rainyloveangel

[ellecdc]

girl girl hear me out YAPPER GF X REGULUS!! Pls pls pls like u could do anything u wanted with them!!! I have a few ideas (take any or none)

May be she just walks up to him one day like clearly wanting to befriend him cuz she has a lil crush and just starts yapping about how the great hall had her fave pastry for breakfast today and he's so confused but also intrigued and then she starts sitting next to him in classes and asking him to hang out at hogsmead and she just yaps and sometimes she thinks may be he zones out but then he'll bring up this super niche detail she mentioned last time like "hey what happened to that quill you forgot in the potions lecture?"

they r already dating and she worries she's too much energy and talk for him and tries to be quiet and he's just like r u sick? R u mad at me? What's wrong u haven't gone on a 30 min description/rant about ur day

3. May be someone else brings up she talks a lot and Reggie defends her?

you guys really love your bubbly/talkative readers with Regulus, don't you? (so do i); thanks for your request!

Regulus Black x yapper!reader who didn't think he was actually listening

CW: fem!reader, rolling thoughts, brief mention of difficulty making friends, people talking about reader behind her back, swear words (on ellecdc? nooo [sarcasm])

Your family said that you had an incessant need to fill silence from the moment you could talk. 

“If there’s a room with our daughter in it, you can be certain that it won’t be quiet.” Your mum had proclaimed as she beamed at you lovingly one day.

While it was certainly a trait that your family had always found rather endearing, you felt that it made it particularly difficult making friends once you began attending Hogwarts. 

But the friends you managed to make loved you for it, and they had often stated “you can call her what you want but you can’t call her boring.” 

That didn’t mean your other classmates appreciated your stories or tangents, though. 

Which is how you ended up serving numerous detentions for speaking during class or lectures and disturbing the students around you, and how you’d been cycled through numerous seat partners in potions class. 

And that is how poor Regulus Black ended up stuck sharing a worktable with the likes of you.

He didn’t seem to mind, though. And if he did, well, he certainly never said anything about it.

You were quite sure he tuned you out during your rambles, hardly ever sparing you a glance and keeping his eyes trained on his parchment in front of him as he took dutiful notes during lectures.

Couldn’t be you, however.

No.

You were too busy lamenting about the fact that you couldn’t get more than twenty feet to the mooncalf herd up the hill behind the quidditch pitch before they would all run off. They only came out at night, you see, and you wanted to take some photos of them. Some photos turned into midnight picnics, and picnics turned into sharing apple slices by means of throwing them towards the bug-eyed beasts and watching them argue over the slice until you threw another. But even after feeding them forty seven apples and counting at this point (Winky the house elf from the kitchen was not pleased with you), they still wouldn’t let you get any closer to them.

Your next course of action was to try a smellier and higher value treat; you wondered then if mooncalves could have tuna? Tuna was certainly smelly enough. Well, if you couldn’t entice the mooncalves, you’d certainly entice a cat or two. 

You wondered then if mooncalves and cats got along? Kneazles were nearly the same size as the poor beasts, but cats were much smaller. You figured cats would look at a mooncalf the same way they’d look at a goat. 

You’d seen a cat ride a goat once, not many people believed you, though. You’d have to learn how to make a pensieve one day just to prove it to everyone. You didn’t much care for goats, though; something about their square pupils seemed alien to you. 

Which seemed odd considering there were numerous beasts in the magical world that really were quite alien, yet it was  goats that did it for you.

And why were they always associated with the devil? Was it because of the square pupils? Do you think there’d be a book that explained that?

But you didn’t even realise that the period had ended until Regulus stood and collected his books, offering you a curt nod before leaving the classroom. 

Fuck….do you think he’d let you copy his notes? 

⋆⁺₊⋆ ☀︎ ⋆⁺₊⋆⁺₊⋆ ☀︎ ⋆⁺₊⋆⁺₊⋆ ☀︎ ⋆⁺₊⋆⁺₊⋆ ☀︎ ⋆⁺₊⋆⁺₊⋆ ☀︎ ⋆⁺₊⋆⁺₊⋆ ☀︎ ⋆⁺₊⋆

Merlin’s tits, she never stops talking! I feel bad for the poor sod stuck next to her; Black probably wants to avada himself every class. You heard a classmate mutter as you walked to your workbench, movements slowed as you lowered yourself into your chair and tried not to let their words hurt you. 

You were used to the comments, you were used to the sentiment honestly; did they think it was easy being you? Did they think you didn’t get tired of listening to yourself too? 

Of course you did, it was exhausting; your brain never stopped moving, and apparently, neither did your mouth.

But it did hurt a little, perhaps because Regulus had been quite gracious about it thus far. He had listened to you carry on about the astrological significance of space waste and how that was affecting the magic of the stars. He had listened to you bemoan about the positive impact that centaur migration had on local flora and fauna and how the fencing of fields and forests was going to cause unimaginable damage to the life cycles of such. He also had listened to your morose mooncalf story and the update the next day that you were able to order cans of tuna via owl to the castle.

And he’d not so much as bat an eye at you.

Certainly he’d have said something to you if you bothered him? 

Although, perhaps this was why Slughorn put him beside you, because he knew Regulus wouldn’t say anything; had Regulus done something to anger Slughorn? Was placing you beside Regulus less about you driving your seat mates crazy, but more about being a punishment for Regulus?

Well, you couldn’t imagine Regulus had done anything bad enough to deserve a full term with you as a potions partner.

No, you decided, you would not be his punishment.

So when Regulus entered class that day, and Slughorn read out the instructions for today’s potion brew, you resisted the urge to speak.

You were quiet when retrieving your potion ingredients, you were quiet as you checked and double checked the brewing instructions, and you were quiet as you waited for the potion to reach its boiling point. 

You actually thought you’d done quite well; you sort of wished you had started a timer, this may very well have been a record for you. 

Well, unless sleeping counted. Would sleeping count as being quiet? Oh gods, what if you talked in your sleep too!? You’d have to ask your roommates.

“L/N.” Regulus called as if it hadn’t been the first time he’d done so. “You alright?” He asked, ducking down in an attempt to meet your gaze as you watched a divot appear between his brows.

“Yeah? Why?” You asked, finding yourself furrowing your brows in solidarity; you found Regulus to be too pretty to look so worried. 

He shrugged his shoulders and straightened up, though the space between his brows remained divoted. “You’ve been awfully quiet, s’all.” He murmured quietly, and you were surprised to see a dusting of pink on his cheeks.

“Isn’t that a good thing?” You muttered perhaps pointedly; his eyes narrowing to match the furrowed brows. 

“Says who?”

Your eyes traitorously darted to the students who had been discussing your habits, and Regulus followed your gaze.

He rolled his eyes and muttered something in French under his breath as he turned his attention back towards your shared potion. “Those tossers are just mad that they have nothing of value to say.”

You more felt than heard a disbelieving breath escape your lips as you looked at Regulus in bemusement. 

He didn’t seem to notice though, as he continued to the next step in your potion and carried on. “Did the tuna work?”

You stared at him dumbly before your brain kicked back into gear. “I beg your pardon?”

“The tuna.” He repeated. “For the mooncalves?”

Oh.

“Oh.” You started, giving your head a shake as you tried to find your balance you had long lost during this conversation. “Erm, no, but I did indeed attract a few cats.”

“Ah.” Regulus offered, smiling at you (or at the expected poof from the potion signifying that the two of you had brewed it correctly thus far). 

“Also, I found out why goats are often associated with the devil, but the book you’d be looking for is Biblical in nature.”

You stared at him with your mouth agape as he continued. “There’s a quote where that Christ bloke mentions something about separating people from one another just as a shepherd separates the sheep from the goats. They’re used as a metaphor for the ‘bad’ or ‘inferior’ member of any group; it could also be understood as the divide between the pure and the wicked. I say goats got a bad rap, though.”

The next step in your potion brewing process was to allow the potion to simmer until it turned a milky white colour, so Regulus lowered the heat before appearing to remember something.

“I almost forgot…” He started as he began rooting through his book bag. “I asked the shopkeep at Brood & Peck, and she said this is a favourite of mooncalves; maybe you’ll have more luck tonight?” He asked as he held out a parchment of beast treats to you. 

“You’ve been listening? This whole time?” You whispered in awe as you took the bag delicately as if  he had just handed you a delicate china dish. 

His brows furrowed again as he searched your eyes. “Well…yeah? I’m rather invested now.” He explained just as your potion turned its intended colour. 

“Very good Mr. Black, Miss. L/N.” Professor Slughorn commented as he walked past your workbench. 

You were alerted to the fact that class was over when everyone’s potions were vanished with a pop and students started to pack up their belongings.

“You’ll keep me posted, yeah? About the mooncalves?” Regulus asked as he started walking backwards towards the door. 

“Sure.” You murmured, earning you a wide smile from the notoriously quiet boy. 

Yes… You’d be more than happy to keep Regulus Black posted.

[ghostfacd]

𝙄𝙉 𝘼 𝙒𝙊𝙍𝙇𝘿 𝙁𝙐𝙇𝙇 𝙊𝙁 𝙈𝙀𝙉, 𝙃𝙀’𝙎 𝘼 𝙂𝙀𝙉𝙏𝙇𝙀𝙈𝘼𝙉

pairing: lorenzo berkshire x fem!slytherin!reader

genre: fluff, sweetheart enzo, brief suggestive content, enzo is a big softie basically

summary: in a world filled with men, there’s lorenzo berkshire, a sweetheart and gentleman

Lorenzo Berkshire was a sweetheart.

Everybody knew that the down to earth Slytherin couldn’t hurt a fly even if he wanted to, and weirdly did not fit the stereotypical mean Slytherin persona despite hanging with Draco and his friends.

In fact, a lot of things that Lorenzo did were out of the ordinary for his crowd of people. Whenever Draco would pull a first year by their backpacks so their bodies would fling back, Lorenzo always muttered an apology after, offering the first year a cookie the next day. It was just who he was; he was a sweet boy, and that often meant he was also very clueless.

Sure, he was smart in his classes, but in everything else? Lorenzo was practically the virgin of all virgins.

“Her eyes are up here Enzo,” Pansy teased, watching as Lorenzo’s eyes finally shifted off your chest to look at Pansy in the eyes.

“Huh?”

“Well I know they’re nice,” you tease further, “but it’s rude to stare, y’know.”

“Oh,” Lorenzo’s eyebrows furrow, clearly confused. He’s either great at playing the dumb role or he genuinely has no idea what you and Pansy are inciting.

“What do you mean?” Lorenzo then moves his hand over to touch the gold colored necklace on your neck. “I was just looking at the new necklace you got. It’s nice.”

Oh. You didn’t think anyone would notice your new necklace. You bought it over the holidays when you went back home with your family, and had just started wearing it now.

“Thanks Enzo,” you say, placing a kiss on his cheek. He pulls back flustered, but he mutters a you’re welcome under his breath.

“LO BOY!” Lorenzo is quickly pulled into a headlock by no other than Draco Malfoy, who seems to find his friend struggling hilariously funny. “Oh what’s wrong Lo? Got your head in a knot?”

“Boys.” You and Pansy mutter, rolling your eyes as you both get up from your seats, heading to the much more quiet Great Hall.

- - -

The next time you see Lorenzo is in your Potions class. He’s on the left of you, and you’re almost falling asleep at the boring lecture of your professor. He always seem to talk more than actually teach how to mix potions.

“Pssst,” Lorenzo mutters to your partner as he hands her a slip of paper. “Be a peach and pass it to Y/N?”

Your partner, who has developed a little crush on Lorenzo only blushes, accepting the piece of paper and tapping you on the shoulder.

“Here,” she says, “it’s from Lorenzo.”

Your eyebrows quirk up, slowly unfolding the crinkled paper.

Your hair is pretty today

You bite your lip, trying to suppress a smile. Lorenzo just knew how to swoon a girl over, didn’t he? He doesn’t even have to try and your knees would still feel weak.

So my hair isn’t pretty on other days?

You scribble down, passing it back to your partner who passes it to Lorenzo.

His eyes grow wide when he reads it, opting to shake his head quickly.

“Not what I meant,” Lorenzo mouths.

“I know,” you mouth back, giving him a smirk. “Thank you Enzo.”

And you both end up more pink than the potions that were made in class that day.

- - -

“What do you even do in your free time?” Theodore asks, poking Lorenzo’s cheek repeatedly to annoy him. “Like read?”

“Like read?” Lorenzo mimics back. “Yes, I read. You should too Teddy, it’d be good for you.”

Theodore rolls his eyes, “I don’t need to read. And don’t call me Teddy.”

When you arrive in the dining hall, Theodore and Lorenzo already make a space for you to sit in between them. Usually, Pansy and Draco would be sitting across from the three of you, but today, they were off doing Godric knows what.

“Pans and Draco not here today?” Lorenzo asks, still focusing on the assignment he was finishing up before dinner ends.

“Nope,” you say, popping the p. “No idea what they’re doing.”

“Oh,” Theodore chuckles, “I have a few ideas.”

That makes the two of you burst out laughing, and Lorenzo finally looks up from his paper.

“What?” He asks. “What’s so funny?”

“Oh Enzo,” Theodore places a hand on his friend’s back, “never change.”

Lorenzo rolls his eyes, shrugging Theodore’s hand off. “Whatever that means.”

When Theodore finally heads off to the Slytherin common room, you and Lorenzo are left alone, the small conversations of the other students surrounds the two of you.

“Working hard on that assignment,” you say quietly to Lorenzo, bringing up your hand to pull a few strings of hair that were poking his eyes.

“Well someone’s gotta be the smart one in our friend group,” he says teasingly.

“Oh, so you’re saying I’m not smart?” Your hands start to wander, coming to each of Lorenzo’s sides to tickle him. He was especially ticklish around his abdomen.

“H-hey! Stop that!” He laughs, pushing your hands away. “Okay okay, we’re both the smart ones.”

“And Pansy,” you add.

“And Pansy.”

- - -

When you walked out to the lake that sat across from the Slytherin common room, you didn’t expect to find Lorenzo feeding the ducks. He was crouching, softly throwing a few pieces of crushed up bread at the ducks that now surrounded him.

“What are you doing Lo?” You ask, walking beside him.

“Not too loud,” Lorenzo says, “you’ll scare them away.”

He continues doing what he does before he runs all out, deciding to finally turn to you and throw an arm around your shoulder. “Evening.”

“Evening Enzo,” you say, pressing a kiss to his cheek. It was out of habit, and you did it regularly, but it didn’t stop Lorenzo from blushing every time it happened.

“I was feeding the ducks,” he explains, although it was pretty clear what he was doing. “I like them, they’re nice and pretty. Draco sometimes throws rocks at them, so it’s kind of my way of apologizing for him.”

You ruffle Lorenzo’s hair slightly, giving him a small kiss on the cheek. “Oh Enzo, you sweetheart.” But he doesn’t hear you, instead, choosing to admire the scenery of the lake.

- - -

“You know what’d be funny?” Mattheo says, already laughing before he could get out the rest of his sentence. “If we pied the girls. Pansy and Y/N.”

Lorenzo’s ears perk up at this, but he keeps quiet. Why was his friends always looking to get into trouble?

“They’d totally kill us,” Theodore comments.

“That’s why we have to do it.”

The boys had already gotten two pies and their plan figured out before Lorenzo could stop them. He watched as they hide it behind their backs, approaching you and Pansy who were both engrossed in your conservation.

“Wait,” Lorenzo mumbles, quickly following his group of friends. When he sees their hand from their back move as they speak to you and Pansy, he steps in front of the two of you, getting hit straight in the face with the two pies.

“Huh..” Lorenzo says, wiping away the whipped cream that was covering his eyes. “Key lime.”

“Enzo,” you say, knowing that this was probably one of Mattheo or Draco’s dumb ideas again. “You guys apologize to Lorenzo right now.”

The three boys sigh defeatedly, muttering a quiet sorry to their brunette friend who’s still wiping the whipped cream from his face.

“Why’d you do that Enzo?” You ask him as the two of you sat down on the grass. You’d finally got all the whipped cream off his face with a towel, and although Enzo won’t admit it, he was kind of grateful he did end up getting pied. After all, a pretty girl was cleaning him up after all, and not just any pretty girl, his close friend.

“Cause you’re too pretty to get pied.” He shrugs, which makes you smirk.

“Too pretty?”

“Well yeah,”

You laugh at Lorenzo’s honesty, and finally, you lean in to give him a kiss on the lips instead of the side of his cheek.

“Did you just-”

“Shh,” you say, grabbing ahold of his hand. “Just let me appreciate you right now. In a world full of just men, you’re a gentleman Enzo.”

