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I'll Cut My Hair (To Make You Stare)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply

Category: F/F

Fandom: Grease: Rise of the Pink Ladies (TV)

Relationship: Lydia/Cynthia Zdunowski

Characters:, Cynthia Zdunowski, Papa Zdunowski, Jane Facciano, Olivia Valdovinos, Lydia (Grease: Rise of the Pink Ladies)

Additional Tags: Fic Exchange, hair cutting fic, cutting someone's hair can be so sapphic, The Pink Ladies know, Sleepovers, closet makeouts, they deserve normal high school experiences dammit, minor language, meet the parents, first "i love you's", Cooking Dinner Together, what if I shove a bunch of tropes into one fic, who would stop me, hair is an important part of Cynthia Zdunowski's identity, Fluffy, Cynthia Zdunowski has sensory issues, Betaed

Language: English

Collections: Lynthia Fic Gift Exchange 2023

Stats: Published: 2023-10-02, Words: 7,610, Chapters: 1/1

Summary: Your appearance is the ultimate expression of who you are, and something as simple as a haircut can change your life.

(Title from "This is Home" by Cavetown.)

Notes: For penguinwritesbooks.

My only instruction was to have fun, and boy did I! Penguin, I hope you enjoy reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it!

When the ends of her hair touch the base of her neck, Cynthia knows it’s time for a haircut.

To be fair, there are other signs as well, many of which that come well before this point, but haircuts were a tedious chore, and the problem with these early signs was that they were easy to ignore. Cynthia liked her hair cropped short; a little shaggy around the ears, with bangs that fell just to her brow. Whenever her bangs encroach on her vision, it was a sign she needed a trim. But she could steal grease from the boys to push them back, and she wouldn’t notice. The next sign came when her ears disappeared fully under the mass of strands. But she could tuck the wayward locks behind her ears and forget their length.

The back of her head, however, was hard to ignore when overgrown. She didn’t pay it much attention at any other time. She couldn’t see the back of her own head, so why should she concern herself with what it looked like? But overgrown was another story. Overgrown meant itchy strands creeping under her collar, brushing across the nape of her neck, scuttling across her skin like phantom bugs, and sending horrible little shivers down her spine.

So when she woke to that familiar, creeping scratch, she knew it was time. But of course, the thought came along with the realization that she’d forgotten to set her alarm clock the night before, and now had a mere ten minutes to sprint out the door if she wanted to make it to school on time. Somehow, she didn’t think she could fit a haircut in that window.

Cynthia jolted out of bed with a start and flew to her closet, grabbing and shimmying into the first shirt and skirt her hands touched; a horrible clash of color and pattern that Nancy was sure to give her shit for later. From there, she hopped down the hall to the bathroom, pulling socks she hoped were clean over her feet as she went, vaguely aware of the phone ringing and her dad’s voice answering. In the bathroom, she squeezed a drop of Ipana onto her toothbrush from a tube that was long past the point of needing to be replaced. She scrubbed at her teeth for approximately three seconds before spitting the foam down the sink. Reaching for her comb, she spared herself a glance at her reflection in the mirror, and yeah, she definitely needed that haircut.

The sides of her hair almost reached her chin. Or at least the right side did; the left side was sticking straight up where she slept on it. Her bangs were long enough to be ruffled by a particularly strong huff of breath. She didn’t want to think about what was happening in the back at this point. If she had a hair ribbon, she wouldn’t be surprised if she was able to tie at least part of it up in the world’s worst ponytail. This was, without a doubt, the longest her hair had been in years. How had she let it come to this?

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[lollytea]

You so right he d randomly start playing w his hair n before he d notice he s already reminiscing willow cutting hair and gently tilting his chin to check whether everything s even

Do you think Hunter d be brave enough to ask Willow for another haircut later?

Since Hunter haven t said anything directly to willow after LR speculating abt how they interact drives me insane/lh

Rn it seems like Hunter d think about it really think about it (trying to manifest it into reality) while feeling too awkward to do so

But then (the best girl ever) Willow d chat up how his hair is growing longer n what r his plans. all while subtly mentioning she d be gladly help out again

Silly little hubtlow haircut thoughts

He WILL be twirling through a strand of it while he thinks about it. Literally drowning in the memory of all these gentle touches that somehow zap through him like electric shocks. A stroke across his forehead as she brushes his choppy bangs out of the way, two fingers to his chin as she draws his head up to the light, to her bright green eyes. How she playfully ruffled through it once she was done and said "You look really nice! <3"

Hunter was almost reluctant to wash his hair after that. He only did so when he reasoned that she had made it look so nice so the least he could do was keep it from getting all greasy and gross.

Here's the thing about haircuts tho....if you cut it short enough it takes quite a while before you need another one. So Hunter probably won't need his hair trimmed again for months probably. And by that time...will he still be awkward around Willow. Judging from what we know, probably not...

But let's say that he is. A few months later and some things are very different but some things remain the same. He doesn't know how to ask. Would it be annoying if he asked? He keeps running his fingers through it whenever she's around, just to draw attention to how long it's getting.

He's taken by surprise when Willow reaches over and brushes it back from his forehead and smiles. Just like she did when she trimmed it that one time.

"Getting long, huh?" She says.

"Oh. Yeah. Pretty annoying."

"You plan on cutting it?"

"I've been...thinking about it..."

"Mm." Her brow creases together. "I mean...I guess you'd want to have it done by somebody who knows what they're doing this time haha..."

She looks almost disappointed.

'I never said that!" Hunter blurts out, far more panicked then it should have been.

His full face is bathed in a mortified flush but the laughter Willow erupts in is overjoyed.

"I'll get the scissors!" She sounds utterly giddy.

Makes me crazy to think about that haircut potentially being the first of many.

Hunter at 28, blowing overgrown bangs out of his eyes when he hears a familiar set of footsteps sneaking up from behind. He feels a finger wind itself around a strand at the nape of his neck. A woman's exasperated tutting bounces off his eardrums, bringing a grin to his lips.

"Who allowed your hair to grow so shaggy?"

"Well, the lady who usually trims it has been busy lately. Being the best and brightest witch of the Boiling Isles has her worked off her feet."

"She'll just have to pencil you in for tonight then because this is atrocious.'

"I'd appreciate it. If she has time."

"She'll make time. If it's for you."

[chloefashionthroughtime]

Hairstyles in the Victorian Era:

In her own right, Queen Victoria was a fashion icon. During her reign, she popularised the "Apollo Loop," which consisted of a simple or coiled plait of artificial hair linked to wires to form eye-catching loops worn vertically on top of the head. However, the usage of extravagant wigs gave way to cleaner, kinder appearances. The Victorian era was about living more simply than the preceding one. Hairstyles grew more natural and modest throughout time, with hair separated in the centre, gathered into a bun or coil, and curls let to flow gently at the sides of the head. Hairstyles reflected societal goals and social developments throughout this time period. The Industrial Revolution witnessed the emergence of the middle classes and the introduction of new clothing and hairstyles. By the 1850s, women's hairstyles included hairpieces purchased from new department stores. Furthermore, women began to use soap to clean their hair, but this act stripped away oils, leaving the hair stringy and dry. Vegetable oil and even bear grease were used to restore the lustre of hair. Toward the end of the nineteenth century, the Marcell Wave, designed by Marcel Grateau's "curling iron," became a fashionable hairstyle that allowed for the creation of a more natural-looking wave rather than a curl. Because Victorians connected hair with life and love, it was customary for women to include lockets of hair into mourning jewellery following the death of a loved one.

The majority of haircuts in the 1840s were basic and symmetrical. Long hair was parted in the middle and draped over the ears and sides before being pulled back into a centre crown bun. Lace, flower, and leaf crowns/headbands sat on the head with a flat top and luxuriant sides in the evenings. Ringlet curls might also be worn on the sides. Princess Eugenia influenced hairstyles and outfit trends throughout the 1850s and 1860s. Her hair was styled in a centre part with ringlet curls dripping down one shoulder. Flowers were added to attend elegant balls or in the presence of a gentleman caller. Ringlets on both sides of the face for little girls were popular, as were the chignon bun and twisted knots at the nape of the neck for all ladies. In the 1840s, concealing the full ear was fashionable, but a partial covering was the usual. During the 1860s, hairstyles included a net-covered chignon that was pulled back up the head and coiled loosely and widely to make the hair appear larger. Tight backward rolls might offer some framing around the face. However, hair was usually pushed back smoothly. Braids originating above or below the ears and draped to the back resembled a short pageboy haircut from the front. A ribbon or crochet yarn hair net embellished with beads wrapped the head in the back or merely over the loose chignon. An undetectable hair net was also used to keep hair in a horseshoe shape low on the neck. Curls on the sides and back were worn for both day and nighttime appearances. Every woman's vanity required a hot curling iron. The iron created waves around the face and corkscrew curls that hung from the ears to the shoulders. Curls were carried up to the temples as the decade progressed toward the 1870s. Engenin rolls were sausage-like tubes that could be rolled from the crown to the rear. Two lengthy ringlet curls were flung over shoulders and to the front from behind the enormous bun.

A full head of ringlet curls pinned back with a lovely comb might be worn by young girls and ladies. Long curls, braids, plaits, and twists flowing down the middle back became fashionable in the 1870s. For a dishevelled effect, the front was waved/frizz curled. Mature ladies had their hair in a high ponytail on the back of their heads, with a few ringlet curls falling down. Long sausage curls remained trendy, whether pulled back with combs or loosely flowing down the sides. Women with long hair who pulled it back tightly may have it curled into a "tail" that reached the waist. A tortoiseshell comb could frequently be seen peaking over the top of the head. Another trendy look that ladies liked was braided brown hair. The hair was divided in the centre, and two long braids rose to round the entire crown, like a hair crown or hat. The most popular portion was still the central part, but a side part or un-parted smooth top was an alternative. Ears were totally visible. A few wispy strands of hair might be used to frame the brow. Ladies with naturally curly hair might simply leave half of their hair done on top and the other half loose. Hair was braided and moulded into buns in high hefty forms. Large rollers were laid horizontally or vertically long. Hairstyles of the 1890s were piled high on top of the crown, in tight coils and curls, with fluffy bangs or fringe over the brow. The top was flat so that little ornate hats may be worn. Hair was maintained simple and low at the neck at home. The piled hair was meticulously curled and pushed even higher for evenings. The Gibson girl pompadour substituted loose round bouffants and a tiny bun at the middle crown for tight curls.

Referencing:

Vintage Dancer. (2022). Victorian Hairstyles 1840s, 1850s ,1860s ,1870s ,1880s ,1890s. [Online]. Vintage Dancer. Last Updated: 17 January 2022. Available at: https://vintagedancer.com/victorian/victorian-hairstyles-1840-1890/ [Accessed 8 December 2022].

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"Uwah! This will be the first time I'll be attending a house party! Especially celebrating Krom's birthday! In his house!"

"[N/n], stop grinning. You look like an idiot," Zelda sweat-dropped at her younger sister's evident excitement. "You too, Cannae."

May 10th. The day was no other than the birthday of their co-star and precious friend, Krom Ledios.

To celebrate his birthday, his family — practically his older brother — decided to throw a house party for the blue-haired male. For the first time in many years, Krom will be able to experience a typical birthday party that he has experienced since he was young. But this time compared to before, he had his precious friends and colleagues to celebrate it with him.

Zelda, [Y/n], and Cannae finally arrived at the Ledios estate. The car screeched to a stop in front of the large gate and tall walls, and one by one, they got off. It didn't take long for the gates to be opened by the guards outside and a butler came to fetch the trio. The man looked rather young, probably not much older than Zelda. He was wearing a dark green suit and white shirt with suspenders. His hair was cut short and slicked back as if it were part of a business haircut. 

"Good afternoon, ladies. I'm Jeremy, the butler of the Ledios family," the man gave a slight bow in greeting. "The other guests are already waiting inside. Let me guide you there."

"Thanks, Jeremy," Zelda nodded.

Finally entering the estate grounds, Jeremy guided the three females through the garden. It was certainly a sight to behold, especially for the young actress as this is her first time visiting her colleague's home. [Y/n] didn't expect that the land space inside the wall was even wider. The garden was filled with different types of flowers, plants, and trees, all neatly arranged. There were several flower beds scattered around the place as well, and a small pond surrounded by rocks. It was beautiful.

"I'm jealous! I wish our house was as big as Krom's! But then again, we don't have that much money to hire and pay workers to maintain it anyway... haaah..."

After a short journey, the four arrived at the main entrance of the Ledios household. The house was huge, with what seemed to be a three-story building. As soon as Jeremy opened the door, three pairs of different-colored eyes widened and stared at the interior of the cozy home. [Y/n] could describe it best as elegant. Everything seemed to fit together beautifully. Even some things seemed to be in perfect proportion and there was almost no clutter at all. And the furniture looked brand new; everything was smooth and shining. The house was decorated elegantly. And this was just the main hall!

"Whoah... I wish I could live here..." Cannae mused, her bright green eyes sparkling.

Her [h/c]-haired cousin nodded. "Mhm. Me too."

"Jeremy? Is that the guests?" a woman's voice entered their ears.

The three girls whipped their attention toward the woman who slowly approached them. She looked like someone in her fifties, maybe early sixties. Her faded blue hair was tied into a bun at the nape of her neck, with two side braids going down from her forehead and framing her face. She wore a black fitted long-sleeved dress with a grey cardigan and black flats. Her facial features were attractive, despite having a few wrinkles here and there.

The woman halted a few feet away from them, but the three females could only stare at her, speechless at her beauty.

"She has to be Krom's mother, right? Uwah... So gorgeous..."

"Good evening, madam," Jeremy bowed. "Yes. Here are the young master's remaining guests that he told me to wait for."

"Good evening Mrs. Ledios," the raven-haired actress replied politely while trying to keep a straight face.

After breaking out of her trance, the greenette also offered a shy bow. "Good evening..."

"Good evening," [Y/n] managed to mutter out.

"Oh, please don't stand on ceremony with me. Please call me Marie. Everyone does," the older female replied with a smile, chuckling at the girls' demeanor. "My son is with the others in the common room. Jeremy, please take them there."

"Of course, madam," at that, the butler turned to them. "Shall we, ladies?"

After the brief encounter with Marie Ledios, Krom's mother, Jeremy guided the three girls toward the common room. The entire time, [Y/n] can't stop her heart from racing inside her chest, her mind wandering. Everything that happened today and will happen later felt like a dream. The young actress knew that some of her colleagues were famous and had an influential family background. She was blessed and lucky enough to be on the same level as an actress. However, she never imagined being able to experience these kinds of things.

"How lucky I am..."

"Young master? I brought your guests," After knocking to inform them of his presence, Jeremy then opened the large double doors to the common room.

Inside were their other friends and colleagues. All of them were dressed up in semi-formal wear and some of them were sitting or standing around, discussing something, whilst laughing. When they heard the door open and revealed the latecomers, they paused and shifted their attention to the girls.

"You guys are finally here," Charles let out an exhale, crossing his arms.

"Sorry to keep you guys waiting," Zelda said, walking over to everyone.

"It's no problem. I'm glad you girls arrived safe and sound," Krom smiled warmly at them. "I hope it wasn't awkward for you three. Brother decided to throw me a house party out of the blue and asked me to invite all of you."

The raven-haired woman chuckled. "It's fine. I'm honored to be invited to your birthday party."

[Y/n] took this time to observe the room and its inhabitants. Jeremy had been long gone, the doors to the common room already closed. Zaira, Charles, Krom, and her older sister engaged in a conversation. In one corner, Mikhail and Lyn were arguing. The pink-haired teen was playing something on her phone while her older cousin was watching her over her shoulders. Soon, Cannae bounded over them, a wide grin spreading across her face. On an adjacent couch were Dhurahan and Lairei, the two childhood friends peacefully drinking their beverage and conversing. Aslan was sitting by himself, deep in thought as he stared into his glass of wine. As for his daughter and nephew, they were walking around the room with Schneider and Solphi, admiring the intricate pieces of furniture and decorations.

"Since everyone's here, we could start the celebration," the birthday boy began clapping his hands loudly to gain everyone's attention, which immediately made everyone stop whatever they were doing. "Brother Gerald planned to have a dinner party later this evening. But in the meantime, we could do something else."

Immediately, a light bulb appeared above the [h/c]ette's head. "How about a house tour, Krom?!"

The blue-haired male turned around, his surprised lime-green hues landing on [Y/n]'s excited features. The others also muttered to themselves, seemingly on board with the idea. 

"Sure, why not?"

A new voice cut through the atmosphere, surprising everyone. [Y/n] whipped her head around and saw a familiar face. The man had the same shade of blue hair as Krom's, his hairstyle shorter and more business-like. He leaned on the slightly opened door with arms crossed, a large smile plastered on his face. Just from the appearance alone, the girl knew that this was Gerald Ledios, Krom's older brother.

