying to converse.

She passed by behind the couch and someone called her, Lily. She turned around and went to the table near the couches where the Marauders started to eavesdrop on the two girls. Sitting down, she can feel the gazes of the three and just shook it off.

“What’s up?” She casually asked but Lily can feel a different aura from Y/n.

“Are you alright?” “W-what? Yes, of course. Why w-wouldn’t I b-be?” She said fidgeting the end of her top and her eyes darting from her hands to Lily’s green eyes.

“Well, for one you’re fidgeting, two, you’re lying, three, you were in a rush going upstairs, and four, you look like a tomato.” She whispered to Y/n and she shook her head. Lily gave her a ‘you’re not fooling me.’ Look and she sighed.

“Well for starters, I got a dahtesh-“ she accidentally lowered her voice and it caused Lily to get confused, “You got a what now?” “I GOT A DATE OKAY?!” Y/n exclaimed unintentionally and some of the students stared at her, but the stares that never took off her were from Lily and the Marauders.

“You actual-“ “Yes! I don’t know how, but yes I do have a date.” She exclaimed and just buried her head in her hands. “Well, who is he then?” She squealed at the new voice but then relaxed when she realizes it was just Black.

“Why do you care?” She asked raising an eyebrow at him. He flipped his hair and leaned in. “Because I want to hear some gossip from you.” He said acting like a girl, she looked at the other three and Remus is also listening.

Normally he wouldn’t care, but today was different.

“Well, his name is-“ “House?” James intervenes, Y/n looked confused but still answered James’ question. “Slytherin.” Once she said that questions started flying out of the lips of three Marauders and her best friend Lily.

“Don’t date him.” “Cancel it.” “Why’d you say yes?” “Are you serious?” “No, I’m Sirius.” “Not the point Black!” “How could you betray us?” “Where is he taking you?” “Does he have great hair like mine?” “Not the point Black/Padfoot!”

Once they were finished, Y/n was already crossing her arms and reclining in her chair looking at them confused.

“It’ll be just one date.” She said standing up and taking her book. “Besides, it’s Valentine’s Day. Might as well give it a go.” Walking towards the staircases, she can still feel their gazes and sighed.

Thursday, four days after the incident with the Marauders and Lily, she’s still busy with school works but Lerius continues to give her letters and sweets. Nearing Valentine’s Day, she was worried that he might not have anything more to give.

‘He’s a Slytherin for Merlin’s sake, he may be rich too.’ Y/n thought while staring at the board. They are having Transfiguration and Professor McGonagall is talking about Inanimatus Conjurus. She starts to doze off but the bell snapped her back awake.

“I would like to have essays about our lesson today on my desk before Tuesday next week, understood?” The professor asked before dismissing the students. There, she was met with a person handing out a single rose, Lerius.

“Hi! I just wanted to give you this before going to your next and last class for the day. I couldn’t wait until after class because I’m scared it’ll wilt.” He said looking at her and she blushed. They looked cute together, with being Lerius taller than her and all. A few students around hollered, and even some of Lerius’ friends.

“Okay, mo-move it!” They heard someone yelled behind Y/n, it was the Marauders. But only one of them yelled, Remus. Once Y/n moved an inch or two, Remus passed by and the three followed. “They were having a moment Moony!” Peter started following and whispering a sorry to Y/n.

“Yeah, well I don’t care.” Was heard and Y/n just rolled her eyes. She looked back at Lerius and he smiled at her and then waving goodbye. “See you after class, love.” He pecked her cheek and it caused Y/n to heat up more. He waved again and walked with his friends.

She stood there dreamily following him until a tug was felt at her right arm, pulling her away from the spot. “We need. To go. To. History. Of. Magic” Lily said in each tug. Y/n finally moved her feet and walked with the three.

“So, you finally got a date, this is amazing! Maybe we can do a double date!?” Marlene exclaimed and Lily disagreed. “It’s her first-ever date, let her have it. Maybe if things work out at this date, then you guys can do that.” She said taking a seat at the front.

“Yeah, and if things work out on your end too Lils, we can triple date!” Marlene said, excitement gushing out of her. “Quadruple if it is okay with Frank though,” Alice added and Marlene clapped like a little kid.

“Alright, if the date turns out okay,” Y/n said and Marlene side hugged her. She giggled and someone tapped her shoulder and looked behind her.

“So, you are going? Aren’t you hesitating even just a little bit?” Potter asked her and she shook her head, “I am not backing out just because four boys don’t want me to go.” “I don’t care,” Remus added and she looked at him, he was staring out the window.

“You know you should also get yourself a date so I can return your bloody book.” She said and Remus shrugged his shoulders. “Already have one.” He said and just in time, Professor Binns came out of nowhere, making the room quiet.

She turned towards the front and got ready for class. She heard faint whispers from behind, “You have a da-“ “Yes, Wormtail. Now shut up.” She giggled silently and focused on the lesson.

Saturday, she can’t sleep properly last night because of her excitement. She got up once she saw the clock ticked 6, getting a sweater and jeans from her trunk and pulling out her boots.

“Someone’s up early,” Alice asked the (y/h/c) haired girl. Y/n smiled and looked over the mirror to see if the clothes were a perfect match. When she got her match, she hopped in the shower and took her time.

Once she was almost inside for an hour, she got out and wrapped herself in her bathrobe. She sat down in front of her mirror and started applying make-up. She made sure it was very minimal because she doesn’t like make-up. She then proceeds to do her hair and got in her clothes.

It was already 8 am and the rest of the girls are awake. She couldn’t wait anymore so she got out of the room first. But when she got out, she almost slipped from a parcel.