And Lorenzo only smiles, knowing he’s finally got the girl of his dreams.

[illdowhatiwantthanks]

can you write a fic where emily is on her period, annoyed at work, irritated, and really needy but is lowkey embarrassed to ask reader for relief? reader basically then calls her silly and tells em she loves her always and then helps her? and heavy smut takes place

(reader also works at the bau)

thank u!! - and no problem at all if u don’t feel like writing this <3

I got u, anon! ❤️ Hope you enjoy! – illdowhatiwantthanks

Touchy

Emily Prentiss x fem!reader Warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI, graphic sex, fingering, afab body parts, menstruation, explicit language (let me know if I've missed anything!) Word count: 2.7k

Summary: You and Unit Chief Emily have had a secret thing going on for a while, but when she starts lashing out at you and the rest of the team, you suspect something's wrong. Turns out, it's something you are very capable of fixing. 😏

Emily sat hunched over a book that she clearly wasn’t reading, massaging her temples. She’d been touchy this whole trip. Touchy with the rest of the team, with local law enforcement. Thank god JJ was in charge of dealing with the press, or she would have been touchy with them, too. And now she was touchy on the jet.

Usually on the last night of a case, when the end was in sight or when you were headed home in the morning, or even on a night where she was frustrated that they hadn’t made progress, Emily would come to your room. She’d knock softly, in the dead of the night, slip into your room, into your bed, into your very body. And she’d be gone before your alarm went off in the morning.

You’d waited and waited last night for Emily to come to you, watching the minutes go by, then hours. You knew you hadn’t made any plans, nothing concrete. There was never anything concrete when the BAU was out on a case. But, nevertheless, you missed her. You missed the warmth of her body next to you, the way you’d talk and laugh about nothing while she sat in bed, naked, and smoked a cigarette after she’d thoroughly fucked your brains out. You missed the way she’d vent to you about the case or tell you something personal, something she wouldn’t tell anyone else, as you fell asleep together, tangled in some random hotel’s sheets.

You’d been seeing each other for months now and, outside of work, had some semblance of a typical relationship. But at work, you were just an agent and her unit chief. Friendly colleagues, at most. You and Emily were always careful to appear impartial. And you were profilers, so you were pretty good at avoiding tells that your relationship was more than it seemed on the outside. But you were worried about her today. She was angry and irritated and… not herself. You were trying to figure out a way to ask her what was wrong, but you couldn’t figure out how to move seats to be near her without arousing suspicion. Not to mention the fact that Emily would never tell another member of the team that something personal was going on. So she couldn’t tell you. Not here, not on the jet.

You tried not to look too interested when Reid sat down across from Emily, playing with the string on his sachet of green tea. “Are you okay, Emily?”

She made a noncommittal sound of affirmation, then muttered. “Just a headache.”

“You know,” he started, and you could just tell he was prepped for an educational monologue. “Headaches are simultaneously one of the easiest and one of the hardest medical maladies to solve, depending on their cause. There are over 50 reasons why one might have a headache, usually categorized into two overarching categories: primary and second–”

“Reid,” Emily snapped. “I am begging you to shut up unless you want to become one of the 50 causes of a headache.”

Reid shrank into himself, and you immediately felt sorry for him. Sure, he could come off as a know-it-all or annoying, but he was goodhearted and kind and smart and cared about the team. It wasn’t like Emily to belittle him.

When you’d all debarked from the plane and made your way to the parking lot, you waited for the other cars to peel out before approaching Emily’s. You tapped on her window and she rolled it down for you.

“What?” she growled.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” you asked, voice full of concern. “You seem off.”

“I’m fine,” she stated. “God, I wish people would just fucking leave me alone today. And stop asking all these questions.”

You were taken aback, hurt. You weren’t “people.” You were, for all intents and purposes, her girlfriend, everywhere but at work.

“Well, um…” you stuttered, unsure how to proceed or respond. “Do you still want to come over tonight?” She almost always did the night after getting back from a case.

“Y/N,” she groaned, massaging her forehead. “No offense, babe, but what part of ‘I wish people would fucking leave me alone’ did you not get?”

You felt like crying, but you’d be damned if you were going to let Emily see it. “Whatever, Em.” You shook your head. “I’ll see you on Monday.”

You watched Emily zoom out of the parking lot and, once she was gone, you let yourself cry. At least it wasn’t just you she was upset with; clearly she had it out for everyone right now. But still… Emily was usually different with you. She was softer around the edges, kind and thoughtful, a little bit silly. This wasn’t like her at all.

The more you thought about it, the angrier you got. How fucking dare she blow you off like you were no one!? She’d been rude and dismissive and snappy and weird with everyone this whole trip and, dammit, she was not going to get away with being like that to you, too. Either something was wrong with her or something was wrong with the rest of you that had pissed her off. Either way, you were determined to figure it out. So when you sped out of the parking lot, teary and determined, you headed not to your apartment, but to Emily’s.

You knocked angrily on Emily’s door until she threw it open, looking as pissed as you’d ever seen her. “Y/N,” she said, frustration evident. “I told you I didn’t want to see you.”

“Yeah, well,” you said, pushing past her and into the apartment. “Sometimes you don’t get what you want.”

You poured yourself a glass from the open bottle of wine she had on the counter and took a sip. Emily stood across from you, still massaging her temples and looking generally annoyed.

“What, Y/N?” she groaned. “What do you want?”

You set your glass down so aggressively the wine sloshed a bit. “What the fuck is wrong with you, Emily!?” you railed. “You’re being so mean and so… not yourself. Is something going on!?”

She sighed heavily and lowered herself into a chair and, for a moment, you thought she might cry. You surged toward her and tucked her hair behind her ear, holding her face, softly, delicately, in case, as she had all day, she decided to pull away again.

“Honey, what’s wrong?” you said softly, your thumbs lightly tracing the circles under her eyes.

Emily leaned into your touch and you knew she was finally there, finally at a point where she’d stop fighting and let you in.

“I’ve got fucking fibroids…” she mumbled, avoiding your eyes. “And I’m on my period and… they’re always bad, but they just make it so much worse.”

“Em,” you sighed, letting her rest her head on your chest. “Why didn’t you just say that?”

“It’s embarrassing…”

You furrowed your eyebrows. “Periods aren’t embarrassing, honey. They’re just a part of life. A shitty part.”

When she didn’t answer and kept her head buried in your chest, you started playing with her hair. “What do you need, huh? What’ll make you feel better? Do you have pain meds? You want to take a bath? Lie down for a bit?”

Emily pulled back and looked away, shrinking into herself.

“Hey, don’t start that again,” you scolded, taking her hand.

“Babe, just tell me. What do you need, hmm?”

She mumbled something under her breath, so quiet that you couldn’t catch it.

“What?”

“I need you to touch me,” she whispered, blushing furiously. “But that’s not fair of me to ask.”

You smiled, relieved. This is what Emily had been so frustrated about!? You chuckled and leaned forward to kiss her head, her cheek, then sunk your lips into hers. You felt elated by the way she grasped your shirt, the way she pulled into you.

When you broke apart, she was breathless, her pupils blown, but she still looked so deeply embarrassed, almost ashamed.

“Come on,” you said gently, leading her by the hand toward the bathroom. “And to think this whole time you were just really fucking horny.”

You turned on the shower, made sure it was the right temperature, and started stripping your clothes off.

“Wait, wait, what are you doing?!” Emily asked, leaning against the bathroom counter.

You stared at her. “What do you mean what am I doing?”

She gestured at your now nude body, as you folded your clothes into a messy pile.

“I’m getting in the shower,” you explained. “And you’re getting in the shower, and then I’m gonna make you come.”

If possible, Emily’s face reddened even more. “Uh… no,” she protested. “No, no. Did you miss the part where I said I was on my period?”

You gestured toward the steaming shower. “Did you miss the part where we’re in the shower so it doesn’t matter?”

“It does matter,” she argued. “I don’t– I’ve never… It’ll be messy, Y/N. I don’t want you to have to–”

You stared at her, mouth slightly agape. “You’ve never had sex on your period?”

She looked at the ground. “I… I mean, I guess I’ve never been with someone who… wanted to.”

Your heart broke then, just for a moment. For sweet, needy, embarrassed Emily, hugging herself in the corner of the bathroom.

“Well,” you said, approaching her and slipping your hands under her shirt. She gasped as you bent to suck on her neck. “That’s their loss.” You lifted her shirt over her head and unclasped her bra, quickly taking one of her nipples in your mouth. She moaned and sank her fingers into your hair. “I can assure you that I…” And you planted a kiss on her chest. “Very much…” You gently unzipped her pants and placed a kiss there, just below her stomach. “Want to.”

Emily pulled you back up and kissed you hungrily, desperately, as she kicked off the rest of her clothes, pushing you into the shower so she could discreetly remove her tampon. You pressed her up against the cool tile, letting the warm water rush over you both. It’s not that you were normally rough with Emily or vice versa, but you were careful to be particularly gentle with her tonight, knowing that her body was sensitive and in pain.

You kissed Emily slowly, deeply, making your way down her neck, across her chest, tracing slow, indulgent circles around her nipples as she let her head rest back against the tile. You could feel her heart beating underneath your tongue and it drove you wild.

When you crouched to move lower, holding yourself steady against her thighs, she pulled you back up, eyes pleading with you. “Just your hands. Please.”

You brushed a wet strand of hair off her forehead. “Are you sure?” You smirked. “I really don’t mind getting messy.”

“I know,” she replied, still breathing heavily as your thumbs drew circles against her hips. “But I mind.”

“Whatever you want, honey,” you breathed into her ear as you ran your fingers through her warm folds.

Emily shuddered and pressed her head into your shoulder, bucking involuntarily into your hand. You let your thumb idle around her clit, slow and rhythmic and gentle, until you had her panting and whining against you.

“More,” she begged, and you happily obliged, softly pressing two fingers into her pulsing entrance. You picked up speed as she pressed into you, her breath high and hitched, with small noises of effort and pleasure echoing around the shower.

“Wait, stop,” she gasped, even as she thrust into you. You stilled your movements, and waited for her to tell you what she wanted. “I feel like I might collapse,” she gasped.

“In a good way or a bad way?” you asked, both of you giggling.

“A good way, but…”

“Here,” you said, moving her arms so they were wrapped around your neck and inching forward so that your thigh was between her legs. You wrapped your free hand around her waist and planted a kiss on her neck. “I’ve got you, okay? I’m not gonna let you fall. Just let go, baby.”

Emily didn’t need any more encouragement, riding your fingers as if her very life depended on it. And when she finally reached her peak, when she finally let herself fall apart, nothing in the world could have made you let go of her. You held her up as she shook, her walls pulsing around your fingers, her mouth wide and warm against your shoulder.

“There you go,” you whispered, bringing her back down and planting fluttery kisses wherever you could reach as you held her steady. She shook against you, holding onto you, and when she finally found her way back to her feet, you kissed her again and again, all over.

“Feel better?” you asked her, cupping her face in your hands. She nodded and wrapped her arms around your neck in an embrace and, for a while, you just held her there, hot water pouring over you, heartbeats dwindling back to a normal rate.

“Thank you,” she said, her voice vibrating against your skin. She stood and looked at you apologetically. “Sorry I was such a bitch.”

You shook your head and kissed her again. “It’s okay. Everyone’s a bitch on their period.”

Your heart was in your throat as Emily let you wash her, let you lather shampoo into her hair and rub soap gently across her body, making sure she was clean and cared for. She was so soft under your touch, so soft and pliable, such a contrast to how she was at work with everyone else. She always acted so tough. And she was tough, but she could also be so soft. You loved that she was soft for you.

You dried her off, you kissed her shoulder, you told her to go ahead and get in bed, that’d you’d be right there. And when you returned and found her in bed with wet hair in an oversized t-shirt, you were struck by the realization that you never really wanted to go to bed with anyone else. That what you’d really like is to be in bed with Emily every night. Not just random nights on the road. Not just after the dates you spent at places you chose because it didn’t seem like any other member of your team would be there. You loved her. You were falling in love with her.

You handed her the glass of water you’d prepared in the kitchen, and thought about how not to accidentally tell her you loved her. She sipped gingerly at the edge of the bed and looked deeply at you.

“What?” you asked, shrinking under her gaze.

“Do you want to stay here?” she asked.

“Duh,” you replied, already climbing into bed next to her. “I always spend the night after. And we don’t have work tomorrow.”

“No, I mean…” She picked at her fingernails, avoiding your eyes. “Do you want to stay here… for good. Like, would you want to move in?”

You felt like the breath had been knocked out of you. “Are you serious?” you asked, gaping at her.

Emily shook her head. “Forget it. Sorry. It was a stupid question.”

“No, no!” You grabbed her hand and held it between both of hers. “I just… I didn’t know what this was for you. If you wanted to… keep it casual, I guess.”

She sighed and looked into your eyes and you knew then, you knew that whenever it slipped out, whenever you were ready to say it, she would say it back. “I haven’t been casual about you for a while now, Y/N.”

And you kissed her. You kissed her again and again, kissed her until she was giggling and squirming, until you had her wrapped in your arms under the covers.

And when she reached to turn the light out, when she curled into your body, you let your words venture out in the darkness, soft and quiet, almost imperceptible: “I love you.”

And like a light, her voice, vibrating against your skin as she fell asleep in your arms: “I love you, too.”

[dumpywrites]

Locked! - Min Yoongi / Suga

Prompt: Your friends locked you together for an hour so you can make up. 

Prompt request: HERE

Genre/tags: Slight angst, fluff, boyfriend Yoongi/established relationship

Pairing: Yoongi x she/her reader

a/n: imagining the atmosphere of BTS in the soop helps with the mood! :)

“Jin! Get me out!!!”

“Sorry, I’m only following orders!” 

Two hours before this, you were in your bedroom, contemplating whether you should really go to this short trip your friends had been planning for weeks. The idea sounded great in your mind until the very last week. 

You had been fighting with your boyfriend for a week now. In the eight months of dating him, this was by far the longest you had fight with each other. Yoongi was mostly, if not every time, the most caring and chill person you knew. The thing was, he was so chill to the point he would let a random woman touch his face freely, caressing his cheek like he did not belong to you. 

Sure, he was tipsy, at least that was his first excuse. But he was sober enough to see that his girlfriend was standing not too far away from him. Adding more to the fuel, apparently they used to work together and you had never even heard any of that nonsense. 

That night you refuse both to go home with him and his offer to take you home. Your dramatic self almost called a cab if not for Jungkook dragging you to his car, basically volunteering to go home early just to safe the situation. 

Must be the ego of the man, because Yoongi did not reach out to you after that. While he apologized right at the venue, you wanted him to come and comfort you, talk just the two of you to sort things out. But you two were alike after all, because just like him, your ego forbid you to even just text him. In your defense, he was at fault. 

And that was how you ended up in Namjoon’s private villa, where you were supposed to have fun with your friends. The sour expression was not leaving you anytime soon, not when Yoongi was also there in the room with you. 

Jin suggested a dance off on his switch. Man had not shut up ever since he got the latest copy of Just Dance in his console. Obviously you were not having it, so instead you just stood behind, watching Namjoon and Jungkook dance off to Rain on Me by Lady Gaga. 

“Hey, uh, Y/N? Can you get my joycon strap? They’re my room…”

You got up lazily and walked to the said room, completely unaware of the fact someone was already sleeping inside. 

And that was how you got into this whole situation. 

“Jin!!!” 

You yelled again, but this time there was no more response came from the older guy, only the sound of the boys changing the song to play next. Clearly, they were not planning on getting both of you out very soon. 

The yelling and banging at door awoken the other person in the room. You both stare at each other for a few seconds, before you broke the eye contact. You moved quietly to sit down on a chair, facing your back to him. 

“They locked us up.” You said while pretending to browse your phone, busying yourself on nothing. 

The guy just straighten himself up on the bed, sitting down and grabbed his phone and started scrolling without answering to your words. 

“You’re not gonna say anything?” You snapped. You were not having his silent treatment. 

Yoongi put down his phone and sighed heavily. “What do you want me to say?”

“Whatever.” 

You groaned, standing up from your seat, you headed to the other bed just next to his. You laid down and put the blanket to cover yourself wholly. If he could just go to sleep and run away from his problems, then so could you. 

Maybe it was the tiredness from the trip, but eventually you fell asleep in just a few minutes. But the sleep only took you for a couple of minutes before the cool weather woke you up, made you shiver. You tossed and turned on the bed, hugging yourself close. 

“Are you cold?” 

You heard the voice said. The ego within you refused to react, so you stayed unmoved inside the bedcover. 