"Brother..."

"I've told the chefs to prepare a fancy evening dinner for you guys later. So, why not have fun, Krom? It's your birthday, after all," Gerald suggested. "After the tour, you guys can watch a couple of movies in our home theater. Maybe have a karaoke. We also have an outdoor pool so you can soak and have fun in the water. The choices are endless."

"Uwah... a home theater?" Schneider's brown orbs sparkled at that.

Mikhail placed a hand under his chin, pondering. "Karaoke, huh..."

"Swimming pool..." the Valkarios cousins drawled out, their eyes shimmering.

Upon seeing the different reactions from his younger brother's co-stars and friends, Gerald can't help but have a smile on his face. They seem so impressed and excited by his home. What's more, Krom seemed to be more spirited when he was surrounded by them. So, having to throw a house party for his younger brother's birthday and inviting his colleagues was a great idea.

"I'll leave you guys to your own devices. Don't forget to have fun, Krom," With that said, Gerald bid goodbye to the group, waving at them as he disappeared from their sight.

"Your brother is something, isn't he?" Zaira stated, glancing at the blue-haired male.

Charles shrugged, but a smile emerged on his face. "Gerald was always like that. Still doting on his younger brother."

"Please stop saying embarrassing things," Krom flushed, frowning at his childhood friend's words. "Anyway, I guess we could have a brief house tour."

"Yay!"

Simultaneously, the youngsters in the group cheered, all of them equally excited to explore Krom's house. Schneider was so excited that he kept murmuring to himself, only stopping after Axel placed an arm around the shorter boy's shoulder. Alev was also excited, as seen on her face, but she was holding herself back. On the other hand, Solphi pretended not to show interest, but her cerulean eyes were sparkling brightly. Cannae and Lyn were already planning on what to do later on. Last but not least, [Y/n] was trying hard not to let a goofy grin decorate her face.

Nonetheless, Krom led everyone outside as he began the quick tour of his abode.

"Here on the second floor, we had most of the entertainment amenities here. We had the home theater that brother said and some others."

Krom led the group through the halls of his large house, stopping by every room and explaining what was inside. Often, he would open the door and let his friends take a peek inside the room. They've already finished exploring the first floor, which housed most of the common amenities such as the kitchen, common room, dining hall, and such. And now they were on the second floor, already halfway through the house tour.

"Krom's house is so big I bet I could have fun playing hide and seek here."

"'Sup, my brothers," [Y/n] glided next to Schneider and Axel who were walking together.

The brown-haired male smiled at the girl's sudden appearance. "Hey."

"[Y/n], 'sup," Axel greeted back, placing an arm around her shoulders as usual. "Enjoying the house tour?"

"Yep. Exploring at least one of my friend's houses has always been on my bucket list."

The tall ravenette chuckled. "I don't think a house tour counts as exploring."

"Don't ruin it," the girl pouted, lightly glaring at the tanned male. "Besides, older sis wanted me to behave when at another people's house so I can't just go off on my own. I don't want to trouble Krom on his birthday."

"Right, right."

"Anyway, how's your guys' night so far?"

"I've always admired Krom so being invited to his birthday celebration at his house was like a dream come true," Schneider admitted, his cheeks coated with the color pink and his gaze averted to the ground.

The girl nodded. "Mhm. How about you, Axel?"

"Not bad. Besides, it's fun since Uncle and Alev also attended. And of course, you guys are here too."

"Right," she chuckled.

Halfway through the tour, [Y/n] separated from the boys. She then trudged over to another group she saw by the front of the crowd. As they wrapped up the second floor and went to another level of the house, the [h/c]-haired actress caught up with a certain trio.

"Hey, care to let me join in your shenanigans?"

"Oh, [Y/n]!" Lyn faced the other female, eyes wide before she let out a grin. "You surprised me there!"

"We're just talking about stuff," Cannae puckered her lips, blinking innocently at her older cousin.

"Huh..." the other girl raised an eyebrow, nevertheless, she chuckled and moved over to the silverette's side, immediately linking her arms around his. "You're awfully quiet today, huh, Mikhail?"

"Am I?" he tilted his head, a hand under his chin as he pondered over her words.

"He's just in his world as usual," Lyn rolled her eyes, shaking her head slightly as if exasperated about him.

The other two girls laughed softly while the silverette glared at his cousin. "At least I'm not like a certain someone."

And just like that, [Y/n] watched as the two exchanged silent glares, both of them trying to intimidate the other. The green and [h/c]-haired girls stayed behind the Blake cousins, watching in amusement as they tried to push each other away from each other, as though they were arguing with telepathy. Soon, they arrived at the third floor and began focusing on the birthday boy as he briefed everyone about the rooms there.

"The cool evening breeze and the warm water is such as perfect combination..."

"You look like you're satisfied enough to finally melt," Lairei commented upon seeing a certain girl relax on the edge of the pool.

[Y/n] lazily opened an orb, staring at the olive-green-haired woman sitting next to her. "Mhm."

After the house tour Krom had conducted, he decided to let his friends suggest whatever they wanted to do before they had dinner later that night. Of course, since the people attending were mostly young adults, everyone agreed to have fun at his outdoor pool. It wasn't even a surprise since he told his friends that other than an evening house party, he also invited them to an overnight stay at his place. Of course, everything was planned by Gerald and Krom just agreed to it.

Now, everyone was already in their swimwear and relaxing in the pool. Since it's an outdoor pool, the water temperature wasn't too cold, but not too warm either. They were enjoying themselves immensely. Everyone was chatting happily among themselves, swimming laps or diving into the shallow parts of the pool. Some were lying down, reading, and others were having a quiet chat. The stars twinkled above them and the beautiful moon was enough to make [Y/n] mesmerized.

"Here, Lairei. I got you some juice," a certain brunette walked over to the woman, giving her the glass as he sat next to her and dipped his legs in the water.

She smiled at him. "Thanks, Dhurahan."

[Y/n] shifted her head in her arms, leaning on one cheek to see her friends. "I'm glad you were able to attend today, Dhurahan."

"Huh? Oh, yeah," the man rubbed his temple sheepishly.

Lairei had a minuscule smile on her lips hiding beneath the glass. "I had to make sure this big guy wasn't swamped with paperwork and work all day. That's why I brought him to celebrate Krom's birthday today."

"Heh..." the younger girl narrowed her eyes at the man, scrutinizing him which he felt small under her gaze. "Overworking is a big no-no. If it wasn't for Lairei, you wouldn't be able to enjoy and celebrate Krom's birthday."

"Right," Dhurahan slumped his shoulders, sweatdropping as he felt like being scolded by the teen.

The olive-green-haired woman chuckled at the exchange. Nevertheless, she was glad that she was able to get Dhurahan away from that office. She thought for sure that the male would be overwhelmed with all the paperwork he had piled up and would lose track of time in the process. That would have made him stressed and irritable. That's why when the chance to attend Krom's birthday party presented itself, she didn't hesitate to take the chance.

"Don't worry, [Y/n], I've got my eyes on this guy," the woman said with a smirk. "How about playing with the others? It would be a shame if you didn't enjoy today to the fullest."

"Mhm, you're right," at her words, the young [h/c]ette pushed her body away from the edge of the pool. "See you two later~"

After waving to the two childhood friends, she swam over to the other side of the pool where a certain redhead and blonde were, accompanied by no other than Aslan. The three of them were bundled by the edge of the pool, slightly in the deeper part of it. Aslan and Alev were teaching Solphi how to swim. Solphi never learned how to swim, but it seems that she was doing well for the first time. [Y/n], herself, didn't know how to swim either — she just knew how to stay afloat horizontally. That's why she always had to stay by the edge of the pool whenever she swam, using it as leverage and ensuring she wouldn't drown.

"Heyyo~" she greeted, as usual, wading towards them with her hands on the edge of the pool.

"Hey, [Y/n]," Aslan gave the girl a large grin.

"What you guys up to?"

"Just teaching Solphi how to swim," Alev replied before turning to face the other girl. "She's still having trouble."

The [h/c]ette hummed. "I see."

"Do you want me to teach you as well?" the older man asked her, noticing how she never removed her hand from the edge.

"Ah... Well, I guess so..." she trailed off, feeling a little hesitant about learning how to swim, yet she nodded nonetheless. 

While [Y/n] certainly wanted to know how to swim for a better experience in the water with her friends and for survival in case of any water-related incidents that may happen in the future, at the same time, she felt embarrassed to be taught by her fellow actors. Still, [Y/n] found it difficult to say 'no' to Aslan, especially when he was smiling brightly at her. So, with a reluctant heart, she agreed.

After all, when will she learn if not now?

"Alright. Let's do this!"

After an hour of swimming at the outdoor pool, everyone headed inside and changed into more comfortable clothes. Krom had been informed that their dinner party would be served at 8 in the evening, meaning that they have at least two and a half hours to find ways to entertain themselves. So, of course, the blue-haired man decided to treat his friends to his home theater.

Other than Charles, Krom didn't have that many friends in his childhood. That's why when he decided to take a shot at the movie industry because of his best friend's influence, he felt really happy to have met with his colleagues and friends. Right now, he can't stop butterflies from fluttering in his stomach at the sight of everyone's joyful expressions, especially [Y/n]'s whose face lit up like the stars in the night.

As everyone arrived at the large room, Krom guided them toward the middle where the large semi-circle couch was located. The couch was big and long enough to fit at least 15 people sitting there. There was a large flat-screen television mounted on the wall in front of them, a low platform underneath it with some plants on the side. Overall, the place looked inviting and cozy.

The crew sat in their chosen space, as Krom and a couple of his staff prepared the movie and snacks for everyone to enjoy. [Y/n] sat next to her older sister by the far edge of the couch. It was still early in the evening but the young girl felt her whole body exhausted from the earlier activity she and her friends did. But despite that, the [h/c]-haired teen willed herself to stay awake as the real party will be happening later on. Besides, she also wanted to celebrate Krom's birthday in full blast so she had to stay awake for that to happen.

It didn't take long for Krom to prep the movie and the popcorn and drinks to arrive. After the lights in the room dimmed and the movie started, the man returned to his seat between Charles and Zaira. Small murmurs echoed around the room, being swallowed up by the loud sound coming from the speakers. The group watched the film in utter silence except for some laughs now and then and snorts when an unexpected scene or action scene appeared. The atmosphere relaxed with laughter and light chatter. And then, after what seemed like forever, the credits started showing on the screen in black and white.

"That was an interesting movie!" Axel cheered, stretching his limbs.

"You've got some great taste in movies, Krom," the tanned redhead complimented, smiling at her fellow actor. "Recommend me some of your favorites."

He nodded. "Mhm. Sure."

"Young master, the dinner is ready," Jeremy spoke, entering the theater room to inform everyone.

"Alright," Krom nodded in his direction. Then, he faced his friends. "Dinner's ready."

"Finally~" [Y/n] cheered, skipping towards the exit first, followed by the rest.

 The LOH crew arrived at the spacious dining hall. The walls were decorated with birthday banners, streamers, and colorful balloons. The walls weren't overly decorated, leaving some room for the minimalist decor of the room to blend in perfectly with the birthday furnishings laid after. There's also a banner hanging above the table, which read: Happy Birthday Krom! A two-tiered cake, filled with fruits, was placed by the head of the table. The long table — which can fit about 20 people — was filled to the brim with various food.

Everyone's gaze was fixated on the variety of delicious meals presented in front of them, some had their stomachs growling just from the mere sight alone. Nonetheless, they were amazed and excited to get this party started.

"Everyone, please take a seat," Madam Marie softly said. "Krom, dear, come here."

Obliging to her words, the gang sauntered over to the table, finding their seats. Madam Marie was seated on the right side of the table, right next to the head where Krom stood. On the male's left, was Gerald's seat, who came inside shortly after. Aslan took the seat next to the matriarch, his nephew and adopted daughter sitting next to him. Charles took the seat next to Gerald, and next to him was Zaira. Lairei and Dhurahan sat next to each other on the right side of the table. Solphi took the seat next to her best friend, and Cannae took that seat next to the blonde. Zelda and [Y/n] were the farthest from where Krom was seated, and in front of them were the Blake siblings, with Schneider seated next to Dhurahan.

After everyone had settled down in their respective spaces, that's when the party started. A couple of workers brought in the numerous gifts that were for Krom. The surprise was etched on the man's face, his lime-green hues widening at the amount of various-sized gifts being piled on the side. Seeing his reaction made [Y/n]'s expression soften, especially since the man never truly expected anything else on his birthday. But despite that not everyone was able to attend his birthday celebration today, they still remember his precious day and send gifts to show their love and care.

"It's really rare to see him smile like this..."

"Everyone, I thank you all for attending my son's birthday tonight," Marie began, her lime-green hues scanning the faces of her guests. It didn't take long for a small smile to appear on her lips. "I'm grateful that Krom had met such wonderful colleagues as you all. Growing up, he never had any other friend than Charles, so seeing him with all of you brings me at ease. Thank you for celebrating his precious day with us."

Everyone gave mild applause at the woman's sincere words, even witnessing Krom's face flushed red, flustered, and moved by his mother's words. It has been several years since Krom last heard such kind compliments, so, how could he not be affected by them?

They then focused on Krom. The handsome man looked nervous but tried hard not to let it show as much as possible. He knew that all eyes were on him, which was why he chose a speechless posture, trying his hardest to control his emotions and hide how moved he was. But still, a grateful smile broke through and settled on his lips, eyes glossy.

"Even as an adult, my younger brother can still become emotional," Gerald remarked while looking at his brother. His tone sounded amused but he was completely serious. "He always acts tough but we all know what he is deep inside. That's why when he met all of you and formed deep friendships, Mother and I were glad."

"Gerald... that's embarrassing..." Krom muttered to his older brother, a light crease evident in between his brows.

Nonetheless, the man only smirked. "That's why I'm grateful that he met all of you. Thank you for celebrating his birthday with us."

Once again, the room was filled with light claps and a few comments here and there thrown to Krom. After a few minutes as silence ensued, the cake was lit and everyone sang the birthday boy a happy birthday. [Y/n] witnessed everything unfold — from the music playing to the candles lighting up on the cake to Krom's expression of pure happiness. Just seeing the man's handsome smile was enough to make her heart skip a beat, and she felt her heartstrings tug in her chest at the beautiful display that she saw unfolding before her eyes.

The girl's eyes softened, a permanent smile plastered on her lips.

"Happy birthday, Krom... I wish you all the best."

[oftoska]

Pax shifted from his spot beside them. His head rest on his paws and while he appeared the spirit of calm he was always ready. Mal knew it. The bond between them had been forged years prior under the scrutinizing eyes of superior officers ready to shout and holler over any small indiscretion. But the world had ended and those men were gone and Mal had survived with Pax. They moved as one and it was easy to believe a mental link had been established between them, an emotional one. Man was a dog and a dog was man.

And this man was getting his hair cut.

The duality rest in his ability to sit perfectly still despite being anxious. He always stood taller than he was, sat perfectly rigid with his spine upright and shoulders too tight - ready to bear the weight of responsibility. He took up too much space with his legs. "Manspreading" one of his bedmates had called it once, but he couldn't help the width of himself at rest. Palms were flat on his knees and there, there was the problem. The fingers and the way they ticked. The restlessness that didn't pass or phase over his features, except maybe the occasional tightening of his jaw.

The rhythmic clipping of the scissors was almost relaxing. In another life he might had closed his eyes and allowed himself the opportunity to sink into the strange cadence of it. This was not that life, not where sudden creaks could mean life-threatening danger. Though he'd secured their shelter enough when they'd chosen this place to stop, though he'd checked it time and again, there was no option to truly relax. He even slept with one eye open. He wasn't sure Pax had a good night's rest since it all started, either.

"See? Now we're even. You saved my life, and I saved yours."

Her voice was melodic. She sounded pleased with herself and the job she'd completed - noted by the soft thunk of the scissors being set down on the table beside him. He could feel the little hairs tickling the nape of his neck. Mal hummed a short note, rose a hand to scrub at the back of his head and rifle his fingers and palm through strands that were longer than he'd ever allowed himself (or been allowed).

"You sure you want to call even-Steven on a haircut?" He needed a shower. Maybe he could give himself a sink bath from the well pump outside, heat it up over a little fire. Ladies first, though. From beside him Pax snorted and lifted his head enough to look at Mal fully. Judgmental guy.

Still, it was easier to have company with eyes that could even out the back of his head than doing it himself. Mal was sure he'd eventually take a buzzer to the whole thing and start fresh. "Thank you." A beat passed and he stood, brushing the hair from his shoulders. He dared crack a grin, something lop-sided and nearly cheeky. "Your turn?"

