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phantomtgm · 1 year

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Phantom - Chapter Fifteen

Phantom’s P.O.V

Walking into the classroom, I managed to catch several eyes staring at me. I, however, ignored them.

When I sat down at my desk, I felt a nudge on my elbow, prompting me to look over and see Phoenix looking over at me with a strange look.

“What is it? I asked.

“Someone’s got googly eyes for you.”

“Phoenix!” I hissed, seriously not wanting to talk about Maverick and I.

“What? It’s true!” Curious but wanting to be discreet, I glanced at the front of the classroom and saw Maverick looking around the room, his eyes landing on me with a look behind them I couldn’t decipher.

I shook my head as a smirk appeared on my face involuntarily. Why oh why did he cause me to have this reaction with just a look?

“Told you.” Phoenix giggled and I just shook my head.

Training for the day was a bit rougher than the day before. The high G’s had Harvard and Yale out for the day then there was Rooster who I noticed had an attitude with Maverick for whatever reason. I wanted to ask about it but felt it wasn’t my place so I kept my mouth shut.

Phoenix and Bob did a good job practicing shooting the target but Payback and Fanboy couldn’t get control of the laser so we ended the training there for the day. Now I was in the middle of changing out of my flight gear.

Pulling my leather jacket on, I shut my locker door and headed towards the exit. I was the last one out of here as per usual so when I opened the door up and saw Maverick casually leaning against the wall, I jumped hard.

“You scared the shit out of me!” I managed to get out as my heart thudded in fright. Stepping forward, I noticed he was in jeans and his signature jacket with the patches on it, making me swoon.

“Sorry…” He reached forward with his hand, grasping mine. I felt the calluses on his hand and I immediately calmed down. “What are you doing outside the girl’s locker room, Mr.Aviator?” I said softly, earning one of Pete’s signature smirks.

“I came to see you…”

“Haha, well that’s obvious but what are we doing?”

Leaning in, Maverick placed a simple kiss on my lips and I shuddered. That kiss had lingering effects.

Rubbing his thumb on the bottom of my lip, he spoke “Come on…I want to show you something.”

My brows went up and I said in a joking manner “Oh God..I wonder what that would be Pete Mitchell?”

“I didn’t think there was much you were scared of Phantom.” Using my callsign made my body tingle all over and before I could speak, Pete went on to say “I don’t bite…hard.” A sudden heat pooled deep in my belly and I reached forward, crashing my lips onto his. He grabbed the back of my head and moved in his mouth against mine in a fiery passion.

I took a step forward, deepening the kiss as he put his hand on his back, lessening the distance. At this point, the only thing stopping us from doing it in the hallway was our clothes and that’s when I knew we needed to stop so as much as I didn’t want to, I pulled away. Breathing heavy, I managed to look up at him and there was that look again. That look that made my stomach do flips.

“You’re going to be the death of me Pete Mitchell.” I whispered.

He chuckled then said “Let’s go before Bagman sees us and has a fit.” I laughed, grabbing Maverick’s hand and said “Man, you really have it out for him don’t you?”

“What? That boy has it coming. H-” I interrupted him “Oh calling him a boy now are we? He doesn’t have what it takes to be a man like you huh?”

“Precisely. I’m more of a man than he will ever be.” I nudged him and said “That you are.”

“Um..Maverick, what are we doing exactly?” I crossed my arms whilst staring down Maverick who had brought me outside to the tarmac.

He was leaning against his motorcycle and I raised a brow.

“Don’t you trust me Ava?” He asked with sincerity.

“Of course I do…it’s just..” I don’t know why I had a sudden fear of getting on a bike like that when I’m literally a fighter pilot and apparently Maverick caught on to that.

“Don’t tell me you are scared of getting on my bike when you fly jets for a living?” There was that smirk again and I shook my head, not being able to resist so I walked over to the bike.

“M’lady.” He held out his hand and I had to stop myself from laughing like a buffoon. “I never knew Pete Mitchell was such a dork!”

“The one and only.” He lowered his voice and helped me onto the bike. He casually slid onto the bike and turned his head towards me and said “Hold on tight.” I wrapped my arms around his waist, feeling the abs beneath the shirt and I scooted closer as he took off with a vengeance.

Wind blew through my hair as we rushed down the tarmac. The rush was something else as I watched the sun go down and the beautiful orange sky appeared, taking my breath away. Pete’s hand wrapped around mine, smoothing any nerves that I once had.

The power of this bike was unreal and I laughed as my hair whipped in my face. “Having fun?” Pete yelled and I noticed his smile in the rearview mirror. I leaned forward, my face coming into view.

“Pete…” I paused, watching the road zoom past me. “This is insane…I love it.” I grinned widely then suddenly, Pete pointed to the right. “Look!” I turned my head as best as I could considering how fast we were going and saw a jet taking off.

I could feel the rumble of the plane engine from here and I was amazed.

“Wow!” I exclaimed.

Pete started to go faster and I held on tighter, the end of the tarmac coming up within feet away.

The bike finally rolled to a stop at the end and I could still feel the rush of adrenaline flow through my veins. Turning off the bike, Pete turned towards me and I grabbed his face with both of my hands, pulling him closer. Kissing him hard, I made sure to inform him of how thankful I was for this experience.

Pete pulled back, pushing the hair out of my face. “Now I see why you do this…”

Another sweet kiss then he leaned back to look at the sky. I couldn’t see his eyes due to his glasses but I could tell he was thinking about something. Placing my hand on his, I asked “What are you thinking about?”

Licking his lips, he looked back down at me. “Can I ask you a question?” Worry was not something I was used to seeing on Pete Mitchell’s face so instead of bombarding him with my own worry, I decided to be a smart ass.

“You just did…” Which earned another gorgeous smile.

“Seriously though…I have to ask. Was the age gap…between us something you were worried about the other day?” Not expecting that question, I thought about it.

I furrowed my brows and said honestly “No. Why do you ask?”

“I just don’t want to make you uncomfortable.”

I huffed and said “Nothing you do could make me uncomfortable Mav.”

“Not even my age?” I laughed and removed his sunglasses, looking him in his eyes.

“Especially not your age. If anything, I’d say that turns me on.” Not knowing where the confidence came from with that one, I forced myself to look at him.

“Oh really?” A mischievous grin appeared on his face. “And why’s that?”

Heart beating fast, I opened my mouth. “M-more experience. I could learn something from you.” I wiggled my eyes as he gripped my waist and pulled me forward, causing a gasp to fall out of my mouth.

“Well then come here and learn something…” Breath hitching, he pulled me in with a deep kiss. I parted my mouth and his tongue slid in, exploring and I inhaled deeply and my heart was beating wildly. Tingles appeared all over my body then I jolted as he ran his tongue over the roof of my mouth. I gasped and he pulled back.

He chuckled and said “Can Hangman teach you that?” I laughed and leaned forward, wanting more.

“Oblige me…” I whispered, then delicately holding my chin he said “Yes ma’am.”, shocking my nerves into tiny little pieces.

Walking into my house feeling on top of the world, I jumped when the lights suddenly turned on. My mother stood in the doorway with a mug in her hand and a sad look on her face. I stepped forward, intending on asking why she looked so upset. It had to be my dad but before I could even ask, she piped up. “How’s flight school going Ava? Is it going well?”

I could tell she had been crying considering the redness on her face but I didn’t point it out so I just answered her.

“Yeah, it’s going really well actually. Training for a mission.” She just nodded and said quietly, “That’s good.” Concerned, I reached out with my hand and grabbed hers.

“Is it dad?” I asked, not being able to help myself. I needed to know. She nodded and I instantly walked us both to the kitchen table.

“It’s worse isn’t it?” She nodded once more and my heart deflated. I knew it was coming but I didn’t know it would be this soon. He had only gotten the news two months ago that the cancer was back.

Seeing the worry on my face, she grabbed my hand suddenly and said “Y-you don’t need to worry though. You have this mission coming up an-” I interrupted her and said “But I need to be here with you and with dad!” I pleaded but my mother was not having it.

“No…you need to go on that mission. Your father wants you to go on that mission.” I sighed, knowing it was useless trying to argue with her on it.

“But mo-” “Shhh! No buts! You are going on that mission.” I sighed loudly and said “Fine but if anything happens don’t hesitate to get in contact with me.”

She waved me off then said “Don’t you need to be asleep right now?” Looking back at the time, her eyes almost fell out of the sockets. With one last look from her, I raised my hands. “Okay, okay. I’m going to bed. Love you Mom.”

“Love you too.” I got up from the table, heading towards the stairs and took one last look at the sad look on her face. It made my heart clench.

Bright rays of sun came through my bedroom window, waking me up. I rolled over, groaning. Disoriented, I looked at the time and it was past eleven in the morning. My eyes practically bugged out and I immediately climbed out of the bed.

Oh I was going to be in some deep shit.

Stepping over the mess that I had made in my room last night, I hurried over to my closet, grabbing some of my old clothes. It had been a long time since I had actually been home. I don’t know what made me come back last night, I guess it was because of my dad and wanting to spend some time with him.

Before I could even make it to the shower, a knock came at my door. I waltzed to the door, opening it, not expecting to see my father. He smiled, not able to greet me with his voice so I immediately lunged forward, hugging him.

“I missed you!” I exclaimed, tearing away from the hug and looked down to see that he had his tablet out, typing everything he needed to say.

“How’s your training going?” The tablet read and I immediately felt bad for not having been up sooner. My father was the one over this particular mission and I felt as if I let him down. He must have noticed the change in mood when he tipped my chin up with his finger and pointed back at his tablet.

“You don’t need to worry, everything is going to be alright.” I shook my head and he gave me a look, questioning me. “I’m late for today’s training and I’m going to get in trouble for it….” I simply said and he immediately shook his own head.

I looked down at his screen and it read “No need to fret. There’s no training today. Giving everyone a break.” Relief flooded through my body although I could have swore yesterday, Maverick had told us to be at tarmac by six am.

Oh well, I suppose. I wasn’t going to complain about an off day. A hand on my shoulder, I looked at his screen again. “Come on, we have lots to catch up on.” And with that, I followed him downstairs to his office.

I was in the middle of talking to my dad about how the training was going when the doorbell suddenly rang and I looked up, my dad nodding for me to go ahead and get it.

“Be right back.” I said then jumped up, practically stumbling down all the stairs just to see that my mom was already at the door with Maverick in front of her.

At my sudden appearance, Maverick’s eyes shifted to mine and I could see the smile behind them so I did a small wave then my mom unknowingly said “Oh aren’t you the instructor for Ava’s mission training?”

I cringed and shook my head while I could tell Maverick was trying to not come apart at the seams with laughter.

I sighed and walked towards them. “Mom….” She looked between Maverick and I then proceeded to ask him how I was doing in training and I just wanted to run away. Maverick glanced at me with a slight smirk that only I would notice and said “Oh she’s doing fantastic. I wouldn’t want anyone else on my team.” Laughter from my mom and another look from Maverick, I backed up, not wanting to be under scrutiny like that in front of my mom and especially Maverick.

“Well she gets it from her father!” For whatever reason my mom’s demeanor changes when she is around Maverick. Maverick has that…charm and I can’t deny…it gets to me too.

I couldn’t help but to watch them speak and as I walked to the kitchen, I turned my head to see Maverick following me with his eyes, making me blush.

Letting them do their thing, I didn’t want to snoop on their conversation so I decided to make myself a sandwich.

30 minutes later

I walked upstairs, curious to know if Maverick was still talking to my dad and he was. Walking by his office, his door was slightly ajar and I had a perfect view of Maverick. He was facing my dad and without even trying, I saw him lean back, making eye contact with myself through the slit in the door.

My heart sped up as I realized he was watching me. Breath hitching after getting caught spying like I said I wasn’t going to do, I turned around abruptly and ran straight into my mother.

“Oh Jesus Christ!” I managed to breathe out. My hand went to my chest as if to calm my heart rate but that certainly didn’t help when I saw the look in my mother’s eye.

A moment passed and she started speaking “What are you doing?” The tone in her voice implied she knew something was up but I knew better. Whatever she had to say, I was going to deny, deny, deny.

“Nothing.” I clipped which only served to raise her brow in suspicion.

“You’ve never been a good liar…so what is it?” She started to smirk and I could feel a heat blossoming onto my cheeks.

“Nothing Mom, everything’s fine.” I quipped and she glanced over at the door where Maverick was. Stepping forward and speaking quietly, “Don’t think that I didn’t notice you two making googly eyes at each other Ava.”

The blush then creeped all throughout my body and I wanted to throw myself off a bridge at that point. “Mo-”

She shushed me and smiled.

“Just be careful alright? He has a reputation and I don’t want you to get hurt. Promise me you will be careful?” Eternally mortified at this revelation, I just nodded my head and with that she walked away.

I stood there stunned, not knowing what to do. I cannot believe that just happened! Rubbing my temple, a beeping sound came through my phone, informing me of a text.

It was Maverick.

“That blush creeping up your neck is quite hot Ava. Do I really generate that sort of reaction from you? ;)”

I gasped at that text and my face really became inflamed as I looked up and saw Maverick’s smirk. He wasn’t looking through the opening of the door but that smirk told me he knew what he was doing to me.

With my heart pumping rapidly, I stomped away, hoping to forget that Maverick was here in this house but I doubt that would happen because Maverick was always on my mind.

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ticklepinions · 2 years

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Cold Feet, Warm Heart

A/N: Slowly running out of side stories so I inevitably will return to the original writing series. Maybe. Haha. Anyways, enjoy. Tagging @happyandticklish because I promised her a little something at the end.

Warnings: Feet Tiggles

Word Count: ~900

There was no denying that Nick loved his boyfriend. There were just some times where he lived to "regret" befriending, and consequently, falling in love with the gay nerd. Like now, for instance, he was cackling and rolling on the floor, trying to evade Charlie's very cold fingers from "warming" up under his arms.

"CHAHAHAHAHAR- PLEASE YOUR HANDS ARE COHOHOHOLD"

"That's why I'm trying to warm them up Nicholas"

It was like Nick became Charlie's personal space heater. Nick would be lying if he said he absolutely hated it. It gave him many excuses to be practically physically attached to his partner. Like that one time…

"I'm cold"

"You've gotten about a dozen blankets on, and not to mention my hoodie, how can you still be cold"

Charlie peered at him from under the blankets.

"And how are you not cold? It's bloody freezing!"

Nick smiled and shrugged. He then slithered his way under the massive mound of blankets and eventually found Charlie.

"Hi"

"Hi- how are you so hot?"

"Must be my good genes"

"Shut up"

From that moment forward, Nick has been victim to Charlie's very cold appendages. The "worst" part was Charlie used it as an excuse to tease him. He knew just how ticklish Nick was, yet there he was, wiggling his wiry fingers under Nick's arms.

Nick was practically in tears, one of his worst spots being so easily exploited. Nick didn't even realize that Charlie had stopped quite a while ago. He's just been there giggling like an idiot for the last 2 mins or so. Charlie sat there with a very smug smile on his face.

"Are your hands warm now?" Nick asked between breaths.

Charlie nodded and scooped up Nick in his arms. Nick pursed his lips, awaiting a much deserved kiss.

"You're so needy," Charlie teased, leaning in to kiss him.

There were other times where Charlie "Icicle" Spring abused his pretty privilege in exchange for some warmth.

"I'm cold," Charlie whined, looking out the window.

There was a torrential downpour happening outside and the boys had narrowly escaped it.

"Tell me something that's new" retorted Nick, handing the shivering lad a cup of hot chocolate.

The two sat on the couch, debating on what movie they were going to watch. With Nick's back turned to grab his hot chocolate, Charlie got an idea. His hands were no longer cold thanks to the warm mug he was holding, but his feet were still in need of warmth.

"Pirates of the Caribbean it is thEN- OH MY GOD CHARLIE! Your feet are cold"

"I know," Charlie pouted, his bare feet placed on Nick's very warm back.

Nick promptly plucked the two offending appendages from his back and placed them on his lap instead.

"Why don't you wear socks?"

"My mum has them all in the wash"

Nick started the movie, his hands now on Charlie's feet. They shyly rubbed each other as though they wanted to hide.

"Is this okay?"

"Mhm"

Nick's hands are so warm. And since when did he learn to give massages? Charlie thought.

"Are you getting enough vitamins mate? Your toes feel like they're getting frostbite"

Charlie tensed feeling Nick's hand touching his toes. A pleasant sensation bubbled inside of him, causing a small smile to adorn his face.

"Yehehes" Charlie giggled.

Nick gave his signature smirk as he eyed Charlie then his feet, putting two and two together.

As the movie progressed so did Charlie's snickering. Nick's fingers were still softly caressing the ticklish skin. Charlie didn't even make an effort to pull away, only scrunching his toes if Nick got too close to them.

Charlie laughed at something Jack Sparrow did and man, Nick felt like Cupid shot an arrow through his heart for the thousandth time that day. Charlie's laugh was just so soft and cuddly? Like a cold lemonade on a hot summer day, it just quenched this thirst Nick had.

"W-what?"

"Hmm? Oh nothing"

"You were staring" Charlie said with an accusatory smirk.

Nick blushed. Luckily another scene came on that distracted Charlie. Nick couldn't take his eyes off of him. There was nothing more than he loved. The way Charlie's curls delicately bounced across his face, or how his dimples deepened as the sound of his laughter danced through the room. Without realizing what he was doing, Nick scribbled his fingers along Charlie's arches.

"Nihihick!"

"Hmm?"

Charlie didn't protest much after that, just covering his face with his hands.

"You're so cute y'know that?"

"Shuhut up"

"Gasp. Telling the love of your life to shut up isn't very proper now is it?" Nick teased, speeding up the tickles a bit.

"I'm sahahaharry"

"And you're saying the dreaded S-word?" Nick's fingers made their way to Charlie's toes, accidentally slipping between them because of all the squirming.

Charlie gripped his stomach and fell back onto the couch. His laughter fell silent and he feebly kicked his legs. Nick was in awe; completely stopping the tickles and just watching the happiness emanating from Charlie. He was having a proper full on gay crisis. The good thing was he could actually do something about it. Charlie gasped as he was pulled into Nick's lap and subsequently pulled into a passionate kiss...

Tune in next time to see what antics Nick and Charlie get into. This has been "Cold Feet, Warm Heart", brought to you by Applebee's. Feeling hungry? Eat Applebee's!

Coming up next on the Family Channel, Charlie and Nick Do Gay Things™. After that join Tara and Darcy in their new show, Lesbi-Honest, featuring a special guest Elle, at 8/7 central!

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hyunsuks-beanie · 3 years

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Chocolate Fondue

Jungwon x gn! reader; a very fluff make-out; 0.76k

Mellow speaks: Surprise!! I'm back, because the people at Tumblr finally messaged me that they had corrected the glitch that was affecting my blog! First off, a massive thank you to everyone who's been following my blog even though I was pretty much MIA, and second, here's the Jungwon fluff that was requested by the lovely anon. I know I had said I would post this on my new blog, but it had the same problem, so I shut I down haha. Thank you for being patient, and I hope you enjoy reading this!

"Wonie, if you continue clinging to me like a koala, how am I supposed to cook?," you sigh, turning your head slightly to look at your boyfriend's face resting on your shoulder. Whether it was because he missed you during the past week when the both of you couldn't meet up, or because you smelled extra good thanks to the fragrant bath bombs you had used earlier, but there was just something that had Jungwon sticking to you like gum today. He couldn't bring himself to pull away, instead choosing to follow you around the house, his hands firmly around your waist.

He does nothing more than whine in response, making you roll your eyes as you return back to whisking the chocolate fondue you were making for dessert. "We haven't seen each other in days, and you choose to pay more attention to the strawberries than to your own boyfriend," Jungwon mumbles against your skin after a while, making you let put a giggle as you feel him pout.

Picking up a strawberry from the kitchen counter, you turn around to face your boyfriend, holding it up and signaling for him to open his mouth. He complies, munching away on the strawberry as you pop it into his mouth, giving you his signature smile. You turn back around to face your fondue, rolling your finger up the side of the bowl to stop the chocolate from dripping down. You absentmindedly lick your finger clean, something that Jungwon is quick to notice from behind your shoulder.

He watches as your lips curl around your finger, and without realizing, he ends up tugging on your sleeve, making you look at him again. He can't explain it, but he finds himself leaning in to kiss you, unable to resist the big doe eyes you give him. Placing his lips on yours, he is quick to pull away, smirking at your surprised expression. "There was some chocolate on your lips," is all he says, pulling his hands away from your form, and walking out towards the living room couch.

You watch after him, unable to process what just happened. It is a few seconds later, when he looks over his shoulder towards you, the smirk still on his face, that you mumble to yourself, "Dessert can wait. I want something sweeter right now." With that, you walk over to Jungwon, who has already seated himself on the couch. He looks up at you as you stand in front of him, trying to suppress his smile when you throw your legs over his, getting comfy on his lap. He silently tilts his head to the side, questioning you, and you try not to scream at how cute he looks.

Leaning in closer to his face, you say, "Your lips tasted nice," your voice barely above a whisper. Noticing him biting his lip softly at the compliment, you finally close the gap between the two of you, feeling yourself getting addicted to the taste of strawberry, tasting a thousand times sweeter on his lips. You smile into the kiss, a sigh escaping your lips as Jungwon kisses you back, pulling you ever slightly closer to himself.

The kiss is like your relationship, super soft and super cute, with just the right amount of fun. The both of you can't seem to hide the smiles that grace your lips, as they mold together like puzzle pieces. Your hands make their way to your boyfriend's hair, getting entangled in his soft locks as his own hands come to rest at your waist. You pull away after a while, smiling up at him as you rub your nose against his. Giggling, he dips his face, catching your lips in another kiss, light as a feather. It is you who deepens the kiss this time, making him slide his tongue softly against your bottom lip. You can't help but gasp at the sudden contact, causing him to chuckle softly, his lips never leaving yours.

You finally pull away after what feels like hours, your slightly swollen lips curling up into a soft smile as you suddenly grow bashful under his gaze. Looking down, you begin fiddling with your fingers, making Jungwon nuzzle his face in your hair before resting his chin atop your head. "I love you Wonie," you whisper, against his chest. He opens his mouth to return the words, but his stomach beats him to it, growling suddenly. You pull away, looking up at him as he just stares at you sheepishly.