She closed the door and stood outside, she removed the wrapping paper and there she saw a portrait of her, sitting under a tree outside. It was a beautiful painting, framed and all. There wasn’t any signature on the painting but there is a card attached behind the frame.

Y/n,

I’ve been keeping a picture the same as this portrait, so as a gift this Valentine’s I made someone paint the picture and they did a wonderful job. I would’ve painted it myself, but my roommates couldn’t shut up about it. I hope you like it because I love it.

And that was it, no name or anything. She smelled the wrapper and she smelled hazelnut and cocoa powder. ‘Chocolates.’ She thought and she smiled. She got back inside and placed the painting at her bedside and placed it on an angle.

“Who’s it from?” “I’m sure it’s from Lerius, he always gives me chocolates and that’s what I can smell in the wrapping paper.” She said leaving them again and she headed towards the Great Hall.

Finishing up breakfast, she headed towards the library again just to pass by time. “Y/n?” She lowered her book and there she saw Lerius. He was dashing as hell, he’s wearing a shirt and he has his coat on top, his hair looked like he tried combing it back but it became a bit messy, but she finds it attractive.

“Lerius! I thought we won’t be leaving until 11 am?” She asked and Lerius nodded, he drew his attention towards the seat in front of her and she nodded. Taking a seat, Lerius, placed a box down so he can remove his coat.

“I just wanted to stay here for a while, we still have half an hour before we leave.” He said and he knew she was eyeing the box, “Yes, that is for you, but I can’t give it to you now.” He said and he placed the box inside his coat.

She pouted and Lerius saw this. He chuckled and she pouted harder, “I can’t give it to you now, it’ll ruin the surprise.” He said caressing her cheek, she absentmindedly leaned on his touch. She gave him a small smile and he removed his hand.

Lerius stood up and sat beside Y/n, he gently held her head for her to lean on his shoulders and he placed his chin on top of her head.

They stayed like that until they heard the bell ring at 11 am. They stood up and left the library immediately, almost dropping books Madame Pince was carrying.

They got a carriage and sat together. Once they reached the place, Y/n’s mood immediately changed from the place’s comforting energy. She’s been to Hogsmeade before, a lot of times. But today she knew it was different. She absentmindedly pulled Lerius and walked around with him, going in from store to store.

“I think we should have lunch first, darling. We have the whole afternoon for us to stroll around.” Lerius said and Y/n pouted but gave up because she too is hungry. They went to Three Broomsticks and ate there, they are very lucky enough to have a table, especially with lunchtime nearing.

“There’s a sight back at Hogwarts that I like. Maybe before the sun sets, we can go there.” He said and Y/n just nodded. Continuing with their lunch, Lily and her date got inside the shack and saw Y/n with Lerius.

“Hey, Y/n!” Lily greeted the girl and she motioned them to come over. “Oh, this must be your date!” She stated and the three of them chuckled until Lerius coughed indicating that he is not fine with what is happening.

“Sorry to interrupt your date, we’ll be going to our table now,” Lily said giving Y/n a side hug and leaving them. Y/n and Lerius finished up and Y/n can feel something is wrong with her date.

“Lerius? Is there something wrong?” She asked sincerely and Lerius just shook his head. “Look, if something is bothering you, please tell me. I want this Valentine’s Day to work out.” She said and Lerius finally said something.

“I just didn’t like how your friend intervened with our lunch.” He said harshly and Y/n inhaled deeply and nodded, “I’m sure Lily didn’t mean to inter-“ “I don’t like it.” He said with his voice going deeper and Y/n felt a bit scared.

“I-I’ll talk to her later.” She said nodding ‘why am I letting this?’ She thought and Lerius stood up, handing out his hand for her to take and they left the shack. But Lerius’s grip was getting tighter and tighter the longer she held on. She tried to escape his grip but it wouldn’t budge.

They stopped in front of Honeydukes and Lerius leaned in to whisper at her. “You can buy anything you want in Honeydukes, as long as you promise to talk to the rest of your friends to not intervene with our date any longer.” And he turned her towards the figures of Alice and Marlene almost nearing up to her.

“Hi, Y/n!” Marlene greeted and Y/n waved at her, Lerius gripped her wrist and she almost winced at the pain, she just laughed it off and started to talk to the both of them.

“Umm, Marlene? You remembered what we all talked about not disturbing with my first ever real date?” She tried saying it as a way she was joking, but she was hoping one of them to save her.

“Oh yeah! Shoot almost forgot about that! See you around then, Y/n!” Marlene said and waved goodbye, Alice also gave a wave goodbye and they went the other way.

“Good girl, now,” Lerius whispered in her ear and he opened the door for her, “You can pick anything you want, darling.” He stated and Y/n tried to smile, but the smile she was wearing since she woke up, is almost gone now since she’s starting to get agitated.

A couple or so hours later after walking around Hogsmeade, they decided to go back because Y/n tried to make up excuses as her feet hurt or she’s starting to get tired. Which were lies, her boots are very comfortable and they are made for her. She got almost 9 hours of sleep because she promised to rest early.

But Lerius gave her what she wants, on their carriage ride back to the school, they ended up sharing with a couple from Gryffindor house. Because Y/n said she’s tired, she tried to act the part. Leaning on Lerius’ shoulder, fake yawning, hiding her hands inside her sleeves.

She knows if Lily was inside the carriage, she would raise suspicions on why she was faking it, and that’s what she needs right now, someone to take her away.

They reached the grounds and the couple got out first, and Lerius helped her out of the carriage. They noticed it was almost 4 o’clock and there are only a few students outside because the real festivities is inside the castle.