@stingslikeabee + prompt (accepting).

[msminhazseo]

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[mavrintarou]

[10:17 AM] - Miya Atsumu

I got caught up with just finally being able to relax and breathe that I caught the writer's block... I think I'm getting it back.

Warning: Fluff; smut (18+)

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For someone who is a professional athlete and the main setter for MSBY Black Jackal, Miya Atsumu hated change.

As a setter there will be moments where you would have to change and adapt to the situation to earn the point.

Atsumu had no problem with that.

But when it came to his hairdresser of many years informing him of her retirement… he felt uneasy about that. Mrs. Yammato has been the only one to touch and color his hair.

Atsumu had fucked up his hair once and that was enough for him to make sure to have a career and salary to keep up with the artificial blond. Mrs. Yammato was there to save his hair and since then, he has always gone to her to take care of his locks.

“Ms. Y/L will do a fine job at continuing to keep your hair just the way you want it. I have faith in her.” The older lady assured, “I wouldn’t recommend her if I knew she couldn’t do the work. I’ve trained her well and I have to say, Ms. Y/L is better than me. You might find yourself interested in something else once you see what she can do.”

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Atsumu arrived early because he has stupidly stressed himself out and needed to come extra early to see how this Y/n worked.

If anyone saw his expression, they would instantly know he was not impressed underneath that mask. With a brow slightly raised, he watched how she giggled and talked to an older lady.

For someone who is good with his hands, he judged her with her handwork, and it was not to his liking.

How did Mrs. Yammato think this woman would be able to take care of his hair?

“Yay, Ms. Y/L made me look handsome again!”

Atsumu’s head snapped to the left, he didn’t realize there was a hairdresser in the corner. The child in the chair happily smiled and laughed, saying how he loves his new hair. The hairdresser who is the real Y/n smiles, and it made Atsumu’s heart skip.

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“Miya-san?”

Atsumu’s eyes shift through the mirror in front of him to her eyes. His cheeks flushed.

When she put the cap around his shoulders and her bare fingers brushed against his nape… he nearly groaned on the spot and his mind went into the gutters.

He couldn’t help but imagine how her soft touch would feel around his cock.

“Sorry?”

Her mouth curved, “I’m just confirming, today you’re only here for a haircut, right?” She threads her fingers through his blond locks, “I don’t think we need to touch up just yet, so just a cut?”

“Uh – yes.”

Not even a second passed, Atsumu’s mind has already wondered off to how stunningly beautiful she is.

Atsumu fancy women with long hair, it gives him the opportunity to be able to thread his thick strong fingers through it and tug it back when he’s hitting it from behind.

He was the many men who did not like women with short hair, especially hair short like his.

But his heart is softening…

“I promise I’ll take care of your hair just as good as Mrs. Yammato.” She smiles sweetly.

Atsumu hums and watches her carefully as she switches her focus to trimming his hair first. Whenever she would touch his ears, he would fight the urge to groan at the tingle that shot down to his groin.

“Alright, let’s move to the sink now,” she coos as if he’s a child. If Atsumu did not fancy her panties, he would roll his eyes.

He followed her like an obedient child, hoping he would get an award for following directions.

The moment Atsumu closed his eyes and allowed her to comb her fingers through his hair with warm water, he nearly lost it. Her nails grazed his scalp, and he couldn’t help but wonder how they would feel down his back when he takes her slow and deep. Or… against his thighs when she sucks him off.

“You okay?”

His eyes snap open, seeing Y/n peer down at him with a curious look. “Is the water too hot?”

“No, it’s fine.” He assures quickly, closing his eyes. “Your hand feels nice.”

She chuckles, “I’ve been told that many times.”

Atsumu frowns even with his eyes closed, not pleased to hear that. How many other times has she given other male clients a head massage?

Though it was only five minutes or less, Atsumu can’t remember when the last time was, he felt that relaxed having someone give him a head massage.

She turns the water off and reaches over his face to grab the towel and at that exact moment, Atsumu opens his eyes to see her chest looming right over his face. She lifts his head and wraps the soft fluffy towel around before drying his hair. He resists the urge to rest his head against her chest.

He continues to watch her as she blows dries his hair and runs her fingers through the short locks now.

The blower dryer turned off and Atsumu inhaled, his time was coming to an end.

“I want to go shorter!” he blurts.

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“How many times are you going to get a haircut?” Sakusa Kiyoomi questioned, “I’ve never seen you with such short hair before?”

Atsumu ignores him, his teammates have been bugging him and wondering who this person of interest is that got him changing his hair cut.

He rubs the back of his head, the short buzz cut that he has been telling Y/n to go higher and higher each time.

Unfortunately, Atsumu couldn’t go any shorter.

All his life, Atsumu’s hair always grew fast.

Except now.

He needed an excuse to go back to the salon.

To see Y/n.

He’s already bought all the products she recommended.

“I almost didn’t recognize you.” Mo, the bartender who often serves Atsumu. “Nice cut, makes you look sharp.”

“Thanks,” Atsumu mumbled, raising his cup.

“What’s with the depressing look?”

“I want to bang the hairstylist who has been cutting my hair shorter and shorter each time.” He sets his glass of whisky down, “unlike other times, I can’t find myself asking her out.”

“Just be a man and ask her out, what’s there to lose?”

Before Atsumu could think about what was there to lose, the person who enters the bar next catches his eyes.

“Is that her?” Mo interrupts his thoughts. “She’s cute, but I would have thought you’d go for someone like her though…”

Whatever Mo said went over Atsumu’s head.

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“It’s not every night that I run into one of Japan’s greatest setters.”

She is totally flirting with me, Atsumu thinks to himself.

He smiles, “it’s not every night that I would even imagine running into my greatest hair stylist.”

She looked away and even under the dim lights of the bar, Atsumu could see the faint blush on her cheeks. She looks up, with a composed smile on her face. “I don’t know if Mrs. Yammoto will be happy to hear that.”

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It’s her gasp that made him pull back, a string of saliva bridging from her lips to his. “Sorry… I got carried away.”

Her eyes drop to his lips, “no,” she whispers breathless, “I… I like it.”

Atsumu looks into her eyes, searching for any sign for him to make his desperate next move.

“God, Y/n… I want you. I want you so bad. Please,” he begs, “please have sex with me.”

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Atsumu’s go-to position is usually hitting it from behind.

But with Y/n, he wanted to see her.

See the look she makes when he’s deep inside of her.

See the look she makes when he takes her to his heaven.

He hooks both legs with his arms, pushing her legs down but spread widely to fit him as he rocks his hips slowly, feeling her tight walls contract around his thick cock.

When she informed him that it’s been a long time since she’s had sex, Atsumu needed to dial himself back.

He promised her he’ll be gentle. This time.

“Open your eyes…” he mumbles, “look at me as I make you cum.”

Her dark eyes open and they burn with the same amount of passion as his.

Atsumu thrusts a little harder and deeper, earning himself a whimper that was music to his ears. He smirks, “more… I wanna hear you…”

She shakes her head, but lewd cries continue to leave her lips when he thrusts harder and harder.

He chokes back a groan, feeling himself close to cumming. “Lets – lets cum together…”

Y/n reaches and cups his face, pulling his lips to hers. “Ah… tsumu…”

His name slipping past her lips had him groaning, hips trembling as he cums hotly into the condom. Her walls flutter around his cock as she chases her own high.

He lets her legs drop and supports the weight of his upper body, towering over her as they share this silent intimate moment.

Panic arises in him as he senses sudden hesitation. “Hey…” He pulls her away from that path, “I – I know this isn’t the best time to bring this up but it’s now or never…” Her eyes bore into his as he brings himself to say the next words, “I really like you and I sort of got this out of order… but I like to take you out on a date… please?”

His heart nearly stopped when the corner of her lips curved and she whispers, “okay, I’d like that.”

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>>> @callmeraider @amarinthe @chaotic-fangirl-blog @eadyladlegard

E/n: nothing edited, just need to get this out. Now, off to finishing the other stories!

[raebayhc]

Girls Night Out

warnings: implied virgin, fingering, lesbian implied, bi implied, public sex, smut, fluff, angst

word count: 2164

summary: you along with your groups of friends decide to have a girls' night for the first time in a while, things get heated and your friends end up taking turns using your body.

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It was a Thursday night and you along with the other ladies who went to the same college as you decided to go out and have a girls’ night. Yall planned on going to see a movie, going out for drinks, then finally retiring to Sasha’s barn where yall planned to stay up late telling spooky stories trying to freak one another out. Normally you wouldn’t agree to something like this because socially you were a lost cause, you had many friends and were very close to them. However, when it came to hanging out in large groups and even going out in public with the group, that’s when you started to get anxious. Your friends always had your back though and you knew that. Ultimately you decide not to fret too much and just have fun.

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It was the beginning of a very long night, you and pieck were roommates so yall got ready at the same time and left together to meet everyone else at the theatre. On the ride there pieck looked over to you and broke the silence- “if it becomes too much just let me know, I’m good to go home anytime.. Okay darling?” she patted your thigh and you nodded waiting for her warm hand to leave its place. It never did. She kept her hand on your thigh occasionally tapping to the beat of the music she turned on after yall briefly spoke. You felt your cheeks begin to warm as you peered out the window. Nobody within the group of friends knew you swung that way you wouldn’t dare tell them fearing the absolute worst. You knew they would love you no matter what and you never thought they would say anything hurtful but you still kept your little secret to yourself.

Piecks hand remained on you the whole car ride to the theatre. When yall arrived you hopped out of the car with intent... That intent being getting away from under piecks touch as you know you wouldn’t be able to hide your heavy breath for much longer. You played it off as getting “all excited” about seeing the movie when you really just wanted to escape. You waited as pieck slowly gathered her items and met you outside the car, yall then proceeded to walk through the glass doors into the theatre where the rest of the girls were already waiting.

“Yo what took yall so long??” Sasha said while stuffing her face full of popcorn. “Yeah, we thought we were gonna miss the movie because of you two” Ymir followed, whilst rolling her eyes. You look around to check everyone out, Historia and Ymir were clinging together, as usual, Sasha and Mikasa playing “hot hands” in the corner. You laughed as Mikasa gagged after Sasha got butter all over her hands. Pieck walked off to go meet hitch at the counter to get some candy. You giggled to yourself and told the girls that the movie was going to start soon and yall should probably head to yalls seats.

Finally, in yalls seats waiting for the movie to begin, you were sat between Sasha and Mikasa. You were definitely closer to these two than you were anyone else. Yall had been a trio since fourth grade and nothing could ever split yall apart. Nothing. All of the ladies were quite touchy with each other, it was all platonic of course. Why wouldn’t it be? Sasha snatched your right hand and hugged your shoulder burying her nose in the crook on your neck as a monster popped out at the screen. “Why would you choose a horror movie when you can't handle them” you whispered to Sasha to which she replied “because I like the way it makes me feel y/n, I get all tingly and itchy” you rolled your eyes holding back a chuckle so you wouldn’t disturb the others during the quiet scene.

You felt a slight tug at your left hand as Mikasa habitually grabs your hand. She tends to do that when she has nothing to do with her hands, it “helps her stay focused” she has explained to you a million times. Between Sashas breath on your neck and Mikasa drawing circles on your hand with her index you couldn’t help but squirm. You go to whisper something about the movie to Mikasa when she goes to do the same, your faces come within an inch of each other, noses barely touching you feel her breath out her nose as it fans across your lips. Your face turns bright pink as you halt in surprise. “I wanted to point out that actor….. Since we’ve spoken about them before…” she spoke softly. You replied with a small “me too…”. Yall have yet to part until you are broken up by screams as the movie takes a turn and Sasha yanks your arm “AHHHHH Y/N HELP!!!!!” Sasha screams in a high-pitched tone. You turn breaking your eye contact with Mikasa “Sasha! Be quiet we arent the only ones here!” you jab at her as you apologetically smile at the others in the theatre. You momentarily forgot about the moment you and Mikasa had until she takes her hand and places it on the back of your neck. Thumb swiping up and down, she pulls you a bit closer to whisper “awfully close weren’t we…” she lets that sentence linger before playfully giggling and removing her hand from your nape.

The movie was finally over and you were one of the last to leave your seat, since you decided to pick up all the popcorn Sasha had dropped after one of the jumpscares, you stand up, lifting your arms towards the ceiling, stretching and letting out a soft moan. You felt hands slither from the small of your back to the front of your hips “wow y/n, you have a hot moan. Whoever sleeps with you must be lucky” Ymir says before shifting you to the side to make way for her and historia. “Ugh, Ymir how many times do I have to tell you it’s not ladylike to talk about such things so casually” “I know I know I’m sorry... But it had to be pointed out” Ymir shrugged “she does have a point y/n.. You have an attractive voice it makes sense your moans would be..” historia pitches in and she looks you up and down before continuing “h o t” she lingers on the t a bit before moving on. You could feel your arousal pooling. The ladies seem different tonight... Maybe it’s just you... Maybe it’s not... They walk out and you follow suit.

You decide to ride with hitch since yall haven’t spoken a lot tonight, you ask her about life and she goes on to rant about her boyfriend noting that he’s not good in bed and she hates his haircut, she finishes her rant off with “ugh maybe I should just switch to girls! You’d date me right y/n?” you pause for a moment then reply with a simple “who wouldn’t!” a simple sentence yet complex at the same time. She turns to you and examines your face “you know I think id be a top if I were with a girl… in fact, you’d make a perfect bottom for me..” her eyes linger a bit too long, your skin crawling whilst illuminated by the red light yall were stopped at. It flashes green and her eyes return to the road “of course if I was single and into girls hahaha” she plays it off.

Yall arrive at the bar shortly after Sasha and Mikasa who had taken the same car and followed by Ymir who carpooled with historia. Mikasa and Sahsa hand out everyone’s paper wristbands, Sasha stops in front of you takes your hand, and putting it on for you. She didn’t do it for anyone else… just you. You decided you were overthinking and you moved on, walking into the club you were bombarded with loud music busybodies and the smell of alcohol. You were stressed, so many people, so many noises, so many smells. It was overwhelming, to say the least. Pieck noticed your uneasiness and placed her hand on the small of your back, she led you to a dark hallway filled with heavy pheromones and kissing partners, past that was a bathroom to which she leads you, pushed you in, followed after you, and locked the door. “Wh-” pieck covered your mouth with a single finger, “I noticed your stress, we can leave if you need y/n” a look of sorrow on her face. “No I’m fine it was just a lot at once I’m sorry, I’m okay now” you push out with a soft smile. Her body moving closer to you she wraps an arm around you pulling you closer “baby… tell me if you need anything, mmkay?” she purrs into your neck giving it a soft peck. Your arousal beginning to pool again you squeeze your thighs.

She excuses herself letting you go and leaving the bathroom. Turning around to face the mirror you scold yourself for acting the way you are when your friends are just being nice, they’d probably feel so grossed out if they knew your cunt was getting all nice and soaked for them, you thought. “Maybe I just need to relieve some stress… yeah that's all it is… built-up stress…” you hiked up the mini skirt that you decided to wear today above your hips and you pulled your new pink lace panties to the side. Beginning to slide your fingers over your unclothed clit the door rattles “hey bear, pieck said you weren’t feeling well so I brought you a dri-” historias sentence is cut short when she looks up to see you sitting on the counter sprawled open like a book. “I’m so so-” you begin before she hurriedly shuts and locks the door behind her.

“I- i- can explain-” she cuts you off before you get a chance to explain “oh bear..” a slight purr in her voice “who knew you had such a perfect pussy?.. All this time you’ve been hiding it from me?” she pouts, you’ve never seen her act this way much less talk this way before. Shocked by her actions you freeze, she steps closer and peers up into your eyes, lifting a hand to show she has her pinky and index slightly bent, she speaks “..may I?” if this was any other night you would freak out, apologize, get dressed quickly and leave, but for some reason you cant. “Please do” a slight whininess in your voice. Taking her ring and middle finger she traces a line from your entrance to your clit making you twitch once she reaches the small bud. She chuckles a bit and continues, pushing her middle finger into you, slowly but surely, you lay your head back resting it on the mirror. A low groan leaves her throat as you tighten around her finger “y/n… can I ask you a question? Hmm?” “nghh yes” you manage to push out through cries and moans. “You’re a virgin aren’t you, bear? Nobody has ever touched this perfect little body. Nobody has ever stuck their fingers in you either, huh?” you nod trying to keep sane while her pace quickens, you squint your eyes shut forcing tears out and down the sides of your face. Your response influenced her as she moved faster prodding another finger at your entrance and pushing it in with her other. “Ahh fuck ‘ri’” RI was a name you’ve called her since yall first met, originally made because you couldn’t remember her full name but it kind of just stuck throughout the years. “I’m gonna- I think I’m g-” cut off by the feeling of her warm tongue prodding your clit, dangerously licking and lapping, boy did she know how to please, and that she did. “RI oh shit” you grab a fistful of her hair as your orgasm hits, continuing to finger fuck you and lightly lick your sensitive bud she helps you ride out your high. “..- first, right?” you couldn’t make out what she said through your hazy mindset “what RI?” she repeats “I was your first, right??” you nod with lazy eyes, she smiles a big smile then gives you a sloppy kiss, you groan into her lips.

