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rbfclassy · 4 months

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STILL IN LOVE! #4 — TOJI FUSHIGURO

SYNOPSIS...after still messing around with your ex husband, you began to wonder if you’re still in love with him after finding out about his new girlfriend…

INFO...ex husband!toji x fem!reader, reader & toji have two kids, megumi is readers bio son, jealousy, smut, angst, arguments, alcohol, drinking problem, family problems, arguing in front of kids, toxic behaviors, crying, mentions of divorce

OTHER...likes and reblogs are appreciated

The sun peeked through your bedroom curtains, casting a small ray of light on the ground. The room was quiet, only the sound of breathing filled the room. With your eyes still shut, you began to awake, squirming around under the sheets and cuddling against whatever was making you warm. Your eyes fluttered open only to be met with a bare chest. A lazy smile spread across your face remembering the events of last night. A small groan left your lips when you fully awoke, looking to see that Nanami was still sound asleep, his arms wrapped around your waist, holding you close.

You ran your hand down his chest, both of you still naked under the covers. You let out a small chuckle, craning your head to place wet kisses against his neck, throwing your leg over his. Both of your clothes were scattered all over the house, only making it to the bedroom at the end of the night, fucking every where else. He groaned, “morning to you too, sweetheart.” He opened one eye to look at you, a smile tugging at his lips.

“Good morning.” You smiled. His hand squeezed at the flesh of your ass before he reached over and pulled you on top of him, only resulting in you letting out a small yelp.

“Come here,” he stared up at you with half lidded eyes. Biting down on your bottom lip, you leaned down, his lips connecting to yours, kissing you slowly. “You were incredible last night, you know that?” He smiled against your lips.

“Yeah?” You giggled, pecking his lips again.

“Mmm, yeah.” He cupped your face in his hand, kissing you again. You moved your hips against his, rocking back and forth before he pulled away with a smirk. “Don’t be a tease, darling,” he warned in a playful tone.

“Okay, okay,” you laughed, laying your head on his chest. You two shared a moment of silence, his hand resting on your lower back. “You know I’ve never had sex on the first date until last night,” you admitted, lifting your head to look at him.

“Well I guess we both have something in common then,” he grinned, rubbing his hand up and down your back. “To be fair, I was gonna walk away when you shut the door.”

“Well, I’m glad you didn’t.” You smirked, sitting up right again. “You up for some breakfast? It’s the least I could do for last night.”

“Of course,” he replied. You got off of him, walking to your closet to grab your silk robe, wrapping it around your body and tying it so it wouldn’t slip. “Just let me know when it’s ready, I’m still a bit sleepy.”

“Yeah, sure.” You nodded, walking out of your bedroom and shutting the door behind you to find the mess you two left in the living room and kitchen. Your heels, his shoes, your dress and panties, his shirt and pants were in various places on the floor. Most of the time you’d hate a mess, but you were too busy thinking about why there was a mess in first place.

Walking into the kitchen, you opened the fridge to grab the eggs, sausages, butter, and pancake mix. You grabbed a bowl, pouring the powder in before mixing it with some water, stirring it until it was a mix between thick and runny consistency, the stove heating up with butter in the pan. Flashbacks of last night kept popping in your head, making you stop in your tracks, remembering the way his hand was wrapped around your throat.

A sudden ring at the doorbell pulled you from your thoughts. Your brows furrowed knowing that Shoko wasn’t dropping the kids off until later in the day. You turned the stove off, dusting your hands off on the rag on the counter, walking over to front door and unlocking it. There stood a familiar man, your ex husband, wearing a black hoodie and sweats like he had just rolled out of bed and came over here. Though you couldn’t say much considering you did the same five minutes ago.

When Toji arrived, he couldn’t help but realize that not only was your car in the driveway, but someone else’s too. Your date was still here. And whatever bullshit Gojo was spilling to him last night was true, he could tell from the thin robe you were wearing, obvious you had nothing underneath. “Hey, mama,” he spoke, voice still groggy from waking up.

“The kids are still at Shoko’s.” You went to close the door in his face only for him to stop it with his hand. Your eyes narrowed at him. “What is it, Toji?”

“Damn, I can’t get a ‘hi’ back?” He scoffed.

“From the way you pissed me off the other day, no. And now you’re ruining my morning. So, I’m gonna ask one last time, what is it?” You asked with an attitude, folding your arms across your chest.

“I need to talk to you,” he replied.

“I’m busy.” You tried to shut the door again, but his foot blocked the door. An annoyed sigh left your lips, followed by an eye roll.

“Doing what?” He bluntly asked.

“Why do you care?” You shrugged your shoulder at him.

“Your date is still here, huh? That’s why you’re not letting me in?” He scoffed with a smirk.

“Yeah, so what? I’m a grown woman with my own house, I can let anyone stay here if I like,” you retorted.

“You fuck him?” Toji clenched his jaw, heart beating in his chest. He doesn’t even know why he was asking, it was obvious.

“Are you serious right now?” You asked in disbelief, eyes widening.

“Answer the fucking question, I’m not playing around with you.” He had a serious expression in his face, eyes staring you down. If it were anyone else, they’d be scared, but you’ve dealt with Toji enough to know that he wouldn’t do a thing.

“It’s none of your goddamn business who I fuck! I don’t go asking you who you stick your dick in, do I? Leave me the fuck alone, Toji, I can’t stand your ass!” You began to raise your voice. Every time you and him argued, it reminded you of the reason why you two divorced in the first place. Sure, Toji was a great husband at times, a good dad, and he showed you love and adored you, not to mention the sex was great, but you couldn’t take the petty arguments. It grew tiring fighting with him every other day, either him or you starting it, yelling in front of the kids. You hated that. Megumi and Naya were always your first priority and to hear them crying, asking you to stop fighting broke your heart in pieces.

The marriage grew stale, the fights pulling you two apart from each other. He’d go out with his friends and drink beers all night instead of spending time with you, knowing that something would cause an argument and blow up. Countless nights, you were left alone, crying, thinking of all the things you could’ve done differently. You loved Toji so much, but it seemed like you two weren’t meant for each other. You still let him in your life because of the kids, and it was clear that tension was still there, leading to the nights of sex, sleepovers, and flirty comments. It wasn’t good, but you missed him, so you allowed it.

“So you did.” Toji nodded his head, poking the inside of his cheek with his tongue.

“Yeah, I did. Instead of worrying about me, worry about your fucking girlfriend, okay? Get your priorities straight—”

“Y/n?” The sound of Kento’s voice startled you as he walked into the living room, his boxer briefs on. You looked over your shoulder, glancing at him before looking back at Toji. “Everything okay?”

What you were afraid of was Toji pushing open the door and causing a scene. The look on his face said it all, it was like you could see the thoughts running through his head. “Everything is fine, let me talk to the mother of my kids!” Toji, surprisingly, called out from the other side of the door.

You shut your eyes in frustration, walking outside and shutting the door behind you. “I can speak for myself.” You glared at Toji.

“Just thought I’d let him know before you gave a bullshit excuse.” He blinked at you, biting the inside of his cheek.

“What is your problem?!” You yell in a whisper.

“I said I needed to talk to you!” Toji slightly yelled.

“I don’t want to fucking talk to you! Each time I do it turns out like this!” You motioned to him and yourself. “You make my life miserable!” You began to tear up, choking on your words as you tried not to cry. “You show up with your new girlfriend after you said how much you missed me, and how sorry you were! Coming over the house, sleeping over, sleeping in my bed! You made me think that we could’ve been something good again, you fucking asshole!” You pushed him, tears now streaming down your cheeks. Everything, from the frustration to your sadness and confusion, released.

“Mama, calm down.” Toji grabbed your wrist. It was starting to make sense why you were acting weird that night he told you he couldn’t take the kids. You were jealous, just scared to admit it.

“No! I hate you! I wish I never married you!” You tried to push him again.

“You don’t mean that.” Toji stared at you only to see your hateful gaze staring back at him. “Tell me you don’t mean that.” Your head dropped low as you cried. “Y/n.” He let go of your wrists. “Tell me you don’t fucking mean that.” Silence. “Listen, she isn’t my girlfriend, okay? She was just someone I was seeing. She didn’t mean shit to me.”

“So you brought our kids around your fuck buddy? God, can you get anymore worse?” You had a scowl on your face as you wiped your tears.

“She showed up to my house right before I dropped them off! I wouldn’t do that with the kids around, you know that!” Toji tried to explain, but he could see from the look in your eyes that you weren’t believing what he said, even if it was the truth. He brought his hands up to your face, cupping it gently. “I care about you, y/n. You were my fucking wife, my everything. You think I could just forget about that so easily?” His eyes searched yours only for you to push him away.

“Yet you still did it, all so you could go back to your old self before me.” You sniffled. “Just leave me alone, Toji. I don’t ever wanna see you again unless it involves Megumi and Naya.” You turned away from him, entering the house, trying your best to cover up your teary face.

“Y/n?” Nanami walked back into the living room to see you standing there.

“I’m sorry you had to hear that.” You wiped your eyes. He walked over to you, immediately taking notice of your red eyes and tear stained cheeks. Warm arms engulfed your frame, holding you tight against his chest. “It’s embarrassing.”

Nanami had no say in the situation, but he could tell it upset you. So, he settled on hugging you, embracing the silence. “Don’t worry about it, okay? Let’s sit down and relax before making breakfast.” He gently caressed your head.

Toji sat there in his car, running his hand through his hair. He took one last look at your door, something in him wishing you’d walk out before he drove off. He hated that he made you cry, only reminding him that he could never be good enough for you. He wishes he could. But you were right, he thought he could play two games at once, only to get himself confused and hurting you in the process.

Toji missed you, always came back to you, but had to remind himself that it wasn’t healthy for either of you to be together the way you were. It’s why he’s tried several time to move on, jumping from girl to girl but none of them were ever you. It’s why he came back, feeling most at home when he was around you and your two kids. It’s what he knew best. Now, you were moving on, just like he’s been trying to. It hurts, but it’s his karma and he has to live with it.

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yestrday · 7 months

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: ̗̀➛ LOVE BITES. yan! isagi yoichi / gn! reader / yan! kurona ranze

you don't know what to do but spit fire and hate at two kidnapping psychos who can't even keep their lips off each other. they could at least have the decency to not do it in front of you :/

+ waaaah idk this writing feels lazy but i love love loooove poly yanderes and i wanted to try exploring it...

( once again. how do kissing scenes work. slight bl00d. poly relationship. implied other poly relationships who are also out to getcha )

ever since their blue lock days, kurona had always been isagi’s partner-in-crime. of all the partners yoichi could have chosen, he who had came later in his life was the one who won isagi’s trust and hand. and now he and isagi conquered together– in every match, in every television appearance, and now most importantly, you.

“kurona,” isagi murmurs, his delicate yet calloused fingers running up and down your bare hips. called by his silent command, kurona leans in closer, and his lean body presses itself on your shivering back. there is a silent intimacy in the air, simply indescribable by words. alone in the shadows of their shared living space, with only the occasional sliver of moonlight whenever the curtains flutter, the three of you press your heated bodies together.

isagi casts his gaze upon him, benevolent and possessive. it’s a cross between the kind off-field isagi and the cruel maestro of the court, and kurona finds himself shuddering under his gaze. “kurona,” he calls again. “talk to [your name] for me, please?” he sends him a pleading look, obviously disappointed that none of his attempts to consoling you is working. “i think they’re still scared of me.”

“mmm, is that true, [your name]?” he nuzzles into your nape and hugs your waist. your breath hitches when you feel his fingers dig into your skin– not harsh and blood-drawing as you expected, but well, who can blame you for your paranoia? “why’re you scared of isagi? of me? hmm?” your nape is soft against his nose, and he lets out a content sight. “we’re taking good care of you, aren’t we?”

you can’t help but whimper when he finally places all his body weight on you, treating you like a mere plushie as you’re now squished between isagi and kurona. “that’s right,” isagi hums, idly playing with your hair. “whatever you want, you can ask. we’re pros now, [your name]. we can buy you anything you want.”

you bite your lip, sending a teary glare up at isagi. he smiles so kindly, just like the kind boy you once cheered on blue lock tv. you can feel kurona’s gentle touch on your stomach too, and keenly aware of how capable he is of hurting you with just one clench. “i want to go back home.”

kurona and isagi share a quiet laugh. “everything except for that, that is.” the blue-haired boy even has the gall to send you an apologetic smile. “sorry.”

“we need you here with us,” kurona whispers, as sweet as he can be. his teeth graze against your nape once again but before he pulls away he takes a nip at your skin again, with more warning than the last. “you’re our prize, our trophy, our love. all of us love each other, yeah? you love us, and we love you too. how could you handle being away from us?” he has the gall to say all of this like it’s fact, imposing their feelings on you even when your face contorts into disgust with every delusion he spouts.

“i don’t think i would wanna live without you and isagi,” kurona whispers into your skin, as if sharing a secret. isagi’s one arm slings itself around kurona, now having the two of you huddled in his arms. “i think i’d die. yeah, i’d die.” sometimes, you think that kurona might just as much of a prisoner as you are. isagi likes to play nice all the time but both of them know how cruel and manipulative he could be, and how tightly he has kurona wound around his finger. but you watch as isagi smiles endearingly at the boy, pressing a kiss on his lips. then when he pulls away, kurona lets out a low whine, isgai’s breath hitches, and he dives in again for yet another albeit messier kiss. you cringe and look away.

chuckling, isagi gently holds the back of your hair— slightly squeezing the strands as warning— and guides your vision back to them. isagi is watching you from the side of his eye, smirking as he continues with that messy and drooly kiss. kurona struggles to even open his eyes, too pleasure-struck as he leans into the kiss. “watch, [y. name]. you could learn a lesson or two,” he chuckles. “kurona’s always so good for you and me. you should see what you’re missing.”

“i’m not missing out anything,” you sneer, though you’re only speaking to air as isagi redirects his energy into making out with kurona. “you two are sick. keeping me here and subjugating me to your every whims. you’re perverted psychos, that’s what you fucking are.”

kurona’s eyes slant slight, looking somewhat like a kicked puppy as you spout venom at the both of them. isagi just looks more amused than anything and he finally releases kurona from his hold. the sharp-toothed holds both of your hands in his as he looks up at you pleadingly as he presses your cold palm against his cheek. “[y. name], you’re here because we want to protect you. everyone out there wants a piece of you… kaiser and ness… nagi and that millionaire. isagi just wants the best for you.” he presses a soft kiss to your palm. “for the both of us.”

you want to refute this, that the only reason why they locked you away is so their other equally psycho competitors won’t find you and take you for themselves. but kurona’s eyes and gentle acts have a way of prodding at your heartstrings and you feel like you were falling for this stupidly effective manipulation tactic of his. so instead you sigh and look away from him, gritting your teeth with hardened eyes.

“now, now, don’t be too stubborn,” isagi laughs, pressing a kiss to your temple and nuzzling into the crook of your neck. “you’re going to be with us for a lo~ng time. might as well learn how to love it.”

you bite your lip to silence yourself and watch as kurona smiles gently at you, nestling himself right beside isagi’s head. “love you so much, both of us,” he murmurs into your skin. his sharp teeth graze the soft flesh, making you stiffen and your fingers dig into isagi’s thigh in alarm. “you’ll accept our love, won’t you?”

“of course they will, kurona,” isagi affirms, not even waiting for your response. “don’t feel too guilty.”

a silence between them happens, sharing some sort of secret message you’re not privy to. soon, kurona’s lips twitch into a smile—

and his teeth dig into your neck, blood seeping from the broken skin as you scream at the pain. warmth shoots through your neck, something trickles downwards and under your shirts, and you stare wide-eyed at the ceiling as you hear nothing but your own shallow breaths. kurona hums beside you, licking the marks in apology, and one fearful glance at him has you flinching at how he licks the blood from his lips with that ever-gentle expression.

“looks s’ pretty on you, kurona,” isagi says appreciatively, pressing down on his lower lip with his thumb and kurona opens his mouth so he can get a full view of the mess within his mouth. “must taste really good, huh? especially with the way you’re blushing.”

he’s right, your mind manages to comprehend. his eyes are lidded as his tongue swipes at his teeth to get every drop and the blush on his pale face tells you just how much he’s enjoying this. the man’s a sick pervert. how could i fucking forget?

“don’t be so angry, [y. name].” isagi swipes a trickle of blood from your skin and presses it against kurona’s lips, who too eagerly sucks on his finger to get more of the taste. “it’s the least you could do for hurting kurona’s feelings. our feelings.”

you don’t quite have the energy to even bite back. in defeat, you slump against isagi and close your eyes to the sound of kurona’s hungry slurps and isagi’s encouraging moans.

sick fucks.

maybe you should let yourself get kidnapped by reo. better the collar than getting bitten. probably.

#yandere blue lock #blue lock #yandere x reader #yandere isagi yoichi #yandere kurona ranze #blue lock x reader #bllk x reader #isagi yoichi #kurona ranze #yester.writes

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ironunderstands · 5 months

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God I love being correct (2.2 leaks incoming!!!)

“Jade saved Aventurine!!!” “Jade helped him out of the kindness of her own heart!!” “Jade is such a mother figure to Aventurine!!”

mmm yeah, definitely yup 100%

Honestly this fucking speaks for itself, and I’m so glad hoyo committed to the evil on her, she’s very compelling and that’s extremely cunty I must give her credit for it, but god do I absolutely despise the people who believe Jade and Aventurine have a healthy relationship, or that she “saved” him out of the kindness of her own heart or something.

To Jade, Aventurine is an investment, nothing more and nothing less, which is why she puts her faith in him, he’s a reliable business opportunity, but that’s not the same as caring about him personally and I really need people to get the difference

If Aventurine hadn’t proved himself useful to her, she would have left him to rot in prison or succumb to his death sentence, this isn’t saving, it’s exploitation.

Jade knows Aventurine couldn’t decline whatever offer she made, and anything is worse than death or slavery, the things he’s trying to escape, so she offers for him to join the IPC to make more money for them. That’s it, that’s all she wants, she doesn’t care about how bad being in the IPC is for Aventurine’s mental health, how he literally took on a suicide mission so he could escape being a stoneheart, how even if she “saved” him, his banner name is literally “gilded imprisonment” and his lightcone “inherently unjust destiny”, so damn she did a real good job at saving him and fixing his life, definitely didn’t just put him in a pair of gilded chains.

Also like can we talk about how weird Jades comment about his eyes were? Like it’s genuinely creepy to me considering Avens eyes are a) one of his biggest insecurities and b) people fetishize them, something which Jade knows and chooses to still comment about. I hate to say it, but I feel like if this was a male Jade saying that to a female Aventurine, yall would never let that slide and Jade would never beat the p3do allegations. Aventurine was likely a teenager/young adult in that scene, and either way there is a visible power dynamic between them (I mean Aven is literally in chains looking up at her), and I don’t think if the situation was flip flopped people would be treating Jade like some kinda hero. If they were the same gender I feel like people would be shipping them though 😭

So, yeah. Being correct feels amazing, pls use your brains and realize that just because one character sounds kinda nice to another, does not mean they actually care about them or are a good person!

#honkai star rail #aventurine #hsr aventurine #hsr jade #penacony #hsr spoilers #hsr leaks #Ah it feels so good to watch the “Jade is mother figure to Aven” truthers lose #Now we have to prepare for the second wave of annoying #That being the “omg don’t end that flop jade”#I hope her kit is absolute dogshit just to limit the size of her annoying ass fans #Ik it will probably be amazing but still #Jade is a pretty amazing villain and I hope her fans don’t keep ruining her for me

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fyuuura · 3 months

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UNDERCOVER | jake peralta

summary: jake peralta goes undercover to infiltrate a famous mob and he meets you, the niece of the boss who loves cops.

world count: 3.9k

notes: this is my first one shot and first writing since making this account. my obsession with jake peralta is crazy.

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It was no secret that a recently fired police officer was just introduced to the Ianucci crime family. When your father announced it to you, you immediately got up from laying on the couch. It was hard to believe since your family had hated cops since the beginning of time. Although you were apart of the Ianucci family, you weren't involved in whatever business they were apart of due to your mother wanting an normal life. They were still family and as long as no one mentioned business, they could live in harmony.

You were indifferent in your opinion about cops. Many were snobs, but the few that cared for their community were the ones you could respect. Though, you did have to admit that you love a man in uniform and seeing your extended family being apart of the mob, only made the whole uniform more appealing. You weren't close to much of your extended family, only the girls who weren't much involved with the business either.

"Who let him in?" You curiously asked.

"Your uncle Leo. Apparently he got fired from the police force and bought everybody drinks. He made a big scene." He chuckled.

"Mmm. How old is he?" You excitedly inquired, leaning forward in anticipation for the answer. You were a single woman in her twenties, you needed answers.

"Yeah absolutely not." Your father said in his thick Brooklyn accent. "He's an ex-cop, and we all know how cops are. A bunch of playboys I tell you. They are no good."

"As if the Ianucci family is much better." You shook your head, and changed the television channel.

"We aren't. I'll admit that, but we do have loyalty. You never know what these cops will throw at you. If or when the Ianucci family falls, I guarantee it'll be because my brothers or cousins stupidity."