"Sooooo....., about the fondue?"

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shangchiswife · 2 years

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Hello idk if you're taking requests for this but I love this new ship I'm seeing and if possible could you maybe do a doc ock x tasm!Peter x reader where they help her deal with chronic illness/pain maybe? I've been miserable all week from pain and am basically bedridden most of the time bc I can barely sit up without being in immense pain in my back and neck and could use a little fluff haha. Thank you!

hey love, i'm so sorry you've been feeling that way. i really hope this helps and that you enjoy this! also please let me know if i wrote anything wrong because i'd hate to offend anyone by writing something wrong. anyways sorry for the slight delay btw <3

summary: you are in a lot of pain and doc ock and peter help you feel better

doc ock x reader x tasm!peter

warnings: none

word count: 758

You laid in bed, tears coating your cheeks as pain struck your back like a never-ending whip.

This was how it was like. The entire week. Constant pain and agony.

It was only two months when your doctor had told you that you had to be bedridden most of the time due to the illness you were diagnosed with.

Before you had started crying you remember your boyfriend Peter breaking down into a sob while your other boyfriend Otto's face had paled and his grip on your hand had tightened.

They loved you so much and it hurt them to see you in pain.

Now you were left alone at the house while Peter was off being Spiderman and Otto had gone to the store to run a quick errand.

You longed for them to come back because whenever they were around they would distract you from the pain you were experiencing.

A gentle sob escaped your figure as you longed for your boyfriends to come back and wrap their arms around you whispering sweet things in your ear.

While you waited you flipped through channels, trying to take your mind off the pain you were experiencing.

At that moment you heard the door swing open and the thudding of footsteps.

Your heart beat happily.

They were home.

Peter slid over on the ground so that he was present in the doorway, almost slipping on the floor in the process making you let out a small chuckle.

He was still dressed in his Spiderman suit which showed off his toned upper body. His hair was sticky and there was a small patch of ash on his face.

"Hi angel," he smiled as he pressed a soft kiss to your forehead.

"Hi," you chirped lifting your head up.

Peter cupped your cheeks and then kissed you making sparks fly throughout your entire body.

"Where's Otto?" you questioned, cocking your head to the side.

"Already tired of me, huh?" he asked shaking his head lightly with a small smile on his face.

"It's not that...you just stink," you said honestly as Peter's eyes widened and he stretched one of his arms out to sniff his armpit.

"Ew, you're right, showering right away," he said placing another quick kiss on your lips before darting over to the restroom and shutting the door behind him.

"Wait where's Otto?" you called out to the brown-haired boy but the only response you were given was the shower turning on.

"I'm right here my love," you looked you see Otto come in the doorframe wearing his signature red turtleneck.

He knew the turtleneck was something that you loved to see him in so he wore it often just to please you.

His tentacles started whirring wildly and flew towards you with excitement.

You laughed as the four tentacles cuddled against you.

"Hello boys, were you on your best behavior for Otto?" you cooed as you pet two of them causing them to spin wildly with excitement.

Otto approached you and planted a gentle kiss on your cheek and then plopped down on the bed beside you.

"How are you feeling?" he asked his eyes dark pools of concern.

"I'm feeling much better now that you both are here," you smiled sincerely as Otto took your hand and kissed it.

"So what were you watching?" Otto asked before a loud crashing sound came from the bathroom and Peter filed out, his hair clinging against his forehead.

"Good lord, boy!" Otto put a hand over his chest while you laughed.

"I was worried I was missing cuddle time," Peter stared at the two of you with his big brown eyes before going beside you and putting his arms around you, his wet hair touching your neck.

You wrapped your arms around him and kissed him on the head making Otto knit his eyebrows.

"Hey, I'd like to be included!" the older man protested as he too wrapped his arm around you.

"This is the highlight of my day, it was so horrible but now I'm so happy, thank you guys," you smiled at your boyfriends who looked up at you with pleased expressions.

Their ultimate goal in life was to make you happy.

"We love you Y/N, so SO much we just want you to always be happy and content even if life isn't so great," Peter said while closing his eyes.

Otto grunted in agreement while also shutting his lavender lids.

You laughed softly before taking their heads and putting them closer to you while you too proceeded to shut your eyes.

They made you so happy.

#otto octavius x reader #peter parker x reader #tasm!spiderman x reader #doc ock x reader x peter parker #doc ock x reader

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sserpente · 3 years

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A/N: So this is a much requested Part II of this Christmas Imagine which I suppose you can also read on its own. Also has requests from @keepcalmandtravelonkate and @fandom-rpblog as well as the exclusive Zoom meeting idea. Haha, enjoy everyone! ♥

Words: 1822 Warnings: fluff

Christmas Eve came sooner than you had thought and it was about as cheerful as you had imagined it. Thor greeted you with mug of steaming hot chocolate first thing in the morning, wearing the ugly Christmas sweater you had bought him last year and Tony was already in the spacious living room with Pepper to finish up the preparations for his annual Christmas party.

You spent the entire day baking biscuits and didn’t see Loki all day but for some peculiar reason you hoped that he too would attend the biggest Christmas party in New York City. Tony had invited everyone—no, that was not entirely true, the party was, in fact, for everyone—especially those who had no one else to spend Christmas Eve with or wanted to do so with none other than the famous Avengers.

With a sigh, you finished applying your red lipstick and admired yourself in the mirror. The green dress shimmering like a thousand tiny crystals had cost you way more than what you would normally spend on clothes but the occasion was worth it. You had only realised after that green was Loki’s colour too. Another sigh escaped your lips.

The God of Mischief and you had not really spoken since the roof-incident. Part of you wondered whether he was about as confused as you about what had happened between you, especially after Thor had interpreted your entanglement in a romantic manner, the other insisted you didn’t think too much of it. Loki was just… Loki. Mysterious, mischievous and handsome. Wait… handsome?

By the time you arrived at the party, more than two dozen guests had already arrived. Dressed in Christmas pullovers, suits or festive dresses much like you, they held small glasses full of mulled wine, eggnog or champagne, munching on biscuits and other Christmas treats and chatting with each other and the superheroes who had already joined the party guests, impressing them with their stories and their skills.

Your heart skipped a beat when you spotted Loki standing only a few feet away from you. Heavens, he should not be allowed to wear suits. Instead of the light version of his Asgardian signature outfit you usually saw him in, the God of Mischief was dressed in an all-black suit complimenting his raven hair and tall figure. It was perfect to blend in and not attract too much attention, for many citizens still avoided him like the plague after everything that had happened only a few years back. Your eyes met, sending waves of electricity though you, and he nodded.

You furrowed your brows when somebody spoke your name. “Is that you?” Much to your dismay, you recognised the voice immediately. It belonged to Derek, your ex-boyfriend. Derek who collected action figures of the Avengers and who owned a Captain America costume worth five-hundred dollars. Derek, who had cheated on you with other women and, upon your break-up, had blamed you for the sexual imbalance in your relationship. Needless to say, you had not exactly ended it on good terms. The last thing you wanted to do was chat to him of all people on Christmas Eve. Much rather, you’d finally spend some time with Loki again. He was fun to be around once he had warmed up to someone…

“I tried to text you like… a hundred times.”

“I saw. I blocked your number after fifty.” You retorted.

“Don’t be like that. I was going to make up, you know.”

“You literally told me it’s my fault that you went ahead and fucked other women behind my back, Derek!”

“Because you didn’t give me what I need in the bedroom, baby. We should have talked about that more. It wouldn’t happen again. Let’s talk about this. Can I get you a drink?”

“No, thank you.”

“Okay… Care to dance with me then?”

“Absolutely not.” You hissed.

“Come on. You are not here with someone, are you?”

You blinked. Fuck. Think, think, think. “Yes, actually.” You lied quickly. Your eyes fell on Loki who met your gaze again in a strange and almost affectionate way—something had definitely changed between you since he had helped you decorate the Avengers facility and you remembered, with butterflies in your belly, how he had caught you in his arms when you had fallen off the roof like a bird with broken wings. The idea came to you before you could properly think it through. Derek would never dare to defy someone like Loki. He was your perfect alibi to get rid of him.

“I’m here with my boyfriend. You probably know Loki?” Before you could change your mind, you stepped forward, closed the remaining distance between you and put your arm under Loki’s. He did not fail to react. Turning away from Thor, he frowned and stared at your linked arms, then opened his mouth to question you. Much to your relief, however, the gesture did not seem to anger him.

You shot him a pleading glance. Play along, you thought. Please, take the hint.

“Are you serious right now?” Derek spat, a both disgusted and shocked expression on his face.

Much to your surprise—or maybe not—Loki wrapped his arms around your middle then, pressing you against his strong body. Your heart skipped a beat. This felt like him cradling you in his arms like a bride, only more… intense, for this time—this time, it was actually intentional.

Loki gave Derek a glare, his lips ghosting over your forehead. “Are you alright, my sweet mortal?” My sweet mortal? “I believe you have promised me a dance.”

Derek swallowed, blinking at you a few times—and then, without a word, he shook his head and disappeared in the burbling and dancing crowd. You let out a breath you didn’t realise you were holding. Good thing for you he’d always been a coward.

But while relief was flooding your veins, at the very same time, adrenaline set every single cell of your body on fire. Loki was still holding you. His lips against your skin had felt like the gentle kiss of a butterfly… You looked up, if anything not to make the situation even more awkward than it already was, given that by now, both Thor and Natasha had become rather taken aback witnesses as well.

“Thank you. I really owe you.” You muttered.

“I take it this was a former suitor of yours?”

You gave him a weak smile. “That’s a very elegant way to put it but yes, he is my ex-boyfriend. I left him when I found out he cheated on me—repeatedly. I panicked when he approached me and I knew he’d be scared of you.”

“Why thank you.” Loki replied with dismay before, much to your surprise, a smirk grew on his lips.

“No! I just meant…”

“I know what you meant. So?”

“S-so what?”

“He is still watching you. You would do well to keep up the act.” Loki said, keeping you from spinning around to check. But he was probably right either way. You had just announced in front of a bunch of strangers as well as your ex-boyfriend and two Avengers that Loki and you were dating. You were honestly surprised the Trickster did not at all seem too bothered by this very circumstance, not to mention what it meant for you. Ever since the roof-incident, you certainly didn’t mind clinging onto him like that.

“Dance with me.” He commanded softly, one of his large hands coming to rest on your waist while the other interlinked with yours. “He will lose interest if you feign easiness.”

You nodded quickly, leaning into him to not raise any suspicion and taking a deep breath when the side of your face connected with his chest. Loki rested his chin on the top of your head, weighing you gently from side to side as if the music was made of waves carrying you over an ocean. It was a classic playing right now—What are you doing New Year’s Eve by Ella Fitzgerald—sweet, calm… romantic. This evening was going in a very dangerous direction now but you couldn’t help but feel safe and protected in the God of Mischief’s arms. Who would have thought that putting up Christmas decoration together would create such a strong bond between two people… a mortal and a god on top of that?

“I got you a Christmas present, you know.” You murmured after a while.

His voice vibrated in his chest, you could feel it against your cheek. “Did you now?”

“Hmm…” He stole away your ability to speak. That was so unfair! “I was going to give it to you tomorrow morning but… would you like me to give it to you now, in private?” It would be the perfect excuse to get away from here for a bit too, even if, in better lighting, Loki would probably notice your blushed cheeks.

“Lead the way, my sweet mortal.” There it was again. Smiling up at him sheepishly, you moved a step back and took his hand, practically fleeing from the scene.

Loki remained in the doorway when you reached your room. Whether it was out of decency or respect, you couldn’t quite tell. You crossed your room with quick steps, reaching for Loki’s gift under your bed. You had wrapped it in green paper and decorated it with a golden bow. A bit of a cliché perhaps but it looked just perfect.

“Merry Christmas, Loki.” You said when you returned to him and handed it to him. He only took it hesitatingly.

“Why did you get me a gift?”

You shrugged. “I just wanted to be nice. I doubt the others will have gotten you something so I thought… just so you can unwrap something too?” You almost choked on your nervous laughter. “You know I almost decided not to give it to you after all after you almost drove me mad when I was hanging up the Christmas lights.”

Loki chuckled. “I suppose you made that consideration before I saved your life.”

“More or less...” You replied, winking at him. Hey… this isn’t so hard after all!

Your heart was pounding in your chest by the time he unwrapped it, revealing the notebook and the green and gold fountain pen you had gotten him. It even came with green ink.

“It’s not much, really, just…” You said quickly. “I keep seeing you scribbling and reading a lot and I thought…”

“Thank you.” He interrupted. Honesty swung in his smooth voice, making your heart beat faster in an instant. At this speed, you were going to need an ambulance soon.

You smiled. “I ought to thank you. Derek is a dick. You saved me twice now, I’m in your debt.”

Loki chuckled once more, looking you deeply in the eye. “Yes. I believe you are.” It was, without a doubt, a promise.

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Truth or Drink (Tom Holland)

[YouTube AU: Video 2]

a/n: this took a while asdfghjkl this was in my drafts since oct. at 7k already (but got distracted with other WIPs as always) and was suggested by this anon back in aug. so i’m sorry this took a so long hun. also, the gif took a fucking while too ‘cause we are extra in this house haha (i mean, i wanted the time in the vid to match the wc so ha). anyway, enough babbling and let’s get into the video! lol, i hope you guys enjoy this one!

summary: You and Tom do a couples Q&A where you spilled steamy secrets with the help from alcohol. pairing: tom holland x fem!reader warnings: dialogue bonanza (lots of laughing and asking), alcohol consumption, secret spilling (from both parties), teasing from everyone (will include dirty jokes from the lads), mentions of smut & risque aka sex-themed questions. word count: 14.2k+ (aha enjoy!)

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⚠ DISCLAIMER: this is a multi-part (not a series) which is basically one-shots happening in the same universe meaning you don’t need to read the previous one to understand this one since they are not heavily connected plot wise. although each fic does happen chronologically, you don’t need to read them in order much like how you don’t need to watch youtube videos in order.

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You knew something was about to happen the moment you walked into the dining area, the way Tom immediately went to latch onto you like a koala bear—as if he hasn't seen you just minutes before—tells all.

"What are you up to now?" you asked with a playful scrunch of your nose.

You rested your hands on his shoulders, the fabric of his pink hoodie—while you wore his other pink hoodie, outfits not at all planned since you just took the first thing you saw in his closet—soft to the touch as you took a glance at the camera that was set up at the head of the dining table. The greenery of the outside world behind the glass doors served as a backdrop to the shot.

The crease between your brows deepened at the sight, gaze landing back on the boy attached to your hip who was hugging you sideways with a certain glow in his eyes.

"I'm not up to anything," Tom denied, nuzzling his face on the crook of your neck to litter the skin with sweet and soft kisses. Although the gesture made your heart melt, it also made your suspicion grow. You just know there was more to this than meets the eye.

Strong arms staying around your torso, Tom pulled away slightly so he could meet your gaze again, a certain smile growing on his lips, one you know too well. It was the usual smile he wears whenever he wants something from you, a favor perhaps. An all too powerful grin that had you made him get away with things—mostly stupid ones—easily that you aren't exactly proud to admit.

"Tom," you warned with a raise of a brow, enough seriousness and command in your tone that he was quick to give in.

"Okay, okay, we're shooting the next video," he chuckled, tracing your jaw with the tip of his nose before giving it a soft peck. "Which I am hoping you'll do with me still," he murmured, placing another kiss on your cheek before pulling away to look at you fully as he flashed you a not-so-innocent smile.

Bingo.

Tom just doesn't suddenly become so clingy—well, he normally is but more than usual anyway—especially out of nowhere without it having an underlying reason.

You narrowed your eyes at him skeptically. You stayed silent as you weighed your odds, if the enjoyment of making the video was worth it for you to endure the obvious embarrassment that would come with it. You do love this YouTube thing he's got going on, you truly do enjoy being a part of it. But with the things he's spilled in the last video, you just want to make sure that this time won't be too much, though you highly doubt it.

It was hilarious how his bottom lip started to go at your reaction, eyes turning rounder, cuter that would give Puss in Boots a run for his money. And just as you counted in your head, three, two, one—

"Please, darling? Do it with me?" Tom cooed, placing his head on your shoulder as he gave your waist a loving squeeze, fluttering his eyelashes at you in the most adorable of ways with that cute pout to match. It was his signature look whenever he wanted something, the look of handsome and adorable persuasion. "I'll keep the secret-spilling at a minimum, love. And besides, we can always edit it out."

You let out a soft sigh, shaking your head at the fact that you're saying yes either way. You can never say no whenever he puts on that very persuasive face of his, can never resist him even if you tried. And of course, Tom knows this power he has over you, and he's mastered a way on how and when to use it to his advantage.

You aren't exactly proud to say that he has never failed once, his tactic very effective and that's putting it lightly. It's sneaky and annoying sometimes but it's still cute nonetheless.

Though, never did he once abuse this weakness of yours, only using it with the little things—like letting him sneak in some snacks on set when he was instructed not to or when he wants to do certain stuff—because when it's something serious and you say 'no,' then he's quick to listen and settle when you've made your final decision. He knows you only have the best intentions when it comes to his safety and just him in general, so there's really no doubt on Tom's behalf when it comes to following you on that.

"Why me? Why not give the other boys a chance to be in the spotlight?" you proposed, not giving him the satisfaction of winning just yet.

Tom shrugged with a wide smile. "The fans love you," he hummed.

The reception of the last video was mostly positive. Maybe it was the fact that you've been with Tom for a couple years already.

Your relationship was private of course, but it wasn't a secret. It was relatively the both of you showing glimpses of it every now and then online. So, compared to when the news first broke out, this time was a bit calmer. There are still trolls and haters—they're always going to be there unfortunately—but you've learned to shut them out, turning your focus more on the ones who are very positive and supportive. They should be the only ones who should be given attention to, no point wasting your energy on random keyboard warriors.

"You mean they love it when I make fun of you?" you said, laughter escaping your lips soon after when Tom buried his face back on the crook of your neck as he groaned in dismay.

Let's just say his fans quite enjoyed how you handled him in the last video, the teasing, the banter, the whole lot. Tom hasn't been able to escape the countless clips that are circulating the good old internet. No matter which platform he uses, a clip or meme is always there to haunt him. Most of them vary from him screaming and wriggling in pain; laughing like a hyena while also wriggling in pain; the random facial expressions he's made; and even sometimes, a snapshot of you looking at him in great disappointment and/or embarrassment. That's just some among the plethora of other memes.

Tom had seen it coming of course, but it doesn't mean it's any less embarrassing, especially with how clueless he seemed when it came to women.

"Unfortunately, that too," he grumbled.

"Okay then, might as well give them more content," you teased, Tom pulling away again to gawk at you with a look of feign betrayal crossing his features. You could only laugh at that, giving his jutted out lip a kiss to replace it with one of his many sweet smiles. Despite you saying it in a joking manner, he can't really deny that that would happen either way. After all, no matter what he does, he will always be a walking meme.

Tom finally lets you go after one more peck on the cheek, guiding you towards the seat by the other end of the table soon after. He helped you in like the gentleman that he is, a kiss landing on top of your head once you were seated before he made his way towards his place.

"What are we doing this time?" you asked when Tom sat down on the chair across from you.

And as if on cue, Harry walked into the dining area with two bottles of gin on hand, Harrison following suit with a bowl of half-sliced limes along with Tuwaine with a bucket of ice and two Collins glasses.

"Truth or drink," Harry said with a wide grin, lifting the bottles of Aviation gin to further prove his point.

"You guys chose me to do this with him because I'm a lightweight, which means I'm more likely to talk, didn't you?" you said, narrowing your eyes at each of them as they placed their respective items right in front of you in the middle of the table.

All three boys gasped exaggeratedly at your accusation, shaking their heads as they made their way behind the camera, chorusing a bunched of:

"Oh no, of course not."

"That was not the plan."

"We would never."

You could only roll your eyes at them, playfully of course, turning back to Tom who was quick to throw his hands up in surrender once he took in your expression of pure suspicion.

"I swear, I just want to do this with you, plain and simple," he confessed, though his follow up sentence made you think that it wasn't as plain and simple. "But you are very funny when you have alcohol in your system."

"Does that mean I'm not when sober?" You raised your brow at the man across you, sitting straight up as you clasp your hands together, resting it on the table to seem serious.

Tom shook his head frantically. "No! You're still very funny sober!" he rushed. "Love, you know what I meant," he added with a whine, head dropping low once you let out a laugh, only lifting it back up to shoot you another pout. He can be quite gullible sometimes and you honestly love it, love teasing him about.

"Besides, it's a couples Q&A and the only couple here are you two so there aren't really any options. The only difference is that it has alcohol to spice things up a little," Harry said, now in his place behind the camera just like before.

"With equally spicy questions," Harrison added with a wriggle of his brows, coming back up on the head of the table to place a stack of white cards to which you assumed was where the questions were written.

"You guys wrote the questions didn't you? Okay, this is a set up," you joked.

"They're harmless questions I swear!" Harrison defended with a laugh before returning back to his place by the camera. Though knowing them for as long as you have, you've learned to never trust those words fully. It was highly expected that the questions aren't going to be simple, let alone safe for work.

"But if you're not comfortable doing it, it's totally fine, darling," Tom said, smiling sweetly as he grabbed your hands across the table and gave it a gentle, reassuring squeeze. He knows you have never been an avid drinker. As you've said, you are lightweight. So, if ever you wanted to back out, he's just making sure you know that you have the option to.

"No, I'm fine with it. This will be fun," you said, flashing him a true, reassuring smile of your own, squeezing his hand in return for good measure. "But can I at least have some juice or something? I'm not drinking gin straight," you added.

"Figured you'd say that," Tom said with a wide grin, rushing up from his seat and disappearing into the kitchen. He came back not long after with a bottle of orange juice on one hand all while holding a spoon and paring knife on the other. "Rollin' down the street, smokin' indo, sippin' on gin and juice," he sang the good old Snoop Dogg classic no matter how corny, placing the bottle juice right beside the gin on the head of the table.