She cleans you up then helps you off the counter. Now realizing what had just happened you panic pushing out a quick “oh my goodness ri I’m so sorry I didn’t mean to put you in that position” she chuckles “don’t worry bear there are plenty of other positions I plan to have you in” before you could really digest that she tugs at your wrist leading you out to the main hallway and back to your groups of friends. The night has only begun….

THE END Pt. 1

this is my first fanfic ever so I'm sorry if it's bad!! I will continue to improve trust me! also, this will be a multi-part series so stay updated!

[kn1feinthec0ffee]

shave and a haircut - spencer reid

bi!spencer reid x gn!reader

summary: spencer needs a haircut, and you just so happen to know how to give him one.

warnings: none really, touch starved!spence 🥺

word count: 1,293

notes: this is an uber sweet amount of softness that i will not apologize for bc i love it so very much 

also bi!spence. yeah i said it,, what ab it??

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you had noticed spencer’s thoughts about his hair even before he did. not that you were a mind reader, but you were essentially the next best thing.

you watched him constantly brush flyaway strands behind his ears to keep them out of the way as he pored over documents. the way he scrunched his nose adorably when garcia playfully tugged on a strand of it. it was obvious - to you, at least - that he wanted a change.

  “i’ve wanted it cut for a while now,” spencer exhaled, shaking his shaggy locks. “it just keeps getting in the way.”

  “i could always give you a trim if you’d like,” you inserted yourself into the conversation.

spencer’s cheeks appeared to tinge pink at the suggestion, but he quickly nodded. “if that would be okay with you?” you giggled, furling up his curls into a messy pile.

  “of course it’s okay with me, i’d do anything for you, spence.” he didn’t know how serious you were, but he felt his heart swell at your meaningful words. “can i come over, let’s say... tomorrow afternoon?”

he barely managed an awestruck nod before you were on your way. perhaps if he weren’t so busy overanalyzing what you had meant, he would’ve noticed the newfound pep in your step that lasted the rest of the day.

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  “wow,” you bobbed your head as your eyes scanned the muted tones of spencer’s apartment. “this is... exactly what i was expecting.”

  “hey,” he feigned offense. “are you saying i’m predictable?”

you pretended to be in deep contemplation at the simple query. “yes, yes i am, i think that’s exactly what i’m saying.”

spencer wanted to roll his eyes, but you were too adorable for him to possibly feel any semblance of annoyance.

once you had laid out a towel underneath the chair and clipped a cape over his shoulders, you clasped your hands together in excitement. “okay! what are we thinking?”

  “i don’t really know, something short i guess?” spencer shrugged. “you can surprise me, if you want. i trust you. just please leave it curly.”

  “it’s been short before, but that was when i used to straighten it and gel it back,” he shivered just thinking about the slick stickiness he used to slather over his hands and onto his head.

  “you did what?” you gasped. “i’ve got to see a picture of that sometime. i’m just picturing little baby reid with his hair combed over to the side.”

  “well, it was only a couple years ago, so i’m not sure if that qualifies-” spencer began.

  “oh it absolutely qualifies. once a baby, always baby. in my book anyway,” you mumbled, more to yourself than anyone else, but that didn’t stop reid from blushing once more. you always seemed to bring that out in him. “i bet you pulled a lot of ladies & gents with a hair cut like that, huh, hot shot?”

he scoffed, picturing the image of him actually having too many people trying to get with him. “oh yeah, they couldn’t get enough of me with all my statistics on kidnapping victimology and the likelihood of being abducted from high-density social situations.”

  “hey,” you curled a finger under his chin to tilt his head up towards you. “don’t do that. you sell yourself short, sweetheart. you’re much more lovely and charming than you give yourself credit for.”

at this moment, spencer was 99% sure you had no idea what you were doing to him. he was falling deeper in love with you as every minute passed, and while he enjoyed it, it was simultaneously excruciating. this is just supposed to be a haircut, he thought. get it together, spencer. you don’t wanna mess this up.

he settled on a simple, “thanks,” as you began snipping bits of hair off in a seemingly disorganized fashion. 

he was so used to haircuts being awkward and impersonal, but this was something else entirely. the soft little tugs he felt as you pulled a strand out between your fingers nearly made his heart stop. the way you hummed a tune to yourself as you diligently worked made him feel so safe and calm. 

spencer only noticed his eyes had closed when he felt the warmth radiating off of you leave him. you were stood over your tools, picking up an electric razor as you walked back over to him. “so much freedom you’ve given me,” you tutted to yourself.

he remained quiet as the repetitive buzz of the razor filled the room. you tilted his head forward, resting it gently on your torso as you gave the hair around the nape of his neck a closer shave. you weren’t entirely certain due to the volume of the razor, but you were pretty sure you had heard spencer let out a contented little whimper against the fabric of your sweater.

the realization hit you like a bus that spencer had most likely been somewhat deprived of touch for most of his life. it made sense; he never seemed to seek out touch from anyone who wasn’t a close friend or relative. a warm feeling blossomed in your heart at the thought that you were providing him with the touch he had deserved for so long.

  “having fun, pretty boy?” you mused - teasing lightly as not to mock him or hurt his feelings - giving his locks a playful tussle. spencer wanted to respond, he really did, but he was so overwhelmingly soothed. your hands were in his hair, trailing across his skin; he was resting his head against the softness of your clothing, but more importantly you as your scent enveloped him.

all he could manage was a brief, “mhm,” too blissed out to conjure up any more intelligent terms from his nearly endless vernacular. he couldn’t help the pout that graced his lips when you pulled away from him, the lack of your relaxing presence filling him with a miniscule amount of sorrow. 

  “alright, time for the big reveal,” you handed him a mirror. “what do you think? did i totally screw up?” you looked to him for his reaction. 

spencer saw that you had given him a side shave, letting his natural curls rest on top and flop in whatever direction they saw fit. he had had hairstyles similar to this before, but this one felt... different. special even. although that could be due to the fact that it was you who had cut his hair. for once in his life, he wasn’t sure. 

  “i- i love it,” he flashed you an award winning smile, filling your tummy with butterflies. “thank you so much, y/n.”

  “no, thank you, the pleasure’s all mine. plus, i think having such a good model helped the end result, don’t you?” you smirked, twirling one of his curls around your finger. his cheeks heated up at the compliment, and your grin only intensified as he answered with a quick nod. 

“oooh, do you want me to wash your hair? that way you can get any leftover hairs out so they don’t bother you when you go to sleep.” spencer nodded eagerly at your suggestion, a warm feeling spreading through his tummy as you smiled. “okay, i’ll clean up out here and throw away all the hair. why don’t you head into the bathroom and bring a folding chair with you, so i can set it up in front of the sink?”

he smiled to himself as you rambled on and tittered about, cleaning the remains of his old haircut. he headed to the bathroom with that same lovesick grin on his face. spencer knew you’d end up being the death of him, and for some reason, he he didn’t seem to mind.

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as i’m finishing this it’s 1:55am on wednesday and i’m practically half asleep, so the ending prob isn’t great or grammatically correct but if i have the time, i’ll edit this tomorrow

edit: i added a paragraph & tweaked some sentences but i think its a bit better now :)

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[rainandhotchocolate]

Black Dog

A/N So this is literally just pure fluff - I was sick af this week and wanted some sirius black comforting me as a dog so I wrote it I HOPE OTHER PEOPLE ALSO LIKE THIS cause this is totally self indulgent lelel 

Enjoy! 

(8k, Sirius Fluffffff, descriptions of an injury & depression)

A large black dog sat on Y/N’s leg, leaning against her knee. A lot of students had seen it around lately, someone’s rogue and prohibited pet roaming Gryffindor tower at night. For many it was a comfort, wandering around to cheer people up as it seemed to sense when someone was sad or extremely stressed, but Y/N had also heard that it would lead you down to kitchens in the dead of the night and help bring back extra treacle tarts.

A tear had found its way down and into Y/N’s mouth, salty and hot against her skin, her breathing hitching slightly as she tried to calm herself down. She hated crying. Well, crying in front of others anyway. She knew there was a different kind of bravery in being able to show your emotions to others but there was always something pulling her back, telling her to hide at all costs.

The dog nuzzled itself against her leg, and she moved on the couch to make room for it to sit up next to her and lay its head in her lap.

“I don’t know why I’m crying,” She laughed at the dog, tears still making tracks down her face, “I hate crying for no reason, it’s like I’m constantly searching for a reason, I should have some terrible illness or problem that means I’m allowed to be upset. But no, my brain has decided I’m just sad.”

Y/N dug her hands into the fur along the dog’s neck and head, scratching lightly. She’d found herself getting more tired lately, wanting to do nothing but sleep and sleep. But now, in the middle of the night, of course, she couldn’t.

The big black dog had been joining her most nights this week, curling up against her leg or in front of the fire, listening to her talk or watching her move around her watercolours across a page, swirls of colour and water dripping onto the carpet. Sometimes they just lay across the carpet in front of the fire, the dog sleeping on her stomach or legs as she drifted in and out of sleep.

This night seemed different, however, the dog had refused to stay still, moving around every few minutes as if to make sure she stayed awake.

“Ok, what’s up, puppy?” The dog growled at that and Y/N laughed, “Ok, large giant manly dog, what are you doing?”

The dog finally jumped up and off the couch, nudging its head into the back of her knee so that she had to stand up as well. She groaned, joining him and watching a little exasperatedly as it ran towards the portrait hole and then looked back at her expectantly.

“Ok, ok,” Y/N shook her head but followed anyway, grabbing her jumper and pushing open the door, hiding quickly in the dark so that the Fat Lady didn’t spot her. Y/N could hear her yelling whose there! in her scariest voice as she slipped out of sight.

They moved carefully through the darkness, the dog led her down hallways Y/N wasn’t sure she’d ever been down before, behind small paintings and passageways that seemed to come into focus when the dog moved across the floor in a certain way. After what felt like an hour, Y/N started to feel a cool breeze trickle down her neck and she realised that they were just beside the small courtyard. The dog slipped through a small dog and Y/N followed him out into the stone covered the courtyard that was beginning to sprout small flowers in between the cracks and along the walls.

Y/N silently thanked herself for bringing a jumper, pulling it over herself as the dog seemed to prance across the stone floor and towards the grounds.

“Slow down, not all of us are completely awake right now.”

The dog huffed but slowed to an almost comical pace… no, just slowed. Y/N shook her head, she was reading human emotions into a fucking dog. She followed the dog out into a clearing, a little way down from the Whomping Willow, that overlooked the edge of the Forbidden Forest. The black dog pawed at the bottom of a tree to Y/N’s right before curling up underneath it. Y/N joined him, letting him rest his head on her lap once more.

The night breeze had faded, leaving just the warm air that smelt like flowers and Hagrid’s cabbage patch wafting over towards them.

“Well this is very pretty,” Y/N murmured, scratching the dog behind his ears and grinning as it pushed its head back involuntarily into her hand, “I was brought here before you know? In first year, I completely forgot.”

A memory had pushed itself forward, of a boy with dark hair gripping her hand tightly and dragging her along the river and towards the large oak tree they were now sitting under.

“Sirius Black brought me here, he was sure that there was going to be a comet shower and we had to go see it.”

The dog seemed to jump at the name, looking up at her before shaking its head and lowering back down and onto her lap.

“You know that name huh? I hope he’s not your owner, that would be supremely awkward. Though to be fair it would be like him to bring in a prohibited animal into school,” Y/N snorted, rolling her eyes.

Sirius and herself had been friends back in first and second year before he’d grown into himself, his hair curling down the nape of his neck as he rebelled against haircuts from his parents, wearing tight flare jeans and leather jackets to Hogsmeade weekends in third year. They’d drifted apart, Sirius spending more time with his guy friends, wanting to talk about girls and dung bombs, and Y/N’s little crush had faded into the background as she became friendly with the other girls in her dorm room.

She couldn’t help hating how her heart jumped a little bit every time he caught her eye, smiling and always being the first to look away.

“Well if he is your owner tell him he’s a dolt for dousing the common room in snow, I know it was him.”

The dog seemed to look amused. No, not amused, it was just looking at her. Y/N desperately needed some sleep.

“Ok, come on doggo, I need to actually go to sleep for once,” She felt herself yawning, and grinned down at the dog, “Thanks for the adventure, it seems to have made me tired.”

They wandered back up and into the castle, the dog again leading her down small passageways and hidden corridors to avoid any teachers or Filch prowling the hallways. The dog ran ahead when they were at the corridor leading onto the Gryffindor Tower, and somehow made the Fat Lady open the Portrait Hole before Y/N had edged towards her point of sight, grumbling loudly about insubordination.

She crept into the common room, praying that it had remained empty, and letting out a deep sigh when she saw that it was.

“Well, goodnight lil fluff,” Y/N grinned as it growled lightly at her again but nuzzled his head along her leg all the same. She gave him a final scratch on the head and neck before walking towards the girl’s dorm room, falling asleep almost instantly.

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Y/N woke up to a startled shriek, jumping up quickly and pulling open the curtains surrounding her bed. She was surprised to find that the sun was streaming through the windows and the rest of the girls in her room already dressed and pulling on sandals.

“Ok who on earth screamed,” Y/N groaned, rubbing the sleep out of her eyes and slipping on her the soft slippers sitting under her bed.

“Yeah sorry I just spilt coffee on my date outfit and I have nothing else planned out and I’m currently panicking,” Dorcas sighed, still staring at the large brown stain dripping down her white blouse.

“You have a million clothes,” Marlene rolled her eyes, already picking through her clothes, “And a million white tops, I honestly think you have an inability to buy colour.”

“I look good in shades, leave me be.”

“Wear the white dress!” Marlene pulled out a mini dress that had been stuck underneath the piles of winter clothes Dorcas had packed away months ago.

“Ughhhh, no.”

“Yes!” Lily came over to Marlene, grinning widely, and picking the dress out of Marlene’s hands to hold it up to the rest of the dorm.

“Strong yes, also who are you going out with?” Y/N rummaged through her drawers to pull out a pair of linen shorts and t-shirt.

“Eloise, that Ravenclaw girl who Dorcas stares at every morning,” Marlene threw the dress at Dorcas who scowled and held it up to herself in the mirror.

“On the Quidditch team, yeah?”

“Yep, smart and fit, the dream combo,” Dorcas waggled her eyebrows at Y/N through the mirror before turning around and sighing loudly, “Ok, but no one is allowed to comment on the dress all day.”

“Cross my heart,” Lily acted out her words in mid-air, turning back to lacing up her docs. Eventually, the girls filed out of their dorm room and made their way to the Hogwarts exit point. Filch was standing and growling at everyone who past, aggressively poking a dark magic detector towards each person before they were allowed to get through.

“I don’t know who would be dumb enough to carry dark objects into Hogsmeade,” Marlene rolled her eyes, lining up for Filch to glare her down.

“I’d say it would be more of a worry what they are getting in town,” Lily muttered under her breath, eyeing a dark-haired Slytherin who had hissed back at Filch as he tried to pat him down.

“Filch is checking us going back in too,” Y/N watched as Filch finally let Snape through, begrudgingly, and he joined the group of Slytherins waiting for him. Lily’s attitude didn’t seem to lift, so Y/N took another angle, “So are we meeting James?”

“In the Three Broomsticks,” Lily said, as casually as possible, but a slight tinge of red had crept up onto her cheeks and ears.

“What is this, date number 10?” Dorcas grinned at her, “And all you’ve done is kiss, huh?”

“We’re taking it slow.”

“Or you’re just not telling us all the juicy details.”

“You know that you would be the first to know if I had any juicy details to tell,” Lily knocked Dorcas’ elbow, smiling at her, “Anyway, I don’t want to be making a big deal out of it.”

“But it’s a bloody huge deal!”

“Exactly my point.”

“You’re no fun,” Marlene poked her tongue out at her, and looped her arm around Y/N, “I guess us lone wolves will have to make our own fun.”

“Yes, please find me something fun to do,” Y/N leaned into Marlene’s shoulder, watching the line slowly trickly forwards.

“Well there are plenty of pretty boys around for that,” Marlene winked at her, scanning the crowd forming with Filch’s very slow process, “Even some that seem to be staring at you.”

“What?” Y/N followed her gaze to see none other than Sirius Black turning quickly away to face Remus and Peter. Y/N frowned, perhaps that dog was his. Did he see them last night?