“I think we should also get inside als-“ “Oooor, we can go to my favourite spot and give you my gift?” Lerius interjected and gave Y/n a grin, the grin that has her saying yes to everything today, the grin that she never questioned, the grin that made her shut up.

“O-okay.” She whispered and Lerius pulled her away, bringing her towards a tree near the lake. He sat her down on a blanket. It was a beautiful sight and she smiled knowing this is too peaceful for anything to ruin it.

But she thought too soon.

“So, about this gift,” He started and Y/n moved to look at him, he took out the box and moved closer to Y/n. He opened it to reveal a ring, Y/n stood up and Lerius looked at her.

“Why what’s wrong?’ “I-I have to go.” She tried to speak up but her throat wouldn’t let her. “No, sit down here, darling.” “Please I-“ “SIT. DOWN.” It came out as a threat now. She was scared but she doesn’t want to stay anymore.

“Fine! I’ll stand up!” He exclaimed and acted like it was Y/n’s fault now. “Now, this ring, it was my mother’s. She gave it to me to give it to someone.” Y/n already know where this is going, “It’s a promise ring,” She started to feel upset and wanted to run, but she’s scared to pull a string on Lerius to make him angry.

“And I promise that I will love you, take care of you. As long as you stay with me.” He said removing the ring and grabbing Y/n’s hand. “N-no!” She exclaimed taking her hand back but Lerius’ grip is stronger. When he got the ring to her finger, he tried to kiss her. Holding both the sides of her face and leaning in. Y/n slapped Lerius and to her luck, it was strong enough for him to bring his hand up to his cheek to caress the impact. She tried to run but Lerius ran faster than her, he got a hold of her but before he could carry her back, a group of boys started to come after Lerius and a punch was thrown at his face.

She sat on the ground trying to get away from the scene, she heard Professor McGonagall screaming at the people and other boys from Gryffindor and Slytherin started to break them up.

“Black! Lupin! What in Merlin’s beard got you two just to punch Mr. Lerius here?!” She asked and Peter got out of the other’s hold to explain everything to the professor.

“He was forcing Y/n to do something she didn’t want!” He exclaimed and Lerius turned to the stout boy in fury, “I did no such thing! We were just flirting and you four imbeciles took the wrong message!” He exclaimed and his housemates held him back from attacking Peter.

“Just because you were beaten up, it means you are the real victim!” Sirius yelled back but Lerius laughed, “And why should anyone listen to you four, you weren’t even in the scene! You four came out of nowhere!” “Well, it’s better to ask the subject of this matter!” They all looked at Y/n and she is still shaken up by what happened.

Lily came to the scene and assisted her, Professor McGonagall dismissed the crowd and brought them all inside her office. She took out a kettle filled with tea and gave Y/n a cup to calm her nerves.

“What exactly happened, Y/n?” The professor asked and Y/n gripped the cup tighter, Lily brushed her hair trying to calm her down. “L-lerius t-“ “Tell them the truth, darl-“ “Oh shut up you fool, let her talk,” Potter said and Peter pulled him back.

“He t-tried to kiss m-me, f-forcing me to kiss h-him. Holding the s-sides of my face and he made m-me wear this stupid r-ring- AH! It hurts!” She exclaimed and immediately placed the cup down and pulled her finger out. It was tightening around her finger and she tried to pull it off.

“What did you do to her!?” Remus exclaimed and held Lerius by his collar, the three pulled him away because even if Lerius’ height is the same as his, he was incredibly strong to pull him up the ground.

“Mr. Hollis, remove the ring from Ms. Y/l/n’s finger at once!” Professor McGonagall exclaimed and Lerius moved far away. “Why would I do that? She’s my girlfriend after all.” “Well, she wouldn’t be hurt if she is, wouldn’t she?” Lily spoke up and she’s starting to get angry too, Lerius moved and held Y/n’s hand to remove the ring. Once he removed it, he kissed the back of her hand but she pulled it back, he gripped her wrist but Lily stopped him.

“Mr. Lerius, you will be meeting the Headmaster tomorrow morning with your Head of House and parents to talk about your expulsion from Hogwarts. We here do not support harassment of any sort.” She said writing on parchment for Lerius’ parents.

“This is not fair! I’m the one with the bloody nose!” “Yeah, well that’s not my department. Go to Madame Pomfrey so she can tend to it. And take a stroll, it may be, well, it will be your last stroll here in Hogwarts.” She said dismissing the Slytherin students while sipping her tea.

“And you four, I can say the bravery and courage from the actions you all did is quite impressive. But of course, you four will be having detention but it will only be a week.” She said writing it down and folding it up. “I think Y/n here also needs to be brought to the infirmary, she needs tending for her finger.” “No, I’m fine Professor, but thank you.” She said giving her best smile to reassure her and everyone.

“If that is what you say, then I don’t have anything against that. You lot can go to the Great Hall now to enjoy the rest of the day, Happy Valentine’s.” She said and dismissed the students.

Their walk consisted of Lily assisting Y/n and the Marauders staying close to make sure nothing will happen. They reached the decorated Great Hall and they took their seats, Lily and Y/n near the front, and the Marauders almost at the middle.

They gave her food but she didn’t take any, when they gave her, her favourite food, she turned it down and stood up. “Where are you going?” “Back to the common room, I guess.” She said and the three didn’t ask further, they already feel sorry for letting this happen, but Y/n is mostly mad at herself.