You narrowed your eyes at your man. "You seem prepared Tom."

"Nope, I just know you too well," he hummed, giving you a sweet peck on the forehead before he was back on his seat across you.

"Right, let's give the people what they want," you said, rubbing your hands together with a wide smile.

It was Tom's turn to look at you skeptically. "Why do I have a feeling that we'll just take turns in exposing each other?"

You tilted your head at him with a grin, shrugging your shoulders and said,

"How bad can it be?"

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"And we are rolling."

"What's up guys! Tom Holland here," he introduced with a loud clap. "I'm back with another video joined by none other than the gorgeous Y/N." You waved at the camera with a sweet smile at the mention of your name. "The rest of the gang are behind the camera as per usual," Tom added, the lads cheering at their cue unenthusiastically and totally not in sync, chuckles and giggles following soon after.

"You can feel the excitement in the room," Tom said sarcastically with a roll of his eyes. "Anyhow, since lovely Ryan Reynolds sent me a case of gin just recently, I thought; why not put it to good use?" Tom shot the camera a knowing look. "Hashtag not sponsored but should be!" he yelled, making you jump slightly at the sudden loud sound.

"Do you have to be so loud?" you grumbled, playfully covering your ears in the process.

"Oh, sorry love," Tom chuckled, shooting you a sweet smile before turning back to the camera, finger pointed at it as he said, "But Ryan, my DMs are always open."

"Always looking for someone to replace me," you sighed, shaking your head dejectedly as you turned to the camera with a deep frown.

"Ah, here we go," Tom groaned, shooting you a playful glare because he knows that the teasing would only get more and more prominent from here on out.

"What? You and I both know I've got a lot of competition," you said as a matter of fact, leaning back on your seat with arms crossed over your chest. "Mainly Jake G. and Harrison, with a couple of variations here and there but you get what I mean."

Tom shook his head at you with a teasing roll of his eyes. "Once again, my girlfriend everyone," he said to the lens with a tight lip smile before turning back to you with a deadpan expression. You only shrugged in response, flashing him an innocent smile.

"Anyway, a fan suggested this in the comments of the last video so today, we're going to be doing Truth or Drink," he continued, turning back to face the camera. "Rules are simple, we take turns on reading out the questions that are written on these cards right here"—Tom lifted the stack of white, rectangular cards before placing them back on the table—"and we either answer them truthfully or we take a drink."

"Oh and a little disclaimer," you paused as you looked at the camera. "The lads wrote the questions so we have no idea what's in the cards nor did we have any involvement in the choosing of certain topics which are possibly going to be discussed in this video," you added, feeling like it was a fact that needed to be said.

"Parental guidance is advised," Tom chuckled.

"They're not that bad you divs," Harrison grumbled.

Now you're certain on who wrote most of the questions, he's been keen on taking offense whenever anyone gets suspicious over them. "We'll be the judge of that," you stated, raising a brow at Harrison before turning back to Tom.

"Let's get right into it shall we?" Tom proposed. You gave him a nod in response, jutting out two thumbs up for good measure. "Ladies first," he said, flashing you a charming grin as he gestured towards the pile of cards.

You reached over to the pile, making sure to pick the card in the middle just to make sure that it was completely random. You adore the lads, but knowing how mischievous they can get, you've learned to always keep one eye open with regard to everything that they do. Plus, it was so easy to set it up for you to pick a certain question given that it was only you and Tom taking turns on picking a card.

"We are starting off with something a tad bit dark huh." You gave the lads a swift glance before turning to the card you had on hand. "If I killed someone would you help me cover it up?" you read out loud, placing the card on the discarded pile before your gaze landed on Tom who gave you a small, secretive nod 'yes' which only made you giggle.

Tom leaned forward as he rested his elbow on the marble surface, hand playing with his chin with his eyes on the ceiling to seem that he was deep in thought. He turned back to you and said, "Do we not get any context? Was it an accident or was it on purpose? Was it due to hate or fear? Was it justified?"

"It's a yes or no answer Tom," you laughed.

"Well then, you already know the answer but for legal purposes," Tom paused, reaching for the bucket of ice and putting some in his glass. He poured the gin on top of that and then added a dash of lime, swirling around the glass to mix them all together. "My lips are sealed," he chuckled, lifting the glass up to his lips and taking a drink. "Oh, that's good stuff," he commented, taking another sip before putting the glass back down.

"Hypothetically, if you were going to help, you'll probably be the one who'll get us caught if I'm being honest," you giggled to which Tom threw his head back with a laugh.

"Yeah, you'll tell me what you did, I'll get shocked and as we're getting stuff to you know, hypothetically hide the body, I'll go 'I can't believe you killed someone' in public and then someone will hear and call the police and we're done."

You burst out in a hearty laugh at that, nodding your head in agreement. "That's exactly how it's going to happen."

It was Tom's turn to pick a question, his grin growing wider as his eyes scanned the card in his fingers. "What's the most embarrassing thing you've done in front of me?" he asked, his features brightening in excitement because he already knows the answer. There wasn't really much to begin with other than that one incident that will always haunt you for the rest of your life.

"Do you want me to tell them the story?" you sighed, leaning back on your chair with palms flat on the table. It wasn't one of your finest moments that's for sure and Tom hasn't been letting you hear the end of it. In fact, it was one of his favourite stories involving you both.

"It's up to you, love. You don't have to if you don't want to." Tom shrugged with a smirk, reaching for your glass to get your drink made. "But that moment was so adorable for me though, embarrassing for you but very adorable for me," he added with a wink.

"Adorable or ego boosting?" you pointed out with a raise of your brow.

"Both," Tom laughed, adding some ice in your glass and pouring just the right amount of gin soon after.

You watched with an adoring smile as he poured in the orange juice, the sound of silverware and glass clinking together filling the air as he mixed up the liquids. He then squeezed a bit of lime in your drink, taking the paring knife soon after to slice up another lime in a thin circle, making a small slit in the middle so he can put it on the rim of your glass easily. Tom can be extra at times, of course he felt the need to decorate your drink, even when it wasn't exactly necessary but you wouldn't want it any other way.

"Look at you being a bartender," you teased, Tom looking up from his task to shoot you playful wink with a smug smirk to match.

"You love to see it."

You shrugged, not at all denying his claim because well, you do love seeing it.

"Here you go, mi lady," he hummed, handing you your beautifully decorated drink with a proud grin on his lips.

"Thank you, kind sir."

As much as how refreshing the cocktail looked in its cold glass and bright, orange colored glory, you know you had to be strategic with drinking. Because alcohol boosts your confidence, it makes you brave, it makes you say things you wish you hadn't when sober. And with you being lightweight, it isn't exactly ideal to be happy-go-lucky with it, especially knowing how these questions can go from one thing to another real quick.

You thought it's best to share embarrassing things that you can live with to keep the drinking at a minimum, rather than take too much alcohol too fast and say worse things down the line because you got somewhat tipsy or downright drunk. There's really no way of knowing how hard it hits given that different types of alcohol affect you in different ways.

"Okay, it was when we first met, which obviously doesn't make it any less embarrassing, first impressions and all that," you started, sitting straight up as your fingers drummed around the cool surface of your glass. "Me and a friend of mine were at this park and decided it would be fun to rent out these bikes to get around quicker, so we did. Lo and behold, Tom and Harrison were also at said park—"

"Oh yeah, I remember this," Harrison laughed. "This is going to be good."

You shot the blonde lad a quick glare before continuing. "Luck wasn't on my side that day—well, depends on how you look at things because I did meet Tom and seem to have gotten far," you laughed towards the camera, giving Tom a swift glance who was quick to lock eyes with you as he nodded agreeably with a chuckle. "But add that to me being very clumsy and simply put, I fell off the bike right in front of him," you sighed dejectedly, heat coating your cheeks as the lads chuckled in their seats, purely in amusement and not at all in a demeaning way.

"Go on love, let's hear the full thing," Tom encouraged, sitting back on his chair with his arms crossed over his chest to relax, attention fully on you as if he hasn't heard this story many times before. He genuinely does love hearing it. As you've said, it was one of his favourites.

"I'm getting there," you grumbled, narrowing your eyes at Tom who only flashed you an adorable, bright smile, knowing that if he does that, you can't stay mad at him. With a another sigh, you continued, "As we were riding our bikes, we saw him and Harrison sitting on this random bench from afar doing, I don't know, maybe they were on a date or something—"

"Darling, don't try and steer the topic here," Tom laughed. You stuck out your tongue at him—yes, very mature—his laughter only growing louder at your reaction.

"I'm a big fan of the Marvel movies, so obviously, I knew who he was. I was trying to keep my cool, you know, I didn't want to embarrass myself in front of him and thought I'll just ride pass, don't want to disturb whatever they had going on. But as soon as we got near to where they were sat, he looked towards my direction and we made eye contact—"

"The power I have," Tom crooned with a smug smile, earning a pointed eye-roll from you.

"Oh shut up. You know that wasn't the sole reason why I fell," you scoffed. "The chains on my bike went loose so I had no full control over it. We weren't going slowly as well because this friend of mine thought it was a good idea to one up each other so we kept going faster and faster, racing towards who knows what.

"So, my next option was to just plant my foot on the ground to stop it right? But as I've said, luck wasn't on my side that day. Before I could even do it, a rock went under the front wheel—which I didn't see given that I was distracted, you lot know why—and completely took me off balance and the bike went sideways real quick that I didn't have any time to react at all. And...did I roll a few times?" You turned to your boyfriend.

"Twice," he confirmed, a sympathetic smile on his lips as he tilted his head at you sweetly.

"Now, I don't see why you find this story adorable." You narrowed your eyes at your man.

"Not the actual accident, darling. It's what happened after that I found adorable. You were so cute being all shy and embarrassed," Tom defended with a pout. "And you know for a fact that whenever I see you with the smallest scrape or cut I panic and fuss over you immediately."

"You do. A bit too overdramatically," you giggled. It was a bit much sometimes how he worries but that's just Tom being the caring and overprotective boyfriend that he is. "Anyway, so yes, I rolled on the ground twice but all I remember was that I was already lying on my back, watching the sky while my knees, forearms up to my elbows and palms were burning. Then I saw Tom approaching and I swear I was just wishing that the ground would swallow me up right then and there," you finished.

"I quickly rushed to her aid, because you know, I'm Spider-Man," Tom added with a cocky shrugged, arms open wide as if to showcase himself.

There was a loud, collective groan from the lads which earned a laugh from you and a sound of pure protest from Tom.

"It's true!" he exclaimed. "Anyway, she then went, 'oh, my knight and shining armour, my handsome Prince Charming'," Tom gushed, voice at a higher pitch with the utmost exaggeration as he placed the back of his hand over his forehead. "And I went, 'don't worry princess, I'm here to save you,' and then we kissed and lived happily ever after," he concluded with the cheekiest smile.

"We remember this story very differently." You shook your head at him with a hearty laugh. This boy is always something else. "But fine, I'll give you the Prince Charming part because you did look like it.

"What you said was, 'miss, are you alright?' which was very formal of you, especially with the accent." You turned to the camera with a suggestive wiggle of your brows, making Tom drop his head shyly with a chuckle as his cheeks turned slightly pink. "And no, we didn't kiss. You don't kiss people you just met Thomas, get a hold of yourself. He helped me up and was kind enough to offer to take me to the hospital which wasn't needed since it was just a few cuts and scrapes but still insisted that I get checked. Who knew you'd be overprotective since day one," you laughed.

Tom shrugged with a chuckle. "We got to know each other while in the hospital and after she got cleaned up, I thought, I liked talking to her and I really don't want to say goodbye just yet. So, I invited her to lunch which she surprisingly said yes," he teased, sarcasm laced in his tone at his last sentence as he shot the camera a knowing and smug look. You kicked him lightly under the table, the action catching him off guard making him let out a yelp.

"It was more of me being polite because you helped and that. Didn't want to seem rude by saying no," you said, Tom gasping in full offense at your words. You let out a laugh as you rushed, "I'm kidding! Of course I wanted to go to lunch with you. It was impossible to say no because you've been really sweet and a real gentleman that day. And well, it was fun hanging out with you."

Tom smiled widely at that, nothing but pure love coating his features as he held your gaze, hand sneaking over to yours that was on the table and giving it a quick but loving squeeze.

"Where did Harrison go?" Harry wondered, the blonde boy suddenly turning silent and surely enough when you gave him a swift glance, he was already blushing.

"I had my friend with me, Tom had Harrison, you do the math," you said plainly, laughter laced in your tone.

"Oh, so you got some that day," Tuwaine chuckled, nudging the boy beside him with his elbow.

"Shut up, Tuwaine," Harrison grumbled, swatting away his friend lightly.

"But in conclusion, I am a superhero in real life," Tom stated proudly, swiping away the imaginary dust that was lying on his shoulder. He turned to the camera with a bright and wide smile. "But I do thank that bike every day."

"A bit sadistic but okay," you added, looking at Tom skeptically with a scrunch of your nose.

"No! I meant we wouldn't have gotten to know each other if that didn't happen," Tom rushed, lips turning into a pout when you only did nothing but laugh. "You're mean."

"You're just too adorable not to pick on," you giggled, his pout turning more prominent at your words.

You so badly wanted to get up off your seat and give him a proper kiss, but those things are always reserved privately. You two had never been big with public displays of affection, just the casual holding hands and occasional hugs. There are a few instances where you'll sneak a quick kiss while hanging out with friends but that's different compared to it being on tape for the whole world to see later on.

"Anyhow, what's the most embarrassing thing that you have done in front of me?" You asked back, your turn to grin wide because you know which story it was going to be, the way Tom's cheeks were quick to be dusted red was a clear indication that you were right.

"I'm smooth as hell, would never embarrass myself in front of a lady," he said casually, crossing his arms over his chest as he leaned back on his chair, all cool and suave.

"Oh shut up and tell the story," you said with a playful roll of your eyes, Tom letting out a shy chuckle before he leaned on the table.

"Right, it was our second date and I split my trousers open," he said, short and sweet, though his blush was already deepening because Tom knows the sharing won't stop there.

"Wait, how open?" Tuwaine asked.

"Like full on, centre to back, underwear and inner thighs with a bit of butt showing open. It would have been a bit better if I wore black pants—boxers to the American people—and black trousers right? But me being unlucky, I went for light-coloured denim jeans and black pants that day so it's fully obvious that I did ripped my trousers open," he chuckled shyly, hand going to rub at his shoulder, body slightly crouched as he refused to look away from his glass of gin.

"Go on Thomas, let's hear the full thing," you prodded, throwing his previous words right back at him.

He lifted his head up to shoot you a playful glare, though sat straighter anyway, elbows now on the table with his hands clasped together as he got ready to tell his story. "We were well underway our second date, a simpler one which was a walk in a somewhat less crowded park—"

"What's with you two and parks?" Harrison pointed out with a chuckle.

"Disaster just waiting to happen as you can tell," Tom laughed.

"We've steered clear from parks after all these incidents," you joked with a giggle.

"I did a flip and didn't land the right way was basically what happened," Tom continued, turning to the camera with a look of dismay. "We were walking by a couple of street dancers who were practicing a routine and they were doing all sorts of flips and tricks. She stopped walking completely and watched—wait, correction, stared at this certain bloke who was doing backflips—"

"I was not staring," you butted in. "I was just watching him do his thing and said how cool it was. And why are you making it seem like it's my fault?" you gasped, placing a hand over your heart, feign offence crossing your features.

"I'm not!" Tom laughed, hands up in surrender before he crossed his arms over his chest. "All I'm saying was that I was trying to impress you, which is why I offered to show you a flip. And as everyone in this room knows, I do the stupidest things when trying to impress a girl, especially when I like her that much."

"I was already impressed by you as is Tom, you didn't need to do a flip," you said as a matter of fact, small giggles escaping your lips as you looked at him with nothing but pure adoration. Tom felt his heart melt at the sight and more by your words. "And besides, I already knew you could do it. But somehow you felt the need to prove yourself after you saw me complimenting that dancer," you added.

"It's what you call ego, Tom," Harry laughed.

"Shut up, Harry." Tom shot his brother a glare though chuckled right after because it was in fact a bit true.

It was the silliest thing thinking back on it now, how he just said 'you want to see me do a flip?' out of the blue. You furrowed your brows at him in response, though your smile was laced with amusement. He just wanted to impress you as he'd said. And fine, maybe his ego got struck at teeny bit, and maybe he felt a little jealous that your attention got torn off of him because he truly did like you that much.

But at the end of the day, even though he had a little mishap, it all worked out so he wasn't at all complaining. "Anyway, so I did the flip, completely disregarding the fact that my shoes were slippy and my trousers were tight. I did land upright and not on my face this time so that's something," Tom chuckled. "But my right foot slipped so I was full on going on a wide split which I normally can't do since I am not flexible enough and proceeded to fall on my bum.

"The moment I heard the sound I instantly knew and just went, 'oh no' and remained on the ground because I didn't know what to do then. I was already embarrassed because I slipped, do I really want to tell her I tore open my trousers too?" Tom laughed timidly, the blush on his cheeks turning redder as he rubbed the back of his neck in utter embarrassment.

"I kind of knew right away though because I did hear something rip," you giggled. "He then just slowly stood up, hands behind, flat on his bum and said, 'I split my trousers open' in the smallest voice like a kid who's scared to tell their mum they fell or they'll get scolded. Plus his face was beet red, just like now." You pointed towards your boyfriend, who in turn stuck his tongue out at you as his blush turned into an even deeper shade of crimson.

"Thank God I wore a jacket that day and I was able to at least hide it until we got back to the car or else someone would've clocked it, took a picture, posted it on the internet and it would've made things much worse," Tom pointed out with a chuckle, glad that there was no paparazzi or it would've been a nightmare. "And the fact that you tried so hard not to laugh but still failed made me feel so embarrassed that I was quick to think that that was it. I ruined my chances, no more third date," he added as he turned to you with a small pout.

"I couldn't help laughing because it was the most adorable thing how you went from being all confident and cocksure on doing a flip to this shy boy who refused to look me in the eyes without turning even redder," you said, pure amusement laced in your tone. "But no, that incident made me like you more, it was just too endearing. Third date never left the table after that," you concluded with a sweet smile which only made Tom's grin grow wider.

"Even though she laughed, she was so sweet and kind about it. We had to cut our date shor—actually no, we didn't. We went back to your place and decided to do a movie marathon instead," Tom said fondly, face glowing with joy as the memory brought nothing but warmth across his chest.

"Yeah, with you wearing a pair of my sweatpants," you giggled, mirroring his expression as your mind recalled the sweet moment of you and him, simply cuddled up on the couch.

"And that's on getting the girl by splitting your trousers open," Tom said with a smug smile, pointing at the camera as he shot it a knowing look with a wriggle of his brows.

"And getting the boy by falling off a bike," you added, doing exactly what he did as you turned to face the lens.

"Look at us," Tom gushed, looking back at you with a smile, reaching across the table to take your hand in his. "Hey, look at us."

"Look at us. Who would've thought?" you giggled, giving his hand a squeeze in return.

You were always quick to catch on what he was trying to do that Tom couldn't help but smile widely, heart melting ten times over at the thought of you knowing him so well. "Not me," Tom chuckled, letting go of your hand and holding up his palm for a high-five to which you gladly obliged with laughs of your own.

"You two are made for each other," Harry chuckled with a shake of his head, now just getting that you two were recreating the famous Paul Rudd meme.

"My turn right?" Tom asked. You nodded with a hum as you pushed the pile of cards towards him. He let out a loud scoff once he read the question, his reaction making you raise a brow in both curiosity and slight dread. "Be honest," he said as he looked up from the paper, gaze landing on you. "Who do you love more, me," he paused for dramatic effect, narrowing his eyes at you before continuing, "Or Tessa?"

You let out a small groan as you hang your head low, fingers tracing the side of your cold glass. You let out a sigh of defeat before you met Tom's expectant gaze. "I can't possibly answer that question," you grumbled, bringing the glass up to your lips as you took a swift drink before placing it back down.

"That was such a tiny sip," Harrison pointed out.

"Alright, alright, I guess we can tell who the bad influence here is," you said with a teasing roll of your eyes, but still took another drink anyway, taking in more of it this time around. You just want to play the game fair and square. "You actually made that really well. It's really good," you hummed at Tom as you placed your drink back down, the lad grinning widely in response.

"Why thank you, darling," Tom crooned, voice smooth with a pride-filled smile, pushing over the pile of cards back in the middle of the table to get you to ask the next question.

"Okay, who wrote this?" You turned to the boys behind the camera with a raise of your brow. "If the alcohol wasn't going to do it, then this will definitely get the video restricted, unless you're going to bleep some words out?" You turned to Harry.

"I've got that covered," Harry laughed.

Glancing back at the card you had on hand, you asked, "If our sex life was porn, what genre would it be?" You looked up at Tom to see him try his best to hold back a smirk.

"Nope, not answering that," he laughed with a shake of his head as he lifted his glass off the table. "Mainly because there are too many genres that it would fit for me to only pick one," Tom muttered softly against his drink as he looked at you through his lashes. His words were muffled but you still heard it, you were closer to him after all. You felt your cheeks heat up at that, even more so when your man shot you a teasing wink before downing the shot of gin not long after.

Tom set his glass down and reached over to take another card. "What does your family think of me?" he asked with a clear of his throat.

"Well..." You slowly dragged your drink closer to you, Tom's mouth falling agape that you couldn't help but burst into a hearty laugh. "I'm kidding! You already know how much they love you," you said. "I mean, my parents call him 'son' so." You shrugged as you turned to the camera. Tom puffed out his chest all proud with a very smug smile on his lips. You rolled your eyes, sighing as you added, "They probably even love you more than they love me."

Tom chuckled, "My family loves you more than they love me, too—"

"I can vouch for that," Harry intervened.

"Thanks, Harry," Tom said sarcastically, flashing his brother a forced smile. Turning back to you, he finished, "So, I guess we're even."

You could only nod with a soft giggle, reaching over to the stack of cards to keep the pace going. "Lads! What's with these kinds of questio—you know what, I don't even expect any less from you guys," you sighed, pursing your lips as you re-read the question again before sitting straight up and looked into Tom's eyes. "What would you do if you caught me watching porn?" you asked.