“I highly doubt staring is the word to be used there,” Y/N rolled her eyes, “We haven’t exactly spoken recently.”

“Ahh, the heart is a fickle thing,” Marlene said sagely, stepping up to Filch who poked her aggressively and then waved her through. Once Filch had seen that they weren’t carrying anything that would potentially curse or kill anyone in Hogsmeade, they made their way down the hill towards the small village.

Y/N had always loved Hogsmeade, in all weather, but there was something about it in Summer when everyone was wandering the streets and a light summer breeze would rustle its way through the main road in a way that felt like she was being wrapped in a blanket. It somehow felt more magical to her.

The girls made their way towards The Three Broomsticks, Marlene whispering the names of all the cute boys they passed who might be very available for Y/N. Y/N couldn’t help but snigger along with her, even though her mind had drifted back to Sirius’ grey-blue eyes watching her in the courtyard moments before.

The Three Broomsticks was crowded, as expected, with the end of exams and most teachers finishing up their work. Rosmerta was almost slinging butterbeer at anyone who managed to reach the bar, and had three extra waitstaff sliding through the tables across the pub.

“Can anyone see a table?” Marlene scowled at a boy who had shoved passed her to find a table himself and he backed off.

“I’m going to melt into the floor if there isn’t, I am not going to Madame Puddifoots, that place is a hellhole,” Dorcas groaned, searching the floor for empty chairs lying about.

“James has one!” Lily was already walking towards them, waving at James with a giddy kind of smile on her face. The rest of them trudged after her, avoiding the patrons holding steaming mugs of butterbeer and other assorted drinks, towards the large back table where James and his friends were sitting.

“How on earth did you get this table?” Dorcas looked both amazed and relieved, sitting down on the edge of the table so that she could continue to look out for Eloise.

“Got here hours ago, it’s the last trip into Hogsmeade it’s always hectic,” James was grinning, clearly very proud of himself, and slung an arm around Lily, giving her shoulder a little squeeze, “I grabbed you a pint already but I wasn’t aware we’d be graced by your friends as well, sorry!”

“Well I guess you had to officially meet them at some point,” Lily smiled up at him, and Y/N felt a pang in her stomach. It would be nice to look at someone with that much happiness.

“We’ve known them for seven years,” Marlene laughed, still standing and holding onto Y/N’s arm, “We’ll get the rest of the pints, come on.”

She dragged Y/N away quickly, expertly pulling her through the crowd and up to the bar.

“Why did you and Sirius drift apart anyway?” She turned to Y/N, head crooked to one side.

“I told you, we just got older and stopped having the same interests,” Y/N shrugged, “Why?”

“I don’t know, I just always think there was more too it,” She held her hands out and pulled three mugs of butterbeer towards her as Rosemerta began sliding them across the bar, “you know he’s like always staring at you.”

“Well now I know you’re lying,” Y/N rolled her eyes, grabbing her own pint of butterbeer as they began to walk back, trying not to spill anything.

“You can’t not have noticed! If anything I can’t see why you drifted apart if you both clearly care for each other, even just a little bit,” Marlene gave her a look, the one the gave when she was making sure that you actually listened to her and stopped being a prat.

“I honestly don’t know what to tell you, Marls,” Y/N lowered her voice as they got to the table, “We just stopped hanging out.”

“Mmmmm,” Marlene hummed but said nothing further. She passed a mug to Dorcas and sat down next to Peter and Remus.

“Has Eloise arrived yet?” Y/N ignored Marlene’s continued watchful eyes, sitting down in the only place left, between Remus and Sirius. She took a big sip of her drink.

“Her friend just came over, she’s running a bit late but will be here soon,” Dorcas beamed, her nerves getting the better of her as she began tapping the edge of her butterbeer mug. Sirius had leaned back into his chair, and Y/N could feel his eyes on her shoulder but she continued to ignore him. She wasn’t really sure why she was ignoring him, it’s not like he’d done anything to hurt her, but it felt like if she turned to face him her face might become a ripe tomato.

“Have you planned out your afternoon then?”

“Of course, drink here, then walk over to the shrieking shack, see if I can’t get her a little scared and a little in need of a hug,” Dorcas winked, earning a laugh from James and Sirius.

“That’s very sly, I like it,” James nodded in approval, “Might try that on you sometimes.”

He turned to Lily, grinning wickedly.

“I’m very sure it would be you who’d need a hug.”

“That works fine for me too, Lils,” His grin widened and Lily seemed to be unable to do anything but smile back at him.

“What about you, Y/N, any big plans for the afternoon?” Y/N felt like she could hear his voice separately from the others, as if they were somewhere else, alone. She cleared her throat, steeling herself before looking at him with a cool expression plastered across her face.

“No plans, though Marlene wants to find something fun to do that doesn’t require us watching James and Lily snog all afternoon,” Y/N gave an innocent smile to Lily who growled at her.

“Perhaps you’d want to join us?” Marlene chimed in, a similar smile on her face, eyebrows raised at Sirius, “You two as well of course.”

She nodded to Remus and Peter.

“I never really enjoy seeing James’ tongue,” Remus’ face remained blank but his eyes were twinkling as he looked over at Lily who was blushing furiously.

“I actually hate all of you,” Lily buried her head behind James who looked thoroughly pleased with her reaction.

“Well I’m definitely in, I need to stop by Zonko’s though,” Sirius responded, eyes darting over to Remus’ who returned a knowing smile.

They finished their drinks and bid goodbye to Lily, James, and Dorcas who barely looked up from watching the door intently. Y/N took in a deep breath as the summer breeze wafted across her face, feeling it warm up her skin.

“Nothing like the Scottish sun,” Sirius grinned at Y/N, “I honestly think the sun feels the best here, because we get so little of it across the year.”

“Definitely,” Y/N smiled a little giddily back, feeling the sun warm the back of her head as they made their way towards Zonkos.

“So what do you need in Zonkos huh?” Marlene gave Remus and Sirius a sidelong glance, “I would have thought you’d be banned from bringing things back by now.”

“We have our ways,” chirped Peter from behind them, sticking his head through from behind Remus with what he must think was a mischievous smirk.

“Why does that sound worse than the idea of being pranked on our last few days of school?”

“Because it is,” Remus shook his head at the two boys who were now whispering, heads bent together.

“I thought you would have taught them better Mr prefect,” Y/N teased him, holding open the door for the group to pile into the already very crowded Zonko’s.

“There’s a reason I had the head boy badge taken from me,” He winked, nodding in thanks as he passed her and wandered towards what Y/N was sure was fireworks. The boys hid their purchases from Marlene and Y/N who decidedly ignored them, wandering the aisles in search of anything that could be fun for the summer holidays.

“Never know when you might need one of these,” Marlene elbowed Y/N repeatedly as she held up a love potion, making Y/N giggle.

“I definitely, don’t need one of those.”

“Oooh, a confident Y/N, I like her,” Marlene put it down, trailing her fingers across the shelves. Y/N felt someone’s eyes on her back but refused to turn around until the boys called their names to get them to leave.

“Anyone keen to sneak up on Dorcas?” Marlene linked arms with Y/N again.

“You just want to see the haunted shrieking shack,” Sirius cooed, moving his hands in front of her as if he was a ghost, “It is really haunted you know, I’ve heard the screams.”

“So, have I,” Peter grinned, following Sirius’ actions as Marlene began to lead the way. They trudged up the hill and towards the clearing where there was the best view of the derelict house. It always seemed to look worse and worse every time Y/N came to see it like it would fall over at any moment.

“Want a closer look?” Sirius winked at Y/N, “Or are you a bit too scared something might come out of the dark.”

“Don’t need you goading me Mr Black,” Y/N smiled at him, “You know I can’t handle scary stories, let alone a giant haunted house.”

“Ahhh come on, I’ll protect you,” He grabbed her shoulders quickly, “If I can.”

“Stop it, you dork!”

“You two are killing me,” Marlene rolled her eyes, snorting at them, “And anyway, Dumbledore said specifically that someone nearly died down there. I’m all for an adventure, but I’d like to graduate and you know, maybe fight in a war rather than die from a loose floorboard.”

“Smart girl you are,” Remus nodded at her, but Y/N swore she saw a flash of anger cross his eyes, “I for one am perfectly happy staying up here, not dead.”

“Hear hear!” Y/N grinned up at Remus, “the prefect is back.”

They spent the rest of the afternoon mucking around the area around the Shrieking Shack, Sirius taking them up to this giant hill that overlooked almost all of Hogsmeade and the castle. On the way down, Y/N felt herself slip, catching herself on a rock that jutted out beside her.

“Fuuuuuuuuuucckk,” Y/N moaned, feeling her hand cut open with the force of her landing, her but likely covered in dirt and also aching.

“Shit, are you ok?” Sirius had come up behind her, grabbing her by the waist and swiftly picking her up and off the ground. The rest of them had already trekked farther down the hill and hadn’t heard her swear.

“Yeah, I am, it's bloody typical of me. The one day I bring out the sandals we go on a small hike,” Y/N snorted, shaking her head and trying to stand on her feet. Her knee buckled and she fell back into Sirius who gripped her tightly, his arms wrapped around her torso.

“Thanks, sorry,” Y/N winced, both from the pain and a little out of embarrassment.

“Don’t stress at all,” He smiled at her, “Lean on me, for the rest of the way down ok? I don’t want you toppling over and breaking your leg again.”

“Oh my god I can’t believe you would bring that up,” Y/N shook her head in amazement, “that was completely your fault!”

“Hardly!” Sirius hooked his arm around her back and hoisted her upright so that Y/N could test her leg whilst they continued the walk down. Y/N couldn’t help but lean into him, feeling his chest pressed up against her shoulder blades and… shut up, you idiot.

“You decided it would be a great idea to make the final staircase to the Great Hall a waterslide.”

“Oh yeah… that was kind of my fault wasn’t it,” He grimaced, chuckling, “Sorry about that.”

“It’s ok, you carried me around for a week. And I think you got me a bouquet of chocolate frogs! Fuck, I forgot about that.”

“Has been a while hasn’t it,” Sirius became slightly quieter, Y/N itching to turn and see his expression but she was too worried about making sure she didn’t bleed across her white shorts. They continued the rest of the journey in silence, Y/N slowly taking her weight off Sirius as she stretched out her leg and the muscle began to take on more pressure.,

“You lot took ages, doing anything fun?” Marlene was picking at her nails, sitting on a large rock and leaning against Remus who had pulled out a book.

“If you call gashing open your hand and bruising your sit bones fun, then yes, I had a wild time.”

“You cut your hand?” Sirius glared at Y/N, “Show me.”

“Alright, calm down,” Y/N barked a laugh at his concerned expression, “I’m sure it’s fine.”

“Yeah that’s not fine,” Peter had come up to them, watching as Sirius opened her fist revealing a large gaping hole in her hand.

“Ok I think I might faint,” Y/N felt a rush of blood coming up to her head as she took in the pain and visual all at once, “I’d been clenching it the whole way down the hill so I didn’t bleed on myself, I didn’t think to look at it.”

“I’ve got something to calm you down,” Peter smiled at her, grabbing his large rucksack and pulling out a small dropper, “open your mouth, two drops of this and you’ll be fine till we get you to Madame Pomfrey.”

“Do you just carry this stuff around with you?” Marlene peeked her head into his bag, frowning.

“He’s obsessed with potions,” Remus smiled at Peter warmly, “I wouldn’t be surprised if he was best in the year,”

“I’m not that good, I just find them interesting,” Peter blushed a bright red colour as he put the stopper back into the bottle and pocketed it, “Let me know if you feel like fainting again.”

“Will do,” Y/N felt a wave of calm come over her, her knees buckling again as every muscle in her body seemed to relax.

“Yeah it might do that if she’s never had it before,” Peter winced, “Sorry I forgot to mention.”

“No worries,” Sirius leaned down and picked Y/N up, bridal style, “This is much more fun anyways.”

“Sorry, Y/N!” Peter squeaked again, looking like he accidentally poisoned her.

“It’s fine,” Y/N smiled giddily, “I wish I could have you around more often with your little potions bag.”

Y/N curled herself into Sirius’ body, slightly aware that her inhibitions had likely been lowered given her lack of care for revelling in the closeness of their bodies but she didn’t care, or more likely she probably couldn’t care. He brought her back up to the castle and straight to the hospital wing, calling loudly to Madame Pomfrey as he laid her on the closest bed to the exit.

“Yes, what is it, Black,” Pomfrey snapped, and Y/N got the impression that she didn’t enjoy seeing Sirius in the Hospital Wing, “oh!”

“Yes not me this time I promise, Y/N fell in Hogsmeade, she’s opened up her hand,”

Sirius curled open Y/N’s hand slowly, and Y/N winced as the nerves around the gash seemed to fizzle.

“Mmmmm, that’s a nasty cut, I’m glad you brought her to me instead of trying to heal it yourself, she’d have a hell of a lot more nerve damage,” Madame Pomfrey pulled out her wand and sat beside Y/N who looked at her nervously.

“I’ve learnt from my mistakes,” Sirius winked at her, sitting on the other side, his hand still on her shoulder. Y/N concentrated on that as Pomfrey began hovering her wand around the wound, muttering softly, and suddenly could feel the entirety of her hand moving, the nerves reattaching around the tendons. Y/N wanted to puke.

“Not very comfortable, but you should be fine in a few hours, you’ll just need to wear a small brace for a day to make sure nothing else happens to it.”

“Ok,” Y/N gritted her teeth, wishing she’d asked for something for the pain from Peter as well as her wound began to close slowly.

“There! All done, just wait here whilst I grab you a brace, and no leaning on it today or tomorrow, ok?” She gave Y/N and Sirius a stern look before standing up and heading to a large cupboard next to her office.

“Feeling ok?” Sirius asked, his thumb rubbing circles against her shoulder blade.

“Now that she’s stopped pulling my skin together, yes,” laughed Y/N, smiling at him, “Thanks for bringing me by the way, I hope I didn’t stop you getting your Zonko’s stuff back into the castle.”

“Oh don’t worry, Peter was in charge of all that,” He gave her a smirk but said nothing more as Madame Pomfrey returned with a rigid looking brace. She put it place for Y/N, showing her how to re-do it in the morning and bid them goodbye.

Sirius and Y/N walked back up to the Gryffindor Common Room in relative silence, Y/N feeling the calm slowly wear off her and the embarrassment of being carried into the castle by Sirius Black settle back in.

“Well, I’m going to read and avoid using my hand for the next 24 hours,” Y/N smiled a little awkwardly at him as they stepped through the Portrait hole and into the common room. He smiled at her, standing still momentarily as they both seemed to panic over how to say goodbye. Eventually, Y/N held out her hand as Sirius went to hug her.

“Wow, we really are out of sync,” Sirius laughed loudly, shaking his head.

“Why don’t we just nod curtly and leave,” Y/N grinned but felt like she was actually just baring her teeth at him.

“Deal.”

They nodded at each other and walked in the opposite direction, Y/N to her dorm and Sirius to the large window that overlooked the grounds.

That evening, once the sun had finally gone down around 10pm, Y/N made her way out into the common room, wanting to be by the fire as she read. She wasn’t surprised to see the large black dog had taken up residence by the fire already, curled up in a ball. He looked up when he heard her, wagging his tail.

“How are you doing, pup?” Y/N smiled at the large dog that had come across the common room and lay down on the carpet in front of the fire.

“I had a good day today,” She hummed lying down on the couch, leaning her head against the edge, curling herself up into the cushions so that she could keep her feet warm.

“I saw your owner today, Sirius,” She watched the fire flicker, placing her book underneath the couch as she began to feel tired, “Haven’t actually spoken to him in a long while. It was nice, felt like old times.”

The dog jumped up and curled himself against her stomach. Y/N felt herself begin to drift off, one arm curled to her side and the other draped lazily across the black dogs’ torso.

“In fact, I even got him to carry me the whole way home,” Y/N snorted, “You should have seen me, I think I was as red as a tomato. I’m very glad he didn’t say anything. Or perhaps if I’m lucky he didn’t notice me mortifying myself as I drooled over him.”

She felt herself wake, without opening her eyes, wanting to curl into the warmth of the couch and the sun shining on her skin. Y/N moved slightly, trying to find a more comfortable position for her arm that had seemed to have remained unmoving whilst curled into her side, and had begun to ache. She went to pull it out from under her and stretch it out towards the fire but instead, she hit something solid and warm in front of her.

Y/N flung her eyes open and saw a large figure covering her view and shrieked, jumping upwards, pushing the figure off the couch along with the couch cushions. She landed a little painfully on planks of wood and springs that made up the inside of the couch.

The figure yelped as they landed on the floor in a heap, rolling over and groaning in pain. Y/N struggled to pull herself out of the couch’s grips, hopping up to face whoever was lying on the floor in front of her.