"You think they'll get arrested." You asked.

"Oh honey, they may be my family, but if they get caught, they know what they did. Plus, it'll serve them right for crashing my tenth birthday party and turning it into a mess." Your father shook his head, still holding a grudge over decades old fights.

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You and your father arrived to the family party and he immediately went off to go dance with his cousins while you went to go find a waiter with some food. You didn't really know what to do in some parties, you often drifted through the crowds and mingled with the people, but you always found your way back to the bar.

You sat at the bar, wine glass in one hand and your hand bag in the other. It was peaceful until you notice a guy sitting down right next to you, ordering a drink. You've never seen him before, but you hoped he wasn't an extended family member. He had a rather nice face, a kind, unsuspecting smile, and a fit body. You smiled as he grabbed the drink from the bartender. 'Just my type.'

It was like he sensed you looking as he turned to face you. He smiled once he saw you were staring at him, but you didn't turn away. No, you needed to know who he was. "Hey."

"Why hello there. What's your name?" He replied back, his voice just as charming as him.

"[Name] Ianucci." It was like he was hooked onto the words that slipped out of your mouth. His eyes were mesmerizing. "I haven't seen you around before."

"It's my first party. Leo invited me. I'm Jake Peralta." He held out his hand for her to shake, but she froze. He watched as her eyes widened, her lips parted, and her eyebrows raised.

"The ex-cop!" She gasped then quickly put a hand over her mouth since she said that too loud. No wonder she was so attracted to him, she could spot a man in uniform even if he wasn't in it.

He laughed, "Yes, the ex-cop. Not my proudest moment, but I'm glad I'm no longer one. God, was it the worst possible profession I could've chosen."

"Really? Why do you say that?" She inquired.

"It's filled with a bunch of idiotic snobs and they fired me without good reason so good riddens to them." Jake said as if he didn't love his job and the people he works with. However, he had to play the role perfectly if he didn't want to get found out. Before he went undercover, he was informed about most members of the Ianucci family. Mostly the major characters involved with the mob, as well as their children and extended family. He remembered hearing about [Name] Ianucci, your father left the way of life long ago, but the family still kept in touch. Jake didn't have much information about you. You were the boss's niece but you didn't like to associate yourself with their beliefs. Due to this, you became a small outsider.

"I think being a cop is cool. I used to watch so many movies and if I didn't hate running as much as I do now, I think I would've became one."

"An Ianucci being a cop? I thought you guys hate my kind- wait that sounds off."

"We'll they do cause of you know what, but something about holding a gun and posing like a Charlie's angel seems so cool." You imitated the famous pose as you faked a gun with your hands and Jake shook his head chuckling.

"Hey, if you were on my team then I would've begged for my job back." He admitted and you raised a brow before taking a sip of your drink. Then he immediately paused, realizing what he said. Changing the topic was his best course of action, "So what do you do for work? Do you do the same as them?"

"Oh no. I dont associate myself with what they do, my side of the family decided to pursue other sorts of careers. I'm a first grade teacher."

"Sweet, so like you teach kids and get to play with them. Is it hard?" He tried to sound suave, leaning back in his chair. He was secretly happy to know that the pretty girl didn't do mob activities because that would've clashed with his morals and mission.

"I mean, being a teacher is always difficult, but it's a new experience everyday and I get to build bonds with the children of our future. I wouldn't have it any other way." She fondly smiled as she recalled her job. Jake noticed the ways were eyes softened and lit up. Her body language changed and got more relaxed as she shared her life. "But enough about me, I want to learn more about-"

Before she could finish, she heard the familar voice of an uncle interupt her. "Yo Peralta, come here and sing with us."

The two looked at the group of middle aged to old men, obviously wasted and drunk and having a jolly good time. Jake didn't want to end the conversation with you, but at the same time, he couldn't miss this opportunity to get close with the Ianucci family. You made eye contact once again and you nodded, ushering him to go hang out with your other family.

"We'll continue this conversation next time!" You said and he nodded, smiling and confirming that this won't be the last time you two meet as he shimmied towards the men. You shook your head as you watched him so effortlessly earn the affections of your uncles. He looked so carefree as he partied.

"Oh my was he hot." You whispered, smiling to yourself like an idiot after the interaction, and calling the bartender to serve you one more drink. So what if he was an ex-cop, it couldn't possibly be that bad.

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You and Jake Peralta saw each other a few more times after that. Your aunt gave him a small part time job at their restaurant/cafe. He made the coffee, which you ordered every morning, and the sandwiches. You watched as he charmed you aunt and the customers and you fell into his trap as well as he used every morning he could with you there to talk to you. A joke a day keeps the doctor away, as Jake would say as you laughed at almost every one of his jokes

"Hey hey hey, [name]." Jake greeted as you sat right across from him. He started hanging out quite frequently at your distant uncle's restaurant which was right by your house. Jake was one step ahead of you and already had your favorite coffee order ready. "Another long day of entertaining the little devils."

"Once again, they are seven and most are little angels but thank you for the drink." You took a sip before your eyes landed on his hair. His entire appearance has changed a lot since you met him. His hair grew longer and he started to slick it back using gel. He wasn't wearing the button up shirts anymore, and instead switched to tracksuits even when you said it wasn't his best look. "Your hair looks a lot better now that you've grown it out."

"What can I say? Just call me the next Brad Pitt." He flipped his imaginary long hair and smiled as he watched your smile.

"Absolutely not, but I appluad your effort." You smiled as his face fell into a pout. It was the mornings like this that made you excited to wake up and get ready. Ever since Jake started to hang around, you've been waking up a tad bit earlier to spend extra time getting ready and sleeping a tad bit later due to the uncontrollable smile on your face.

"Why do you even like being a teacher? All I can imagine are those little children gluing crayons onto their fingernails and eating it." He started playing with his fingers to try and model what he thinks the kids would look like.

"First of all, never do that again because it is not cute."

"Hey! Everything I do is cute." Jake got offended while you just stared at him as if he was an alien. It didn't last long because you can never get over his pouty face that makes him look like a sad dog.

"Second of all, I just love being around kids. When I was a child, my parents were almost never around until I got older. When my dad left the family business and pursued another career, it took up most of his time and my mom lives overseas. Teachers were the ones that filled in that parental role and I wanted to be just like them." When you finished your little backstory, Jake was staring at you which made you look down in embarrassment, "Sorry for the rant, I-"

"No, dont apologize, I get it." His voice seemed softer, softer than the voice he uses to tease you with, softer than the voice he uses to flirt with you, softer than the manly voice he uses around your uncles; it felt real. "My parents weren't really there either so I spent my childhood alone watching 'Die Hard'."

"I love that movie. I used to watch that too since my dad has it on the DVDs" You shared a comforting look.

"God, you just get more perfect don't you." He quickly spoke as he melted, your hands were quickly grasped in his. That was new. Maybe you should mention 'Die Hard' again if this was going to be his reaction.

"Looks like we're more alike than we think." You smiled, looking at your intertwined hands. He either didn't let go because there was no going back or he liked the feeling.

"You can add both being late because I am never on time and you are about to be tardy young lady."

Panic filled your eyes and you hastly got up from your seat, taking your bag and coffee, and pushed in your chair, "Bye bye!"

"Bye" Jake said in a sing songy voice as he waved and watched you entire your car before driving off.

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You both shared a sandwich that was cut in half as the streets filled with people walking to work or to get their morning drink or breakfast.

"So, are you going to the wedding tomorrow?" His tone seemed a bit different. You couldn't quite place your finger on it, but lately hes been a bit more fidgety. Maybe the wedding makes him feel lonely and he was about to ask you?

"Oh, I wish I could, but I don't really like those two getting married so I'd rather not waste my time." You shamelessly admitted and he looked almost relieved.

"How about your dad?"

"He doesn't like them either and he left on a business trip last night and wont return until next week." You told him, "Why do you ask?"

"Just wondering since it seems like a big event." His eyes widened as he emphasized the word big. "But there's no need for you to come anyways if you don't like them-"

"Did you want me to come?" You tilted your head as he stumbled for the right answer. You were honestly hoping that he would finally ask you out and you wouldn't have to be carefully searching through the restaurant windows to see if he was there.

"Oh no. Noooo. Not at all. You really shouldn't come." He was way too dismissive and offensive and it came out way harsher than he expected.

"Oh." You simply said and you could definitely feel your heart being cracked right open from embarrassment of ever thinking he was going to ask you out. It's not like you were daydreaming during work or right before bed of him asking you, but a simple no would be sufficed.

"I didn't mean it like that!" Jake saw the way the corners of her lips turned slightly down and wanted to punch himself for not choosing his words carefully. It's been two months since he started this undercover mission. The first four were spent learning the Ianucci family and how they operated. Now that he has successfully infiltrated the family, it was time for the hardest part. Breaking the connections he had formed. At first, he thought it would be a piece of pie. The only thing he shouldn't do is actually care about these people. That shouldn't have been hard since they were all criminals... Most were criminals at least. He was never supposed to keep talking to you, that wasn't the plan. He should have never asked why you wanted to be a cop, he should've never asked why kids made you so happy, and he should've never talked to you to begin with, but he did, and now he has to face the consequences of his actions.

Although you weren't involved with the business, they were still your blood-related family. They invited you and your dad to the parties and gave you discounts in the stores that they owned. Sure, you didn't like or associate yourself with most of them, but Jake knew you still cared for them because they were family and he didn't know how he could ever face you again for what he'll be doing at the wedding.

"I mean I'd love to have you as my partner to the wedding, but I wouldn't want to make you be somewhere you don't want to be. Especially since we all know that the groom is a dirty cheat and the bride is the definition of a mean girl." He rambled and you agreed with the last part since you watched him up with most of the drama. "But, that's not to say that I wouldn't want to go with you because you know- it's you, and-"

"Okay Peralta. Slow down. Down forget to breath." You used slow down movements with your hands, bringing it up and down slowly to make him stop rambling.

Jake stopped his rant and took a deep, deep breath.

"I get it, you don't need to defend yourself so much."

"Let me restate. [Name] Ianucci, I would be honored to be your partner or whatever gathering you want, except the wedding. That is if you'd still want me to after the wedding-"

"Of course I would!" She interrupted him, a gummy smile slapped across her face and Jake soon matched it with his own after she joyfully agrtowards. couldn't even act nonchalant like you'd imagined you would if he ever asked. You were so overwhelmed with joy that you totally missed the part where he said 'if you'd still want me after the wedding.' It was a simple sentence that you overlooked any double meaning towards. "Ehem, I mean cool.

"Cool. Cool, cool, cool, cool, cool." Jake leaned back in his chair, taking a sip of his iced drink as a goofy smile etched across his face. However, despite how happy he should've been in that moment, it was soon crushed by the overwhelming feeling of guilt as you excused yourself to go to work.

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Shock wasn't enough to describe what you felt as you watched the news. Short videos and photos played across the screen as the news reporter reported on New York's latest arrests and there you found partially blurred photos of extended family and the wedding venue that you didn't attend. It didn't feel real as you saw the police arrest people you've seen at family gatherings. Someone must have snitched and you have a feeling that you know exactly who.

Jake Peralta. It started to make sense. He practically told you to not attend the wedding, but you were too caught up to understand why. Had you attended the wedding without his heads up, you would've been another person in those handcuffs.

You felt betrayed, but also protected. He had asked for you and your father's whereabouts before the entire thing happened. Was this his way of keeping you safe? Did he actually have feelings or did he just want to use you to learn more about the family and you gave it to him?

Scenes flashed throughout your mind as your reminded of all the times he asked odd questions and all the times you spilled to him the secrets. You began to form a headache as your reality came crashing down.

Your father had predicted the fall to happen somewhat like this. It was your Uncle's stupidity to let in an ex-cop and now look at where that landed them. You wouldn't say that you were sad, you anticipated the day where karma would take its place for all the victims of their business; you just never would have guessed that you fell in love with the person who caused that downfall.

Love, what a silly feeling to feel towards someone who you were sure abandoned you. Would he even fulfill his promise to take you on a date after this entire wedding? Should you be mad at him for doing his job and lying to you about his identity? What was real and what was fake?

Knock! Knock! Knock!

Who was it? Who could be knocking at your door at 10 in the night. Could it be the cops coming to arrest you for not outing your family? You quietly snuck to the door, scared to see the person who lurks behind it. It was a polite knock, not a police-y at all. Maybe it was a friend or cousin. You slowly opened the door, and peeked your head to see who it was.

"Jake Peralta?" You said his full name in suprise.

"[Name], please can we talk." He looked like desperate as he towered over you, his arm on the frame of the door, and the other on the door knob.

"I don't know if that's a good idea, Jake." You were wary and didn't know how to feel. Evergtbing was happening all at once and you felt lost, but you needed answers.

"Please, give me a chance to explain everything." He pleaded with desperate eyes. "I know you're probably confused and upset, but let me explain and you can ask questions."

"Come in." You stepped aside and let him into your home for the very first time. It wasn't the scenario you imagined but it was a something. You walked over to the living room but neither one of you felt like this was a conversation to be had sitting down.

"It was you wasn't it? The one who sold them out?"

"Yes. It was." He admitted, "I'm still a cop."

"So you were just undercover the whole time?"

"Yes, I approached your uncle at the bar and it went from there. I can't say much- actually I already am, but, you weren't supposed to be apart of it."

"Stop right there, Peralta. Just give me a moment." You took a deep breath and when you thought you were ready to speak, your mouth held you back. A few more sighs later and you were ready with your next quest, "When we were talking? Did you approach me to just get more information?"

"Well, no. I thought you were cute so I sat down next to you at the bar. That wasn't the higher ups telling me to do it, that was my free will." Jake cracked an awkward smile, but saw on her face that that was not the tone. "I was already informed that you and you father have no part in the business so you weren't really on my radar. When we started talking, sure you did give me the latest gossip, but I wanted to talk to you. Like for realsies."

"So when you told me that you grew up alone-"

"That was all true. Everything I told you about myself was true, except for the whole undercover cool secret spy thing. You have every right to be mad-"

"I'm not mad." You told him and Jake's eyebrows shot up.

"You're not?"

"You were just doing your job and I can respect you for protecting your city, like batman." You sighed, regretting references batman in this serious conversation. "Most of my family there don't like me and do terrible stuff anyways. We were only relates by blood, besides, you did tell me not to go."

"I didn't want you to see the aftermath of everything. You had no part in anything and-

"But wouldn't I still get in trouble for not reporting it? I mean, I knew what kind of people they were but I didnt say anything." Jake stayed silent and she continued, "Why protect me? There are others in there that had no part too. Why me?"

"Because..." he trailed off, feeling his heart start to race as you looked at him to continue, "Because, your special to me. I really really like you, [Name]. I like the way you talk, the way speak about your students, the way you smile, the way your eyes softened when you talk about things you love. The way you put up with my childish antics and act like you don't like it but smile just seconds later. You never judge when I'm talking and I like you so much that I feel like I'm about to burst. I would rather you hate me than me not be in your life at all. I know I lied but I am serious about you and when this is all over, I want to fulfill the promise I made to you. I am in love with you."

I am in love with you. That's all you needed to make your decision. Your hands found it's way to the sides of his face and your lips found it's way to his. He immediately wrapped his hands around your waist, one resting one the small of your back and the other resting on your hip, stabling the both of you admist your passion. You moved your right hand into his hair that was already ruffled and messed up as he was running and finding his way to your apartment. He kissed you as if he was been yearning for the touch of a woman for centuries. It was so gentle but so passionate that you could feel your face getting hotter and heart beating faster. You both pulled each other as close as possible and he leaned forward to try and deeply feel you even closer. When you finally did break the kiss, he stared down at you with half lidded eyes, drunken on love and the sight you.

You grabbed his chin and softly brought it closer, "I love you too. The way that you joke around, the way that you smile, the way you talk, the stupid smile on your face when you talk about 'Die Hard' or the stories you had when you were a cop. I love all of it. I love you." You whispered and he rested his head on your shoulder, overwhelming happy that he didn't ruin one of the best things in his life.

"So, it's after the wedding technically. How about that date-" He started as you just melted into his chest.

"Just shush and enjoy this moment. We'll figure out everything later. Let's go to my room." You grabbed his hand and led him to your room, "While I have your attention though, you need to drop these tracksuits because I love a man in uniform."

"Already on it." He smirked as you closed and locked the door. You, [Name] Ianucci, dating and being with a cop whose absolutely hated by your family. What's the worse that could happen?

#jake peralta x reader #jake peralta #jake peralta one shot #jake peralta oneshot #b99 #brooklyn99 #brooklyn 99 #brooklyn nine nine #jake peralta x you

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GOOD BOYS INHALE TWICE | v.hacker

— MINORS PLEASE FUCK OFF FOR UR OWN GOOD —

your most loyal client proves his loyalty to you in another way

CLIENT!VINNIE X DEALER!READER

WARNINGS: NSFW CONTENT MINORS DNI, drug use, praise n degradation, pet names, unprotected sex, fight for dominance or whatever

word count: 719 <3

a/n: getting back into the groove of writing, sorry I hate this sm 😭

Vinnie was always nervous near you, not just doing drugs together but just in your presence. He would be completely enamored by you helping him roll his joints or you helping him line up his cocaine.

It would be an unspoken ritual at this point, you would come over with new stuff and you would help him, both of you would have great highs and you would leave with your payment but one day it was too much.

He was sitting there shirtless due to the California humidity and with his sweatpants hanging low and joint in his mouth, you were pressed against his plush couch in your tiny skirt and too tight shirt.

You had noticed his lingering stares and instead of calling him out you wanted to keep teasing him until he broke.

So tonight you were sat close to him watching him inhale and exhaled in slow intervals.

"Hey vin, have you ever heard of shotgunning?" You asked

"Like the alcohol thing"

"No dumbass" You said, readjusting up so you were eye-level, "Like this"

You pulled the joint to your face and blew into his mouth as he watched frozen

His body finally snapped back to reality and he pulled his hand up to your face to cup it and pull you too together

"Fuck, keep doing that", His voice breathless and longing

You swung your legs over his lap and continued blowing into his mouth as your skirt rode up your body basically leaving you exposed and vunerable in the blondes hands.

As you both sat their staring into each others eyes you could feel his hands creep up your thighs as your face broke into a smirk.

"Your really not that slick Vinnie" You said pressing a kiss onto his lips

"Mmm, I may not be slick but I still got what I wanted" He said picking you too up and placing you onto the bed as he crawled onto of you and started to place kisses on your chest

"Uh huh" You said flipping both of you over, "You may have gotten what you wanted but I'm not gonna make this easy for you" You said grinding on his harding dick

"Aw c'mon, you taught me how to smoke lemme teach you something" He taunted

"I don't need a teacher," You laughed "I just need you to be a good boy" You whispered jokingly into his ear

"Fuck fine just don't beg me to finish what you started" He mocked

"I don't beg baby" You said lightheartedly ignoring the blush spreading on his face.

You pulled down his sweatpants to be met with leaking dick which you gave a few pumps before you pulled down your skirt and panties and lowering yourself onto his dick.

"Fuck please" He said as his hands found your hips

"Damn, you beg pretty easily" You mocked his previous statement

You chuckled to yourself as made a mental picture looking at you as if you were a god. You relished the way is he stretched you out in the best way and basically made you come undone.

You bounced on his cock to get some friction going as the knot in your stomach started to build up.

"You look like a porn-star from up here" He said referencing to your blown out look and tipped back head.

"Yeah, fuck, you look like a slut from down here" You said with a smirk

"Fuck you, I hate you so much" He joked while pulling you into for another weed laced kiss.

As you melted into the kiss he took the moment to his advantage to flip the both of you over so he was on top.

As he started to pound into you you clawed into his bicep as you got fucked up.

"Vin holy shit, fuck you" You said blissed out

"I am fucking you darling" He said with his dumb chuckle

His thrusts were set at an unbearable pace as the knot in my stomach was beginning to come undone.

You pulled him to another addicting kiss and pressed your sweaty bodies together as your breathless moans coated the room.

As you were both nearing your end as you hands dugs into his skin and both of you reach your climax together.

Vinnie collapses onto you and both of you try to catch your breath.

Fuck you just slept with your best client.

#bella's full works #bella fawns over vhacker #vinnie hacker smut #vinnie hacker x reader smut #vinnie hacker x reader #vinnie hacker imagines #vhackerr #vincent hacker #vinnie hacker oneshot #vinnie hacker #vinnie hacker x you #vinnie x reader #vinnie imagines #vinnie

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lovelyyandereaddictionpoint · 4 months

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Fury for the Living (1) | Yandere Ghost Detective

Cypher is a prodigy detective

Officially on the police force now he’s been a raging force for unraveling piles of cold cases across the country

He was truly a talented man

Alas aspiring detectives and veterans in the field can only speculate what gives him such amazing insight in every case

They’d never guess what the ace up his sleeve is

One of the sole factors other than his prodigious charm that made him the amazing detective he was

He could see ghosts

Apparitions, yokais, curses—you name it

Thanks to their undead input Cypher’s been able to piece together a case with nothing but a single clue

It’s his thing

It didn’t matter if he wasn’t exactly moved by justice

Or that he often hated that he had to speak with ghosts often

There was nowhere he could really go that didn’t have ghosts and the undead chatting and whining in his ear

Except for one place

An abandoned and rotted mansion in a restricted area in the forest

Or it was

Until he found you

“Hm, I didn’t know anyone was still coming here.”

