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lonslibrary · 2 years

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twin hearts (teach me something new) | alternatively: a harry potter/polyjuice potion retelling of the wrong first kiss in crooked kingdom

wylan turned to his potions partner with a grim, determined face.

kuwei, the raven haired boy and one of wylan’s friends in potions class, mirrored his expression from next to him.

“ready?”

wylan nodded, taking a big breath before sticking his fist out between them.

“rock, paper, scissors, shoot!”

“yes!” wylan grinned as his scissors secured victory. he had hung out with kuwei enough to know his partner was cursing in shu.

the polyjuice potion assessment was notoriously one of the toughest of the year. in two days’ time, professor snape would ask the class to split into pairs and brew the potion so it would successfully turn one of them into another person in the school for a minimum of an hour. and while wylan loved potions and was determined for a good grade, he hadn’t exactly been looking forward to drinking the potion and walking around as professor hagrid, who had graciously given them a strand of his hair for their practice trial. he didn’t think he would have known what to do with a body that big.

wylan filled exactly one glass with their finished potion, pushing it in front of kuwei. after close to two hours, their elixir had ended up brewing a deep ravenclaw blue. while it didn’t smell anywhere close to as bad as the one from the group who had used the empty classroom before them, kuwei was still eyeing the glass nervously, looking a little closer to slytherin green.

“bottoms up, i guess.” kuwei said, gripping the glass before tipping his head back and swallowing twice, then once again. wylan watched anxiously as he smacked his lips.

“is it working?” he asked.

“i dunno...but it tasted like eggnog!” his partner’s smile faded as he groaned, grabbing his stomach. “it’s working. oh, no.”

“oh, yes.” wylan corrected as he turned to grab his pen from his bag. it was his first time seeing polyjuice potion in action and he intended to take as many notes as possible for their exam. when he turned back, however, he dropped his pen, stifling a shriek when he saw kuwei.

or—not kuwei. himself.

“all the saints and their mothers,” wylan paled.

“what?” kuwei asked frantically, feeling around his new face. “what happened? did something go wrong? i do feel a bit small for professor hagrid. actually, i feel smaller than myself.”

wylan just wordlessly pushed a looking glass over to his friend, still staring, aghast. was his nose always that crooked?

kuwei gasped when he caught sight of his reflection. “why am i you? what happened to professor hagrid’s hair?”

“i...don’t know.” wylan said honestly. he didn’t even know how they could possibly have mistaken his hair for professor hagrid’s.

“well,” kuwei shrugged. “at least we did it!”

wylan couldn’t help but smile at that before he was reminded of a very scary point from their lessons.

“...you don’t think we could have accidentally used both my hair and professor hagrid’s, do you?” wylan looked warily at his partner. “polyjuice potion can have very dangerous consequences when mixed with different people. maybe it would be a good idea to fetch professor snape and have him figure out what exactly went wrong.”

kuwei’s triumphant grin promptly dropped. “bloody hell. i think that would be a very good idea.”

the thought of a hybrid 8′6″ third year ravenclaw with a ginger beard and an affinity for flute had wylan sprinting out the door.

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fifth year slytherin jesper fahey was having a very good day.

if you had told him a month ago he’d be happy about the tutor he’d been assigned because he close to flunking potions, he would’ve said you were insane. in fact, he’d been close to deciding that flunking the class would be just fine, especially when he found out his tutor was a third year. what had been a reluctant first meeting with a ruddy haired ravenclaw turned into thursday nights at the library that jesper grew to look forward to—all because of a wylan van eck.

wylan had been more nervous than him during their first lesson, looking away any time jesper looked at him too long and stumbling over his words. but as he explained the importance of salamander blood and the deflating draught, the boy’s voice had found a strength that came from a very obvious passion for the subject.

nerd, jesper had wanted to call him, but he found that for the first time he seemed to lose his words around his tutor with the perfect curls and nice handwriting. something about wylan van eck made jesper want to focus on potions. he wanted to love what wylan loved, and he was determined to impress him at their next lesson.

he had not impressed wylan at their second lesson. or their third lesson. in fact, a month in, wylan was still making him redo his homework while he studied for a different subject himself. jesper had been taken aback by the lack of attention.

“van eck,” jesper had called for the fiftieth time. it was infuriating, the way the ravenclaw’s eyes never left his parchment.

“don’t make me kiss you.” he had said as a last resort, and then the boy was flushing a delightful red. jesper had desperately wanted to peel back wylan’s collar to see if the color reached as far down as he imagined.

he hadn’t expected wylan to reply, eyes still trained on his desk and pen still moving: “you wish.”

jesper did indeed wish. he wished very much.

every thursday, jesper became a little bit better at potions and a little bit more in love with his tutor. it was a cliche he had thought he would only ever see in muggle rom-coms that nina loved so much, but kaz and inej did think his newfound appreciation for potions was pretty funny.

two months later they were reaching exam season and jesper had been nervous—not only about his exams, but also about what it would mean if he got his Os. as wylan studied beside him, jesper had been growing anxious. what if wylan wanted nothing to do with him one was his job was done?

“hey wylan,” jesper started. thinking back, he wasn’t even sure what he was going to ask.

wylan ignored him, eyes still trained on his book. jesper couldn’t help but smile as he ripped off a piece of parchment from his review guide, scrawling as quickly as he could before sliding it in front of his focused tutor.

van eck

wylan glared at him pointedly, just pushing the note back to jesper. jesper added a sentence before passing it back.

aren’t you supposed to be helping me or something???

this was a joke and they both knew it. wylan had just spent two hours helping jesper put a review guide together. their scheduled thursday sessions had gone from one hour to sometimes even three as they both lingered in the library to study.

wylan didn’t even look at the note, still reading his book as he slid it back to jesper. jesper scoffed amusedly.

don’t make me kiss you.

wylan coughed loudly, breaking the din in the library and turning red. it was gratifying to know that some things never changed. jesper grinned with satisfaction as wylan finally picked up his pen.

get your Os in potions. then we’ll see.

jesper was still processing what he had read as wylan packed up his books as fast as a snitch, disappearing before jesper could even say “amortentia”.

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a week later, fifth year slytherin jesper fahey was having a very good day because he had just received his exam grades.

and there was a very big O on his potions exam.

jesper raced the hallways towards the potions wing, having heard from some third years that wylan was practicing for exams. nearly mowing down a group of first years, jesper burst into the classroom, feeling like he could do anything.

wylan spun around at his arrival, standing up as jesper made a beeline for him.

“are you coming from professor snape?”

“hell yeah i am.” jesper itched to touch him.

wylan peered crookedly at him. “i’m guessing we’re okay?”

jesper beamed. “better than okay.”

“thank the saints!” wylan yelped, throwing his arms around jesper. “oh, i was so worried it’d be bad.” to jesper’s dismay he stepped away after what seemed like seconds “saints, sorry, i didn’t mean to—”

jesper managed to shake his head, missing his warmth immediately. wylan smiled shyly, looking up at him from beneath his eyelashes. “guess all there’s left to do is wait then.”

hell, jesper felt like he couldn’t wait another second. with a desperation that surprised himself, he leaned down to press his lips to wylan’s, muffling his taken noise.

jesper wasn’t a genius. he had gotten a mixture of bad and okay grades in his other exams and the only reason he had an O in potions was a big motivating factor. however, it didn’t take a genius to figure out something was wrong, that wylan didn’t want this. jesper stepped back immediately.

the redhead was flushed—not in the way that turned him that pretty shade of pink, but in a very clear shade of confused. “i- not that you’re not a very good kisser, but i think there’s been a misunderstanding here.”

jesper felt like he was suddenly going to be sick. had he misread the signs? the weeks of flirting? that note?

wylan looked just as panicked. “uh, where’s wylan?”

where’s wylan????

“right here.” a familiar voice came from behind them.

jesper spun, feeling like he was hallucinating. there stood another wylan, the apparently real wylan at the door. jesper had never seen him look so expressionless—it was clear he had seen everything.

“what. is going on.” jesper made out.

the wylan at the door looked past him at the wylan that jesper had just swapped spit with.

“kuwei, professor snape says you’re going to be fine. i’m supposed to take you to the infirmary so he can monitor your condition just in case.”

jesper could only watch in disbelief as kuwei-wylan walked slowly towards the door, eyes darting between the two. “i think i can take myself, actually. you guys should...talk.”

and with that, there was only one wylan left in the room. the real wylan.

jesper had no idea what to say. he didn’t know what he had been expecting to happen today, but this was definitely far from it. he was realizing this was the first time he was even seeing wylan since that day in the library, the day before his exam. wylan was still standing by the door, eyes on the floor.

“er, i got an O on my exam?”

wylan cracked a small smile that released something in jesper’s chest. “congratulations. your hard work paid off.”

jesper laughed at that. it was thanks to wylan that he had passed. even when he had studied in the common rooms by himself, he had felt like wylan was with him. jesper was feeling like he had to apologize, though he wasn’t sure just what for.

“wylan-”

“polyjuice potion.” wylan said. “a homework accident. we were trying for professor hagrid and my hair got mixed in somehow, i guess.”

jesper couldn’t help but snort. “‘a homework accident.’ figures all your friends are nerds too.”

wylan looked at him, a gleam in his eye. “a nerd you just kissed?”

"i-” jesper swallowed, words gone. “i came here to thank you. to tell you that you’re the only reason i even have an O.”

wylan shook his head. “that’s not true.”

“but it is. i came to tell you how bloody patient and helpful and lovely you’ve been. i came to tell you i really like your handwriting and laugh, and really, you, van eck. and i came here to collect on that promise. i thought it was you at that desk.”

wylan’s eyes softened as he smiled. “i figured as much. i just can’t believe kuwei stole our first kiss.”

jesper raised an eyebrow, grinning. “our first kiss, huh?”

wylan went pink. “i mean, it’s just unf- i can’t believe that he-”

jesper closed the gap between them in long strides until he was standing in front of his pretty tutor who knew way too much about bezoars and basilisk venom.

“i don’t really believe in firsts if it feels like a first time every time.” jesper murmured, eyes already trained on wylan’s mouth. the right mouth. “how would you like a do-over?”

wylan took a step closer. “i would like that very much.”

and with that, jesper’s lips were on wylan’s. it was better than he had imagined while he was studying for exams and it was worth every hour he had spent. it felt like some kind of a chemical imbalance, the way jesper couldn’t breathe but didn’t need air. when wylan inevitably pulled away, he didn’t go far.

“you’re really good at that,” he said breathlessly.

jesper felt just as out of breath. “want lessons? i can teach this time.”

wylan laughed. “deal.”

“you know, i’ve actually had that dream where there’s two of you and one of-”

wylan pulled him down by his tie, effectively shutting him up with his mouth. wylan van eck was going to be the death of him, jesper thought.

he wouldn’t have it any other way.

it just makes sense to me that wylan’s polyjuice potion tastes like christmas. a repost for season 2 day!!

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hieuthong · 6 months

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Creative Nonfiction

healing journey

Cancer is often whispered in hushed tones, its name bears fear and uncertainty. It’s like a scary ghost lurking in the corner of your room, constantly haunting you. Many people view cancer as a merciless predator, ready to strike without warning. It’s a word that evokes emotions of loss, suffering, and battling against the enemy. But underneath what people think about cancer, there is a mix of facts, stories, fears, and hope that affect how we see this tough opponent. Cancer isn’t something I’ve just heard about, it's something I’ve seen up close and personal. I watched as my mother faced it head-on, her courage and strength shining through even on the darkest and cloudiest days.

My family had a history of cervical cancer. Before my mother, it was my grandmother. She had been diagnosed with the same cancer but thankfully she found out before it was fully developed. It was in 2016 when my mother was diagnosed with cervical cancer but not as fortunate as my grandmother because by the time my mother discovered her diagnosis, the cancer had already progressed to stage 1. At that time, I was still young and clueless about what was happening. There was nothing much I could do to help her, the least I could do was focus on doing my best for UPSR exams and not adding to her stress.

It was my trip after Melbourne that things took a turn for the worse. My mother was constantly visiting the clinic to get body check-ups. Initially, the doctors linked her symptoms to irregular periods and heavy flow, but it worsened over time. The appearance of blood clots made her seek a more detailed examination. When the results came back, we were all in disbelief. Denial, cold and heavy, settled in my stomach. I did not want to believe that it had happened to my own mother. I’ve heard stories about other relatives facing cancer but knowing that it has struck someone closest to me to get diagnosed was a different kind of feeling, like a stab in the heart. It was like an earthquake shaking the very foundations of my world. The sense of security I took for granted, the terror of losing someone irreplaceable, someone who held the threads of my world together.

Although I did not know the severity and seriousness of the situation, I was still deeply concerned. Every mention of my mother hit me hard, I was hypersensitive at that time. There was this one instance where one of my classmates joked that my mother would pass, and I took it to heart, shattering the fragile world I built around myself. Tears welled up in my eyes, blurring my vision. A sob escaped my lips, as tears rolled down my pale face. The voice of my classmate echoed through my head, fearing that the joke might become reality. It may seem like I could not take a joke from an outsider's point of view, but it was much more than that. He did not know what I was going through nor was I planning to tell him about my family’s struggle. I kept everything to myself, convinced that it was a private matter that others did not need to know about.

Soon after multiple consultations, the doctors scheduled a date for my mother's surgery. They had informed her she was fortunate enough to catch it at an early stage, however, there were still risks involved. Unfortunately, it falls on a Thursday, so I was not able to be there for her during the surgery. On the day itself, my mom woke early before I left for school, she reassured me that it was just a minor surgery and that she would be back home before I knew it. Despite her comforting words, I could not shake off the unease I felt. Tears filled my eyes on my way to school as my dad dropped me off. He offered reassurance, promising that everything would be okay. My dad later shared how unbearable the fear was for him during that time, especially when the surgery took longer than expected. But thank the gods it went well. Initially, the doctors had advised against chemotherapy, recommending only radiotherapy. However, after the surgery, they strongly encouraged her to undergo both treatments to reduce the risk of recurrence.

I vividly remember the initial days after my mother's surgery. It pained me deeply to witness her in such a weakened and fragile state. Her skin, usually vibrant, was now pale and drawn. The sight of her was even harder to bear. Every sip of soup seemed like a challenge, her body rejecting the food, often vomiting. The once strong hands that used to braid my hair became bruised from the nurse's attempt to find a suitable vein for injections, a task made difficult by her weight and fragility. Seeing her like this was unbearable for me but I understood it was a necessary part of her recovery journey. Thankfully, she only had to endure 5 chemotherapy sessions, which was considered relatively minimal in comparison to what others undergo. Even in such a weakened state, my mother clung to hope.

Throughout this journey, I found myself stepping into a newfound sense of responsibility. As my mother underwent her treatments, I took on a more active role in managing household chores and caring for others. Chores that I once dreaded were tackled with a newfound urgency. Folding and washing laundry became a meditative act, each crease a silent promise to hold things together. I took up the responsibility of looking after my sister whenever my dad was busy with work. Although my grandparents had moved in with us to help lighten the burden, I recognized the importance of contributing to the family's well-being in any way I could. Every task I completed, every plate I washed, was a tiny victory, a way to prove that even in Mom's absence, our family wouldn't crumble.

Not only that but after realizing that stress and an unhealthy diet can contribute to cancer. With a newfound awareness, we made efforts to adopt healthier habits and prioritize our well-being. Whenever there was a marathon in town, my dad would sign us all up to participate, encouraging us to embrace physical activity together as a family. Despite coming back from a busy day at work, she dedicated herself to cooking more at home, avoiding processed food and unhealthy options often served at restaurants. Moreover, my mother took the initiative to sign up for physical classes to further enhance her physical fitness. At some point, she also enrolled both of us in a Zumba class which I dreaded but over time I came to appreciate the nature of these workouts.

Cancer’s brutal touch left deep scars within me, but it also helped me grow as a person. This journey has unfolded a series of painful moments and heartache revelations for me. From the shock of hearing the news that my mother got diagnosed with cancer to watching her go through the painful healing. My mother’s courage and strength were what kept our hopes up. Every day, we pray for her recovery, holding onto the belief that she will soon regain her health. Amid this journey, I have undergone personal growth, I became a more responsible person and learned to be more independent. I’ve learned to not constantly rely on my parents. This also changed our lifestyle, leading us to adopt healthier habits. I am glad that we, as a family, were able to overcome such challenges.

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bittersweettweet · 42 years

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I haven't looked at my diary or written in it for such a long time. Last Monday, I had a sore throat, and the doctor said I needed two days of rest. When I woke up the next day and rubbed my face like I always do, my lips felt funny and really big. It was weird! So, I went to the bathroom to check it out in the mirror. But guess what? Not only were my lips swollen, but my left eye was super puffy too! I looked like a scary monster!

I ran across the street and rang Sherry's doorbell to tell her I couldn't go to school. The doctor said it was an allergic reaction, and I had to be careful about what I eat. I was supposed to go back to school on Thursday, but I changed the date on the doctor's note so I could miss my exams.