His voice called for your name again for the second time, but still, you refused to move. It was the hint of gentleness and loving in his tone, or maybe just the fact that you missed him so much, you just started tearing up silently. 

“Can you stop being childish?” 

You heard him again, but this time the source of his voice sounded very near, as if he was just right behind you. 

And you were right. He peeled the cover just until your waist, exposing yourself from underneath. You were still hugging yourself, folding your wrists together under your chin, eyes all covered. 

He sighed loudly, before your eyes jolted open at the feeling the other side of the bed dipped in with the weight of his body. 

“Don’t.” 

You stopped him. Clearly at this point he was aware of you crying but you did not care. All you knew was that you would instantly melt the moment he touch you and you didn’t want him to win you back over that easily. 

“At least let me cuddle you, I don’t want you to get sick.”

“Just turn off the aircon.”

“The remote is in the living room. The one they have outside isn’t working.” 

You groaned. The universe really wasn’t on your side this time. 

“Ugh, whatever I’ll yell at them to get us out…”

“Okay, stop.” 

You looked at his direction and saw the frustration distinctly written on his face. 

“What do you want?!” You folded your arms at him. “You clearly didn’t want to talk with me before.” 

“I…” He found it hard to make out his words. “Look, I just—“

“Do you wanna break up?” 

It was an impulsive thing for you to say. You did not actually mean it of course. You loved him, you loved him a lot that you could barely handle not being close with him for a week. You could not imagine how you would handle an actual breakup with him. 

“Jesus, no.” He ran his fingers through his hair. “Let’s talk this through…” 

You saw how he stretched his arm, like he was about to hold yours, but stopped in his tracks. 

“Who is she?” You suddenly asked.

Yoongi looked to your eyes and went silent. He seemed to be in deep thoughts. It took him a few moments before he opened his mouth. 

“Her name’s Yujin. We used to work together last year before she resigned. Also used to be somewhat close until I found out she only wanted to get close to me because of my position…” He sighed. “Heard it myself, it was her words not mine. I overheard her talking with someone at our company dinner.”

“I didn’t know…” You said, looking at him sympathetically. “Why haven’t I heard about any of this? Aren’t we friends way long before all of this?”

“I kinda don’t want you to know about how dumb I was.” He raised his eyebrows and huffed. 

“But that night…”

“I know.” He looked at you directly. “I’m sorry. I didn’t know what to do. Everyone was staring and if I just push her or do anything rude it’d be much worse. As much as I despise her, I didn’t want to embarrass her in the public eye like that.” 

“But I don’t like seeing other people touch you like that…” You looked away as you felt your eyes getting glassy again. 

“Come here.” He took you by your wrist and you landed in his embrace. “I’m sorry.” He said as stroked your hair gently. 

“I miss you…” You said between sniffles. 

“I know, I guess I was angry because you just left and refused to listen to me.”

“I’m sorry too, I was just really jealous.” You hugged him tighter and you could hear him chuckle a little bit. 

“Are we good now?” 

He let go off you to take a good look at your face. His thumb swiped the remaining tears from your eyes and you broke into a smile, nodding at him. He smiled back, showing the gummy smile you loved so much. 

“What do we do with the cold now? Clearly they’re not getting us out until dinner…” He eyed you playfully. 

“You pervert!” You giggled. “But I’m interested…”

Suddenly the man went down from the bed and stood up. You looked at him in utter confusion. Just seconds later, he scooped you and lifted you up in his arms. You yelped loudly in surprise. 

You looked down to see him smiling with eyes full of lust—

“Yo… I think they’re fucking!!!” You heard Hoseok exclaimed. 

“Oh my gosh they are!” Jimin squealed giddily. 

“We still need their help to prepare dinner though…” You heard Namjoon protested in the background. 

“We can hear you, assholes!” Yoongi shouted back.

You heard a mixture of Jungkook and Hoseok’s laughter before the door clicked open. 

“Ayy!” Taehyung teased upon seeing you still in Yoongi’s arms. He had put you down but still had his arms around you. “Now that’s a sight we love to see!”

“Where the hell is Jin?!” You said, storming out the room. 

The oldest laughed at the sight of you looking pissed. “It was Namjoon’s idea!” He pointed at the other guy.

“I couldn’t stand the two of you fighting I like that.” He shrugged. “Plus, if you’re not fighting that means I get to sleep in my room alone cause Yoongi’s gonna sleep in yours.” 

“See? Everyone happy.” Jin laughed and clapped. “Now, go get the meat, we need to prepare for the barbecue!” 

You shook your head and smiled, seeing the silly guys. Yoongi walked from behind you and quickly gave you a kiss on the cheek before joining the chaos in front of you. 

You wouldn’t trade this for the world. 

Thank you for reading! 🍃

Prompt request: HERE

[sapphicantics]

Two Sides of the Same Coin | Chapter Two

Pairing: Regina George x fem!reader

Summary: After a nobody destroys the Jocks and insults the Queen Bee without a care or an apology, you get catapulted to the top of the social food chain next to aforementioned Queen Bee, Regina George, who now has to learn to share the spotlight with North Shore’s new bad girl. | Or alternatively, your ‘don’t give a fuck’ attitude sucks you and Regina into each other’s worlds sending you down a path you never expected.

Word count: 1.5k

Contents: mentions of violence, reader might be coming off a bit toxic but she’s meant to be cocky, angry!Regina, sexual tension???, explicit language, a little stalking, more shitty comebacks, think that’s all let me know if I missed any

Note: Well, this chapter took a different turn than I was expecting but honestly I think this is better than what was originally planned. Certain parts of this chapter made me cackle while writing and I hope it makes you cackle too so enjoy my shitty sense of humor

Intro - Chapter One

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Assuming it’d be a hell of a day might have been a little dramatic.

It’s been a day so far, sure, but nothing different than what you’re used to.

You’ve got a busted lip and your knuckles are sore from, for lack of a better term, bashing Christian Wiggins face in this morning and sending him to the nurse’s office. Perhaps, you’d feel guilty if it wasn’t for the fact that he busted your lip open first.

As often as you have been getting into fights, you thought someone would have noticed by now that you don’t ever throw the first punch - thus granting you the excuse of self-defense.

Though, even if they did know the jocks have far less self control than you and would never be able to refrain from reacting to the things you say.

Speaking of refraining from reacting, Regina has been watching you all day. She still is, right now. Well, technically Gretchen is watching you, but you know she’s doing it because Regina told her to and you know she’s gonna report back to Regina immediately because Regina told her to.

Seems a little obsessive of her, really.

Which is funny considering.

Whatever, you don’t have anything to do with that. If Regina wants to have her little minions following you around then that’s her business.

Also you’re pretty sure Regina intended for Gretchen to be discreet and not make it obvious that she’s watching you, but maybe you’re wrong. Maybe Regina wants you to know she’s watching.

That sounds like something she’d do as an act of intimidation, or even just for fun so you wouldn’t put it past her.

Either way, you know Gretchen is there.

You wouldn’t find this weird because you two do share this class. Normally, you guys sit on opposite sides of the room from each other, but Gretchen is now sitting three seats behind you - not too far away where she can’t see you clearly, but not close enough to where it’s obvious.

( Or maybe it wouldn’t have been obvious if you showed up to class on time, but since you didn’t it was immediately apparent that she switched seats. )

You ignore it because one: you don’t care, and two: what exactly are you gonna do about it? Gretchen’s already anxious enough having to deal with Regina’s bitchiness daily, you’re not about to worsen it by confronting her over something so trivial.

You catch her taking pictures of you and typing rapidly on her phone moments after you have this thought, and now you just have to confront her.

You catch her after the bell before she can escape the classroom, throwing your arm over her shoulder and steering her away from the door. She squeaks as you do so, tightening her grip on her belongings. “So Gretchen, mind telling me why you were taking photos of me when you thought I wasn’t looking?”

She stammers, her eyes widening. “I-I don’t know what you’re talking about. I wasn’t taking pictures of you.”

“Right. So if I took your phone and went to your messages with Regina I wouldn’t find pictures with live updates you’ve been sending her during class?”

Gretchen’s hand tightens even more on her phone if that’s possible, her knuckles turning white with how hard her grip is.

That’s answer enough for you.

“Yeah that’s what I thought. Do me a favor,” you hum, leaning closer to Gretchen. “Tell Regina, and I want you to tell her word for word what I’m about to say, to stop acting like a little bitch and sending her minions to spy on me instead of coming to see me face-to-face.”

Gretchen’s mouth drops open. “I can’t say that to her! She’ll kill me!”

“You’ll be fine as long as you mention my name immediately,” you wave off her concerns which is kind of a rude thing to do, but the whole school already thinks you’re a rude person so may as well uphold the reputation. “Word for word, Gretchen. I’ll know if you don’t.”

That sounds vaguely like a threat that implies you’re gonna come after her if she doesn’t say it word for word. You’re not, but she doesn’t need to know that.

“Go on, Gretchen, you’ve only got a minute and a half before the next class starts, and I’m sure you know how Regina feels about being kept waiting.”

You take your arm off her shoulders and after a moment, she peels out of the classroom, rushing off to Regina.

You sigh and shake your head, you feel bad for that because Gretchen did not deserve your threats and she doesn’t deserve the ire she’s about to get from Regina.

You’d apologize, but you’re sure you’ll never be able to get close to Gretchen again after this.

It’s too late to take it back now so you exit the room and head off to your next class on the opposite side of the school.

— — — —

North shore doesn’t allow students to leave the school early without prior consent from a parent or guardian, or under special circumstances, which you have neither of right now. They don’t really have a way to stop you from leaving, but they will call home and Principal Duvall will pull you into his office in the morning for a lecture, and those are headaches waiting to happen that you’d rather avoid. So even though you’d rather be anywhere else, you’re spending your free period — your last class of the day — lounging around in the cafeteria.

You’re sitting criss-cross atop a table, elbow resting bent upon your knee while your chin rests in the palm of your hand. You’re staring out the window, a single earbud in while Hayley Kiyoko plays in your ear.

You hum along under your breath, a faint clicking noise drawing your eyes to the cafeteria entrance. The doors burst open and in walks Regina, her eyes honing in on you like a target. Her fury is palpable even from here and it makes you smirk knowing you’re able to get under her skin — knowing you’re the only one able to get under her skin like this.

Does this say a lot about you? That you find joy in making Regina angry?

Yes, probably, but why shouldn’t you find joy in calling a bully out on their shit.

Regina slams her hands on the table in front of you interrupting your thoughts. Her glare is intense, and if you were anyone else you’d be cowering under her gaze. Instead, you cock an eyebrow, completely un-phased by the blonde in front of you.

“Something I can do for you, George?”

“You think you’re such hot shit, don’t you? You think you can call me a bitch and get away with it; with no consequences?”

“Oh, no, does the big bad Queen Bee not like being called what she knows she is?” You pout mockingly at her. “Is that all it takes for you to lose your cool, being called a bitch?”

You laugh loudly at that.

It stokes the flames of Regina’s anger and she yanks you up by your collar, your shoes scraping the edge of the table before landing harshly on the floor as Regina slams you against the wall.

Huh, look at that. Prissy pink princess Regina George has the muscles to throw you around.

This is quite the development.

“Congratulations George, you’ve made it about two steps further than anyone else ever has. Think carefully about your next move, lest I let my instincts take over and I fuck up that pretty little face of yours.”

“You have no idea who you’re messing with. I will ruin your life.” She growls at you, ignoring your words.

“Threatening to ruin my life,” you tilt your head in amusement, leaning your face closer to hers. “Seems rather obsessive of you, George. Perhaps you wanna kiss me first. That’s quite on brand for you.”

Regina’s jaw clenches and her grip on you tightens. She goes to speak, but the bell ringing to signal the end of the day cuts her off and you smirk. “You might wanna let me go. If anyone walks by they’ll think you’re making out with me and then everyone will be calling you Sissy Liz, and we can’t have that, now can we?”

Wow, threatening to fight Regina and bringing up her old friendship with Janis — twice, in two different ways — all in a span of like forty-five seconds is absolutely insane.

Regina scowls at you, her eyes practically alight with malice. She doesn’t want to let you go because if she does that means you win, that means you get away with disrespecting her for the third time with no consequences, and no one wins against her, no one is supposed to win against her ever, but you’ve done it twice now and you’re about to do it again.

She shoves you harshly against the wall one last time at the realization and, wow, you’re really priding yourself at the moment because the fact that she’s still standing when anyone else would be on the ground right now speaks volumes to your self-control, but then anyone else would’ve hit you by now so maybe it speaks more to Regina’s intelligence that she’s not.

“This is not over.” With that she turns on her heel and storms away, leaving you with a smirk as you watch her retreating figure.

[urdepressedslut]

You’re Mine, Sunshine ❝part six❞

♡ Pairing: Grumpy!Bodyguard!Bucky Barnes x Sunshine!Fem!Reader

♡ Summary: Bucky receives a morning visit from Steve, with the news about what was in the box. Bucky continues to think about what he should do. Should he tell you the truth about your stalker?

♡ Warnings: language, angst, fluff, stalking, hints to death threats, mentions of parent death

Part 7

Trope ⇢ Grumpy x Sunshine | Mob!Au Bodyguard!Au

Loud knocking had woken Bucky up from his slumber— his sagging body in the chair next to your bed, straightening.

He felt his back crack, along with his neck— the seat wasn’t the most comfortable. But there was no way he was going to leave you last night— not after you had asked him to stay.

He rubbed the sleep out of his eyes, giving you a quick look— smiling at your sprawled out form on the bed.

He made it down the hall and down the stairs, checking through the frosty glass before opening. His body was tense— on alert for a possible intruder. It was only Steve. Swinging the door open, he was met with a tight lipped smile— one that didn’t mean good news in his opinion.

“Good morning Buck. Sorry to wake you up, but this is pretty important.” Steve told him, and Bucky rolled his neck around— already feeling stressed for the day.

“Morning— yeah come on in.” He stepped aside to allow Steve to enter.

Steve walked in and shut the door, securing the locks before the two headed towards the living room to sit down.

“So what’s going on?” Bucky asked, running a hand through his hair.

Steve took a deep breath, rubbing his temples in preparation. That didn’t make Bucky feel better. Truthfully— he’s rather never see Steve too often. He felt like it only meant bad news when he saw him. Or maybe he just wanted it to be you two instead.

“Well trust me, I wouldn’t be here if it wasn’t important.” Steve added, and Bucky nodded for him to continue. “It’s about the box.”

At first Bucky was confused— having forgot about it completely after yesterdays events. But now with the mention from Steve, his mind spiraled. He dreaded to find out what was in the box— but he also was curious.

“What was in it?” Bucky asked the golden question.

Steve looked down nervously to the floor, taking a second to glance around— making sure you weren’t around.

“If I tell you— it’s not to be repeated to her.” Steve warned, and Bucky scoffed and shook his head.

Here we go again— the big secret that is being kept from you. When in reality, you deserve to know out of everyone. It was about you— a threat to your life.

“Steve this is bullshit— she deserves to know someone is stalking her for fucks sake!” Bucky complained, frustrated that he had to keep something from you.

The more he got to know you better— the more he truly believed you didn’t deserve this. He blamed his defensive behavior on the fact that he was your bodyguard— nothing more.

“We have orders from the boss Buck— I would think you’d understand that.” Steve pointed out.

“Yeah well, it’s not right. She deserves to know. She deserves better.” Bucky defended you, running his hand through his hair stressfully.

Steve gave Bucky a once over, looking at him like he had five heads. Steve was confused at his change in behavior.

“Seriously Steve, what was in the box?” Bucky changed the topic, clearly still frustrated but trying to focus on business.

Steve dismissed his confusion for now and got serious again. Doing another quick glance to make sure you weren’t listening in on the conversation.

“There was another note,” Steve started, “It read wonder if you’d squeal like a pig just like your mother.”

Bucky’s stomach knotted up at the sinister message, the way he was glad you didn’t know about this one. This was something that wouldn’t just shock you— it would disturb you to no ends— haunt you to your core.

“And along with the note was her Mother’s necklace.” Steve finished, and Bucky’s eyes went wide.

This wasn’t just a stalker— this was someone with bad intentions. Someone who already had blood on their hands possibly. Someone who was capable of sick shit.

“The necklace was a locket of her and (Y/n).” He explained. “We still aren’t sure if this has something to do with Pierce— or if this is just a secret admirer.”

Bucky bit the inside of his lip in thought, the whole situation making him uncomfortable— for you. He felt even more protective every time Steve came with bad news. For a second his protective side wasn’t coming out because it was his job— it was coming from the heart.

“She needs to know about this shit.” Bucky muttered lowly.

Steve scoffed, leaning back in his seat. An entertained expression etched his face.

“What happened to you Buck?”