He outwardly groaned, facepalming as he prepared for your desperate plea to be help with their ‘unfinished business’

But you didn’t

You smiled at him before skipping back up the stairs and through the wall

For a while, he’s just glad you didn’t bother him longer going back to reading his book

But then he’s pulling at his hair as the feeling he’s been ignoring hits him full force

“So what happened to you?”

“Huh?”

“Tch, look I’ve been comin’ here every day and you never say a word. I’m tired of you being polite. Just tell me already.”

“I…actually don’t know…”

“What.”

“I just remember waking up and being….free. I don’t remember much else.”

It isn’t odd that the undead don’t remember

But not caring about it is another

For once he’s intrigued, so after a while he pries a first name out of you

Then he begins his search

Finding all the records about your life or death is completely scrubbed

“I don’t know that’s awfully weird ain't it?”

Similar to him, the prodigy police chief has no idea as well

Thus a weird bud of excitement blooms

“I’m going to solve your case!”

“Uh okay, if that makes you happy.”

So he visits so much more often

Having to talk to you about your past

A past you don’t remember

So he elects to bring whatever he thinks might interest you

Along with taking note of what’s in the dilapidated manor

Rotten books, old gaming systems, some form of music, paints and pens

He gets to know you pretty well

“I think Cypher if I were alive again, I’d love to spend time with you.”

“...Really?”

“Yeah, you’re a real good friend.”

You have no idea what you do to him

He thought this newfound investigation would consume his mind like all good detectives had

But instead, he was thinking of you

Standing and walking beside him like you weren’t a ghost

Cutely tilting your head when he makes a joke you don’t understand

It sends blood rushing in places it hadn’t when he found out you could touch him

Casually tapping on his exposed shoulder to reveal a secret passageway

He used to complain to himself about how far he’d have to walk to get to his little place of paradise

But now he was complaining when the station was calling him in

“Hey (Y/n)...have you ever tried leaving the manor?”

“Mmm no.”

“Why not?”

“Never a reason to.”

“Then let’s try something new.”

He’s ecstatic when you can follow him into his car and eventually his apartment

But then he’s reminded of all the annoying nuisances that he was trying to avoid

“Hey everyone! Cypher’s all pooped out maybe we can give him a break?”

As if you were an exorcist all those ghosts seemed to understand

Letting you organize them in the room over while Cypher locks himself into the bedroom

“You’re….amazing.”

“Oh thank you? I think you’re amazing too Cypher.”

“I don’t think you understand (Y/n)...I desperately want to marry you.”

“But Cypher you know I’m dead, right?”

“I can easily change that to be with you.”

“Cypher don’t!”

Now he’s got to fight himself about solving this case

If he gets to the bottom of your death, he’d lose you

So he might stall a bit

At least until he finds a small bit of evidence pointing to your death from a murder

“You were…murdered?!”

“Was I? That sucks.”

You’re right it sucks

And now Cypher’s motivated with one thing

Revenge

How dare some dirtbag kill you before he got to meet you?!

Put you in any amount of pain when you so easily are the light of his?!

He vows that whosever is the cause of your death will pay greatly

And he’s willing to put everything on the line to solve your case

I think I smell a series coming out of this 🖤🖤🖤🖤

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Part Two

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The first time they kiss, Eddie is technically dead. Or, does CPR even count? Steve’s tempted to say no, because that’s not how kissing works. (He would know the best out of any of them, right?) The cracking of ribs under his hands and the taste of blood in his mouth, how desperately he’s blowing air into too-heavy lungs and listening to one of his best friends cry so hard he’s dry heaving.

But he doesn’t stop, not until there’s a pulse, however weak.

Eddie dies twice on the way to the hospital. They tell Steve later that he died again when he was on the operating table and nearly didn’t get him back.

Steve runs himself ragged over the next month, between volunteering at the community center, donating blood and making sandwiches, helping to clear the streets of debris, patrolling for Upside Down shenanigans and playing chauffeur for his gang of kids who aren’t acting so much like kids these days. He visits Max and Eddie as often as he can. Max still hasn’t woken up and nobody’s sure when that might be, but he gets to have his first conversation with Eddie about a month later.

He’s only been awake for a week, and still can’t do much of anything but talk, and even that’s hit or miss most days. Even when he can kind of hold a conversation, he gets tired too fast for it to mean much, but everyone Steve talks to is upbeat about his recovery.

He hadn’t been planning on actually sitting with him, there’s still so much to do, but Wayne had asked him to hang out while he ran to grab himself some lunch. Who is he to deny that man anything, especially something so easy as watching a half-comatose idiot?

Eddie wakes up after about a minute of Steve being there. When he notices him, Eddie’s eyes go glazed and he’s got a dopey smile.

“They’ve got you on the good stuff, huh?” Steve says.

Eddie nods, but his muscles are loose so it’s more of a roll. “Oh, yeah. I’d make a fortune off the stuff if I could get my hands on it. But, shh, don’t tell. I’ll get in trouble.”

“Okay, man, whatever you say. My lips are sealed or whatever.”

“Mmm.” Eddie squints at him then, frowns until he’s pouting. “Sorry you had to do that.”

“Do what?”

“Lay one on me,” he says, eyes closed now. “Bet you hated it. Bet it tasted awful.”

Steve rolls his eyes, fights back the smile his lips are trying to pull up into. “Appreciate the concern. Lucky for you, it wasn’t anything I hadn’t tasted before. And I didn’t. Hate it.”

Eddie’s eyes open so fast Steve worries they’re gonna fly out of his skull. “You what?”

“I was saving your life, dude,” Steve says. Duh. “Hard to hate something like that. I mean, maybe if it hadn’t worked then it might be a different story but--”

“Oh. Right.” Eddie relaxes back into his pillow. He’s trying to keep his eyes open, on Steve, but it’s a fight he isn’t going to win. He’s like a kid trying to stay up past his bedtime, and this time Steve can’t force down the smile in time.

“Just go to sleep,” he tells him. “Your uncle will be back soon.”

“Been sleepin’ forever, I’m sick of it. Keep havin’ weird dreams.”

“...Yeah, I’ve been there.”

Silence settles between them, broken by beeps of machinery, distant footsteps and announcements from the hallway. Eddie’s eyes are closed again, his brow still creased. Steve thinks he might have actually fallen back asleep until he sees his lips move.

Steve scoots a little closer. “Are you trying to say something?”

Eddie sniffs, make the face like he’s pouting again. “I said, I’mma make it up to you.”

“Make what up to me?”

“Bad first kiss.” Eddie shakes his head. “I can do better. Wanna do-over.”

Steve freezes like a deer in headlights. Like he has a gun to his head. Like he just heard the front door open and he knows it’s his parents coming home. He knows it’s the drugs talking and that Eddie doesn’t know what he’s saying, not really. At the end of the day he probably isn’t going to remember this conversation.

Eddie is in a hospital bed, hooked up to about a dozen different machines looking like he’s been hit by a train, his skin so pale that Steve can make out every vein, every bruise and cut and stitch. Long fingernails and peeling scabs that crawl up his neck like a fungus. He’s drooling a bit from the side of his mouth and his eyes are still crusty with sleep and he’s got a smattering of acne that’s cropped up on his forehead and nose, along the edge of his chin. His bangs are pinned back because they’re so greasy.

Steve’s heart races anyway.

There’s a correct answer here, the one he’s been raised with, the one beaten into him. The instinctual urge to brush it off as a joke (ha, good one, man) to take it as an insult (remember who you’re talking to, Munson) to ignore it altogether (just go back to sleep).

Then there’s the incorrect answer.

“Alright, Munson,” he says, softly, terrified. “Once you’re all better, you can show me what I missed out on.”

Through the exhaustion and the pain meds, Eddie grins. “Watch out, Harrington. I’m about to rock your world.”

Steve smiles. He doesn’t fight it this time. “Can’t wait.”

#stranger things #eddie munson #steve harrington #steddie #my writing

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raven-at-the-writing-desk · 6 months

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Happy with the staff content this year but am I the only one who is disappointed with the PV we got? It's basically a slideshow of art we've already seen, major downgrade from the year 1 PV that had literally all the events. There was a drop in quality of the anniversary PVs over the years and it really shows this year. Sorry if you find this too negative I don't mean to hate I just wish Twst would do better for it's ANNIVERSARY.

[For everyone's reference, here are the anniversary PVs in order of release: 2021 / 2022 / 2023 / 2024]

Mmm, now that you mention it, I noticed this trend with the Halloween PVs 🤔 For year 1, there was a video that showed all members of the NRC casy, even those that did not receive cards at that time. There were then several short variants of the PV released for year 2/Endless Halloween Night (part 1 / part 2 / part 3 / part 4). Altogether, they feature all of the characters, including the students from year 1 but heavily shadowed and with glowing eyes to indicate ghostly possession. Even Glorious Masquerade features all of the students that get new cards for the event plus Rollo, although there are notably more still shots here. The Stage in Playful Land CM, by comparison, is significantly shorter and only shows us the three SSRs (Ace, Ortho, and Kalim) as well as the two new characters (Fellow and Gidel).

As this anon has said, the anniversary PVs have changed a lot over time too. The first one was the most animated and integrated several event outfits. The second one was also animated a fair amount, but you can tell corners were cut in some places where they transition to photographs/still images. This alone works thematically given that the player is a photographer, but you can still catch dips in quality when it comes to the art style. I remember finding Deuce running and the Kalim + Silver flying scene odd, as well as Jade and Trein's faces strange in general. Then the third PV rolls around and it only features the third years; the animation also seems to be much more sluggish (although this could be a stylistic choice; not sure). A friend actually recently pointed out to me that Lilia's pose looks like he was pulled straight from other assets; his artwork in the animation is almost the exact same as his smiling expression in the game. This year's is the most different (+ most static) and, like year 3's PV, only provides "new" content for a select few characters (the dorm leaders). They also reuse pre-existing illustrations already found in the game that don't seem to be picked for any particular reason (like, there are random Master Chef/Culinary Crucibles groovies in there). This direction, I'm guessing, is less costly and more efficient than making an entirely original animation, which is what was done in previous years. (Not that Disney or Aniplex is hurting for money to fund this, lol) Would I have preferred another PV in the style of year 1's? Yeah, for sure. I want to see other events and their outfits animated! Was what we got this year bad? Not necessarily; I think the production and editing was very technically impressive, but I'm still sad we didn't get anything substantially "new" to chew on (as someone who isn't a fan of most third years or the dorm leaders). Maybe it's just something we perceive as a deficit only because year 1 set the bar so high. It is what it is; whoever was in charge of the anniversary PV was probably doing the best they could with whatever budget they were given 😔 Let's hope that next year's will be a return to form, or that at least the money/effort is being redirected to other bigger projects (maybe the anime?).

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yeetus-feetus · 8 months

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WIP Wednesday

Tumblr prompt: Tim is the first to find out the Red Hood’s identity and from then on sticks to Jason during patrol like glue (much to Jason’s chagrin, dammit, it would feel wrong to beat up Robin when he’s that starry eyed…) Cue: panic from the rest of the batfamily who still think Hood is a 40-something year old crime lord and now assume they’re dating.

@ghost-bxrd

Jason sighs, looking up at the sky dramatically. “Robin, I know you’re following me”, he calls out into the darkness, and there’s shuffling behind him.

He turns around to see Robin step out of the shadows, letting his cape fall apart and reveal bright red and green spandex and kevlar. “I wish the outside of my cape was black, I was running around like a sparkling traffic light”, he pouts under the helmet.

“Mm, maybe you should’ve taken some initiative. I designed my Robin suit all by myself, you took whatever B gave you”, Tim replies teasingly.

Jason chuckles. “Mmm, and maybe you should try humbling yourself every once and a while”. He removes his helmet and quirks an eyebrow from under his domino mask. “Hard to believe Batman never noticed you following him, I noticed you 10 yards back.”

Tim grins, holding his camera up and Jason sticks his tongue out as he takes a photo. “That’s funny, Hood, considering I started following you 50 yards ago. I got bored and started wondering how long it would take you to notice me if I started being less careful.” he explains, looking down at the screen to check the quality of the photo he just took.

“Oh, that right huh?” Jason asks sarcastically, not really believing him.

Tim’s grin widens mischievously and he waves the camera in front of his face. “Want proof, big guy?” he asks.

Jason laughs and snatches the small device, clicking through the recently taken photos. After a moment he groans defeatedly. “Yeah okay, I should've known you’d do something like that you little weirdo. so, how’d I hold up to your little test?”

Tim shrugs. “I wouldn’t call it a test, more of a game to entertain myself really”. But Jason raises his eyebrows up at him, making him sigh. “Yeah okay, you lost the game or failed or whatever. But you did fare better than Big Blue, so there’s that.”

“Oh yeah?” Jason smirks, still clicking through photos.

“Yup”, Tim says, popping the ‘p’. And hoists himself up onto the brick parapet, back facing the city as his feet dangle about an inch off the concrete roof. He tilts his head at Jason when he doesn’t move from where he’s standing, low glow of the open camera screen illuminating his face.

“These are actually really good”, Jason finally says, looking up at him. “Like really clear and in focus. It’s impressive”. He walks over and hands the camera back, leaning against the brick.

“Thanks”, Tim smiles. “I’ve always been really into photography, y'know? It’s like capturing a moment in time and immortalising it, so it will exist forever, even when I'm gone. I really like that aspect of it”.

Jason hums in response. “Never took you as someone sentimental”, he comments.

Tim is quiet, but it’s obvious he’s thinking. And then he hums back. “I didn’t realise I was either”.

This time Jason is the one observing, watching Tim rub his thumb over the side of his camera, and wonders if Tim felt the same way about his photos from before he died, if he looked at the the same way he’s looking at these photos now… if he kept jason alive in still frames while he was gone.

Then he decides he’s making it too deep and pulls out a cigarette, lighting it as Tim turns his head towards him and scrunches up his nose. “Gross, dude.”

“What?” Jason asks, mildly offended.

“I hate the smell of cigarettes”, Tim states. “I don’t care if you smoke them just, not around me, please”, he says, nose still scrunched as he shimmies away, keeping his hands braced on the brick so he doesn’t fall backwards.

Normally, Jason would roll his eyes and take a deep inhale, maybe blow the smoke back out into the other person's face just to spite them. But Tim isn’t telling him not to smoke, he’s asking him not to smoke around him. And, maybe Tim’s scrunched up nose is kinda cute.

So he snubs the cigarette out and puts it back in its box to save for later. “Fine, but I’m getting something to eat then”, Jason complains.

“Cool, I know a really good burrito place not far from here”, Tim smiles, and then he’s throwing himself backwards off the roof, laughing loudly when Jason rushes up to look over the edge.

“You little fucker!” Jason shouts out as he watches Robin shoot his grappling line and swing from a lower roof across the way. “Oh, I’m gonna get that little shit!”, he grumbles to himself, taking a breath to calm the sudden spike of worried adrenaline Tim caused before chasing after him.

Tim pays for their burritos and a tub of Mexican rice before Jason even has the chance to get out his wallet, and they end up eating them on a roof together a block away.

“Ohh yeah, this is good stuff”, Jason moans around a mouthful, and Tim giggles around his plastic spoon. “Okay, you’re forgiven for scaring the shit out of me earlier”, he mumbles, taking another bite of his burrito.

Tim sits the rice aside to take a picture of Jason with food on his face, cheeks stuffed like a chipmunk. Then another photo of Jason sticking the finger up at him. “Lol thats gold, I might make that my laptop’s screensaver”, Tim laughs.

“The laptop you keep all your creepy stalker folders on?” Jason asks, mouth still half-full, leaning over to try and get a look at the camera screen. “oh my god I look so stupid, please don’t!” he laughs.

“Oh gross Jason!” Tim squeals, brushing little bits of burrito off his suit. “Stop talking with your mouth full, you’re getting food everywhere!” but Jason only laughs harder, and ends up choking.

Tim rubs his back as he chokes and sputters over the edge of the roof, and laughs at his expense. “Here, have some of my water.”

Jason ends up chugging all of Tim’s water, so Tim steals his Soda in retaliation. It ends up as a game of rooftop tag until they’re both out of breath and decide to head to their separate ways to get some rest.

And that becomes a frequent occurrence on quiet nights after that. Sometimes even working together on a few cases. It’s honestly quite a lot of fun for both of them, a nice change of pace from the usual doom and gloom of Gotham’s streets.

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Tim is tinkering away with some sort of gadget in the Batcave one afternoon when Alfred stops by with some snacks on a silver platter. “Everything alright with you young sir?” he asks politely.

“Yeah Alf, everything's great actually”, Tim replies cheerfully. But Alfred loiters by him for a few moments too long, making Tim lift his head to look at him questioningly. “What’s up?”

Alfred frowns. “Nothing, Master Timothy. Just, do know that you can come to talk to me about anything if you need, absolutely anything”. He pats Tim on the shoulder in some kind of gesture of comfort before leaving Tim confused at his desk.

What was that about?

But Tim is even more confused later on patrol with Batman. Which was already odd actually, usually they don’t patrol together unless they’re working on a case together, or on a mission, or just something important– there’s nothing important happening tonight. B just told him that they were patrolling Midtown and to get in the batmobile.

And so there they were, driving around in dead silence.

“So… Tim, how’ve you been lately?” B asks, voice gruff and tone awkward.

That makes Tim turn around in his seat to face the older man with his whole body, confusion and worry on his face. “I’m good… why the sudden interest?” he asks cautiously. “Is there something up that I should be worried about?”

Bruce grunts and spares a glance at him before looking back at the road. “I was just asking.” and then, after a few beats of quiet: “You’ve been spending an awful amount of time around the Narrows and Crime Alley”, he states. Oh. That’s Jason’s territory.

Oh.

“Are you worried about Red Hood or something?” Tim asks. Well, this is… complicated.

Bruce grunts again. “Or something.” he turns the car around a sharp corner and Tim braces himself against the seat at the sudden change of route.

He thinks whatever that conversation is over, but a few moments later Batman speaks up again. “Just stay away from him. He’s bad news Robin.” Tim turns to give him a look. “I’m serious. No more patrolling Uptown”.

“What!?” Tim asks. “Are you banning me or something??”

“Yes.” And Tim knows his word is final. Batman’s word is law after all.

He huffs and sits back in his seat, crossing his arms like a petulant child.

Fine, he won’t patrol in Uptown. He’ll just have to figure out a way to convince Jason to meet with him in Midtown somehow. No, that won’t work. Red Hood won’t leave his turf unattended to.

Buut. there is a loophole here that he can take advantage of…

#Hinted jaytim #Jaytim #tim drake #jason todd #tumblr prompt #wip wednesday #red hood #tim drake robin #Red hood but they don't know he's Jason

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Tom and reader hate sex ? You're from gryffindor and your house won qudditch and you are the player because of whom the team won . So when you were shoving the victory up the Slytherin boys face (because they were against you) Tom thought of punishing you kshskskhekwljwk

Thank you for the request! Sorry it’s shorter I’ve been busy lately but I hope this works for you :)

You all cheered as the snitch was caught by you in the final match. Gryffindors cheering in excitement happy for their win against Slytherin.

Of course the Slytherin team was miserable. They were always sore losers no matter who they played though.

It didn’t help that there was often teasing after the games from whoever, and let’s just say teasing was one of your specialties.

Especially if you were doing it to a Slytherin. They needed to be knocked down a peg most of the time anyway so it never hurt.

It was when most of your team had already walked off the pitch that you had started coming off as well to go shower in the locker rooms.

However just when you were about to go in, a Slytherin walked past, shoving a shoulder into you causing you to fall. That Slytherin being Tom Riddle.

Interesting character to say the least. He wasn’t on the quidditch team at all but he was always watching them. He seemed to be very invested in whatever his house was doing so it wasn’t strange to see him there.

“What’s your problem Riddle? There was plenty of space elsewhere to walk past.”

He glared down at you without a care. “Little Gryffindors like you should be careful about running their mouths like you were doing.” You scoffed at his words and pushed yourself up, getting in his face a bit. “Yeah? And just what do you plan on doing about it, Riddle?”

He stared at you silently for a moment. And just as you were about to walk away he grabbed you by the collar of your quidditch gear and pulled you into the locker rooms. Attempting to push him off made you quickly realize he was stronger than he looks.

Tom swiftly pushed you onto your knees, his back against one of the lockers, starting to unzip his pants. Your eyes widen but follow the movements not being able to help yourself.

“I plan on doing everything I want to you doll. It’s quite funny thinking that you are so delusional that you thought you could just get away with talking all that shit and not getting punished.*

He clicked his tongue in mock disapproval. “Such a bad girl. Now go ahead and suck my cock like one.”

Before you could even get a word in he had pushed his boxers and trousers down shoving his cock into your mouth, choking a gag out of you.