Walking out of the Great Hall, she can feel other people gazing at her because she was the only one doing the opposite. She walked and walked until she reached the astronomy tower, she sat near the railing and just stared up at the sky. She knew going to the common room would be a mistake because she will be welcomed by thousands of letters at the front of their door or on her bed.

She got cozy that she almost didn’t hear the footsteps approaching. Scared, she reached out for her wand and pointed it out, but she was surprised to see the last person she wanted to see today.

Remus Lupin.

Instead of giving him a remark, she just stood by the railing and exhaled. “I’m sorry.” Slipped out of her mouth and she started to feel weak and a tear slid down her cheek. Instead of kneeling because she can’t take it anymore, a pair of arms wrapped around her giving her a warm embrace. Instead of getting a flight response, she nuzzled more and Remus took this as a sign to hug her tighter.

“Don’t say sorry, you don’t have anything to say sorry for.” He said caressing her hair to soothe her, she shook her head and kept saying it was her fault.

“If I wasn’t a fool then this wouldn’t happen.” She started to sob, Remus kept soothing her to calm down and they stayed like that for almost five minutes. She smelled chocolates from his sweater, his signature smell, she then realized where the parcel was from, it was from him.

Once she stopped sobbing, she looked up and saw Remus resting his chin on the top of her head, his hair is a bit messy but it looked good on him. The scars on his face made him look older but in a good way. She can hear his heartbeat and it was a steady heartbeat, it made her feel relaxed and comfortable. She didn’t realize she was staring until his green orbs stared back at hers.

She bowed her head and she stepped back a bit and Remus lets go of the hug, even though Y/n wanted to stay like that forever, she needs to remember he’s still her rival. Or was he?

“I never liked Valentines.” She stated and Remus looked at her, “Because it was the day when the first guy I love the most, passed away. He had a huge impact on my life and seeing him just pass away, I couldn’t accept it.” She said looking at stars, Remus never said a word and just listened to her story.

“He always gave me a little gift before leaving, and he would take me to Diagon Alley to walk around. He’ll buy me ice cream and he’ll tell me about his day while we sit in front of the parlor shop.” She continued and she doesn’t care if she’s telling this to her rival, she just needs to tell someone right now.

“Well, you’re a lucky girl then? And I’m sorry for your loss. How old were you?” Remus asked and she gave a sad smile. “10, and he was 49, turning 50. But he wasn’t lucky.” She said and Remus looked at her, “Dad, wasn’t lucky.” She said tears brimming her eyes as she continued looking up, trying to fight her tears. Remus was in shock and he couldn’t form any words.

“When dad passed away, in the morning I woke up, thinking he already left and my gift was waiting at my bedside table. He did leave, me and my mom behind. Mom screamed from their room and I ran towards it, the elf was at the front of the door bowing down. When I saw dad’s hand hanging at the side of the bed with a little box in it, I dropped on my knees and let my tears flow down.” She said and sighed but continued the story anyway.

“Mom and I were left alone in the house, with the elf and her sister visiting weekly ever since I came here at Hogwarts. She continued her job but she still feels empty inside. And ever since that day, I never looked at Valentine's day the same way ever again. And I was thinking, 5 years ago today, that I might be happy because I know dad wants me to be happy. But it turns out, Valentine’s is just a normal day. And I tried to celebrate it with a lunatic.” She finished and Remus was still there, staring at her the whole time she was telling her story.

“I’m sorry If I gave you detention and maybe ruined your date today, Remus. But here is your book back.” She handed it out to him and he chuckled. “I didn’t have a date, and it’s fine if I have detention. I got used to it.” He said taking the book back.

“But, what was about th-“ “The other day? It was just to shut the three up about my dating life.” He said irritated and Y/n just laughed at it.

“But I do like someone, and she doesn’t know it because I’ve been acting like a rival to her since day one.” He said staring at her again but she can’t get the point. “Well, you should go get her then. There’s still a few hours before Valentine’s end.” She said smiling at him and he smiled at her also.

“Well, I’m already here with the girl that I like. Besides, she received the gift earlier this morning.” He said and she realized what he meant. “S-so, you l-like me?” “I fancy you, Y/n. Merlin’s beard no, I think I love you already.” He said still looking at her (Y/e/c) orbs, Y/n shifted her body and she’s now looking at the boy who’s been her rival since day one.

Since day one, they’ve been throwing at each other’s faces with who’s smarter. Since day one, they’ve been up in each other’s throats. Since day one, they’ve been making the other one feel dumb. Since day one, they’ve wanted each other’s attention.

In every class they have, they would continue with their rivalry but it was only because they loved the attention, they loved how they acted like they were the only ones in the room. They loved how they would stare at each other’s eyes just to prove a point.

Every mealtime, one will start giving a snarky remark just to continue the cycle. Just to have a laugh for everyone. Just to have the other one going up and interact with them, hands touching or their faces almost closing in.

She realized it now, why she continues to fight Remus off, why she continues to quarrel with him, why she continues to study harder. It was for his attention, all of his goddamn attention.

He also realized why Sirius gave her the book, why the boys kept listening to her stories, why they gave him the map earlier. It was for him to finally say something, say all of it to her.

“This sounds cliché, but yeah we fell for the ‘I hate you, you hate me’ relationship.” She said and this caused Remus to chuckle. “And did it turn to ‘I like you, you like me’ relationship?” He asked, hope in his eyes and she nodded, she can’t believe that this boy that she’s been fighting with is the boy she fell in love with.

He’s the reason she became a better version of herself, he became the reason for her constant studying, he became the reason to wake up even if it was Valentine’s day.

He never promised to love her fully, because he already did that. He never promised to stay even if she was a mess, he’s still there.

He never promised to take care of her, he did that almost an hour ago.