"Watch it with you and help get it done, duh?" he answered without hesitation, leaning back on his chair as he crossed his arms over his chest. "Have done a couple times actually," Tom murmured, somewhat to himself, though not really since everyone in the room—and pretty sure the camera—heard it.

"Tom!" you hissed.

You felt your body tingle, legs instinctively closing together as the countless moments it happened replayed itself inside your brain. Although what he said wasn't false, it wasn't the full truth either. He didn't exactly catch you red handed, never did since you don't watch porn often.

All you did was asked him—merely out of curiosity—what type he mostly watches. Your question sparked an idea in his head which led to you sitting in between his legs, bare back against his naked chest as the laptop sat right in front of you both with the video of his choice.

Tom then made his way with you while you watched, making sure you never take your eyes off the couple on screen or else. He was always fully in control over you every time you do it, his fingers sometimes delicate, mostly rough, touch hot and heavy all over your skin, lips warm on your neck, teeth sharp against your bare shoulder as he brings you to the edge over and over and over with nothing but his hands. And once the video ends, Tom will take it upon himself to re-enact the whole of it with you—if you could still take it of course—bringing what was on screen to real life, full recreation from start to finish.

Best believed you're properly blissed out at the stop of every play.

Your boyfriend's eyes widened once he realized the actual volume of his voice, face turning a deep shade of red, sitting straight abruptly as he rushed, "No! Wait—dammit." Tom casted his eyes down shyly when the boys let out exaggerated gasps and sounds of disapproval, a telltale sign that they already heard it. "I'm sorry, darling." He met your gaze again as he shot you a sheepish smile, his head tilted to the side guiltily to which you only responded with a shake of your head.

Typical Thomas.

"Bleurgh, too much info," Harrison gagged, the other boys following suit with their own sounds of repulsion.

"Oh fuck off you divs. You guys wrote the questions so obviously, you wanted to find out," Tom countered, shooting the lads a glare each.

"We didn't expect you to actually answer it!" Harry defended.

"We're cutting that whole part out, no way that's going up online," you grumbled, eyes staring at nothing but your drink as you tried to hide the obvious embarrassment that's coated your features.

Tom reached across the table to give your hand a squeeze, you meeting his gaze to see him mouth a gentle 'I'm sorry.' You flashed him a sweet smile, squeezing his hand in return to tell him that it was alright. It wasn't live so there wasn't any real harm done, aside from future jokes from the boys. That you can deal with than having that confidential information on the internet which will then follow you around for the rest of eternity.

Letting go of your hand, Tom sat straighter and turned to the camera. "If you guys are wondering why there's a jump cut and my face is suddenly so red, it's because I spilled something I shouldn't have that we had to cut it out. And no, it's something you'll never find out," he chuckled shyly, knowing that once the video goes out, fans are going to be so annoyed and will pester him—and everyone in the room—nonstop to try and find out what was cut.

Better that, than embarrassing you in front of millions though, so he'll deal with them no problem. Because as promised, if you weren't comfortable with it staying in the video, then it gets cut out, no questions asked. You and what you're comfortable with always come first in Tom's book.

"Yet again, thank God we didn't do this live," you muttered with a playful roll of your eyes.

Tom shot you one last apologetic smile before he cleared his throat, "Right, moving on." He shifted in his seat and took another card from the pile. "What's the one thing you'd change about me?" he asked.

"Your height," you answered without missing a beat. You chewed on your lip to suppress a grin but still failed miserably, especially when Tom looked at you with his jaw hanging and his eyes wide open.

A chorus of 'ooh's erupted from the boys which only prompted a laugh from you, the joyous sound growing louder when they started to rub it to Tom even more.

"Pfft, apply ice on the burnt area," Harry said as he blew out his cheeks.

"Mate, she's just bodied you with that," Tuwaine tutted at Tom, rising up from his seat soon after to offer you a high-five. You gladly obliged with a laugh, Tom gawking at you with utmost betrayal on his face.

"You're lucky you're very cute, especially when you laugh," Tom grumbled as he shot you a playful glare. The crinkles on the corner of your eyes deepened as you only smiled brightly at him with a tilt of your head, which honestly made you look even more endearing. He could never be mad at you, too whipped to hold a grudge no matter how much you tease him. And besides, that's all there is to it, nothing but teasing jokes and banter.

"If I were you, Tom, I'd start taking those growth pills before she starts to question why she's even with you," Harrison proposed jokingly which earned boisterous laughter from the rest of the gang.

"You lot are so fucking overdramatic. I'm not that short," Tom quipped with a roll of his eyes, gaze landing back on you with his famous pout now in play yet again. "And babe, it's a truth or drink video, not a roast me video," he stated, palms flat on cool marble as he looked at you with puppy-dog eyes.

"I'm joking! I'm joking," you rushed with a giggle. "I wouldn't change a single thing. You know I love you, just the way you are," you sang the last line, though your voice held nothing but sincerity as you reached over to give his hand a loving squeeze. Tom nodded with a sigh, though never did he doubt your words, knowing it deep in his bones that physical traits would never outweigh how much you love him, no matter what.

"Right, let's keep this going," you said as you took another card. "Who is smarter, me or you?" you asked.

"Me," Tom said proudly.

"Well, that's a lie," you objected.

Tom couldn't help but laugh at that, nodding at you as he chuckled, "It's you, obviously. Have you seen the last video?"

"Hmm, I don't know, I think Tom's smarter. I mean, you decided to date him, Y/N, which isn't exactly the brightest decision," Harry inferred, earning a loud gasp from his older brother.

"Excellent point," you agreed, your boyfriend's head whipping towards your direction with nothing but absolute offense written on his face.

"Babe! You're supposed to be on my side!" Tom exclaimed. "Why are we roasting me all of a sudden?" he complained.

"You're just too fun to pick on," you laughed, Tom's bottom lip jutting out at your words. "Especially when you do that, too cute," you pointed out, the apples of Tom's cheek turning pink as a smile grew on his lips at the compliment. "But I am smarter," you concluded, shooting the camera a wink.

"Will not refute," Tom chuckled, keeping the flow of the game as he took another card. "If you weren't with me, who of my brothers would you consider dating?" he said, voice pitching higher at the last few words. A look of downright disgust covered Tom's face immediately as he looked at the boys behind the camera who were snickering like the mischievous little shits that they are. "You lot are grim."

You matched Tom's expression, scrunching your nose as you shook your head quickly. Having been with Tom long enough, you now see the three of the Holland boys as your own brothers, so the mere thought of dating any of them is just—

"I'm not even going to think about it," you grumbled as you took a sip of your cocktail and then picked a card right away. "Who's the celebrity who you were the most disappointed with when you met them?" you continued swiftly, a smile on your lips as you looked at Tom who let out a sigh.

"You know I can't answer that," he stated in a matter-of-fact tone, your smile growing wider as you picked up the bottle of gin and refilled his glass. "Thank you, darling," he chuckled with a shake of his head, taking a drink right after.

"Is there anyone in my friend group, famous or not, that you do not like?" Tom continued with a raise of his brow, gaze steady on you.

You emptied your glass—that was still half full—without a single word and placed it back down with a small burp. "Oh, excuse me," you cleared your throat with a laugh.

Tom's brows furrowed at you in mere curiosity, gesturing for your glass so he can remake you another drink. You slid it over to him with a soft 'thank you' and a sweet smile. He started opening up the bottle of juice though his eyes were still on you, narrowed in pure skepticism.

"Who?"

"Not part of the question, Tom," you said, flashing him an innocent smile

"I know who it is," Harry coughed fakely.

"Me too," Tuwaine added with a fake cough of his own.

"It's Harrison because he's trying to take you away from me," you commented, laughing at how the blonde lad gasped in utter protest.

"That's a lie because I know who it is too," Harrison defended.

"So, everyone knows except me?" Tom mused, rolling his eyes in the process.

"What else is new?" you giggled with a shrugged, Tom only sighing as he shot you yet another pout. This boy never ceases to use it since he knows you always swoon whenever he does. 'I'll tell you later,' you mouthed, making him nod with a proud smile.

You gently leaned back on your seat, closing your eyes when you felt a little woozy. You took in slow, deep breaths, the marble cold against your palms as your body started to grow warmer from head to toe.

Maybe downing that drink wasn't the best idea.

"You okay, darling?" Tom asked sweetly, tilting his head at you in worry as he went to take your hand in his. His brows knitted together when your skin felt unusually warm in his palms.

"Yeah," you giggled, opening your eyes to meet his concern-filled brown ones, flashing him a reassuring smile and a nod to match as you gave his hand a squeeze. "Just the alcohol slowly kicking in."

"Want to take a minute, sweetheart?"

"No, I'm good. Go on and ask the question bubba," you prompted as you beamed at him, Tom's heart melting at the beautiful curve on your features and more by the sound of that sweet nickname. Although, he knew that you'd reached your calm before the storm.

You're always smiley and extra sweet when you start to get a little tipsy. But from here on out, especially if you decide to take even more alcohol, you start switching from calm to giddily energetic. That's when the words would start flowing out your lips before your brain could even register what you've just said.

Tom replaced your hand with a white card once he was sure you were fine. A cheeky grin erupted on his face as he asked, "What's your favourite sex position?"

You pursed your lips, eyes landing on the ceiling, fingers drumming on the marble surface of the table as you pondered on it for a second. Tom watched you intently, a soft chuckle escaping him when you met his gaze again with a sweet yet shy smile.

"I've got three though," you said, mostly to him but in a not-so-hush tone. Your mind and your mouth don't cooperate sometimes when there's alcohol in the mix.

"Different one for a different mood," Tom hummed with a smirk, finishing up your drink with a squeeze of lime, mixing it up before sliding it back towards you. "Just say one or take a drink, darling."

"I need to slow down with drinking or else I'll be saying much worse things. I can already feel my filter shutting down," you breathed out, tilting your head to the side as you gazed at Tom for a bit of help. "But do I really want this out in the world?"

"Oh, go on Y/N, live a little," Harrison prodded with nothing but utter mischief in his eyes.

You don't know why but somehow, Harrison words were the last straw for that burst of confidence to suddenly overflow. Boldness coated your every nerve as you squeezed your eyes shut and straight up blurted,

"Doggy."

Tom's eyes grew wide, both of his brows rising as he looked at you surprised. Yes, doggy was one of your—and his—favourites, he already knew that, what surprised him was you actually saying it out loud. Although he was swift to turn cocky as he leaned back on his seat, arms crossed over his chest while he kept his gaze steady on you.

As you peaked one eye, you saw that certain smirk of his now playing on his pink lips, one you only ever see privately. You felt your face heat up at that, added from the alcohol and embarrassment. The warmth was quick to spread to the rest of your body though, with the way he was looking at you, it was so hard for it not too. And as your eyes fully soaked him in, gaze traveling from his handsome face sporting that teasing smirk to his bulging biceps, the temperature could only rise. Your senses was now somewhat heightened that you were able to notice every single thing that made your man so fucking attractive and downright hot.

Since when did his hoodie grow even tighter? And damn, why is it so hot all of a sudden? It's probably the alcohol, or mainly just Tom, or simply both.

"Favourite type of porn!" you hear someone from the gang call out—probably Harrison since he's been causing trouble from the very start—interrupting your thoughts. With the alcohol in your system, just as expected, your brain genuinely forgot to take control of your tongue before you could even tell yourself: 'don't!'

"Sometimes hardcore," you let out, slapping your hand over your mouth immediately as your eyes grew wide. You quickly met Tom's eyes, his brown orbs glowing with shock, amusement and a sprinkle of lust. He gave you a soft nod with a soft smile in response, confirming that yes, you said it out loud, and yes it was already too late. "Oh no, this was what I meant when I needed to slow down on alcohol," you groaned, rubbing your hand over your warm face before looking back across your man with a pout.

"Aye! Hardcore doggy yeah?" Harrison cheered teasingly, moving towards Tom and giving his best friend a pat on the shoulder. Tom threw his head back with a laugh, face red but the look of utmost pride was also there. Harrison swiftly offered his fist to Tom, to which the brunette gladly indulged, their knuckles colliding as chuckles escaped the two mates.

You let out a choked laugh as your eyes widened in surprise, jaw going slack with your face heating up even more. "Did you guys just fist bump to that?"

"I mean." Tom shrugged, throwing his hands up with the smuggest grin, causing you to shake your head dejectedly with a groan. You shot Harrison a pointed glare when he went back to his seat, still snickering to his heart's content as if his master plan was in the works.

What a little shit.

"I'm definitely not going to let my parents watch this video," you mumbled with a roll of your eyes.

"I've got a question for Tom though," Tuwaine started, though the glimmer in his eyes told you it wasn't a clean one. "Do you grab it or do you smack it?"

Tom wheezed before erupting into a very rowdy laugh, hands slapping on his thigh as his body shook in nothing but pure enjoyment, his face red from a mixture of embarrassment, glee and the alcohol.

"Oh my—right! Next question!" you squeaked, not giving your boyfriend any time to answer as you attempted to swiftly move on.

"Wait, wait," Tom breathed out as he slowly calmed down, getting up from his seat as he went over to your side. "Harry stop recording for a sec," he called out to his younger brother before he gestured for you to turn until your back was facing the camera.

Tom crouched down in front of you, hands on your knees with a sweet, reassuring smile on his lips. "We'll edit out the parts you're not comfortable with to stay in the vid, alright?" he stated softly.

You nodded with a smile of your own, taking his hand in yours as you played with his fingers. "I'm not opposed to keeping the last two questions since everyone has their favourite position and type of porn. It's normal," you hummed, tilting your head at him as you added, "You saying you've helped me with, you know, that was much more private though, 'cause it's our thing."

"I know, I'm sorry, love," Tom apologized, voice soft but coated with sincerity as his hand went up to cup your face lovingly, brown eyes gazing up into yours with just the same emotions. "We're cutting that part out, I promise."

"But you think your fans would take these questions well?" you queried, leaning into his touch in a way that made Tom's heart do flips inside his chest.

He nodded. "Yeah, I think it's fine. The video is going to be age restricted anyway. And besides, we're both adults, so there's nothing wrong with it," he explained. You hummed in agreement, leaning your head on his hand as you closed your eyes with a soft sigh, your skin very warm against his palm. Tom moved closer to give your lips a sweet peck. "Want some water angel?"

"No, I'm good." You smiled, Tom nodding as he mirrored your grin, giving your lips another kiss before he stood back to his full height and then sat back on his seat.

Shooting Harry the go signal to start recording again, Tom chuckled, "Sorry, needed to cool down for a sec after that." He turned towards the camera, tugging at the collar of his hoodie as he blew out his cheeks to get a point across.

You could only roll your eyes at your man, his laugh growing louder at your reaction. Swiftly taking a card from the pile, you continued with the game. "Is this going to be the theme from here on out, lads?" you asked, eyeing the boys behind the camera suspiciously before you turned back to Tom. "Is there something in the bedroom you'd like to try that you haven't told me?"

Tom's cheeks turned even redder at the question, completely shying away now as his hand went to rub at his shoulder. "I can't think of one right now," he muttered as he looked at you sheepishly. "But no, I'm not answering that since we talk about that off camera anyway," Tom settled with a timid chuckle, refilling his glass and taking a drink of the gin soon after.

"Your turn," you giggled, pushing the pile towards him.

"Oh, okay. What a way to shift the topic," Tom breathed out, scanning the card one more time as he sat up straighter. "If I was in a coma how long would you wait for me?" he asked, meeting your gaze with a tender smile.

"I'll keep waiting for you until you wake up, no matter how long," you answered, without even a single inch of doubt, despite the slight shake in your voice as your eyes started to well up. "Never giving up on you."

"Darling," Tom cooed softly with a pout, the screeching sound of his chair echoing around the space as he pushed his seat back. He went back over to your side quickly, remaining on his feet as he leaned down to engulf you in a tight and warm embrace, swaying you side to side in the most comforting way as he whispered sweet nothings against your hair.

You buried your face in his chest with a shaky breath, the material of his hoodie soft against your cheek. You willed your brain not to think much of it, to not dwell on that thought and focus more on the Tom's warmth that's coated you right now. Or else you'll end up a bawling mess, and with the alcohol in your system, it's not a good idea to start crying now.

Your man pulled away gently with a charming smile, cupping your face with both hands as he towered over your seated form. "I'd do the exact same, just so you know," he hummed, brown eyes locked with yours, his thumbs caressing your cheeks fondly before he dipped his head to capture your lips in a loving kiss. You let out a sweet sigh as you melt at the feeling of his soft lips on yours, mind and heart at ease at familiar warmth. The gesture wasn't fully caught on camera though given that you were turned at the opposite direction.

"I love you," you hummed against his lips.

Tom chuckled sweetly, giving you a few more pecks on the lips before pulling away completely, staring right into your eyes as he whispered, "And I love you."

With that he went back to his seat again, flashing you one of his many charming grins before he turned to the group behind the camera.

"You lot are onto something I can tell," Tom said as he raised a brow at the lads who suspiciously grew quiet, looking everywhere in the room but at you two.

Not thinking much of it, you swiftly took another card and read the question. "What would you do if you suddenly get a call that I was gone?" you trailed off at the end of your sentence, brows knitting together as you turned to the group behind the camera. "Guys, this is a cruel question."

"Oh," Tom faltered, smile slowly slipping away from his face as he casted his eyes at his drink.

"Tom, you don't have to answer it," you called out softly, frown deep on your lips as you reached over to take both his hands in yours. But it was already too late when he squeezed your hand tightly, lifting his head back up to meet your gaze and you felt your heart ache. That's when you saw that his mind was already there, brown orbs glossed up as he let out a shaky breath.

"I'd literally shut down," he croaked. "I-I don't know what'd I do if that happens. I just can't imagine my life without you. I—" he stopped, head dropping as his voice broke.

"Oh Tom, come here," you cooed as you immediately got out of your seat and rounded the table, turning him around and away from shot for a bit of privacy. You squatted in between his legs that were spread apart to be much closer to him, gently cupping his face with both your hands so that you were now within eye level. "Hey, look at me," you whispered when you were met by eyes that were screwed shut.

With a deep intake of breath, Tom willed his eyes to open. He looked at you with a small smile playing on his lips, heart steadying at the sight of your beautiful orbs boring into his own. He leaned forward to close the distance between you two, just so he could feel your lips on his. Tom badly needed to. A soft satisfied sigh erupted out your chest as your hand took home on his warm cheek.

"I'm still here bubba. I'm not going anywhere," you hummed against his lips before giving him warm kisses all over his face that made him stifle out a small laugh. You pulled away a little with a loving smile, wiping away the few tears that sat on his skin with your thumb, your touch gentle and warm.

"I love you so much, you know that?" Tom whispered as he looked at you fondly, nudging the tip of his nose with yours in a wholesome manner.

"I love you too, you sweet, soft boy," you giggled, placing a sweet peck on his lips before pulling him in for a hug. You lifted your head up to shoot each of the boys a sharp glare, the three cowering away in their seats as they each said their soft apologies.

Pulling away with a smile, you cupped Tom's face with a hum, "Better?"

"Loads," Tom sighed with a sweet smile, leaning in for one last peck before he lets you go back to your seat. "You purposely put that in there to make me cry didn't you?" Tom spoke, narrowing his eyes at boys who only shrugged in feign innocence. "You lot are evil I tell you."

"Now let's get back on a lighter note!" you exclaimed, pushing the cards towards Tom since it was his turn to ask.

Tom pursed his lips as his brows furrowed at the question. "If you could sleep with any person in the world, who would it be?" he wondered, eyes locking with yours in warning. "Now, careful with your answer, love," he hummed.

"Is that a threat Holland?" you challenged with a raise of your brow.

"I'm just saying, I may already know or will meet this person in the futur—"

"Chris Hemsworth," you blurted, Tom's mouth falling open as he gawked at you in shock. "I'm kidding," you rushed with a hearty laugh.

"Are you though?" Tom doubted, squinting at you suspiciously.

You bit your bottom lip as you held his gaze, Tom letting out a loud gasp when you suddenly took a drink all while maintaining eye contact with him.

"I'm going to have a word with you later missy," he grumbled, voice suddenly an octave deeper, somewhat a soft growl, one that you felt down to your core.

You shifted in your seat with a clear of your throat, shooting him an innocent smile as you said, "To be fair, you did say—publicly may I add—that you'd sleep with Hemsworth too when you did fuck, marry and kill with the three Chrises so, roll the clip!"

Tom shook his head at you with a playful roll of his eyes. "Touché," he sighed, brows furrowed in confusion when you suddenly covered your mouth.

"Oops, I just realized I said the F-word, sorry Harry," you said meekly, a certain smile on your lips which guaranteed that you were now dancing onto drunken territory. Tom knows you like the back of his hand, if the way you were smiling wasn't enough then, the simple look in your eyes would let him know that the alcohol has fully hit you this time.

"It's alright. One bleep word is nothing compared to last week's video. And it's not like this video has been clean anyway," the young twin chuckled.

"So, Fuck Hemsworth, who are you marrying and who are you killing?" Tuwaine asked.

"Marry Evans, Kill Pratt," you answered promptly.

Tom leaned back on his seat as he crossed his arms over his chest, running his tongue over his teeth slowly all while staring you down. "That's a quick answer Y/N," he hummed, shooting you a teasing glare.

"Oh please, yours was quick too, Thomas," you retorted, crossing your arms over your chest as you mirrored him, never backing down from his stare even though it was making you feel certain things.

"Wait, if you're marrying Evans and killing Pratt, and I'm marrying Pratt and killing Evans, does that mean we're set out to kill each other's husband?" Tom started as he leaned forward and towards the table.

"So, if you were successful in killing Evans, and I was successful in killing Pratt, that means we're both widowed," you continued, laying your hands now flat on the marble surface.

"Meaning there's still a chance that we will still end up together. Meant to be if you ask me," Tom concluded, lifting up a hand.

You moved forward to give him a high-five, missing his hand by a lot which made you let out a loud, hearty laugh, Tom following suit with laughs of his own.

"What are you two on?" Harrison said with a crinkle of his nose.

"Alcohol," you and Tom answered at the same time. Both of your mouths turned into the shape of O's as you looked at each other properly delighted.