Bucky narrowed his eyes, glaring at Steve for a moment before he spoke. His voice defensive— annoyed.

“What are you talking about?”

He wondered for a quick second— was Steve always this annoying?

Steve scoffed again, rubbing a hand down his face, but he wore a shit eating grin, a knowing look sporting his face.

“Miss perfect rubbing off on you?” Steve chuckled, watching Bucky furrow his brows in confusion.

Bucky tried to ignore the anger that built up inside at the nickname Steve gave you.

“The fuck is that supposed to mean?” Bucky pushed.

“Buck— you’re soft man. Quit defending her, the things her dad has said— you need to be watching your back man.” Steve warned and it only had Bucky boiling with anger.

Bucky was sick and tired of this judgement that everyone held against you— this persona that didn’t even exist. You were wrongly labeled as a monster. Bucky just knew it wasn’t fair, especially when you were as sweet as pie. The farthest thing from a monster. He had also seen a side of you— a sensitive side of you that made him melt even more. He saw through the cracks of your bubbly personality— the side that was secretly broken. It made him hurt, and in a way he related to you.

Another part of him hated the way you were able to break down his walls. He had built them for a reason, protecting his heart from the pain the world could cause. Then here you were, skipping right into his life— turning the walls to dust with just the touch of your finger. He felt indifferent about it all— hating it and loving it.

“You don’t know her— so I’d quit talking about her like you do.” Bucky warned, the air now thick with tension as Steve huffed in his seat.

“She could be tricking you Buck. It’s still early— you only just met her.” Steve argued.

“Again— I know her better than you ever will.”

Steve scoffed again, waving his hands towards him.

“Look at you, defending her,” Steve laughed, “You’re her bodyguard— not her boyfriend.”

With that last sentence, Bucky’s jaw was clenched painfully in anger. His hands fisted uncomfortably— his knuckles whitening.

“Thanks for the info— you need to leave.” He tried to say calmly. Although his face was red with frustration.

Steve shook his head, a flash of emotion that looked apologetic passing through his features.

“I’ll see you later.” Steve said lastly, standing up to exit.

Bucky stayed silent, with angry eyes— watching Steve walk to the door until he left. As soon as the door closing sounded, he relaxed in his seat. The air seemed to be breathable now that he was gone. He liked it when it was just you two. Things seemed easier, everything felt lighter.

You’re her bodyguard, not her boyfriend.

The words shouldn’t of rang through his head— but they did. Over and over and over. He was confused at his reaction, but wouldn’t of reacted any other way. Things would be different if you were everything your Father said you were— but you were the opposite. He knew parts of you now and was learning more about you everyday. He had to react like that, if your Father wasn’t going to defend you— he’d do it.

His being craved the lightness your brought— the peaceful aura you’d leave when you were in the room. He found himself wanting to head back upstairs to you— needing to drown himself in the comfort that was your company.

He decided to do just that— headed upstairs to find you. Without him knowing it, he walked up the stairs and down the hall— all with a gentle smile on his lips.

He opened the door slowly, peeking in to make sure you were still asleep— afraid that his knocking would wake you. He was shocked to find you sitting up, legs hanging over the bed.

The door was open, but your back was to him and he knocked anyway— alerting you he was coming in.

“Hey, is it okay to come in?” He asked, his tone soft now versus the harshness from talking with Steve.

You didn’t jump like you usually did, instead you turned slowly and sent him a tired smile. Your hair was messy from sleep, and your eyes were slightly puffy from just waking up. Bucky had to bite his lip to stop the smile from approaching.

God— you looked like… an angel.

You nodded for him to come in, watching his bulky form walk towards the bed.

“You sleep okay?” He asked, shoving his hands in his pockets.

He was suddenly feeling nervous around you, and he wasn’t sure if it was Steve’s comment that kept repeating in his brain.

“Yeah, I did.” You told him shyly, your cheeks heating up.

He nodded and avoided eye contact as the silence was killing him. He had so much to say, yet there was so much stopping him from doing so. He’d try again later when he didn’t feel so stressed out.

“Listen uh…” He started, sitting on the edge of your bed, a professional distance away from you, “I’m sorry about last night— I shouldn’t of said what I did.”

You grew serious but still kept a small smile etched on your face.

“James, it’s okay— you don’t have to keep apologizing.” You reassured him, waving it off like no big deal.

Truthfully, you weren’t upset with him.

He shook his head, his face flushed in embarrassment.

“Yeah I do. You’ve been…” He trailed off, wondering if he should go there, “You’ve been nothing but sweet to me since we met, and I’ve been… well— me.”

He dropped his head in shame, missing the way you were looking at him in awe.

“I’m sorry I’ve been acting like a dick most of the time— I promise I’ll try to be better.” He told you, and you scooted closer and placed your hand on his arm.

“James, I don’t want you to feel like you have to change yourself for me.” You told him.

Bucky felt hot under your touch, but otherwise ignored the feeling and totally disagreed with your statement. Of course he had to change— he wanted to change. He wanted to be a better version of himself for you. He hated that he did, but he couldn’t control it.

“I just wanna make it up to you, you know— for being a dick.” He repeated and you playfully glared at him.

“James if you tell me you’re being a dick one more time— I’m gonna slap you.” You threatened playfully.

Your words sounded goofy coming out of your mouth, but you didn’t expect the reaction from Bucky. His head leaned back and he let out a hearty laugh— one that was echoing off your room walls. You stared at him in shock— the bear was laughing? The bear was smiling like the cheshire cat. You were speechless.

Bucky wiped his eyes, noticing your shocked expression and smiled even more.

“Doll— I’d like to see you slap me. In fact, I’d like to see you beat someone up.” He pushed, the scenario playing through his head— it was adorable.

You shook your head, ridding yourself of the shock that had paralyzed you for a moment.

“Hey! I could hurt somebody if I wanted to!” You argued, crossing your arms in offense. But the corners of your mouth were lifting— his smile contagious.

Bucky had to hold back the snort that tried to escape, and just gazed down at you with a grin.

“Whatever you say doll.” He teased, loving the way you kept blushing at the nickname.

Why else do you think he keeps saying it?

You both sat in a comfortable silence for a moment, both of you content with each other’s presence. Bucky lost his smile just lightly before he spoke again.

“So— I wanna make it up to you,” He started, grabbing your attention, “How about we go get the baking supplies you wanted?”

You beamed at his suggestion, nodding you head excitedly.

“That sounds perfect, thanks James.” You said softly, his gaze giving you butterflies.

He nodded his head in a welcome, and stood up to head out of the room— to give you some space. You watched him leave with a look you had never sported before.

Something within you longed for him, even when you dismissed the thought— it’d come back stronger. You couldn’t starve yourself for the affection that Bucky had provided. Maybe you’d think differently about his suggestion, not thinking twice about it. But after witnessing Bucky defending you— your heart sped up at the memory.

You knew you shouldn’t of spied— but you had heard raised voices from the hallway and grew concerned.

Earlier…

You had cracked your eyes open, just enough to see Bucky’s back retreat from the room. The way his steps were sluggish— sleep still consuming him.

He stayed. Just as you had asked him to.

You opened your eyes all the way and felt the corners of your mouth lifting. Butterflies started to swarm your tummy. You had just woken up and he was already giving you butterflies. He had your day starting good.

While getting lost in a daydream about him— you decided to follow him. You weren’t sure what you even wanted to say to him— if there was anything to say. You just wanted to be around him, even if no words were spoken.

Sneaking down the stairs, you slowed your steps. Questing your breathing when you heard the sound of two voices. They sounded like they were arguing.

“What are you talking about?”

Bucky had sounded annoyed, the way his voice was edgier around this Steve guy.

“Ms. Perfect rubbing off on you?” The man called Steve laughed.

You couldn’t help the hurt that came to you from those words. You weren’t trying to be perfect— bell you knew you’d never be. You weren’t sure what you had done to earn that label. But you hoped it was some misunderstanding.

“The fuck is that supposed to mean?”

Bucky boomed, and you were sure if he was spitting those words at you— you’d be intimidated. His voice was thick, heavy with anger.

“Buck— you’re soft man. Quit defending her, the things her dad has said— you need to be watching your back man.”

The mention of your dad had you biting your lip, willing the tears to stay away. Of course he had something to do with this. You wondered like always— what you had done to make him hate you. You loved him and only ever talked highly of him.

“You don’t know her— so I’d quit talking about her like you do.” Bucky defended you, his voice laced with venom towards Steve.

Your heart sped up at the way he was defending you, no one had ever had your back like that. After your Mother passed, it was just you. You unfortunately learned that the only person that had your back— was you. It was depressing but that’s how things were. That was until you heard Bucky.

“She could be tricking you Buck. It’s still early— you only just met her.” Steve pointed out.

You opened your mouth in shock, confused and hurt with the way he spoke about you. You were talked about like you were a disease and nothing more. What did you ever do to him?

“Again— I know her better than you ever will.” Bucky hissed, the venom unfamiliar— at least with you.

“Look at you, defending her,” Steve laughed, “You’re her bodyguard— not her boyfriend.”

You were again— shocked at Steve’s words. But you forgot your own reaction and slightly peeked around the corner— trying to see Bucky’s reaction. From the thick silence that covered the room, you knew his reaction couldn’t be good.

Just barely you could see the side of Bucky’s face, and one of his arms. His metal one that is. You could see the metal fist shake, the way his jaw was clenched so tightly it looked uncomfortable.

“Thanks for the info but— you need to leave.” You heard Bucky try to say calmly.

You could easily tell that he was still angry, but was trying his hardest to hide it. You wanted to know why that sentence out of them all bothered him the most. Just the random theories flying through your head had you blushing.

You had heard enough, deciding to tip toe back up the stairs— and wait patiently for Bucky to come back up. Should you tell him you had listened in?

You found yourself stuck in an internal debate, until you had heard soft knocking come from your door. You knew who it was. You weren’t sure why you felt shy all of a sudden— Bucky had clearly seen you at a pretty low point. You knew you should tell him you were spying— but found yourself backing down in the moment.

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Bucky knew it wasn’t smart to be out while someone was threatening you. But he’d be damned if he let anything happen to you. He’d kill anyone without hesitation if they tried anything towards you.

In fact, he’d cleared out the entire grocery store just for you. Letting you roam freely through the place, in search of your ingredients without having to worry. Instead he kept his eyes trained on the glass doors at the front. He didn’t know if he has the power to request such a thing— but had done it anyway.

He didn’t miss the glaring men across the street, who obviously worked for your Father. They sent him judgmental stares— most likely sending a message to Pierce. Bucky knew he should be worried about his position after going against Pierce’s orders. But he was starting not to care. You were deserving of so much more than what your Father had given you.

He rolled his eyes, breaking his staring contest with the men— focusing back on your humming throughout the isles. The music was muted in the store, leaving the sweet sound of your voice echoing throughout the space.

He wasn’t sure if it was paranoia— but everyone that passed by the window and glanced into the store. He immediately labeled them as the stalker. He wasn’t sure if it was his brain desperately wanting to find them— or if he was just worried about you. He obviously was taking a risk bringing you out, but you didn’t deserve to be locked up.

He knew he needed to tell you, and with his brain going back in fourth in a stressful debate— he had found his answer.

He was going to tell you.

“Okay, I got everything. Ready to go?” You announced, pushing your cart towards the only cashier in the store.

Bucky glanced back at you, giving you a small smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes. He was still lost in his internal debate.

With a nod of his head, you headed towards the checkout. Bucky watched as you talked politely with the cashier— causing them to smile widely at whatever you were saying.

Truthfully he was too stuck in his head to hear what you were saying, but he wasn’t surprised to find you making someone beam. You seemed to have that effect on people.

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dating 101 (18+) part 28 - cody rhodes x reader

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pairing(s): cody rhodes x fem!reader, roman reigns x fem!reader, austin theory x fem!reader

warning(s): swearing

genre(s): college!au, slow burn, fluff, angst

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if y/n didn’t dig herself a deeper hole yesterday, she certainly had breached earth’s core at this point. with her head tilted down and austin chuckling under his breath, y/n desperately tried not to make eye contact with roman who was sat at the table conveniently right behind austin and directly in her eyesight. the tension was so thick that y/n swore she was feeling lightheaded from lack of oxygen.

“can they hurry up with the food?” she whispered, feeling scared that they were trying to listen in on her and austin’s conversation.

“how about i lean over, give you a nice kiss, and really give them something to talk about?” austin teased her, biting back a laugh when she flipped him off.

it was austin and y/n day, much like how they used to have in high school whenever they didn’t want to deal with their parents being all lovey dovey in front of them. although cody and ted wished they could have accompanied them when they invited them to join in, cody had a midterm that day and ted made plans with another friend group in between his classes. that left y/n taking austin everywhere around town, showing him all her favorite places and stopping by a few stores downtown to window shop. eventually, they grew hungry and decided to grab lunch at a quaint little hawaiian barbeque restaurant. y/n just hadn’t accounted for the fact that there was a chance that she’d end up seeing roman while she was out with austin.

“do that and i’ll actually kill you.” she grunted, locking eyes with austin and catching his playful gaze.

“i’m sure cody would get to me first.” he mused. just then, another number was called out by the workers and the two of them checked their receipt. “i’ll get it.” austin offered once he realized it was their food, quickly snatching the receipt off the table and getting up before y/n could even process that it was their number that was called out.

this also meant that the barrier between her and roman was gone, and y/n wished she had grabbed the receipt first before she checked if it was their food. she was instantly met with the sight of roman, jimmy, and jey all staring at her as if she’d grown a second head. and suddenly, jimmy was nudging roman and roman was standing up. but before roman could even take a step towards y/n, austin was quickly returning with their food.

austin sat himself back down in his chair, clearly having seen the way roman was just about to invite himself to the table and take austin’s spot. he took their food out of the bag, opening each container to check their contents before setting y/n’s food in front of her. “and your spam musubi, m’lady.” he continued, setting another smaller container in front of her along with her can of passion fruit hawaiian sun. he hummed happily as he handed her the utensils and set the bag aside so that he could open up his box. austin waited until y/n took her first bite before he did. a smile that he was unable to hide crept up on his face as he finally got food into his system, and the same smile reflected on y/n’s own features.

but the failed attempts at hushed whispers behind him were beginning to irritate him. although he had found it humorous at first, austin wasn’t a stranger to times when y/n was visibly uncomfortable. suddenly, austin set his utensils down and turned around in his seat to face the men. “can you just cool it for one day? she’ll talk to you later. but right now, i’m just trying to enjoy a nice lunch with my step-sister.” he asked them, catching a glimpse at their embarrassed expressions before turning back around and being met by y/n’s shocked one. “eat, baby. they’ll stop talking about us and assuming shit if they know what’s good for them.” he addressed her as he pulled up the sleeves of his shirt as a “subtle” warning to the men.

it seemed to work, because when jey stood up to get their own food and returned with them, the other men seemed to slip back into their own conversation that wasn’t focused on who y/n was with. y/n visibly relaxed, her tense shoulders easing out against her frame as she happily began to eat. “thanks.” she muttered in between bites, and this time, austin was biting back a laugh at how she was practically inhaling her food.

he forgot she had a tendency to stress eat.

“no worries. some people just need to learn to mind their own business, you know?” austin replied, this time purposely keeping his voice low so that they couldn’t hear him. he knew that if they had heard what he said, they most certainly woulnd’t be getting out of the restaurant without a confrontration.

“i don’t even know what i’m going to say to him before our lab tomorrow. like, oh hey! yeah, it’s not you, it’s me.” she huffed out as austin handed her a napkin, quickly thanking him before wiping her mouth with the napkin.

“see, that phrase only works if it’s not you, though. i don’t make the roles, i simply enforce them.” austin said, watching as she struggled to open up can before finally reaching over and opening it for her. “god, are you this worked up over it? you’re stuffing your face like crazy and you can’t even open up a can.”

“yes!” she said, rather loudly because it earned them the stares from the other patrons in the restaurant and not just roman, jimmy, and jey. she looked around with an embarrassed expression and waited until everyone went back to their own meals. “sorry. as i was saying, it’s not exactly a comfortable and easy conversation to have.” she muttered, taking a long sip from her drink the same time that austin drank his water.

they had fallen back into their own rhythm easily. y/n was talking to austin as if the centerpiece of her worries wasn’t sitting just directly behind him. in that moment, it was just y/n and austin in the world, and although they may not be out in a random field staring up at the stars and talking about their worries in life, somehow the hawaiian barbeque restaurant seemed to transport them to that place.

austin shrugged his shoulders, setting down his cup before picking up his utensils again. “rip off the bandaid. always easiest that way. besides, it’s not like you’re hesitating about who you’re choosing. it’s pretty obvious who you’re going to pursue.” he told her, his tone bordering an ‘i told you so’ manner that had y/n wanting to reach over and smack austin.