“There you go slut, think you’re all that huh? Now look at you, pathetic little thing you are.” A whined crawled its way up your throat at his degrading words.

Tom gripped your head, holding it still starting to fuck into your mouth mercilessly. Tears streaming down your face gripping and pawing at his thighs trying to get a breath in.

Tom groaned as you gagged around him before swallowing attempting to keep up with his thrusts.

“Mmm come on slut, you gonna swallow my cum? You think you can be good for once and do what I tell you?”

You nod as best as you can, his pace increasing making it nearly impossible to do so.

“Good. Now fucking take it.” Tom’s pace barely faltered before you could feel continuous ropes of cum streaming into your mouth.

His hands gripping your hair harshly, not a bit of guilt in doing so.

Doing something gently for once he pushed your head off his cock wiping a bit off your mouth. “Maybe next game if you aren’t running your mouth, then I’ll give you something in return.”

Giving a small pat to your head he lifted his underwear and trousers up, brushing his clothes off a bit to look more presentable and walked out of the locker room.

It was certainly one way to improve your behavior after winning a game.

Hope you enjoy 😊

#slytherin boys #slytherin #:) <33 #tom riddle #smut #smuttyyy #tom riddle smut #answered asks #anon ask

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kooahae · 1 year

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After Last Night: The First Date

So...I got encouraged about starting the ALN drabble series since I kind of hinted at it, and received feedback to do so...you voted and the first date wins!

Summary: It’s official! Jungkook wants to have the perfect first date.

Pairing: best friends to lovers, Jungkook X female reader

Warnings: None really, maybe a few curse words, light choking during a kiss, This is really fluffy and cute. Jungkook is a simp and we love that for OC! Pet names, kissing, just super cute!

Word count:3K -got carried away bc I love them :)

Read part 1 here if you haven't already <3

Read the next drabble here

It’s been about two weeks since he asked if he could be your boyfriend. He has been busy with work and everything, but he’s still made time for you. He just knows you deserve more than cuddles and sex -not that he hates either of these by any means. Jungkook has been on his A-game the whole time. He's made sure to plan the most perfect date. You haven’t pressured him about one, but he still feels he should treat you like a princess.

He had Jimin call up Yoongi- who is really hard to get ahold of. Partially because he’s revealed he plans on expanding on the restaurant he owns with Jungkook’s older brother. Luckily today, Yoongi had a bit of free time. He even tried Taehyung, but he was busy helping Namjoon set up a new space. Namjoon left the company due to Seojun’s promotion. Hobi was out of town working on some fashion pieces for his upcoming collection. Your brother was way too obvious, and If he had tried his older brother Jin- you really would have known. So yup, that leaves Yoongi.

Jungkook’s currently in the flower shop getting a custom bouquet of both of your birth flowers. He was still stuck on what color paper to get them wrapped in. He swears he didn’t know it would be this difficult. He just wants you to be impressed, he wants you to feel like you made a good choice trusting him with your heart. So today has to be perfect!

“Hi, do you need help?” An elderly woman approaches him at the perfect time. Paying attention to her clothes, Jungkook can tell she works here.

“Uhh…Yeah what color paper should someone get, does stuff like that matter?” He asks her as he looks at all the different ones in front of him

Jungkook has bought flowers before, but he never went to an actual florist for them to make his own bouquet combo. He would just buy someone the ones in a grocery store most of the time.

The older woman chuckles “You’re asking about paper? She must be special, I’d get a neutral-colored paper so it doesn’t take away from the flowers. Plus, you’re gonna put them in a vase. Don’t think too much.”

He nods. She’s right, this is her field of knowledge anyway.

He’s still not satisfied though.

“Mmm, can I double the amount of flowers? This doesn’t seem like enough.” he rubs his palms against his jeans, his bottom lip poking out at the bouquet in front of him. He’s down bad, and there simply aren’t enough flowers to give someone as pretty as you.

“A big bouquet? she’s definitely special! Sure thing. I’m gonna take a guess and say you’re the tiger lily in the situation?” She questions him gathering more flowers.

He runs his hands through his hair and looks down at his shoes. Damn, he really is obvious. It’s not his fault, he just loves you that much. “How did you know?” He questions.

“You have smitten lover boy written all over you. You’re worried about paper. I’ve never seen someone so stuck on that. Most men just let me wrap them in whatever, or choose black.” She continues. “Would you like to add a message?”

He nods and takes the pen and card from her. Writing a simple and sweet message. He pays, thanks her for the help, and makes his way

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His next stop is setting up the rooftop of your favorite childhood hideout. He even asked Jimin and his mom for baby pictures of you both to put into a snow globe. He’s been coming here thirty minutes before work every day to make sure the floor was swept, the area was free of any trash or things that could make you fall. You guys haven’t been here in a while.

He decides to check in with his older brother Jin, to see if he thinks what he’s planned is a good idea.

“Hello?”- thankfully he answered his call.

“Hey hyung, are you busy? Do you have a moment?” Jungkook is desperate for a second opinion.

“Sure. What’s up?”

“I’m really nervous. I know you’re probably tired of me calling you about my girlfriend, but can I tell you what I’ve planned? Can you tell me if I’m being a little paranoid about her not liking it ?” He says while glancing over his work, phone pressed to his ear, scuffing his feet as he walks to have a seat.

“Sure Kook, go ahead. I’m listening. Also not tired of hearing about your girlfriend, yet. At least this is one I actually love, and approve of.” Jin really does love you, you’re like his little sister in a sense. Always at the house to spend time with his baby brother as a kid. He’s fond of you for sure.

“A rooftop dinner, at our childhood hideout”

There’s nothing but silence.

“Uhh…Hyung…why haven’t you said anything? Is It childish?” Jungkook is really nervous. What is taking Jin so long to answer?

“I’m here. You had more than one so I had to think. The one on the roof? That’s cute man! “ Jin’s impressed. That’s a good sign.

“Yes, that one! I made a bunch of her favorite foods, set up a projector for movie night, and got a flower bouquet It’s a mix of our birth flowers, and bean bags for the movie, I also got her a gift but like is that too much?” He’s really questioning it all. Normally Jungkook wouldn’t be so unsure. You’re just his everything. You fill him with a great sense of joy. Getting this right is crucial.

“She’s going to love it.” His brother states on the other end of the phone calming your boyfriend down.

“You’ve known her your whole life, don’t be so scared Kook. You know her better than anyone else and luckily she feels the same way. Be yourself, that’s who she fell for.” Jin tells him.

“You’re right hyung! Thank you for always listening to me. I know I’m a lot.” Jungkook makes sure he expresses his gratitude. He’s thankful for Jin. Truly means it.

“Yes, you are a lot. Now make her the happiest girl on earth.”

“Will do!” Jungkook states before hanging up. He takes one last look around. Everything is finally in place. So he gets up and then heads home to change.

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Once he gets home he takes his phone out to text you. He forgot to check in with you while he was on the rooftop.

-Hey baby, how’s your day going?

Naekkeo🤍🪽: I miss you and I’m hungry!

Yoongi won’t feed me! He’s being weird, can we order dinner?

Jungkook smiles as he reads your message. Yoongi must be getting asked a million questions about food right now. He can already see your frown forming about the lack of nutrients in your body. In your defense, Yoongi does own a restaurant with Jungkook’s older brother Jin. Being food-deprived by him is weird. He decides to play it cool when he responds, but he’s also honest.

- I can’t wait to hear about your day in person. As far as dinner, of course. See you when you get here!

Jungkook hurries and changes into something comfortable. He knows sweatpants and a hoodie seem crazy for a rooftop dinner and movie. It’s one of his more expensive ones though and he also knows you’re gonna want to cuddle while watching a movie, and that rooftops get a little chilly. He should be himself like Jin said.

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He finally hears the door open and smiles at the sound of you walking in. He knows you’re doing your usual entrance routine with Bam. Teaching Bam to give you high fives was the coolest thing when he was a puppy. It’s cute that you still make sure he’s included when you walk in. It’s really nice to have you back home too.

You finally walk into the room and see your boyfriend smiling at you as he sits on the bed, you climb onto his lap and kiss him.

“Missed you so so much!” you’ve been waiting all day to see him. The excitement in your voice is evident.

“I missed you too baby.” He says and then he watches you sit your head back up, noticing your brows are now furrowed in.

“Wait, why are you dressed and not in home clothing? What’s the reason for this shirt blocking my view?” You ask him, tilting your head. You try and lift his shirt but he swats your hand away, cracking up in the process.

“You can see me shirtless later! You’re about to change into something too. My hoodie is over there. You can keep your jeans on, but I recommend wearing sneakers.”

You tilt your head some more and Jungkook kisses the middle of your forehead.

“Always worrying. I’m taking you to dinner. Go change.” He pats you lightly on the butt.

You smile and get up. Dinner out of the house sounds like fun. You wouldn’t care if it was fast food. You genuinely love spending time with him. Always have.

You throw on his hoodie and your sneakers since he recommended it. He holds his hand out for you to take, and you both head to his car. Once you’re both inside Jungkook starts searching for something.

“Ah almost forgot. Blindfold time.” He says flashing a smile, his nose scrunching a little.

“If you’re trying to kill me for taking so long to be your girlfriend, Jimin will find you.” You joke and he laughs.

“No one is dying here. If you’re gone, then I can’t be your boyfriend. That would suck.” He assures you but then continues. “What kind of boyfriend would I be if I didn’t take you on a proper date, hmm?”

That makes you smile, per usual. You really weren’t expecting a date today. You would have prepared more, but you trust him. He would tell you if you looked crazy leaving the house for sure. Plus, you’re kind of already done up from hanging out with Yoongi.

“Anything you do is great. You would be a mediocre boyfriend though.” You say while pointing at him agreeing. You’re so cute.

“And I don’t want that. I want to be the world’s best boyfriend. Come here.” He responds

You let him slide the blindfold over you, stealing a kiss before he can adjust the tightness to make sure you can’t peak.

“You barely hesitated to let me put that on you. You probably like that, don’t you?”He’s laughing. Something you’ll never get tired of hearing. You pick up on his little comment though.

You reach to feel for his arm since you can’t see, and once you do find it, you slap him playfully.

“You’re always being kinky!” You say and he laughs some more.

“You literally tried to strip me of my clothes a few minutes ago on the bed.” Fair point.

“I just wanted a peak!” You can’t even see him but it’s making your heart flutter. Putting one hand on your thigh as he puts the car in gear.

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“Okay, I’m gonna open your door, and crouch down to get on my back, okay baby?”

“You keep calling me baby, only future husbands can do that .” You say as you follow his instructions crouching down.

“That’s not a problem for me at all. Been waiting my whole life for a chance. We can get married.” He is serious, whether you believe him or not. He doesn’t mean now of course but eventually, he’d love it.

If Jungkook knows how to do anything- he knows how to make your cheeks red and have you smile like an idiot. You wish you could see his face right now. He probably has a smile as big as yours on his own.

Once you’re on his back he starts walking and you recognize the movement of him going up some steps. You smile to yourself. He really could have told you to walk but he’s carrying you up flights of stairs, on his back. How can he be so manly but so cute all the time?

“Okay, we are here. I’m gonna sit you down now.” He crouches down and lets you off. You’re safely in the middle.

“I wanna see!” You say. The amount of enthusiasm you have makes Jungkook’s heart skip. Seriously, Why are you so cute? He’ll have to remember to thank your mom another time for making you.

He hurries and walks to the table he set up to get the flower bouquet and then he walks to you. Undoing your blindfold and smiling.

“It’s officially our first date, I wanted to surprise you.” He sing-songs looking at you with the biggest smile on his face. Stretching his arms out to hand you a bouquet. It’s beautiful, just like him. The message with them makes you feel warm inside.

’Thank you for choosing me,

I am so happy that it’s finally us!

HAPPY FIRST DATE TO MY GIRLFRIEND (never gonna get tired of calling you that)

- Koo <3 ’

As you look around, you feel your eyes get teary and then you smile and look at him.

“Jungkook! This is so nice!!” You say and reach for his face, kissing him softly on the lips.

“ I just want you to know I feel really lucky to be your boyfriend.” He holds you close to his chest

“Kook, you really did all this for me?” You say peeking up at him. Jungkook looks down at you. Your pretty eyes glancing back at his. You’re always going to be his type.

He smiles and nods his head proudly. “Well yeah… because I love you.” He says matter of factly.

You return his smile. “I love you. I feel really lucky to be your girlfriend.”

“It’s me who should be thanking you for always sticking by my side. You have no idea how horrible things feel when you aren’t there with me. You deserve all of this and more.” He says kissing your forehead.

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You’re now situated on the bean bags while the projector plays movies. Sitting in his lap-Just like he knew you would be.

“Do you remember when we found this place? ” He asks you as he holds you, bringing your hand to his lips to kiss it.

“Yeah, I remember someone dragging me up a weird staircase at ten years old..” You giggle and poke his chest while looking up at him.

“In my defense, we used to love a good adventure. It wasn’t anything too dangerous. We always stood in the middle. We always take the staircase that leads up here and not the ladder, it’s been a foolproof plan for a while.” He points out and brushes your hair out of your face. You guys have been reminiscing all night. The food was excellent, so now you’re paying minimal attention to the movie. He kisses your cheek and then he just stops. He’s staring at you…

“What?”

“You’re just really fucking cute.” He says as he leans to kiss you passionately. Jungkook continues “And I’m glad you liked my idea, I spent all day trying to impress you. This just worked out way better than I expected.” He holds you tightly and then remembers something…

He didn’t even show you the snow globe he got to commemorate the occasion. He was too busy making sure you were eating. He will never forget your face when he got you the first one, he also broke that one but…it was an accident. He swears! He just finds it cute how happy you get every time he gives you one.

You part your mouth interrupting his thoughts. “I’ve been impressed by you my whole life, you have officially ruined me for any other guy. I was impressed back then, I’m impressed now.” You make sure he understands, as your fingers play with the zipper on his jacket.

“Thank you, I’m glad that you love me just as much as I love you.” He says again smiling. He’s been doing that a lot lately. So have you. You’re with the right person and it couldn’t feel any better.

“You have a present on the table and I forgot to give it to you.” He’s looking at you. Dimples on display, eyebrows raised and another cute little grin is plastered across his face.

Your head shoots up, so he stands up leading you to the table. Then hands you the box to unwrap the snow globe. A childhood picture of you and a young Jungkook in matching panda onesies from his 4th birthday. You’ve been asking for this photo for years and he always told you no because it was his favorite.

“Koo! Oh my god! You really are gonna let me have this?”

He nods yeah one more time. He watches you shake the snow globe and skip around out of happiness. He’s happy just watching you enjoy it. Your joy shines through in this moment. He loves it. He loves you.

“If four-year-old me knew the girl who spilled banana milk on my panda pajamas would be the love of my life. He might’ve smiled more in this picture, instead of sticking his tongue out at you.” He says wrapping his arms around you from behind.

“Interesting, you put your tongue into my mouth nowadays.” You’re so unserious, What is he gonna do with you?

“Now who’s the kinky one? Come here.” He says as he wraps his hand around your neck tilting your head upward lightly choking you as he swallows your moans into the kiss pushing his tongue into your mouth.

“Proving me right?” You say raising one eyebrow and he nods his head yeah while grinning. Then pecks you one more time on your lips and kisses the tip of your nose.

“One more gift.” He says. He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a Jewelry box for tonight’s final touch - a necklace with his initials on it. He carefully places it around your neck.

“There.” He says kissing the crook of your neck.

You reach and touch the JK that now sits perfectly on your chest. Jungkook Is the man of your dreams. No question about it.

“I love this! I’m never taking it off!” You say spinning in his arms to face him and shower him in kisses

“I got a necklace!” You start kissing his right cheek

“And it’s got my favorite person on it!” Now you’re kissing his other cheek.

“I’m never gonna..” You say kissing him with all your being.

“Take it off.” He says finishing the phrase for you and smiling at you. You’re both giggling and just smiling at each other as he sways you back and forth in his arms. The fondness between the both of you is obvious.

You both just stare into each other’s eyes for a while until you break the silence.

“Wanna go home?” You ask him.

He pecks your lips one more time spinning you in his arms. Your back is now to his chest. So, he slides his hand over your heart, sits his chin on your shoulder, and whispers into your ear.

“I’m already there.”

Best. First. Date. Ever.

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#jungkook smut #jungkook #jeon jungkook #jungkook x reader #jungkook x y/n #ALN: the drabbles #jungkook fic #jungkook fluff #jungkook fanfic #aln

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wh1sp3rr · 1 year

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Can I req Kirishima being insecure and afraid to show his s/o his dorm room after Hagakure said “If I found out my boyfriend had a room like this, I’d dump him.”

𑊡˚+₊💭✦ — insecure + kiri; one shot

cw: sfw, fluff, innuendo, slight hurt & comfort, established relationship, dialogue driven, gn!reader, insecure!kiri

an: i had so many scenarios for this bc i hated when she said that as well!! but thank you for the req <33

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your shirt is ruffled up, the shadows making its colour darker than what it is, so your boyfriend can rest his head on your stomach as you rake his messy red locks up and down in a languid motion. the click clack from his controller as he plays some video game on your tv screen in your dorm is the only sound that is echoed throughout while you lethargically watch the screen, the colours changing frequently in correspondence to the movement of his controller.

the breeze coming from your open window lets your curtains sway lazily only adding to the benign atmosphere. smooth tangerine light breaking in the simple beige-coloured walls as the time passes to sunset. it is only when you finally speak does the environment acknowledge the two of you’s presence.

“hey, babe?” you speak, breaking the comfortable silence.

“mhm?” he says, still well-focused on his game.

“out of curiosity, why don’t we ever stay in your dorm?” he doesn’t respond, still honed in on the massive collated pixels on-screen, his controller repeating its unbroken sound pattern. you rake through his hair more deeply to encourage a response. “eiji?”

“mmm?” he hums again, this time moving his eyes up to your angled face. “what’d you say, baby?” you look in the direction of the screen, a signal for him to turn off whatever he was playing, he pauses it once he gets the hint and moves up so that he’s sitting in a way where he faces you head on, rather than having your belly be his pillow.

his eyes are sleepy and his face has marks from how long he’s laid on you, hair ruffled like he just had training from your constant sweeps from forehead to crown. “i said,” you enunciate, “how come we never stay in your room?”

he lets his mouth open in realisation– like he’s saying ‘ohhh’ but nothing comes out. “i like your dorm, i love it here.”

“yeah but, why don’t we ever stay in yours is what i’m asking, is there, like, a reason? are you embarrassed or something?” his brows furrow and lips pull in a little, trying to think of a way of not sounding like a little bitch without completely lying. it’s hard. there isn’t really a way he can, so he lets out a breath, reminds himself that it’s you he’s talking to, not anybody else.

“okay, well, um, do you remember when we did that room king thing?” your face contorts as you try to recall what he was talking about. “when we first moved in?”

“oh my god, yeahhh! that was fun.” you touch his chest, “miss that.” your face rests in a warm smile, kiri emulating this expression, happy to know that at least you felt good about the memory.

“okay so, i don’t know if you remember or if like, anybody else heard, but,” you start to toy with his hands, pushing in his fingers and bringing them out again. for some reason, your touch stimulates security, and he begins speaking in a manner of confidence. “hagakure said some shit like–” “if i found out my boyfriend had a room like this i’d dump him,” he cheaply heightens his pitch to mock the girl’s voice.

you bring his hands closer to you to wrap them around your waist which he complies with, him rubbing up and down as a self-soothing device. “what? she said that when she saw your room?” you ask to clarify.

“yeah.” he nods.

you breathe in deeply taking in his musky scent of chanel cologne, and push his bangs atop the rest of his hair. the walls were now duller in orange rather than the frisky tangerine they were before. you soften your features, your voice does too when you sound, “oh baby,” kissing each of his eyes, them shutting slowly and looking down as you do so, “who d’ya think i voted for when we saw everyone’s room?” his eyes grow with his brows slightly furrowed in disbelief, yet he’s still smart enough to ask,

“me?”

you giggle coyly, “clever boy.”

“why though?” he says through his insecurity.

“mmm,” you say, “i’d remember if i could see again.” you glee cheekily.

he lets out a breathy laugh, all boyish and meek. “seriously babe.”

“ugh,” you smile, bringing his hands further up your back. “cuz i liked it, eiji.” you rub your nose against his and let your chests touch. “i liked the tapestry and that you had books and stuff, not too many to be pretentious but not any at all so you’d come across ignorant,” he lets you continue, shocked that you even have more to say, “and you had that painting..the great wave.”

“yeah,” he shyly smiles, “the great wave off kanagawa.”

“clever! boy!” you renunciate, playfully smacking his chest with each word.

“everyone knows what it’s called,” he says softly, insecure like before.

“no they don’t, baby.”

silence passes and you look down, anticipating another thing to say, deciding whether you should say it or not. you change your position and bring yourself closer to kiri’s ear, softly whispering with full sultriness, “and your punching bag. shit like that turns me on so much.” you kiss his cheek intimately. his face is furious with bashfullness.

“why?” he entertains.