My mom was okay with it. They never give me a hard time about school, except for a few times. It's like they trust that I'll do well! But the truth is, I barely ever study. I go to school half an hour early just to do my homework, and sometimes I copy it from other kids. But somehow, I still do okay on my exams. I think it's because I pay attention in class. I sit in the front row because the mischievous kids always sit in the back, and it's hard to focus back there. The classes are so crowded too. Sometimes, our benches meant for three kids have to fit four. It's really hard to move around. At any rate, my teachers love me. They're always telling my parents how what a good kid I am ;)

There was this one time when the teacher moved me to the back of the class, and my grades started dropping really fast. I told the teacher that I couldn't see. And guess what? It was actually true! Ever since my eye test in 6th grade, I found out I'm super nearsighted and have a lazy eye. I was kind of excited to get glasses because I thought they would be cool. I wore them for a couple of days, but then I got tired of them and stopped wearing them altogether.

Yesterday, my cousin Tara, who we call cousin even though she's actually my dad's cousin's daughter, came over. She taught me how to knit the back part of the sweater I'm making. All my friends think my mom knitted it, but I swear I did it all by myself. Now I'm working on the front part.

Today, Shabnam was taking a shower, and suddenly the water turned cold. It turns out Behrooz went to take a shower too without telling us! Poor Shabnam, she got stuck with the cold water. I felt bad for her, and I was really mad at Behrooz for doing that. We need to tell each other when we're going to take a shower so the water doesn't get cold.

Oh yeah, I have a test tomorrow. I'll write more in my diary if anything interesting happens.

11/30/1982

#true story #diary #journal

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toastedqueso · 3 years

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Hit Rewind

Pairing: Doyoung x Reader (F), Jungwoo x Reader (F)

Other Characters: Haechan, Johnny, Wendy

Summary: She only planned to do it once, but after the success of her casting couch porn, Y/N goes back to film again. This time, her co-stars are Doyoung and Jungwoo, or rather, Professor Kim and his Teaching Assistant Jungwoo. What happens when she fails her exam and they find out her little secret? Y/N has to pay for being such a bad student.

Genre: PWP, Smut, Porn AU, College AU

Warnings: profanity, alcohol consumption (not related to sex), pornography, teacher/student relationship (note: adult student), unprotected sex, oral sex (f+m receiving), nipple play, nipple licking, whipping, rimming, vaginal sex, rough sex, vaginal fingering, pet names, use of belt/leash, slight choking, sexual degradation, slut shaming, sex toy (vibrator), cum eating, aftercare, bdsm, multiple orgasms

Word Count: 5.6k

A/N: MINORS DO NOT INTERACT! This fic (and the whole series) is not intended to glorify and/or glamorize the porn industry. Please don’t read this fic (or any other fics in the series) if you’re uncomfortable with the themes or warnings. This is a work of fiction. Please let me know if I'm missing any warnings.

As a reminder, Y/N is 21 in the fic. Doyoung and Jungwoo are mean to Y/N. Do your homework and study!

Thank you for giving the whole series so much love! 😘

Hit Series Masterlist 01. Hit Record | 02. Hit Pause | 03. Hit Rewind | 04. Hit Fast Forward

It’s a low key Thursday night after Midterms have finished. It’s the first time in two weeks that Y/N and Haechan have been able to hang out together. They decide to celebrate the end of their Midterms by binge watching the Final Destination movies and finishing all the box wine they keep around for moments they want to pretend they’re classy drunks.

Although the movies highlight every single one of Y/N’s worst fears, she has a hard time staying focused. It could be the post-Midterms fatigue or the wine or both, but she feels her eyes drooping. She closes her eyes to rest them for a second, but ends up passing out. Moments later, a loud ringing makes her jump up.

“What the fuck!” Haechan drops his glass of red wine on his light gray sweats. “You know the rules! We turn our phones on silent when we watch scary movies!”

Y/N squints at her phone and makes out blurry letters that look like “Wendy” and immediately wakes up. She has been waiting almost a month for Wendy’s call, though a part of her had given up that Wendy would actually call.

“Oh shit. I have to take this.” Y/N gets up, ignoring Haechan’s complaints and the very unfortunate red stain on his crotch, and runs into her room. She clears her throat and composes herself before picking up the call.

“Hi Wendy!” Y/N grimaces from how overly excited she probably sounds.

“Hi Y/N! How are you doing?” Wendy replies.

“Good! Midterms just finished so I finally have some time to relax.” Y/N closes her eyes and rubs her forehead. She knows Wendy thinks she’s stupid.

“Ah yeah, I don’t miss those days,” Wendy jokes. “Listen, I’m really sorry I didn’t reach out sooner. I’m not sure if you saw, but your video has more than a million views! Congratulations!”

Y/N does a silent cheer to celebrate. She’s glad no one is around to witness this. “Oh, thank you! I’m honestly shocked!”

“I’m not!” Wendy chuckles. “You did really well. You’re a natural.”

Y/N blushes at the compliment. It’s oddly more flattering to hear a woman compliment her sexual performance.

“I wanted to let you know that we’ll send you additional earnings from the video,” Wendy adds.

“Oh wow, thank you!” Y/N feels the adrenaline rushing through her from the news. She lies down on her bed to calm down.

“You’re welcome! But there’s another reason why I wanted to speak with you,” Wendy starts, sounding a little nervous.

“Sure, what’s up?” Y/N feels the anxiety building up within her from the tone of Wendy’s voice. She hopes the news isn’t too unpleasant.

“Well, your video was so well received that we want you to be in more videos. That is, if you want to, of course! No pressure!”

“Oh.” Y/N squeezes her eyes shut, realizing how unenthusiastic she must sound to Wendy. “I mean, sure if it’s a couple of videos, it should be fine. I don’t think I can commit long term, being in college and all.”

Y/N hopes Wendy gets it. Porn wasn’t exactly a career she was planning to go into. She hears Wendy sigh on the line.

“Yeah I definitely understand. We can work with that. Maybe two or three more videos?”

“Yeah that should be okay,” Y/N agrees. “Will I work with the same actors?”

“Probably not. We’ll have you film different kinks and scenarios in each video so you’ll work with different actors. Once the details are finalized, we’ll confirm via email,” Wendy explains. “You’ll meet them earlier on filming day so you can discuss what you’re comfortable with.”

“Sounds like a plan. Thank you!” Y/N looks at her calendar to look at her schedule. Finals aren’t for another month, so filming shouldn’t conflict with her exams.

“Great! We’re looking forward to working with you again!”

They bid their farewells and Y/N rejoins Haechan in the living room. He raises his eyebrow at her, but shifts his focus back to the movie. Y/N is thankful he finds the movie interesting enough not to pry. She figures he’ll find out the hard way, she’s continuing to do porn. Besides, he doesn’t need to know every detail about her life. They end up finishing only a third of the 3 liter box of wine and end up passing out on the couch towards the end of the 2nd film.

The next day, they both spend the day nursing their hangovers. In the afternoon, Y/N receives a direct deposit notice and sees $2,000 sent to her account. Wendy promptly sends her an email to confirm the direct deposit and details for her next porn. She’s set to work with Jungwoo and Doyoung. Y/N spends the rest of her day doing her research on them. They’re both cute, but their videos are anything, but cute. She figures their duality is what draws viewers into watching them.

Filming day is set for a week after her call with Wendy and comes much faster than Y/N expects. She has gone through the script enough times and watched enough porn to know how to prepare for the day. She drives to the same studio location as last time. Before she presses the doorbell, Y/N adjusts her outfit to make sure nothing looks out of place. This time, she’s wearing a lilac sweater with a black tennis skirt, black thigh highs and black shoes.

Y/N takes a deep breath and presses the doorbell. After a couple of seconds, the door opens and she’s greeted by Wendy.

“Welcome back, Y/N!” Wendy looks as welcoming as she remembers.

“Thanks for the opportunity.” Y/N steps in and Wendy shuts the door.

Wendy gives her a warm smile and leads her into the waiting room where Doyoung and Jungwoo are both waiting. They’re both dressed in business casual attire and seem to be absorbed in a deep conversation. They look up when they notice Y/N and Wendy enter and wave at them.

“Hi Y/N, I’m Doyoung. Nice to meet you.” The man is dressed in dark blue slacks, a cream colored sweater and dark gray blazer. He pushes up his silver wire framed glasses and reaches his hand out for Y/N to shake. He’s handsome, Y/N notices, and well fit for the “hot professor you’re daydreaming about” role.

“I’m Jungwoo.” The taller man is dressed less formally than Doyoung. He has on gray slacks and a maroon sweater. When he stands up, he towers over Y/N. Despite his imposing stature, he has a delicate beauty. Jungwoo reaches his hand out for Y/N to shake and pulls her hand up to his lips to kiss the back of her hand, making Y/N blush. Jungwoo gives Y/N a wink before letting her hand go. Doyoung and Wendy roll their eyes at his flirtatious actions.

“Don’t mind him. He likes to flirt to make people feel comfortable, but I’m sure he makes people feel worse.” Doyoung says, playfully whacking Jungwoo’s shoulder.

“People never feel worse! I’m charming!” Jungwoo huffs.

“It’s fine!” Y/N laughs, feeling at ease with both of them already. “I’m looking forward to working with both of you.”

While they wait to get called in to film, they get to know each other better. She finds out they both enjoy singing and make vague plans to show off their singing talent at karaoke in the future. Later, they dive into the script and double check if there’s anything in the scene that needs to be changed. They work out that Y/N will tap them 3 times or say “full sun” if she needs them to stop at any time.

They are interrupted by a knock and they look towards the entrance to see Johnny walk in.

“Hey Y/N! Great to see you again!” Johnny waves at Y/N.

“Hi Johnny.” Y/N blushes remember the last time they saw each other he was significantly less clothed and coming inside her. “Great to see you too!”

Johnny chuckles at her slightly nervous enthusiasm. “I’m going to be filming you guys today. The room is ready so I can take you guys there if you’re done.”

Y/N lets out a sigh of relief. At least someone she has worked with already will be filming them.

“Yep, we’re all done here, so lead the way,” Doyoung confirms for the trio.

Johnny takes them back into a different room than Y/N’s casting couch video. The room is set up like a college professor’s office. The desk has a laptop, a pen holder full of pens, a small stack of graded exams and a Biology textbook. There’s a bookshelf filled with books against the wall behind the desk and an assortment of indoor plants around the room.

Johnny walks through how he’s going to film with them. Then, they go through their roles - Doyoung is going to be the Professor, Jungwoo is his Teaching Assistant and Y/N is the student, to do a final check of their roles and what they’ll do. Once they’re satisfied with the run through, Johnny tells Y/N to leave the room and knock on the door when she’s ready for the cameras to roll. Y/N nods and walks over to the door. When she opens the door, Johnny calls her to get her attention.

“Remember, don’t look at the camera unless it’s in your face,” Johnny reminds her. Y/N nods to convey she understands. She steps outside and takes a few moments to relax and get into the mindset for filming. A minute later, she knocks on the door and hears Doyoung shout “come in!”

Y/N slowly opens the door and steps in.

“Hi Professor Kim,” Y/N greets. “You wanted to see me?”

“Yes, have a seat, Y/N.” Doyoung points to the empty seat in front of him next to Jungwoo.

“Hi Y/N. It’s a pleasure to see you,” Jungwoo smiles. “But I wish it was on better terms.”

“I-I’m sorry? What’s wrong?” Y/N stammers.

Y/N sits at the edge of her seat, causing the hem of her miniskirt to ride up and expose more of her thighs. Doyoung pushes his glasses up the bridge of his nose and glares at her, while Jungwoo frowns. She looks back and forth between Jungwoo and Doyoung, searching for answers. Doyoung sighs and tosses her graded exam at her. There’s a big fat “F” circled in red on the exam. Y/N’s eyes widen seeing the failed exam.

“I expected better from you,” Doyoung reprimands.

“I’m sorry! I don’t know what happened!” Y/N sputters. Her fingers grab the hem of her skirt to distract herself from his disappointed reaction. “I can’t fail! Please let me make up for the exam.”

“You know I can’t let you do that. Especially when I know when you’re so…” Doyoung looks down at her fingers on the hem of her skirt and smirks. “Preoccupied.”

“I’m sorry, Professor. I don’t know what you mean.” Y/N’s eyes widen with confusion.

Jungwoo puts his hand on Y/N’s shoulder and gives her an encouraging smile. He leans in closer and whispers, “We know your dirty little secret.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Y/N moves back into her chair to create some distance with Jungwoo.

“It’s cute how innocent you’re acting.” Jungwoo giggles.

Jungwoo gets up and stands behind Y/N’s chair. He crouches down and rests his chin on her shoulder. “We all know about your other…talents.”

Jungwoo smiles at Doyoung to convey a secret message between the two of them. Jungwoo pulls out his phone and plays a video. The video of her getting fucked by Johnny and Yuta plays with the volume on high. Y/N’s face heats up from the video and the lewd sounds of the moans and slapping skin. Although she’s “acting” right now, watching herself makes her face naturally heat up.

“So that’s what you’re up to instead of studying for my class.” Doyoung sneers. “Letting all these men come inside you like a slut.”

“I…I’m sorry. It was just once!” Y/N stutters, gripping the arms of her chair. “Please don’t tell anyone!”

Y/N’s lip trembles. She gives them a pleading look. Professor Kim gets up from his chair and stands in front of her.

“You look like you were having a great time and now you’re all nervous about the consequences.” Doyoung clicks his tongue in disapproval.

“Please, Professor Kim! No one can know!”

Doyoung cups his hand on her cheek and cooes, “Aww sweetheart, I won’t tell anyone. That would ruin the fun.”

“But what are you going to do about your grade?” Jungwoo drops her test in her lap, bringing their attention back to the matter at hand. Y/N lowers her head, glaring at the failed exam. She releases her hold on the arms of the chair and grabs the exam.

“Please, let me do extra credit. I’ll do anything! I’ll lose my scholarship if I fail your class,” Y/N begs. Doyoung and Jungwoo both laugh at her distress.

“So fucking desperate.” Doyoung scoffs and crosses his arms.

Jungwoo stands next to Doyoung and whispers in ear. Y/N bites her lower lip in anticipation. Doyoung looks over at Y/N and his grin widens. He turns back to Jungwoo and nods to accept whatever he may have suggested. Doyoung adjusts his wire rimmed glasses and turns to Y/N.

“We’ll let you do extra credit,” Doyoung announces.

Y/N lets out a sigh of relief. “Thank you! Thank you so much! I’ll do better this time!”

“Oh you’ll thank us alright.” Doyoung smirks, placing his hands on his hips. He looks at Jungwoo and tilts his head towards Y/N. “Jungwoo, why don’t you do the honors of telling Y/N what her extra credit work is.”

Jungwoo obediently nods. He places his hand back on her shoulder and massages her tense muscles. He rests his chin on her shoulder again and places a soft kiss on her ear lobe.

“We’ll give you extra credit and bump your grade up to a B if you let us fuck you.”

“What!” Y/N pushes away from Jungwoo. “But we’ll get in trouble!”

“That’ll only happen if someone tells the school.” Doyoung crosses his arms. “And that someone wouldn’t be Jungwoo or me.”

“I-” Y/N starts.

Doyoung gives her a pointed look before continuing. “So you fuck us or I flunk you. Your choice.”

Y/N looks back at the taunting big fat “F” on her exam then moves her gaze to Doyoung and Jungwoo. She gives a heavy sigh and nods. “Fine. I’ll let you both fuck me.”

“I knew you would.” Jungwoo kisses her temple and stands next to Doyoung.

“Now strip,” Doyoung commands.

Y/N remains in character and gives him a shy nod. She remains in character by showing a nervous disposition for the camera. Y/N stands up and hesitantly takes her sweater off and tosses it onto the chair. She slides her miniskirt off, letting it drop to the floor. She goes to unhook her bra, but is stopped by a hand.

“Let me help you,” Jungwoo says. He grabs her breasts and gives them a rough squeeze. Y/N gasps from the pressure and drops her hands to her sides. Jungwoo unhooks her bra and drops it to the floor. His hands immediately return to her breasts and pinch her nipples, making Y/N let out an audible whimper. He rests his chin on her shoulder and gives her ear lobe a lick.

“You don’t know how much I fucking love your tits.”

Jungwoo moves his fingers off her hardened nipples to give her boobs a rough squeeze. Y/N leans forward into Jungwoo’s touch, wanting to feel more.

“You think I didn’t notice how you always shove your tits in my face during my TA sessions?” Jungwoo whispers into her ear.

Jungwoo licks down her neck to her left nipple. He circles his tongue on her hardened nipple. The waves of pleasure run through Y/N’s body. He places his mouth around her nipple and starts sucking. Y/N tangles her fingers on his hair and gives an encouraging tug. Jungwoo moves to her right breast to give the same treatment. Y/N starts feeling weak in her knees and pulls him off her. He grabs the back of her head and meets her lips in a rough kiss. He bites down on her lower lip hard enough to leave teeth marks. Y/N whimpers from the pain. Jungwoo breaks the kiss and laughs.