“well, yeah but i don’t feel good about leading him on. it’s not like i meant to do it, you know? i’m just stupid.” she muttered, wiping down her hands before reaching for her spam musubi. “want a bite?” she asked, holding the food out for austin.

he leaned over, taking a bite before sitting back in his chair. he chewed his food, and watched as y/n seemed to delve deep in her own thoughts. he spoke after swallowing his food, “we’re not having this same conversation, y/n.” he went back to eating his own food, muttering lowly, “impact matters more than intention. but you can’t change anything about that either. you just have to learn from it, baby. and i know you. you’ll bounce back from this, you’ve come back from worse, and this time, you have cody.”

she smiled apologetically at austin, reminding herself that maybe she was getting a bit repetitive with her own thoughts. she was just thankful that austin didn’t seem to mind still reassuring her in the end, no matter how many times he had to hear it. the two continued to eat their food, moving on from their previous conversation and simply taking the time to catch up now that they were both sober. eventually, their food was done but neither of them moved from their seats, leaning against their crossed forearms on the table to lean towards each other and continue their conversation.

she was so enamored with her conversation with austin that she hadn’t even realized roman, jimmy, and jey had all left soon after they finished eating. jimmy and jey had tried to wave their goodbyes to her, but roman had simply tugged them away before y/n could even look in their direction.

her phone buzzing was what cut their conversation short, and one glance at her phone let her know that ted was calling her. she showed the contact to austin, who nodded his head as if letting her know to answer it, before sitting back in his seat and fishing out his own phone so he could scroll through social media while she took the call.

“hello?” she answered, pressing the phone against her ear.

“you and austin done eating?” ted asked. there was an odd tone to his voice, one that y/n hadn’t ever heard before. he sounded as though he was trying to stay calm and collected, but y/n could just tell that he was bottling up something like anger.

“yeah, we’re probably going to head back to the dorms after this and nap. i’m about 5 minutes away from a food coma. why, what’s up?” she asked, already beginning to put her trash into the plastic bag. austin followed her, his eyebrow cocked up in question at her words.

“stay away from roman.” ted warned her.

she was taken aback by ted’s sudden words. she expected this type of behavior from cody, but ted? there wasn’t a reason for ted to be telling her to stay away from roman - after all, ted wasn’t the one that was involved in their drama like that. it was as if ted could feel her confusion through the phone, and answered her next question before she could even ask him.

“cody asked randy if he said anything to him while blackout drunk. it’s pretty bad and you need to be told everything in person.” ted sighed, still trying to stay calm and collected over the phone.

“i’ll fucking kill him!” cody’s voice suddenly rang in the background, and from what y/n could only assume by the ruffling sounds over the phone, cody had pulled the phone from ted. “sweetheart, you won't believe the shit i just fucking learned. i'm going to shove my foot so far up roman's ass for thinking he can just pull this shit on you.”

her mouth hung open in shock, and before y/n could even let her confusion be known, ted was already back on the phone. “don’t worry about that for now. knock once you’re here and we’ll tell you everything. it’s cool if you bring austin along. love you.”

before she could even say bye, the call was already over and y/n was left with staring up into austin’s concerned gaze. she was so captivated by the strange phone call that she wasn’t even aware that austin had thrown out their trash for her and was standing up beside her.

“everything alright?” he asked her, holding his hand out for her to take and guiding her out of her seat once she did so.

“the boys have something to tell me. they said you could come along.” she answered.

austin simply nodded his head, making sure they didn’t leave anything on the table or their seats before he was already leading y/n out of the restaurant. “let’s go, baby. sounded pretty bad from all the yelling i heard over the phone. best we get there as soon as possible.”

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Sunburns - Day2 AeonSummerWeek!

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The sun is strong, but soft enough for it to feel comfortable. On the beach, Ada watches as Leon and their daughter Alicia play in the water. Ada had her fun earlier, now she was just enjoying the sun, laying on her stomach and snacking on some fruits.

They went to the beach fairly often, and each time Leon is trying desperately for Alicia to learn how to swim. But, she's still young and unfortunately isn't the most capable just yet.

For now, he stays in the shallow parts and swings her around in the water. Sometimes dunking her under for just a moment. It made Ada happy to see, it was fun to watch. She also played with them sometimes. It always ended with both of the girls giggling as Leon shows off that he could carry both of them in the water.

It seems to impress the little girl more than it does Ada.

As she watches them, she can't help but feel a little restless. Thinking for a moment, she remembers the bar set up on shore. Ada collects her belongings and sneaks away to the bar.

Upon arrival, she notices that there are a lot more people here than she anticipated. She's trying to learn to enjoy company, though it isn't working.

Ada adjusted her sunhat, and sat at an available seat away from others. The bartender soon comes up to her, asking what she'd like to drink.

"Surprise me. I'm sure whatever you give me will be good." She smiled warmly at them.

She's whipped up what appears to be a strawberry daiquiri. Basic, but she didn't mind. Ada takes a sip of her beverage, she's suddenly having second thoughts on whether she should be drinking now. Showing back up tipsy to her family wouldn't be the most ideal, though she's known to hold her liquor well... It shouldn't be a problem, she thinks.

4 hours pass, and it's obvious Ada lost track of time. She got lost in the movies that were playing on the screens above. She's always on the lookout for a movie to show Alicia, since Leon seems to have seen them all.

She thanks the bartender for her time, and makes her way back over to her family. The scene that she discovered was... Humorous.

Both of them sleeping, the umbrella that was once covering them conveniently blown over slightly by the wind. They're both completely exposed to the sun, red like tomatoes. Another issue, Alicia's hand is placed across Leon's stomach. Ada bent down, not believing the two of them. The little girl woke up, blinking her eyes open to see her mother.

She got up moving her hand from Leon entirely. "Mommy!" She smiled.

"You're all sunburnt, Alicia." She sighed.

Leon woke up then, moving his head best he could to look at them. He's all the same, the unflattering shade skin shouldn't be. Ada spots the mark on his stomach, a perfect outline of where Alicia's arm laid their entire nap.

Ada couldn't help but giggle, covering her mouth to try and compose herself.

"What's the matter?" He asked, clearly unaware.

"You look like a crime scene." She snickered, pointing to the mark on his body.

Leon sat up, taking a closer look at it. "Ah..." He plopped himself back down, covering his eyes. He couldn't help but laugh too.

"What a unique tanline you gave me, Ali."

Alicia looked at his stomach and giggled, too. "My arm!"

In the end, they all ended up laughing together. Though Ada still couldn't push aside the fact that they're both going to suffer the consequences of their sunburns the next day. Apparently both of them need adult supervision.

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home for christmas // day 11

content warnings; swearing, weed and just general anxiety lol

a/n; omg the second to last fic already!! (if we ignore the 2 I haven't finished from past days...) anyway when it's a flashback the text is in italic, I hope it's clear what's happening lol <3

word count; 1.9k

(this fic takes place after they've gotten together)

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“Darling, you've got everything, don't worry” Matty assures you as he locks the front door and grabs the bags from your hands, refusing to let you carry them. 

“Are you sure we have your mum's gift?” You ask chewing on your lip anxiously.

“Yes, we-”

“What about Lincoln’s gift? Do we have that, too?” you say, interrupting Matty and chasing after him as he walks down the concrete stairs to the car.

He pauses where he stands, drops the bags, and pulls you in. Wrapping his arms around your waist, Matty starts to speak but stops himself. One hand slides from your waist up to your lip and pulls it out from between your teeth.

As his hand slides back, he begins to reassure you, “My darling, we have absolutely everything. We’ve also got Louis present packed, annies ready in the car, and buzzing to see her nanny. You’ll be fine, okay? There’s no need to panic.” he gently smiles and pulls you closer. Instinctively, you burrow your head in his neck and breathe him in, matty smiles and presses a kiss to your temple.

“Sorry. First Christmas as a couple with your mum just has me panicking a little. But you're totally right, it's fine.” You mumble into Matty's jumper. Eventually, you pull your head back and shoot Matty a nervous smile. Reluctantly, you both pull away and finish your walk to the car.

“Are you excited, Annie?” You ask, reaching back and ticking her stomach lightly. You can't help the massive smile that fills your face at her excited giggles. She weakly slaps your hand away as she laughs.

As you get in, you immediately spin around to look at Annie in the back. She's sitting in her car seat with the happiest look on her face. ready with a poorly wrapped present gripped in her hands, the one she had made ready for Denise.

She insisted on wrapping it herself and wanted to keep it with her the whole journey, just to make sure it arrived safe. Next to her was a little lunchbox filled with snacks for the journey. You could tell Matty had been stuck with a screaming child in the back of his car on this trip far too many times to not be prepared.

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She nods assuredly, “So excited! And im gonna stay awake the whole time to talk to you and Daddy.” she says confidently.

Despite it being 7 a.m., she was filled with enough energy to power your journey back to manchester, so you almost believed her.

Not even 1 hour later, Annie's gentle snores could be heard from the front of the car. You shot Matty a fond look, and he was already grinning to himself.

“Ooh she almost made it to an hour this time, a new record!” he joked, flicking his eyes up to the rearview mirror to catch a glimpse of his sleeping daughter. You watched his eyes light up as he looked at her. He stared at her as long as he could, but soon enough, the road demanded his attention.

Every other time he’d brought a girlfriend home he was wracked with nervousness, chewing at the skin around his nails, and quizzing her on facts about his family before they arrived. But he knew it would work with you. It always just worked with you. 

In his peripheral vision, Matty couldn't help but notice your jiggling legs. Clearly, you were still filled with nerves about spending your first Christmas with his family.

But Matty couldn't be less anxious if he tried.

Denise saw how Matty looked at you that night at the nativity play. She saw the light in her son's eyes as you spoke. She knew it was over for him the second they walked into that room, and all he did was seek you out. So she already loved you. If you made her son that happy; how could she not?

But Matty sympathised with your nerves. He decided there was only one way to really calm you down. It was time to bring out the embarrassing teenage stories, the first of many you would hear this Christmas, he's sure.

“I’m gonna tell you a story to try and calm you down, okay, sweetheart?” Matty said softly, moving his hand from the gear, resting it on your shaking thigh in an effort to stop your bouncing leg.

You look over at him with pinched eyebrows, “Okay..” You start suspiciously, “What kind of story?” Your hand slides over his on your thigh, and you intertwine your fingers without a second thought. 

“Ah now you have to promise to not laugh at me or hate me afterwards, yeah?” he says with a sly smirk on his face. Snapping his head between you and the road, Matty waits for your tentative nod to continue. 

“Okay, so this is the story of the very worst Christmas of my life, just so you realise there's nothing you could do to fuck it up worse than this.” Matty squeezed your hand as he finished in what he hoped was a reassuring gesture.

“Cmon, how bad could it be?” You say innocently,

“Well, it was the first time my mum found out I was smoking weed, so needless to say it wasn't great”

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Freshly baked gingerbread sat on the kitchen side, underneath it, a decorative Christmas blanket embroidered with each name of the Healy family. 

“Boys! Gingerbread!” Denise shouts up the stairs, midday on Christmas meant it was time for both her boys to run off to their rooms and use all their new gifts, Denise has been hearing the strumming of Matty’s new guitar all day.

Matty comes tumbling down the stairs, obviously excited at the prospect of freshly baked cookies. He takes in the living room, which his mum had been cleaning in preparation for visitors later. The Christmas tree sat in the corner, covered in a mixture of homemade decorations and ornate ornaments.

It was Louis job at the tinsel, so it was a bit haphazard, but he's pretty sure his mum adjusted it once Louis walked far enough away. Warm lights string around the room and the tree, creating that Christmas arua his mum strived for. Finally, sitting atop the tree was a slightly wonky angel, put on by Louis as Matty held him up. Denise didn't have the heart to adjust that one.

Right now, all the lights just looked hazy to Matty. Maybe it was the christmas spirit! or maybe it's because he was stoned out of his mind..

Ross had hooked him up with some nice stuff for Christmas, and Matty had decided what better time to smoke it than just before Christmas dinner. Just as the munchies kicked in, Matty could swoop in and eat his weight in turkey and stuffing. Then he would go up to his room and fall asleep in a food coma, overall a very solid plan.

He didn't, however, factor in his mum's early baking mixed with his lowered inhibitions. He also forgot to factor in his mum wasn't an idiot and when he came down stinking of weed with red eyes, she would connect the dots.

Just as he was reaching for a gingerbread man, he felt his hand get slapped away, and Denise snatched his wrist. She pulled him in and grabbed his face between her hands, smooshing his cheeks as she did. 

Of course, hearing that also sent his dad running in from the sofa, a newspaper still in hand. And soon enough, both his parents were standing in front of him with their hands on their hips, waiting for an answer.

Matty simply smiled a dopey smile at her, his red eyes blinked heavily as he looked at her face. But before long, that grin was wiped clean off.

“MATTHEW HEALY. ARE YOU HIGH RIGHT NOW!” his mother shrieked out.

Shit.

Matty weighed up his options; is he honest about being high and risks his mum never speaking to him again, or does he try and figure out a way to lie and hopefully get away with it? I

f he gets caught lying, he's sure he won't be alive to see next Christmas, but if he gets away with it, then he can happily go back up to his room and finish his zoot.

Apparently, his stilted silence and shifty eyes answered any question his parents could've had. Pretty soon, he felt the wallop of a rolled-up newspaper on the top of his head.

As he tries to way his options, the smell of gingerbread is the only thing on his mind, the munchies kicking in earlier than he thought. The warm spices fill his nostrils as he imagines the feeling of biting into a warm soft biscuit. 

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“Oh my god! What happened after that?” you asked laughing in disbelief, sure you knew young Matty would've been a twat but god you wouldn't have guessed something that stupid.

“Well needless to say that Christmas was ruined. My dad shouted at me for a good 15 minutes, you know the usual parent stuff. The dangers of illegal drugs, the addictive nature, how bad smoking is for your lungs all of that. But the real kicker was my mum.” Matty said, glancing over at you, the wicked smile he had whilst telling the story had dropped into a sort of sad but fond one.

Matty lightly giggles at your response, “No no, that was the worst part. She did nothing. She didn't go mental, she didn't threaten to kill me or Ross. She simply stood by my dad until he finished, shook her head, and walked away. In total silence.” Matty flicked his eyes over to you only to see you with your mouth dropped open. 

“What did she take away your new guitar or something?” You ask, sitting up in anticipation of Denise’s response. You knew she was a fiery woman, so you were expecting the worst.

“ooh or did she ban you from seeing Ross? You didn't dob him in, did you?” You gasped at the scandal that was unfolding before you. 

A few seconds of silence fill the car before you say, “Well… karma is a bitch I suppose” with a shrug. Matty can't help but burst out laughing at your blase reaction. 

“Too right it is sweetheart. But you'll be happy to know she got her own back soon enough. She found my stash in my room, and instead of just taking it, she swapped it out for oregano. The next time George and I tried to get stoned, we were sorely disappointed.” Matty chuckles as he remembers his mum's petty antics. 

“But yeah, obviously I still smoked weed after that, but I always made sure to at least try and cover it up” Matty recounted as if he was doing his parents a favour. 

You can't help but roll your eyes at his response, “oh how chivalrous of you Matthew” you sarcastically say, lightly pushing at his shoulder. 

“Hey! At least I wasn't ruining her house with the stench of weed anymore. Although that was particularly good weed from memory… I wonder if Ross remembers where he got it from?” Just as he was mulling over the idea of phoning Ross, Matty heard the worst thing he could possibly imagine. 

A small voice piped up from the back and simply said, “Daddy, what's weed?”

Fuck. 

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library love (blurb?)

chapter one out now!

remus lupin x slytherin!sirius' sister!reader

synopsis; remus lupin and yourself, find a common interest in coffee, books, chocolate, and annoying your eldest brother.

warnings; school, sirius being sirius, swearing?