“mmm,” you hum, pawing at the hair by his nape, “i like seeing a man in action, why do you think i always wanna do stuff after you’re done training?” you bring your face to him and he stares into you deeply. “you smell so good, and your hair is always so messy, when you put it up with that bandana,” you intentionally moan, “so hot.”

kirishima shamelessly looks down at your lips and then back up to your eyes, again and again. you notice this and encourage his intentions, “you can kiss me if you want.” he looks up into your eyes, pauses, and speaks with the utmost ferverency: “let’s go to my room.” he doesn’t even let you speak, picking you up bridal style with you only giggling as a response.

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bella-rose29 · 1 year

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Idiot ~ Anthony Lockwood x f!reader

Requested by anon:

Hii I want to request Anthony Lockwood×fem!reader, with childhood bestfriends to rivals to lovers with the miscommunication trope, but also a happy ending with both of them being together. So the plot could be like, they were childhood best friends but then when Anthony's family died he later wanted to start the business, but she thought that he was out of his mind because she was scared about him being in danger, but he thought she just didn't think he can handle it so they got into an argument and she left. After that, they started hating each, later she joined Fittes as an agent, so he was even more angry. So they became rivals in the ghost hunting business. Then they got put on a mission later, and idk she gets injured and his like "who did this to you," but they're still enemies, even though the whole time there is sexual tension between them. This request is super chaotic, so just make your own plot with these elements, I guess. I'm not good at describing plots, I will be happy with whatever you write, but please let them have a happy ending and be together. Also, could you try to make this as long as you can because there aren't as many Lockwood fics as there should be.

I might have changed some bits a lil bit and probably spent way too long talking about their childhood, but hopefully this lives up to your expectations anon! (Please let me know if it doesn't though)

Word count: 9.5k exactly (holy shit this is insane i had way too much fun with this)

Warnings: swearing, violence, fighting, descriptions of injury, mentions and descriptions of Lockwood's family dying/being dead, major spoilers for the books (and the show), some stuff probably doesn't make sense (like at all), i might also have misremembered and made up some things but we'll go with it, Lockwood is actually kind of a dick for some of this oops, he gets better i promise, hospitals, mentions of being on morphine (for the pain), references to Lockwood being depressed, they're idiots in love.

Tag list: @anathemaloren, @augustisintheair, @avdiobliss, @dangelnleif, @el-de-phi, @karensirkobabes, @mitskiswift99, @mrsklockwood, @mrsyixingunicorn10, @ran23sblog, @superpositvecloudshipper, @t2sh0, @taygrls, @tournesol77, @wandamaximoffbae, @wordsarelife

As always, let me know here if you'd like to be added or removed from the tag list!

It was nearly 3am and Y/n L/n had had enough.

She was exhausted, weary, worn out, and pretty much any other synonym for the word 'tired', and she just wanted to go to bed, but Anthony Lockwood had other ideas.

"Give it here, come on!"

Y/n groaned, then half-heartedly chucked the bits of paper at her best friend from where she was lying on the floor of his living room. Jessica laughed, despite also losing to the 5 year old boy at Monopoly, and shook her head at his greedy smile as he counted the money. How he had ever managed to get the two of them to agree to play with him, Y/n didn't know, especially since she'd not really been paying attention when the rules were explained. But then she saw how happy he was at the idea of playing with the two girls, and Y/n knew she could never make her best friend sad.

She did really want to go to bed though.

Jessica Lockwood appeared to notice Y/n's droopy eyes, and quietly spoke to her brother, stifling a laugh at his pout when she told him they should probably stop.

"But we aren't done yet!"

"I know, Anthony, but you've definitely got the most money, I'm sure of it. You're going to win no matter what, so I think we should let Y/n/n go to sleep, yeah?"

"Oh..." he'd noticed his friend's demeanour now, and felt immediately bad for making her stay awake. "Alright then. Y/n/n?"

"Mmm?"

"You ready to go to bed? 'Cause Jess says I won, so I reckon we can go up now."

"Mkay," she murmured, too sleepy to answer in proper words. Going up to bed was a haze, and she only really woke up when she stubbed her toe at the bottom of the stairs (Anthony hadn't told her that was there, despite saying he'd guide her). She was sure she brushed her teeth, Jessica would have checked, and they were all already in their pyjamas, but the only other thing she remembered before dropping off completely was seeing Anthony's face on the pillow next to her, already snoring lightly.

~~~

Y/n couldn't remember most of Anthony's sixth birthday now, what with all the memories that came in between, but she did remember his joy at receiving her present.

He'd spent the majority of the morning since Y/n and her family went next door gloating about how he was finally six, and now he was old enough to do so much more than Y/n (who was still five). She'd rolled her eyes, laughing when he did victory dances all around the house, and laughing even harder when he fell over while doing one of the previously mentioned dances.

They'd run away and hidden in his room in the attic after collecting plates of cake, and Y/n made sure to pick up her carefully wrapped present on the way up. He'd noticed immediately that she was carrying it, of course, he was far too observant to miss it, and had demanded that she let him open it right then and there. Initially she'd refused, feeling shy and worried that he wouldn't like it, but he'd given her one of his secret smiles, one of the ones reserved specifically for her, and said "Please?" so sweetly she caved.

He placed the cake to the side, then spent a good minute unwrapping the gift, being oh so gentle with the paper in fear of breaking it. When he saw the item inside, his smile burst out, bright and blinding, and Y/n felt her own smile form on her face, pleased at his reaction.

"Do you like it?" Nerves were still coursing through her, but they left her body when he raised his head and met her eyes.

"I love it, Y/n/n," he whispered, lifting the picture frame all the way out of the wrapping. She'd convinced her parents to print the photo off, and then spent hours making a frame that would fit it perfectly, complete with lolly sticks and stickers, trying to make the best gift for the best friend she'd ever had.

The photo was the two of them the previous Christmas, bundled up in ridiculous festive jumpers and sat in front of the Lockwood family tree in the hallway, presents surrounding them. Their parents had insisted on a photo before they ruined the area with rubbish everywhere, and the two of them could barely contain their excitement. There was a slight blur to them, a testament to their energy, but their smiles were so wide and they were hugging so tightly Y/n knew it was the perfect photo to give him.

"Where did you even get this? I thought your mum hid the camera?"

Y/n giggled at his comically wide eyes. "I just asked her, silly. I did have to do some chores but I didn't mind, it was worth it."

She barely had time to move her plate of cake out of the way (she hadn't eaten any in the last few minutes, far too focused on Anthony's reaction) when he surged forward, bringing his arms around her in a crushing hug.

"Thank you," he said, although it was muffled since his head was pressed into her shoulder.

"Anything for you, Ant, anytime."

They stayed there for a while, just hugging on his bed and revelling in each others' presence, both knowing that Y/n had meant her words.

~~~

When Anthony had to fight his parents' ghosts, Y/n had cried.

He was crying too, since he'd seen them die less than a day ago and now he had to keep them dead, but seeing her best friend in so much pain had made Y/n cry harder.

Anthony was trying to push back the tears so that he could see, so that he could fight, and Y/n hated that he was doing this on his own.

She had been kept in her room by her parents, the adults being too scared for their daughter's safety to let her go and help Anthony, and she was watching him through her bedroom window. Despite the tears streaming down her face and the sobs racking her body, she could tell he was crying (or trying not to) because of the way he was hunched into himself, as if by making himself smaller he could make everything stop. His body was shaking too, heaving with silent cries as he fought off the two ghosts in front of him. Why they were in his back garden, Y/n wasn't sure, since they'd died on the road in an explosion a few minutes drive away, but she was only six, and didn't understand much anyway.

She wasn't sure how long she sat there, perched on the window seat with her gaze fixed on the boy next door, but she knew that it was far past her bedtime when he finally stopped them, and she woke up with her face stuck to the window, tear stains on her cheeks.

Realising it was light again, Y/n hurried to get dressed, tearing down the stairs and into the house next to them, knocking rapidly on the front door. It swung open a few moments later, revealing Jessica, who smiled sadly at the small girl in front of her and waved Y/n in.

"He's in his room," she said quietly, voice raw from crying.

Y/n nearly tripped countless times climbing the many stairs, and by the time she'd made it to the attic she was out of breath. Pushing his door open, and going up the last few steps (seriously, why were there so many steps?) she froze at the top when she saw him curled up under his bedsheets, shaking with near-silent cries.

"Anthony?"

She heard him sniff, the sound gross and snotty, and then he turned his body around to face her, and Y/n felt her heart break in her chest.

He clearly hadn't slept all night, eyes red from crying and lack of sleep, and he was struggling to keep back the fresh tears that threatened to break through.

"Oh, Ant."

Y/n rushed to the bed, climbing to sit next to him and pulling his head into her lap, brushing her fingers through his hair.

They sat like that for hours, long after Jessica brought up some toast for the two of them, and even when Y/n's back hurt from the headboard and her legs were numb from having his weight on them, she didn't stop stroking his hair, soothing him silently.

When he finally sat up, wiping his eyes and blowing his nose (Y/n made a mental note to put her clothes in the wash as soon as she got back home), she pulled him back in for a hug, both of them sat up this time.

"Thank you, Y/n/n."

She remembered the last time they'd done this, hugged on his bed while he thanked her, but this time it wasn't happy.

"Anything, Ant. Anytime."

~~~

"Ant, don't be stupid!" Y/n giggled, watching him climb the tree.

"I'm gonna get you an apple," he shouted, smiling down at her. "You're gonna love it, I promise!"

He'd just been reaching out for one, bright red and shining, when they'd heard a crash from inside his house, followed by a scream. They'd frozen where they stood, Y/n on the ground and Anthony in the tree, and then suddenly they snapped into action, scrambling to get inside and find Jessica.

They tore up the stairs (somehow Anthony had caught up to her, despite having been up the tree), and he pushed open her bedroom door just in time to see the ghost.

"NO!"

He moved before Y/n did, grabbing a spare rapier from the dresser and moving to fight, hoping to save his sister.

Y/n moved, but backwards, taking a step back out onto the landing, her hand on her mouth.

"Anthony."

He had pushed the ghost back, and was picking up a net.

"Anthony."

He had thrown the net over the broken pot, wrapping it up securely.

"Anthony," she said, eyes fixed on the bed.

"What?" His eyes were wide with terror as he turned to look at her, evidently scared that she was in danger, but when he followed her finger that pointed to the bed, he choked.

"No," he croaked hoarsely, and Y/n felt terrible for making him realise. "Jessica? Jessica please wake up. Jessica. Jessica, this isn't funny. Jessica, please. Jessica."

He kept on like that, repeating her name and asking her to wake up, but Y/n knew that she wouldn't. She moved again then, over to where he stood, rapier hanging limply in his hand. It had only been three years ago he'd lost his parents, why did he have to lose someone else that he loved? Pulling him into her, she let him sob into her shoulder (difficult, given his growth spurt).

Y/n knew at that point that she wouldn't ever leave him.

~~~

"You what?!"

"I'm starting training," Anthony replied, not looking up from where he stood at the kitchen counter, buttering toast.

"But... but why?"

"Because," he shrugged. When he didn't expand on it, Y/n sighed.

She was worried about him.

He'd been vacant, hollow, since Jessica's death, and although he tried to smile and make everybody think that he was doing just fine, Y/n knew her best friend better than that. She saw the bags under his eyes, the lack of joy and mischief that used to reside in his gaze.

"Because what, Anthony?"

"Look, I'll be fine. This guy called Nigel is gonna train me, and then I'll be an agent, and I can keep you safe."

"I can keep myself safe, idiot," Y/n huffed indignantly, crossing her arms and leaning back in her chair.

"I know, I just want to be extra sure that you'll be okay. And everyone else."

"We're nine, Anthony. You went to a funeral a week ago and already you're talking to agents?"

"Yes. I'd like it if you came with me, obviously, but if you don't that's fine too. I'm doing this anyway, with or without you."

That hurt.

They always did everything together, so why was he talking like this?

"Fine. I'll talk to my parents. You need protecting too, dummy."

She'd broached the subject that night at dinner, expecting them to say no.

"Are you sure you want to do this, darling?"

"Yep," she said, stabbing some peas with her fork.

Her parents shared a look.

"Alright. Just promise us you'll be careful, and you'll pay attention in your training, yeah?"

Surprise made Y/n jolt, sending peas skidding across the table. "I can go?"

"Yes, but you have to promise us-"

"I promise!" Her parents chuckled, shaking their heads in a way that reminded Y/n of Monopoly and a late night.

~~~

Training was horrible.

Everybody was mean to her, just because she couldn't run as fast as the others, or move as quickly with a rapier.

"Look at her, she's gonna die within minutes!"

"Nah, she'll never make it that long. On the plus side, if she's in our group we only have to run faster than her!"

"Won't be too difficult!"

Y/n scowled at the whispers, making her way over to Anthony. She huffed, plopping down on the bench next to him and glaring at the girls.

"What's up with you?"

"They're being mean about me. Saying I'll be useless in the field."

"Aw, Y/n/n, they're stupid if they think that. You'll be amazing, I'm sure." He nudged her shoulder with his, smile working its way onto his face. Y/n couldn't help but smile back; his was too infectious. "You'll prove them wrong, I'm sure of it."

After that day, Y/n worked ten times as hard on the practical elements, a new intensity coming into her training with the other agents. She sparred against Anthony when they got home, blunt rapiers clashing in her back garden while her parents cooked dinner.

Within a month, she could beat pretty much everyone she trained with, the only exception being Anthony. He'd shown a skill with the rapier from the very beginning, and his long body made him graceful in a fight. She'd nearly beaten him a few times, but then he'd had a fire light in his eyes and he'd push her back, focus deadly as he forgot everything but the fight. She grew scared in those moments, and had stopped trying to beat him, afraid that he'd forget who she was and hurt her.

~~~

When they were fourteen, Y/n broke her promise and walked out on Anthony Lockwood.

He'd started a business, his own goddamn agency, in his own goddamn house, and he'd wanted her to work with him. She barely recognised the boy that stood in front of her the day he asked her; he was a shell of the best friend she used to have. He was vacant still, and she just wanted Anthony Lockwood back.

"Please? It'll be so much better if we're working together! You can come and live here, and your parents are still next door so you're not too far away, and we'll go on cases together, and it'll be great!"

Y/n had shaken her head, fear creeping up her spine. He'd grown a death wish recently, and although he vehemently denied it, she'd seen how he didn't seem to care about his personal safety when on cases led by the trainers.

"Anthony, you can't do this, please. You're gonna get hurt," she pleaded, hoping he'd come to his senses. If he wasn't so broken, she'd say yes, gladly, and work with him as they had always planned they would. But he was broken, and this job could destroy him.

"What, do you think I can't do it?" His brow furrowed in confusion, and Y/n could practically feel his guard start to go up.

He'd never done that with her before.

"It's not that, I just don't want you getting hurt. You're my best friend, Ant, and I don't wanna lose you."

"You won't lose me," he'd raised his voice slightly, pushing off of the kitchen counter as he got defensive. "You've seen me," he swept an arm out, referencing the training missions. "I'm the best agent they've got, and we both know it. I won't get hurt. I'm too good for that."

Y/n scoffed. "Do you hear yourself, Anthony? Do you realise how arrogant you sound? Because that's gonna get you killed." She'd raised her voice too, to match his, and she jabbed a finger into his chest.

"Arrogant? You think I'm arrogant? I thought we were 'best friends'?"

"Why did you say it like that?"

"What?"

"'Best friends', like we're not. You did little finger quotes like it was sarcastic."

"You always do this! Make something out of nothing!"

"What?" Her eyes narrowed. "What does that have to do with anything?"

"You tell me! You're the one saying I'm gonna get killed when I'm the most skilled agent we know! Why can't you just trust me?!"

"Because you will, Anthony! You will get yourself killed, and I can't let that happen! You can't start a company, just join Fittes, or Rotwell!"

"Fittes? Rotwell? I'd rather eat my own foot than join one of them! You just think I'm not capable of any of this, don't you? You think, that because my family is dead, I can't do this, because I should be grieving instead. Well I have grieved, and if you don't want to stay, then you can leave. I don't want you here if you're gonna keep being like this. Come back when you've sorted your attitude out." He turned his back, busying himself with making a cup of tea.

Y/n stared at him, mouth open in shock and tears threatening to fall.

"Prick. You're the one that needs to sort your attitude, not me."

She left then, grabbing her bag from the chair and scribbling a 'fuck you, Lockwood' onto the paper cloth on the table.

~~~

A year later, Y/n was working a job, and was actually somewhat happy.

She'd joined Fittes after her argument with Lockwood (she stubbornly refused to call him 'Anthony' until he'd apologised to her), and had been put in Quill Kipps' team. He was nice enough, arrogant and conceited at times, but Y/n put that down to his failing Senses and the stress of being team leader, since he was alright the rest of the time. He was more like an overworked teacher on a school trip with a bunch of primary school kids, and the bags under his eyes really added to the image.

It was a minor threat, Type One ghost that was giving an old lady the creeps, but they'd been waylaid on their way back to Fittes by a group of ghosts in the park, and two figures struggling to fight them all. There had to have been around twenty to thirty ghosts (all Type Ones, but they were angry), and when Kipps wondered aloud who would be so daft as to take them on, Y/n sighed, knowing exactly who would do it.

The Fittes team had jumped in, using the remainder of their flares and energy to help, and Y/n found the source, securing it quickly and efficiently. Mass graves were never fun, and this one wasn't much better. Spreading the silver net over the area, Y/n stood, careful not to jostle it.

"We don't need Fittes coming in, thanks, we were perfectly fine on our own."

"Sure," Kipps snorted. "Because being completely surrounded by ghosts and nearly dying is being perfectly fine. Give it a rest, Tony. Go back to your house and leave the agent work to the professionals, yeah?" Y/n rolled her eyes as she got closer, but she couldn't help but agree with what her leader was saying.

Anthony Lockwood looked terrible.

She had no idea who the other boy was (although he did look vaguely familiar), but he at least didn't look like he was on death's door.

"Y/n?"

She raised her eyebrows (she still couldn't figure out how to raise just the one, despite practicing for hours).

"Lockwood."

He flinched, almost imperceptibly, but she knew him too well to miss it. Nobody else noticed.

"Why are you... Are you working for Fittes?"

"Yes." He wasn't getting more out of her, not until he apologised. Kipps was looking between the two of them, as was the other boy with Lockwood, both clearly confused.

"How do you know each other?" Kipps asked.

"We were-"

"We were neighbours. Didn't talk much outside of that." Her tone was bland, and her face nonchalant, and she turned to leave. "Has somebody called DEPRAC?" Ned nodded, waving the radio in his hand.

"Said they'd be two minutes. Should be here in a minute."

"Perfect. Can we get that tea now, Kipps?"

He hesitated, obviously still unsure about what was going on. "Sure. We'll drop the other Source off first though, yeah?"

They left, and although Y/n could feel Lockwood's stare on her back, she didn't turn around.

~~~

It was a month later that Y/n saw Lockwood again, and it was almost the same situation. Her team had been patrolling the streets, making sure the area was secure, when they'd seen magnesium flares going off. They'd rushed in, and Y/n had scoffed when she caught sight of the long black coat and flashy moves.

"Outta the way, Tony!"

The Fittes team had made quick work of the Type Two, bagging the Source and claiming the reward. Y/n felt a little bad about the money, but at the same time Lockwood needed to learn how to get control over the situations he put himself in if he wanted to keep the reward. He seemed to take on the cases that were ridiculously out of his reach, and if Y/n was speaking to him she'd guess that he was trying to prove a point.

She and her team were warming up in a cafe afterwards, one of the late night ones that opened specifically for agents, when Lockwood and his coworker walked in. The pair breezed past, and when the other boy had smiled apologetically at them and given Y/n a little wave, she remembered who he was.

"George! Wait, it is George, isn't it?"

"Uh, yeah," he scratched the back of his head, and adjusted his glasses on his face. "I wasn't sure you remembered me, to be honest."

"I knew I'd seen you before, it just took me a bit to remember where from. Also it was dark the last two times we saw each other, so that won't have helped. Anyway, how are you?"

They chatted for a while, George shifting the piles of paper he had in his arms.

"Do you need to put those down?" she asked after he readjusted them for what seemed like the millionth time.

"I should probably get over to Lockwood, actually. I'm pretty sure he's burning holes in my jumper right now."

"Oh, he's glaring at me, don't worry."

"Why would he be glaring at you? You're lovely," he questioned, confused. "I thought you were just neighbours anyway?"

"Yeah. We had an argument a while back. He was a knob."

"Oh. Yeah, I can see that he would be." George nodded in understanding. "I should definitely go and join him though. We've got all this to get through," he held up the papers slightly, and Y/n smiled up at him.

"Well good luck, George. See you soon?"

"Probably the next time you save us. Lockwood has a death wish apparently. Doesn't let me research for long enough," he complained, shaking his head as he turned and left. Y/n had been right. Lockwood was being reckless, and he'd get himself, and quite possibly George, killed.