Without being in a relationship, he respected her in simple and unnoticeable ways. And damn, that made her happy. He fulfilled everything without even being his partner. And Remus is happy that he proved to her that he is different from any boy.

Y/n and Remus just stood there, staring at each other’s eyes, continued to smile from ear to ear. They walked closer until Y/n is looking up and Remus looking down.

She got on her tiptoes and Remus leaned in, closing the gap between them with a kiss. A kiss that made her wrap her arms around Remus’ neck because it made her legs feel like jelly and Remus held her waist.

Pulling apart, Remus smiled a dorky smile, the one she always saw when his friends would make a lame joke. But the cause of his smile is because the girl he’s been liking for a long time likes him back.

“So, Y/n Y/l/n. Would you loooove to be my girlfriend?” He asked rather excited because why wouldn’t he be. He just kissed the girl of his dreams and she kissed back. Holding both of her hands and kissed them both, she just giggled and nodded.

“Of course, you idiot, I wouldn’t be kissing you if I wouldn’t like it.” She said and he looked confused, “I’m not an idiot, I’m smarter than you and kissing? We’re not k-“ He got cut off by her lips attaching to his again. And this time, fireworks set off. They pulled apart and just stared at each other’s eyes, hugging her and she just smiled.

This is an unexpected turn of events from all of what happened the whole day, and she’s glad she ended it with the right person.

BONUS!!

“Padfoot? Are you sure the fireworks should be facing this way?” James asked and Sirius nodded, “Yes, so they could see it.” He said crouching to see the angle of the fireworks. A rat ran towards them and James accidentally jumped at Sirius and the fireworks moved.

The rat transformed into Peter and he squeaked a sorry. “They are almost kissing again!” He exclaimed and the two immediately fixed the fireworks.

“No, it's this way, Prongs!” “No, this way!” “Don’t you start to ignite a fight, Prongs!” “Well, because it's this way, Padfoot!” “Don’t IGNITE it, Prongs!” “Wait, ignite it? Okie Dokie!” “Wait Wormtail don’t!”

“What?” Peter said but it was too late, the fireworks set off with the two boys still in its range. The two stood up and they are covered with dust and smoke.

“We said don’t!” “Well, Padfoot said it!” “I did not!” “Yes, YOU did!” “Hey, would you three shut up! My girlfriend and I are enjoying a moment here!”

They heard it from the tower and they shut up immediately.

“Thank you!” as they heard before James wiped a fake tear, “They grow up so fast.”

“Well, if it wasn’t for me and the stupid book, he wouldn’t get her.” Sirius said and James waved his hand, “No if it wasn’t for me giving him the map, he wouldn’t know.” “IF IT WASN’T FOR ME AND MY LOVE FOR HER, YOU THREE WOULDN’T BE ABLE TO PLAY WITH FIREWORKS, NOW SHUT UP OR I’LL BEAT YOU THREE UP!” They heard again and they immediately went inside to leave them be.

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TBB Character Thoughts

Where do you live Filoni I just wanna talk

Why are they white Filoni

Filoni answer me

Spoilers for TBB episodes 1 & 2 under the cut

Crosshair

There are two distinct instances where we see Crosshair being more than just the asshole character and I’m gonna talk about them

The first one is S7E4 of TCW when everyone is escaping Skako Minor and he and Wrecker are comparing kill counts

don’t look at me blushing about Crosshair being a top

But just look at Crosshair’s mannerisms when he says “no he won’t~”

Popping up right after Hunter assures Wrecker just to rub it in that he topped him killed more droids

The little head shake and shoulder shrug he does

And his voice

That’s not the voice of someone saying something cruel

That’s a straight up teasing voice

He’s teasing his vod like vode do

The second instance is in TBB S1E1 when they’re loading the marauder for their mission to Onderon

“He actually cried”

And ya know what?

I don’t doubt that Wrecker cried

But “hey, we both did”

I like to think that Crosshair, seeing a fully stocked armory with force knows how many (probably new) rifles, also teared up a bit

THAT’S the Crosshair I’m holding out hope for

But I swear if I don’t see him trying to fight the chip’s control

(Just like Rex tried to do)

(Just like Jesse tried to do)

If I don’t see that and he doesn’t get any character development beyond being just the bad guy

I’m gonna go feral

But maybe we do see it?

He still wants Hunter’s permission before pulling the trigger even with his chip half active

And Wrecker is a big target

Crosshair only hits his shoulder when they’re escaping Kamino

From that close range he misses a kill shot?

No sir I don’t think so

Wrecker

There was never a doubt in my mind that Wrecker would be good with kids

Look at him standing up behind Omega in the galley for intimidation like the ori’vod he is

And to see him interact with Shaeeah and Jek

“Uncle Wrecker!”