"Jinx!" both of you exclaimed in unison. "Jinx again!"

"Our mental synchronization; can have but one explanation," you and Tom sang in harmony, never breaking your gaze as you both smiled proudly.

"You—"

"And I—"

"Were—"

"Just—"

"Meant to be!" You two ended with fits of laughter, raising your hands to go for another high five. You missed Tom's hand again which only made you wheeze, tears of joy brimming in yours and his eyes as you tried for the second time, both of you cheering loudly when it finally landed.

"Cringe, really made for each other," Harry gagged teasingly with a grimace to match.

And then Harrison intervened. "How about fuck, marry, kill, Tom Hiddleston, Tom Felton and," he paused, grin turning wider like a Cheshire cat as he wiggled his eyebrows at you. "Tom Holland?"

"That's not part of the game," you protested with a pout.

"Answer the question, darling," Tom encouraged, looking at you expectantly.

"I'm taking a shot," you muttered, going for your drink but before you could even do so, Tom had already taken it far away from your reach. "Hey!" you whined.

Tom chuckled softly as he shook his head no. "You said it's not part of the game so no, you have to answer," he said. "And that's enough alcohol for you, my love," he cooed, tilting his head at you knowingly with a sweet smile. If Tom will let you continue with the drinking then you'll surely be complaining nonstop about the throbbing headache you'll get and the constant nausea after all this.

You sat back on your chair with your bottom lip jutted out, arms crossed over your chest to match, much like a child as you started to think about your answer. Although the process took way longer than you'd expect it to be and the boys were quick to notice.

"Uh oh, she's having a hard time," Harry teased when a few long seconds has gone by and you still haven't given an answer.

"I don't know how I feel about the hesitation here," Tom admitted as he looked at you curiously, brows furrowing with a chuckle when you were still deep in thought after a few seconds more.

"She genuinely is having a hard time," Tuwaine laughed.

"This is so unfair," you grumbled dejectedly as you looked at your man with a sweet, adorable pout, silently asking for help.

"What'd you do with me first to make things easier," Tom offered with a chuckle.

As if there was a hidden message to his words—there wasn't—your face suddenly lit up, slapping your palms on the table excitedly as you sat straighter. "You know what, kill the other two and I'll fuck and marry you," you declared heartily, eyes locked securely with Tom's with the proudest grin playing on your lips.

Tom's heart did somersaults at the mere fact of you wanting to marry him, grin wide and bright as he stared into your orbs, utmost love glowing in yours that was wholesomely mirrored by his brown ones.

It wasn't long until Tom felt his blood rush down though, heat dancing on his skin as his brain got occupied with the thought of you fucking him too. Certain memories flooded his mind, one after the other that it was getting harder for him to stay calm in his seat.

You are honestly giving him a whiplash with how you make him feel one emotion to another in a span of seconds, though Tom wasn't at all complaining.

"That's not how the game works!" Harrison exclaimed.

"I'm pretty happy with that answer," Tom shrugged with a wide, cocky grin, eyes never leaving yours as he raised a brow at you suggestively. You held his gaze with a tilt of your head, bottom lip caught between your teeth to try and stop your smile from growing.

The interaction didn't go unnoticed by Harry though. "Okay, stop eye-fucking each other you horny teenagers," the younger brother complained.

Tom laughed at that, shifting in his seat as he turned towards the camera. "On that note, we're ending the video there. This has been Tom Holland," he paused, giving you a nod as a cue.

"And Mrs. Holland," you blurted at the camera with a smile, eyes widening once you realised the choice of words you've just used. "Oh wait! No! Fuc—I don't mean no as in 'no,' I meant not yet," you fumbled. "We're not even engaged yet! Don't start with the headlines you." You pointed at the camera in warning.

He shook his head with a chuckle, red tinting his cheeks but pure admiration glowed in his eyes. "You own my fucking heart, you know that? You make me melt all the damn time," Tom gushed through gritted teeth, and it was taking a whole lot of his self-control to not jump over the table and just kiss you senseless. You felt your heart grow at his words but you could only bury your face in your hands with a groan of pure embarrassment. "She's drunk, my apologies," Tom added with a laugh as he turned towards the camera.

"Tipsy, there's a difference," you corrected as you shot him a glare.

Tom chuckled, smiling at you widely before turning back to the lens. "Anyway, see you on the next one and peace!" he finished with the sign and then a salute, Harry throwing out an upturned thumb to signal cut.

Once he saw that the camera was off, Tom was out of his seat in record speed, moving over to your now standing form as he swiftly wrapped both his arms around your waist and crashed his lips onto yours with a low groan. His arms tightened around you as he relished the feeling of finally having you so close.

You giggled against the kiss, resting your arms over his shoulders as you leaned back on the table to keep your balance, your bum half-rested on the marble while your foot stayed steady on the floor, legs apart so that Tom can situate himself between them easily.

"So, fuck and marry me huh?" Tom hummed deeply against your mouth, playfully nibbling at your bottom lip before pulling away so he can see your gorgeous face fully.

"Out of all the things I've said, that's what stuck with you?" you giggled with a shake of your head.

"I mean, you fucking me will never fail to sound very hot, reminds me of the few times you did." Tom wriggled his brows at you suggestively, hands giving your waist as teasing squeeze. "Though I don't know which one's hotter, that or you marrying me," he said with the proudest smirk.

"Will you two take this somewhere else?" Harry complained, always the last one to be left in the room given that he's mostly in-charge with taking care of the camera. Harrison and Tuwaine were already gone, continuing whatever they had to do that day.

"Don't think that would make a difference though," Tom chuckled smugly, looking back at you with a knowing grin.

"Which reminds me how we need to sound proof the fucking walls you nasty rabbits."

"I was kidding. We're not that loud fuck off," Tom remarked, rolling his eyes at his brother.

And to prove how wrong Tom's point was, Harrison suddenly started moaning so piercingly right in the next room, his voice a bit muffled but you can still hear him, loud and obnoxious.

"Fuck! Love! Fuck yes! Just like that, darling! Shit baby I'm gonna—"

"Fuck off Harrison you fucking twat!" Tom yelled at the top of his lungs, the blonde lad's boisterous and annoying laugh echoing soon after.

Tom turned crimson red as the embarrassment coated him from head to toe, head dropping for him to hide his face on the crook of your neck with a groan. You let out a soft giggle, hand landing on the back of his head as you ran your fingers through his hair comfortingly. Your face was warm as you were embarrassed just the same, although there was more of a sense of pride on your behalf because yes, Tom does get a bit loud sometimes, all courtesy to you.

It wasn't always of course, both of you aren't evil enough to torture the lads that much. Aside from the fact that Tom is rarely even home—meaning you don't do the deed that much in this house—the two of you had made a pact to make sure that you're completely alone before properly going at it. Admittedly, it does get a bit hard to keep the noise down sometimes, so the boys have to endure it every now and then. They do get back at you guys soon after as they are quick to be little shits with the teasing and dirty jokes, much like now.

"Maybe we do need to soundproof our walls," you teased once your man pulled away to look at you with a soft sigh, hands running up and down your waist sweetly.

"Or we could finally look for our own place to move in?" Tom proposed with a charming smile, your heart melting at the sight and skipping a beat at his words.

Granted, you've been with Tom for a fair three and a half years already, but neither of you had gone to take that step of actually living fully on your own where it's just no one but him and you in your own home. You've been living in this house for roughly the same time—maybe a year or two less—and you've got no problem living with the lads, you consider them as your brothers now. But you won't deny that having a place exclusively for you and Tom only would be pure bliss.

Of course you've talked about getting your own place and neither of you were opposed to it. It all just came down to Tom being constantly busy and barely even home. You'd rather live with the boys for the mean time than sulk all alone in a house while slowly being buried in the emotions of missing your boyfriend.

Tom also wanted to be there for the most of it—choosing and buying furniture, decorating a thing or two, moving, the likes—but with his schedule, it was hard to find the perfect time.

But now he's promised you that he'd slow down for a bit.

He genuinely hasn't done anything but work nonstop. It was just projects upon projects with only so little breaks in between, a month if he's lucky. Tom is one hardworking man, that's one of the many things you love about him, but he sometimes doesn't realize when he's pushing himself too far.

That's when you step in.

You'd encouraged him to take a breather, even if it's just for half a year or so but you never did pester him about it constantly as you weren't one to take him away from doing what he loves. Unless it gets way out of hand, then that's when you'll be putting your foot down. You know he'll do it whenever he's ready to slow down and now with most of his projects wrapped, he's finally decided that it was the right time to take that much needed break.

"I love the sound of that," you giggled, treading your fingers through his hair before tracing it down his chiseled jaw. "Not as much as I love the sound of you moaning though," you hummed teasingly.

"Well then, let's find our own place so you can hear me moan all for you and as loud as you want, darling," Tom purred lowly, his bottom lip caught between his teeth as his darkened orbs bored into yours, his hands sliding down to rest on the swell of your bum. He fondled the flesh hotly as he started to lean closer to capture your lips. But before Tom could even do so a loud voice made you both jump away from each other.

"For fuck's sake guys! I'm still fucking here!" Harry yelled, throwing both his hands in the air in downright annoyance and disgust as he screwed his eyes shut. "Go to your fucking room for the love of my sanity!"

You didn't even get a chance to apologise to the young lad as Tom swiftly grabbed your hand and rushed to your shared bedroom.

Nothing happened though apart from a couple minutes of making out, Tom deciding not to take it further given that you were all tipsy and intoxicated. Him deciding since you were persistent on saying you were fine even though you were giggling nonstop, easily tickled no matter how feather-like his kisses were. Not to mention how you could barely even keep your eyes open. So, both of you ended up taking a warm bath and then a nap right after that, instead.

Although the minute you sobered up, Tom made sure you weren't at all quiet this time around. It was due to the pent up tension that's been building since that somewhat steamy Q&A. And maybe, just maybe to get back at the boys a teeny bit for being little shits with both the teasing jokes and the dirty questions.

The two of you went out of your bedroom only at dinner time, stepping foot in the dining area where Harry, Tuwaine and Harrison were all situated. You felt the embarrassment coat every inch of your body when you took sight of the boys, more specifically, their expressions. Tom, on the other hand, had the cockiest smirk playing on his lips as he held his head high, tauntingly chuckling at his mates.

The three lads were sitting around the table with nothing but grimaces and downright disgust on their faces as they all grumbled in unison,

"Rabbits."

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Your Drunk! Kakashi x drunk Reader

Pairing: Kakashi x reader

SUGGESTIVE FLUFFINESS- if thats even-

Warning: a little suggestiveness and a small smooch 8) oh and the reader gets drunk.

You decide to join in on a celebration of a recent victory at a bar, with a good amount of people. most of them were Sensei’s like Kakashi or just close friends You didn’t know why you came, you didn’t want to decline the invitation. but it wasn’t really your scene

you were relieved that Kakashi came, one of the few people you knew at the party. you and Kakashi knew each other for some time and were close friends with each other.

you were about to get up to walk towards Kakashi but he gets occupied by Gai, “KAKASHI!! I CHALLENGE YOU TO DO SHOTS WITH ME, WHOEVER DRINKS THE MOST WINS!!” Gai says with determination

“Haha, sorry Gai I don’t don’t feel up to drinking that much right now, maybe another time,” Kakashi says in his usual calm demeanor reverting his attention back to his book

“KAKASHI don’t tell me you won’t accept my challenge!! ARE YOU INTIMIDATED THAT I MIGHT DRINK MORE THAN YOU!? HAHa!” Kakashi sighs “Oh yes..I am sooo afraid..” he says in his most monotone voice, eyes still stuck to his book

“Was that sarcASMM? I WILL CHALLENGE YOU AGAIN LATER KAKASHI! BE READY!!!!” Gai spins around and sees you “HAHAHA! Y/N! I challenge you to do SHOTS with me”

“shots?.. .like alcohol?” you say with hesitation

“don’t tell me you’ve never drank before!” Asuma chimes in

At this point, Kakashi has everted attention away from his book to observe the situation

“um no, I don’t think I’ve ever drank before” you say in your normal tone “is that strange or something?”

and then suddenly your on a stool with a line of shots in front of you and a bunch of tipsy people chanting “DRINK DRINK! DRINK DRINKK!!!”

you have never had alcohol before, though if this is the time to have some, it would sure be memorable. ‘why the heck not’ you think, ‘It wouldn’t hurt anything let's do it

you suddenly chug on one of the shot cups “BELGHHH that's DISGUSTING!!” you shout after ingesting the beverage

Everyone keeps chanting to drink so you chug another one to please them your cheeks start to flush a red tint “BlEGhh! ok OK, that's the laft none Im'n Drinkingg!”

the whole bar starts laughing as you look around confused “Whast evryone laughing ambout??” Even Kakashi gets a good chuckle at the situation

you fumble around talking and laughing hysterically, jeez who knew alcohol made you this social.. at this point, Kakashi is basically babysitting you for the whole party, you know preventing you from face planting numerous times.

its been at least an hour at this point, and few people have already left You were growing tired and Kakashi noticed you yawned at least ten times in the last two minutes

“Hey Y/n, You think you're ready to go? You sound tired” Kakashi asked “mmm, okay! as long as your with me..tehee,” you said giggly towards the end

Kakashi takes no notice of the flirty tone of your voice and escorts you out of the bar and you two start walking towards your home...

there's somewhat of an awkward silence walking to your home before you speak

“Kakashi ᶦ ʷᵃⁿᵗ ᵗᵒ ⁻⁻.:” you say, too quiet and slurred for him to understand. He leans in closer to hear what you said, “hm?” he says wanting you to repeat.

“I want to,” you say as you pull his mask down and suddenly kiss him, catching him off guard, the kiss lasts longer than it probably should’ve,

Kakashi finally snapping out of it and pulling away and quickly pulling his mask back up

“kiss you..” you say breathily after you two break apart

he’s utterly shocked to his core, staring at you in disbelief you stare back at him with a half-lidded drunken smile

he finally starts speaking..barely speaking in words stuttering. he finally finds composure and looks back at you with his closed eye smile, blushing like crazy under his mask.

“That's sweet y/n, but your drunk. you're not in the right state of min-“

“Did youu not llikke it?” you cut him off drunkenly, looking at him with sad eyes

He doesn’t know what to say he starts looking off to the side, he looks like he’s deep in thought

“We have to get you home, it's getting late.” he states before you can speak and starts walking away swiftly getting ahead by a fair amount

you follow, trying to catch up. “wait but didnnt say if yoou liked-“

“we’re almost a few blocks away” he quickly cuts you off

he’s walking REALLY fast you have to start jogging to catch up almost face planting you start to mutter “But you-“

“and we’re here.” he cuts you off once again Wow, you're already at your front door? jeez, that was quick...

you were panting and getting dizzy, almost falling in the process of going up the steps to your door. Kakashi behind you holding his hands out ready to catch you if you fell.

when you got up to your front door you look back at Kakashi, already starting to walk away

“waittt” you tug his sleeve stopping him in his tracks he turns around looking at you cautiously

“Can you stay Kakashi? I don’t feel very good” you slurred towards the end looking at him with doe eyes

He walks closer to you putting the back of his hand on your forehead “hm, you are hot” He states

( Hehe, thanks Kakashi (8,I am hot )

he starts contemplating before replying “fine I'll stay, only to make sure your okay”

“Yayy!!” you say happily

He walks in and gets your shower ready for you. he walks to the kitchen and reads his Icha Icha as you shower

15 minutes later

“I'm done!” you yell from your bedroom “Okay! come out and ill make some soup”

And so you did

he was squatting looking for a pot in the bottom shelf before standing up and locking eyes with BOOM

you, y/n in a SHEET a white thin SHEET

“Y/N!” he almost yells “PUT SOME CLOTHES ON!” “Kakashi~ what's wrong?” you say innocently

He starts frantically nudging you back into your bedroom while covering his eyes

he closes the door behind you, turns around, and starts trying to comprehend what he just saw, he is FLUSTERED. blushing from ear to ear...

when he finishes recovering for a minute he knocks asking if you're dressed “Yeah I am!” you say

He opens up the door “NO YOUR NOT!!”

“But you said to put something on, I did~!” you say while your obviously in your BRA and PANTIES sitting on the bed

He has his hand over his mouth staring over his shoulder in shock trying to gain his composure, he is so glad you can’t see him blushing underneath his mask right now.

he takes a breath “I'm going to get you some water okay? put something over yourself please”

you nod in reply

He walks out and closes the door behind him he gets the glass of water, still in his headspace

he opens the door and comes to your bedside placing the water on your nightstand.

he tucks you in very gently,

like this man should be a part-time mother or babysitter…Oh wait, he kinda already is for Naruto and Sasuke

he saw that your eyes were closed and he started to leave before he could walk away he feels his arm being tugged he looked back at you

“Kakashi~ please stay with me,” you say sleepily

“Sorry, I have to go” he replies

he feels himself being pulled towards you

you are really close to him now, you start nibbling and kissing his neck, it felt a little weird for you since he had his mask on

“Y/n, your drunk” he states a bit flustered trying to move your hands away

“No I’m not~~” you say sounding obviously drunk

you start to get frustrated at his mask

“mmph..stupid mask” you mutter starting to take off his mask inching it off his face, your other hand settling on his neck

he could smell the alcohol on your breath now

Right before you could take the mask off his face, he firmly moved you away from him... He looks serious now

“Y/n, If I want to continue to be a respectable man I can’t let you do this, it's hard to control myself when you're so close to me. you don’t know what your doing"

you look up at him a bit intimidated

He softens his tone “I'm going to go now alright? get some sleep”

He tucks you back in and gets up to leave

“I'm sorry Kakashi,” you say quietly before he walks out

He looks back at you before leaving out of the window “It's okay y/n” he gives you his sweet signature smile

you smile back and roll back over to sleep

then he finally takes his leave

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“hey Kakashi, I do anything weird when I was drunk last night?”

“hahaha nahhhhh nothing at all nope hhaah.....”

HOPE YOU LIKE THIS FIC 8)

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violetrainbow412-blog · 3 years

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Hey!! Idk if requests are open, but if they are may I request a Sirius fic where both reader and Sirius like each other but don’t know it so they date other people to get over their feelings. Both relationships are unhappy and after some time sirius and reader get alone together and in the heat of the moment they kiss. You can decide how it ends. Thank you I’m sorry if it’s too specific lol. I love your writing!!

Always you [S.B]

Word count: 4.8k

N/A: again I couldn't help but think of one of my favorite songs (Always you by Louis Tomlinson) and I even put some of the lyrics, an apology haha

I hope you like it, nonny! I don't know if it was really the idea you had but I imagined it that way

You felt his lips roughly running down your neck and his hands roaming all over your body, as if he was desperate to feel every part of you.

It was grotesque.

"Wait," you said disgusted. The guy in your house was a co-worker who had insisted on having a few drinks countless times and that day you had decided to give it a go. The guy was handsome, he had a good position and if it weren't for the fact that he looked like a complete animal while he kissed you, he might have convinced you to continue dating him.

But something was missing. As always.

"What's going on?" he asked in a drawl. It is obvious that he was drunk and that his only objective was to get into your pants. "Don't tell me that now you're going to regret it," he said, almost annoyed. Maybe it was just the alcohol.

“We are a little drunk. I… I want us to do this later, I want to be able to remember it” you replied, almost tenderly. Lie, it was all lies. You'd had one-night stands many, many times and enjoyed them, but this time you just didn't want to do it with an idiot like him.

He was drunk, he smelled bad and he had shit on his head. But at the end of the day, that was better than nothing to lessen the loneliness that inhabited your apartment.

"So there will be another date?" he asked almost hopefully. You felt guilty, but you nodded your head gently.

"While we can… eat something if you want," you muttered with a shrug.

"What if I eat you?" he asked with a smile that he claimed was seductive. But the truth is, he looked like he was about to shit.

He wanted to get closer to kiss your lips again but luckily you heard a screech at the window that forced you to spring up and get rid of the guy.

It was a beautiful owl, with bright white feathers.

"Hey, hello little friend," you said with relief. He snorted as he flopped down on the bed and you took the letter that the bird was carrying in its beak, which he almost kindly handed to you.

It came from Hogwarts College Of Witchcraft And Wizardry.

"Why is that bird around here?" the boy behind you asked, but you ignored him monumentally.

You were able to read all the signatures corresponding to the school authorities and then a message. It was an invitation to an alumni reunion, hosted by a select group of those same alumni. They had managed to communicate with McGonagall and she had agreed to call all the generation.

It would be organized in a Muggle compound that belonged to the school, for those who had begun to live in a world far from magic, including you.

"What is that, love?" he insisted, as he stumbled in your direction. Love, it sounded horrible coming from his lips.

"It's a letter, a reunion of alumni from my old school," you said softly. Did you think you had spent about... five years? Or would there be more?

You had gotten so far away from your friends, from the magical world, that you considered not going to that event. After all, nobody would notice your absence, right?

"I know that place!" He said. You hadn't even realized it when I had snatched the parchment paper from you. "But I've never heard of this school, or did they misspell "Harvard"?" he asked confused "Whatever, I can take you there in my car if you want" he murmured kindly. But your mind was already traveling to all the things you could find at that party, nostalgically remembering the years you studied in that beautiful castle.

"Sure, I’d love that" you lied without much interest, still deep in thought. Alcohol clouded your senses and made things seem like good ideas that you would never have done sober. That was why, to divert his attention from the letter and prevent him from asking any more Hogwarts-related questions, you pulled your friend by his tie until you both rolled onto the bed and stayed in it until dawn.

When he mentioned that he could drive you in his car, you didn't think he meant to accompany you to the party as well.

It had taken you a long time to decide whether to go or not to go, but in the end you thought that maybe you deserved it. You were under a lot of stress, you worked hard, and it was a long time since you enjoyed going out with friends, except for a day or two that you spent dating a man.

But those weren't things your heart really enjoyed.

It has been years since you really felt full or happy. The routine had you fed up and although you pretended to have a good time at work events when you got home it was very difficult to be this empty. At the end of the day, all the lights couldn't put out the dark.