She and her team were just finishing up, with Kipps paying the bill and her other teammates standing with him at the till, when Lockwood came over. Y/n had stepped outside, breathing in the cold night air, and when she heard the door she instinctively turned to look, expecting her coworkers.

"Oh. It's you."

"C'mon. Don't be like that, Y/n."

She snorted. "You know you're proving me right, right? You keep throwing yourself into situations you can't win in, and you're going to get yourself killed."

"I'm not proving you right," he started, frown forming on his face. He'd had another growth spurt, she realised. He'd stepped closer to her, out of the way of the cafe door so that other agents could enter, and now he towered over her.

"Yes, you are. Stop being a dick, Lockwood, and realise that you're going to get yourself seriously hurt someday."

"Since when was I Lockwood to you?"

"You know when."

"True. Lovely message, by the way. Great parting gift."

"Yeah, well you were being an asshole, and it felt fitting to write 'fuck you'."

He muttered something under his breath, too quiet for her to hear.

"Excuse me?"

"I said, 'Yeah, I bet you'd like to'," he repeated, louder this time, meeting her eyes with a smug smile on his face.

"Grow up, Lockwood."

"That's not a denial."

Y/n turned to him, looking him dead in the eyes. "Yes it is." She tried to sound threatening, but that was difficult when he was nearly a whole head taller than her. She was saved by her team coming out of the cafe, and she shoved her hands in her pockets, hunching her shoulders against the chill.

"You alright, Y/n?" Kipps asked, concern for his colleague appearing on his face.

"Yeah, fine. Let's go."

~~~

Those meetings kept happening, and it was beginning to frustrate Y/n.

Lockwood had started being more flirty, as if he actually enjoyed getting on her nerves, and the past year had been exhausting.

It was the same every time.

Y/n's Fittes team would be patrolling, or coming back from a job, or heading to a job, when they'd see two figures, or their flares, or hear their shouts, fighting an incessant number of ghosts. The group would jump in, joining the fight, and somehow Y/n and Lockwood ended up next to each other. She was certain he engineered it that way specifically so that he could irritate her with his comments, and that just irritated her even more. What he said was always the same thing, too.

"Do you come here often?"

"We have to stop meeting like this."

"What are you doing after this?"

When she told him to shut up and focus on the job, he'd ignore her, or answer with something just as bad.

"Make me."

"I'll stop talking if you join me later."

Both of those were said with smug smirks and winks, and Y/n went home to her crappy flat close to the Fittes building (she couldn't stand being near him after the argument) every night wondering what the hell had happened to her old best friend.

The last case had been particularly annoying.

The same routine had occurred, but this time there were three of them.

Y/n was surprised to see the girl, but as soon as she saw her fighting she decided that she liked her. She was feisty, and from what Y/n could tell, didn't take any of Lockwood's shit. She looked like the sort of person Y/n would be friends with, or at least get along with, like with George (they had limited contact outside of saving them).

But then the Fittes team had helped, and Lockwood hadn't come near Y/n.

She was glad in some ways, it meant she didn't have his incessant flirting in her ear, and she was glad, until she looked to see where he'd gone.

He was side by side with the girl, and they fought together like they'd been doing it their whole lives. For some reason it annoyed Y/n, despite the fact she'd sworn to block out any feelings for Lockwood other than annoyance and hate, and she grumbled the rest of the night. Kipps picked up on it, and questioned her.

"What's up with you? Surely you'd be happy that Tony left you alone?"

"Yeah, I am. It's something else, don't worry."

"Alright... well, don't let it get to you too much, yeah? We need you focusing on missions, you're too good at what you do."

Y/n nodded, flushing slightly at the compliment.

They made it to the cafe just as Lockwood and Co did, and Y/n bristled at seeing the three of them laughing together.

Well, at seeing Lockwood and the girl laughing together.

George she was just happy to see, he was always nice to her back when he worked at Fittes, and when they passed each other in the Archives or finished jobs together, and she didn't think she could ever be mad at him.

Lockwood and his new colleague, however, she could justify.

"Oh, hi!"

Ugh, she was nice. That made disliking her even harder.

"Hi," Y/n forced a smile, hoping it didn't look too fake.

"I'm Lucy," she said, coming closer to Y/n as the two of them trailed behind the others.

"Y/n. How long you been working with him then?"

"Uh, about a week? Do you... do you not like Lockwood or something?"

"What makes you say that?"

"You just... said 'him' like you wanted to rip his head off."

"Oh. Well, that's one thing I wanna do to him."

Apparently Lockwood tuned in to their conversation at that specific moment, because he turned around, smirk already in place.

"What are the other things you want to do to me, Y/n? I'd love to find out later. My place or yours?"

Y/n scoffed, pushing past him to join her teammates. Behind her she heard a thump, followed by a small "Ow!" Assuming that Lucy had hit him, Y/n smiled, and started liking the girl again. Maybe she wasn't as bad as she originally thought.

~~~

It had been nearly two years since Y/n had first met Lucy, and her second impression of the girl had stuck.

They'd saved Lockwood and Co far too many times since the girls had first met, but Y/n didn't mind. She enjoyed seeing Lucy and George (and Lockwood, but she wouldn't tell anyone that), and if getting involved and having to suffer Lockwood's chatter meant that the three of them lived another day, Y/n would gladly take that sacrifice.

Y/n and Lucy met up regularly in the down time that they both shared, either at Y/n's flat, or in a cafe or shop somewhere. Sometimes George came along, having snuck out under the pretence that he was researching at the Archives, and the three of them had lengthy chats about pretty much anything. Lockwood came up in conversation a lot, of course, given he was something they all had in common, but Y/n always steered away from the subject.

Tonight, however, she wasn't getting let off the hook.

"Why do you always do that?" Lucy asked, stuffing a chip in her mouth. They were sat on the floor of Y/n's tiny kitchen, take away boxes of food in front of them.

"Do what?"

"Whenever Lockwood gets mentioned you start talking about other things. Why do you do that?"

Y/n shrugged, eating some of her own food. "'Cause he's a knob and I don't want to think about him more than I have to?"

"He's always flirting with you though, and you always flirt back."

"Thanks for the observation, George. And I do not flirt back!"

"Oh you totally do, like earlier, right, he was saying something about how your uniform really compliments your complexion or something, and you look really good in it, and you said, wait, George, you take over, I need a drink," Lucy spoke.

"You said 'thanks, I look better without it', and winked at him. I had to physically push him out of the way of a ghost because he was stood staring at you like an idiot."

"He always looks like an idiot," Y/n mumbled, cheeks going red.

"George is right, he's actually gonna end up hurting himself if you two don't get on with it soon."

"He's at risk of death anyway! And get on with what?"

"Snogging," Lucy said, at the same time George said "Making out."

Y/n stared at her friends, hand pausing halfway to her mouth, chip in between her fingers. "What?!"

"Seriously, there's so much tension I could slice it with my rapier. Just stick your tongue in his mouth already."

"Lucy!"

The girl just shrugged. "We are seventeen, you know that right? I know people who've shagged at seventeen. I'm honestly surprised the two of you haven't yet, which is why you need to get on with it."

"That would be... no, that's too weird."

"Why is it weird? He's your old neighbour, you had an argument about something petty probably, and now he's flirting with you 'cause he's realised how hot you are. If he doesn't kiss you I will, just so I can say I kissed the hottest girl I know."

"Aw, thanks Luce. I'd rather kiss you than him, to be honest."

"The bar is low. He's punching."

"Definitely. You alright George?"

"I don't understand girls," he replied, having been quiet the last few minutes while Y/n and Lucy went back and forth. "What did you argue about, anyway? Because you've held a grudge against him for at least three years now and I have never known why."

"Was it petty?"

"No, Lucy, it wasn't petty." Y/n sighed, taking a break from eating. "He... We were fourteen, just finished all of our training, and he told me he wanted to start his agency."

"That is kinda petty though."

"Lemme finish. I don't know how much he's told you about his family," she paused, looking at the other two.

"Not much, but we know they're all dead."

"Yeah, and he showed us Jessica's room."

Y/n raised her eyebrows. He'd kept that room stubbornly locked since she'd died.

"Right. Well, a week after her funeral, he told me he wanted to start training to be an agent. We were nine, and he was definitely not okay at all. Anyway, we did it, and then like I said, when we'd finished, he told me he wanted to start an agency in his house and he wanted me to join him. He was still not himself, and I was just worried that he was going to end up killing himself. Hell, he'd almost hurt me a few times in training. We were the top two in our academy, so we ended up fighting together a lot. But he'd get... intense. Focused. But not in a good way. It was like... he saw anyone he was up against as a ghost, and he wanted revenge for what had happened with his family. We argued about the agency. I told him something about how if he did it he'd just end up hurt, because I knew him and I knew that he wouldn't think he had anything to live for. He took that to mean that I thought he was incapable, and he told me to leave and that I could come back when I'd fixed my attitude."

The three of them sat in silence for a few minutes, Y/n staring at her take away box in her lap, George and Lucy absorbing everything she'd told them.

"Fuck," Lucy finally said, breaking the quiet.

"Yeah."

"Wait, so you weren't just neighbours?" George asked. "You must have been closer than that if you knew him so well."

"Best friends. We're the same age, and our parents had lived next to each other since before we were born. Just made sense really that we were friends."

"Does he know? That you were worried about him?" Lucy questioned.

"Probably not. Should have guessed it though, given how close we were. I mean, he's seen me ugly cry at funerals, and they weren't even my relatives, they were his."

"Maybe you should talk to him? I know, I know, he needs to apologise for being a knob, but you were fourteen. I mean, it's three years on and he's still the mental age of a five year old, but talking might help?"

"Anyway, Lockwood's hopeless when it comes to women. Completely clueless," George added.

"How would you know?" Y/n frowned, not liking the way her heart clenched at the idea of Lockwood talking to other girls.

"Because he hasn't done anything about you, and you're probably the most amazing girl that's ever going to get a chance with in his life. Maybe he's intimidated by you."

"He's not getting a chance. Not like that. Don't look at me like that, Luce. If I don't kiss him that means I'm kissing you."

"Oh, alright then. I'm fine if you don't wanna make up with him," she replied, cheeky smile appearing on her face.

They left the topic alone after that, moving on to other subjects, but Y/n couldn't help but think about the boy with a death wish.

~~~

It was only a week after her evening with George and Lucy that Y/n had to help save Lockwood again (it was so ridiculous she was almost entirely convinced he came unprepared just so that he could see her).

"Miss me, darling?"

"In your dreams, Lockwood," she shouted back at him, dodging a Type Two. She gritted her teeth as she hit the ground, jagged rocks digging in and pain shooting through her side. Rolling, she stood again, panicking for a moment when she realised she'd dropped her rapier.

"Here you go, darling," Lockwood said, appearing out of nowhere with her rapier. "Do I get a reward for returning your belongings?"

"Yeah, you do, actually," she replied, getting close enough to him she could feel his breath on her face. "You get to not be stabbed by me. Duck." He did, almost immediately, and Y/n threw a flare at the Spectre behind him. Lockwood popped back up, somehow still smiling despite the utter carnage surrounding them.

"If I got hurt, would you visit me in hospital?"

"Yeah, to finish you off."

He laughed, and Y/n turned away so he couldn't see the blush rising on her face at the sound. As she did so, she caught a glimpse of something that definitely wasn't dead rummaging around where she had thought the Source for the cluster was.

Relic men.

"Lockwood?"

"Yes, my love?"

"Relic men, over by the Source. What are we gonna do about them?" She hadn't taken her eyes off of the two figures that were crouched by the oak tree, afraid that if she moved her gaze they would run off. When Lockwood only cursed, she panicked, wondering what was wrong. Normally by now he would have charged in to the fight, all guns blazing. Why wasn't he doing that now? Had he suddenly realised that she was right? Because this was really terrible timing if he had. "Lockwood?" Her voice had gone up in pitch, fear making it quiver. Relic men were nasty, and a lot harder to deal with than ghosts. Ghosts she'd been trained for.

"We're surrounded by them. They're blocking all reasonable exits."

"Shit. Okay. What about unreasonable exits?"

"What?"

"You said they're blocking all reasonable exits, yeah? So what about the unreasonable ones? Could we get out anywhere else?"

"Uh... there's a gap in the fence over there," he pointed. "But that would mean letting them have the Source. It's too powerful, we can't let that happen."

"Ugh, okay, hang on. Go and tell the others, just in case they haven't noticed."

"What about you?"

"I'm keeping an eye on these two, make sure they don't get away. I'll try and get closer, but there's a lot of Type Ones in the way."

"You'll be okay?"

"If I die you can take me on a date."

"That's... what? That doesn't make sense."

"Take it or leave it, Lockwood. Get a move on."

He left, casting a last look over his shoulder at her before disappearing into the night to find the others. Y/n felt unease creep up her spine, and she gripped her rapier tighter, her other hand hovering over the remaining flares in her belt. The relic men were still digging, and a few of the ghosts had noticed the disturbance now, moving over. Y/n frowned, a thought occurring to her.

Relic men waited until the ghosts were gone.

So what were they doing here, now? Why endanger themselves? Before she could think on it further, she felt the air shift behind her and ducked to the left just as a fist appeared in the space her head was in mere seconds ago.

Shit.

She pulled herself back up, readjusting her grip on the rapier and taking a quick glance over to the tree. Seeing the two relic men still there, Y/n whipped back around, ducking again just in time to miss the next punch. The man pulled out a knife, the edges jagged, and a wicked grin came over his face. Y/n gulped, then parried his attacks. He was relentless, swinging and then swinging again immediately after, never letting up on her. It was all she could do to keep her arm upright and strong enough to block him, and the ache in her side from hitting the ground earlier was turning into a throb that wracked her body with pain. The relic man noticed the weakness, and his grin grew wider, broken teeth showing. He became even more frantic in his attacks, and Y/n felt herself stumbling backwards over the grass. The floor was uneven, and she tripped, crashing onto her back. She got her rapier up in time to hold off the relic man's knife that had carved a path through the air to cut through her head, but he was stronger than her, and his blade was edging closer to her face. He was only using the one hand, and Y/n realised a split-second too late that his other hand was reaching for his belt, where a second knife was strapped. Her eyes widened in recognition briefly right before he plunged the blade into her side, and she let out a scream.

The pain was all-consuming, and it took everything in her to keep her rapier up, the shockwaves coursing through her body. She took a hazy note of the fact that he hadn't pulled it out yet, which was good, but her vision was blurry, which was not so good. At least if the knife was still inside her body then she wasn't losing too much blood. Her grip weakened, and she saw the other knife jolt towards her face before it disappeared, the man being flung backwards into the bushes in a flash of light. Lucy appeared, hair wild and filled with leaves, her own rapier in hand. She crouched down, pressing a hand to Y/n's cheek and checking if she was okay.

"Threw a flare at him, should knock him out for a while. LOCKWOOD! HURRY UP! Sorry, I told him to get his ass over here just now, but he's stuck with some ghosts, and they're-"

"Lucy?"

"Yeah?" Her voice was hopeful, glad that her friend was conscious enough to speak.

"Please stop talking."

"Y/N!"

She winced at the shout, and Lucy moved over to make room for Lockwood. Y/n rolled her eyes at the cuts on his face, and the gash on his arm. "You can't help yourself, can you? Gotta throw yourself into danger headfirst."

"Shut up. Can you sit?"

"Did you just tell me to shut up? Anthony Lockwood, do not tell me to shut up when I could be dying."

"Y/n, please, don't do this. Can you sit?" His voice was insistent, desperation seeping into his expression, and his glare was convincing enough that she tried to sit up. The pain in her side was too much though, and she ended up half-slumped against a tree. "Who did this? Y/n? Who did this to you?" His tone was lower now, with something dangerous in the background.

"Lucy hit him with a flare. He's over there somewhere." She waved in the general direction she'd seen him disappear in. "Anthony, where are you going?" He froze, looking down at her from where he now stood. The full moon was behind him, and he looked otherworldly in the silver light.

"Lucy will stay with you, okay? Just hang on. I'll be back in a minute. Don't die on me now, Y/n/n." He softened a little at the last part, trying to convey a million emotions in a few words.

"Wait, I'm staying here?"

"Yes, Lucy." And with that he left, stalking in the direction Y/n had pointed him in.

"You alright?"

"Brilliant, thanks Luce," Y/n replied, and then she promptly passed out.

~~~

A soft beeping woke Y/n up, and the harsh light above her and the sterile smell in the air immediately told her that she was in a hospital.

That didn't explain the warmth in her left hand though.

Blinking as she adjusted to the bright light, she turned her head to the left, and had she not been drugged up on painkillers she would have reacted much more quickly and jerked away.

But she was drugged up on painkillers, so instead she just stared at the boy asleep in the chair next to her bed.

Anthony looked peaceful when he slept, he always had, but he didn't look particularly comfortable right now. His right hand was holding her left, and he'd managed to pull one of his long legs up onto the chair, bracing his forehead on his knee while his left arm dangled off the side of the armrest. Yeah, he couldn't be comfortable like that. She squeezed his hand lightly, but he didn't wake. A nurse came in, and upon seeing Y/n awake, smiled.

"Your boyfriend must love you a lot. He hasn't left your side since you came in. Rode in the ambulance with you too, which he wasn't meant to. Paramedics said he was very insistent and needed treating anyway, so they let him. He's been really worried about you." Y/n was on too much morphine to fully comprehend what was going on, and her brain had stopped working properly at the word 'boyfriend' anyway.

"Oh," was all she said, and the nurse smiled, going through her checkups. Y/n drifted in and out of consciousness for half an hour before Anthony woke up.

He blinked a few times, just as she had, stretching like a cat, long limbs going everywhere but never removing his hand from hers. His grip only tightened, and when he saw her watching him with a small smile on her face, he returned it.

"You're awake."

"No, I'm dead," she deadpanned. "Obviously I'm awake, idiot. If I died I'd have to go on a date with you."

He frowned. "Would that really be so bad?"

"Yeah. You should be going on a date with me, not the other way around."

He laughed lightly, more an amused exhale than anything else. "You are so drugged up right now."