“What on earth,” The heap groaned again, wincing lightly as they sat upright, rubbing the places where Y/N presumed they had landed moments ago. Y/N caught herself before she let out a gasp.

“Sirius?” Her eyes were wide, staring down at him. He winced again, sitting on his hip and heaving himself upright.

“Yes, what’s – oh, shit,” Realisation dawned on his face as he looked down at himself and Y/N looked immediately up towards the ceiling.

“So why on earth were you naked and lying with me on the couch?” Y/N continued to stare at the ceiling as Sirius searched for something to cover himself with, settling on a small cushion that had also gone flying in Y/N’s panic.

“I uh, fell asleep with you…” His eyes tried to meet hers but moved to the window behind her when she stared back in confusion.

“You, but,” No fucking way, “YOU are the dog?”

“Well, yes,” He smiled very sheepishly at her, eyes apologetic.

“You’re an animagus?” Y/N hissed at him, both shocked and a little frustrated. How long had she been hanging out with this dog, with Sirius? What had she said to him?

“Not so loud, I don’t know if you noticed that no one else knows this,” He looked around carefully, taking a step forward as if to put a finger across her mouth but thought better of it.

“For how long?”

“About three years.”

“You’ve been an illegal animagus for THREE YEARS?” Y/N couldn’t stop her voice from increasing in volume and Sirius gave her another pleading look.

“Why, why didn’t you tell me? Why… why?” Y/N stuttered, feeling her cheeks flush as she remembered talking to him about… himself.

“Well it’s a little lame,” Sirius rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly, “I saw you here like two months ago, reading a letter from your parents. I remember you used to talk about them being a little uptight about being a witch and well anyway I wanted to say something or do something to make you feel better but… I don’t know we hadn’t spoken for so long and I just…”

“I just didn’t know how you would react if I just came up and asked you what was wrong, I mean if it was me I probably would have told you I was fine and ran away as fast as I could,” He laughed, a little nervously, still avoiding her gaze, “I didn’t even really think about it, I just turned, and then you looked so happy to see me and I don’t know, it felt like I cheered you up…”

He faded off, giving her a sheepish smile.

“And then you just decided to hang out like that every evening?” Y/N felt like she was processing a thousand bits of information at once.

“Oh uh, well, I didn’t always know your schedule. So I sort of just hung around like that. It turned out kinda nice though, getting to cheer people up during their exams. One girl tried to feed me birdseed though, that was disgusting,” His face grimaced from the memory, but Y/N was still stuck on what he had first said.

“You were waiting for me?” Y/N replied slowly, feeling her stomach begin to churn.

“Right, uh, I mean I wasn’t trying to stalk you or anything! You just haven’t seemed yourself lately, I wanted to help in some way.”

“You know you could have just come up and asked me what was wrong,” Y/N laughed at him, but it came out significantly more high-pitched than she’d anticipated.

“Honestly I thought you might still hate me a little.”

“What?” Y/N tried to rack her brain back to anything that he could have done that would have meant she’d hate him, “Why would I hate you?”

Sirius narrowed his eyes, looking genuinely confused, staring at her silently for a minute.

“Because of third year? Your date with Richard Ankleman?”

“Richard? What?” Y/N hadn’t thought about him for years, “the guy who stood me up?”

“He never told you, did he,” Sirius’ face contorted to one of complete embarrassment. For a moment, Y/N thought that he might hit himself with the pillow, but was grateful that he kept it where it was.

“Told me what, Sirius.”

“Ok, uh, well I wasn’t totally thrilled about him asking you out so I, you know in classic idiot Sirius style, hexed him into the Hospital wing so he wouldn’t make it. I mean I did tell him not to tell you, but I didn’t think he was scared enough of me to take me seriously,” He looked, if possible, even more sheepish. Y/N stared at him, eyes wide. How did I not know this?

“You were so furious after you spoke to him the next day, I just presumed he’d told you. You ruined my weeks’ essays, remember?”

Y/N did remember. It was all coming back to her, storming into Gryffindor Common Room in a rage and, with a flick of her wand, opening all the windows and letting in a huge gust of air that swung through the room and knocked over all of Sirius’ ink bottles that were scattered across the desk he was using the finalise his essays.

Y/N hadn’t bothered to stay and watch the aftermath. She had gone to apologise the next day, but he hadn’t been waiting for her in the common room like he always was so they could go down for breakfast together.

“Yeah, I was mad at him! He went on and on about how he was sick and I shouldn’t blame him for standing me up and to not slag him off to any of my other girlfriends in case he asked them out,” Y/N rolled her eyes at the memory, “I went to apologise to you the next day but you kept avoiding me.”

“I thought you’d want to talk about what I did!” Sirius stepped forward, letting out a huge breath he seemed to have been holding, and began gushing, his words falling off his tongue without a second thought, “I’d have to explain why and then you’d realise I was madly in love with you.”

He breathed out a laugh, significantly calmer. Y/N, on the other hand, felt like he’d just punched her in the throat.

“You what?”

“Merlin’s beard, I’m doing terribly today,” He muttered to himself, running a hand through his hair, “Please don’t freak, it was a while ago I promise, it just made me a little crazy back then. We haven’t really spoken properly in ages anyway,” He tried to laugh it off, but Y/N still felt like it was hard to breathe. A silence fell across them, broken only by the sound of Sirius adjusting his pillow awkwardly. Y/N’s heart was beating hard.

“I…” Y/N tried to laugh as well, as if this was a casual thing to say, “I had a bit of a thing for you as well.”

“Oh,”

“Yeah.”

“Why didn’t you ever tell me?”

“Why didn’t you ever tell me!” Y/N scoffed at him, lifting her arms up in exasperation.

“I thought you knew!”

“How on earth would I know that! I’m not a mind reader.”

“I literally spent every waking hour with you, I asked you out!”

“I think I would have noticed if you asked me out you idiot,” Y/N shook her head at him, “Please, tell me when you asked me out.”

“I asked you to Hogsmeade and you invited James to get to know him better, so I kind of got the hint,” Sirius watched Y/N open and close her mouth a couple of times, unsure how to reply, “You didn’t think it was a date.”

“Not really…” Y/N was unsure if she could feel more like an absolute twat, “I thought you were just seeing if I wanted to go, and I wanted to hang out with James cause you guys were hanging out so much!”

“Wow,” Sirius started laughing, shaking his head, “This is actually changing my life.”

Y/N couldn’t help but join in, feeling her nervous energy emanate in awkward laughter.

“I can’t believe how stupid we were,” Y/N snorted, her face still red but breaking out into a large smile that matched Sirius’.

“Merlin, imagine if we hadn’t been so idiotic, things would be very different,” Sirius laughed, but Y/N felt her smile fade a little as she thought about his words. Holding his hand as they snuck around the back of the Herbology classrooms, where they’d previously made fun of couples for hiding. Sirius taking her to his favourite hiding spots around the castle. Y/N actually being there for him when he’d left home, instead of hearing about it through Remus and leaving a bag of Honeydukes sweets on his bed when he wasn’t there.

“Yeah, really different.”

Sirius’ eyes lifted to meet Y/N’s, his eyes darkening slightly. Y/N had forgotten momentarily that he was completely naked and that the light was getting brighter and brighter in the Common Room.

“Y/N, I –“ Sirius started but there was a sudden noise that made him jump backwards and turn his head towards the stairs, “Shit.”

Sirius grimaced, opening his mouth to say something before shaking his head and making a mad dash back up the stairs to the boy's dorm room before anyone came out of the girl's dormitory to find him stark naked and covered by a pillow.

Y/N stood, a little dazed, in the same spot momentarily, staring out the window opposite her until she heard her name getting called.

“Hmmm, what?” She turned to find Lily watching her, an odd expression on her face.

“Did I hear you talking to someone?”

“No, wait yes, Sirius was down here a second ago, he just went upstairs to get dressed.”

“Right…” Lily still seemed to stare at Y/N, whose expression was likely just as confusing.

“Um, why are you up so early?” Y/N changed the subject quickly, moving to sit back on the couch where the cushions had been hastily thrown earlier.

“Have a meeting with Professor McGonagall about getting a reference for my internship at St Mungo’s,” Lily grinned, “I’m hoping she’ll forgive me dating James.”

“Ahh, she secretly loves James’ shenanigans.”

“Let’s hope so,” Lily sighed, “You coming down for breakfast?”

“Yes – no wait, I’m not dressed am I?” Y/N looked down at herself, still wearing her clothes from the day before, “Oh.”

“Are you ok?” Lily looked concerned, “You didn’t get a concussion yesterday did you?”

“No, I’m fine, sorry, still a little tired obviously. You go ahead, I’ll meet you in the Great Hall,” Y/N gave what she hoped was a convincing smile and moved quickly down towards the girls’ dorm rooms.

Y/N felt like the whole day moved in a kind of daze. Many people went back to Hogsmeade but Y/N opted to join Marlene and Dorcas down by the lake as Dorcas debriefed them on her date the day before.

“Should I have kissed her? I feel like I should have and I just fucked up big time,” Dorcas groaned, throwing her bag down and joining it in a heap on the grass.

“You definitely should have kissed her,” Marlene replied solemnly, “Y/N, what do you think? I reckon she was giving off vibes big time.”

“What?” Y/N looked up at the two girls, both of whom glared at her.

“Were you even listening to me?” Dorcas huffed, “This is an important life or death situation, Y/N. I may have just ruined my first date with the love of my life.”

“I highly doubt that.”

“What’s going on with you, you’ve been out of it all day,” Marlene probed, joining Dorcas on the grass, letting her legs sit out in the sun.

“Nothing, I’m just distracted, sorry,” Y/N dipped her toe in the lake, “You definitely should have kissed her, D.”

“Don’t change the subject!” Dorcas poked her shin with her toe, “or depress me more.”

“Tell usssssss,” Marlene whined at Y/N, “Come on, it’s nearly graduation, we might never ever see each other again and you’ll regret having never shared this precious information with us.”

“Ha ha ha,” Y/N poked her tongue out at Marlene who was pouting, “I just… ugh. Ok, well I sort of spoke to Sirius this morning.”

“I’m excited already,” Marlene grinned, leaning forwards, “Did he profess his love for you yet?”

“I actually hate you,” Y/N bit her lip, “But also like kinda?”

“WHAT,” The two girls had wide eyes, Dorcas’ mouth hanging open slightly.

“Ok well, that’s an over-exaggeration, it was more like he had a crush on me years ago.”

“Less interesting, pretty obvious,” Marlene huffed, leaning back into her arms.

“How!” Y/N glared at her, “how on earth could you know this.”

“Ooooo Y/N, I’m just going to stare at you longingly from across the table all subtle-like,” Marlene put on a terrible deep male voice, staring longingly at Y/N.

“This is why I didn’t tell you,” warned Y/N, but her cheeks twitched as Marlene began to pout in an eerily accurate impression of a brooding Sirius.

“Soooo did he ask you out?”

“Did you make out?”

“We did nothing, at all.”

“You’re as bad as Dorcas,” Marlene shook her head, earning a shove from Dorcas.

“We were interrupted by Lily,” Y/N threw her hands up, “It kind of sounded like… he might have been saying something important…”

“Oooooooo Y/N’s got a date!” Marlene giggled, grinning widely at her. Y/N couldn’t help but grin back at her, Marlene’s enthusiasm was infectious.

“I do not,” said Y/N, but her smile was still giving her away. Marlene reached out and grabbed her arms, pulling her down into the grass with Dorcas.

“You will be a positive human even if I have to punch it into you. Now, sit down and get all brown and tan with me.”

They stayed by the lake until Dorcas’ stomach started rumbling and they made their way to lunch in the Great Hall. It was almost empty, most people having grabbed some food to eat outside or were still in Hogsmeade for the afternoon. Y/N spent most of her meal ignoring Marlene nudging her once Sirius and James had walked in and sat a few seats along the table from them. She also tried to ignore the sound of chairs moving and someone moving quickly behind her once they’d finished and stood up to leave the Great Hall, but her heart had begun beating hard in her chest again, and she cursed her cheeks for refusing to let her hide any kind of emotion from the outside world.

“Oi, Y/N!” Y/N spun around to see Sirius chasing her down the hallway.

“I’ll catch up to you guys,” Y/N tried to smile casually at Marlene and Dorcas, who were winking at her continuously, Marlene blowing kisses in between, “Fuck off, please.”

“Have fun!”

“Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do!”

“She can’t even kiss a girl, please do everything she wouldn’t do.”

“Shoo!” Y/N hissed, turning back to see Sirius smirking at her, “Please excuse my two idiotic friends.”

“They are highly entertaining.”

“I stand by idiotic,” Y/N looked up at Sirius expectantly, “What’s up?”

“Well I feel like we didn’t quite finish our conversation earlier.”

“Is that so?”

“Well I mean, I was half-naked and had to sprint up the stairs to avoid being seen.”

“Completely naked if I remember correctly.”

“Ahhh so you were checking me out huh?” Sirius winked at her, stepping closer to her in the hallway. Y/N had the urge to step back, her brain telling her to abort mission, but she stood her ground, watching him closely.

“So what was it you needed to tell me?” said Y/N as calmly as possible, though her voice broke slightly at the end.

“Well I was going to – uh, I mean I wanted to ask – “ Sirius’ stuttered slightly, his face getting flustered. Y/N couldn’t help but smile at him, was he nervous to talk to her?

His nervousness seemed to give Y/N a new bout of confidence, and she stepped forward to meet him.

“You were going to…”

“Ask you…”

“Out?” Y/N finished for him, feeling a little ill, but excited all the same. Sirius laughed at her, shaking his head.

“Jeez, we already finish each other’s senten-“ Y/N leaned in and interrupted him by placing a soft kiss on his lips.

“ences…” Sirius finished, his eyes glazing over as they pulled apart slowly.

“The day after graduation, I’ll meet you in London,” Y/N felt the words spill out, as if her confidence was a ticking bomb and if she didn’t get everything out quickly it would all blow up and float away.

“Deal,” replied Sirius, cupping her cheek lightly in one hand, “And thanks.”

“For what?”

“For asking you out for me.”

“What can I say, I just know what you want,” and with that, she turned on her heels and walked away, her heartbeat loud in her ears. Only took seven years she thought, exhaling deeply, but I guess we’ve got endless time to make up for it.

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Kirishima, Bakugou, Dabi, and Midoriya with short hair <3

@queensynderella You wanted to know, right?

Summary: You are in a prank war with your boyfriend. Your boyfriend pulls the ultimate prank, knowing how much you loved his long hair.

Warning: Just fluff stuff, you know.

Bakugou

You were on the couch, reading through a Tumblr account's feed. "Wow, Allie's swimming in Keigos." You mumbled.

You didn't notice your husband, Katsuki Bakugou, walk in. He couldn't help, but grin. Look at you, so happy. So at peace. So... Unsuspecting.

He took notice of your distracted state and snuck around the couch, right behind you.

He leaned down and whispered. "No 'Welcome home' for your husband?"

You jumped, but immediately recognized it at your lover's voice. "Katsuki-?" You tilted your head back, only to be silenced with his lips. And as the kiss continued, got more heated, you couldn't help but curl your hands in his hair, right over the nape of his neck like usual. Or.. Try.

You gasped and quickly pulled away, staring at Katsuki's new haircut. "Suki, what the hell happened happened to your hair?" You exclaimed. His grin only widened.

"Guess it'll be a bit of a pain grabbing my hair, huh? That's for pantsing me in front of Kirishima!" He grinned and walked away.

"Wait! That's not fair, Katsuki!"

Midoriya

You stood in the kitchen, cooking dinner for your husband Izuku Midoriya.

You heard the door open and close. "Darling?" He called. "In the kitchen!" You smiled, not looking from the stove.

Soon, his arms were around your waist, hugging you from behind. He kissed your temple, then your cheek, then he started to kiss that sensitive spot on your neck.

You turned off the stove and closed your eyes, head tilting to give him more access. His tongue pressed against your neck before nipping at it. You reached your hands up to the back of his neck, your hand sliding up and curling into your husband's.. cut hair?

You gently pushed him back before turning around. "Whoa, whoa, whoa! Your hair! You cut it?" Your eyes widened. He smiled and nodded. "Yeah.. Sorry, but you hid my underwear, right?"

He kissed your pout away and chuckled softly.

Kirishima

You went to your boyfriend's hero agency to surprise him with cookies you had baked.. with pepper. It was perfect.

Walking into his office, you gave the best smile you could... Which quickly dropped, along with the cookies. "Sharky! Your hair!" You ran over and ran your fingers through his hair. He grinned. "What's wrong? Oh this? This is for that bucket of water."