A/N: this is just a test blurb it's unedited (and pretty boring) for now, its just to see if anyone would be interested in this lmk if you are but trust me the next chapters will be much better!

your fifth year was off to a rough start, you knew it would go this way but you hadn't expected this. being a black was difficult, and you could say being sirius' sister was just as hard, after all he was known for his dramatics, that being said even after he had run away from your unfortunate home situation the tension between you and your brother didn't subside.

in-fact it felt as if a bigger rift had opened between you and your eldest brother, now being divided by more than just opinions and school houses, but by space as well.

so as you stand in your first class of the year, which happens to be a year above your own it doesn't shock you when you see your brother and his "marauders" as they call themselves, but what does shock you is the glare hes casting your way, grey eyes splintering into your own.

now you were used to sirius' glares and his comments by now, it never helped that you had made a few of your own but it looked like he was ready to rip you to shreds, as if you had imposed on his space and that was in-fact what he thought of this new arrangement.

your professors had agreed your marks in transfiguration, herbology, potions, history of magic, and oddly enough divination were exceptional and you were eligible to move up a year.

you cast a glare back at your eldest brother before taking your seat, the spot beside a rather gaunt looking slytherin whom you hadnt spoken to before. the class was clearly divided by house not done so by the professor but rather the students who all had separated besides a select few.

mcgonagall stood tall at the front of the class room her judging eyes assessed the classroom, before promptly stepping back to her desk and beginning the lesson.

your second class of the day was luckily free of your brother, watching as other students filed in by the door you were relieved when lupin, evans, and mary mcdonald appeared lacking a certain long haired boy who had made sure to stare daggers through your head all through transfiguration. you were also relieved to find rosier was in the class with you, now you weren't exactly friends but you got along just fine after all he was close friends with regulus.

"hello class, welcome to year 6 advanced potions, now remain standing while i just-" slughorn pauses "try to finddd" he drags out as he shuffles around his desk opening drawers and sorting through a mess of papers "ah-ha, the seating arrangements"

"yes, yes i know but it must be done" slughorn says as grumbles ring throughout the classroom, he gets up from his desk albeit struggling a bit before walking over to the first desk in the room and calling out two names you hadnt heard before, a light-haired ravenclaw sat down followed by a short and pudgy slytherin.

he continued calling out names, one by one student sat down followed by their pre-picked partners.

"snape and mcdonald"

"evans and hedgeflower"

"lupin and black"

fuck.

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1

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me!” Noah groaned loudly. Jax and Tig turned and went to ask him whats wrong but Noah, their recently patched member of Samcro, was already making his way out of the TM Garage. There was a girl making her way across the lot, swinging a baseball bat from her shoulders. She wore black vans, blue denim shorts and a white vest top. Tattoos littered one leg completely and the thigh of her other. Her arms were also covered but she was too far to see the designs properly. She was beautiful, her hair was dyed a bright purple on one side and black on the other and it was tied up in a messy bun. If she didnt have a face full of anger Jax would definitely of hit on her. “You cheating fucking scumbag.” The scream from the girl got the rest of the clubs attention as they made their way out of the clubhouse. Even Gemma came out of her office. “Em please! I dont know what your talking about!” The girl laughed in Noahs face. “Oh so your gonna try and lie to me again? I FOUND HER FUCKING UNDERWEAR IN OUR BED YOU PRICK!” Jax watched as the girl swung at Noah’s bike, taking the wing mirror clean off. “Get the fuck away from my bike you psycho!” Noah shouted. “OH YOU MEAN THE BIKE I FUCKING PAID FOR?” The girl took another swing at the bike, this time taking the other wing mirror and headlight out in one. “Yeah tell your little fucking biker buddies, how you wouldnt even have a bike if it wasnt for me! Tell them that the subs you pay them each week come out of my fucking paycheck!” Swinging at the bike again, the girl took the exhaust clean off. “ Thats what you do to me is it Noah? I support you. Pay for all your shit, pick up after you like your a goddamn child and you have the fucking Nerve to cheat on me? In my own fucking home!” The girl pulled a pen knife from her pocket and slashed both of Noahs tyres. “No baby! i didnt! I wouldnt!” Noah tried to reason with her but clearly it was getting him nowhere. “Your fucking pathetic.” The girl pulled a pair of underwear from her pocket and threw it in Noah’s face. “I bet you gave her the best 5 seconds of her whole life. Newsflash mate, your shit in bed. If you fucked her like you fucked me she probably had to go to the bathroom after to finish what you couldnt.” Noah went bright red at the insult and Jax couldnt help but laugh. The girl turned her attention towards him and made her way over. “I suggest when you next pick someone to join your club, dont pick a lying prick who doesnt even own the bike he sits on.” And with that, the girl turned and made her way out of the lot. 

Clay shook his head at Noah. “Church now.” He called and everyone started making their way into the Clubhouse. “I like her. Shes spunky!” Jax shook his head at his moms comment. Ofcourse Gemma likes the new Psychopath in charming.  Making his way into the meeting room, he took his VP seat next to Clay and watched the chaos unfold. "So your telling me your girl has been paying your way? That's a fucking joke Noah." Every member of the group nodded in agreement. Yeah sure alot of them stepped out on their old ladies, especially with the road rule. But living off your woman and cheating in your home town? That was a no no. "Look, she supported me. With everything. She pays my subs and yes she owns the bike. Even gives me fuel money for the runs we go on. I didn't mean to get caught cheating. I thought I was on Top of it. Never thought she would find out." Jax shook his head at Noah's admission. "It's not that she found out Asshole! It's how you've treated her. A good woman that supports you like that is hard to fucking come by! The road rule is there for a reason! Fuck half of us round this table would kill for an old lady like that. But the fact is, a man that dont pay his way aint a man at all!" Piney snapped at a panicked looking Noah. Piney rarely spoke but everyone knew the level of anger that old man could reach, oxygen tank or not. Noah fell silent at Piney’s Outburst. What the hell was he supposed to say to that? “Your busted back to prospect.” Clay announced before taking a drag on his Cigar. Noah’s eyes widened, “Thats fucking Bullshit! I’ve not even had my patch 3 months!” Tig’s eyes glossed over in anger as he watched the newbie shout at his president. Reaching out, he grabbed the back of Noah’s neck and slammed his face on the Redwood Table. “Did you just raise your voice at your president?” Noah squirmed against Tigs hold. “Now, you either prospect for another 18 months, pay your own fucking way and earn your patch back. Or you leave, and you know what happens then.” Clay gave Noah the ultimatum and the rest of the club fell silent as they waited for Noah to make his choice. “I’ll Stay.” Tig Released his hold on the young lad before pulling him up by his kutte and roughly dragging it from his shoulders. Happy smirked as he threw a prospect kutte in Noahs face before Tig Pushed him out of the room, slamming the door behind him.

Jax looked at Clay confused. “We’re really gonna give him another chance? He doesnt even own a bike?” Clay shrugged his shoulders. “Everyone around this table knows he’s gonna fuck up. Especially not having that girl keeping him in line. But when he fucks up i want him close, where i can see it and deal with it. We really do not need a loose cannon right now. Anyway, go see that girl. All her details are on the paperwork for the bike, Gemma’s gonna need to know what to do with it.” Jax shook his head in disbelief at Clay. He couldnt believe it. Noah should be kicked out of this clubhouse head fucking first. He didnt earn his place in this club, his woman did. He also couldnt believe the nerve of being ordered to visit the firecracker that was this girl. For all he knew, she would never want to see a Son’s of Anarchy Patch again. So Clay really was throwing him in the line of fire here. 

However, despite his obvious disagreement, Jax got up from his seat at the table and made his way out of the clubhouse. The only thing he could think on his way out of Teller Morrow was maybe he should’ve stopped for his bulletproof vest. 

Pulling up to the address that his mum text him, Jax was Suprised at how quiet it was. Considering her performance at the lot earlier, he was expecting screaming and a trashed house. Instead he found her sat on her front porch quietly smoking a cigarette. "Hey" he spoke softly as he approached her. Like she was a wounded animal that could kick out in fear and pain at any moment. She looked up at him through glossy eyes. Her cheeks were red and hair falling out of her messy bun, but despite her upset appearance Jax still thought she was beautiful. That couldn't be denied. "Hi, look I'm sorry for my outburst today-" she started to explain, but Jax cut her off quickly. “Dont Sweat it Darlin’. From what i heard, he deserved it.” He spoke as he took a seat next to her on the porch steps. Pulling a cigarette out of his pocket he lit it and took a few puffs. “I’ve been sent to ask what you want doing with the bike. It aint his and after everything the clubs not letting him keep it. Your names on the paperwork, so what do you want doing to it?” Jax watched as she rolled her eyes. “What the fuck am i gonna do with a Harley? Just Fix it and sell it. Strip it for parts. Fuck burn it for all i care.” She shrugged at Jax’s shocked expression. “Thats an expensive Bike, surely your gonna want it back?” Jax tried to encourage her to take the bike. “Yeah, ofcourse it was expensive. But i honestly couldnt give a shit. You like it, you  have it.” Jax raised his hands in mock surrender as the anger in the girls eyes flashed. “Okay Darlin’ you win. You’ll have to come by the garage tomorrow tho. Sign the bike over.” She sighed and pushed her fallen hair behind her ear. “Yeah, sure.” Jax stood and started to make his way down the path towards his bike. “Oh and my name aint Darlin’ either.” She called after him making him turn to face her. “Its Emily.” 

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Hi Guys,

This is something new I’ve been working on. I have 2 more chapters if you turn out to like it. Please please let me know what you think!!

Love to you all!!  

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pretty please. CHAPTER 1

— dad!gojo satoru x fem!reader

cw. cussing, depicts child negligence

note. i don't have a consistent updating schedule so please bear with me! writing is just my way of clearing my mind :) enjoy!

word count. 2.6k

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Parenthood. In Gojo Satoru's dictionary, that part has yet been defined. In fact, the term itself is not even written. And within that fact, he was never gonna ink that on any of his pages, even after he has signed his book to a close.

Point made? Then why the hell was there a child on his doorstep that's calling him Dad.

Here he is now, seated across the child with those beady, big eyes of hers in a small, corner restaurant selling sandwhiches just down the street of his apartment. Her pupils shining with sparkles of colors Satoru did not want to establish that it was crystal clearly mirroring his own set of irises.

Absurd. Completely coincidental, certainly. He thinks, eyes squinting in suspicion behind his expensive glasses as he watch her sip away on the juice she has picked. His fingers tapping on the table in thought, or more like waiting for the young lady to start addressing the situation that she got both of them.

Earlier, he had prod the child that she had most likely mixed up the address and that she should go to his fellow home unit owners. Yet, she continues to insist, responding that 'she wasn't stupid' as she claims, which by the way, got Satoru perplexed at that reply. And now they have set a deal, in which he'd get her food, and she'd provide him with a needed elaboration of his questions.

While she chose a chicken sandwich with an apple juice box, he simply went for a lemonade. The corner food store they were in was a stand alone business with no branches, owned by two elderly best friends. Satoru chose this specific accommodation as him and the girl was the only customer, along with one businessman. He also didn't want to garner any attention. Eating alone with a child could possibly spark a scandal of him having a Love child. The thought was slowly but surely eating at his brain that it could be true.

All he needed was to ask one crucial question.

Now, he still stands to the idea that this kid is not his. But y'know since it has reached this point of confrontation, might as well get some answers. He gotta be clever when he does this— The kid was smart! He didn't want to come as being desperate to prove her wrong since she's not his. Satoru was certain.

Grumbling to himself with brows lightly furrowed, he started talking to himself internally, still watching her chew on her straw. 'In my almost a decade-long career, not a single one from the many women i've slept with do I remember their name, except the one last night, Hina. That totally was her name.'

It was not.

Truthfully, Satoru only really messed around the most during after filming of movies, he was well aware of when his instances are most active. He doesn't know how, but he could probably narrow the list slightly if he thinks correct.

'She's a 3'6? maybe a bit up? Probably 6 years old? That's not too earlier on in my career, no..'

Still not taking away his gaze from the girl, observing her with stern, hawk eyes as he takes a sip on his beverage. But really, will it matter to know? Not really, he'd just send the kid away back on her merry way afterwards anyway.

He doesn't trust the kid one bit. Too smarty pants and cheeky.

"So–" Satoru clanks down his glass, getting the attention of the kid as well as being the one to initiate the conversation. "Listen here, Sayuri–"

"It's Saori."

"Right." He shifts on his seat, clearing his throat while the child seems to narrow her eyes at the man. When Satoru notices, he raises a brow in question with an attitude. "What?"

Shaking her head, she looks down on her unfinished food before picking it back up to bite. "So Listen, Saori, let me ask you this," Leaning forward slightly, it was pointless to beat around the bush so Satoru went straight to the point. "How old are you?"

In hearing this, Saori seemed unbothered at the question as she looks up at Satoru, blinking up at him whilst chewing before she swallows down the food to answer him.

"I just turned 8 years old."

...

Well, no shit, that narrows the list so much, he has one familiar name in mind.

In Satoru's silent surprise and denial, he immediately responds with tight lips and almost distant gaze, leaning back on his seat before grabbing his drink to slurp to a finish. "I don't believe you."

"Mhm?" Saori tilts her head in question, genuine confusion expressed, mouth slightly agaped. "On what part?"

Making hand gestures like he was flabbergasted and with an almost offended look, stuttering at his own inner panic. "Everything you've said, –you! One, where did you get my address from, two, you don't look eight, and thirdly, who's your Mother?"

But before she could utter a sound, he raises his hand to stop her. "Don't answer that, I'm scared." He was stressing out while rubbing his face with his hands, lifting the glasses up in the process. In doing so, he misses the saddened, little eyes that she looks his way.

"Here's what's gonna happen, Saori." Satoru jumps slightly forward, Saori's expression coming back to neutral as he looks down at her. "You're gonna call your parents to pick you up, and we're gonna pretend none of this happened, yeah?"

"But I can't do that..!" Saori slightly pouts with a whimper, her eyes trying to puppy-eye-effect him. But all it did was get a narrowed gaze in return, which reads a knowing look.

"And why's that? Do tell." Crossing his arms over himself, he awaits her response. Saori however looks to the side, crystal blue orbs darting every but at him, contemplating her answer. "I– well.. well, my mom won't be picking me up until... a month."

"Excuse me?"

"That's what me and mom.. agreed on?"

"And without my say? also, again, I'm not your Father."

Once again, Satoru is left baffled when he witnesses the kid clench her jaw a slight tad bit, eyes squinting yet like they were ablaze, as if she's sizing him up.

'Momma wasn't lying when she said dad was stubborn.'

And after a moment of eyeing her on the side of his vision, she uttered the sentence he's been dreading to hear since the whole confrontation.

"I've got proof."

"No you don't."

Wearily, he watches as she starts to rummage through her accompanied bag when she suddenly slams a photograph on the table, flinching Satoru a bit, her small hand covering the image. As she slowly uncovers it, Satoru scrunches his eyes close in sheer fright, his head faced on the side to not see a glimpse of it, additionally having both his hands stubbornly shielding them. "No! I don't wanna!"

He exclaimed, or almost shrieked, at the action. Alas, his intrusive, curious urges made him peek one eye open oh so slightly. Which was unfortunate to him, is enough to see the entirety of it.

Immediately, Satoru pushes himself away from the table as soon as he's hit with familiarity upon giving it one small, quick glance.

There, a selfie shot of himself as a teenager with a girl around his age; a girl that has made a lasting impact in Satoru's life– a girl simply someone he could never bring to forget no matter how hard he strives to.

And at the bottom right of that wistful visual imagery, in bold neon colors of blue and pink markers reads these letters:

'Satoru + Y/N'

"Oh my god." He mutters to himself, covering his face as he leans his head back. Completely distressed, if it wasn't evident. His obvious hypothesis was just proven. Now that he was thinking about it, the child had features that he was sure he recognizes somewhere but couldn't put his finger on whom.

Now it was so clear.

Satoru, again, peeks his eyes between his fingers over to the girl, scanning her face.

Despite her set of irises matching his, she definitely had your eyes, perfectly mirroring your sharp gaze. Her hair? Completely got it from you. She had a complexion that's a perfect mix of yours and Satoru's skin.

Saori said nothing but stare at Satoru, not assessing her anymore but instead returning the look while seemingly thinking, a sweat rolling down his temples.

And when Satoru all of a sudden stood up, Saori raises her brows in shock. She eyes Satoru fumble for his pocket to fish his wallet, mumbling to himself. "No, no, nope. Nuh uh."

She only watches as he places some cash on the table, not sparing her a look. "Here, go back to your Mother– You should not be here, kid." He says agitatedly, already starting to head to the door.

He sighs, rubbing his head. The ordeal drained Satoru's energy completely, and it wasn't even lunch yet. This wasn't what he was expecting to happen when he woke up this morning. And now, his head hurt; That idea was too much to take in for him as of this moment.

He got you pregnant? God, you were so long ago and you didn't find it in you to try and tell him earlier? Not only that, you sent your daughter alone? Unbelievable.

Nobody knew of his relationship with you, except a few selected people. It happened before he was known to be the IT of Japan's Acting Industry. The love that was once between you two was only just teenage school romance, Satoru thinks.