"Yep," she replied, popping the 'p'. His thumb was stroking across her hand, and Y/n wondered if he knew he was doing it.

~~~

"Ugh, do I have to live at yours? What's wrong with my house?"

"You live on the fifth floor and there aren't any lifts. You were also specifically told not to climb too many stairs."

"Yeah, but your house has almost as many stairs as my apartment building, so what's the difference?"

"The difference is that I can look after you here, because I live here. Don't touch that, it's still healing, and- ow!"

"Oh shit, sorry. It looks healed."

"Yeah, well you're not the only one that got stabbed, alright? Here, let me get the door."

Anthony sprung up the last step, fishing the keys out of his coat pocket and unlocking the door. Y/n followed behind, wincing when the movement up the stairs put pressure on her wound. She'd been in hospital for two weeks once she'd woken up, and had been told to stay at home until she was properly healed. Anthony had taken on the role of carer immediately, and the nurses had all mentioned (multiple times) what a good and loving boyfriend he was, looking after Y/n the way he was, despite his own injuries.

Neither of them had denied it.

Once inside 35 Portland Row, Y/n took a look around, and was surprised to see that it had barely changed in the last three years.

"Right. Tea? I think George has just put the kettle on."

"Anthony?"

"Yeah?" His smile was tentative, clearly not wanting to scare her off when she'd just started calling him by his first name again.

"Please don't make me sleep on the sofa. Because that looks like the same one your parents got when we were four and I remember how uncomfortable that one is." She pointed to the sofa in question, and he shook his head.

"No, you're not sleeping there. What sort of a boyfriend would I be if I let that happen?" he joked, and Y/n felt her heart flutter at the idea. "You can sleep in my bed, alright? It's only one flight of stairs, which will hurt, but it'll be good for you to get the exercise in, make sure you're healing properly."

Y/n frowned. "Where are you sleeping if I'm in your bed?" She half expected him to say that he'd be right next to her, but he smiled softly again.

"Sofa. No, don't look at me like that, I've slept in worse places."

"What worse places? Ant, you've got to look after yourself! God, you're gonna give me a heart attack one of these days."

She started making her way up the stairs, huffing from the effort. She was tired, despite having spent just over two weeks lying down, and it was already late in the evening.

"It doesn't matter, alright? Just... let's just get you to bed, okay?"

"You're sleeping in a bed, and that's that."

"You are so stubborn sometimes."

"So are you!" She made it to the half landing, and hobbled over to the door she remembered being Anthony's. "You still in here?" At his nod, she pushed the door open, going over to the bed and sitting on the edge. "Seriously, this bed is big enough for the both of us. I'm not letting you sleep on the sofa, Ant. It's super uncomfortable."

"Won't that be... I don't know. Won't that be weird?"

"Why would it be weird?"

"Because we haven't... we're not... you don't like me and I'm scared you're going to murder me in my sleep."

"You... what? Uh... okay. I'm not gonna murder you in your sleep, Ant. One, that's completely dishonourable. I would do it while you were awake so that you could look into the eyes of your killer. Two, I do like you, I just also need you to apologise. For what you said."

"You want me to apologise? I was just defending myself, because I was hurt by what you said. You made out like I wasn't capable and that stung, because you'd always been my biggest supporter."

"Oh for fuck's sake, Anthony. I wasn't saying that at all. I was worried about you because you weren't yourself after Jess died. You were... I don't know. You weren't you, and it freaked me out when you said you were starting an agency, because it's a crazy thing to do! You sort of became a shell of my best friend, and disappeared, and I was worried that you would die and I would lose you because you wouldn't care about living anymore. I know that you are perfectly capable of fighting, and you're one of the best swordsmen I've ever met, but you're an emotional wreck, Ant."

He was quiet for a bit, staring into space as he thought about her words. Y/n sighed, lying down on the covers and closing her eyes.

"I'm sorry." She felt the bed dip next to her as he sat down. "I'm sorry. I said some horrible things to you and you had every right to leave. I don't have an excuse for what I said, and if you want to leave tomorrow morning then I'll help you move into your flat again. But I just... I'm sorry, Y/n/n."

Y/n sighed again. "I don't want to go. I've missed it here," she admitted. "And yeah, you were an idiot and an arse, but you're my idiot, alright? You have a lot of grovelling to do as well." He nodded rapidly, and a secret smile spread on his face, one of the ones he showed her and nobody else.

"Your idiot?"

"Yes, Anthony. My idiot." They smiled at each other, soft and gentle. A thought occurred to Y/n, and her brow furrowed. "What happened after I passed out in the park? All I remember is you looking murderous and asking who stabbed me."

"Oh, right." Anthony looked away, blush creeping up his neck.

"What happened?"

"He's not coming after you again, if that helps. Or anyone. DEPRAC completely purified the area."

Y/n gaped at him. "You killed him?"

Anthony shrugged. "He hurt you, badly, and you could have been killed. If Lucy had been a second later..." He trailed off, eyes clouding over slightly.

"Ant?" Y/n pushed herself up into a sitting position, wincing at the stab of pain that shot through her in protest.

"Hmm?" he turned to look at her, and his eyes went wide when she slid an arm up around his neck.

"Lucy and George think that we need to make out."

"They, uh... they what?"

"They think that we need to make out."

He swallowed thickly, eyes flickering between hers, trying to figure out what was going on. When he spoke, it was in a hoarse whisper.

"What do you think?"

"I think we should listen to them. They're normally right about things. What about you?"

"Uh... okay?"

Y/n hesitated, suddenly unsure.

"Ant, do you want to? Because if you don't that's totally fine, I just assumed that you felt the same as me, and we were both fine with the hospital thinking that we're dating, and I genuinely really like you, and I probably love you-" she was cut off by his lips on hers, slightly chapped but still soft.

"I do want to, I'm just hopeless around girls, especially the ones I've loved since I was about ten." He'd barely pulled away, his nose brushing the side of hers, breath fanning over her lips.

"George was right about that too, then," she murmured, kissing him again. "He said you were hopeless with women."

"Thank god. I thought he knew I've been in love with you for years."

"Oh you're in love now, are you?"

"Started about seven years ago, but sure." He pushed forward again, bringing a hand up to cup her cheek as he kissed her softly and slowly.

"Is that why you flirted with me?"

Anthony flushed, nodding slightly. "In my defence I am completely hopeless with pretty girls, and I wanted to know if there was any chance of you sharing my feelings."

Y/n kissed him again, short and sweet. "I love you, Anthony Lockwood. Just look after yourself more, yeah?"

"I love you too," he replied. Y/n prodded him in the side.

"And?"

"And I'll look after myself more," he said, smiling. "Anything for you, anytime."

They kissed again, for longer this time, exploring each other and being mindful of their injuries, and Y/n thought she could happily spend eternity wrapped up in his arms

"You're definitely not sleeping on the sofa," she said when they paused for air a while later.

"If you say so," he smirked, wiggling his eyebrows. She smacked a hand against his chest, face going red at his implication.

"Not like that, idiot."

"Your idiot," he smiled, pure joy on his face as he pecked her lips.

"My idiot," she replied, mirroring his grin.

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living in a daydream (part3)

Harry helps you with your confidence, while treating you to a nice surprise.

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word count: 8.6k

warnings/tags: harry x reader, smut, mature situations, cheating/affair

It was your first full day with Harry since your husband left for the week. You were beyond excited as you held onto Harry’s hand while you walked through a store. He was treating you to some new shoes and a purse, at this current location. Those were just a few of the things he wanted you to buy. You were a bit nervous, as you normally were when it came to spending his money on yourself, but you knew he wouldn’t let you get away from the stores without a bag or two.

“I dunno why you spend all this money on clothes for me.” You said with a smile as you ran your hand over a dress that was hanging on a rack. You didn’t want it, but you were tempted to feel the fabric as you passed by. “Especially since.. we’re always naked.”

He chuckled beside you, giving your hand a squeeze. “You can’t walk around naked, baby. I have to make sure you have clothes.”

“Don’t want anyone to see me naked, hm?”

He grunted. “Don’t even joke, darling. You know m’selfish.”

“I still hate that you spend so much money on me.” You sighed out just as he stopped you in front of the display of heels.

Harry completely ignored the attendant that was walking up to you and he turned to face you, grabbing your waist and pulling you closer. One of his hands settled in the small of your back, the other lifted to your jaw.

“You’re my girl, babe.” He mumbled to you, leaning his face into yours. “I love spoiling you and buying you pretty things. I have money, so why not use it? Besides.. I get to take these pretty clothes off of you.. so we might as well both enjoy them, yeah?”

You felt a heat rise to your cheeks, mainly because there was a woman waiting a few feet away to assist you. Your hand pressed against his chest and you closed your eyes, moving your head so that your cheek was pressed against his. He didn’t mind.

“You’re the sweetest.” You pecked the corner of his jaw. “I love you.”

“Mmm, I love you more.” He gave your butt a quick squeeze before releasing you. “Now, try on some heels for me, peach.”

You let out a soft sigh as he stepped away from you and sat down on the small sofa in front of the shoe display. This store was one of his favorites to bring you to. They sold very nice things, and he always wanted you to have the best.

“After this we’re going to that cookie shop.” You gave him a stern lift of your brow as the woman grabbed a shoe that you quickly pointed to.

“Whatever you want to do, baby.”

“Mr. Styles, I usually don’t see you here during the week.” The woman gave him a polite smile. You recognized her, but didn’t remember her name.

He smiled back. “Took a few days off.”

“Well needed, i'm sure.”

“Definitely.” He nodded back.

“I.. I don’t like this.” You said with a frown as you stood up and looked at your feet in the big mirror.

Harry didn’t say anything, he only ever commented on what you tried on if you asked him directly. You slipped the shoes off and the attendant returned them to their shelf and picked up another pair instead. These were gold and sparkly with a strap around the ankle. You bit your cheek as you slid them on and secured the straps, trusting her judgement. These were nice.

“Oh.” You said, surprised that you liked the brightness of the shade of gold. “These are pretty.” You kicked your leg back, just watching the lights glimmer on the shoes. “Harry, do you like these?”

He rested his fingertips on his chin as he looked at the shoes, then up to your face. “They’re very sexy, doll.”

“Harry.” You huffed, hating when he did things like that in public - especially when the woman was literally standing next to you.

“I like them, yes.” He smirked, satisfied by teasing you.

“So these are a yes?” The woman asked as you took off the shoes.

“Yes, for sure.” You couldn’t hold back a smile. The shoes were beautiful, and they were quite comfortable, too.

“Are there any others you see that you want to try on?”

You looked at the display and pointed to the dark blues strappy heels. “Those, please.”

When she looked at them, she didn’t pick them up. “I’ll have to go grab your size.”

As she was walking away, Harry was getting impatient. He wasn’t annoyed by anything, he just wanted to be all over you.

“C’mere, babe.”

You sat down on his lap and he hummed, his arms wrapping around you. He was kissing your temple, wishing he could undress you and love on you.

“How many shoes do you want me to get?” You asked in a soft voice.

“Only what you want to get, baby doll.”

You sighed. “I just like the blue ones.. and the gold, of course.”

“Mm, okay. That’s fine with me.” He pecked your cheek. “What about the bags? Did you want to look at them?”

You shrugged, not interested in a new hand bag. “Can.. can we look at the.. jewelry?”

He chuckled, rubbing your waist with one hand and thigh with the other. “Baby, don’t be shy. We can look at whatever you want to.”

You lifted your arm and put it around his neck, your fingers falling into his sculpted hair. “I hate spending your money on stupid things.”

He shook his head. “It’s not stupid if you like it, baby.”

“I don’t need all this stuff.”

“But you want it, and I want you to have it.” His logic definitely wasn’t sound, but you didn’t want to argue so you just gave him a kiss instead.

“Harry.” You sighed back, still not convinced that spending his money was right.

“Here you go.” The woman returned with the shoes in your size.

You pecked Harry’s lips before standing up. He gently smacked your behind and your face went bright red. You ignored him though, in an attempt to not entertain his teasing.

You tried on the shoes and immediately fell in love with them. You smiled in the mirror, then turned to show Harry. He nodded, rubbing his fingers on his chin again.

“I’ll box these up for you.” The woman said as you started to take the shoes off. “Mr. Styles, are there any other items you’d like to see?”

“I think we want to look at the jewelry.” He said while standing up, fixing his sleeves.

It was hard for you to convince Harry to wear casual clothes while he went out, especially for a shopping day. But he can’t resist slipping on his fancy trousers and a long sleeve shirt that he always rolled up to his elbows.

“Would you like to see our public display or our more.. luxurious display?”

“Show me the expensive stuff.” Harry laughed gently as he slotted his fingers with yours.

“Will do.”

You both followed the woman towards the back of the store. You’ve seen the certain display she’s taking you to before, and you were always so shy when it came to picking something. Harry always insists that you get more than one thing, but you never actually did. You hated even getting that one thing, let alone multiple.

“I want you to get whatever you want, okay?” He said, squeezing your hand tight. “If you don’t pick stuff out, then I’ll do it for you.” The laugh he let out made you smile and shake your head.

“I’ll try.”

“Hm, try hard.” He kissed your temple just as you entered the back room.

“The cases are open. Feel free to try anything.” The attendant gestured to the display cases full of jewelry before she went over to the register in the corner to ring up the shoes.

“Rings, necklaces, bracelets.. what first, my love?” Harry moved his hand to the small of your back to guide you over to the glass cases.

“Necklaces.” You said in a soft mumble.

You happened to be right in front of the necklace case. Harry leaned his arm on it, looking down at the top shelf. That was where all the most expensive pieces were set out. He hummed, skimming over the diamonds and gemstones, wondering what you were eyeing.

“See anything you like, honey?” He asked, licking his lips as he looked over at you.

You were gazing down at a ruby necklace. You always loved the color of rubies. Harry’s first gift to you was a pair of ruby earrings that you adore more than anything. This necklace reminds you of the shape of them.

“The ruby one.. with the diamonds around it.” You whispered, blindly searching for his hand beside you.

He glanced down at your wandering hand and grabbed it, knowing you were getting a bit overwhelmed by doing this. Shopping was fun, but actually picking out and purchasing things always made you feel funny. It was almost like you were embarrassed and ashamed to ask him for anything. If he picked something out and gave it as a gift, then that was a different feeling for you. He was making the choices regarding his money in those instances.

“S’quite beautiful. Do you want to try it on?” He leaned closer to you, his voice deep and low.

You nodded to him, but didn’t look his way. You felt your stomach churning as he used his free hand to slide the front of the case open. With these displays, they lock in both the front and back. When customers are with an attendant, they always keep them unlocked for easier access.

“H-how much is it?” You nervously asked as he sat the box down on the glass so he could take it out.

“Doesn’t matter.” He shrugged while gently pulling the necklace out of the velvet box.

Harry stepped behind you so he could put the necklace around your back. He moved your hair to one shoulder and carefully laid the necklace on your skin. You grabbed the box while he was distracted and turned it over to see the price. You nearly choked as you saw the several digits.

“Harry, no.” You shook your head just as he secured the clasp and pulled your hair back over your back.

“Shh.” He kissed your temple, his arms slipping around your waist. “Don’t act like that.”

“It’s.. it’s almost six thousand dollars, Harry. It’s.. it’s a necklace.”

He chuckled gently, rubbing your stomach with one hand and your hip with the other. “I don’t care. You love it. I can tell.”

“Not that much.”

“Baby, i saw how your eyes were sparkling.. your lips fell open as soon as you saw it. You adore it, and.. and I want to get it for you. Don’t.. argue with me, okay?”

You stood silent for a second as you thought about everything all at once. If you were going to allow Harry to pay for a lawyer and for alimony and god knows what else, how much more could you possibly want to suck out of him? Six thousand dollars for a necklace?

“Please don’t.” You whispered under your breath, too nervous to say anything.

“Find something else, too. We can start stocking your vanity.” You could hear his smile.

Harry was always so excited to buy you things, whether it was a new pair of shoes or a bouquet of flowers. There wasn’t much he enjoyed more than spending money on you and giving you nice things. He had plenty of money, why would he want to be so stingy when it came to you? You just couldn’t understand it at all, why he would want to waste so much money on you. He loved you, simple as that.

“Nothing else.”

He grunted. “Baby.. you’ve gotten two pairs of heels.. and a necklace. That’s hardly anything.”

“From here, Harry. I’ve got other bags.” You reminded him, laying your hand over his. “I don’t want anything else.”

“You haven’t even looked at anything else.. just this one shelf.” He shot back quickly, wanting you to stop being so stubborn and just find something else.

“I don’t want anything else. I wanted a necklace.. and I got one.”

He huffed. “You’re being bratty, doll.”

“No, m’not.” You frowned. “I just don’t want anything else from here.”

Harry opted not to argue any further and told the woman that he was ready to check out. You kept quiet by his side the entire time, watching the price jack up on the screen of the register. No words came from you at all as Harry grabbed the bags and then your hand, ready to guide you to the next location.

Thankfully, he remembered what you asked for earlier. You were heading straight to the cookie shop. Harry didn’t mind stopping to get a snack, as long as you were content, he was fine with anything. You were glad that before going into the previous store, Harry ran your other bags to his car so you wouldn’t have to lug them around. You took the shoe bag from his hands so he could get out his wallet, there wasn’t much of a line to wait in. You dropped the small jewelry bag into the larger bag, your heart dropping at the thought of losing it.

“What do you want, baby?” He asks, his eyes trailing over the menu on the wall.

“Um, let me look.” You leaned closer to him, your eyes peering down at the display cases. “A chocolate chip and a peanut butter one. And… a water.”

“Alright.” He breathed out as he stepped up to the counter.

You took the opportunity to sit down at one of the small tables. Your feet were starting to hurt from walking around so much and trying on different shoes. A yawn suddenly came from your mouth, making you bring your hand up to shield it. You watched Harry as he ordered and paid for the cookies. He waited patiently as the woman sat them all in a box and grabbed the drinks, he also got water.

When he came back to you, you were about to stand up, but he took a seat across from you instead. He slid the box over to you and sat your water in front of you, as well. You smiled when he glanced at you, but you noticed something was off. You swallowed a lump as you opened the box and took out one of your cookies. You noticed he got a few more than you had requested, and some that you assumed he wanted himself - but you didn’t say anything.

“You look tired.” He said in a sigh.

“Just a little.” You shrugged, not realizing it was noticeable - but then again, he knew you so well.

“Do you want to go home?” He asked, rolling in his lips as he stared at you.

“We don’t have to.” You shook your head.

Harry gave you that look he always gave you when he knew you were lying. You pushed a piece of hair behind your ear, biting into the cookie you were holding. He licked his lips, and watched you for a moment, before speaking again.

“We can go home.”

You nod, not really feeling like arguing - especially since you actually wanted to go home. “When are we looking at houses?” You ask curiously, remembering that the man had to cancel for Saturday’s plans.

“Sunday. Is that good with you?”

“Mhm. He gets home Sunday night.” You smiled at the thought of a long week with Harry.

“Perfect.” He smiled back. “We’re going to up to the lake on Wednesday morning, staying til Saturday evening.”

“Really? I love it up there!” You grinned from ear to ear, happiness radiating off of you.

Harry chuckled. “I know, bunny. That’s why we’re going.”

You sighed. “I don’t have any sundresses. You know I love wearing those up there.”

“We can run by your house and get you some.”

Your eyes went wide as his offer. “My house? You.. you can’t go there, Harry.”

He smirked. “You can go in, darling. I’ll wait in the car.”

The thought of Harry being seen on the security cameras made your gut wrench. You kept your feelings and worries to yourself and just gave him a nod, continuing to eat your cookie like nothing was wrong. He kept on watching you, and it was sort of worrying you more than it should’ve.

“What?” You asked, taking a sip of your water.

“Just thinking about.. the little show you’re going to give me when we get home.” He bit down on his bottom lip, his eyes trained only on you.

“I think you just like watching me get naked.” You giggled gently, kicking his foot under the table. “You don’t care about the clothes.”

“I care.” He lowered his brows and smiled at you. “But.. I do enjoy seeing you change. It’s quite the show, my love.”

You twirled around in the middle of his bedroom, the pretty dress you picked out flared up in the breeze you created. Harry smiled as he saw how flattering the light blue color was against your skin. The fabric was soft and loose around your waist, but it fit nice against your chest. The straps were thin, the neckline low enough to show your collarbones, but not too much cleavage.

“S’very pretty, baby.” He gave you a nod.

You walked the short distance to the chair in the corner of the room where he sat, by the closet door. You grabbed his hand off the arm of the chair and sat it against your hip.

“It’s really soft.” You mumbled, looking down at his hand.

He squeezed your hip, then rubbed his hand over the fabric. “Mhm. It’s beautiful on you.”

You shrugged your shoulders cutely at him before going back to the bed. Harry licked his lips slowly as he watched you pull the fabric over your head and lay it out on the bed, knowing you would properly hang it up once you were done. Next was the dress that Harry insisted you get. It was low cut in the front and quite short at the bottom. You wiggled into it, trying to seem as comfortable as possible. The big mirror by the bathroom door was the only help you were getting as of now.

Once you had your chest adjusted, and the fabric pulled down as far as it’ll go, you turned to face him. Instantly, his smirk grew larger and his finger motioned for you to spin around. So you did, slowly so that he could see every part of you. The dress was stunning, you definitely liked it - but you wondered if it was a good fit for you. Did this style match your vibe? You weren’t sure.

“C’mere.” Harry gestured to you.

“It’s a bit snug.” You mumbled as you reached behind you, trying to pull it down further on your thighs. It was hardly covering the area where your legs met your butt. “Is it supposed to be this tight?”

When you reached him, Harry grabbed your waist and rotated you around, your backside facing him. You heard him moving in the chair as he sat up to get a better look. He pinched the hem of the dress between his fingers and gave it a hard tug. You grunted as you felt pressure release off your stomach and your butt.

“There. It was bunched up.” He said with a gentle laugh as you let out a sigh of relief.

“Okay, this is better.” You nodded as you faced him now, looking down at your chest. It was more exposed than you usually aimed for, but that was okay for now.

“Gorgeous.” He gazed up at you, his pupils blown out.

You knew what that meant. He hadn’t been drinking anything, he was completely sober - but he was full of lust. He bit the inside of his cheek as you naturally sat your hand on your waist and pushed your hip out, eyes watching his closely.

“And where am I supposed to wear this to?” You asked, lifting a brow.

“In this room.” He winked. “Whenever I can finally take you out.. whenever you want, baby.”