“Aww did that hurt you, sweetheart?” Jungwoo teases. He licks her swollen lower lip to soothe it. “Don’t worry I’ll make it better.”

Jungwoo steps back and hastily takes off his clothes. Underneath all the clothes, he has a muscular build with a well defined six pack. Y/N can’t help but lick her lips in anticipation of what he’ll do to her.

“Like what you see, sweetheart?” Jungwoo smirks, catching her admiring his body. Y/N’s face heats up from being caught staring. “Don’t worry, this is all yours to enjoy.”

Jungwoo takes her with him to the other side of the desk and sits down in Doyoung’s chair. He spreads his legs and reclines back into the chair. He starts stroking his cock while watching Y/N stand naked in front of him. She feels the wetness building and squeezes her thighs together to feel some friction.

“Get on your knees and suck. I know you’re good at this,” Jungwoo demands.

Y/N kneels in front of Jungwoo. She places a hand on each thigh and massages. She lowers her face and slowly licks up his right inner. Jungwoo’s muscles tighten and he squirms under her. She digs her nails into his thighs to steady him before continuing to lick up his thigh. Once she reaches his crotch, she licks up his length to his tip. She tastes the saltiness of his precum on her tongue. She takes his tip in her mouth and swirls her tongue around. Jungwoo lets out a moan and pats her head in appreciation. She hollows out her cheeks and takes more of his length in. She’s about to move off his cock when she feels a hard slap on her ass. The sudden impact makes her choke on Jungwoo’s length, causing Jungwoo’s body to twitch.

“Hurry up, you don’t want someone walking in on us do you?” Doyoung presses. He’s standing naked behind Y/N with a leather belt in his hand.

Y/N moves off of Jungwoo’s dick and licks down his length again. She swirls her tongue around his balls before licking down to his rim.

“Oh fuck!” Jungwoo screams.

Y/N smiles at his reaction. She circles her tongue around his rim and presses the tip of her tongue against his hole. She hears him swear and takes it as an indication to continue. She points the tip of her tongue and begins darting into his rim. Jungwoo grabs his cock and pumps. Y/N continues licking his rim and pushes her tongue deeper into his hole. She feels him shaking, sensing he’s close.

“Fuck! I’m going to come like this,” Jungwoo confesses. He grabs her by the hair and pulls her off his rim. “I need to be inside you before I come.”

He pulls her up by the hair and drags her closer. Jungwoo scoots up to make it easier for Y/N to sit on top of him. She rests her shins on Jungwoo’s thighs and once she finds a comfortable position, she moves up to line his cock to her entrance. Jungwoo tightly grips her hips and pushes her down the length of his cock. Y/N cries out from the unexpected stretch of his full length. Jungwoo pounds into her, rougher and faster each time. Y/N hears Doyoung’s belt whip before she feels the impact of it on her ass. Her body betrays her and she starts clenching around Jungwoo’s length from pain of the whip. Jungwoo and Doyoung both go quicker and rougher with their actions. Y/N feels the heat pool in her lower belly and digs her nails into Jungwoo’s shoulders to steady her balance.

“Fuck!” Jungwoo pulls her off his cock and pushes her away. Y/N stumbles back and winces when the edge of the desk hits her. She grabs onto the desk to steady her balance.

“You thought I’d let you come around my dick like that?” Jungwoo questioned. “You don’t deserve that.”

“Please,” Y/N begs. “I need to come. Let me come.”

Jungwoo shoves the papers and pens off the desk to make space. He lifts Y/N up by her hips and drops her onto the desk. Y/N hisses from the impact. Y/N doesn’t have much time to focus on the pain, when Jungwoo’s tongue is licking her clit. He easily shoves three fingers in her pussy.

“Fuck!” Y/N moans.

Jungwoo curls his fingers and thrusts in and out at a brutal pace. Y/N arches her back when she feels her orgasm building up. She wraps her fingers around his hair and pushes him closer to her clit. Without warning, Y/N clenches around his fingers and comes with a soft moan. Jungwoo licks her clit faster to help her ride out her orgasm. She can feel Jungwoo slipping his fingers out, but her walls are pulsing around them, not ready to let him go.

“Can’t get enough?” Jungwoo laughs. He finally manages to pull his fingers out and licks her wetness off his fingers. He gives her a wink, but she’s still enjoying her high to feel any embarrassment.

Jungwoo’s hand immediately moves to stroke his cock. “Shit, look at you. I could just come watching you like this.”

Jungwoo grabs Y/N by the hair and pulls her closer. Y/N watches him through hooded eyes. She knows Jungwoo is close from the way all his muscles are tensing. A few strokes later, ribbons of his cum land on her boobs. He keeps stroking to cover her boobs with more of his cum. Once he’s almost done, he taps his tip on her left nipple to release the last drops of his cum on her left boob.

Jungwoo pants to catch his breath. He examines his cum on her and laughs. “Not bad, Y/N. We’ll see if Professor Kim thinks that’s good enough to let you pass.”

Jungwoo kisses Y/N’s forehead and moves away. Y/N lays still on the desk waiting for what’s next.

Doyoung steps in where Jungwoo was standing moments ago. Y/N finally gets the chance to focus her attention on his body. He has a different build from Jungwoo’s body - he has wider shoulders, but a thinner waist. His abs aren’t as defined as Jungwoo’s, but lines and dips indicate he works out.

“You certainly know how to put on a show, Y/N.” Doyoung compliments. “But you’re not done earning your extra credit. Remember, you’re failing my class.”

“Turn around.” Doyoung slaps her left thigh to grab her attention.

Y/N lays on her stomach and pushes her hips up. She hears a whipping sound behind her and turns her head back. Doyoung has his belt folded in half and smirks at her. He bends over on top of her body and grabs her jaw hard enough to bruise.

“You didn’t think you wouldn’t be punished, did you?” Doyoung scoffs. “Jungwoo, how many questions did she get wrong on the exam?”

Jungwoo picks up her exam and takes a moment to count off the questions. He gives a low whistle before answering. “10 questions, Professor Kim.”

“I’m sorry, I’ll do better.” Y/N pleads and squirms under Doyoung. She lips quiver in feigned fear for the camera. Doyoung glides his soft hands down her spine and onto her ass. He softly massages and spreads her ass cheeks. Y/N’s body begins to relax into his touch.

“I’m sure you will.” Doyoung kisses each ass cheek before letting go.

He stands behind her, holding his belt up in the air and brings it down onto her ass. Y/N jerks forward from the impact and screams.

“One for every question you got wrong.” Doyoung brings the belt down on her ass again. This time he’s quicker with his actions and her skin blooms a darker shade of red. With each whip of the belt, Y/N squeezes her eyes shut tighter and she feels tears welling up. The impact makes her skin feel as though it’s being set on fire. Sensing she may be getting closer to a level of discomfort, Doyoung eases on the pressure for the last couple of whips. Y/N appreciates the gesture from him.

Once he’s done whipping Y/N, Doyoung grabs her bruised ass cheeks and squeezes.

“Oh fuck!” Y/N shouts out. She shivers from the pleasure of the bruising pain that shoots through her body.

Doyoung takes off his glasses and tosses them onto the desk. He kneels behind Y/N and licks her folds, savoring her wetness.

“So fucking wet like a slut,” Doyoung taunts.

Doyoung slips his tongue inside her pussy to feel her wetness then moves back to licking her folds. Y/N lets out a whimper with each lick. The mixture of pain and pleasure in Y/N builds up the tightness in her lower belly. Doyoung gives her folds a kiss and moves away.

He roughly grabs Y/N by her hair and pulls her off the desk. Y/N groans from the unexpected tug backwards.

“Good, at least you passed that.” Doyoung moves her onto his chair. Y/N gasps from the sudden impact of the leather chair on her bruised ass. “But we’re not done.”

Doyoung grabs his belt from the chair and wraps it around Y/N’s neck. He threads the end through the buckle and gives it a light tug to test it out. Y/N gags slightly from the unexpected pull forward.

“You like that?” Doyoung checks in. Y/N nods in reassurance. “Good girl. Tap me three times if it’s too much.”

“Yes, Professor Kim,” Y/N responds.

“Don’t let me down this time,” Doyoung orders.

He gives the makeshift leash a tug, causing Y/N to yelp. Doyoung takes this chance to shove his hard length into Y/N’s mouth. Y/N gags when his cock hits the back of her mouth. Doyoung wraps the extra belt strap around the back of her head. He grabs hold of the belt strap on each side of Y/N’s face to hold her head steady.

“Don’t act like you don’t know how to do this,” Doyoung mocks.

Doyoung pulls the belt strap towards him to push her head further down his cock. Y/N relaxes her jaw and takes him in easier. Once he feels her at ease, he starts thrusting into her mouth. Y/N shuts her eyes when she feels tears beginning to well up in her eyes. Saliva builds up in her mouth and drips down with each of Doyoung’s thrusts.

“You’re a fucking mess,” Doyoung mocks. “I love seeing you like this.”

He roughly thrusts into her mouth once more before tugging her off his length and letting go of the belt. Y/N coughs with the sudden rush of air.

“I need to fuck your pussy.”

Doyoung slaps her thighs, indicating to Y/N to spread her thighs. Y/N puts her hands on the back of her thighs and pushes them up and spreads. Doyoung takes his hard cock in his hand and rubs the tip along her wet folds. He teases her by pushing his tip a little in her pussy then pulling it out to rub back up to her clit. Y/N whines at his teasing.

“Please, Professor Kim. I need you inside me,” Y/N begs. A tear rolls down her cheek from the way he’s teasing.

Doyoung wipes away the tear. He presses a soft kiss on her cheek to console her.

“Since you’re being a good girl.” Doyoung kisses her lips and grabs hold of the makeshift leash again. Drags his tip down to her entrance and pushes his full length in without warning.

“FUCK!” Y/N screams from his unexpected thrust.

“Look at the way you take my dick,” Doyoung grunts. He pounds into her desperately. Y/N feels herself tremble from the way he pushes deep inside her.

Doyoung leans forward to place rough kisses down her inner thigh. He finds a sensitive spot that makes her quiver and begins sucking and biting on the spot.

“Oh God, Professor Kim! Fuck!” Y/N screams.

Doyoung moves off her thigh and tugs the leash to move her closer to his body. He kisses her lips and slips his tongue in her mouth. He shoves Y/N away before she can deepen the kiss.

They’re interrupted by a loud cough. Doyoung stops his thrusts and they look over at the interruption to see Jungwoo with an evil glint in his eye. He’s holding up a pink vibrator.

“Look what I found in her bag.” Jungwoo waves the vibrator in front of Y/N’s face.

“Of course this slut needs to get off everywhere,” Doyoung scoffs.

“Why don’t we have a little fun?” Jungwoo suggests.

He presses the button and the vibrator begins to buzz. Y/N clenches around Doyoung’s length in anticipation.

“Of course she wants that,” Doyoung laughs.

Doyoung starts pounding into Y/N again while Jungwoo puts the tip of the vibrator on her clit. Y/N’s body shudders and she hisses from the feeling of both. She knows she doesn’t have long until she’s going to reach her climax.

“I’m going to come,” Y/N cries out.

She feels the telling heat spread through her body and cries out.

“Fuck! I’m coming!” Her walls pulse around Doyoung’s length and he thrusts erratically to help her ride out her orgasm.

“Oh God! Please come inside me!” Y/N begs Doyoung as she comes down from her high. Her hands move up to her breasts, massaging and smearing Jungwoo’s cum further.

Doyoung slows down the pace of his thrusts. He starts pulling out and Y/N clenches around his cock to try to keep him inside her.

Doyoung scoffs. “You think you deserve my cum when you’re failing my class? Pathetic.”

He grabs the collar of her makeshift leash with his left hand and positions her face in front of his hard cock. His right hand strokes his cock at an erratic pace. He lets out a low grunt, before ropes of his cum shoot onto Y/N’s face. Y/N sticks her tongue out to catch his remaining cum, but Doyoung taps her cheek with his cock. He continues stroking and the rest of his cum lands on her cheek.

Once he’s done, Doyoung pushes Y/N back into the chair. Johnny steps in to zoom in on her fucked out state and it’s the first time during the filming that she’s conscious of where the camera is.

Jungwoo chuckles as he watches her lounging back in the chair to show off their work.

“Professor Kim, was that enough to pass?” Y/N takes her index finger and wipes a bit of cum off her cheek. She looks directly into the camera and licks the cum off her finger.

“You’re so bad,” Doyoung scoffs.

“Maybe she needs to attend another private Office Hours session with us,” Jungwoo suggests.

“You’re right, Jungwoo,” Doyoung agrees. “She hasn’t gotten enough extra credit points yet.”

“And cut!” Johnny shouts. He puts the camera down on the desk and claps.

“Wow you did great! You didn’t even notice the camera. It felt very natural.” Y/N blushes at Johnny’s compliment.

Y/N sits properly on the chair and grimaces from the pain on her ass. She frowns thinking about how difficult it will be to sit for the next week.

“Are you okay? I’m sorry I was so rough!” Doyoung holds her head up delicately and grabs a wet wipe from the box Jungwoo is holding. He wipes his cum off her face, while Jungwoo does his best to wipe his dried cum off her boobs. Y/N feels touched by the way they carefully help clean her up.

“Doyoung, always the gentleman off camera. People would never know from the way you just fucked!” Johnny jokes.

“Fuck you!” Doyoung elbows Johnny on his way to toss the soiled wipes in the trash can.

“Here you go, Y/N.” Jungwoo holds out a bathrobe for Y/N. YN graciously takes the robe and puts it on, tying a tight knot. Even if she’s had sex with all three men, she still feels a little awkward lounging around naked and cum-stained in front of them.

“Here are your clothes.” Doyoung hands Y/N her clothes, with her underwear and bra discreetly placed in between her skirt and sweater. She appreciates his thoughtfulness.

After they’ve all grabbed their clothes, Johnny bids them farewell and the trio leave to wash up in their designated bathrooms. Y/N turns on the steaming hot shower and feels the water soothe her sore body. She’s thankful she has nothing else to do the rest of the day. When she gets home, she passes out and has the best sleep she’s had in a long time.

#doyoung #jungwoo #nct 127 #doyoung scenarios #doyoung imagines #doyoung fanfic #doyoung smut #jungwoo scenarios #jungwoo imagines #jungwoo fanfic #jungwoo smut #nct 127 scenarios #nct 127 imagines #nct 127 fanfic #nct 127 smut #nct smut #doyoung x reader #jungwoo x reader

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callmertgamecrowd · 3 years

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Some Dadworth headcanons

- Kay only calls Edgeworth “Dad” as a joke, although they do grow to start calling him “Edge” and “Edgey” as a nickname over time, any time they’re particulary worried, scared, sad or tired they fall back into calling him “Mr Edgeworth” like they did when they were younger

- Sebastian and Kay both ended up having a spare room in Edgeworth’s house, despite having their own apartments - Kay sort of stole their room by appearing and putting their stuff down and never leaving, Sebastian was offered a room after staying late to get help for school one too many times. The other people with spare rooms in Edgeworth’s ridiculously big house are Franziska (for when she’s in the country, so she doesn’t need a hotel room), Trucy and Ema (although she doesn’t use it as much any more, Edgeworth offered it to her when she first returned to the country)

- He’s called “office dad” by some of the more risk-taking employees, Edgeworth secretly likes it as he thinks it shows how much his effort to make the prosecutors' office less scary for victims is paying off, although there is still a long way to go.

- Edgeworth is known to be a good mentor and willing to help the other prosecutors who need a fresh set of eyes on a case, he is also a fair boss and makes sure too keep an eye on everyone's work load. He has often been caught sternly insists on various employees to take a break

- Kay insisted on doing a look of the more “childish” things that they missed doing with their father - such as movie nights, Halloween, Christmas etc

- It only got worse when Trucy appeared, as she was younger and Edgeworth could not say no to her. For Halloween, she made Kay, Edgeworth, Sebastian, Pearl, Maya and Phoenix do a group costume, and it was chaos but the picture of it is on Edgeworth’s desk.

- Edgeworth very nearly cried at Sebastian graduating and passing the prosecutor's exam for real, he swore both Kay and Sebastian to secrecy and for once they took it seriously,

- Edgeworth makes it to as many of Trucy’s shows as possible and no matter how much work he has, he never misses the weekly movie night Kay started, the office lost their mind when learning the reason every Thursday night was taken up on Edgeworth’s calender

- First time Trucy calls him Papa he melted completely, Phoenix got a picture of the hug that occurred afterward and it’s in his wallet now.