You huffed, wanting to run your fingers through his hair, but you couldn't. Sure, it was just an undercut. But you wanted to run your fingers through a l l of his soft hair. To be able to feel his hair when your trail your hand from his neck to yank his head back.

He walked over to the cookies and picked one up, inspecting it before sneezing. "... Pepper, huh? Looks like this hair already saved me."

You huffed, pouting as you both cleaned up the cookies.

Dabi

It was late. You were standing at a streetlight, waiting for your boyfriend to show up. Dabi wasn't late, no. It was just you panicking about being late that got you there early.

Tonight was the night you'd end your prank war. You were pretty sure you'd won after the whole getting him hard before the robbery thing.

You hear someone chuckle. "Hey, pretty lady. Waitin' on someone? It's awfully dark." You turn your head to look to your boyfriend. At first, nothing seemed off. You smiled, walked, cupped his cheeks, and pulled him down for a kiss. You were just happy to see him.

Then you ran your hand up and they tangled in.. Nothing?

You pulled away and stared in shock. An undercut. And you immediately knew this was his prank. You narrowed your eyes at him. "Sexy, Dabi. But evil."

He only grinned and chuckled out. "You expect anything less? I know how much you love a full head of hair, to grab at any angle." He held your hips and pulled you closer.

You huffed, wrapping your arms around his neck. "How am I supposed to pull it now?"

He smirked. "Oh please. There's still hair to grab, babygirl. I could cut more-" You quickly cut him off. "No. You win. Just leave me the remains."

He laughed and pulled away, grabbing your hand. "C'mon, there's a nice view I wanna show you." He continues to walk as you stare at his hair longingly.

[amarguerite]

I was wondering if you might know the answer to a thing that's been bothering me for ages. Anytime I rewatch Persausion, which is often, I can't get over the fact that it looks like Lady Russell and Mrs. Croft are wearing turbans/hats over pixie cuts. I know bangs were often a choice at the time, but I also keep seeing short hair at the nape of their necks, or behind their ears. I absolutely adore the costuming, but this has been driving me Nuts!

That does seem to have been a type of haircut! Not a super popular one (most well-to-do women seem to have had this type of haircut, i.e. LONG, or just long in the back, with short curls in the front: https://twitter.com/FourRedShoes/status/1001099905509744640) but Lady Caroline Lamb had a really short haircut: 

From here (https://digital.nls.uk/jma/who/lamb/index.html) 

I found another of Mrs. Alexander Garden (Mary Anna Gibbes), where it looks like she’d got very short hair she just wears brushed forward in curls: 

Here’s one of Mary Anne Clarke with short hair:

Dress in the Age of Jane Austen, which is my favorite history book, also says that there was a fashion for a “radical short ‘crop’ of the kind Austen’s niece Anna and the governess Ellen Weeton sported in the 1800s.” I don’t have time to source it, but I know in George Sands’s Indiana, it was common to treat a fever by cutting off someone’s hair. 

I would also guess that older women, like Lady Russell, might have worn their own hair short in their youth, and worn a wig over it. As the fashions changed, her level of personal comfort re: hair length didn’t, and she kept her hair short, but with a cap or turban over it. 

[themaskedwriter]

Cutting it Close

Clues: I like to ‘do things’ ‘in the wild’, like surround myself with rainbow people! If I’m not writing I’m hosting yet another session of Dungeons and Dragons or taking care of My Drunk Roommate.

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader, Platonic! Tony Stark x Reader, Platonic! Sam Wilson x Reader, Platonic! Bucky Barnes x Reader Word Count: 6k Warnings: Fluff all the way through

Summary: When you moved out to New York to escape a relationship and humdrum life, you had planned on getting a job working at a salon or barber shop. What you hadn’t planned on was getting a job at a barber shop at the foot of Avengers Tower and becoming the go-to for most of the team. You also hadn’t expected to catch the attention of Captain America’s baby blue eyes.

It was hard proving yourself as anything in New York City, the sprawling metropolis acting as the East Coast’s version of Los Angeles. Actors working as waitresses during the night so they could audition at Broadway and smaller theatre companies during the day, fashion designers swamping Mood fabrics with a raw hope of running into Tim Gunn and a camera crew; script writers, models, business start ups, writers, everyone swarmed this city. That didn’t even count the people who had grown up in this bustling nonsense and didn’t have the common sense to leave.

“I just don’t know how anyone can even afford to live in Brooklyn,” I lamented to my client as I raked a comb through the top of his hair.

The pompadour was back in style, high and tight shave on the sides with long sweeping locks on top held in place with way too much pomade. The only problem was guys these days didn’t want to have to put too much effort into styling their hair like they did back in the forties and fifties, hyper masculinity creeping in from the sixties and seventies when all the men wore their hair short and sensible following Korea and Vietnam.

“Unless you grew up there and have rent lock, you don’t,” the man laughed flipping a page of the newspaper he was reading.

Getting a job even working as a barber had been hard, most stylist and barbers out here got their license and job through apprenticing under an established owner and then received their job security that way. But I had to get as far away from my asshole ex as possible and there was no easier place to get lost than in a city that already had far too many people. I had gone into a lot of salons before finally a barber who was getting up there in age and low on staff decided to take a risk on a girl from some backwoods state.

“So where did you find to stay?” He asked in the sense that he didn’t care, he had just run out of small talk as I drug the straight razor along his nape to sharpen his outline.

“Small place in Greenwich Village. It seems like a good neighborhood so far,” I responded cheerily. I didn’t mention how every appliance I had didn’t seem to work, including my radiator which was starting to be more of a concern as the temperatures dropped. He didn’t want to hear my problems and I didn’t want him to think I was fishing for a larger tip. “All set, Mr. Conroy.”

I moved the mirror around behind him so he could look at the large one in front of him and see the back of his head to affirm that the neckline looked good and his cowlick was manageable. Paying his forty dollars for his cut and leaving me a five, I still managed to sell him a puck of the pomade I used before wishing him a good rest of his day and turning to clean up my station.

It was just me today, the rest of the boys who worked here had stayed out late for the Superbowl celebrations, rooting against Tom Brady and then having to drink their disappointment away had taken a lot out of them. I didn’t look up as the bell above the door tinkled, focusing instead on trying to sweep all the hair shavings into the bin.

“Hi there, just a moment please!” I called out over my shoulder as I rushed to toss the dirty towels in the hamper and grab some clean ones.

“Take your time, ma’am,” came the polite response, something that was a rarity in the sprawling metropolis.

Finally turning I stopped dead in my tracks as I stared up at a shaggy, but beautiful Captain America. I was not prepared for this, people in New York saw The Avengers out and about all the time. Getting coffee, coming in and out of the tower down the street for meetings, grabbing lunch. I, however, was not prepared in the slightest. I assumed they had their own people for their personal upkeep.

“Do you have any openings for a shave and a cut?” the Captain asked hesitantly after I gawked at him for probably an inappropriate amount of time.

“Uh, yes! Yes, sir! Come on back with me,” I ushered to my barber chair and underneath the thick tawny beard I could detect a hint of a rosy flush.

“Steve is just fine, ma’am.” He insisted and I managed to flash a smile.

“Well, Y/N is just fine for me.”

Steve settled in and I flared a cape around his broad shoulders and clasped it behind his neck. I ran my finger between the neck of the cape and his skin, like standard and ignored the shiver that passed down his spine.

“Is this too tight?” I asked habitually and he shook his head.

“No,” he answered softly as I ran my fingers through his long golden locks, pulling them horizontally from the ridge of his head so I could get an accurate idea of how long it was.

“What are we thinking today, Steve?”

“Well, um, I have to do press related stuff again so I need to get rid of all of it. Tony gave me an electric razor, but it got caught,” Steve lifted his chin to show where underneath there was a patch of what started as a clean shear to then looking a little mangled.

I giggled and nodded trying not to freak out that Captain freaking America was talking to me so flippantly about who could only be Tony Stark. “Well, at least you started underneath. Do you style your hair at all when it’s short?” Grabbing my clippers I slip a half inch guard on it and start running it up the back of his head, tossing the shaved parts off to the side.

“Sometimes I’ll use a little grease to spike the front. Sam says it’ll help with ‘the ladies’, Buck says it stops me from twitching it out of my eyes all the time like I did as a kid when we couldn’t afford to cut it.”

It’s strange, the raw brutal honesty that people speak to their hairdressers with. It’s something I’ve long become accustom too. Women have said they’ve had easier times leaving their husband than their hairdresser, but the men are the most loyal. They’re in every four weeks like clockwork and I selfishly hoped that Steve wouldn’t be any different.

A comfortable silence fell over us as I worked, blending his sides into his top as my shears snipped inches of rough and damaged ends off onto the linoleum floor. When I finished with his haircut I held up my hand mirror behind him like I always do.

“How’s this feel?” I ask and his runs his large hands through his hair.

“Wow, it looks exactly like I used to have it cut back in the day,” Steve admired, now looking more hipster than hobo since I hadn’t gotten around to his scruffy beard.

“Well, I cheated and used a reference picture,” I snickered and pointed to the far wall where Steve, Tony, Natasha, Clint, Thor, and Bruce all stood for a photo op after saving New York from hordes of aliens.

“Oh, god, I forget how many places around here have that dumb article hanging on their walls,” Steve grumbled, sobering instantly.

I bit my lip and mixed up the shaving cream. “If it makes you feel any better, I’m not from New York so I don’t think you’re all that impressive.” It was supposed to come across as teasing, but my tone fell flat and I instantly flushed hoping that I didn’t insult him.

Steve blinked his impossibly blue eyes at me a few times before breaking out into one of the most genuine, gut shaking, laughs I’ve ever heard. His right hand reached up to clutch at his heart, or grab his boob, I wasn’t really sure, and he doubled over in his seat. When he finally got control of himself he had to wipe a tear from his eye and he looked up at me with sparkling eyes and a wide smile.

“I cannot tell you how happy I am to hear that,” he wheezed and settled himself back into the chair so I could spread the shaving cream on his cheeks and chin.

I laughed softly and sucked my lips in, showing him to mimic, and when he did I spread the cream over his upper lip. Clipping the sharpening leather around my hip, I pulled out a worn leather pouch and flipped it open, the silver straight razors gleaming in the sunlight. Pulling one out I flipped it open, palming the ivory handle tightly as I drug the steel across his cheeks, scraping and sloughing off the coarse hair.

“I haven’t had this done since before the war,” Steve muttered carefully.

“Which one?” I asked, trying not to get overwhelmed by the spice of his cologne that was now assaulting me since I was so close.

“Oh, you know, just the big one,” he responded cheekily, letting me tilt his jaw up so I could carve around the sharp bone and down his throat.

“You’re awful trusting for someone who’s been in so many that they have big ones and little ones.”

“Yeah, well, if you see everyone as an enemy you wouldn’t get to meet pretty girls who told you weren’t all that impressive.”

I feel my cheeks burn and I can’t help the goofy smile on my face as I move to his chin, biting down on my bottom lip to get him to protrude the little baby beard under his plump bottom lip.

“Doc usually kicks out guys who try to woo me, you know,” I warn, the teasing tone of my voice working this time.

Steve tries to restrain the smile that wants to take over his face and crinkle the space I was shaving. “I’ll have to keep it to myself then when he’s around.”

By the time I finished shaving Steve and wiping the cream off his face with a warm towel he looked twenty years younger. Steve rubbed his large hand over his jaw as I removed the cape from around his neck.

“I feel like I lost ten pounds,” he joked and I looked down at the floor with all the hair at my feet.

“I could probably make a small dog out of that,” I joked back and immediately swept it into a dust bin. “I’m not going to come get mobbed for Captain America’s hair clippings, am I?”

Steve winced and pulled out his wallet. “God, I hope not.” He laughed and handed me a hundred dollar bill.

“I’ll get your change,” I commented and went over to the till.

“No, it’s all yours. You earned it,” Steve insisted.

“Steve, that’s like forty dollars for a tip,” I said in shock still holding out the bill.

“Thanks again, Y/N!” he beamed and threw on his jacket before backing out of the shop with a wave before I could make him take his money back.

It had been a few days since Steve had been in, the boys didn’t believe me at first so Doc had pulled up the security camera footage. They all bitched and moaned about how they missed speaking to Captain America and shaking his hand and bro-ing over whatever bros broed about before Doc erased the footage.

“Don’t trust them paparazzi sort. If the Captain wants to use us as his shop, we keep it to ourselves,” the old marine barked, causing the shop boys to quiet down and nod in agreement.

The day had been typical, a few fades, a shave or two, and the business man who came in once a week to see me for barely a trim just so he could have a girl wash his hair. He was lonely, but nice, and tipped well so I kept taking him.

Just as Doc was sending me home the door opened with it’s pleasant chime and the whole shop went quiet. I turned to look over my shoulder to see Tony Stark standing there, adjusting the cuffs of his shirt under his suit jacket and examining the humble little corner shop.

“Mister Stark,” Doc greeted walking forward to shake the man’s hand. “What a pleasure. How can I help you today?”

“I am actually looking for Y/N. Our resident star spangled man couldn’t stop talking about what a great job she did after my electric razor apparently nearly zapped his face off. Thought I’d see what all the fuss was about,” Tony explained looking passed the old owner and spotting me by my station.

“I can take you now if you’d like, Mister Stark,” I offered, slipping my jacket back off and hanging it on the hook, trying not to show how nervous I was.

I wasn’t nervous because it was Iron Man, Iron Man always had a mask on. Tony Stark, however, was on the front cover of most magazines, and headlining the evening news, and a prominent figure in the community. Tony Stark’s haircut and face were seen at least twenty times a day by very influential people and that was a very terrifying thought.

“Tony is fine, please,” he assured as he settled himself into my cracked leather chair after also handing me his own suit jacket which I hung up next to my own.

Flourishing the cape over him I performed the same routine; snap the cape, run my finger along the inside, ask if it’s too tight. Tony assured that the cape was fine and my fingers immediately went into his graying hair along his parietal ridge, pulling softly and feeling for texture and thickness.

“So you’re testing me, then?” I asked, hoping to come across nonchalant. “What’s your goal?”

“Oh, you know, just make me even more handsome if possible,” he responded, crossing his left leg over his right.

“Uncross your legs,” I demand immediately, lightly smacking his shoulder with my comb.

He startled slightly but uncrossed them hurriedly, Doc made a disapproving clucking noise from the register where he was watching his newest hire. I cast him a small look of irritation before focusing back at Tony in my mirror.

“Do you get your sides cut with clippers or shears?”

“You’re the professional,” Tony quipped with a bemused expression.

I chuckle softly and pick up my spray bottle, spritzing him down thoroughly before picking up a barber comb and my cutting shears.

“So, Tony, I’m sure you have someone you pay way more than us to make sure you’re coiffed all pretty. Steve couldn’t have talked me up all that much,” I teased as I started cutting.

“Hasn’t stopped talking you up, more like. I swear, he checks his hair every time he walks by a mirror to see if it’s grown enough yet.”

I paused and my eyes flicked to Tony’s in the mirror. “Was it too short?” I asked nervously.

Tony rolled his brown eyes. “No, he’s too anxious to come back.”

Feeling a different sort of nervousness creep into my stomach I went back to what I was doing. Making my way around the sides of his head I went to the top and then grabbed my thinning shears to blend the line.

“I’m not going to get a phone call from an angry, overpaid stylist, am I?” I joke as I move to mix up the shaving cream in a bowl.

Tony quirked an eyebrow at me as I snapped the leather to my hip and swiped my straight razor up and down the length.

“What makes you think my stylist is overpaid?” he asked curiously with a hint of challenge.

I laughed and swiped cream around his cheeks and down his chin. “All celebrity stylists are overpaid. It’s the hairdresser’s dream.”

“Including yours?”

“I dunno, it’s a lot of pressure doing celebrities.”

“Well, don’t worry, no pressure from my end,” Tony assured.

I shrug one shoulder lackadaisically. “I know, you’re not all that famous.”

“Yeah,” he drew the word out slowly. “Pepper likes to tell me that all the time too.”

The soft scrape of blade sloughing hair from his face was one of the most relaxing sounds in the world. Using the corner tip to make the hard corners of his signature goatee, the tips of my fingers resting lightly under his chin to lift it to the height I needed to not cut him.

“Get this close with all your clients?” he teased and I frowned, quickly pulling my hand away.

“I need you to not talk for like, five minutes, unless you want to lose your lip,” I admonish strictly and he smirked but complied easily enough to allow me to finish.

Swiping my blade clean on a towel, I grabbed a clean warm one and wiped the cream off his face before letting him examine himself in the mirror.

“Huh, yeah, not bad kid,” Tony praised as I snapped the cape off.

“Anything I can fix or change?” I asked before ditching it in the dirty laundry bin.

“No, looks great.”

Tossing the cape in the bin I pass him his suit jacket that I had hung up earlier.