"Come in" the man at the door said, snapping you out of your thoughts. It was not the first time that had happened since that owl had entered through your window, because your head seemed to like to walk through the memories instead of concentrating on the present.

You wiped your hands on the fabric of your pants, a little nervous, and entered the place. It was already full of people, who were laughing happily, but still no one you could recognize.

"Wow, they really know how to plan parties" argued the boy next to you, who you had already forgotten. A few sparks were floating over the place and a couple of other things that could evidence magical powers that you hadn't told him about. It was clear that for you it was not a 'big party' because you were used to celebrating at Hogwarts surrounded by all kinds of things, even the craziest things you could imagine. But out of respect for some students who had raised a family with Muggle people, they had decided to use the minimum of magic or things that were difficult to perceive. Like some enchanted electric blue drinks that you had once drank in your student years but now for everyone's safety you were going to avoid.

You watched a blond man happily dancing on the dance floor and then waving his hand at you. Xenophilius Lovegood wore a very colorful outfit that caught the eye of anyone around, just like when you were young. You smiled when you noticed that at least he hadn't changed one bit.

You went ahead to sneak into the crowd, intending to find someone you knew, until suddenly someone grabbed your arm to stop you. You thought it would be some bully looking to tease you or an idiot who was going to pretend to know you so that he could dance with you, but when you turned around you felt the air get stuck in your throat abruptly.

"Y/N?" the man asked, still not very convinced. He was afraid he had mistaken you for someone else, but you could still recognize him with all the changes he had made to his appearance.

"Sirius!" you answered almost in a scream. A smile appeared on your face so big that it hurt a little and without wasting time you threw yourself into his arms.

It was true that you had not thought about him for some time, but seeing him there and being able to feel his skin taking yours made the ghost that sometimes accompanied you become real and that the memories of your youth fell like a bucket of cold water on you.

You heard him laugh next to your ear and you felt him press you against him by the middle of your waist. He was slightly taller than before and definitely more muscular. He was no longer the skinny boy who liked to climb the Whomping Willow and whose wounds you then had to treat.

Sirius Black… How long have you stopped thinking about him?

There, in his arms, your mind traveled to one of the last memories you had next to him.

It was cold, the fire in the fireplace seemed not to be enough to warm you up after a small crying session. You were sitting with your knees hugged against you when you heard a hesitant step beside you and turned quickly, to find an embarrassed Sirius.

"I'm sorry, I didn't want to..."

"Sirius" you called him, wiping your tears with the sleeve of your sweater "What are you doing here?"

"I couldn't sleep," he confessed to you. What a coincidence that neither of you could sleep the last night you were at school. He was still standing shyly in front of you, but seeing you turn your gaze to the fireplace he walked up to you and took a seat on the sofa next to you.

"Logically, you can’t sleep if Mary is in your room," you said, with that mocking tone that you had rehearsed to perfection. Neither Sirius nor anyone else could realize the pain that lurked behind those words.

"Don't be silly, it's not that kind of insomnia" he replied, with the same amusement as you. You were silent for a moment and then he spoke again "I know why you are crying."

And in the dark you felt that you paled from the simple idea of imagining that he knew your motives. He couldn't know, of course, but you still got nervous.

"Yes?" you said in a whisper, with your head resting on your knee. You didn't want to look at Sirius because you'd break down in tears again.

"Yes," he exclaimed as he got out of his place and sat next to you. You still weren't watching him. "I heard what happened with Robert, I'm so sorry," he murmured and you felt his hip collide with yours. Robert was a guy from Ravenclaw who you started dating a few weeks ago, but the day before you had broken your fleeting relationship because you couldn't take it anymore.

"It’s okay, don't worry," you replied without interest, keeping your gaze on the flames that burned weakly on the stone floor. You felt his hand slide slowly around your waist, in a way that made you shiver, and then you collided with his side.

“You don't have to hold it back, if you want to cry for it that's fine. I know breakups hurt a lot,” he said against your hair, trying to cheer you up. But he did the opposite because as soon as you turned in his direction you burst into tears that stained his pajama shirt.

Sirius held you tenderly while tears ran from your cheeks, but not knowing that your reasons for it were not even remotely what he imagined. You weren't crying for your boyfriend of three weeks, it would have been idiotic to dedicate your tears to that, you were so sad for the boy who held you in his arms.

It was the last day that they would share and it hurt you that it was not you who was laughing in class with him, nor who was in his room that night, nor who was really next to him.

And of course it was worth crying for him, how could it not be worth it? If you had been in love with that boy for years. From his beautiful eyes, from his lips, from his laugh. Of all his qualities and all his flaws.

"Sirius" you called him with a sob, fearing that he had fallen asleep. It was obvious that he couldn't fall asleep to the sounds you were making, but you were still afraid of it.

"What is it, beautiful?" he asked softly. You loved when he called you that or any other cute nickname. As if he really felt them come from his lips with total sincerity.

But you didn't say anything else, fearing you would make an inappropriate confession that you had guarded suspiciously for years. Instead, you tangled your hands around his torso to the point of completely colliding with his chest and you were surprised when you felt his hands lift up from his waist until you were sitting on his lap, still hugging him.

Sirius also felt on the tip of his tongue those words that he longed to say to you, like one last chance after everything they had been through together. But, like you, he didn't utter a word either.

You stayed embraced, pressed one against the other and lost that opportunity that fate had served them on a silver platter.

And being there with him, holding each other in an identical way to that night, made it seem like not a single second had passed since that day.

"By Merlin, I barely recognized you," he said with joy, as he separated from you. His hands went up to your face and began to touch it gently, to make sure you were real.

"And what about you, Pads?" you joked as you brought your fingers to his padlock beard "Looks like you cut your hair and glued it to your face" you sneered cruelly, but he laughed.

"It's been a long time, darling"

"You call all the girls darling?"

"Only the pretty ones"

"What an honor then," you said rolling your eyes, but keeping your smile. It was invigorating to be able to tease him like that, it was a complete joy to be able to look at his face again.

"I thought I wouldn't see you around here, it was lucky I found you" he murmured sincerely. His hands were still resting somewhere on your body. "I craved one of those brightly colored liquors with a dubious origin, do you want to come?" he asked kindly and you nodded with a huge smile.

"So we can catch up on everything we've missed, right?" you said animatedly. You had forgotten to look for your old friends or anyone else because seeing him had been enough for the night to become something special that made you feel grateful for having decided to go.

You felt him take your hand firmly and then he pulled you in the direction of the bar, like a harbinger of the fantastic night you were sure you would have.

Not even five minutes passed when you were already being sought out by the guy who originally thought was your date. You had completely forgotten about him and needed to find a way to rid yourself of his presence, but you couldn't just send him home. With a little cleverness worthy of a Slytherin you had solved that problem and thus had several free hours to enjoy in the company of Sirius until you could not postpone the inevitable and he returned to look for you around the room.

"Shit..." you whispered, interrupting Sirius, as you desperately searched for your wand.

"What happens?" he asked concerned, as he thought that both of you were very entertained talking about you. Simultaneously with when you found your wand he found you and began to make his way through people to get to where you were.

You slyly raised your wand to point it at the man while muttering 'Confundus' and making the movement for the spell. Sirius's gaze followed your wand and met a blond man who squirmed in a shudder and then walked casually across the room to the food area.

"It seems you don't want someone to find us," he said raising an eyebrow and with a mocking tone. He was already drunk enough that the joking part of him came out without shame. You laughed as you put your wand back in your bag and breathed a sigh of relief when you saw that they were out of danger, but apparently the situation did not go unnoticed by the man in front of you “Can you accompany me outside? I need some air,” he said, raising his voice over the music that was being heard all over the place.

You nodded and, for the second time that night, he took you by the hand to start walking towards the exit to a small garden. When you were young it was very common to see you like this in the corridors, because the excuse that Sirius used was that you were very silly and you could get lost if he did not take you that way. It always seemed to you something of the most beautiful and apparently the custom had stayed with him.

When you left you felt the sudden change in temperature that made you shiver and Sirius noticed that, so he took off his suit jacket to place it on your shoulders.

"What a gentleman," you said with a smile as you put your hands in the sleeves of his blazer. He smelled a bit like old clothes, like his wet clothes, but you thought that was Sirius's trademark smell. When you were young you knew it because the main smell of your amortentia was that and you had no doubt that this was how he smelled.

"My best to you, lady," he murmured with a mocking bow. He leaned a little more against you to the point where his faces were in a very compromising position. You held your breath when you found his eyes so close to yours, but a second later it was back to his original position.

You realized that in that approach he had taken something from the inner pocket of his blazer and you let out an exhalation of disbelief.

"Are you still smoking that crap?" you asked, watching the man bring the cigarette to his mouth and reach for a lighter in his back pocket.

"In my defense..." he said, still waving his cigar as he spoke "you weren't there to scold me every time I smoked so I ended up getting into the habit" he apologized, but you rolled your eyes and walked to the edge of the place, resting your arms on a balcony that had a view of the city.

"What an idiot" you replied, not knowing what else to say to him. Sirius laughed with satisfaction and took a drag, while he mimicked your position. It was nice to have his company in such a peaceful place, away from all the yelling and alcohol you were so used to.

"That boy" he began to say, while you kept your gaze on the horizon. It was night and the stars were already adorning the sky "Is he your boyfriend?"

"The one who was looking for me?" you asked with a frown and he shook his head yes "He's an asshole from work, his name is Andy or Arnold or something that starts with A. I don't remember," you said sincerely, making him laugh.

"But is he your boyfriend?"

"I wouldn't call him that" you continued. You took a deep breath and then let it out loud “I haven't had something serious in a long time, I don't know if you understand me. I'm with someone for a while, then I end up getting bored or they with me and then I seek comfort in the arms of another unfortunate person who is unlucky enough to know me” you made fun of yourself. But it wasn't funny, deep down it hurt you that things were like this "I hope you don't judge me"

"Why should I do that?" he asked almost immediately "I mean ... it's your life and I haven't been in it for a long time so I have no right to say anything" he murmured, with a smile. Sometimes he could be a fool, but Sirius never lost that respect for other people's lives. "Besides, I don't blame you, I haven't done anything well in love either," he said with a grimace of bitterness.

"Since when?" you asked curiously.

"Hmm, let me think about it a bit ..." he murmured, while he pretended to reflect. "since school"

"Are you kidding me!" you said pointing a finger at him accusingly "You had a new girlfriend every week and all the girls at school went crazy for you"

"And who said that is to have love stability?" he asked, with the same mocking tone "I've never had something that really makes me happy, I think even you could realize that" he murmured. His confession left you cold because you always imagined that Sirius had enjoyed his years at Hogwarts more than anyone, much more his love life during that period.

You were silent for a few minutes when he didn't speak either. You thought about so many times when you had been silent and so many silences that it was perfect opportunities to confess your feelings, all those moments that had slipped from your hands like sea water until they were reunited with the rest.

You were an adult, damn it, those fears were for teenagers in love.

But even though you were no longer a teenager, your love for him had not diminished a single gram. And that was what kept you dreading.

"There was a time..." you started to say. Fuck it, you weren't going to stay like this your whole life. Because if not now... Then when? "I was very in love with you," you said, jokingly, with a smile.

Sirius paled and started coughing up the smoke from his cigar, which you found most amusing. You thought that you could blurt out the whole thing as a joke and your friendship could remain the same. After all, you could justify yourself by saying that it was only a childish love.

"What you what?" he asked in a shrill voice, once he managed to collect himself.

"Don't get excited either, that was a long time ago" you said with a smile. Contrary to what you thought it felt good to be able to get it out. "I think from the beginning I liked the boy with long hair and silly jokes with whom I sat in class, it was only a matter of time before puberty did its thing and I ended up falling in love" you began to tell him "You were very funny and kind with me, I remember it well. I loved hearing you laugh, seeing you running through the corridors and then dragging me along with you” you smiled wistfully, still not daring to look at him. "And of course you were very handsome, who could deny it" you continued. You took your wand, which was still very accessible inside your bag, and with one movement you removed all the facial hair that Sirius had just to see a bit of the ghost of your past. You heard him complain and now if you looked at him, knowing that his expression could only be angry and there would be nothing that could reveal his reaction to the confession of your feelings "This way you look much better" you teased, but he looked at you with disbelief.

"Did you really do that?"

"It will grow, calm down" you murmured with a smile. It was easier to say things like that, with a bit of humor “Anyway, I think when we got to the fifth year I was convinced that we were just friends. And I stopped trying,” you informed him, shrugging slightly.

There was an empty space, less than a minute, and then he spoke:

"And I think that's when I started to like you"

You thought you had misheard and had to turn abruptly toward him, looking for any trace of lies. But there was nothing and it didn't seem like he regretted what he had said.

"What did you say?" you asked, afraid it was just your brain playing tricks on you. After so many years, it couldn't be true.

“When you first dated someone I realized that I was in love with you. It was total torture to see you walk hand in hand with someone other than me, to see that someone else made you laugh, that you… kissed someone else. So I realized that he had been the biggest fool at Hogwarts and that I had never missed everything about you like at that moment because I always had it. I lost you, in a very strange way and the hole I had every morning when I woke up was the one that yelled at me what I felt for you” he spoke. He was silent for a second and then continued “But then you started having more boyfriends, just like me, and it seemed that whenever I broke up with a girl you started a relationship with someone and when I started with them you stayed single” he laughed. You were surprised and feared that you would pass out at any moment.

"Why didn't you ever tell me?"

"Why didn't you ever tell me?" he asked back, with a sad smile.

You were silent, again, processing everything you had just said. It was difficult to accept your feelings, but knowing that you always felt the same and that you could have something together was even more difficult.

"Do you still feel it?" he asked, turning his gaze to you. His voice was soft like he didn't want anyone to know what you were talking about. You looked at him, with crystallized eyes and when you met his gaze he knew the answer. When your gaze traveled to his parted lips, he didn't need a second more to think about his actions and closed the distance between you with a kiss.

It was nice to taste his lips, tasting like alcohol, sweets, and tobacco, but it was something so unreal that you almost pinched yourself to see that it was not a dream.

How could you miss something that you've never had? You didn't know, nor did you want to find out, but that was just what it felt like to have Sirius's lips on yours.

And as you were so many nights, he held you tightly against his body.

When you felt like you were short of breath you tried to walk away, but Sirius stopped you. He continued kissing you over and over and over again until he managed to get a smile out of you.

"Sirius..." you called out to him, tilting your head back with the intention that he would stop. But he didn't, instead he continued to insistently caress your lips.

If someone else had done that, you would have hated it and it would have made you too uncomfortable. But coming from Sirius it was a gesture that made your heart race.

You decided to let yourself go and continued kissing him for a little longer until he finally broke away. You felt his warm breath entering your mouth and his swollen lips resting on yours as if they refused to separate from you.

“All of them were missing something that I never understood. I spent so many years looking for you in their faces and in the end, I realize that it was always you. You were always what I couldn't find in anyone else” he confessed. The words that came out of his mouth bounced off your skin and from there they were impregnated in it to stay there forever "Should have never let you go, now I know" he whispered. He pulled away a bit until you could look into his eyes and his hand went up to gently hold your face "Let me take you home"

"I can't," you said in a whisper. Disappointment quickly colored the man's gaze. You have always adored his eyes so bright and expressive "I come with the boy whose name begins with A, remember?" you joked and watched all the worry disappear from his face.

"I would be surprised if he remembers his own name after the spell you cast on him," he said between giggles that quickly rubbed off on you.

So before he said anything else, you grabbed him by the neck and put your mouths together again just to be sure that all of it was real. And even if it was physically real, in your brain there was still a young girl dreaming of that moment.

“I don't just want you to take me home tonight, Sirius. I want you to take me tomorrow, and the next day, and the next month and the next year and if Merlin allows it, I want to have you there for life, you understand? "

And so he did.

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unloved-cadillac · 3 years

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Hello! May I request for Mikoto Suoh x Fem!Reader? The scenario is that Fem!Reader is Yata Misaki's stepsister and Mikoto is dating her, then something hot too at the almost end 😏

This request is a gift for @lunastellanova ❤

C/n: how sweet! Thanks for requesting and I hope that you enjoy🤍

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Protect Her. (Mikoto x Reader)

There was a thing that Yata hadn’t told Mikoto. It wasn’t a big secret but it was a secret nonetheless. It was that he had a sister.

Y/n wasn’t his biological sister since her mother married his dad, but he treated her like she was. She was his best friend and the girl who he told everything to. Including joining HOMRA.

“Oh hell no, Yata. Are you crazy?! I’ve heard stories of their King and how wild he is! You will get killed with him.” Y/n exclaims as she paces up and down Yata’s room. He sat on his bed as he shook his head. “No, Y/n. This man. This king, he’s different. He really is a great guy and one hell of a king. He protects us. He’s not the ruthless man you think he is.” Yata explains and Y/n groans. “I will only allow this on one condition, Yata.” She holds up her pointer finger and he leans forward. “What is it? Anything.”

“I want to meet him.”

And so, that’s how Yata ended up walking his big sister to the Homra bar. His throat itching and mind racing wondering what Mikoto would say. Y/n had a tendency of speaking her mind so she could set his temper off. Oh no. This was a mistake.

But it was too late since she stepped into the bar first making her presence known. Kusanagi turned around and Tatara waved at the newcomer. “Hello there.”

“Don’t “hello there” me. Where is Mikoto Suoh?” Y/n asked looking around. The members of Homra were either ready to fight her or blushing. She was very attractive. Few moments of silence passed and Y/n heard footsteps ascend from the stairs. When the full body was in view, Y/n gulped slightly.

He was so much taller than she expected. His hair a bright red. It reminded her a lot of roses and strawberries. His eyes yellow like a lions and his aura powerful. But Y/n didn’t stand down. Mikoto looked at her as he put his hands in his pockets and took out his cigarette then taking a seat next to Tatara . “Who are you?” He asks as his finger snapped and lit his cigarette.

“Y/n Misaki. The sister of Yata Misaki.” She says proudly and Mikoto looks behind her see Yata wave smally. “Haha. Hi. She really wanted to meet you.” He scratches his head. Mikoto wakes up and stalks over to her. Yata quickly runs to the bar and leaves Y/n to fend for herself. Mikoto studied her. His half opened eyes made it hard for her to concentrate. They really were mesmerizing. “And?” Y/n snaps out of her trance and frowns at him.

“And, I don’t care whether you’re a king or just an ordinary guy. My brother idolizes you and in return for his admiration, I expect you to take care of him. If he gets hurt, king or not, I will kill you, Mikoto Suoh.”

She says his name, sounding it like a signature on a contract of agreement. Y/n stares at him and then turns and walks out of Homra. Mikoto takes a drag of his cigarette, staring as she left. The bar was silent. Of course it was, their king just got threatened to be killed.

“Mikoto? You good?” Kusanagi asks and Mikoto turns around and faces Yata who was shitting bricks. “That’s your sister?” He asks and Yata nods. “Well, step sister. Forgive her, Mikoto. She’s the only family I have so she’s a little overprotective.” Mikoto’s eyebrows raise a bit but then he nods and heads back up to his room.

This girl was something.

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She was surprised to see the Red King at her doorstep with a cigarette in his mouth and a look in his eyes. “Yes?” She asks and he throws the stub away. “You..have been on my mind since you threatened to kill me. Tell me why that is.” Mikoto says amused and Y/n pulls her eyebrows in. “Because you’re afraid of me ending your life.” She answers and he chuckles. A low, deep chuckle that made Y/n salivate and hot a bit.

“And I don’t think it’s fear. I say it’s attraction.”

Y/n’a breath hitches when he stands directly in front of her. His cologne mixed with smoke made him intoxicating. He felt so warm. So homelike. She felt her chin being tilted up and Mikoto stares deep into her eyes. He stays silent but then he leans in and kisses the top of her head. “I’ll take care of your brother for you.” Was the last thing he said before leaving Y/n breathing heavily and dazed.

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It’s been a few months and Y/n started to hang out Homra a bit more than she anticipated. But it wasn’t a problem since she loved the members. Kusanagi was a great guy to talk to as well as Tatara. Their friend always sat on the couch, dozing off.

“You should probably head up to bed, Mikoto. If you’re so tired.” She says and he opens his eyes to look at her. “Yeah. I have something up there for you anyway.” He says getting up and heading up the stairs. “Oh?” She says and follows him. When the door closes, Mikoto grabs her and tosses her onto his bed. She giggles softly as he hovers over her with his own smile. “You’re so handsome.” She tells him as she tuck a hair behind his ear. “So I’ve been told.”

“From who?!” She gasps and he presses his forehead against hers. “You.” She smiles as she connects her lips with his. It turned innocent to passionate very quickly and Mikoto flipped the both of them over so she laid on him. His hands crossed against her back, holding her flush against him. Y/n’s hands ran through his hair, tugging it slightly making he groan. “Don’t start something you can’t finish, Y/n.” He murmurs and she giggles. “Who said I won’t be able to, Mikoto?” She bites his lower lip and Mikoto began to take off her shirt.

“Yo! Mr Mikoto! Mr Kusanagi said- WHOA!” Yata screams and covers his eyes. Y/n pulls her shirt down and Mikoto just looks at him. “Get out, Yata.” He says and Yata nods and closes the door. “I thought the door was closed.” Y/n whispers and Mikoto looks at her. “Yeah I have to get it fixed.” Y/n eye’s widened and playfully slapped him. “He was going to find out anyway, baby.” He says as he lays back down with his hands behind his head.

“Ugh now I’m going to have to explain to MY BABY BROTHER why he caught me almost naked on top of his king.” Y/n groans as she gets up. Mikoto chuckles, earning another playful slap from her. “Come back soon. You have a problem to solve.” He motions to the tent at his pants and she rolls her eyes as she exits his room.

She heads downstairs and sees Yata on the couch, looking like he’s contemplating life. “Yata.” She calls and he looks at her. “You and Mikoto are together?” He asks, straight to the point. She nods and he looks straight ahead. “How long?”

“Couple of months. But Yata,” she sits next to him with a hand on his shoulder, “I love him. He means everything to me and I to him. I was going to tell you I promise. But it was unfortunate you had to see your big sister like that.” She chuckles and he smiles. Yata looks to his sister, face serious. “Does he love you?” “Yes. A lot more than he shows. So, don’t worry about me. I got two crazy red heads to protect me.” She kisses his forehead and he hugs her.