- The first picture Edgeworth put on his desk was the selfie Kay made him take that they gave him in a steel samurai frame

- Edgeworth taught Kay chess and they tease him for the chess set as soon as they figure it out

- He aslso taught Sebastian, but used it more to teach him hoe to think ahead in cases rather than just for fun, as well as teaching him investigation tactics

- Franziska teases Edgeworth for going soft but also known to give lots of gifts and attention to her “nieces, nephews and niblings” (aka, Pearl, Kay, Sebastian and Trucy, despite two of them being almost the same age)

#Dadworth #headcanons #ace attorney #I am so trash for the found family ok #also the first one may or may not feature in the next chapter of there'll be trouble #and thats why i wrote this

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spiltscribbles · 3 years

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Miss you and your marvelous writing!!!! Just a prompt if you’re up to it 😊 exes wolfstar staying friends but sirius gets into a new relationship and he brings his new boo to somewhere he took remus and remus gets sad 😭 but they get back together eventually

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“He can just be so… So” James pauses right then, takes off his cap with the hand that’s still clutching his baseball bat, and ruffles his hair with the other.

“Un-opinionated,” Remus offers half heartedly as they turn the block to the small coffee shop nearest school, both of them freshly showered after the required morning workouts for Tuesday and Thursdays. It’s the first semester in which Remus has actually joined in on the seven minute track, considering the fact that even despite their crazy contradictory schedules with all the sports and extra curriculars they each had, Sirius always made it a point to buy their ice coffees and drop it off to Remus, sometimes leaving them a quarter of an hour late for first period, or as just a quick drop and dash if one of them had an exam.

It was sweet, considerate. It was Sirius showing how much he cared because he’s never been one for words, even if he would frequently print off the little texts Remus would send him about how Sirius made him feel, and hang it up on the wall besides his bed, along with photos of them and Remus by himself and a few of their other friends too.

But yeah… None of that is really a thing anymore, not the coffees or the texts or the promises of being one another’s always. Not after calling it quits in early January because they knew by August they’d be working with thousands of miles between them and a three hour difference on top of that. It just wouldn’t have been feasible in the long run, and sure— Remus was the one to broach the topic and he knows that Sirius was hesitant about the logical side of it, but sometimes Remus wishes Sirius had fought harder, had argued louder, had wanted Remus more. But that’s a ridiculous expectation, and he had only admitted as much to Lily. And at the end of the day, it was the right choice, because it’s only early May now, and Remus can’t imagine how sick he’ll feel once catching his flight to Berkeley, and they’re steadfastly back in the best friends category of things. He can’t fathom how it would’ve been if they spent all these months and the ones after being together in all those intimate ways, knowing that they’ll be so far apart soon enough.

It was the right decision for the both of them and their friendship.

“Yeah, sure. Let’s go with that,” James says, bringing Remus out of his gloomy contemplations while opening the glass door to Three Broomsticks, sporting a thin smile that he always has on when he’s trying to be kind even when he’s irritated as all get out.

Remus snorts at him, elbow checking his side as he walks past. “Well he’s sharing that dorm with you and Sirius in New Haven, so I guess you’ve got that to look forwards to.”

James’s face pulls into a grimace and their typical barista nods their way, already receiving their orders through the app and sparing them having to wait in the queue. “Maybe Pete’ll grow his own personality in university, yeah?”

“Sure Prongsie,” Remus says, noncommittal as he checks his phone and lies against the windowpane, already exhausted by the morning. “And if he doesn’t, I’m sure Sirius is about to blow his lid any day now.”

“It’s going to be funny as fuck, and you won’t even be there to see the debris,” James counters, sounding pleasant enough even though Remus knows that he’s nearly as pissed off as Sirius is about the decision for him to go back to his home state for undergrad.

“You’ll send pictures though.”

“Of course Moony my old friend,” James jokes, tossing him a wink as they straighten once spotting their coffees being rung up. But as Remus takes a step forwards, he notices that a familiarly tan pair of hands are reaching for them, and when Remus looks up he feels like an idiot for not noticing him sooner. Because there Sirius is, dashing as ever in their school’s maroon blazer and tan pants, and his hair is windblown and shining as it falls midway of the nape of his neck. But Remus doesn’t really have the chance to appreciate just how damn good looking his ex-boyfriend is, rather, he’s more distracted by how Sirius doesn’t even notice him or James as he pivots around and hands over the second cup to a beaming Gideon Prewett. Their heads incline while they exchange a few words that are absolutely impossible to pick up in the crowded cafe before they bump their shoulders together and walk out the opposite door.

And it feels like nothing else watching that exchange— like their was a hammer and pick chipping away at his stupid, weeping heart.

“I think they’re just doing a project together,” James says lowly in Remus’s ear, clapping him on the back in reassurance, and Remus loves him, but he’s not in the mood for false platitudes, feels like there is a ugly, burning fire festering deep in his stomach and making Remus want to hurl all over the wooden floors.

“Yeah, I’m sure,” he replies instead, mild as he discretely picks up his phone again and opens up to the last conversation he had this morning.

R: need intel

L: Say more sexy things to me, lover

R: sirius and Gideon

R: what’s going on there

L: I’ll take a look, dw

Buoyed by Lily’s scary levels of detective skills, Remus returns his phone to his satchel and signals James to follow him to pick up their actual drinks. “C’mon, Flitwick hates it when we’re late.”

“Do you want the good news first, or the bad.” Lily asks Remus later that morning during their shared free period, dropping her bag on the tabletop that they typically commandeer towards the back of Hogwarts’s library, nearest the windows and tucked away by the shelves.

“Is there actually any good news? Or are you just saying that to make me feel better.” Remus asks, single brow cocked as he shuts his history book and tosses it to the side.

“Well your hair looks especially nice today,” she offers with a small smile, sitting besides him and ruffling his curls.

“Thanks, I suppose. But I’d rather just get to it. And don’t sigh at me like that! All long suffering and all.”

Rolling her eyes, Lily gathers her hair into a high pony before turning to Remus fully. “You’re my best friend, I love you more than just about anyone. You know that, right?” Lily asks him, stiff stance relaxing when he nods in turn. “Then understand that I’m saying this from a place of love, but you don’t get to be mad at him, okay. You’re the one who called it off Re, you’re the one who wanted you guys to go back to being friends to avoid that messiness in August. And you know I respect the decision, but also it wasn’t the only one to be had. I mean look at James and I—“

“You’re going to Columbia Lils,” Remus bristles, hates how defensive he’s getting all of a sudden. “That train ride is like two hours and some change at the very most. It’s not the same.”

“You guys could’ve made it work,” she insists, green eyes blazing in the dim light. “He’s crazy about you, and you’re in love with him— Like ass backwards in love. You can’t just cut that off like it’s nothing, damn it, Remus.”

He can feel his own ears reddening and Remus hates it, hates how today had started off so innocuous and now it’s an absolute shit show. Remus hates that Lily is always correct about everything, and hates how Sirius probably is regretting telling Remus he still fully intends to ask him out to prom, and hates how much he loves him— how whenever he looks at Sirius it’s just a deluge of wanting and adoring and regretting and needing to feel his lips against Sirius’s own again like a drug, how he’ll never forget how he tasted like coffee beans and cigarette smoke and the strawberries he ate every morning besides his breakfast. Remus hates it all and he can’t figure out how not to feel like suddenly everything is slipping out of his hands like sand drifting through his fingers.

“He’s probably not that crazy over me anymore considering he’s getting Gideon Prewett coffees now, so maybe it’s the right decision after all.” Is what Remus decides to tell Lily instead of that whirlwind of clashing feelings.

“Oh Christ,” Lily huffs, dropping her head back like she’s asking for strength from the heavens above. “Look, Dorcas tells me that they’ve only been out twice. And Marlene says that it’s nothing intense. Just a movie and then he went to go watch his nephew’s little league game.”

“Oh,” Remus intones, because, no. No he will not start crying like this is some fucking Nicholas Sparks novel, and he’s the wayward lead making all the worst decisions. He’s not going to cry damn it!

He is not a bird, and this is suppose to be happening, and none of this has any real consequence at the end of the day. He and Sirius broke up, and Sirius can go out with whoever he pleases— even if it’s good looking, ginger athletes.

Remus is fine.

“Remus,” Lily gently consoles, lacing her fingers into his own that’s resting on his lap, and squeezing for good measure. “Benjy told Mary, who told me during Calc that Gideon doesn’t expect anything. Sirius told him he’s not looking for anything long term.”

“That’s dumb,” Remus retorts, trying to hold everything in so that Lily doesn’t give him that concerned, doe eyed face of hers, like when he’s spent a week living off of protein bars and double shot espressos preparing for finals. “Gideon’s great, and there on the soccer team together, they would be perfect.”

“Remus, stop.”

“And he’s going to Dartmouth, so he’ll be super close for like weekend excursions and all of that.”

“Remus!”

“The more I think about it, Lils, the more it makes sense. They just fit.”

“Sure, those are all nice attributes,” Lily says, peering up at him disappointedly. “But he’s not you.”

Like a legion of angels singing in the distance, the bell begins to shrill for next period and Remus is spared from giving that statement any mind.

He spends the rest of the week acting as if he hadn’t even seen Sirius that morning whenever around him, and internally analyzing each and every exchange between them, and comparing to them to when he sees Sirius chatting with Gideon. And it’s not fun to say the least. It’s like a flashback to when he was trying to hide his crush on Sirius back in Freshman and most of sophomore year, but somehow worse. It’s worse because Remus had him, had Sirius in all the ways someone could ever want an other. He had Sirius’s languid morning kisses, and Sirius’s bark like laughter. Remus had Sirius being nervous the first time Lyall came for his typical Christmas visit, and Sirius had to try and impress him along with Remus’s mom as more than just the friend he hung around with at school. Remus had Sirius’s gruff voice when they were in bed and getting tangled into one another, and Sirius’s dopey looks in the middle of class when he’d be gazing over at Remus instead of the board. And if Remus is being honest, he knows he still has all those things, but it’s suddenly and searingly clear that some time— sooner rather than later— they’ll all leave, abruptly disappearing and shattering Remus’s world in their wake. Because eventually all of those different facets of Sirius’s won’t be Remus’s anymore— they’ll be Gideon’s or some other boy he meets in New Haven. And Remus can’t even be upset at it, he doesn’t have a claim to any of Sirius anymore, doesn’t get to call any part of him his.

And it’s probably the worst Remus has felt since that first night after their break up, because he’s eating every moment he has with Sirius like he’s famished and Sirius is the last meal he’ll ever know. He wants to memorize every part of him before he can’t have any of it. He wants to unravel every layer of Sirius, and kiss it for the final time, and it’s like saying goodbye a thousand times over, strangling his heart and splintering something desperate deep inside of him.

Like now.

It’s edging on midnight, and they drove up to the lake front near their suburb, with Sirius lying with his head on Remus’s lap and his long, muscled body lying against the tattered blanket beneath them. And his eyes are fluttered shut while the speaker they brought croons out the indie playlist they like most from Spotify.

And Remus can’t help but feel like this is one of their last nights like this, alone and quiet and together without any other specter of some other partner. So he watches him, watches the moonlight pacing over his nose and the high bones of his cheeks and across Sirius’s eyelids too. Remus watches his ink like lashes kissing his skin, and wants to touch the divot of his cupids bow like so many times before while his other hand cards through Sirius’s hair.

And Remus lets himself want Sirius and wonders if he’ll ever stop wanting, craving, loving him.

“I can hear you thinking Moons,” Sirius says, fluttering his eyes open and crunching up before Remus can even respond. “What’s going on?”

“Huh? What do you mean? I’m fine.” Remus all but sputters, folding his knees against his chest and wrapping his arms around them, feeling somehow vulnerable in blistering ways. “Nothing is going on.”

“Pff,” Sirius gives him a pointed look, settles down so that they’re side by side and tries to get Remus to look at him head on. “You’ve been strange all week, Moony.”

“That’s not—“

“And then tonight, you didn’t even tease your ma when she was telling us about that patient who puked all over her shoes.”

“Just tired is all.”

“But had enough energy to smoke half the joint I brought.” Sirius says with a snort, looking frustrated again when Remus didn’t even flinch a smile at the counter. “Remus, talk to me.”

“It’s fine Sirius,” Remus sighs, suddenly remembers how exhausting all their arguments were in the past. How Sirius tries getting him to speak everything in his mind, as if Remus could even put them into words.

“Okay, then tell me why you rejected my offer to go to that Frank Ocean concert. You’re obsessed with him.”

“’S in July,” Remus reminds him lightly, focusses on the way they can see the North star glimmering against the horizon instead.

“And, so?” Sirius asks, sounding more than a bit scathing. “You’re not leaving for another month after that, you trying to cut me off completely by the summer or something?”

“Don’t be an idiot.”

“Don’t be condescending.”

“Sirius, just leave well enough alone. Holy shit.”

“I can leave it alone if you can actually tell me what the fuck is going on with you,” Sirius snaps, standing up now, probably because he always likes using his height advantage on most people whenever he gets all pissy.

“You can be such a prick sometimes, you know that?” Remus snarls at him, following suit and dipping his head back just slightly so that they’re eye to eye. “Not everything is on your schedule, you know that.”

“My schedule!” Sirius’s brows jump to his hairline, and he breaks into that manic laughter that springs up only when he’s so angry he can’t put his thoughts together. “I’m trying to do as much shit with you as possible before you leave, because for some stupid fucking reason I’m going to miss you when your across the fucking country! But yeah, whatever. If you’re actually just sick of me and my presence or what the fuck else, you can just—“

“I would’ve assumed you wanted to go with Gideon,” Remus blurts out, simply unable to hold it back any more, unable to pretend like he’s not suffering a thousand fresh paper cuts every time he even glances Sirius’s way these days. He can’t do this, can’t pretend to just be friends when they were— when they are— so much more than that. “To the concert I mean. I just assumed—“

“No,” Sirius says, seething as he storms up to Remus— close enough that the tips of their noses brush up against each other.

“No? Excuse me?”

“No Remus you don’t get to do this!” Sirius repeats, voice going frayed at the edges as their glances level. “You don’t get to pretend as if I want anyone more than I want— than I’ve always wanted you. And you don’t get to float around for the rest of your life pretending as if this’ll ever change for me. As if you can’t hit me up in fifteen years when I’m married with kids, and ask to get back together, and think that I wouldn’t drop it all for you.”

Remus’s heart begins to thud, loud and painful against his ribcage, and his lungs feel like they might collapse the instant Remus let’s the tears swimming in his eyes sprinkle out. “Sirius, I ca—“

“I’ve been in love with you since before we were suppose to mean what that meant, damn it, Remus! And you’re the one who called it off!”

“It was the right decision.” Remus croaks out, plunging his hands into his hoodie’s pockets, doesn’t want Sirius to see the way they’re shaking.

“”For you. The right decision for you.” Sirius presses, his gray eyes dark underneath the stars. “And you know I’d do anything you wanted of me, but you don’t get to be mad at the ways I cope. And you sure as fuck don’t get to be jealous of fucking Gideon Prewett, as if he can hold a match to you.”

“Oh.” Is all Remus can gather to say, peering back down at his shoes and pressing together his lips, feels the most lost he ever has while around Sirius. “I love you too, you know that. You know I love you so much that it hurts sometimes— That was never the problem.”

Sirius makes a strangled sound deep in his throat, and the next second, Remus can’t feel the warmth of his body besides him because Sirius is darting over to the cusp of the lake and kicking at a rock. “Fuck, Remus. You can’t just say that, all right! You can’t because none of this is fair, or okay. And I fucking hate it and I hate this and—“

“Maybe we can try,” Remus says, quiet but unshaken. And he watches as Sirius slowly turns back around, face scrunched up in utter confusion, but eyes glittering with something like hope. “I love you Sirius, and you love me. And Lily’s right, fucking hell she’s so right. I can’t just turn it off, okay. I’ve tried and I’ve tried, but I can’t. I can’t be around you and not want every part of you. But I also can’t let myself stay away from you. So let’s try, and it’s probably a stupid difficult decision, and we’re going to be frustrated and we’re going to miss one another but I know there’s going to be no one I want more and I think you migh— Oof.”

Remus can’t continue rattling off any of the reasons why they should get back together, because Sirius is somehow magically popping up in front of him— his large hands cupping against Remus’s jawline and his thin lips crashing against him, and Remus can only wrap his arms around Sirius’s torso and give him back all he’s pushing forwards.

And it might’ve been a minute or an hour that past, but Sirius is pulling back with a face that looks lighter in ways Remus hasn’t seen on him since the breakup all those months ago. “I’d literally agree to anything if it means we can stay together, Moony. Absolutely anything.”

Remus feels the strain against the apples of his cheeks as he beams at him at the sound of the oath. “Yeah, me too Padfoot. Always and forever, it’s you.”