“That’ll be sixty dollars, please, Tony. Can I interest you in any of the product? I used the Mitch Clean Cut on you today.”

“Easy there, Y/N,” Doc interrupted. “We’re just glad you decided to try us out, Mister Stark. Your service is on the house today.”

Tony furrowed his brows in confusion and looked between me and Doc. “Is she commission based?” he asked.

“No, sir, hourly,” Doc responded.

“Okay, well, I appreciate it. Tip for you, Y/N. You know, I hate to admit when the Cap is right, but, well, I’ll see you in four weeks,” Tony commented loftily, shaking my hand and leaving a bill in my hand with a wink. He was out the door before I could process the hundred he left behind in my palm or the promise of his return.

“Listen, all I’m saying is if you just even just trim the shagginess you wont look like some murderous caveman.”

The warm, teasing voice filled the reception area as the bell tinkled above the doorway to the shop. I looked up from the clipper cut I was quickly pushing through to see none other than Sam Wilson and Bucky Barnes standing by the front counter. The guys had all taken off early for beers, leaving me to close on my own once again. Not that I minded, living in New York was way more expensive than my small town half way across the country. I would happily take all the clients they took for granted.

“There is nothing wrong with my goddamn hair,” Bucky grumbled angrily under his breath at his friend, his hands shoved deep into a leather jacket and a gray hood from his sweater under it pulled up over his head.

“Maybe not if you did anything with it. Like, wash it…or comb it…or ya know…anything really other than let it hang around your face or up in a manbun,” Sam sniped back with a friendly glare.

I smirked slightly. “I’ll be right with you, gentlemen, go ahead and have a seat.”

I finished the client in my seat to the sound of their playful bickering, paid him out and thanked him for coming in. “Alright, boys, who’s up first?”

“This man,” Sam said clapping his hand on Bucky’s shoulder and shoving him forward off the chair.

“What? I told you I wasn’t getting my haircut. I just came along because you promised me pizza after,” Bucky argued.

“Dude, I got my hair cut here earlier today. I’m still hurt you haven’t noticed,” Sam commented, his face looking exaggeratedly wounded before looking up at me. “I asked for you but they said you were closing then I felt too bad to tell the dude I didn’t want him to cut my hair.”

I cocked my head to the side and narrowed my eyes as I examined his fade. He instantly squirmed and rubbed at the back of his head. “Is it jacked up?”

“Joey did it, didn’t he?” I already knew Sam had been in earlier, Joey had been talking about his whole shift. The kid had been positively glowing by the time he left with the other guys.

“Yeah?” Sam’s eyes narrowed and he tried to move his body so he could see in a mirror as he continued to rub his fade self-consciously.

“Yeah. It looks good. I thought the blend was crooked but it’s just your ears, come on back guys. I’ll just sweep real quick.”

Behind me Bucky let out a bark of laughter and Sam scoffed telling him to shut the hell up.

“I guess your reputation proceeds you correctly,” Sam commented taking a seat at the station next to mine and turning the chair to face me.

I felt my cheeks heat up and frowned in confusion. “I don’t know how to take that.”

“Steve and Stark both said that you weren’t starstruck over the super famous superheroes,” Sam explained, waving away the notion that they had said anything bad.

“Oh,” I responded simply and patted my chair for Bucky. The man, while large and imposing, just shrunk further into his hoodie and looked at me warily.

“I don’t bite, dude, and I can hang up your jacket and zip up so they don’t get hair in them,” I offered, holding my hand out for his jackets.

“Um, can I…can I keep the sweater on?” he asked hesitantly, shrugging off the leather.

“Sure,” I shrug. “But you gotta flip the hood in.”

Bucky settled in while I hung up his jacket and pretended not to notice Sam mouthing at him to be cool. I’m not an idiot, I knew the story of Bucky Barnes and I figured he had plenty of shit he was working through and just being here was hard enough for him. Turning back I noticed he had stuffed his hood in so it was a giant lump behind his neck and I reached out slowly.

“I’m just gonna smooth this out, cool?”

He nodded and I carefully flattened out his hood under his collar before draping the cape over him. This time instead of snapping it closed first I held it at the clasp and looked at him in the mirror. He was avoiding looking into the reflective surface, his eyes cast down to where his hands were folded in his lap.

“Is this too tight?” I asked.

His eyes shot up to mine in the mirror briefly before looking away. “Can you go a bit looser?” he asked softly and I nodded, moving down one clasp and snapping it closed. He let out a noticeably shaky breath under my fingers.

“So I get the feeling that if I asked you what you wanted to do with your hair, you’d say leave it how it is,” I teased lightly as I grabbed a black comb from where it was resting on a clean towel and noticed the corners of his mouth twitch upward. I gently pulled a small subsection of his hair out with the comb, smoothed the shafts down and held it up towards the LED lights overhead. “But, you have about two inches of split ends that are just dead and not doing anything for you other than getting tangled and spreading to your healthy hair. If we cut all them off you should be good for another eight to ten weeks before needing another maintenance trim. Does that sound okay to you?”

Bucky swallowed the heavy lump in his throat before sending a glare to Sam who had been sitting quietly and letting me try to get Bucky settled before catching my eyes again. “Yeah,” he murmured huskily. “Sounds fine.”

“Great!” I was trying to stay light and chipper. Doc was an old marine veteran so I had seen my fair share of veterans with PTSD come through. Doc usually took them, but for all the older man’s brash and direct interactions he’d had with me; I’d learned a lot about to how to interact with a variety of people from him. It was fascinating watching Doc go from one client to the next, his personality changing to what the client in his chair needed.

“We’re gonna wash your hair first so I can cut it wet, okay?” I figured a step by step of what we were doing would be the easiest for him to handle. So he had the chance to say no to something if it made him uncomfortable.

I set my hand lightly across his shoulder, pulling back slightly when he flinched. “I need you to lean forward slightly so I can drop the back of your chair but not you.”

It was always unnerving doing your job under someone’s watchful eye. My first few weeks at the shop were rough with all the boys looking over my shoulder and Doc subtly checking over every one of my haircuts. But it was something else entirely to have Sam Wilson watch me with eagle eyes - well, Falcon eyes - as I handled his friend. He was making observations on me as a person, not a barber, and I had to fight the constant urge to squirm under his pointed gaze.

Gathering Bucky’s chestnut locks in one hand I guided him back down into the shampoo bowl slowly so he wouldn’t knock his head against the rim. “How do you like your water?” I ask, turning on the hose and sticking my fingers underneath as it warmed up.

“Hot as you can stand,” he responded, shifting so his neck would feel more comfortable against the acrylic tub.

“Want me to put a towel under your neck for some cushion?”

“It’s fine.”

Once the water was near scalding I started saturating his hair and looked up at Sam with a smile. “So, what smooth words did Joey use to get you in his chair?”

Sam smirked and crossed his arms over his broad chest. “He said you were stealing all the interesting clients. Had to throw the kid a bone.”

I smiled as I squirted some shampoo into my hands and started to gently work it through Bucky’s hair. “That was nice of you. He’s the biggest Falcon fan I have ever met. Please tell me he showed you his official hat?”

Joey was Doc’s apprentice, he was only seventeen and had tried to rob Doc with a water gun a few months back. Instead of calling the police, Doc offered him a job and the kid was a natural.

Sam looked extremely pleased with himself. “Yeah, I signed it for him.”

I hummed in approval as I applied gentle pressure around Bucky’s temples and the crown pressure point just above middle of his brows. “That was nice of you. He’ll be talking about it for weeks.” I deftly raked my fingers down the top of Bucky’s head to cup my hands just under his occipital bone and into the pressure points behind his ears where his jaw bone meets his skull. His eyes were closed and his breathing had evened out as he relaxed under my administrations.

I eased out of the massage so as not to shock him with sudden loss of contact as I started the hose up against. He startled slightly at the burst of water and I bit my bottom lip to stop myself from giggling. “Morning!” I chirped as I rinsed the shampoo from his hair and scalp.

“That was…really nice,” Bucky admitted taking another deep breath. “Was the shampoo supposed to tingle?”

“Yup,” I shut off the water and started applying conditioner to his long locks. “It has peppermint and tea tree extracts in it. Soothes and stimulates your scalp at the same time, but I just love the scent really.”

Rinsing the conditioner off I wrapped the towel around his hair and had him sit up so I could get his chair back in position. Tossing his towel in the soiled bin I start combing through his hair.

“Do you part off this front cowlick?” I ask, placing my comb on the spot just left of his center part.

“Sometimes.”

“Cool.” As I sectioned off his hair and started snipping all the dead ends off Bucky continued to relax more and more. “So what do you guys have planned for the rest of the night?”

“We were thinking of hitting Prince Street Pizza,” Sam said, having gone from watching me intently to scrolling on his phone.

“Oh, cool. I haven’t tried that one yet.”

“It’s the best pizza in Manhattan,” Bucky said with a face of total seriousness as he locked eyes with me.

Setting down my scissors and comb and flipping on the blow dryer and grabbing a boar bristle brush, I chuckled. “Well, then that will be the next pizza destination.”

“Wanna come with?” Sam asked nonchalantly.

I shook my head as I dried Bucky’s hair smooth. “I gotta call my mom tonight. If I don’t call her the same time and day every week she freaks out and thinks I got murdered.”

“You’re not from here,” Bucky observed, it was a statement and I nodded in agreement.

“Yeah, I moved here about a month ago.” I turned off the dryer and set it back in its cradle before removing the cape.

“How does it feel?” I asked Bucky, tossing the cape into the dirty bin.

Bucky actually looked at himself in the mirror and ran his fingers through his hair, not coming across any tangles or snags. It was soft and shiny and looked so much healthier than when he came in.

“It’s nice,” Bucky said with a small grateful smile. “Thank you.”

“Anytime, dude. I’m here every day except Tuesdays and Wednesdays.”

Leading them to the checkout, Bucky picked up a bottle of the shampoo I had used and like all the others left a more than substantial tip.

“So, eight to ten weeks Sergeant Barnes. Especially if you’re out saving the world and getting all battered. Also, switch from a regular elastic to a cotton tie, your hair is too fine for elastic, it’s breaking the cuticles of your hair.”

Bucky blinked at you a few times before nodding with a bashful smile, the tips of his ears a bright pink.

“I’d feel bad taking you from Joey, thanks again for doing all that Sam. And thanks for trusting me, Bucky,” I shook both men’s hands and Bucky chuckled softly.

“Well, we had to come see what actually got Steve and Stark to agree on something,” Bucky commented before both men departed with a friendly wave.

Looking up at the clock I noticed that it was a good half hour past closing so I locked the front door and started the closing chores, feeling good about what I had accomplished today.

The next day was Monday and I had been planning in my head all day what I was going to do with my middle of the week weekend. The last couple of days had been extra busy it seemed and I was looking forward to just lazing around the house and catching up on laundry and maybe do some prep cooking for the coming week. I had also been debating on getting a cat, so I would have someone to look forward to coming home to at the end of my shift.

“Captain Rogers! It’s good to see you again!” I heard Doc exclaim from the front where he had been showing Joey how to run some of the reports in the POS system.

My head whipped around so fast I almost slipped on the blend line on the client I was working on. Quickly going back to what I was doing so that no one could catch onto the small bit of bubbling anxiety that crept in. It had only been two weeks, there was no way he’d need his hair cut again so soon. Maybe a beard trim if he hadn’t been keeping up on it on his own. I peeked out to the lobby out of the corner of my eye and saw he was in fact still clean shaved so he must have been managing on his own and his hair cut was growing out just fine and didn’t need to be touched up quite yet.

He talked softly with Doc for a moment, shaking the older man’s hand and signing a quick autograph before taking a seat in the lobby, his hands folded in his lap as he patiently watched out the window into the Manhattan street.

The man in my chair impatiently cleared his throat and I mumbled a soft apology and continued his service. After finishing and checking the man out he looked up at me and then back at Steve still sitting in the chair. The man tossed a crumbled dollar bill at me. “Maybe next time pay more attention to what’s going on in front of you instead of getting star struck.”

I opened my mouth wordlessly, feeling the heat creep up on my cheeks as I fumbled with the bill he had thrown on the counter at me. Before I could defend myself the man was out the door into the cold New York air. Letting out a huff of hair and carding my fingers through my hair I shoved the dollar in my back pocket.

“What a jerk,” Steve admonished, looking behind himself at the door.

“Eh. It happens every once and a while.” I shrug and smile at him, leaning across the counter. “Thanks for sending me all your friends. I appreciate the referrals.”

“Well, you do a good job,” Steve said and then pink rose to his cheeks and tips of his ears. “Such a good job I was wondering if you’d like to grab a cup of coffee or something?”

I smiled so wide it made my cheeks ache. “I’d really like that Steve. I’m off in a couple of hours.”

“Go, take the rest of the day,” Doc hollered from across the shop, proving that he was most definitely not eavesdropping.

“You sure, Chief?” I ask over my shoulder, already reaching for my bag and jacket.

“Go on, before I change my mind and let Joey go with him instead.”

Steve held the door open for me as I threw my jacket on. As Steve smiled down at me and led me out into the loud and bustling streets of New York, I couldn’t help but think that this move was the right call after all.

[dongiovannaswife]

Yay!!! Okay so I thrive on domestic Giorno. I eat that stuff up. Could I maybe get some lazy early morning sex between Don Giorno and his (preferably female) S/O? Like he’s been working hard and been busy and he finally gets a little break to just relax and love on his special lady?

"I eat that stuff up" same, dear anon, same.

NSFW content below, character aged up (he's 28 here; just to clarify.)

Giorno Giovanna

When the first rays of sun started to illuminate her face and warm her skin smoothly she opened her eyes and instinctively reached her hand for her husband, waking up fully when she actually found his arm. (Y/n) was used to him leaving early to work but when she opened her eyes and fixed her gaze on him, the loving sigh escaping her mouth was something she couldn't hold.

Giorno's golden eyelashes shone with the sun, the way his new haircut, with short bangs caressing his forehead and making him look like some sort of divinity took her breath away.

(Y/n) came closer to him, pressing a kiss on his cheek the blond stirred and the beautiful eyes of the don opened revealing the turquoise gems.

"Buongiorno, vita mia." She whispered and even in his estate, not awake but not asleep Giorno flashed a smile full of a dreamer, answering with the morning voice she found so cute and yet, attractive. "Buongiorno, bella."

At this point he was fully awake and had encircled her waist with his arms, placing her on top of him.

"Excuse me, amore, but shouldn't you be at the office?" (Y/n) asked, tilting her head to the left and batting her eyelashes with a toying smile.

Giorno slide his fingers through her back, taking on the way the fabric of the lace nightgown gave her back a new texture and the way the warm of her skin made the fabric warm.

"Well, I don't think the boss will mind." He said, a playful tone on his voice and a smirk giving her a reason to chuckle, deciding to play along.

"Wouldn't your boss be mad, Giogio?"

"If I say to him a pretty girl was on my way I'm sure he'll understand. After all, how could I, the boss, deny a bit of love to my best lady?"

She chuckled, a bit more sensually this time and leaned: their lips almost touching. With this distance, when she spoke her lips brushed against his.

"Care to elaborate, mister mafia?"

Giorno winked, "always." And as they kissed slowly and passionate Giorno turned and placed her on the bed, climbing on top while kissing her with the care of the first time.

(Y/n)'s fingers toyed with the short hairs on the nape of his neck as his head descended through her neck, leaving lazy kisses.

The way her hands slide through his toned chest, already discovered by his preference of sleep shirtless, had him sighing in her ear.

"I love you." He whispered there and she pulled him for another kiss.

As the red lace nightgown ended on the verge of the bed she whispered back, "I love you too." And Giorno couldn't help but smile, toying with her breasts: one in his mouth and the other on his hand.

The few clothes ended up on the floor too, along with her nightgown: but that wasn't something they cared about as Giorno kissed her again, caressing her legs and holding into her hips when he started entering.

"Giogio," she said in a breathy moan, "I love you."

Giorno kissed her cheek again, starting to move slow but with deep thrusts. His face hiding on the crook of her neck, biting softly and leaving a few kisses.

Moans and the sound of skin meeting sounded on the room as the sun started to enter through the window, illuminating the lovers as they loved each other, lost on their own world.

Giorno supported his weight on his arms, watching her come undone under him, his thrusts getting messy as he gasped and moaned when her walls clenched deliciously around his length; the sight of her closing her eyes but opening her mouth to call his name between sighs and moans making him close his own eyes.

When she screamed his name in delight as she came the sensation made him reach his own high.

"(Y/n)?" He asked as they cuddled against the warm of each other under the sheets, already feeling the sleep taking over. She humed and he nuzzled on her hair further, "ti amo."

She smiled and, caressing his soft blond locks, answered; "ti amo, Gio."