When he pulls away he gets up. “Uh I, should go.” He motions to the door and Y/n nods. “Love ya, sis.” “Love you too.” Yata smiles and leaves the bar. Y/n gets up and she sees Mikoto standing next to the stairs. “What?” She asks.

“You know that was the first time you said “I love you” right?”

Y/n widens her eyes and scratches her head. “R-Really? Oh well yeah. Haha anyway. I’m gonna go.” She blabbers and he grabs her hand and pulls her into him. “I love you too, Y/n. And I’ll protect you too.” He kisses her and takes her up to his room where he showed her how much his love meant.

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“Hope you enjoyed this gift.”

🤍🖤Special tag: @lunastellanova🖤🤍

🖤🤍Thanks for reading🤍🖤

-Caddy.

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geminidentitycrisis · 3 years

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The Scent of Leather and Hairspray

Present Mic/Hizashi Yamada x F!reader ONESHOT

(WARNINGS! - swearing)

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Sooooooo, I have a new favorite Pro, I guess haha

I hope you enjoy, and if you're underage, pretend you're older because I get it, I'd be Hot For Teacher too, but he's not a pedo sorry......

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You sighed as, upon exiting the store where you just purchased a frozen drink, the men you passed to enter that store started catcalling you. Just what you needed at the end of a rough day...

"Hey Honey, you'd be cuter if you smiled...!"

"Don't listen to that shit, babygirl, you're sexy as hell, c'mere and hang out a while...?"

Ignoring them the best you could, you kept walking, but they didn't take that very well. "You think you're too good for us, that it, stuck up bitch? Where you think you're goin'?"

You could hear their footsteps approaching behind you and turned to face them after sipping from your drink.

"Guys, please, I've had a hell of a day today and my quirk would probably scar you both for life and what do you say we just don't do this, huh?"

They exchanged glances before fixing you with threatening glares. "You think you're tough, babygirl? We'll see how tough you are when we get through teaching you some respect..." the first one said.

"HEY!"

A voice called from behind you and suddenly an arm was draped gently around your neck. You froze, being caught off guard tended to prompt a panic response when you were so tired.

You smelled leather and an overwhelming scent of hairspray.

"What's the trouble, my homies? Pretty sure ya heard the lady, she ain't jammin' to the vibe ya layin' down, ya dig? Beat it."

Heart skipping a beat or two, your eyes grew wide and a blush flooded your cheeks. "That voice...?!"

You whipped your head up to see the one and only Present Mic.

"Ah! I knew it! I knew I recognized your voice, I catch your radio show every day! You're the Sound Hero, Present Mic!" he flashed a grin down at you, winking.

"Oooh, you've got good ears, Listener! Thanks for Hypin' me up like that! Always great ta meet a FAAAN!" he responded in his commentator voice.

One of your would be tormentors interrupted angrily. "Hey, peacock head, why don't you mind your business?"

"PEACOCK...?! You boys best get ta steppin', aight?! Don't make me beat you up in fronta this pretty girl!" he replied in annoyance after his attention was so aggressively stolen from you.

The blush came back in full force and you couldn't contain a dreamy sigh as your lashes fluttered, eyes lidding contentedly now that you felt safe again.

*he said I was pretty~!* you thought.

"You believe this banana hair lookin' motherfucker? You're about to get your ass whooped, fruity!" the other threatened.

"Hey bro, watch your language! There's a lady here!" with the arm around your shoulders, Mic carefully raised it and guided you behind himself as the two started walking towards you both.

"Enough..."

Another voice came suddenly from the other side of the parking lot and everyone, with the exception of the blonde who was guarding you, turned to see Eraserhead.

Suddenly these jerks weren't so confident.

"Get lost, both of you, and go straight home or I'll bring the two of you in right now for loitering and harassment." he said calmly but with deep authority.

Mic crossed his arms, glaring at the duo as they ran off after a mere moment of hesitation, his cheeks puffed out slightly. "What a couple creepozoids! You okay, Pussy Cat...?" he quickly spun around to check you out, striking a dramatic pose while pointing at you, the trademark grin already back in place.

You smiled up at him with admiration sparkling in your eyes, clasping the cup you held in both hands and tight to your chest, stepping closer to him.

"Yes, thanks to you! You're my Hero~!"

Mic felt his own chest swell with pride a bit, the grin on his face getting bigger as he relaxed his stance and shoved his hands in his jacket pockets.

Usually by now the damsel has already flung herself on Aizawa, but not only were you praising him, you recognized him from just his voice and he was impressed at that.

"I can't believe I was just rescued by my favorite Pro, I am your #1 fan! Please, are you patrolling the city tonight? Please let me buy you a coffee or tea or something?? Just as a thank you...?"

Hizashi laughed rather loudly, one hand emerging from his pocket to be placed over his chest.

"HAHA! Aaaww, how can I say NO when you ask so sweetly?! Coffee sounds like a rockin' idea right about now!"

"Ugh, we don't have time for this, Mic..." Eraserhead complained tiredly.

Eyes rolling in exasperation, the blonde groaned twice as loud. "ugGHHH!! Don't be such a buzzkill, yo! I'll get you one, too, just chill!" with that, he trailed after you back into the store.

You watched as he doctored up the coffee you poured for him, blushing again when he threw a hint of a smirk your way, using the tip of his finger to lift the gold tinted shades he wore and showing you his emerald green eyes. "Don't worry, I'll pay for my boring friend..."

Smiling, you bounced on your heels. "Damn right you will, I'm not HIS fangirl, after all..."

This promoted a slight blush to his face, but he maintained that knockout grin. "Ha! Well, good thing his best friend is here at least, lucky for him I tagged along tonight, huh??"

"Lucky for both of us..." came your soft reply from over your shoulder as you turned to walk away, your hips swaying temptingly had definitely not escaped his notice.

He followed you to the checkout counter and placed some money beside yours, his ungloved fingertips brushing against your own when he does. Leaning down closer to you, he cocked his head, pushing his shades down his nose this time and raising a brow.

"Does my #1 fan have a name...?"

Your smile bloomed again, blushing up at him. "It's _______...but I might prefer you calling me Pussy Cat...~"

Saying that last bit, you applied a sensual undertone which he picked up on instantly, making his blush spread over his face and grow darker as he chuckled in amusement.

When you guys walked out the door, you noticed Eraserhead seemed really annoyed but tried to ignore him, looking up at the Voice Hero hopefully.

"Listen, I know you're both busy, but if you have just one more second to spare, I can't tell you how much it would mean to me if I could get your autograph..."

Looking away awkwardly, he made a pained expression. "Aw, man, I dunno, we are kinda in a hurry here and stuff..."

You felt your heart sinking when he startled you with another loud laugh. "Hahaha, gotcha! JK! Of course I will, I ain't gonna leave ya hangin' like that, no way, that ain't my STYYYYYYYYLLLE!"

Giddy with excitement, you let out a tiny squeal, quickly fishing out a small notebook and pen from your purse as he set the cups down. When you handed it to him, his fingers brushed yours again, making you bite tenderly at your bottom lip.

They were so warm and soft...

He had started to whistle a cheerful little tune as he spun the pen between his fingers before starting to write in your book, it took longer than you expected, clearly longer than Eraser expected, too.

"Say goodbye to the girl, Mic, it's time to keep moving!" he didn't yell, exactly, too lazy, but he had raised his voice since last.

"YEAH, YEAH, I HEARD YA!!! Gimme a sec, ALRIGHT?!" the volume of the blonde's reply actually made your eardrums flinch and quiver this time, but you smiled anyway as he defended you again.

"There ya go! And hey, just to spite my buddy over there, I wouldn't mind walkin' ya home ta make sure ya get there safe."

The blush came right back, clutching the book to your heart, you gave a weak smile. "No, no, it's okay, really...I took up too much of your time already, and I only live around the corner from here..."

Eyes closing momentarily while you gathered yourself, you took a deep breath before confessing. "...I cannot express how grateful I am for you...not just for saving me tonight, but also for your talk show, hearing your voice over the radio gives me strength and motivation every week...it means the world to me...thank you..."

Beckoning him by flexing a finger, you stood on your tiptoes and pressed a sweet kiss against his cheek when he leaned in curiously.

Eyes widening, his whole face became scarlet red and his grin stretched from ear to ear. "AW, YEAH!"

He jumped, pumping his fists in the air and then proceeded to shoot you with his finger guns while winking again. "Listen, I dropped my digits on that piece'a paper ya got there, Shawty...hit me up sometime if ya wanna chill! I'm down for whatever!"

You were caught off guard by that and checked the page he signed for you, finally reading what he wrote down as he rambled on as background noise about how he wasn't a creep like those other guys and you could say no without worrying about him making a scene, he just had to shoot his shot, I mean you DID kiss ME first ya know...

"For my #1 fan, _______...Thanks for the coffee and stay outta trouble! ...and maybe call or shoot a txt, if your feelin' this funky vibe, too? Live loud, Pussy Cat ;) don't ever let anyone try an put the mute on ya! XOXOX PRESENT MIC!!!"

Followed by his phone number, and there were little hearts drawn around the page.

You were already blushing when he surprised you again by returning your gesture and swooping in to plant a kiss on your cheek this time.

Reaching up to touch the spot, you smiled up at him shyly. "I can't wait...please be safe out there..."

"You got it! SEE YA SOON!" The Pro nodded vigorously, giving an enthusiastic wave of goodbye before grabbing his and Eraserhead's drinks, practically bouncing with every step.

It made you giggle, but you were trying not to get your hopes up too much. For all you knew, he gave his number out to every girl that asked him for a signature.

"Are you happy now...?" Shouta grumbled, taking the cup being offered as he turned to resume patrolling. "ARE YOU KIDDING ME?! HECK YEAH I AM! I'M ON CLOUD NINE RIGHT NOW, I JUST MET MY FUTURE WIFE!!!!!!!!"

You heard him very clearly, the blush traveling all the way down your neck this time, and you couldn't help another small giggle, your heart fluttering with happiness like the wings of the butterflies in your belly.

He just had that effect on you.

Glancing down at the notebook in your hand as you sipped your quickly melting frosty, you noticed in the bottom right corner was a little arrow, below which was written the word "flip".

You looked up again but the two Pro Heroes were already gone.

Curiously, you flipped over the page.

MARRY ME?!?!!

a. YES!!!!!

b. a

c. b

That smooth sonuvabitch had you blushing and giggling all night.

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mrsgiovanna · 3 years

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Buon Compleanno (Don Giorno x Fem! Reader)

It's as the name says... This fic is close to my heart and I really enjoyed writing it for our Golden king's birthday. Mostly fluff, it does contain mentions of alcohol consumption though. I hope you all enjoy. ❤️🎊🎉😘🐞💭

P. S. Let the fluff ensue 💐

Word count: 2.5k

“So Mista... Fugo, are things ready on your end? I’ve got confirmation from North Island that everything is ready for us on their end. We have to stagger our arrivals so that Giorno doesn’t actually see you guys there until the party. All our villas are ready for our arrival and his presents are being safe guarded there until we arrive,” you beamed as you secretly went over the final checklist for Giorno’s birthday get away with the team and Trish.

Your friends had ever so thoughtfully come over to see you and Giorno off… well more so to iron out the last details of your master plan, but your boyfriend didn’t need to know that. Attempting to keep your plans for his birthday hidden from him was a near impossible feat. Trying to get him to take some time off and just live for himself was an even bigger task, but being who you are, you managed to plan everything down to the finest detail.

Trying to get the entire island to yourselves and plan the party of a century for your closest allies was a mammoth task, but it was what you felt Giorno deserved. In the years that he’s spent running Passione, he had always placed his own needs secondary to the needs of the organization, which is why you resolved to give him the best experience imaginable for his 21st birthday.

“Hi Giorno! We were just talking about you,” piped up Trish in a voice loud enough to alert everyone to the young don’s looming presence. Eyes widening for a split second, you manage to compose yourself without him catching on and flashed him a pleasant smile. You were taken aback by how handsome he looked dressed down in an azure linen Armani suit, hair braided loosely and cascading down his shoulder. He took his place at your side, casually circling his arm around your waist and pressing a kiss to your temple.

“Morning everyone, what’s this about me?”

“Oh, we’re just discussing what we’re going to be doing when you’re away… you know, cats and mice and the like,” joked Fugo, earning him a worried look from Giorno.

“Gosh, relax my love… come on, we have to go, it’s a pretty long flight,”

“Alright, alright, let’s go bella. Well, I’ll see you all in a few days’ time,” leaving to the collective goodbye wishes of your friends you set off to catch the private jet which would take you to the little piece of heaven in the Seychelles.

Upon landing at the airport, you were just one short helicopter flight away from your destination. Giorno’s demeanor was akin to that of a child on Christmas eve, taking in his beautiful surroundings on the helicopter. Stepping onto the helipad, you were greeted by the wonderful fresh scents of the salty sea air, clear blue seas and white sandy beaches for as far as the eye could see. After the welcome, you were lead to the main villa, given your golf cart and allowed yourselves to get settled in for the rest of the night, choosing to spend a quiet night lounging on the balcony overlooking the ocean.

Giorno couldn’t help but stare at your beautiful form. The way the moonlight bounced off the ocean behind you and illuminated your skin mesmerized him. He had known you ever since he had taken over Passione. You served as a valuable ally when it came to weeding out the members who were still unwilling to adopt his ideals. As the years marched on, he started seeking out your company more and more, until it became apparent that he was at his happiest when he was around you… and once the realization had dawned on him, he wasted no time in making you his. You fell hard, and fast, and it was so easy fall into step with each other’s lives, as if you had been created just for each other.

“Bella, this is incredible, I know I put up a bit of a fight but I’m so glad you did this…” he uttered with a dreamy look on his face.

“I’m glad you think so my love, you’re going to love the day I have planned for us tomorrow… Ah! Actually, later on today," you say, glancing at your watch, "it’s just past midnight! Happy birthday my love! I hope you know how much I love you, and I’m incredibly proud of you and all you have managed to accomplish at such a young age… you’re… you’re pretty amazing you know,” the emotions swirled around in Giorno’s eyes while listening to your heartfelt speech.

“(y/n) … I… you’re… I just love you so much tesoro, you’re everything I could ever want,”

“I love you too Gio… come on, it’s late, let’s get some rest,” you say while leading him to bed.

You rose early, just as the sun made its glorious appearance over the ocean. As early as you had woken up though, Giorno was already awake, nursing a cup of coffee as he stared pensively at the brilliant blue water.

“Good morning handsome, penny for your thoughts?” you greeted your lover, wrapping your arms lovingly around his shoulders and nuzzling into his soft hair.

“Good morning principessa… I’m just thinking about how much I love you…”

“Oh? Is that so, Mr. Giovanna? Well prepare to love me even more, go get ready, we have lots to do today,” you say, a lovely light, lilt coloring your voice.

“Any hints?”

“Wear something comfortable, something that we can walk around in,”

With that, your day had started with a guided hike through the island. Between Giorno’s life-imbuing ability and your affinity for adventure, you were both mesmerized by the flora and fauna you encountered on the hike. Once that was over you looked forward to coming back to a special couple’s massage which eased your sore muscles and relaxed you both into a dreamlike state. Finally, after your last treatments, you could get ready for your “dinner” at the piazza. Feeling a sense of pride as you put on the last of your accessories, you smiled at your reflection in the mirror while inspecting your stunning outfit, and grew even happier when you saw Giorno walking out in a casual charcoal grey Dior suit which matched your dress, but not his expression unfortunately.

“What’s the matter my love? You look great by the way…”

“Thank you tesoro… you’re quite the vision yourself,” standing behind you, sharing the mirror, he raked his fingers through his uncooperative hair, sighing in annoyance.

“Gio, stop- here, sit down, I’ll help you,” you say as you gently brush out the tangles and scrunch the wave back into his lovely golden hair. You carefully braid the length of his mane but leave his signature triad of ringlets out, admiring how beautifully the shorter sections of his hair framed his face.

“There…” you leaned back to admire your efforts, acknowledging the fact that you had a particularly exquisite model as well.

“Are you sure this is fine my love?” there was a hint of doubt in Giorno’s voice, but you made sure to banish any such thoughts.

“Of course, I love your hair like this,”

“Well, that’s good enough for me. Shall we leave my princess?”

“Yes… but can I drive the golf cart?” you ask, extending your arm to him, gesturing for the keys.

Speeding past the rest of the villas, you just wanted to make sure that everyone was already at the piazza ready to surprise the young don.

“Are you sure we’re at the right place my love? Or should we be at a different entrance, this looks like it’s closed,”

“Yes caro, come on, I’m sure the staff are inside… I’ve picked up on your habit of wanting to dine in solitude,” you explain as you walk towards the entrance hand in hand. Stepping into the restaurant, the lights dipped and instantly got brighter revealing your closest friends jumping out of their hiding spots with a collective, rambunctious yell of “surprise”, startling your unsuspecting boyfriend.

“Happy birthday my love,” you softly say once again, as the lively music started to play in the background.

“You… did all of this? For me?”

“Of course bello mio, well, I did have help though” you gestured behind Giorno, pointing out Mista, Trish and Fugo walking towards you both.

“Oi, happy birthday Giogio, haha, you look like you need a drink, I’ll be right back,” said Fugo as he went to order the first round of drinks for your little group. Between flitting amongst your guests, dancing with your handsome beau, and stealing moments away to be alone him, you almost forgot to give him his gifts, which were safely stored in the wine cellar of the establishment.

“Well, what do you think my love?” Giorno’s eyes widened when he saw the glass-encased, white Fender Stratocaster signed by just about every rock star, most importantly, his favorite guitarist, Jeff Beck.

“I’ve been looking for this for the longest time… how did you find it tesoro?”

“I also know some people… that’s not all, look next to it…” you motioned towards 5 Morocco solander boxes that housed a rare first edition of the complete 10 volumes of Victor Hugo’s Les Miserables.

“I thought that might look quite beautiful in your study… adding something especially meaningful to your collection,”

“I’m speechless (y/n) … you’ve gone to such great lengths…” you hush him with a passionate kiss preventing him from gushing about your efforts as you were determined to make this night about him.

“I’m sure we’ve been gone for too long, lets rejoin our guests my love,” you started to walk towards the staircase exiting the wine cellar, but you were pulled back against Giorno’s broad chest, grasping your face in his hand, he kissed you with so much fervor this time, leaving you flustered and battling to calm your racing heart. Noticing the effect, he managed to have on you, he gently coaxed you back upstairs with a wicked smirk.

“Hey, you’re back, we’ve been looking all over for you two. We have one more person who wants to say hello,” with a soft smile, Trish reaches behind her to pull out coco jumbo, which meant only one thing…

“Signore Polnareff! Even you…”

“You know I’ve always had a soft spot for pretty girls Giorno… Joyeux anniversaire! You’re a brave young man with a good head on your shoulders and integrity in your heart, always hold on to that,”

“Thank you signore Polnareff, it means a lot coming from you, considering…” cutting him off before Giorno could complete his sentence, Polnareff attempted to lighten the mood.

“Non non non, no sad thoughts tonight, get this man a drink someone, you’re all slacking here,” he said looking at you as you mouthed a small thank you in his direction.

“(y/n), you’ve really outdone yourself. Giogio, you’re a lucky man,” said Mista as he brought a special bottle of champagne for you all to raise a toast with. “Alright, while we’re all here in the same place, I just want to say that you’re all important to me…”

“Mista’s drunk guys, prepare yourselves,” Trish says with an eye roll resulting in hushed giggles as the gunslinger tried to (unsuccessfully) arrange his sentimental thoughts.

Unable to stand it any longer, Trish takes over and pays homage to Giorno, as well as the special people who had given everything in order for them to live, enabling them to carry on their will.

As the party raged on, you took a small break in a dim corner of the piazza, and took a moment to marvel at the fruits of your labor. Everybody was having the best time, including Giorno. After being called away by one of his associates, it filled your heart with fluttery sensations watching the man you loved finally able to act his age for once.

“May I sit with you, carina?” startled out of your musings, you find an old friend standing over you.

“Lorenzo, of course, please, have a seat,” you offer emphatically.

“So, how is one half of Passione’s power couple doing?” his question earning a loud giggle from you. You continued to make conversation with Lorenzo, until Trish came to inform you that one of the service providers needed to confirm a few details with you, so you politely excused yourself and followed Trish. You were confused as she lead you to a secluded part of the beach, where you find Giorno standing alone, staring broodingly at the ocean for the second time that day. You realized that she just made an excuse draw you away to check on Giorno, being slightly concerned yourself after seeing the expression on his face.

“Gio? My love, what’s the matter? Did you just need some fresh air?” he turned to faced you with the softest smile.

“You know bella, I’ve loved you so deeply for years now… you always know what I need… even before I do. I never really feel complete anymore unless you’re with me… which is strange because I’ve always been content on my own. And then it hit me, you will always hold a part of me, and I’ll always seek you out because of it… You’ve given me probably the best experience of my life tonight, but, there’s just one more thing I would like from you to make the day perfect…” you felt light-headed when you saw Giorno moving to kneel down on one knee, pulling out a little trinket box, opening it to reveal the most beautiful ring.

“(y/n), would you give me the greatest gift and agree to spend the rest of your life with me as my wife?”

Emotions tugged at your pretty features, as you whispered a breathy affirmation, while nodding excitedly. Exhaling sharply with a stunning smile, Giorno got back to his feet and placed the elegant ring on your finger, capturing your lips in a passionate kiss thereafter. You threw your arms around his neck, and held him tightly, before the realization dawned on you.

“Wait! How long have you been planning this, Gio? Your question was met with his soft, exasperated laugh.

“Oh! For the longest time amore, I’ll admit though, your plans had forced me to adapt my own, but I had some help in achieving all of this… Trish is a lifesaver,” explained your new fiancé with a hint of pride in his voice.

“I love you Gio, but you managed to hijack your own celebration… I don’t know what to do with you!” the mock exasperation dripping from your voice drew a small laugh from Giorno.