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#WOLFSTAR #REMUS LUPIN #SIRIUS BLACK #SIRIUSXREMUS #REMUSXSIRIUS #WOLFSTAR ANGST #WOLFSTAR FLUFF #THE HARRY POTTER SERIES #HARRY POTTER SERIES #MARAUDERS #SPILT INK #I AM A MESS #I HATE ME LMFAO

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Loving You (Part 5)

Part 1 I Part 2 I Part 3 I Part 4

Because exams make me stressed. But I did get through some of them. And I think I only have one more to go! So here comes an update!

Warning : Omegaverse. Beta!Reader x Omega!Wanda Maximoff. Curse Words. Mentions of Bullying. Indication of Self-Harm.

Also, just tell me if I need to add more warnings so I can edit as quickly as I can.

Taglist : @mitchiesdungeon / @upsidedowndanvers / @trikruismybitch / @fayhar / @madamevirgo

Monday comes and you stretch your body. You were spent yesterday. There was an emergency at the firm, so your Mom and your sisters had to be there. So you spent half of the day cleaning the house with your Ma but then she also had to go because the emergency got bigger so you had to go do all the cleaning and chores by yourself. You also didn’t get to talk to Wanda because your phone was inside your room all day. The morning was a blur and you snap out of your daze when someone talks to you.

“Did I do something wrong?” Wanda asks before you could even go to your locker. You furrow your eyebrows and shake your head.

“What? No.”

“Then why didn’t you talk with me yesterday?” You yawn.

“Do I have to?” Wanda gets taken aback as you push past her. She looks shocked at your question. She thought that things were going well? Did she really do something wrong? She clutches her chest as she goes to her first class. Pietro pushes you away from your locker and you let him. It was like the old times where people just shove you or push you.

“What the fuck is wrong with you? Are you an idiot?” You don’t answer. You just get your book and close your locker. “Y/LN!” He grabs your arm and you have had enough.

You haven’t had enough sleep.

Your body hurts like someone just smashed it with a sledgehammer.

People are suddenly talking to you.

Your own family doesn’t trust you.

Janine just tried to bully you again last week. You had a nightmare about all the things she had done last year.

You got mad so suddenly because people think you’re trying something when you just want a quiet life.

You’re falling faster and you can’t risk it if Wanda is not your soulmate because you knew that if you do fall then that’s it. A one-time deal that you had no say in.

You dread every day that you get older because it’s just a step away in proving to everyone that you won’t get accepted to colleges.

You’re a Beta who doesn’t deserve to live.

Tears fall and you take a deep breath. Pietro lets go and you thank the stars. You don’t need anyone trying something with you today. You were silent as you wipe your tears away while going to your class.

“Y/LN.” Natasha calls out during lunch and you sigh. You were inside the library and people still somehow found you. You look up to her and sigh as you pack up your things and get your bag. She drags you outside and you just let her. Will this be the day that the Avengers would finally bully you? You just hope they don’t drag along Wanda… damn it. It’s your fault again. Your stomach falls as Natasha drags you to the cafeteria. Will they publicly humiliate you?

“Natasha! What are you-“ Natasha stops as you both get to their table.

“Explain.” You stop as Wanda hides behind Pietro.

“What?”

“Why are you suddenly being a dick?” Angel holds out her hand for them to stop.

“Why are you wearing a jacket?” You pull down your sleeves to hide your wrists and both Wanda and Angel lunge at you, you try to push them away but Natasha tackles you down. She holds you down as Wanda and Angel look at your wrists. They let go as they gasp. You stop resisting and sigh. Natasha checks and glares at you.

“WHAT THE FUCK!?” She shouts at you and you don’t even flinch. You look at her with blank eyes and she gulps. What the hell happened?

“Get off me.” You mumble and Natasha complies. You get your bag and get the letter that you received yesterday. “Here.” You hold it out to Wanda and she shakily gets it. You stand and try to leave but Angel stops you. Wanda opens it and cries as she reads. She hugs you and gives Angel the letter. You don’t hug her back.

“What the hell!? Who the fuck sent this!?” Angel shouts and Natasha snatches the letter out of her hand. “You fucking assholes!” Pietro holds Angel back as the Avengers read the letter. Their faces get angrier by the second.

“Who the fuc-“

“Does it matter?” Wanda pulls away and you snatch the letter up. “It’s the truth anyways. Hope you had-“ Angel slaps you and you scoff. “Is that-“ Pietro grabs your collar. He snarls at you.

“This isn’t the truth! For fuck’s sake!”

“It is.” You mumble and Wanda grabs your hand. She drags you to the courtyard and pushes you on the bench that you two always hung out on. She straddles you and you immediately feel calm. She whispers comforting words and you can’t help but hug her. You realize your actions while in daze and you can’t help but cry. You whisper your apologies over and over but Wanda just keep shushing you and rubbing your back.

You groan as the school bell rings. You went to the nurse and got your wrists bandaged up. You’ve been out of it and only went to classes like a drone.

“You okay?” You nod at Angel and get your things into your bag. It’s a good thing that your hand just wrote notes automatically since you knew that nothing got inside your head. “Let’s start tomorrow, okay? Rest up.”

“Thanks.” You mumble as you get out of your last class. You realize that two people were waiting for you and Angel.

“Hey, babe.” Angel greets and Natasha smiles as they hold hands. They kiss and Angel turns to you. “Bye, Y/N, Wanda.”

“Bye.” You both say and wave at them as they leave. You sigh as you face her.

“Wanda. I’m really sorr-“ She hugs you and you hug her back.

“Don’t be. Just.” She pulls away and flicks your forehead. “Tell me next time.”

“About?”

“The letter and the thoughts.” You nod and sigh. You both walk outside.

“It’s just.” You sigh as you run a hand along your hair. “My thoughts got out of hand and there was just no one else in the house.” You clench your fists. “They spiraled before I noticed.” Wanda holds your hand and you calm down.

“That’s why tell me. I’ll run to you if you ever have them.”

“Why?” She smiles and pulls you closer to her.

“Because I meant what I said. I don’t think I could live without you.” You kiss her and she kisses you back.

“Aren’t we moving too fast? We just met a month ago.” She chuckles and pulls away.

“Maybe. But I don’t care.” She intertwines her hand to yours. “This feels right. You feel right.” You smile at her words.

“I love you.” Wanda’s heart beat faster and you smirk as she blushes. “I love how your hand fits with mine. How your scent calms me down. How kissing you feels like I’m on cloud nine.”

“Sweet talker.” She kisses you.

“No. Just being honest.”

You go to school next day with your bandaged wrists exposed and you feel everyone stare at them. You go to Wanda’s locker.

“Hey.” She smiles at you and closes her locker. She takes your hand and you kiss her.

“You’re not covering them.” You hum as you both go to your locker.

“Mom and Ma got angry which is why I’m going to Therapy later. Sorry I can’t meet with you.” She shakes her head as you take your books.

“Your emotional health takes priority.” You pout as you close your locker.

“But you’re my cure.” She pushes you away and you chuckle.

“Shut up.” She mumbles as you take her hand.

“Y/N? No jacket?” Angel asks as she, Natasha, Steve, Bucky and Pietro approach you two.

“Nope.” You show them your wrist and shrugs. “Why bother?” Angel smiles. “By the way, can we start on Thursday for the project? I have a session today and a date tomorrow.”

“Oh? So it’s official now? You two are dating?”

“Oh. They are if they’re not then I’m going to beat up Y/N.” You chuckle as Wanda rolls her eyes.

“You’re only older by twelve minutes, Pietro, don’t push it.”

“Older is older, Wanda.” You laugh as you all get to class.

Lunch comes and Wanda picks you up from your classroom. You both go to the cafeteria.

“Finally eating like normal people?” Angel asks as you and Wanda sit on their table.

“We do eat.”

“Sandwiches and juice. The cafeteria offers much more.” You shrug as you eat.

“Convenient is convenient.” Angel shakes her head at you.

“Y/LN.” Tony calls out and you look at him.

“What’s up?”

“Sorry for being sexist assholes.” You stop and so does everyone else around you. They wait with bated breath. “We judged before we even knew you.” You smile at him and before you could even reply, Natasha says something first.

“Sorry for getting jealous. I don’t like it when anyone else asks for Angel’s number.” You chuckle and nod.

“Thank you for apologizing.” Tony holds out his hand and you accept it.

“Y/N!” Alsie calls out from her car and you turn to Wanda.

“That’s my ride. See you tomorrow?” She nods and you kiss her.

“I love you.” You grin.

“I love you too.”

“So what do you think was the cause?”

“Two phrases. It was ‘always your fault’… and-“ You mumble the last part and your therapist, Dr. Martin lean towards you.

“Y/N. Speak up, I’m af-“ You cut her off.

“Wanda is just pretending.”

“And you believed it?” You laugh.

“Yes. That’s why I was in a daze. I believed every line and every word.”

“Why is that?” You sigh.

“I was afraid.”

“Of what?”

“Everything that was happening.” You take a deep breath. “People were being nice to me. My sisters suddenly visited. My mom and ma started getting interested in my life… I guess everything was changing and I didn’t want to believe it.”

“Or rather you were afraid of it.”

“Yes.”

“I know changes are a scary thing but they are inevitable. You have all these happenings, what do you think is the root of them?”

“Wanda.”

“Who?”

“Well, she’s-“ You take a deep breath. “I think I’m falling for her.”

“Think?” You shake your head.

“I already am.” Linda smiles and you sigh. “I just- I think it’s too fast. Everything that’s happening.”

“And why is that?”

“I’m just a Beta! I don’t deserve-“

“And that’s why you’re so afraid. You’re second gender.” You nod.

“It’s the reason why I got bullied. Why teachers are ignoring me. Why people avoid me.”

“Why you also got disconnected with your own family.”

“Yes. I believed that I deserved everything because of something that I cannot control.”

“It’s good that you do remember our past sessions.” You chuckle.

“Things are changing and I have to accept them for what they are.”

“Yes. And you’re second gender?”

“Is something I did not choose nor should be ashamed of.”

“How’d it go?” Alsie asks as you stretch your body after leaving Dr. Martin’s office.

“Good.” Alsie nods then stands.

“Where’s the letter?”

“Why? What do you need it for?”

“Things.”

“You’re going to find who wrote it, aren’t you?”

“Yes.” You comply and give her the letter.

“Tell me who it is before you destroy their life, will you?”

“Why?”

“I might want to get in a punch or two.” Alsie grins and nods. You both get out and go home.

You go to school the next day and stretch as you walk down the hallways. You see Wanda and smile as you approach her.

“Hey, gorgeous, good morning.” “Morning.” She yawns and you take her hand.

“Is something wrong?”

“Just tired.” Pietro chuckles as he approaches you two. “Mom made her clean our garage all night.” You raise an eyebrow at him.

“Why?”

“She was caught sneaking out.”

“For what?”

“You. I wanted to see you.” You grin and kiss her.

“You could’ve just video call me.” She pouts.

“That’s not the same.” You laugh.

“I guess not.”

You hum as you sit on the bench. You just finished your date with Wanda and you were both on a stroll around the park. Wanda straddles you. You hug her and she hums.

“Don’t you have curfew today?” She frowns at you.

“Do you want me to leave?” You shake your head.

“Of course not, but I don’t want you to get in trouble.”

“Why?”

“I don’t want to be a bad influence.” You kiss her. “When I meet your parents, I want them to know my intentions with you.”

“What intentions?” You hum.

“That’s for them to know and for you to find out.” She pouts and you chuckle.

You yawn as you and Angel hover your laptop. You were at the cafeteria with the Avengers. You’ve brought your laptop for the day so you two could start the project. Both Wanda and Natasha are fuming with your and Angel’s closeness but you just ignore them. This project costs about quarter of your grade in an AP class. Both you and Angel love them. Really. But priorities need to be put first.

“You two are serious about that project, huh?”

“Quarter of overall grade.” “AP Class.” You both answer and Natasha sighs. Wanda holds your hand and you look at her.

“What’s up?” She shakes her head and you give her a small smile.

“Just wanted to.” You chuckle and kiss her hand. You spend the whole lunch holding her hand whilst paying attention to Angel and making plans for the project. “Y/N.” She calls out and you look at her. She was holding up your meal’s spoon with food on it. “You need to eat.” You sigh and nod. You accept the food and hum. She smiles as you finish it. You kiss her cheek and get back to Angel. She eats her own food as she makes random patterns on your palm.

You groan as you and Angel spend your last class, just researching for the project.

“Miss Wanda that much?” You glare at her and she snickers.

“Shut up.” You grumble and focus on your research.

“That was good.” You hum as you pack up your things and laptop.

“We’re already halfway done.” You both get out and both Natasha and Wanda were waiting for you two. And you flinch as Natasha approaches you.

“Y/LN. Here.” She gives you a book and you look at it.

“Wha-“

“An apology for the last time. I got jealous and was immature. I should’ve trusted you and Angel more.” You sigh.

“You should.” You cross your arms. “She’s your soulmate, woman.” She groans.

“I know. My instinct just told me that you were a threat.”

“Why? I’m only a Beta.” Wanda hits you softly and you smile at her. “Besides.” You take Wanda’s hand and kiss it. “I only have eyes for her.”

“Okay. We get it.” Angel gets Natasha’s hand. “You two are running for the cutest couple.”

“I’m pretty sure you two won that last year.”

“Well now, we have serious competition.” Angel smiles and she holds up her hand. You slap it with yours. You both laugh. “See you tomorrow, Y/N.”

“See you too, Gel!” She and Natasha waves at you and Wanda before leaving. Wanda holds in her laughter and you turn to her.

“Gel?” You scoff at her as you two walk together.

“It’s a nickname!”

“What’s that?” You hum and raise an eyebrow at Alsie. It was already Saturday before you knew it and you had a date with Wanda tomorrow since she was busy today. “New book? That’s not your usual genre.”

“You mean her usual documentary, mystery or thriller?” You glare at Valerie who smirks. You sigh as you keep reading.

“Someone gave it to me.” Your two sisters look at each other and they both hum.

“Wanda?” You shake your head and they get taken aback. You had more friends?

“Then who?”

“Romanoff.”

“Natasha? You’re friends with Natasha Romanoff.” You nod and they gasp. You close your book and glare at them.

“WHAT?” They get up in front of your face and you shield yourself with the book. They barrage you with questions and your eye kept twitching as you get more annoyed. The hell is wrong with them? “Stop!” They both back off as you glare at them. “What’s with you two?”

“You know her parents?” You raise an eyebrow as you nod.

“They just switched to our firm last week.” Oh.

“The emergency?” They nod. Alsie gets up and Valerie nods at her.

“They were the reason why we were all needed there.”

“Even Ma?”

“Ma was there to calm the employees down.”

“Ah.” Alsie comes back and holds out a brown folder to you. It says Romanoff Airlines on the side and you take it. “This is?”

“Open it and read it.” You nod and Alsie turns on the TV.

Romanoff Airlines. Opened in 1956 and has been one of the Pioneer Airlines in both Europe and America. This is because of their partnership with Stark Industries who provide the latest technology to Air Transportation through them.

Current Owners: Melina Vostokoff and Alexei Shostakov. Both are Russians and ex-spouses. Although they are divorced, they still live together with their two children.

Heirs: Natasha Romanoff and Yelena Belova. Both are adopted and have decided to take their biological parents’ surnames but are still living in America and with their adoptive parents.

Natasha Romanoff. Currently attending high school. Can speak many languages (Exact number was not extracted), is friends with Tony Stark, Vision Stark and many others. Is a helper of martial arts clubs. Martial Arts Expert. Is a gifted student, passing all of her classes with flying colors. Decided not to take any AP Classes because it was ‘time consuming’.

Yelena Belova. Currently attending middle school. Can speak many languages. Martial Arts Expert. Gymnast. Gold Medalist.

You read everything before closing it.

“You okay?”

“Why switch to our firm?”

“Apparently because their previous firm was shady and we were recommended by Natasha.”

“Did you ask her why?”

“Yep. She just said that we know why.” Their words click inside your head and you look shocked.

“Me?”

“Most likely.”

“Huh.” You give the folder back to Alsie and hum.

“You good?”

“Yep.” You say as you open your book and continue reading.

A/N:

Because Angst makes me feel things.

I don't think I would ever write a series without an ounce of angst.

Thank you for Reading!

#Wanda Maximoff x reader #Wanda Maximoff x Fem!Reader #Omegaverse #Omegaverse fic #marvel #marvel fanfic #scarlet witch x reader #wanda x you #wanda x y/n

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peralta-guaranteed · 3 years

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do not mind me I am just here thinking about Jake being the little spoon with Amy while also being the big spoon with Mac and creating the perfect Peraltiago cuddle sandwich

(I do mind you very much anon because I had never thought about that before and oh my god do I need it now)

The sound of Mac's favourite new tv show echoes quietly from the bedroom when Amy steps out of the bathroom in a towel, and as stressed out as she still is after that hot shower she just enjoyed, the sight of Mac and Jake cuddling on her side of the bed is enough to make her shoulders relax, no matter what they've just put behind them. They're here now, safe and sound, Mac's eyes closed shut and his pacifier bobbing away, Jake's hand absent-mindedly stroking over his head, the other one wrapped around his middle to hold him close while he stares at the television screen across the room with hazy eyes.