I just 🥺

Amazing

And can I just say that when they’re locked up on Kamino and he punches the wall the first time

He explains the sounds to the guard almost verbatim the way Tech did to him

Had me cracking up because the way he’s written, he would never say that by himself

He trusts Tech’s explanation so much that he parrots it back to the guards

Not to mention all the little interactions between Tech and Wrecker in both episodes

Them arguing about the hand signals

Him reacting to Tech’s teasing about his conditioning

Wrecker suplexing the droid which was hot

And maybe they’ve done it before, but all Crosshair needing to say is “knife” for Wrecker to know what to do

Great moment

And his SCAR

We get a so much more detailed image of it in the first episode

Like, I’m of the opinion that that injury is part of the reason he acts as childish as he does

Because are those or are those not electrical scars

His brain was fried

Them mentioning it at all would be nice

Give me more than big dumb guy

I love and support the headcanon of him being emotionally intelligent

Also, him going through the Marauder with Omega and they both fall asleep together is the sweetest

He probably showed her everything they have while talking about it

He showed her where they hide the snacks

Lula is cute and so is Wrecker’s poncho and hat

Tech

His confidence in everything he says is so attractive

He might be misinformed about some things, namely the inhibitor chips

But boy

Him being positive about where to hit the wall to break out of their cell

The fact that he could slice into imperial data easily even though he’s never seen those codes before

How he didn’t tell Hunter about his plan to impound the Marauder until after the fact because he knew his plan would work

The biggest flex

Also, I want him to hear Rex explain the true purpose of the chips

I want him to say “actually” like he’s about to say something

I want Rex to have undeniable proof of it all

And I want Tech to become progressively more horrified about what he sees/hears

Tech is Tech

He knows technology

He trusts technology

And look at what the Kaminoans put inside him and his vod

He immediately starts planning on how to get the chip out of Crosshair

Also he’s a secret softie with Omega

He probably researched everything about her right after they meet the first time

He’s upset because she’s upset on the farm in Saleucami

The way he reaches up to catch her when she drops down from the Marauder

“That would be dirt”

Like he can and will happily explain anything about anything to her if she asks

Hunter

Guess who just made the Galaxy’s Top 10 list of best dad’s?

Look at him trying to be a dad

You don’t know everything yet but you’re doing great sweetie

Immediate ride or die for Omega as soon as he finds out she’s some sorta defective like them

Also the way he goes after Caleb to try and protect him from the other clones

He just wants to help kids

Probably shoulda called Crosshair out on his acting strange more/earlier

He knows his vod, and Cross is not being Cross

The way he watches Cut and Suu to try and figure this parenting thing out because he’s just acquired a child

The way Cut and Suu look at him when he interacts with Omega

Cut’s like, yeah vod, I’ve been there

HIS SMILE

HELLO TALK ABOUT GORGEOUS

Also talking about gorgeous

Hunter in civvies

He wasn’t yelling at Omega because he was mad, he was yelling because he was scared

He was yelling at Tech because he was mad

I knew Omega wasn’t going to leave but him suggesting it because he wants her to be safe

So good, so pure

And he’s a great leader, honestly

He doesn’t do anything to put them in danger if he can help it (see: Onderon)

Crosshair says he’s missing the big picture but I think he sees everything, but he also knows it’s an incomplete picture

He just wants the best for his vode and that means getting all the facts straight before he does anything

Echo

FOR THE LOVE OF ALL THAT IS HOLY SOMEONE TELL HIM ABOUT FIVES

My man deserves to know exactly how Fives’s actions helped saved Rex and Ahsoka and is still helping to save other vode

He deserves to remember his last batch mate fondly

I love how he reacted to AZI-3

The recognition of his PTSD is a good thing as much as it hurts to see

Need more of that

Echo using his cybernetic arm as a shank on the droids during the training simulation is peak feral fighting

Also he definitely asked to get some kamas again

He earned his ARC status before and he’s not gonna lose that too

Plus he knows the kamas are hot

The fact that he’s complaining about the smell of their room too is just so funny?

Like it’s an offhand comment at first

But then he gripes about it again when Wrecker says it smells funny in the cell

“That’s because it’s clean”

All Echo wants is to kick everyone out of their room for the day and deep clean everything

And the way he acts because of Omega

“Harm her and you’re a dead man”

Completely serious

He absolutely would murder someone if they so much as scratch her

I wish we got more bonding between him and the others

He probably had that awkward phase when you find a new friend group but you’re still new so you can’t just be your normal weird self

He’s gotta build up to being just bantha-shit insane

Otherwise the others would think he’s serious about the shit he says

And be worried

But it’s actually nothing to worry about

I just want them all showing love to him and each other

Also, in case you were curious,

Galaxy’s Top 10 Best Dads (in no particular order):

Hunter

Din Djarin

Jango Fett

Waxer

Boil

Plo Koon

Cut Lawquane

Kanan Jarrus

Bail Organa

Chewbacca, probably

#the bad batch #bad batch #tbb #bad batch spoilers #tbb spoilers #spoilers #crosshair #wrecker #tech #hunter #arc trooper echo #character thoughts #i love them so much

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Kozume Kenma x F!Reader x Tetsurou Kuroo ( part 2 )

❝ i’m right here, when are you going to realize that i’m your cure, heartbreak girl? ❞

description: kozume kenma didn’t know the exact day in which he realized that he was in love with you. he knew very well that it was sometime after your first “hello”, but the exact moment got whisked away in the many memories that included you. the problem was, though, that you were in love with and in a serious relationship with the boy he claimed as a best friend.

genre: angst, pining, unrequited love, (characters are aged up as the story continues)

word count: 2,527

warnings/notes: next chapter will be more kenma!! think of it like a back and forth between kuroo and kenma's views but also.. not like that. ANYWAY i love feedback so please let me know what you think!! <3

tag list: @elianetsantana @vhskenma @jennasquishy8

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“ it was that summer i learned your number like it was my own. i still remember that first september driving you home. ”

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Tetsurou Kuroo was a very patient person. But when it came to you, it was the opposite. He fell in love with you instantly, like a grain of sand being washed away by a wave. And the second he realized his feelings, he told you.

You were a year below him, beautiful and intelligent. You didn’t attend Nekoma, but he always found you wherever he went. At the convenience store, you would happen to be checking out. At the mall, you would be in the food court. It felt as though he would see you everywhere, as if fate were telling him to find you.