He was ready to forget about today and collapse back on his bed, his hand reaching for the door—

"This is child endangerment!"

Satoru flinches at the abrupt, and loud high pitched yell, his heart hammering due to being spooked. He turned alarming, seeing the child standing and staring right at him. Her eyes strongly fixated on his, brows furrowed in irritation, and lips pouting to display her disappointment.

In other circumstances, Satoru would probably find that adorable, a child doing their best at showing their anger, almost like a tantrum. But the child in question was his own, something that he still don't quite grasp and appreciate just yet.

But also, because the three other people inside the establishment was giving him judgmental looks, the owners whispering to themselves. Satoru was flabbergasted at the dirty stares, his mouth agaped.

'WHAT THE FUCK?'

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"So Satoru, care to explain why there's a kid in your living room?" A woman mutters at the said man.

After dragging Saori back to his house following that fiasco, Satoru immediately contacted two of his best friends, asking them to come over as soon as possible. Upon entering his door, the sight of an unknown little girl was a surprise, their eyes as wide as they could muster to do. Their reaction was as expected by the white-haired man, face palming at them.

Now, he has kept her occupied, watching a random show the girl asked for. And finally, the three adults are seated on the kitchen island, whispering amongst themselves while stealing short glances at the child from time to time.

At the question, Satoru groans exasperatingly, a hand on his forehead. "I do not even wanna a think about it."

The other man, Suguru, who was just drinking from his glass of water, is now looking at the inside of the cup. "Babysitting is something I didn't expect from you, unless the kid's yours." he says with a slight humor. But when he only recieves a small tud from Satoru dropping his head on the island counter, he turns his body towards his friend, face blank. "You're kidding."

A sigh is heard from the woman, Shoko, beside them, cheek on her hand, eyes closed in quiet stress like she already expected that idea the moment she saw the kid.

"She just came and knock on my door. Tried to ask her kindly to leave– but caused a scene instead." Satoru huffs, showing visible tiredness due to now being hunched over the counter, arms sprawled.

Suguru leans forward a bit, looking over his shoulder at the girl then back at Satoru. "You do know that's a fully grown, developed child? Why're you just finding out?

"You're not asking the important questions," Shoko copied the ravenette's actions, expression now eager. "Who's the Mother?"

For a moment, Satoru ignores them, despite their expectant faces pointed at his. And so, collecting his thoughts, he fixes his posture as he leans closer to them, the two doing the same, "Remember (Y/N)?"

"The one from high school?"

"Y'mean the one you ghosted when we were freshman–?"

"I'm offended! I did not do such!" Satoru exclaims a little too loud with a hand on his chest, taken back at the accusation. Shoko immediately hits him on his arm, gesturing at the kid, which resulted a hurt look with a pout from Satoru, rubbing the spot.

"So she's the Mom?"

"That's what she told me. She also had a picture of me and (Y/N)" he begrudgingly says.

The three looks over once again, observing the child completely engrossed on the television, a small smile visible on her face, "She's so adorable though, Saori right?" Shoko says, tilting her head at the child. At that, Satoru groans, "Do not start."

"Well I remember you being head over heels for (Y/N)!" Shoko presses, still watching Saori. "You have no idea how flabbergasted I was when you said you ended it with her." she remarks with raised brows.

"Ditto. There was an annoying point where nothing but her comes outta that mouth of yours." Suguru mumbles as he shuts his eyes while crossing his arms.

"Gosh, I'm reminiscing– kinda miss her now. I liked her around when you both were too irritable." she gasps facing Suguru, "Remember when they were lying about being together but then we caught Satoru pampering her on the face–?" Suguru lightly gasps as well, facing her properly from the reminder. "When (Y/N) shoved him so hard he fell, is very much imbedded in my head still."

With an irritated crease of his brows, Satoru looks at his best friends, "Oi, she's in the past alright? Doesn't matter anymore." He reiterates firmly, muttering the last part under his breath.

With a sharp intake of air through his teeth, Suguru grabs Satoru's shoulders. "But you see, Satoru, it does matter— You definitely need to reach (Y/N) some how, talk about Saori or just have her pick the kid up."

"You sure 'bout that though, Satoru?" Shoko looks at him. "Don't wanna spend time with your daughter?"

It took Satoru a second to reply, actually thinking about it for a bit. He thought about possibilities that could happen if she does stay with him. But the thoughts left him as fast as it entered his mind, knocking him back to his senses.

Sighing, he puts a hand on his forehead, "We're not even sure if she's mine—"

"She showed you irrefutable proof. Plus she's the child I imagined you two would have back then." Suguru interjects. He is completely convinced that Saori is Satoru's, knowing his history with you. Complete silence fell on them, the sound from the television reaching their ears while they think. Then a hum is heard from Shoko.

"Oh yeah I remember that. We had a bet, and now you owe me lunch."

"What do you mean, I said their kid would look like (Y/N) and have Satoru's eyes."

"You bet that they'd have a boy, I said they would have a girl."

Satoru slams his head on the counter with a load, irritated groan, zoning out the conversation between his friends as they bicker about the past.

God, this was a lot for him today

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♞Pairing: Steo ♞Characters: Stiles Stilinski, Theo Raeken ♞Tags/Warnings: explicit sexual content, mentions of alcohol ♞Words: 3229 ♞Kinktober 2023 - Swallowing

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Stiles weaves through the crowd, feeling strangely at ease between so many strangers. As much as ghosts enjoy to be close to the living, a gathering like this would be too much for the strongest of them. Tara, too, decided to hang back, clearly not particularly thrilled about the amount of people inside. It looks like there are at least a hundred people who decided to attend the party. Jackson is going to be so awfully pleased with himself. He was the one who pushed Stiles to use his connections so they could have a party at this abandoned mall — well, rather so Jackson could have a party here because Stiles doesn’t know a single person aside from his friends. Jackson bought the alcohol and paid for the venue, and Stiles hired a few people — a couple of bartenders, security, and students working the cloakroom. He also set the rules; no cameras, no phones, something Liam and Mason accepted only begrudgingly.

It’s not a rule he set up because Stiles didn’t want his face all over social media. The owner of this mall specifically asked that they don’t go around advertising it because he’s struggling with trespassers as it is. Stiles is the last person to complain about that, if he’s entirely honest. This is supposed to be a party, nobody needs to be on their phone the whole time.

“Stiles!” Lydia’s voice cuts through the music, and Stiles cranes his head to the left.

He’s not been around while they were preparing the mall for the party, but he’s not at all surprised to find Lydia waving at him from the gallery above. It looks like the ground floor has been turned into the dance zone with a bar at the side, while the seating areas have been moved upstairs. It’s a good idea since the whole ground floor is exposed from the next level. Climbing up the non-working escalators, however, is another adventure in his tight jeans. Wearing these really is an absolutely terrible idea.

“Is that Lydia?” Theo calls from behind him.

“Yeah.”

“Good, I’ve got to thank her.”

Stiles shuffles off the escalator and shoots Theo a confused look. “Why?” They don’t know each other, after all, and Stiles is the one who dragged Theo and the other two here. It’s not like he’s got anything to thank her for.

“For your jeans.” Theo steps closer, so close, in fact, that Stiles can feel his warm breath on his neck. “Your ass looks phenomenal.”

At this point, Stiles doesn’t even know why he’s bothering to ask Theo anything. Ignoring the heat creeping up his neck, he starts walking again — otherwise he might be tempted to shove the guy back down the escalator.

“Stilinski, nice jeans.” Jackson raises his brows with an almost appreciating smirk. Although his bisexuality came less of a surprise after the many comments he made about guys and girls, Stiles is still not entirely sure what’s more of a shock – the supernatural, or the fact that Jackson wanted to get some experience with him. He very much gets why Jackson didn’t want to sleep with his best friend – Stiles is too close to Lydia to want to have sex with her – but that doesn’t mean he expected to make the top of Jackson’s list; or that he actually approached him while being engaged to Lydia.

Stiles scrunches up his face. “I’m never going to wear tight jeans again.”

“Oh, please.” Lydia rushes to his side and hugs him. Her giggle makes it abundantly clear that she’s had more than once cocktail already. “You look amazing.” Her eyes roam over his face, probably checking if his makeup is still fully intact.

Theo clears his throat behind him.

“Right.” Stiles gestures at him dismissively. “That’s Theo.”

Lydia’s mouth curves into an oh.

Yeah, ‘oh’ probably sums it up the best. Stiles doesn’t stick around for any more introductions. Lydia knows exactly who Theo is after he cussed him out for hours in end; that probably means Jackson is very aware as well. The two haven’t kept anything secret between them ever since they got back together. That’s why Lydia knew Jackson wanted to sleep with Stiles before Stiles has been made aware of that. He still can’t believe he agreed to that. While it wasn’t a threesome – because he very much drew the line in the sand at sleeping with Lydia – they negotiated him down to letting her be in the room. He’s not sure he’d like to repeat that anytime soon; not that sex with Jackson was bad, but Lydia watching him made him feel decidedly weird.

Kira nearly crushes him with her hug, pulling him out of his thoughts effectively, before launching into how she’s planning to move to LA like ‘the rest of them’. It’s not the first time he heard about that, so Stiles assumes the pack is planning to locate to LA as well. Which is fine and all, by moving away he intended to bury his past.

Danny shakes his hand. “I’m going to get drinks.”

Unsurprisingly, Jackson made sure they’re having a bar close to their VIP area. Good, because Stiles isn’t in the mood to go up and down those escalators more than he needs to — not in these jeans.

He drops onto a chair next to Isaac, who ruffles his hair as a greeting. The wolf was the first to follow him to LA after starting a modeling career in Paris. It’s strange how they all slip into jobs they haven’t planned for. Isaac wanted to become a doctor. Lydia achieved her dream in becoming the smartest person at MIT, yet decided that her passion is with fashion and has been starting to work towards her own company in the past year. Kira meant to work with children, and now is instead about to get her degree in photography. Only Jackson stayed on his path on becoming a lawyer.

At least all of them are sure what to do in the future. Stiles is still on the fence about it. He likes what he’s doing now, but he’s not sure if that’s something he can do forever. He's not Ed Warren.

Yet.

While Mason and Liam are chatting with Lydia, Stiles watches Theo’s interaction with Jackson. They seem tense, and Stiles wonders if Jackson’s protective bubble now includes him as well. But instead of saying, ‘I’ll rip your head off’ Jackson snorts out a laugh, pats Theo’s shoulder and says, “good luck.”

Rolling his eyes, Stiles sinks into his chair.

———

Overall, the night is going great. Stiles missed partying with his friends. There’s something freeing about it, something relaxing, pushing him back into the comfort of his very own life — the part of his life he had before the nogitsune. Nothing has been the same, but in the middle of the crowded dance floor, Kira, Lydia, and Isaac brushing and bumping against him, and the ghosts scared away by the living, Stiles feels better than he’s done in a long, long time.

He's leaning his head back, catching Theo’s staring back at him. It’s hard to make out his expression, but his eyes flash yellow for only a brief moment. Even from a distance, Theo radiates possessiveness. It’s hot. Infuriatingly so.

Cocking his head to the side, Theo beckons him to come back up. A shudder runs through his body, and he has to actively fight his own instincts because every part of him wants to run up to him. He knows what Theo wants; the touches, the words, the flirting – the guy has never intended to be subtle.

But Stiles’ pride keeps him rooted to the dance floor, even as Theo pushes away from the railing and walks away.

“If you’re not going to accept that invitation…” Lydia trails off with a chuckle.

Stiles shoots her a look. Although he’s more than aware Lydia would never dare to go after someone he’s interested in, he couldn’t deny the burst of jealousy burning in the pit of his stomach. It leaves as quickly as it arrived. There’s no need to be jealous, after all, they’re talking about Theo.  

“Go.” Lydia shoves him not so gently.

Huffing out a breath, Stiles peels away from his friends and pushes out of the moving crowd. He wipes his hands on his jeans, hating that he’s suddenly nervous about allowing Theo close again, but he’s way too curious about the apology Theo promised him. He hasn’t forgotten that yet — just like he hasn’t forgotten that Theo ghosted him like a fucking asshole.

Still, he very much remembers all the things Theo’s tongue can do, he’d be stupid to pass up on an offer like that. He wants him so bad; it will take all his willpower to keep him an arm’s length away while simultaneously hooking up with him.

This is going to end in disaster.

Stiles hurries up the escalator, or rather, he climbs it as fast as his jeans allow him; at this point, he’s still not sure why being a skeleton for Halloween required skintight jeans. He does appreciate it for what it did to Theo, who seems to have magically disappeared once he’s made it upstairs.   

Fantastic.

He didn’t read that wrong, right? No, he can’t have. Lydia saw it too, and she is a weird detector for dead people and living people who want to have sex with him. Plus, Theo’s made it very clear that he’s still interested. Theo beckoned him to come to him. But where the fuck—

Someone snatches him by the hood and drags him into one of the abandoned shops to his right. Despite himself, his heart jumps into his throat as his foot catches on debris on the ground. He stumbles but doesn’t fall because an arm wraps tightly around his waist. Before he even has the chance to get his feet under himself, he’s crowded against a dusty old jewelry display cabinet.

Unsurprisingly, it’s Theo, who is pressing against him. “Didn’t expect you could dance like that,” he says barely loud enough to be heard over the bass of the music outside, shamelessly pressing his groin against Stiles’ ass. That Theo got hard just from watching him dance is equally surprising as it is fucking hot. “It should be illegal,” Theo continues, grinding against him as his fingers work on his belt and zipper without hesitation. “I don’t think anyone else should be allowed to see that.”

There’s that possessiveness again. Stiles hates how easily it’s getting to him, how Theo just dives right through his defenses and sweeps him up. If he asked, he’d probably let Theo bend him over this stupid cabinet and fuck him senseless. If he waits any longer, Theo won’t even have to ask.

So, he grabs Theo’s hands and pulls them off, ignoring the grumble of discontent. “I was promised an apology,” Stiles remarks, turning so he can look at Theo and lean against the cabinet. His tight jeans have become even more of a problem now than they were before. It does not help that they’re face-to-face, and so close, Theo’s warm breath ghosts over his skin. It’s easy to remember the last time they were this close.

Good times.

When Theo leans in for a kiss, Stiles keeps him at a distance with both hands on his chest. “Lydia put in too much effort into this costume for you to ruin it.” He taps his thumb against Theo’s collarbone, raising his brows. “And again, you promised me an apology.”

Although the light from outside barely reaches into the former store, Theo’s smirk is visible enough. “How demanding.”

“Demanding?” Stiles moves his hands up to cup Theo’s jaws. “No.” God, he wants to kiss him so, so bad. “You promised. Take it or leave it.”

Chuckling, Theo moves closer again. “Fair.” He cocks his head to the side, eyes roaming over Stiles’ face. It’s clear he’s debating on kissing him anyway – part of Stiles wishes he’d do it because he refuses to let him close, but if he pushes enough.

It’s so fucking stupid.

Theo flashes his eyes again, bright yellow in a face hiding mostly in shadow. Like that, he looks exactly like the predator he is.  

It does things to Stiles’ dick he’s not at all ready to admit.

But Theo notices. It’s obvious by the smirk deepening on his features. He’s so fucking full of himself, and it’s painfully hot — although admittedly, it’s not as hot as watching Theo getting on his knees right in front of him. That’s a sight to see, and a sight that makes his dick twitch in his pants. It’s not fair Theo can see so plainly what he does to his body with little to no effort.

And yet.

Thankfully, Theo doesn’t seem to have any interest in teasing him any further. He makes quick work of his zipper and pushes Stiles’ pants and boxer briefs down just enough to have easy access to his dick. Before he knows it, Theo’s mouth is on him. His lips wrap around the tip of his dick, and his tongue- fuck, his tongue.

Stiles can’t help but moan. He leans his head back, curling his fingers around the edge of the cabinet. Theo’s mouth felt way too good on him. There’s no way he could stay silent.

Good thing he doesn’t need to, not with the music drowning out his sounds.

Even when people are happening to look into this shop, all they will see is someone standing in the darkness like a weirdo. Nobody will care too much.

Theo moans around his dick, and it nearly pushes Stiles over the edge, which would’ve been the fastest he’s cum in his life; there’s no need for that embarrassment to happen when he should savor having Theo on his knees, pleading for forgiveness. He never thought the day would come, so, Stiles really wants to make it last.

But Theo is trying his very best to make it as hard — ha — as possible for him.

Closing his eyes, Stiles leans his head back. Watching Theo suck him off would not do him any good, or well, it would do him too much good. He curls his fingers into Theo’s hair, not trying to stop him, but, fuck, he really needs to hold onto him.