-*-

They've all had a pretty hard and frankly scary week. Amy'd already warned Jake that she would probably not be home much to help out at all, gearing up for a major meeting and discussion panel with several higher-ups she was trying very hard not to panic about, and she was more than relieved that Jake had taken it all in stride even when daycare called in as well, to tell them that Mac's usual two days a week would have to be cancelled due to another outbreak.

And then Mac had gotten sick anyway, so sick that Jake lost his nights to sitting up with him as well, as Amy tiptoed in and helped as much as she could - she'd gotten maybe 3 or 4 hours of sleep a night, barely able to make herself presentable for work in the mornings, but she could tell from Jake's haggard looks every morning as she kissed him goodbye for the day that he'd gotten even less.

It was enough to make that week one of the few she underscored with a harsh black line in her monthly planner, but she added a red line underneath on thursday, when Jake called her at work - something he rarely ever did, sticking to texts she could choose to ignore until later if she was too busy - to tell her he wasn't taking any more chances and bringing Mac to the ER after the morning had brought another intense round of throwing up, 5 blown out diapers in under 10 minutes and a fever that made the super-smart kid thermometer she got them blast out a rather terrifying warning beep.

Seeing her baby with an IV in his arm as she raced into the ER after giving Holt the quickest explanation she could, quietly sniffling and sucking on a freeze pop Jake was holding for him while also hugging him in his lap, told her he made the right call before the pediatrician coming over to speak to her ever could.

-*-

"He needs more fluids than he could drink right now." Jake explained what the doctor had already said when she came over to kiss both him and Mac on their foreheads, a tired sigh from the both of them in response. "But his fever is already down from the medicine they gave him."

They were allowed to take him home for the night, luckily, after his fever had gone down some more and the nurses had made sure he'd kept at least one meal in, with another big bag of medicine and 'What To Do If...' instructional booklets Jake was reading out loud for her as she drove them home. Jake was holding onto Mac's foot in his car seat like a lifeline, even as his little buddy dozed on and off from the stress of the ER and so many foreign people around him, lifted him into his arms more carefully than ever to carry him up the stairs to their apartment, and Amy knew he was not going to just put him down into his crib-converted toddler bed, nor would Mac let him, the way he clung onto his shoulders with a sad little whine in his throat from the exhaustion of the past days.

So she'd switched on the bedroom tv for some comfort - screen time rules be damned in this case - while Jake got Mac into some fresh pjs, took him just long enough so that Jake could get into sweats as well, and promised to take over for him after her shower so he could jump in, too.

-*-

But she doesn't believe he's going to take her up on that offer as she sees them side by side on the bed now, Mac's back pressed firmly against Jake's chest as he curls around the little guy.

Everyone likes to be the little spoon. It makes you feel safe.

Mac is fast asleep now, as safe as he could ever be. On a normal day, she'd probably think about lifting him out of Jake's arms to put him to bed in his own room, but she'd rather sleep there herself than to break up their little bubble of quiet.

"You know you can turn it off once he's asleep." She whispers instead after getting her own PJs on, climbing onto the free side of the bed carefully.

"Beep and Boop are gonna explain why we need to recycle next." Jake mumbles as an answer when she leans over his side, strokes through his messy hair as she reaches for the remote on the bedside table.

"Your wife should not need to explain why you need to take the chance to sleep when you can after this week." She presses a kiss to his temple as the screen switches off.

"I feel like I've forgotten how to do that." Jake sighs, and she can see the exhaustion on his face, the lines around his mouth and bags under his eyes that actually make him look his age for once. "What if Mac wakes up again? I don't think he ate enough, and-"

"If he wakes up, you'll wake up. You always do." She says in the most soothing voice she can muster, her hand not stilling in his hair as she watches his eyelids flicker. "And even if you don't, I'm still here to wake up too."

Everyone likes to be the little spoon. It makes you feel safe.

She slides up to him without moving her hand from his nape, nestles against his back as he sighs once more, deeper and calmer than before. One of his hands lets go of Mac and settles on her thigh instead, wrapped around his hip to really stay close.

"I'm gonna call in sick tomorrow. Holt will understand." She mumbles against his shoulder where her head rests, her fingertips scratching along the very edge of his hairline as her other arm comes around his waist, finds his hand on Mac's tummy to interlock their fingers against his soft, even breaths.

"Love you." Jake mumbles in reply, and his voice is halfway into dreamland, she can tell from its cadence alone, but she still answers.

"Love you too."

She spends a moment longer awake, feeling the steady breathing of the two most important people in her world under her hands, before her eyes fall closed as well.

-*-

None of them have moved even an inch when she blinks awake first in the morning, and Jake growls in his sleep when she twists around to reach for her cellphone on the bedside table, so she's quick to settle back against him once she's sent off a sick-call text to Holt and receives, weirdly enough, a thumbs up emoji as a reply and nothing else.

There's a much more expected follow up of "Dear Amy, I hope you and your family will feel better soon. Give Jake my best. Sincerely, Deputy Comissioner Raymond Holt" when she wakes up again a few hours later, and Jake makes no noise in his sleep this time, when she sneaks around to the side of the bed were Mac is smiling at her wide awake. She lifts him out of Jake's hug as only she ever could without waking him, and they share a lazy, tummy-friendly breakfast before Jake pats into the kitchen with his eyes half-closed and hugs them both from behind before getting himself a massive cup of coffee.

"Did you sleep okay?" She asks with a smile as the cup lifts into the air as he downs it.

"You never sleep badly as the little spoon, Ames." He grins softly before kissing her, Mac's hand slapping onto his cheek from her lap to keep them from completely getting lost in their kiss.

"But I did dream about Beep and Boop making me sit through an exam about recycling and I completely failed."

#B99 #Brooklyn 99 #Peraltiago #Jake Peralta #Amy Santiago #my writing #ficlet #fic #mac peralta

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Bad Timing IV

A/N: To all the soft hearted crybabies requesting it: here’s part 4 to dry your tears from part 3. Thanks for all the interaction with this series, you guys are the best! <3<3<3<3

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4

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I take my coffee to the little patio in the backyard of my childhood home, breathing deeply. It was a couple weeks since the traumatic incident at the bank, the one where I nearly died and found a way to live again. The higher ups practically begged me to take paid leave, I had a feeling they just didn’t want me to take anything to court. I’d told them I would take the month, and knew I would hand in my resignation thereafter. I enjoyed my job as much as the next person but it was too much for me. It felt like closing a door on a chapter of my life that I wanted to move on from.

And now, I could truly relax, I wasn’t running away from anything for the first time in my life. After everything that happened in that small restroom at the back of the bank, Harry and I came to a peace. And I’d only moved on from there.

“You’re up early,” my dad comes into view, a cup of tea in hand. “Your flight doesn’t leave until tonight right?”

“Yeah, just thought I would appreciate the views before I go back to a city,” I move my feet off the chair so he could sit.

“You can come here anytime.”

“I know,” I wrap my hands around my mug. “Coming here it just...reminds me of mum. And it’s hard...”

“This is how I stay connected to her,” he pats the table between us. “She loved this place, her garden and those darn birds she fed all the time.”

“You feed them now,” I look to the birdfeeder filled lovingly to the brim with seeds.

“I do it because...” he says quietly. “It’s what she would want.”

I think about my mum, what she would want. It hurt when I thought about how she left me, married and happy in love. And then how much hurt I went through, always wishing she was there. In some way I know she knew--wherever she was. But I wish I could hear her, I wish I could have a love like she had.

“So, when do I get to meet this new boy of yours?” My dad asks.

“Dad, you know his name’s Alec.”

“I would if I met him, put a face to the name.”

I roll my eyes, my dad was a bit overprotective after everything that’s happened in my life. I think he felt guilty in a small way, him and Harry always got on--we teased them about their bromance. He was just as blindsided as me. But I’d told my dad everything that happened the first night I came over. He hadn’t judged, just listened, hugged me tightly, and left to make me a cup of tea. That was the most expressive my dad got.

After Alec took me back from from the hospital, I asked him to stay. And he had stayed since, making it official from casual to dating. It was scary but life was too short to hold back I had learned. I had to hold onto a good thing when I had one.

As for Harry, he hadn’t called me since that day he visited me. I’d left him a couple texts--when I was discharged home, and again to ask him how he was doing a week later. He’d sent a thumbs up and that was it. I thought we were okay, but he blew me off even when I tried to call him. It hurt a little, but I’d been so busy packing and getting on, that I let him be for now. I would wait until after visiting my sister to find out where his head was at.

H’s POV

It’s been nearly a month since I walked out of Y/N’s hospital room, and we’d just about tied all the lose ends from the case. The only thing about it all that lingered on my mind was Y/N. I missed her more than I had all these years apart, but I sat in the ache of wanting. It was time I catch up to the consequences of my past actions. I turned to writing, starting again after years of thinking I no longer had a passion for it. It felt freeing.

She’d texted me, called me too. I tried not to respond even though everything in me wanted to pick up the phone and ask her out to dinner, invite her over for a movie, ask her if she wanted to take my car and drive out somewhere like we used to after exams in uni. But I let her be, imagining that she was happy somewhere. With Alec, or whoever she wanted to be with.

The last thing I expect, is for her to be standing outside my station late Thursday night.

“Y/N?” I almost don’t recognise her. Gone was her stern bun and smart suit. Strands of her hair frame her face, like a piece of art on display. She has on a loose jumper and tights, a bum bag strapped across her chest that she roots through for something.

“Harry!” she drops her hands. “I’ve only been waiting here for...20 minutes, when your receptionist said your shift ended?”

“I had to finish up some paperwork. Why didn’t you call me?.”

“It’s not like you would’ve answered.” her hands on her hips, attitude dripping from every inch of her. “You’ve been avoiding me.”

“You look different,” I dodge the topic.

“I know,” she zips up her bag. “I had the month off, officially resigned today. I have absolutely nowhere to be. So I’m looking the part.”

“It looks good,” I say truthfully. She looked relaxed, like the Y/N I used to know. “You quit your job?”

“I had enough of that bank,” she shrugs. “I went to see my dad for a bit, and visited my sister. She’s doing well.”

“Ah,” I was glad she’d taken a break. She was glowing. “Seriously Y/N, you look really good.”

“You,” she points her finger at me. “Are not allowed to say things like that after ghosting me. I thought we...came to an understanding. You left me again.”

I open my mouth to say something, but her words hit me. She was right, I’d left her again. Fuck.

“Yeah,” she crosses her arms when I go speechless. “You admitted to your mistakes, apologized, and then left me. How do you think that’s made me feel?”

“I thought it was best if I left you alone,” I walk out of the way from the entrance and she follows me to my car, parked in the lot. “I just wanted to give you space--a chance at being happy.”

She scoffs, leaning against the driver’s side door. “Thought it was best for who, Harry? Who are you to define my happiness? It would’ve been nice just to hear you were doing okay!”

“I’m sorry!” I stumble for another excuse but I come up with none. “The truth is, seeing you with Alec that day I...it was hard for me. I couldn’t be around you like that.”

“What’s that mean?”

“I...” I look at her, looking at me expectantly. She was a woman with an agenda, she had come here looking for answers and wasn’t going to leave until I gave them to her. “I want you to be happy, all that shite. You can’t do that with me around. And it’s hard for me seeing you with someone else...I can’t stand to be in your life like that. Where I’m just...your ex.”

“So you’re saying, it took me nearly dying for you to realize?” Her eyebrow quirks up.

“In a way,” I huff. “It just, took me being around you to remember what I left, when we ended things. It also made me realize the mess I left behind-”

“Don’t you dare feel sorry for yourself,” she calls me out like nobody else could. It makes me laugh nervously and she takes it the wrong way. “Don’t laugh, I’m serious! I’ve felt sorry enough for the both of us for years. And maybe Y/N from a month ago would’ve wanted you to suffer a little bit, but not anymore. This last month...I’ve just felt so free and happy Harry. I get what you mean now, I get it. And I’m alright.”

“That’s great, I’m happy for you Y/N.”

“Yeah, I mean I get it, but you did go about it in the worst possible way-”

“I know.”

“I’m not done,” she pushes my shoulder. “Anyway, just because you did some shitty stuff, you don’t deserve to suffer okay? Move on. Onward. Not backwards.”

I’m taken aback again when she pushes herself off my car and wraps her arms around my shoulders. I slowly envelop her into me, savoring the feel of holding her even if it’s just for a moment.

“You deserve happiness,” she says in my ear. “If that means ghosting me, I won’t fight it. You just...have to let me know.”

“That’s not called ghosting,” I say as she separates herself from me. I want to pull her back but I stuff my hands in my pockets.

“Potato potato,” she waves her hand. “I should go. Just...take care of yourself Harry.”

Y POV (1 year later):

“That’s wonderful news,” I smile at my client who gathers their materials back into their portfolio. “I’ll have my assistant forward the contract over tonight. I look forward to working with your team.”

I shake hands and watch them leave the room before collapsing into my chair. I knew starting your own business was hard, but this last year was a bumpy road. I’d started my own consultation business, and only had two clients. This was my first big-deal contract I’d signed; I was promised two whole years with this team!

I reach for my phone to tell Alec, but I remember we weren’t talking. Well, I wasn’t speaking to him--he’d told me last night before my big meeting that he’d been offered a promotion at work. But the catch was it was in the Edinburgh offices “which works out perfectly for us! Your sister lives there, we can visit them often...what do you think?”

I’d been so angry then. Firstly, he’d sprung the news on me the night before a big day, and second he’d already made the decision for us. I was so angry I’d just gone quiet, and told him I had a big meeting the next morning.

My fingers itch though, to tell someone. My fingers hover over Harry’s name.

Every since I confronted him last year at work, he disappeared again but not completely. He texted me a few times, once on my birthday, another during a heat wave in the city asking me if I wanted to grab drinks. I wasn’t available and he hadn’t really texted me since. I knew he was a phone call away, and he knew the same of me. Yet neither of us ever picked up the phone to call each other. I wasn’t sure why, but we were still giving each other space.

Well fuck it, I think. I call him and he picks up on the fourth ring.

“Y/N?”

“Hey, are you busy?”

“Uh no--hold up, wait. Not you...Sorry Y/N give me a second.”

I bite my lip, he could be at work, I should’ve texted him.

“Hey,” Harry’s tone is different now, softer and the background noises quiet to almost nothing. “Sorry it was so loud in there, we’re celebrating a birthday--Serena, the receptionist you remember?”

“Oh yeah,” I have a vague picture of her in my head. “Don’t let me keep you from the festivities-”

“Why did you call? S’no big deal, I’m not a big cake person anyway.”

“Ooh, cake? Eat a slice for me, I don’t get enough sweets living with a health nut...” I trail off realizing who I was talking to.

“I’ll save you one if you swing by?” Harry suggests after a beat of awkward silence. Another second passes as I consider what he’s asking: he wanted to see me.

“Uh, okay! You don’t have to ask me twice,” I grin, a strange bubble of excitement making it’s way through me. “My office is actually not too far from your station. I’ll walk it.”

“Your office? Where are you these days?” Harry asks as I slip my bag over my body and head out the door. I was exactly an 8 minute walk from his station--I’d mapped it when I found the place cheap online.

“I’m renting a whole office! It’s all very professional--I mean it’s like, one and a half rooms..oh and I have to share the toilets with the whole floor-”

“That’s good, so there’s no way you’ll be caught dead in there if you’re sharing it with the floor,” I hear the laugh in his voice.

“That’s a very insensitive thing to say,” I scold him.

“It’s been a year, c’mon Y/N.”

“We almost died!”

“We weren’t going to die. You’re alive right now!”

“Thanks to a really bad detective and a toilet seat,” I say and relish at the sound of Harry’s laugh on the other end of the line.

“That’s not how you thank someone who saved your life,” Harry finally says when he’s done laughing.

“You didn’t save my life, I was never going to die in the first place remember?”

“Touche,” he laughs. “Get over here faster, I want to see your face.”

“I’m trying!” I speed up. The background noise grows louder on his side again and he apologises. “S’alright. Anyway I just called cuz I had good news and nobody to share it with immediately.”

“Tell me.”

“Long story short, I started my own consulting firm! Finance advice--stuff like that, and I signed my first long-term contract! With an actual client not just for like, a project! I’m-” I squeal, I couldn’t help it. “It’s such a big deal for me I’ve been struggling just breaking ever since I started up.”

“Y/N I’m getting you the whole bloody cake for that,” Harry says. I finally turn the corner to his station, nearly jogging at this point.

“Only if Serena doesn’t mind.” I joke.

“In that dress, who would mind,” he says. I pause on the street, he could see me. I squint but he’s nowhere in sight. And then there, he steps out from the steps and waves. I don’t bother taming the smile on my face and neither does he.

“I see you Detective,” I shout.

“I saw you first!” He shouts.