Kuroo took his shot at flirting with you, though it was unsuccessful because the man may be good looking and quite popular but an awful flirt. You thought it was cute.

So, he was ecstatic when you told him you would go on a date with him.

And that little movie date turned into a million dates. Cue the montage of the both of you, giggling together and having the best summer of your lives. Cue the scenes of water gun fights and laughter, of dancing in the moonlight and falling down hills, of picnics and jumping into pools. He really did fall in love with you in the matter of two months.

He told Kozume Kenma about you the minute he realized he adored you. He told his best friend about the summer romance, talking nonstop about the girl he knew he fell for with ease. Kenma didn’t believe him at first, rolling his eyes at Kuroo’s claim of “dating a girl from a different school”.

But Kenma was observant above all else, and Kuroo knew that he didn’t have to prove it to him. He knew that the second Kenma noticed his lockscreen, he would know that he wasn’t lying.

“That’s her?” Kenma asked at lunch, eyes catching the cute picture of you two as Kuroo’s wallpaper.

“Yes it is!” Kuroo locked his phone again, showing it off. It was a selfie he took, both of you smiling and shining against the sun. It was his favorite picture.

But pictures only last a moment.

“Will you be my girlfriend?” Tetsurou Kuroo asked you one night.

You giggled, staring at the most handsome man in the universe, “Of course. I thought you would never ask and I would be pining forever.”

You were crying. That was for certain.

It was September, the crisp air and the reds and oranges brought the world to rest. But you were up, and Kuroo was a phone call away.

“Hello?” Kuroo asked the instant he answered his phone. It wasn’t every day that your summer romance calls you at the asscrack of dawn. In the middle of a thunderstorm, no less.

“Hi.” Your voice was small and choked. Kuroo wasn’t asleep yet, but now his body was fully awake.

“What’s wrong?”

“Can you come pick me up? Please?”

You didn’t need to explain any more. You didn’t have to give him a reason to put on some sweatpants, get into his car, and drive to where you told him you were. It was an hour drive but it felt like five minutes.

When he arrived, you were curled on the porch of a cabin with dried tears on your cheeks and his hoodie on (and soaked to the core). He parked his mom’s car and you instantly stood and rushed to the car as if it was the safest place in the world.

“Do you want to talk about it?” He offered as you closed the door. You hadn’t looked at him.

“Not really. Just family, I guess.” You shrugged. He watched you shiver a little.

“Here.” Kuroo reached to the backseat and handed you an extra hoodie he had laying there. “It was in my practice bag so it might smell like sweat.”

“Thanks.”

It was the most silent that it had been between the two of you, and you had been together for a little while. Not officially, but a summer’s worth. Small sniffles and little sounds of the rain hit the window were the only sounds.

He decided to reach across the seat and place a hand on your thigh. You shivered at the touch and instantly started to cry harder, grabbing his hand with both of yours.

With your two hands clasped around his, and his still grabbing your thigh, you finally told him of that night. Through tears, you told him about how your family wanted to go to this cabin on the lake for a little get away before it got too cold, but it quickly turned into a million different fights. You told him about how awful your family life usually was, and why you are constantly out with him or with your friends from your school. You told him everything. And he listened.

By the time you were done, you were nearly home. Your eyes were still red.

“You can stay with me.” Kuroo told you as he pulled into his house. You looked so small, with a red face, wet hair, and his hoodie swallowing you. You were beautiful.

You blinked at him. “No, it’s okay. I can just go home. No one is there and…”

“I’m not telling you to sleep with me.” He tried to lighten the mood. You let a smile creep onto your lips, he noticed. “I just don’t think it’s best for you to sleep on your own tonight.”

“I do want to sleep with you.” You said. “I mean… sleep beside you. Sleep in the same bed.”

Kuroo flipped his hand up to intertwine your fingers with his. You were still kind of cold to the touch. “Come on. You need sleep more than I do, and I had like nine tournament games earlier.”

Tetsurou Kuroo was a brutally honest person. His intellect matched his wit, and he knew more than he ever let on. He could very well insult you and compliment you within the same two words. But it was this honesty that started the first decline in the relationship.

But you fell in love with him anyway.

The sun hung low in the sky as the two of you laid on the grass. Kuroo’s legs touched yours as you leaned against his side. The air got cooler and the evening grew.

“You should meet my friends.” He told you. It was his first time offering. It was something that you were kind of nervous about, knowing that he had an entire team that looked up to him and knowing that he was incredibly popular. “I think it’ll be fun.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah.” He turned his head to the side, taking you in with a beautiful gaze. He thought you were brilliant in the sunlight. “I’m sure they think I’m insane, talking about a girl that they’ve never met and think I’m making you up. Oh, and you’ll love Kenma.”

“I finally get to meet the infamous Kozume Kenma?” You chuckled. He did too.

You’ve heard so much of the claimed best friend, and you were intrigued. He sounded like the perfect best friend, for both you and for Kuroo. He sounded to be the perfect piece of earth to ground the cloud that was your boyfriend.

“There’s a party coming up, you have to come.” He started to go off on a tangent and go on and on about his friends, his volleyball team mostly, and you just listened.

You kissed him to shut him up, and he stared blankly at you.

“You’re gorgeous.” you told him.

“And so are you.” he replied.

Tetsurou Kuroo wasn’t an idiot. He was actually incredibly intelligent and observant. However, he didn’t catch the sparks fly off of Kozume Kenma at the very first interaction between you and him. He didn’t see the heart eyes glowing out of Kenma’s head, and he didn’t feel the warmth Kenma grew at the very sight of you.