Theo is going to make him forget his own name if he keeps going like that, if he grabs and squeezes his ass shamelessly, pulling closer and taking him deeper into his mouth.

Moaning, Stiles tightens his grip on the display. Theo’s mouth has no right to feel this good. Fuck. Theo’s tongue has no right to make him feel like this. But it does; pressed flat against the underside of his dick or swirling the tip — if he keeps going like this, Stiles will meet his Polish ancestors a lot sooner than he anticipated. He can feel his orgasm building deep in the pit of his stomach already.

And Theo is having the time of his life with it. His fucking chuckle makes Stiles almost cum on the spot.

There’s no way his going to last much longer.

“Theo,” he breathes, forcing himself to open his eyes, and tugs carefully on the other’s short strands. Locking eyes with Theo is a terrible decision. “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he mutters, squeezing his eyes shut again. His heart seems ready to jump straight out of his chest, it’s beating so fast.

Theo takes more of him into his mouth, and when the tip of his dick hits the back of his throat, Stiles barely resists the urge to yank Theo even closer. His fingers twitch in his short strands, and he breathes through gritted teeth. He can feel his muscles tighten. “Theo—" he warns, despite knowing that werewolves are usually able to tell when he’s close.

Humming, Theo squeezes his ass again and doubles his efforts.

Stiles lets go of him, curling both hands around the edge of the display cabinet instead. He’s staring down at the other boy, unable to look away and holding his gaze. Somehow, Theo manages to look unbearably smug while sucking on the tip of his dick. Stiles hates that this is one of the hottest things he’s ever seen. The asshole has the nerve to fucking smirk, and Stiles just knows this will haunt him in his dreams for days to come.

Theo takes him into his mouth again as he rubs a finger along his perineum then pushes it ever so innocently against his rim.

And that’s the end of it.

Stiles cums with a shout that may or may not be Theo’s name, arching his back. For a few blissful moments, his brain completely short-circuits, and all he can feel is his dick pulsing in Theo’s throat and his own fucking high.

But then, he returns to reality, a bit too quickly for his liking. Theo’s hands are on his thighs, holding him up, and his mouth is still on him. What was heaven a few seconds ago, quickly gets too much. Scrunching up his face, Stiles grabs Theo’s hair again and pulls his head back.

The first sound out of Theo’s mouth is a laugh.

Stiles wants to slap him. Instead, he puts himself back together. “You have cum on your chin.”

“And here I thought I swallowed it all.”

Fucking hell. Stiles shakes his head, hating that another flush is already creeping up his neck. “I hate you.”

Chuckling, Theo stands up and crowds Stiles against the display. “No, you don’t.”

Stiles shoots him a look. Of course, he doesn’t hate Theo. He wouldn’t be here if he hated him, fuck, he wouldn’t even have invited Theo to tag along if he didn’t at least like him. But he’s not going to admit to that. “You’re so full of yourself.” And it’s infuriatingly attractive.

Theo hums and wraps his arms around him, pulling him close — most definitely trying to point out that he’s still hard, and Stiles should do something about it.

See, if Theo hadn’t ghosted him for months because he didn’t have the guts to tell him the truth, Stiles would gladly do something about his not so little problem. He probably would’ve let Theo do whatever he wanted. But Theo did ghost him.

Smiling, Stiles cups Theo’s cheek, wiping the cum off his chin then cleans his thumb on the other boy’s shirt. “I think that’s what people call a ‘you problem’.” He pats his cheek once more before pushing the chimera off. “Have fun.”

For a few seconds, Theo circles through a bunch of emotions from anger to surprise, to something hard to decipher before he eventually settles on a trademark smirk that does not quite reach his eyes. “I’m going to get you back for this,” he promises in a low voice, and the only reason Stiles can hear it is because they’re still standing close.

“I’d like to see you try.” And that’s true, in every sense of the word. Maybe the key to Theo’s attention is making him chase him. If that’s the case, it’s exactly what he’s going to do.

Blowing Theo a kiss, Stiles pushes himself off the display and walks out of the store.

Things just got a whole lot more interesting.

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I’m seeing Hamilton stuff on my dashboard, and it’s reminding me of a big regret I have. See, back in 2016, I won cheap front row tickets to see Hamilton’s original cast twice. But the second time wasn’t as cut and dry, and involved me denying someone else.

The first time, my now wife and I just won the $10 tickets from the online lottery. We were living in NYC, so we had plenty of opportunities. We actually won the tickets the day they got their Tony nominations! We hadn’t listened to the soundtrack, and by the third song we were looking at each other asking “is this the best musical we’ve ever seen?” Naturally, we got super into it. I looked up all the Hamilton things. I planned a day trip all around the city, going to different important places related to Hamilton (his grave, his house, and the scene of the crime that led to him and Burr sharing a case). I listened to Chernow’s audiobook. I was ENTHUSED.

A few weeks later, I needed to get something looked at by Apple tech support. I went into Manhattan, and it was a Wednesday - they had the live Ham4Ham going on, I figured I’d drop by myself. Nice time, fun stuff! And then they started drawing winners, and an older woman next to me was also alone. She turned to me, and said, “hey, if you win, take me, and if I win, I’ll take you!” Sure, okay, right? I said yeah! Chances are super low, but why not double them? Well, then the woman won! So I was going to see Hamilton a SECOND TIME with the original cast! Front row! Super pumped! So the woman leaned in and asked, “hey, can you give me $100 for this?” I mean. Yeah. Kinda bad to ask after the fact, but at this point, Hamilton was at PEAK popularity and tickets were going upwards of $1000. I’m not sure the lady was even aware of this, but yeah. I’d pay $100 for front row, “I could pet Hercules Mulligan if I reached out just a bit” seats. I told her yes. And then I fucked up.

As we formed the line to grab the tickets, a young woman and her dad walked up to the lady. They looked to me like they were probably tourists. And apparently, she’d made the same deal with them. They were excited. The young woman, clearly also enthusiastic, thought she’d just scored her ticket. And then the woman who had won the tickets gestured to me and said “well, he said he’d pay me.”

What.

Guys, I froze. Fight and flight both completely failed to kick in and I went full deer in the headlights. I’d already had my chance to see the show, this was probably this girl’s one shot, pun not intended when I wrote it but fuck it it’s staying in. But guys. I wanted it bad. And I hesitated at doing the right thing. I didn’t immediately volunteer my ticket. And the young woman and her dad, giving me dirty looks, decided not to get into a bidding war, and quickly departed. The whole interaction probably lasted 30 seconds.

Once we were out of the line, I looked around. Maybe the girl was still around and I could give her my ticket? No, she wasn’t. I was kicking myself pretty hard for not acting when I should have. From there, I had to stick with the woman who had won the tickets until the show, so we had a quick cheap lunch together, where someone commented on how expensive Hamilton tickets were, and her price went up to $200. I said sure. I wasn’t going to say no at this point - but I was feeling awful. When we made our way back to the theater, I kept looking around to try to find the would-be ticket winners. I was very confident I would be able to recognize them - they’ve faded from my memory now, but at that moment, they were just SEARED into my mind. But no such luck. They had fully moved on. And so I got to see Hamilton, on Broadway, with the original cast, in the front row, for the second time. The woman who’d won the tickets was surprised that I knew the songs, which… surprised me?

And it was great! I felt terrible the entire time, but I mean, it’s a great show! I couldn’t, and still can’t, believe I got to see the show twice that way. At the time, I don’t think I even fully appreciated how lucky this was - I knew it was, of course, but the magnitude didn’t really dawn on me until I started getting reactions from people. I’ve heard a lot of incredulous shouts of “TWICE?!” since then. But when I tell my anecdote of unbelievable Broadway luck, I typically leave out the part where I unintentionally swooped in and stole something from someone else.

I know it doesn’t count for much, but I’d love to be able to tell that young woman that I’m sorry. She had no way to know either that this was my SECOND TIME. It’s 8 years on, and no one follows this dead tumblr of mine, but if somehow this reaches your eyes, I think you’ll know who you were. And I should have done better.

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Prologue

Summary : Kyle Dawson would never be more than a childhood crush to Romy Schumacher and she had made her peace with that fact a long time ago. But when a drunken night leads her waking up next to him, new and old feelings come back to the surface and what started as a mistake quickly becomes an habit. Even if she swore to herself that she would never fall again for the world champion, her heart has other plans. After all, the heart has its reasons, of which reason knows nothing.

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For as long as she could remember, Romy Schumacher had always had a huge crush on Kyle Dawson. Thanks to her dad and her famous grandad, she was belonging to the motorsport royalty while Kyle was a little American freshly out of the Kentucky’s countryside. His black hair, his azure eyes which seemed to pierce right through her soul every time he was looking at her, his talent and how he always had a nice thing to say to her were enough reasons for her to fall in love with him. She was a kid back then, barely ten years old and he was already thirteen, with a very promising career ahead of him.

They were not racing in the same categories but were always managing to be at the same places at the same time. She was there for his first win, she was there when he got his first title, she was there when he almost had to quit racing because he couldn’t find any sponsors despite his titles. She remembered coming home to her dad one day, ready to beg him to help him only for Max Verstappen to be faster than him and to get him, not only foundings, but also a seat in his team.

But she was also there when he had his first girlfriend, watching him be happy from the side. In her little teenager’s head she had always pictured him being her first kiss and it had been a tough pill to swallow. She would never be more. She had tried to forget him and it had become easier when their paths were not intertwining anymore. But a part of her always had him in her mind, no matter how hard she tried to date other men.

And when she finally made her F1 debut, at nineteen years old, all the repressed feelings she had for him came back at full speed, only to be quickly crushed when she saw a gorgeous brunette by his side. Still, it didn’t prevent him from making her feel welcome and to be way too friendly with her to the point that the butterflies she tried to ignore for so long had come alive. But he was happy and on his way to win his first title, only a year after he arrived at the pinnacle of the sport and for his first year in Lamborghini. As for her, she had many things to prove.

Her first year in Audi was made of pure loneliness. Never had she felt so alone, so out of place despite doing what she loved the most. The comments were hard, saying she had only gotten her seat because of her last name, that she was not that good. She was a rookie, usually no one would expect her to achieve podiums every weekend. But in her case, that was exactly what the general audience was waiting for. An occasion to say: “See she doesn’t deserve her seat”. And if it hadn’t been for Sebastian Vettel, her team principal, Lewis Hamilton who was working his ass off in the diversity and inclusion department of the FIA, praising her performance and constantly defending her, she might have believed the online hate.

And of course Kyle, who was one of the only drivers to defend her, who was always saying that it was a pleasure to race alongside her and that he knew that one day she would be where she was made to be. He made her first year bearable, always inviting her to tag along with his friends, making sure she had a nice support system, checking on her before and after each race, listening to her being too hard on herself.

It had come to a point where she knew she could call him in the middle of the night and that he would answer. And she was not proud to admit that she used and abused it. Until she didn’t anymore. She could remember it so clearly, right before the first day of practice of the Japanese Grand Prix, Kyle had cornered her to tell her that he needed to put some distance between them, that it was impacting his relationship. He was so sorry that, even if Romy wanted to cry and hate him, she couldn’t. That weekend, she had the worst race of her career and swore to herself that she would never let Kyle Dawson have too big of a place in her life.

And she felt like being a teen again, having to watch him be happy without her. Her second year felt a lot better than the first one. Sure, the comments were still harsh, but as sad as it was she was used to them. She focused on her career. Spending her time in the simulator and in the gym to improve again and again. She earned her first podium in Australia. An outstanding P3 after overtaking Ludwig in the final lap and with a move that for sure would be taught in driving schools.

As for Kyle, he had finally broken up with Hilary during the summer break and when he tried to come back to Romy, she made it clear that she wouldn’t be his friend when it would be convenient for him. She was worth better than that. She was gorgeous, talented, fun, smart and could have any guy she wanted. And if Kyle couldn’t see that, it was his loss, she wouldn’t be the one sitting there and looking pretty in hopes he would finally notice her. That girl wasn’t there anymore. And she thought she had done a pretty good job until that fateful night.

It had been the last race of the season and all drivers were planning to go partying until the early hours of the morning. She had been enjoying herself, drinking far too much and dancing until she had felt him behind her. She could recognise his scent and his hands on her. They had danced so much that night. They had been so close. She didn’t remember who initiated that first kiss. Nor did she remember how she had woken up the next day naked in his room. She had been so ashamed. She had imagined that moment for so long. Their first kiss, their first time… and she wasn’t remembering any of it.

It was with tears in her eyes that she had left him that day. But it had awakened something in her and in him. Something so powerful that even if she wanted, she couldn’t stop it. They always managed to find their way back to one another. Always managed to find themselves in each other's sheets, but never talking about it more than necessary. She didn’t want to. She didn’t want to suffer anymore because of him. Her heart would never handle it. She wasn’t sure if he wanted more as well. He was focused on the championship, on breaking records. That was all he talked to her about. And it was fine by her.

The winter break had been a wonderful parenthesis in her busy life. She didn’t know what the future would bring them but she was excited about one thing: her best friend Julia Leclerc had managed to find a job in the Skoda F1 team and she was delighted. Finally, she wouldn’t be alone anymore.

She was ready to see what the year would bring but one thing for sure, she wasn’t expecting it to be so life changing.

Author's note: Surprise! I couldn't wait any longer to release this prologue. The first real chapter will come out on the 25th, though. And with this prologue, I can officially welcome you into Romy and Kyle's world. I'm beyond happy and ecstatic about this story and I can't wait for you to discover their journey.

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Idle but uptight chatter filled the room. Tonight was, for better or worse, a political dinner that Leona was somewhat forced to attend. Only somewhat because it was indeed his partner, Soru, who had made him go. They were, in fact, convinced this dinner would help with the economy around one of the borders of the Sunset Savannah. At least he was in attendance along with Leona, seated next to him too, so the oversized housecat would actually stay for the dinner. The adults were making important conversations when that nobleman's daughter, who was also in attendance, spoke right up to talk to Leona, out of boredom or whatever her motives were.

"So you're the second prince? You're hardly seen anywhere I thought you'd be slightly deformed or something like that.", she said, twisting her hair around her finger before continuing to speak "But you sir seem to be the opposite, you look quite good."

"Thank you. Your choice of dress is.. pleasant" Leona responded, rather reluctantly but politely. It was a woman speaking to him and he did receive a compliment. Though he usually did not care much for manners, tonight had to work. Why was he so set on it working out? Soru said they'd be his pillow for an entire day. For that, he'd even attend classes for a day.

They continued to eat, though most of the conversation making was left to Soru, simply because the young lady their age seemed to be trying to make moves on Leona. He didn't appreciate them, neither of them did. It wasn't like they were officially dating in the public eye, Leona just really didn't want to deal with that mess yet. Though whatever was happening now sure didn't help, since the flirting between the guest's daughter and him was not a mutual thing. Through sheer coincidence and perhaps foolish ideals on the noble's end of the line she kept saying all the wrong things, it was honestly quite embarrassing. Initially there was a press conference after this in a room adjacent to the dining hall they were using. The one they were in right now was larger to accommodate more people. He'd leave if the young lady continued, but that would leave Soru behind. In that moment, for whatever reason, be it a dust particle or someone, like ruggie, talking about Leona, he sneezed.

"I'd say king of beasts bless you, but I believe he's already done so." She said to him. "Listen, your highness, how about you and I take a walk together after dinner?" She asked, which he denied, but she didn't want to take that no for an answer it seemed.

Unfortunately that seemed to be the straw that broke the camel's back. He got up wordlessly, picking up Soru and throwing them above his shoulder.

"I was trying to be polite and let your sad attempts at flirting slide but no means no and I am not interested. I already have a lovely partner with which I am leaving. Good. day." He said, clearly through gritted teeth and bared fangs, taking long, proud and quick strides that reeked of aggravation.

He didn't care that he would be walking through a room where the press was waiting, not even when he threw open the door and in a single moment of uncalculated and rash thoughts, took a mic and with a stern voice he spoke into it.

"Listen up, this here is my partner and I don't want to be with anyone but him..!"

Sweet as those words were he did get smacked in the back by a slightly raging Soru, who could not believe that he just did that in front of a live camera feed before running off. It was so out there that Soru even brought it up again in his bedroom right as he laid down on them with basically his whole weight. He groaned against her stomach in response.

"'m not taking any more of that crap. People who don't take no for an answer should get bent." He almost growled. Really all he wanted to do now was hide in his lover's arms and maybe he could do that. Just until both of them realised the giant media scandal that was building up now, thanks to Leona's rash actions. I mean, who'd have guessed that Leona Kingscholar of all people would suddenly show up with a lover, nevermind one that seemed to be nonexistent, seeing as there were hardly any records of them at all.