In an instant we’re rushing towards each other, bodies crashing as I wrap my arms around his neck and squeeze hard. It felt like a reunion.

“How did we go this long without seeing each other,” I say when we pull apart. “I’ve actually missed you.” With the closure between us and no baggage weighing our memories down, I’d actually begun to feel nostalgic about Harry every time I thought about us--usually the friendship, not quite the marriage.

“I don’t know,” Harry pulls me close to him again. “I think we gave each other too much space this time around. We’ve got to find a better middleground.”

“I think we’re standing on it.” I joke.

“Hey, Styles!” A voice calls from the entrance. “Stop snogging your girl and come back in here. Serena’s wondering why you’re running away from her big day.”

“I’m not snogging anybody,” Harry calls back. “And I’ll be there in a minute.”

“Bring her with ya, we’ve got plenty of cake!”

Harry looks down at me and I raise an eyebrow. “You think they’ll let me have more than a slice?”

“I’m their commanding officer, I can tell them to let you have as many as you want.”

“Lead the way,” I grin, half excited to see Harry and half excited for the baked goods. Harry grabs my hand and leads me in. Unfortunately, enough people recognize me from the bank heist that Harry has to explain we’ve known each other for a while. Fortunately, enough people remember me to ply me with sweets to make up for Harry screwing up my case. I have zero complaints and celebrate the day with free cake.

H’s POV

My phone vibrates with Y/N’s text, she was here for lunch. Ever since she called me a couple weeks ago and we decided we couldn’t live without staying in contact, we tried to pop over for lunch whenever we could. It felt like old times. Being Y/N’s friend again was what I was missing out on. I was finally living the version of my life that felt right. I had a bounce in my step, I felt happy when I woke up. Even my officers teased me, trying to allude that I was getting some until I threatened them with paperwork. But I was brighter at work too.

I text Y/N that I would be a few minutes more, and when I finally go into the lobby to meet her she’s having a conversation with Serena.

“Man of the hour,” Serena says as I walk up. “Your girl’s here.”

“I can see that, thank you.” Serena insisted on calling Y/N that despite telling her multiple times we weren’t together.

“Serena was just telling me all the wild things she got up to for her sixty-fifth,” Y/N winks at Serena. I didn’t want to be part of that conversation so I drag her by the arm out of the station.

We walk in silence towards a small sandwich shop around the corner from us. I grab her swinging hand to catch her attention, and she gives me a small smile before turning away. But she keeps her hand in mine.

She’s unusually quiet, and I wait until after we’ve ordered to broach the subject. Before I could, she blurts out: “Alec's got to give his final answer today.” I nearly choke on my sandwich. She’s told me her predicament last week when I noticed she looked upset and wouldn’t let her be until she told me. I was gutted, but it didn’t seem like she wanted to go.

“I...that means, hm.” I gather my thoughts--and all my emotions too. “Have you decided if you’re...moving with him?”

“I dunno, this is an amazing job offer. I could be closer to my sister too but...I just don’t know. My life’s in London, my new practice too. How can I leave it all?”

“That’s tricky,” I say even though deep inside I was relieved it sounded like she wasn’t going. “Couldn’t you just move your practice there? Travel to London when you had meetings? You could always stay with me if you needed.”

She huffs, there was more she wanted to say but she keeps it in. I push her to open up. “It’s just, he sprang this on me a couple weeks ago and he just expected me to follow him. I love him, I do. But that’s asking a lot! It’s only been a year or so, and it’s nice to know he’s serious enough about me to want me to go with him. I just...”

“And we only just reconnected again,” I try to sound lighthearted but when she looks at me I can tell she knows I feel more than I’m letting on.

“Can you imagine?” She raises her eyebrow. “If I told him I’m staying because I just reconnected again with my ex...”

“Ex-husband makes us sound older than we are.”

“We are old,” she puts her sandwich down and sighs. “You wear orthopedic shoes Harry.”

“I won’t take offense to that,” I look down at my shoes. They were comfortable on the job. “So...I’m not factored into your decision at all? Whether you want to stay or not?”

I see the emotion in her eyes; she was conflicted. “I dunno,” she finally says.

“Don’t let me hold you back,” I say even though I wanted to beg her to stay. “You love him right? Maybe you should...”

She stares ahead, her face falling. I knew Y/N’s face before a cry, so I reach my hand out and clasp hers over the table. She squeezes my hand once before removing it, I felt like I did something wrong.

“Anyway,” her face brightens up again, though the look in her eyes stays. “I watched that new movie you recommended and it was awful...”

She changes the subject swiftly, and I don’t object. I didn’t know how to tell her to stay without being selfish, and I didn’t know how to tell her it was okay to go and act like I was telling her the truth.

But near the end of my shift, the evening receptionist buzzes me she was letting my girlfriend through. I don’t bother correcting her.

“Hey Y/N!” one of my officers calls out to her when she walks into the floor. “We’re all planning on throwing you a party.”

“For what?” She stops by his desk. I notice Detective Cole eyeing her, before joining in.

“He actually has a life now, he’s usually a lot more bossy with us.”

Y/N turns to me, eyebrow raised. “I’m afraid the party’s a little premature. But I’d never say no to cake.”

My heart sinks, she was going. I watch her walk towards me and she notices my expression, the smile is gone from her face by the time she reaches me.

“I told Alec I would try it out, 6 months. See how it goes...I can see my sister more often, help her out with my niece...” It sounds like she’s coming up with excuses to justify herself to me.

“That’s...” my words get stuck in my throat, the lie was too big to get out. “Your sister will love that.” I settle with. I take her hand and walk her out to a more private hallway. “When do you leave.”

“Two weeks,” she bites her lip. “I-I’m gonna miss you Harry. We just got into a flow and-”

“We’ll still talk.” I pull her in, I couldn’t bear to watch her face fall apart in front of me. And I didn’t want her to see my own face crumbling. I tuck her under my chin, “We’ve got phones, and you’ll be in London sometimes for work right? We won’t be like before, we’ll still talk.”

I know she can feel my heart racing, and I want her to know what she was doing to me because my mouth can’t seem to tell her. I hold her for a little longer, and when she goes, I know my unit won’t be throwing any parties for her in a while.

Three Months Later:

I’m in bum mode by 8pm that Friday. I’d had a long week, a tough case with no breaks and finally had an evening off so I changed into sweats the second I got home, taken a hot shower and washed the week off.

The knock on the door surprises me. The peephole doesn’t distinguish who’s outside, a hood covering their face. I decide to open the door, to find a teary Y/N hundreds of miles from home.

“Y/N-”

“I wanted you to tell me to stay.” she says to me immediately. Her tears continue dripping onto her cheeks. I stare in confusion, wondering for a moment if my lack of sleep had caused me to hallucinate her.

“Wha-”

“When I told you about the move...you told me I should go. I wanted you to tell me to stay Harry! I thought you would’ve told me to stay.”

I move aside silently, so we weren’t having a conversation where my neighbours could hear.

“How was I supposed to know that?”

“I don’t know!” she throws her bag, coat, and phone down on the floor in a heap. “You just were! I thought when I told you, you would say-”

“I didn’t want to tell you what to do with your life based on what I wanted! I thought I already established that!” Suddenly we’re arguing.

“You never had an issue before!”

“Well look where it lead us,” I move away from the door and back to where I was previously relaxing on the couch.

“A country apart!” She’s hot on my heels. “Didn’t you want me to stay?”

Some part of me is still completely confused what was going on, but Y/N’s fiery frustration overflows into my cup and an invisible force pours it down my throat.

“Yes. Yeah! Of course I wanted you to stay!”

“So why didn’t you say that?” She cries.

“I was trying not to be selfish!”

“Well you just pick the worst times to be selfish!”

“I never said I was good with my timing.” I mumble.

“Don’t treat me like-like some fragile porcelain Harry!” Y/N gets right into my face. “I’m not! I’m different, I’ve grown from that fragile place. I don’t need you walking on eggshells around me, I just want you to be honest!”

“When am I not honest?” I shout back.

“You haven’t been honest with me for months! Just say what you feel Harry, stop bloody holding back all the time! I just want the real you!”

“Fine!” I explode. “I love you Y/N! I love you so much it physically hurts me to be near you and not be able to hold you. I want to be able to kiss you like I used to, I want to go back in time and warn myself to get it right! I want to tell you how amazing you are and how sorry I am every day. I can’t! We’ve both got our own lives! I’m not being dishonest I just don’t want to fuck with your life again! I’ve accepted that I’m nothing more than an ex and your best friend!”

That stops her in her tracks. Her chest heaves as she swipes at her cheeks, and then she pushes her hands into my chest. I stumble but catch myself. She pushes me again, big tears rolling down her cheeks, and I stumble onto the couch. She turns and paces to the door and back.

“What are you even doing here? Aren’t you supposed to be in Edinburgh?” I finally ask the question I should’ve asked the second I saw her.

“Sure,” she throws herself onto the seat next to me and buries her face in her hands. “I...I didn’t want to be there. I just had to leave, and I couldn’t stand my sister going on about what a catch Alec was. How I should feel lucky. I had to get away. I never should’ve left London...I just thought maybe Alec was my chance at a fresh happy future, and you told me to go so I thought you didn’t want me to stay. But I fucked up there too, and I just had to go. And I came here with nowhere else--I can’t even live in my own home for three more months...”

She trails off. It was a lot of information to process. I don’t know how long we stay on the couch like that, a foot apart in silence.

“Everyone I know will probably think I’m just an idiot for coming here of all places, but this was the only place that made sense because I--Harry I think I...” She glances at me. “I...”

“I know,” I say after she struggles to say what she wanted to say. But I knew.

“But I feel so guilty, I’m doing to him what you did to me...it’s not fair.”

I didn’t think about it like that, I realise. But this situation was more complicated than that, I tell her. We had history, she’d moved to a whole new country for him, he must know somewhere Y/N didn’t actually want to move. But the parallels between her situation and ours are clear as day. I don’t know what to say.

“Stay the night,” I put a hand on her thigh. She doesn’t move it off. “Get some sleep, when you wake up tomorrow, make your decision. You know how I feel...and you know how you feel.”

“You’re right,” she lays her hand on top of mine. I thread my fingers through hers and hold on. Her puppy eyes tear me apart, I want to gather her in my arms and kiss her misery away. But I don’t want to add to her guilt.

“Let me get you something to eat, you’re probably hungry.” holding her hand was getting painful. I leave her alone in the living room, so she could collect herself. If someone told Harry three years ago this was where I would end up, he would’ve laughed in their face.

Y POV:

I couldn’t believe I did that, I think as I sit on the 5 hour ride back to Edinburgh. I felt untethered yesterday, after arguing with Alec all week because I was just miserable when I wasn’t in London. My sister’s pressure to be happy with what I had, I felt like I had no one to turn to who would understand me. And that had driven me into Harry’s arms, the train ride there fueling my frustration and anger. It had accidentally exploded in Harry’s direction when I got to his place but I was glad for it. He’d told me how he felt. And it was complicated as hell for me but somewhere deep inside, I knew where this was leading.

When I get back home to a worried Alec, we sit down and have a hard conversation. It breaks my heart leaving him, but after one last night together I pack most of my things and head to my sisters. The irony isn’t lost of me, hers was exactly where I went to when Harry and I split.

My sister tries to be supportive but I by the time the three months are over, I feel suffocated with her overprotective nature, and the full house she lived in.

“You’re just going to do what you want to do aren’t you?” She asks the day she drops me back off to the station. I’d spent the rest of the three months at hers--I couldn’t go back home to my house anyway and something about going back to London for another man felt wrong. I’d seen Alec a few times in those months. The last time was last night, we’d shared a few drinks and maybe some kisses. But it was a final goodbye last night, heavy but final.

“I don’t want to be a bad person,” I say. “I just don’t want to feel stuck somewhere because I feel bad.”

“You’re not a bad person,” my sister brushes my hair behind my shoulder as she hugs me tight. “I love you. Mum would be so proud of you for following your heart, you always did play it too safe.”

“I guess my rebellious phase just came a little late.”

“Ever since you met that Harry guy, you quit your stable job and haven’t been the same since,” she wags her finger at me like a stern maternal figure. She breaks character when she laughs and hugs me again. “M’gonna miss having you here. The kids loved having their aunt around.”

“I’m sure they’re happier having their play room back.” I joke to cover up how sad I felt leaving them too. Even though most days felt like we were walking all over each other, it felt like growing up in our small childhood home again; a nice reset before I headed back to London.

The train ride goes by quickly, and I settle back into my home over the weekend, getting my furniture out of storage and cleaning up after the last tenants. I’d been gone only 6 months but the second I walked through the door, I knew I was home again.

Letting Harry know I was back makes me nervous so I put it off for the week. I show up at his flat the following Saturday, wringing my hands as I wait for him to answer. I didn’t even know if he was home.

“Y/N,” a shocked voice says as I turn to walk away. Harry studies me as I stand awkwardly in his hall. “You’re back.”

I hear what he doesn’t say: you never called me after you showed up three months ago. and what happened to you?

“Hey,” I brush past him into his flat, fiddling with my jacket as he locks the door. “I’m back in London.”

“I can see that.” He eyes me. “Alone?” He asks, and again I hear the words he doesn’t say.

“Alone,” I smile. “I just needed...time to figure things out. I’ve been staying with my sister.”

“Full house?” He says, knowing it before I had to say it.

“So full,” I laugh, and just like that everything is okay. He takes my jacket from me and hangs it in his closet, like he knew I was going to stay a while. “There were too many mornings when I woke up to my niece just staring at me, waiting for me to wake.”

“Aw, they must miss you now.”

“Yeah,” I follow him through to his living room. I remember the last time I was here, sort of embarrassing looking back. “I was missing London though. And...you.”

He looks up. “Are you-”

“Harry,” I swallow what I need to say. His gaze is laser-sharp and it’s slightly intimidating to admit something like this. I’d given my heart to him before, and here I was giving it again after I’d spent years healing from what he did to it. It felt right, but also foolish. I guess love would always feel a little foolish.

“Y/N,” he says after I don’t say anything.

“So,” I walk up to where he stands near the window, the afternoon sun illuminates his handsome face. I reach up to touch it, no longer able to keep my hands to myself when he was so close. My breath catches as he closes his eyes against my palm, his lashes casting shadows on his cheeks.

“Y/N,” he keeps his eyes closed, like I would disappear if he opened them.

“I’m finally home,” I tell him, feeling the familiar lump in my throat as my eyes tear up. He opens his eyes then, they’re also pooling with unshed tears. It makes me laugh; he arches a brow. “We’re both here, in each other’s arms finally and...we’re crying.”

“We’re not a very typical pair, are we?”

“Nothing typical about us.” I say and he chuckles, kissing my wrist. My heart stutters in my chest.

“You’re either crazy or just incredibly forgiving, giving me a second chance at this.” Harry says outright.

“It’s us I’m giving a second chance to,” I slide my hands up, locking them around his neck.

“D’you think we’ll get the timing right this time?” He whispers as he lowers his face.

“We better,” I keep my eyes on his mouth, the one I’ve thought about kissing for the last three months. And then, finally, his lips are on mine and I nearly cry out of relief having him in my arms. Harry, being my Harry again.

His hands clench the fabric around my waist as he pulls me closer to him, his lips leave mine and he kisses my cheek, my jaw, my temple, before he crushes me to him.

“Harry I-” I couldn’t breathe, but my strained voice gives that away and he lets me go. I’m surprised to see the tears now trailing down his face. “You’re crying,” I swipe at the fallen tears.

“I’m just so happy,” he takes my hands off his cheeks and clasps them against his chest. “Y/N I’ve only dreamed of this, I didn’t think the universe cared enough about me to let me have this reality.”

“You and your poetry,” I smile.

“I guess you’re my muse,” He pulls me back to him, this time in a sweeter kiss that lingers. Tears pool in my own eyes as my heart tries to process the enormity of emotions I was feeling. “C’mere, I just want to hold you.”

He leads me to the couch and I lay down next to him. We take in each other, face to face, the grins reflected on both of us is impossible to wipe off.

“I love you Y/N, to the sun and back.”

“Isn’t it the moon and back?” I ask.

“Sun’s further out,” he smiles like he was expecting the question. I laugh, he kisses the tip of my nose and pulls my leg over his, his arm snaking around my waist so I’m snug against him.

“What am I gonna do with you Styles,” I brush one of his curls back.

“You’ve got forever to figure that out,” he says simply. My heart races at the thought. We’d bungled the first round we spent together, but after all these years apart I had a feeling that we really would have forever this time around.

With all the emotions fluttering inside of me, all the baggage unpacked and out of sight, and Harry’s loving expression looking back at me; I believed in us.

1.5 Years Later (H’s POV):

The house is quiet when I get in--it was half past 11 and I knew Y/N was probably asleep. I texted her a couple hours ago I would be home soon but time had slipped away as I worked. I hoped she wasn’t upset.