As your friendship grew with Kenma, Kuroo couldn’t help but be happy. Not only because you were getting along with his best friend, but because he could see how Kenma let down his walls with you. It wasn’t very often that Kenma opened up to anyone. For that to be you meant the world to Kuroo.

One day, after practice and then studying, Kuroo called you. “Hey baby.”

“Hey!” you answered after, like, one ring.

“What’s up, do you want to have a movie night or something?” Kuroo heard noises behind you. “It’s almost Christmas! We can watch a corny Christmas movie and eat terrible snacks.” Another noise from behind you. “Hey, where are you at?”

“I’m at Kenma’s.” You answered. Kuroo didn’t know why he felt his stomach drop, but he deflected it.

“Oh, okay cool!” He started to put on his shoes. “I’m on my way, then.”

“Okay! Hey, Kenma!” Your voice distanced. You were talking to the background noise, aka Kozume Kenma. “Kuroo’s on his way over!”

Not that Kuroo should feel jealous of you hanging out at his friend’s house, but he did kind of feel something in the back of his mind. Because Kenma had become your friend, too. And Kenma’s doors were always open (and he knew how important that was to you).

All of his strange feelings went away the second he entered the house and saw the two of you. The two most important people in his life.

The fights got worse and worse as the relationship continued. They started as small bickerings; “I told you that I didn’t want this!” or “Please call me back, I haven’t heard from you all day”. Simple things that could easily be resolved. They spiraled into a constant fight about things such as “what ifs” (what happens when Kuroo goes to college, what if this happens), and into the same fight about Kuroo being terrible about communication and about you just wanting to ignore the fight instead of discussing it.

By half a year into the relationship, you spent most of your free hours with Kenma.

All fights would end with you calling him. Or just coming over and not speaking. Or even just enjoying dinner with his family. Any reason for why you wouldn’t come home or talk to your boyfriend.

The fight at the time had ended pretty brutal.

You waited and waited at a restaurant, sitting at a booth by yourself. You continued to order waters, typing on your phone to see where Kuroo could possibly be when he promised you that he would meet you for a dinner date. You sat through the stares of the waitresses. You sat through free bread and free water.

After a couple of hours, you gave up. You weren’t even upset, you were angry. It isn’t the first time that he had left you hanging, and you decided that it wouldn’t be the last. You were so pissed off that you texted him one last sentence, “seriously fuck you”.

You stormed into Kenma’s house, rage seething off of you. Kenma only looked up from his game for a moment and moved over so you could sit next to him on the bed.

“I’m guessing the dinner date didn’t go well.” was all he said. You sighed, rolling your eyes and shoving your feet under his blanket. You were still dressed up.

“Don’t even get me started.” You huffed.

Your phone started to ding with Kuroo’s replies (finally, after hours of silence). You just turned off the sound and watched Kenma play.

For a while, you curled next to him and watched him play. He was extremely aware of your warmth, of your heat. He had to stop himself from putting his head on top of yours.

He paused the game. “You should answer him.”

But you didn’t want to. You didn’t want to sit and tell him for the million and first time that he needed to communicate with you. You didn’t want to answer it and hear his apologies. You wanted to sit with Kenma, in silence, and watch him play his stupid (but actually pretty interesting) game. You just wanted to relax after stressing for the past hours.

“Fine.” You clicked the green button the next time it rang.

“Hey babe.” Kuroo sounded solemn. Sincere. Guilty. “Hey. I’m so sorry I haven’t texted you, I stayed after practice for a while and ended up hanging out with some of the Karasuno first years. I totally forgot.”

“I waited there, you know.” Your voice was laced with venom. Kenma had never heard you speak like that, and frankly, he was a little bit scared of you. “I waited. For hours. In the fucking restaurant, Tetsurou.”

Tetsurou. He had never heard you call him that.

“I know, I know. I’m so sorry. You should’ve reminded me!”

“I should have reminded you?” You let out a laugh. Kenma tilted his head. “I should have reminded you? Did you not read my texts or are you just blind? Don’t you turn this on me like you always fucking do.”

It spiraled from there. Halfway through the fight, you turned to Kenma. You muted yourself, vaguely listening to him argue over the speaker.

“I’m sorry. I’ll go outside.”

“It’s okay.” Kenma shrugged. “It isn’t like it’s the first time.”

You bit the inside of your mouth. You squeezed his shoulder before getting back on the phone, heading outside. You mouthed another apology to him as you left.

Things weren’t always that way. The fights and the arguments were just between the love and affection. Because Tetsurou Kuroo really did love you, and you loved him.

It was coming to the end of his third year, and the majority of your time consisted of spending a lot of time with him. You were laying with him at his house. His body was wrapped around yours, your back against his chest.

“Hey, you should join us for the trip this summer.” He asked.

It was still months away. The graduated third years from Nekoma and some from other schools that you’ve seen them go against (Fukurodani Academy, Karasuno, Aobajohsai, some others you couldn’t think of). It was basically “let’s get all of the volleyball boys, and our girlfriends, and get away for the summer after we graduate and get drunk/high every night”.

“Really?” You turned around in his arms. His hand didn’t leave your waist. “You really want me to come along? I thought it was supposed to be just the volleyball boys.”

“No, I know Bokuto is bringing his girlfriend. And so is Tanaka from Karasuno, and I think little Hinata has a girlfriend now too.” Kuroo smiled at you. “You should come. I really want you there.”

You pecked his lips. “Yeah, of course I’ll come.”

That’s how you ended up in the backseat of Kotaro Bokuto’s car in between Kuroo and Kenma on your way to a cabin by a lake.

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