“That’s your problem now tesoro, you already agreed to marry me, no take backs,” with that, you both decide to return to the festivities. Intertwining your fingers with his as you slowly walked back, you both stole loving glances at each other, communicating your intense affections for each other through your eyes alone… perhaps it was as he said, you mused… that a part of your soul resided with him also, and so you always sought him out to feel complete too, just as he did with you.

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daveeddiggsit · 3 years

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No Return

Note: so this is not a new fic. i actually posted it back in 2017 (but deleted all my smut from this blog about a year afterwards haha we love being impulsive). but i’m over myself now, so i’m reposting! a lot of you have been asking about it, so... here you go. posted for all of y’all to enjoy again.

Word Count: 4.7k

Pairing: Daveed Diggs x Reader

Warnings: smut. cursing.

Summary: Diggs loses a bet which results in him owing you a lap dance.

Parties at Rafa’s place were always the best; the drinks were great, the music was amazing, the atmosphere was never dull, but the best part about them were the incredible people that made up each one; you were never bored. There was always something to do whether you were talking to people, dancing, playing drinking games, or just drinking in general. And that’s why whenever you were told that there was going to be a party at Rafael Casal’s apartment, you never turned it down...even if you ended up showing up late.

“Well, look at who finally decided to show up.” You heard a familiar voice say as you walked through the door to Rafa’s place. Daveed grinned widely at you before he slid an arm around your shoulders, pulling you close to him as you walked deeper into the apartment. “My favorite!”

Daveed was one of your closest friends and if you were being honest, it would have been a lie if you said you didn’t want him to become something more than that. The two of you often flirted and were constantly together (these occurrences happened so often that there were many times people believed you were dating), but neither of you had made a real move. You knew how you felt toward him, and he was giving you signs that he felt the same way, but no true actions were made by either party. So that’s why it stayed the way it was between you two: just close friends who often flirted with each other.

“Aw, I’m your favorite?” You asked, raising your voice so he could hear you over the loud music that was pumping through Rafa’s speakers.

“Uh, yeah,” he stated as if it was obvious, “but don’t tell anyone else. It’s a secret between you and me.” He whispered in your ear as you entered the kitchen.

Yeah, he had definitely downed a few drinks before you got here.

“Diggs, I’m pretty sure everyone heard you when you shouted it.” You laughed as you plucked the cup half-full of alcohol from his grasp, draining it of its contents. He pouted at you once you handed him back an empty cup.

“Y/N, hey! It’s been forever since I’ve seen you!” Adrienne said from beside Rafa who was pouring out a few drinks.

“Hey!” You pulled away from Daveed’s grasp to give her a hug. She’d been away in Canada for the last few weeks shooting for a new project she was working on. “I’ve missed you! Why’d you have to leave me alone to deal with these boys for so long?”

Adrienne laughed while Rafael furrowed his eyebrows.

“Oh, so you didn’t miss me? I see how it is, Y/N, I see how it is.” He feigned hurt, before pushing a couple of newly filled cups towards you and Daveed.

You rolled your eyes at him. “We had lunch a few days ago, Cash, it hasn’t been that long since I’ve seen you.”

“But so much has changed since then.”

You chuckled before taking a sip. “Like what? Did you finally finish that song you’ve been working on?”

“No.” Rafael replied before he smiled at Adrienne beside him. “Unlike Diggs, I am no longer a single and lonely Bay Boy.”

Daveed’s eyebrows furrowed as he cocked his head. “Yo, who said I was lone—?”

“You guys are finally together? Oh my god, congrats!” You cut in with widened eyes.

They both grinned at each other before Rafa leaned down to kiss her forehead.

“Aww,” you gushed, “you two are couple goals already.”

A few seconds passed before you felt Daveed’s arm drape around your shoulders again.

“You know, we could be couple goals too.” He said, looking down at you with a smirk.

You rolled your eyes, pushing him away. “Ha, you wish, Diggs.”

You laughed it off because you knew he was too tipsy to be serious. He always flirted with you like this, but why did this time feel so different?

A few drinks later, you were beginning to feel the familiar light-hearted, buzzing feeling course throughout your body, giving you a boost of energy. You had drifted away from Daveed and Rafa to roam through the house and catch up with people you hadn’t seen since your Hamilton days. You were talking with Adrienne and Ari when you heard your name being called from behind you.

“Aye, Y/L/N!”

You turned your head to see Daveed standing next to a table a few feet away.

“Diggs!” You responded in the same playful tone.

He grinned at you before waving you over. “Come play Flip Cup with me.”

“Really?” You quirked an eyebrow. “You lose every time you play against me, D.”

“I’m feeling confident today. I’ve been practicing.”

You tried not to laugh as you rose from your seat and approached him. “Practicing?”

“Bruh,” Rafa snickered at his friend from the other end of the table. “You played a few games before this and won two in a row. That ain’t practicing.”

You let a smug grin show up on your face as you glanced back up at your best friend. “Daveed, I am the queen of Flip Cup, okay? You can’t beat me. Nobody ever has, and nobody ever will. That’s a fact.”

“I’m pretty sure I can beat you today, Y/N.” He said bluntly. Wow, he was forward when he was drunk. “I have a good feeling about this.”

“Ha,” you huffed out a laugh, “wanna bet?"

“What do you propose, oh mighty Queen of Flip Cup?”

You thought for a second. What was something you knew would make him think twice about challenging you? Something that would make him step down from this newfound cockiness he embodied.

When the idea formed in your head, you sent him a sly grin. “Winner gets a lap dance from the loser.”

You distinctly remembered an earlier conversation with him where he stated that he couldn’t dance. You knew it was untrue due to the times you’d seen him dance at the club or during some of the numbers in Hamilton, but you also knew that the wager wasn’t something he’d necessarily jump on (despite the confidence boost the alcohol had supplied him).

Rafa led the mini crowd that had formed around you in a chorus of “ooo”s.

“Deal.”

You looked up at Daveed in surprise. You hadn’t expected him to agree to the terms so easily.

“Diggs, that means if you lose— sorry, when you lose, you have to give me a lap dance.”

“I know.” He said seriously.

“And you’re good with that?”

“If it happens, which it won’t because I’m gonna win, then yes.” He stated, his mouth forming into a confident smile. “I’m good with that.”

Fine, he wanted a challenge? You were going to give him one.

“Alright, then.” You said, narrowing your eyes at him. “Game on."

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Daveed lost. Badly.

So badly, in fact, that you actually felt bad for him. So you tweaked it so it was the best out of five games...and even then, he still lost.

Oh well, it’s not like you didn’t warn him.

When the third game ended and Daveed realized his defeat, he threw his head back and groaned.

“Aww, don’t be such a sore loser. You lost fair and square, Diggs. ” You teased with a smile, wrapping your arms around his torso to hug him from behind. “I warned you. I told you I was the queen of Flip Cup, but you didn’t listen.”

“Those cups were rigged, Y/N.” He stated, turning around in your grasp so he could hug you back.

You laughed, rolling your eyes. “Say whatever you want to make yourself feel better. Nothing’s gonna change the fact that you owe me a lap dance.”

He was quiet for a moment before he murmured something. “You know I can’t dance, right?”

“First of all, yes you can. And secondly, lap dances are different, Diggs.”

“No, they’re not.”

“Yes they are. And if you don’t think they’re different, you dance at parties all the fucking time. You should be able to handle an easy lap dance.”

He lifted his head back up from your shoulder to look down at you. “But Y/N...”

You let out a laugh before you patted his cheek lightly. “You dug yourself into this hole, loser. Guess you’re just gonna have to figure it out because you’re not getting out of this one.”

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The next day you woke up to someone knocking on your door. In sweats and an old t-shirt, you made your way over to unlock it, squinting your eyes to adjust to the bright light. The slight hangover you had wasn’t really helping you get out of your groggy state.

“Daveed?” You asked, realizing who your visitor was once your vision adjusted. “What are you doing here so early?”

He was dressed in a yellow Oaklandish tank top that showed off his toned arms/shoulders and dark blue jeans with a brown belt buckled just enough to let them sit loosely on his hips. You also noticed that he decided to rock his glasses today.

You snapped your eyes up to his and away from his figure that left you breathless. You totally had not just checked him out.

“If your definition of early is 2 o’clock in the afternoon, I think you may need to reevaluate some things and consider fixing that sleep schedule of yours.” He replied with his lips turning up into an amused grin.

“Shut up, I had a late night last night.” You mumbled, turning around to walk away, leaving the door open so he could let himself into your apartment. “And you did too. I’m surprised you’re not asleep right now.” You glanced back at him to see him shrug.

“I had to meet Bill and Jon at the studio at 10. I’ve been up since, like, 9:30.”

“Damn, Diggs, you’re gonna have to teach me your ways.”

“Caffeine.” He chuckled, putting on his signature grin. “It works miracles.”

You returned the smile, before sending him a curious look. “So, why are you here? Not that I mind or anything, it’s good to see you, but you haven’t been over in like a month and a half.”

“Exactly! It’s been awhile since we’ve hung out alone, so I thought it’d be dope if we chilled and watched movies or something.” He replied before he went to ramble on. “I mean— only if you want to. If you’re really tired, I can leave so you can get some more sl—”

“No, no, it’s fine! That sounds great.” You cut him off and placed a hand on one of his toned arms to reassure him.

“You sure?”

“Yeah!” You responded. “Just let me take a quick shower and we can start in like 20ish minutes.”

“A 20 minute shower counts as a quick shower?” He questioned with a teasing look.

“Yes,” you said, “or would you rather it be 45ish minutes?”

“20ish minutes is good. Have fun with your quick shower. Though, I think it would be more fun if I joined.” A tiny but noticeable smirk made its way onto Daveed’s face.

You laughed when he sent you a playful wink, dropping your hand from his arm to walk towards your room. “You wish, Daveed Diggs.”

“You have no idea.” He mumbled under his breath (inaudible to your ears) before he let his eyes follow your retreating figure.

“Maybe you could set up the movie in the meantime? It’s your turn to choose. The remote’s on the coffee table and you know where the popcorn and shit is in the kitchen. I’ll be out soon. If you need anything, yell.” You said before closing the door to your room.

Daveed sent a thumbs up in your direction even though he knew you couldn’t see it before he made his way to your living room.

Little did you know, Daveed had something else planned.

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When you emerged from your shower, you quickly dried yourself and combed through your now damp hair. After that, you exited your room and entered your living room to see that it was completely dark. Confused, you surveyed the room to look for your best friend, but there was no sign of him at all.

Did he leave? If he did, he didn’t text you or anything to let you know.

“D?” You called out, walking further into the room.

With each step you took, the more you realized how this seemed like a scene from a horror film. You weren’t a fan of them, but a few months back Daveed and Rafael had pretty much forced you to have a scary movie marathon with them.

“Daveed Diggs, I swear to God. If you’re trying to scare me right now, I will—”

You squeaked when a pair of arms snaked their way around your waist from behind. Daveed’s voice had come seemingly from out of nowhere. “You’ll what?”

“Kick your ass.” You glared at him, quickly turning around to push him away. “What the hell is wrong with you?!”

He laughed, smiling brightly. “I’m sorry, Y/N.”

“No, you’re not.” You grumbled, moving to sit on your couch. Daveed followed you.

“You right. It was so worth it.” He grinned at you, causing you to roll your eyes at him. You tried to stay mad at him, but it was damn near impossible when he was looking at you like that.

“We’re not friends anymore.” You stated, crossing your arms.

“What, why?” He asked, his grin dropping into a pout.

“You were mean to me, Diggs! How dare you scare me in my own home!” You were laughing internally.

“Okay, fine. I’m sorry for real this time. What can I do to make it up to you?”

When he asked, you contemplated it for a few moments before you looked up at him with a smirk.

“What?” He asked.

“Well, you still owe me that lap dance…”

He groaned, closing his eyes and letting his head fall back on the couch. “I thought you forgot about that.”

“Nope.” You said, your smirk forming into a smug grin. You had the upper hand now. “How could I forget you losing a bet against me, resulting in a lap dance from the great Daveed Diggs himself?”

After a couple of seconds, he sighed, opening his eyes and tilting his face towards you. “If I do this now, will I win back your friendship?”

“I’ll think about it.” You said, causing him to give you a deadpanned look. You laughed before you spoke again. “Yeah, I guess we could be friends again. But it has to be good.”

Daveed sighed again before he straightened himself up. “I don’t even know how to give a good lap dance, Y/N.”

“Improvise. C’mon, D, you’re great at improv. Treat it like you treat a freestyle. Just go with the flow.” You smiled widely at him.

“Fine.” He said, getting up from his spot next to you. “But I’m only pulling through with this because I like you.”

“Aww, you like me?” You asked teasingly to mask the actual feeling that was coursing through you. You continued to grin at him as he pulled out his phone to scroll through his music library. When he finally settled on a song by The Weeknd, he turned to you once he pressed play.

“Do I start now?”

“Yes,” you laughed. “C’mon, you know how a lap dance works. You’re not a novice when it comes to these things, stop fucking around.”

You could see him smile and rub his arm before he looked away for a second. When he started to slowly sway to the beat of the song, it was extremely hard for you to stifle your laugh. Your best friend was about to give you a lap dance and you could not take him seriously.

He continued to dance to the beat for a bit as he stared you down with a smirk. He was doing this shit on purpose. He was joking around until you couldn’t contain your laughter any longer.

“Diggs, I can’t take you seriously like this. I can—” You wheezed. “I just can’t.”

Your laughter and the slow, sexy beats of the music were the only audible things in your apartment until Daveed spoke again.

“Are you ready for me, Y/N?” His smooth, low voice washed over you.

You let out yet another giggle. “Don’t make it sound so sexual.”

“It's supposed to sound sexual, Y/N, it’s a fucking lap dance.” He chuckled, now standing directly in front of you.

“Alright, show me what you got, Bay Boy.”

You continued to laugh at him as you watched him, but the moment he straddled your lap, you stopped. His arms were on each side of your head, using the couch to steady himself over you as his hips began to slowly grind against you. That’s when the atmosphere in the room completely changed.

Your eyes widened slightly when you saw him bite his bottom lip in concentration. When you envisioned Daveed giving you a lap dance the night prior, you didn’t think it would be like this...it was flustering you more than you thought it would. Before you knew it, you were struggling to control your movements. Your fists were clenching and unclenching as you so desperately tried to keep them anchored to your sides.

As if he had read your mind, Daveed murmured, “You can touch me, Y/N. Don’t be afraid.”

If you weren’t turned on before, you definitely were now. His gravelly voice paired with his hot breath right next to your ear caused you to shiver, making goosebumps appear across your entire body.

Then, you finally let your hands wander. They traveled up his chest to rest on his shoulders, then back down again to move under the hem of his tank top so you could feel his bare and strong torso. Sure it was a bold move, but the more and more Daveed grinded on you, the less and less you cared. When his tank top rode up to the point where you could see all of his abs, he paused to stand up and quickly get rid of the article of clothing before he came back to straddle you again.

Your heart was beating wildly in your chest as you looked up at your best friend. He looked undeniably attractive when he was on top of you shirtless and with his glasses on. Every feeling you had ever felt for him came crashing down on you at that moment and that’s when you just about lost your self-control. Part of your brain was screaming at you, saying that you were about to cross a line that you could never cross again...but at the same time, all of your cares had disappeared.

You used your newfound courage to cup Daveed’s face in both of your hands and pull him into a deep kiss. He gasped softly, surprised at the sudden contact, but quickly eased into it.

You had just passed the point of no return.

You didn’t know what to expect when you decided to kiss him, but it was better than you could have imagined. When you pulled back, his mouth was slightly dropped in awe and one of the sides slowly twitched up into a soft smile. (It was kind of adorable.)

“Daveed, I like you.” You blurted, short of breath.

His face broke out into a full grin. “I like you too, Y/N.”

“No,” you shook your head, moving your hands from his cheeks down to his shoulders. “I mean like— like like you.”

“I know,” he chuckled. “I mean, I figured given what just happened a few seconds ago. Why didn’t you tell me earlier?”

You shrugged, breaking eye contact with him. You subconsciously traced one of your thumbs across his collarbone. “I was afraid of rejection, I guess.”

“Are you serious?”

“What?” You asked, sounding offended.

Daveed caught your gaze again, pushing a strand of your hair behind your ear. “Y/N, I’ve had like the biggest fuckin’ crush on you since Ari introduced us.”

“Wait, really?”

“Mhm,” he hummed. “I’m actually really surprised you didn’t notice.”

“Why didn’t you tell me about your crush earlier, Diggs?” You voiced, giving him a pointed look.

He gave you a shy smile when he moved off of you to sit beside you, still facing you. “Same reason as you.”

“You know what? I’m not even mad about not knowing sooner.” You said. “I’m glad we found out like this.”

“You’re just happy I gave you a lap dance with my amazing skills.” He teased with a laugh of his own.

You laughed again, and pushed at his chest so he could lay on his back and let you crawl on top of him to straddle his waist. “Not gonna lie, I didn’t think you had it in you, Diggs.”

His jaw dropped completely as he looked up at you. “But you said that I could do a lap dance when even I said I couldn’t!”

“That’s true, but to be fair, I never said you couldn’t do a lap dance. I just didn’t think you’d do as well as you did.”

Your response brought yet another smile to his face as you leaned closer to him. “I’mma take that as a compliment.” He said softly.

At this point, the song Daveed had chosen had ended a while ago and the lap dance was long over.

“Good.” You responded before you kissed him again.

This one was different from the first. It started off soft, but quickly turned passionate and heated. As your mouths moved against each other, Daveed’s hands moved from your hips up to the hem of your shirt, his fingertips grazing your bare sides, leaving goosebumps in their wake. The only word you could use to describe this feeling was just complete bliss.

When you reached down to Daveed’s belt buckle, he shivered, causing you to smile against his lips.

Then he pulled away, panting. “Y/N…” he breathed. “Are you sure about this? You don’t have to— fuck.” He cursed as you pulled back completely to unbuckle his pants. “I don’t wanna push y—”

“Daveed,” You said, before pausing quickly to put a hand on his scruff, tenderly moving your thumb to caress his cheek. “I’m absolutely sure about this. Now please, shut the hell up so I can blow you.”

You smirked when you saw his eyes widen and when you crawled off of him to go in between his legs, you heard a quiet, “Okay.”

Wasting no more time, you removed his jeans and boxers to free his erection. You could see Daveed’s chest begin to rise and fall quicker when you took his length into your hand and pressed a kiss to the tip of it.

“Oh, shiiit.” He drawled softly when your mouth wrapped around him, slowly sucking your way down as far as you could. As you began to bob your head up and down, Daveed’s breathing increased with each suck and occasional flick of your tongue.

Now, he was fully panting. He lifted his head up to look down at you, causing him to groan. After a minute or two, he brought a hand down to move some strands of hair out of your face.

“Fuck, Y/N,” he babbled, “I...I shouldn’t...oh God, I shouldn’t be this fucking close.”

You slowly pulled off of him and he brought you back up to kiss him again.

“You,” Daveed breathed against your lips, “are way too fucking good at that.”

You grinned.

“And,” he continued, “this clothing situation is a bit unbalanced, don’t you think?”

His thumbs grazed the waistband of your sweatpants. When you nodded, you pulled them down along with your underwear. You moved off of him to take them off completely and remove your shirt and bra, leaving you just as bare as he was.

You climbed back on top of him, straddling his washboard abs, when he ushered you to move up. You obeyed, moving forward an inch or two, but Daveed shook his head and grabbed your thighs, moving you himself.

“Daveed, what are you doing?”

“Returning the favor.” He said simply, bringing you over to his face.

“Oh,” you breathed when you felt his tongue lightly touch your clit.

The man’s mouth worked miracles from between your thighs. Daveed kept you still above his skilled tongue, occasionally giving your ass a squeeze.

“D-Daveed,” you gasped, your mouth forming a perfect ‘O’ as his tongue lightly circled your clit before he brought fully into his mouth to suck gently.

This was the best head you’d gotten...well ever, actually. He wanted you to feel the best you’d ever felt and he definitely achieved that.

Before you knew it, you were reaching your high, climaxing as you shouted Daveed’s name, not caring how loud it echoed throughout your apartment. When you crawled back down Daveed’s body, the two of you shared a sloppy kiss as you both breathed heavily.

Although you just came, you weren’t completely satisfied. You still wanted him... needed to feel him inside you.

You moved to position yourself above his cock, but he made you pause before you could do so.

“Y/N, stop,” Daveed panted. “Condom.”

“Don’t need it.” You replied quickly. “I’m on the pill.”

“Oh, fuck yes.” He replied, releasing you so you could resume what you were about to do.

You breathed out a laugh before you slowly sank down onto his length, making both you and him release a groan.

“You are so fucking gorgeous,” he gasped. “You don’t know how long I’ve waited for this.”

Your fingers ghosted along his stubble-ridden jaw. “I think I have an idea.”

When you adjusted to his size, you began to bounce and he helped you, meeting each of your thrusts as he guided your hips onto him.

Your lips met Daveed’s yet again and you captured every moan that fell from his mouth, he did the same for you. As your pace quickened, so did each grunt, pant, and moan. You felt your pussy begin to clench again like it had when you came before.

“I’m gonna come,” Daveed said quickly against your mouth.

“Fuck.” You groaned. “Me too, D.”

“Come for me, sweetheart.” He breathed, bringing a hand up from your hip to cup your cheek. “You can do it.”

And you did.

Your walls clenched around him and you gasped, letting your orgasm wash over you in waves. Daveed came shortly after you, and continued to thrust, riding the both of you through your highs.

As you came down and pulled yourself off him, you collapsed, exhausted, halfway leaning on him and halfway laying on your couch. You moved a hand up to rest on his chest again, closing your eyes in bliss as you relaxed against him.

After a minute or two of silence, Daveed broke it.

“Wait, so...does this mean we’re friends again?”

You looked up at him with a raised eyebrow. He was still on that? Wow, what a dork. “After this? Everything that just happened?” You asked bewildered. “God, I hope not.”

“Fine,” he said letting his signature bright smile show up on his face, still breathing heavily. “More than friends?”

Your heart fluttered in your chest and you grinned widely back at him. You leaned up to softly kiss his jaw before you gave him your answer.

“Way more than just friends, D.”

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