I move stealthily through the hall, eventually making my way to our bedroom where she lays sleeping. She’d left the lamp on beside her, and I move around to her side so I can close it. I notice the open book beside her--she fell asleep while reading it again. I set it down on the drawers and tuck her hand into the covers, the subtle diamonds on her finger glows yellow under the soft lamp light. Just looking at the engagement ring sparks a rush of love for the woman before me.

Y/N had surprised me a couple months ago when she proposed to me. We’d were dating again for almost a year and a half--this time it really felt like we’d gotten the timing right on our relationship. We were happier and more in love than we’d ever been. During a candlelit dinner one night, she had pulled a chair up beside me and presented me with the ring and an ultimatum.

Apparently she’d noticed that I was always on edge--like I was waiting for her to realize that she didn’t actually forgive me for all the awful things I put her through. And she was right, but it wasn’t until she said it out loud that I realized it was an anxiety I had. I was waiting for her to realize she could do better than me--leave me the way I left her. But she proposed to show me she wasn’t going anywhere, and she showed me her own ring her father gave her--her mum’s ring.

I was blown away by her observant love, again, how she knew me better than I knew myself. I reassured her I wasn’t going anywhere either, not now or ever. And we decided we didn’t want to set any dates, we were taking it slow. Being engaged was a promise and that was all for now. I wanted to live up to Y/N’s standard, give her and her family a reason to trust me again--not only would they kill me if I ever did anything to her, but I’m pretty sure my own family would kill me too. They were over the moon when they found out we were giving it another go.

“Harry?” Y/N mumbles as I slip under the covers a little while later.

“Sorry for coming home so late,” I whisper. “I got a bit carried away with the case.”

“What’s new,” she shifts to face me, the moonlight from the windows barely illuminating her face. “M’just glad you’re home.”

“Me too,” I pull her towards me. Home, it was this house we’d moved into last year. But mostly, it was this beautiful woman in my arms who opened her heart to me despite everything. I don’t know how I got so lucky. I tell her that.

“S’not luck,” she mumbles. “The universe--our stars are finally aligned.”

“My star was pretty dim, I’m surprised yours found it.” I tuck her hair behind her ear and kiss her temple. “You found it by luck.”

“No. Your star’s always burned the brightest in my universe,” she tucks her face into my neck. “Even when I didn’t want it to be, it was still noticeable.”

“You outshine me in every way in mine,” I lean away so I can hold her face close, resting my forehead on hers. “I love you so much.”

She smiles in the dark, and leaves a kiss on the corner of my mouth. “I love you, and I’d love you more if you came home on time.”

I chuckle, “I’ll try. Tomorrow.”

“Mhm,” she says sleepily. I’d let her sleep, I think as I pull her leg over mine and hold her against my chest. Even though I hated coming home by the time she was asleep, finding her in our little safe space, and being able to hold her close as we fell asleep was my favourite part of the day.

***

The day is nearly over but the paperwork on my desk says otherwise. I sigh and slump in my chair, this was the worst part of my job.

I begin filling it out, and I’m not even halfway through when the phone rings. Serena’s on the other line, “Styles, your patient fiancee is here for you. I don’t think she’s staying patient for long though.”

I tell her I’d be out, smiling as I put down the phone. Y/N was making sure I kept my word from last night, and I would. For her, I would get in extra early tomorrow just to be sure I had the evening with her tonight.

“So when do I get the invitation to the wedding?” I hear Serena say as I walk out to the lobby. She’s putting on her coat to leave and Y/N’s bundled up herself. “And then when do I get to see the mini Styles’? I better be around to see them!”

Not many would, but I notice the slight tension in Y/N’s shoulders at the sensitive topic. I step in.

“You’re worse than my mum,” I tell her. “And she’s actually going to be the grandmother.”

“We just want to see our babies’ babies before we bite the bullet!” Serena shrugs, walking out from behind the counter. “I’ll see you tomorrow Harry, Y/N it was lovely seeing you as always.”

We wave her off, and then I wrap my arm around Y/N and we walk out to my car.

“That’s the first question everyone continues to ask me,” Y/N says as we walk. “When the date is.”

“Does that bother you?” I check in.

“A little, but only because it leads to even more questions when I say we haven’t set a date.”

We get into the car, and I ask her the other question I wanted to know: “And the baby thing? Does that...bother you?”

She turns her body to look at me, tilting her head as she tries to read me. “It doesn’t...does it bother you?”

“No,” I say honestly. “I’m happy where we are. All that stuff can...come after. I’m just-I’m happy with you.”

“Good talk then,” she grins. I can’t help but lean over for a kiss then.

“Well I don’t mind the baby making part,” I tell her. “But I think the actual babies can wait.”

She pushes me away as her cheeks flush like we hadn’t been dating and married and dating again for over ten years. “Sometimes I think you’ve just got one thing on your mind.”

“Yeah,” I say as I start the car. “That’s you.”

“Is that what distracted you so bad when you were working on my case? Because you were totally distracted and we almost died-”

“We were never going to die!” I say over her--this was a common topic of conversation between us.

“I was going to bleed out and die!” She tries to speak over me.

“Oh now you were going to bleed out? You were never dying!” I shout even louder. And we keep going for most of the way home until Y/N catches sight of a dog at a crosswalk and begins to coo at it through the window.

“Maybe we should get a dog,” she starts on another of our reoccurring topics. I sigh, ready to launch into why we should wait. And that’s how the rest of the ride home goes. Not that I minded, I could discuss the same topics with her over and over for eternity.

“You’re just threatened by a dog,” Y/N continues as we park and head up to our front door. “Because then my love would be split between both of you.”

“Yeah sure, that’s it.” I roll my eyes at her silly reasoning. But I still grab her hand in mine and kiss it as we walk in. My stomach flutters when she gazes at me as the door closes behind her.

“I’m going to wear you down soon,” she says as she takes my coat from me. I take them both out of her hands and leave them in a heap on the staircase, kissing her so she stops talking. She smiles against my lips, knowing that she was wearing me down, and I’d give her anything she asked for. Anything to make her happy. I loved her infinitely.

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ೃ‧₊› a b o u t t h i s p o s t° ➮ Pairing: Miya Atsumu x reader ➮ Oneshot ➮ Tags: fluff ➮ Word Count: 2182

A/N: This is for @serowotonin! [for Luna’s Valentines Day collab] Ik I said I was doing Atsumu bc “I was bored” but I always say “imagine being bored” and truly, I haven’t been bored for so long. I forgot that this was for the collab for a fat moment then when you saw the preview I was like, “Wait- no- it’s a surprise.”

Premise: You and Atsumu are cleaning out the apartment, when you find a few letters you thought you would never see again…

“Oi, (y/n), look at what I found,” you heard Atsumu say, leaning over the contents of a drawer he had been sifting through.

“What?” you walked over to see what he had found. The two of you were cleaning out the apartment, as you were going to be moving out soon. Atsumu had a habit of keeping things that connected him to an important memory of his, unless he wanted to forget it- and this was one of them. You didn’t know he kept them- actually, it did make sense of him to, but you had simply forgotten about it and you somehow expected the same for him. You looked down to see what he had in his hands, and your face literally went emotionless as you saw the letter in his hands.

You really didn’t mind the letters, for the most part. Actually, they held dear to you. However, that first one… you were grateful for it, but you also remembered just how bad you wanted to buy a grave space and bury it for eternity back then...

Miya Atsumu.

This was a dare. This is a love letter. For Valentines. Happy valentines day. If you have extra chocolate, send me some.

Sincerest thanks, (y/n).

Atsumu usually threw away the letters he received every Valentines. It wasn’t that he was trying to be rude; it was just that there were too many letters for him to read (and reply to), so he usually just threw them out. Osamu often teased him for this; he boasted that he at least read his letters.

“Oi, ‘Samu, look at this one,” Atsumu called out to his brother.

“What?” Osamu looked at him, with a face of disbelief. “Yer actually lookin’ at them?”

“Nah, not really, but this one’s hilarious,” Atsumu laughed.

“Okay, not funny, keep yer lame humor to yourself.”

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“(y/n), truth or dare,” (b/f/n) asked.

You smiled, “Dare.”

“Hmmm… alright, send a love letter to Miya Atsumu- it has to be at least one line long.”

“I’m- okay then.”

You brought out a piece of paper, wrote the first things that came to mind, and once you reached one line, you stopped. You folded the paper and grabbed whatever envelope you could find and sealed it with tape. The dare required actually giving the letter, much to your dismay, but it wasn’t like you could back down from a dare. After all, it was (b/f/n), and the nonstop teasing would definitely occur if you failed to complete the dare.

Dearest (y/n),

I did in fact receive your rather interesting letter, and I have decided to bring you some chocolate as you wished. I wish you, as well, a very happy valentine’s day this year.

Most sincerely, Atsumu.

Atsumu was intrigued enough to write a reply; in fact, he decided to write in the most formal way possible. He knew from the letter that you were either a tsundere or someone who was actually dared to do so, and decided that it would be fun entertainment for the both of you.

When you received the letter, you were surprised to see a reply. It was known he didn’t send out replies, yet you had received one. As you read it, you felt a need to reply; you’d simply feel bad if you didn’t. However, what was there to talk about? How the chocolates were good? He had stuck it on your first period desk, out in the open. And you also sincerely wondered what was with the overly formal tone. You do remember writing the most shitty letter you’ve ever written to him, and that volleyball-obsessed dude just writes something formal to you? Baffles the mind.

Well, then, if he was going to reply, you would too.

Miya Atsumu,

Thanks for the chocolate- your fans make pretty good chocolate, I have to say. Bet I could make better chocolate than ya, ‘cause all ya focus on is just volleyball. Anyways, what was with the overly formal tone- ya like me or somethin’? Would be funny if ya did and I turned ya down. XD

(y/n)

You never really thought of Miya Atsumu, but this really sparked your interest. It was amusing, his reactions. It was definitely something you didn’t expect- you actually didn’t expect a reply at all. The reply you received was definitely out of the ordinary as well, one you never thought a hotshot volleyball player would write. It seemed he was interested in you in some ways- and you as well.

(y/n),

Pfffft, you think I might like ya? I just thought yer letter was interestin’, that’s all. Ya really think I can’t make chocolate? Bet I could make better chocolate than ya, I’ll show you. I make you chocolate myself and we’ll see how it tastes. Just you watch, I’ll make ya say I make the best chocolate ever!

Atsumu.

You saw that in your shoe locker the next morning- and everyone saw it. You were beginning to regret actually replying to him, but there was no backing out now. (b/f/n) really hit the goal here, for her. People were probably talking about it. It’s always some event that involves romance that catches everyone’s eye. And since it was just after valentine’s, everyone would automatically assume it was a love letter. In reality, it was simply a little bit of playful banter.

You wondered if people actually knew who it was. You hoped not; it would gather way too much attention for your liking. You’d have an entire fanclub after you, and it was definitely (b/f/n)’s fault that you got into this entire mess. You had absolutely no idea if anyone saw him slip that into your shoe locker, since it had probably been there for a good hour or so before you and most of the other students got there. In any case, there was nothing you could do about people knowing things they already know, so you headed onto class. It was exam week, and you sighed; it would be a long day.

When you arrived at homeroom, you were not-so-pleasantly surprised with what you found at your desk. You just wanted a quiet day; go to school, take the tests, and get out so you could relax at home. But no, you just had to see this and you knew there was a thing called rumors you had to deal with. Well, you could just be like “whatever” and not care, but you definitely knew who’d be after you, for real. Atsumu’s fanbase was quite scary, and definitely large- a group of people one would regret messing with.

“Ugh- what am I going to do with this chocolate now, he gave me a lot yesterday…”

“(y/n)! Oiiii, you got chocolate?! From who from who-”

“(b/f/n), if you say a word, you are going to be dead to me.”

“...” she looked away, but then turned to you again and whispered in your ear. “So, Miya Atsumu, who has a fanbase, likes you.”

“I’m- no-”

“But what I’m seeing says otherwise?”

“Ugh, you’re coming to my house and you are going to pay for that dare.”

“Oh ho ho, seems like I started something…” “Bet you did.”

Pisshead Atsumu

LMAO bet ya didn’t make the chocolate, yer terrible at lying <///3 seen this chocolate before. And like wtf you put a box of chocolate on my desk with YOUR NAME on it. Ya know that people will do a thing called assuming things, right? Smh, think before you act. Anyways, I’m counting on ya to fix up this mess.

(y/n)

When you finished class, the first thing you did was write the note. You were absolutely paranoid with this mess, and you were going to have Atsumu fix it. Yes, you did technically initiate contact first, but that was (b/f/n)’s fault and this could’ve avoided this if he hadn’t pulled off a whole stunt.

It was already around 6 when he saw the note. A small smirk filled his expression, he was so sure that he would be able to get a good reaction out of (y/n). It was written on scrap paper, the back of a phys. ed worksheet. You wrote it in a rush, very obviously. That wasn’t really what caught his attention though; he was puzzled as to how he would fix this. Tell his fans to fuck off? Osamu would tease him for eternity.

“Oi, what’cha starin’ at?” he heard Osamu nag. “Mom’s waitin’ for us for dinner.”

“Hey, ‘Samu… ya know how to fix this?”

“... ARE YOU AN IDIOT- YOU ARE AN IDIOT.”

“I AM NOT! YOU ARE THE IDIOT HERE!”

“SAYS THE ONE WHO GOT INTO A MESS LIKE THIS!”

“Oi, ya shouldn’t be fightin’ at this hour,” the two heard Kita say, as he gave them a certain look. “... ‘m sorry…” the twins apologized.

Even after a fulfilling dinner made by their mother and a nice, hot shower, Atsumu still couldn’t think of a solution. Osamu almost snitched on him, but he decided that there was enough on their mom’s plate of problems at the moment.

“What if ya said you were dating?” Osamu offered.

“HAH?! ARE YA INSANE?!” Atsumu yelled at him.

“That would explain what happened at valentine’s.”

“But there’s nothin’ between us-”

“Yer fanclub wouldn’t really believe anythin’ else.”

“Yeah…”

(y/n),

Can we meet when practice ends at 6 on Thursday?

M. Atsumu.

“... I’m- Is he just going to apologize then run away? Tch.” you sighed. You had the idea that Miya Atsumu was overconfident and carefree, but not to this extent. The least he could do was fix this- he had power over his fandom and what people said about him, unlike you. You had to go, it wasn’t like you really had much of a choice if you wanted to talk it out and fix it.

“Hey, (y/n) are you and Atsumu dating?” one of your classmates asked, and a bunch of others hovered around the table, waiting to hear a response. (b/f/n) had told you rumors had spread around the entire school; you figured that would’ve happened. Any topic related to the twins spread like wildfire, especially the blonde-haired one.

“... Can you not try to pry into my private life?” you replied, which you instantly realized was exactly a wrong answer to give. This implied that you were in fact dating Atsumu secretly, and you just made your life 10x worse. You figured you should just tell everyone what had happened, then the blame would be on (b/f/n)- it should preferably be placed on Atsumu, since he started it, really.

When you met him at 6pm, you expected no contribution from him. Instead, you were met with a solid plan for something you weren’t really happy about, but it seemed the easiest to convince the public of a story they put out.

“(y/n)... let’s tell them that we’re dating.”

“Hmm… well, they already think that…”

“I’m sorry… I wasn’t thinking…” “It’s fine. All we can do is move forward, I guess.”

“Yeah… ‘Samu gave me this solution; it’s all I have, I’m sorry if it’s-”

“It’s fine. Let’s go through with it. Just protect me from the crazy fangirls; that’s all I want.”

“Ya.”

“And we’ll need to put together a coherent story; what’s yer number?”

“Ahaha, seriously, maybe (b/f/n)’s a prophet. She told me that she was aiming for somethin’ to happen between us,” you commented, remembering what happened years and years ago.

“Ya were just so unnecessarily worried about the fangirls,” Atsumu mentioned.

“Oi! Yer fangirls were hella scary back then…”

That night, you stayed up coming up with a story, which ended with the two of you breaking up so that you could go on your separate ways again. However, the story didn’t last too long, as (b/f/n)’s parent’s investigations went a little too far and spread the truth a little too much. (b/f/n) is one thing, but you had almost forgotten her parents were another, seriously. They’d been a little busy over the last few years, thus the lack of investigations of local drama, but they had been doing so for decades, what could you expect from them?

Nothing was Atsumu’s fault to the fanclub, unless he seriously convinced them that it was. You were guilty until proven innocent. Unbeknownst to you until after, he gave them a whole (to be honest, not-so-great) speech on how he kind of went too far with the joke, but also placed the blame on everyone else for assuming things. People were absolutely ridiculous; their ideas and their insane imagination should learn that the left side of the brain exists too.

“Funny how we met again after college, after all that time.”

“Ya… a real wonder”

Another A/N: OMG THIS IS MY FIRST TIME WRITING FOR ‘TSUMU FORGIVE ME IF I WROTE HIM LIKE, WRONG IN THIS AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

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