Your eyes rolled as you went back to the bed to get the final piece of clothing you had bought, another dress. Harry watched you somewhat patiently as you got yourself out of the dress. You grabbed the next one and slipped it on. This was fairly simple to do since it was loose fitting all over, the straps about an inch thick. It was more modest than the other two, but it was still cute.

“Precious.” Harry smiled.

“You don’t like this one.”

He sighed. “I love it. It’s beautiful.”

“Mhm, sure.” You flipped your hair over your shoulder. “My boobs aren’t showing… it’s not glued against my ass.”

“Hey, stop.” Harry frowned at your words. “You look beautiful in anything you put on, baby, whether your tits are out or not.”

You didn’t bother going over to him. You were tired anyways and just wanted to put on something comfortable. You took off the dress and laid it on top of the other ones. Harry realized you were finished, so he stood up and came over to you. He took the dresses and pressed a kiss to your cheek.

“Wait til I get back.” He grunted as you started to unclasp your bra.

“Hurry then.” You said with a bit of sass, making him smack your butt.

Harry was quick to put the dresses away in the closet. He knew he didn’t put them in the places you wanted, but you could fix that later. Besides, you organized all of the time in there so it’s no big deal. When he came back to you, his hands grabbed your waist and he pulled you against him, your butt hitting his crotch.

“Let me do it.” He insisted, reaching up to grab the hook.

You sighed. “This doesn’t mean m’gonna do anything, baby.”

He chuckled in your ear as he worked the hook out of the loop. “I’ll change your mind, baby doll.”

Once your bra was on the floor, he slid his arms around your stomach and let his hand wander down to your panties. You felt tingles running through you as his lips peppered kisses on the side of your neck, and his hand began to go lower, his fingertips softly touching the material of your underwear.

“Can’t believe you’re mine, baby girl, can’t believe i get to touch and kiss and love on such a beautiful thing.” Harry was whispering to you, knowing exactly how to coax you in. “Gorgeous tits.. perfect ass.. and this pussy, god.” Harry’s fingers massaged your clit through your underwear.

“Harry.” You sighed out, closing your eyes as you felt the sparks in your chest and the shudders of pleasure run through your body.

“S’good, baby?” He asked, a smirk over his lips as you let out a breathy moan.

You didn’t answer him, but he didn’t worry too much about that. You weren’t always verbal or very loud when you had sex, mainly because your husband didn’t allow or entertain any of that. Harry has gotten you to come out of your shell in the past, but he was okay with you being more modest with what you said. He knew he’d change things for good eventually, once you were officially his and you wouldn’t have to worry about being quiet in that damn storage room..

“Harry.” You muttered, grabbing his wrist.

He figured you were just wanting to touch him, but he grunted as you pulled his hand away from your crotch. “Baby, what’s wrong?” He immediately asked.

“I’ve missed you.” You said as you turned to face him, your hand sliding onto his neck. “I.. I wanna put you in my mouth.”

When the smile toyed on your lips, Harry felt his dick twitch. It was rare that you said things so bluntly like that, but he didn’t mind. You were too tired to have sex last night - so he’s definitely missed you just as much.

“Babe, I wanna touch you.” He chuckled. “Can you be patient for me?”

You huffed. “I.. I guess. M’just tryna.. be.. sexier.” You looked down at his chest, thinking you were over doing it and making a fool of yourself.

“Hey.” He grabbed your chin to lift your head back. “You’re the sexiest human on this planet, baby. You don’t have to try.”

“I.. I mean like.. doing different things.. saying things.. like we talked about.”

Both of his hands slid onto your waist, ignoring the fact you were half naked and he was fully clothed. He pressed his lips against your temple, feeling the softness of your skin. For a moment, you were completely flustered and worried that you ruined the mood.

“Do.. do you re-remember?”

“I remember, baby, of course I do.” His lips moved down to your ear. “I remember everything we’ve done together, every word you’ve said.”

You groaned softly as he pulled you against him, your hands tightening on the fabric of his shirt. You wished you could feel his skin, but you were too nervous to make any moves. You haven’t been this nervous with him since the very start of your relationship.

“Whatever you wanna try.. just tell me, or do it.. I’m not going to deny you of anything.” He told you as he pulled back, his eyes looking down into yours.

You knew you could trust him with anything, so why were you worrying over this? Without saying anything, you pulled the bottom of his shirt out of his trousers. He lowered his hand to your hip to squeeze you, watching closely as you bit your lip - the buttons getting undone now.

“I want to be more confident.. you always do all the work.” You mumbled to him, distracting yourself with the buttons.

“How about we.. try some dirtier talk, hm?” Harry said in a light voice as you tried to push his shirt off of his arms. He took over and got rid of the fabric.

You nod to him. “If you want.”

He smirked gently, but returned his hands to your waist as you started to mess with his belt. You were getting frustrated with the buckle, it kept getting stuck. He grabbed your hand and moved it to his bulge, pressing hard so you’d be able to feel him. You began to grope him as he worked on getting the belt loose and his pants undone. You kept massaging his bulge, pulling grunts from his throat. Ever since the beginning of your intimacy with him, you’ve struggled with making the first move - even when it came to grabbing him. He always guided you, always helped.

Before you realized it, he was naked and his hands were roaming your body, his mouth latching into yours. It had felt like ages since you felt his body moving against yours - skin on skin, creating a new warmth between you.

He threw you on the mattress, climbing on top of you and rubbing his erection against your belly, wishing he was deep in you. A breathless moan left your mouth as he moved his dick between your legs, now rubbing it on your slit.

“Mm, fuck.” Harry grunted as his lips moved to meet yours. “So wet for me, baby.”

You tensed up slightly, and he noticed. He let it slide though, because what could possibly be wrong? This wasn’t the first time you’ve warmed up this way, you actually love it when he does that.

He was going to let it go unmentioned until he felt your hands go frigid on his body, like you had turned to stone. He gave you a grunt as he pulled away from your neck.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” He froze, not wanting to keep going if you weren’t liking it

When he looked down at you, you got a fearful gleam in your eyes. “I.. nothing.”

“Do you not like that? I’ve.. I’ve said that before.” You could tell he was confused, but more concerned than anything else

“No.. I just..” you shook your head as your eyes fell shut.

His lips began pecking your cheek, soft and slow touches. “If you aren’t comfortable, I need you to tell me.” When you grunted, he kissed the corner of your mouth before leaning back up.

“It’s not you.. it’s me.” You mumbled, feeling embarrassed for no reason. “I don’t know.. what to say.”

You’ve said things like that to him several times, but going further than that, filthier - well, you were nervous and unsure.

“If you don’t want to say anything, you don’t have to. I’ll do it.. so you can get used to it.” He says with a smile. “You’re extremely tense, darling. Do you want me to get some wine or something?”

You were getting even more agitated. “I don’t need wine.”

“Okay, okay.” He lifted his brows as you looked at his eyes, they were soft and filled with concern. “What can I do?”

He was slightly thrown off guard when you reached up to the back of his neck and pulled him back down, his mouth on yours. He moved in sync with you, letting his tongue find shelter in your mouth for a long, long moment. You wanted to get lost in him, feel him all over your body and just melt together. Yet, you were struggling to fight your nerves.

When you pulled back from him, you directed his head towards your neck. He didn’t hesitate to start a trial of sloppy kisses and gentle sucks until he reached your shoulder. You were running your hands through his hair, the other holding onto his shoulder.

The feeling of his teeth sinking into your delicate skin made you shudder, eyes closing as you soaked up the moment. As he did it for the third time, biting down and sucking on the area just seconds after, a spark lit up your chest. You grabbed onto his hair and pulled him up. He grunted, smirking as he caught a glimpse of your face before you attached your lips to his jaw.

You let the instincts kick in as you sucked marks up his jaw, moving down to his neck. His hand snaked down between your bodies, his fingertips circling over your clit. You moaned softly in his ear as you took a second to breathe. Harry squeezed your hip as hard as he could as he felt your teeth nibbling at his skin.

“Markin’ me up good, hm, baby doll.”

“You’re mine.” You whispered against his skin, your tongue sliding over the teeth marks you left on the side of his neck.

“Gon’ make sure everyone knows, yeah?” He kissed your skin softly, rubbing you with more pressure now. “Fuck, you’re so wet.”

You groaned as he sped up his fingers. Your head fell back against the mattress and your eyes found his. You held onto his hair with one hand while the other was on his side. He licked his lips as your mouth fell open, another moan coming out.

“Baby, can I try something?” He asked, gently raising his brows.

“Mhm, whatever you want.” You smiled back, pecking his chin.

He dropped his forehead on yours, eyes watching closely. You grunted, eyes squeezing shut. A familiar feeling was bubbling in your stomach and rising up through your chest. You sucked in a breath, eyes as tight as ever.

“Harry.” You gasped, on the verge of your release.

He suddenly pulled his fingers away and your stomach dropped. Your eyes shot open and you looked very confused.

“I.. I didn’t-“

“I know.” He pressed his lips to the corner of your mouth. “It’s called edging.. it’ll make your orgasm way better.”

“You’re cruel.” You said through a laugh.

“Is it okay? I won’t do it unless you wanna.”

You thought about how you wanted to do more things with him. Knowing that he was wanting to do the same was very encouraging and it made you feel confident. You grabbed onto his nape, eyes barely opened as you looked at him.

“You can do it.. but only sometimes. Now is fine.”

He smirked. “You make the rules, darling.”

“I want you.”

“Tell me what you want, baby.” He moved his mouth down to your ear. “Want my fingers.. my mouth?”

“Want your mouth.” You muttered back, kissing his jaw.

He grabbed your arms and moved them down onto the bed. He then took your wrists and held your arms down, his mouth peppering kisses down your collarbone and chest. You gasped as he took your nipple into his mouth, sucking hard and licking over your hardened nub.

“Need you, please.” You huffed as he moved to your other breast.

“Patience, my love.”

Harry kept your arms down as he kissed a trail towards your mound. You giggled softly as his touch tickled your stomach. He noticed of course and gave you a swipe of his tongue around your navel. You grunted, wiggling your fingers against his arm. He let you take his hand, tangling his fingers with yours and you squeezed him tight.

“Pretty please.” You mumbled through a whine, staring down at him as he teased his lips against the spot above your slit.

“Want my mouth, baby doll?” He lifted his brows as he gazed up at you, in awe at the curves of your body - the swell of your breasts.

“Yes, please, please give me your mouth.” You managed to get your fingers around his wrist where you sunk your nails in deep.

“Gonna make you feel so good, baby. Make you cum for me, yeah?”

“Yes, Harry.. please.” You were trying to control your breathing but it was all over the place.

He didn’t tease you any longer. He let go of your wrist and wrapped his arm around your thigh, his fingers spreading your womanhood, exposing the pink flesh and the small folds. He licked his lips and let your skin go. He didn’t like to hold you open too much, sometimes his finger pressure would make bruises and he hated seeing those down there.

The moment his mouth touched you, you let out a heavy moan. He chuckled against you, vibrations racing through your body. You grabbed onto his hair and began pulling at his roots. His tongue was swiping through you, wetting your skin more than it already was.

“Oh, baby.” You whined, pulling his hair as you watched him lap up your juices, taking long moments to suck you into his mouth. “Fuck, Ha-Harry.”

He felt his cock twitch as your head fell back and your back arched off the bed. He used his free hand to hold your pelvis down on the bed. You immediately grabbed his forearm and began scratching him. He grunted as he sucked on your nub.

“Harry, Harry, Harry!” You were practically screaming as he aucked as hard as he could on your clit. “Edge me.”

He furrowed his brows, unsure if he actually wanted to torture you like that. But, as you drug your nails down his arm to his fingers, grasping them as tight as you could, he knew you were close and you were about to come undone.

“Please! Just once! Please, Harry!” You were begging at this point, wanting to experience it like he suggested minutes ago. “Oh, fuck.”

That last little whine made him grunt and pull his face away from your pussy. You groaned, cupping yourself as you felt the bubbles shatter - the feelings so strong, but unable to burst the way you needed them to.

Harry moved your hand out of the way and spread you again, looking at the redness he created and the soaking wet mess you made - your entrance oozing with sweetness. He let you go, but kept his hand on your mound as he looked up at you.

Your hand was pushing into your hair, your breathing was quick and sharp. It was easy to see that you had gotten built up so high, but it was taken away from you.

“I dunno if I like doing that to you.” He said with a soft laugh, crawling back above you.

When his lips met yours, you didn’t hesitate to kiss him, knowing you’d taste yourself. He was surprised when you grabbed his jaw and swirled your tongue around his chin, gathering the wetness that was on his skin. He found that extremely hot, making him groan and squeeze either side of your waist.

“Tastes good, hmm?” He smirked against your mouth, knowing you were enjoying these more intimate moments.

“Mhm.. M’sure you agree.” You whispered back, your eyes barely opened.

“Wanna taste some more?” He asked as his arm moved downwards, his fingertips slipping into your slit.

You hummed at the feeling and he licked over his bottom lip as his two fingers were trapped in the hot warmth of your skin, soaking wet. He circled his fingers around and slid them through your folds, making little sparks go up your spine in the process. When he brought his hand up to you, he leaned up so he could watch. While you had done this while being alone, you hadn’t ever done it with him.

You opened your mouth, inviting his fingers in. He felt precum forming on his tip as you sucked his fingers and swirled your tongue around them, cleaning them free of your flavor.

“Fuck, you’re so hot.” He huffed, swallowing hard as you released his fingers. “Good, hm? See why I love your pussy so much, angel?”

You smirked, letting a soft giggle come out. Just as he moved his arm to make a second trip down there, you grabbed him and shoved his arm away - while letting yours go down your body and in between your legs. He was practicing laying on your right thigh, resting his weight. But you were able to easily get to your slit, where you coated your own two fingers. A moan came from you as your wrist rubbed your clit.

Harry smirked, watching your face contort as pleasure burst in small, sudden sessions. When you brought your hand back, he groaned as he saw how wet it was - almost more than his had been. He thought you were going to stick your fingers in between your own lips, but he realized he was wrong as your other hand grabbed his jaw and you brought your fingers to his lips.

He let out another groan before opening his mouth, your fingers slipping in so easily. You were throbbing between your legs as he sucked on your fingers, wrapping his tongue around them, cleaning your skin off.

“You’re so hot.. love watching you taste me.” You whispered.

Harry squeezed his eyes shut, his cock was aching with every word you said. You giggled lightly, your hand falling to his neck. He kept your fingers in his mouth, grabbing your wrist to maneuver the other two into his mouth. You watched with glazed over eyes, lust filling every inch of you.

He sucked on your digits for a few long moments, then you withdrew them from his mouth. You bit down on your lip as you reached down and searched for his cock. He shifted slightly, allowing you better access. When you wrapped your fingers around his tip, he moaned and instinctively bucked his hips.

“Harry.”

“Hmm?” He pressed a kiss to the corner of your mouth.

Your hand slid to his nape and you held him tight. “Can.. can you.. um.” You got nervous suddenly, which made you irritated.

Harry quickly kissed your cheek a few times, distracting you from the upset feelings. “Whatever you want, baby doll. Just tell me, or show me.” He encouraged you, knowing you needed that.

You nod softly, then press your own lips to his skin. You just wanted to kiss his cheek and his jaw for a few moments. He let you do whatever you wanted of course.

“Just want you to rub against me.. then I want you in my mouth.” You said in a soft tone, your eyes closed even though he wished you were looking at him.

“Hm, like this?” He asked as he adjusted his cock between your legs, resting it on your slit.

You nod, nails sinking into his nape. “Please.”

Harry started moving his hips, dragging his length against your wet skin. You moaned as his tip shoved itself against your clit. He couldn’t help but smile as your eyes rolled back and your mouth fell open - every hit against your nub made you go further and further into the pleasure. You were over the moon.

“My baby must want my cock to taste like her pretty pussy, hm?”

Harry’s words made you gasp, along with a nice clit stimulation. He chuckled, playfully swiping his tongue up your jaw.

“Mhm, wanna taste us at the same time.” You said, your breath fanning the side of his face.

He kept up a good pace, rubbing his heavy cock against your pussy. You were loving every second of it. Thankfully, he always did this before slipping into you, but this time he wouldn’t be going straight in after. You squealed as his tip nudged your clit hard then rubbed over it.

“Ooh, baby.” He cooed at you. “Your little nub is sensitive, hm?”

You nodded, lifting your other hand to his shoulder. “The.. the edging.. works.” You breathed out.

He chuckled, pressing a kiss to your lips. “Gonna edge me, baby? Make me feel so good.. then take it all away?”

Your eyes opened as curiosity flowed through you. “Wan’ me to?”

He smirked, in awe at your eagerness and surprise. “Mhm. Unless you want me to cum in your mouth.”

Your stomach bubbled as he said that. You’ve tasted him plenty of times, but it was rare that your mouth was filled with his seed - normally he just did it in your pussy or on your stomach if you didn’t want to be messy. You would always wipe it up and taste it if it were on your stomach, so you knew you definitely loved it.

“Can you.. uh, will you be able to cum again.. in me?”

He smiled. “Are you doubting my abilities?”

You giggled as he pecked several kisses against your cheek. “I don’t wanna make you overdo it.”

“I can definitely do it twice, baby doll. Want me to fill your mouth and your pretty pussy, yeah?”

“Yeah.” You nod, sucking on your cheek. “Wanna be full.”

He groaned, loving this newfound confidence and filth you had. “Full of my cum, yeah? I’ll fill you up, baby girl.”

You moaned softly, your fingertips trailing to the side of his neck. “Love it when you call me that.”

“I know.. such a sexy thing you are, baby.” Harry looked at you for a moment, even glancing down at your breasts.

“I wanna use my mouth now.” You said with a gentle pout of your lips.

Harry made sure to kiss you nice and slow, his tongue wiping against yours as your arm wrapped around his neck. His cock was still against your pussy, but it still felt so nice to have him there. He was being so considerate and patient with you right now - letting you easily explore new phrases and let out your dirty thoughts. You felt so loved, so appreciated.

“Now, please.” You mumbled as you pulled away from his mouth.

His hands went onto the mattress, pushing himself above you. “How do you wanna do it? On your knees or what, baby?”

You thought for a second, then touched his chest. “Lay down.”

He lifted his brows, but didn’t hesitate to move onto the bed beside you. He put an arm under his head as he watched you move onto your knees. You were slightly unsure about this, but you wanted to at least try.

“Is.. is it okay like this?” You asked as you got between his legs and laid down, your arms resting on his thighs.

“Are you comfortable like that?” He asked sweetly, always wanting you to be happy.

You nod back to him and he smiled. You grabbed his dick with one hand and pressed your other against his hip bone.

“You look so pretty with my cock in your hand, baby.” He said as the drool was pooling in the corners of his mouth - he was rock hard.

You smiled cutely and pressed a kiss to the slit on his tip. He twitched in your grip and grunted hard. Harry’s reactions always made your stomach bubble. He was so hot and everything he did was so good, so attractive.

“Gonna suck me off, baby? Use that pretty mouth on me?”

His filthy words made your pussy tingle. “Mhm, make you feel so good.”

As you closed your mouth around his tip, he let out a moan and closed his eyes for a second, not wanting to miss the beautiful sight.

“Fuck, you’re so good.” He grunted.

You kept on sucking him into your mouth, going about half way. Harry never forced you to go to a certain point, mainly because he didn’t want you to hurt yourself. He always let you take control and do whatever you wanted.

He was loving every second of this. You’d release him from your mouth to take a quick breath, then start twirling your tongue around the tip, then going up and down his length. Squeezing the base, holding it tight as you sucked. He was in Heaven.

“Fuck, baby. Fuck..” Harry groaned as you started pushing him further into your mouth.

He watched in awe as you sat up some so you could easily take him down your throat. He nearly burst as your nose hit his trimmed pubes, your throat enclosing around him. He heard you grunt and felt your throat reacting to being full. He grabbed your hair gently and tried to pull you up.

“Baby, please don’t hurt yourself.” He said with a sigh as you ignored his efforts.

You held him for a few more seconds before your body couldn’t handle it anymore. You took him from your mouth and gasped for air immediately. He rubbed his thumb against your swollen lip, wishing you’d listen to him. You rested your head in his hand as you worked on pumping his length, knowing your mouth needed a break.

“Did.. did I do good?” You asked as innocently as ever, your eyes moving up to his for approval.

He hooked his thumb in the corner of your mouth. “You did so good, my baby. So, so good. But.. don’t wan’ you to hurt yourself, yeah?”

You nod softly, humming as his thumb moves to press down on your tongue. He was loving this dirty action, you both were so comfortable saying and doing all these things you hadn’t really done before. He realized that he loved hearing you ask for praise. God he loved that so much. He figured he should tell you afterward, because it seemed that you liked it just as much.

“Always so good with your mouth.” He assured you as you kept pumping him. “Love it when you squeeze me, babe.”

His thumb slipped out of your mouth, but rested on your chin. “Mm, m’so..” You didn’t finish your sentence because a moan came out i stead. Harry noticed you were moving your hips, rubbing yourself against the bed. He grunted, brushing his thumb over your cheek.

“Rub your pussy on my leg, baby. Make yourself feel good.” He suggested with a deep breath, your grip was so tight on him.

You smiled, silently thanking him for saying that. You let his cock go for a moment to throw your leg over his and basically straddle his shin. You moaned as you lowered your hips and felt your clit rub against his skin. The hairs on his leg provided you some friction and it was like Heaven.

Harry was so far gone now - his girl was sucking and tugging on his cock while rubbing her cunt on his leg, making herself feel nice while giving him pleasure. He was eating it up.

“Your pretty pussy’s so wet, baby.” He said with a chuckle as you looked up at him, your hand wrapped around his cock now.

“Can’t wait to be full.” You whispered, biting your lip as he groaned.

“Fuck, you’re so hot.” He groaned. “Keep talkin’ like that and m’gonna cum.”

You giggled softly and decided to just tease him while gripping him tight. “It feels so good.. rubbing on you.” You pressed down harder against his leg.

“Yeah?” He raked his fingers through your hair, grabbing the side of your face. “You just love putting that sweet pussy all over me, hm?”

“Hmm, maybe.”

He groaned as you squeezed his base. “Oh, baby. So close.”

You aucked on your lip as you pumped him quick and hard, making sure to tighten your grip at the base and the tip. He was a moaning mess, his fingers wrapped in your hair as you brought him to the edge.

“Oh, fuck.” Harry gently knocked your hand away and you knew what that meant. It had been so long since you did this, but you surely hadn’t forgot how.

You aucked his tip into your mouth and held him tbere as your hand pumped the rest of his length.

“Oh. Fuck, baby.. m’gonna fill you up.”

He grunted hard and you watched his belly contort as the pleasure whipped through him. Within seconds, he was spilling into your mouth - thick stripes of cum covering your tongue. You hummed around him, making him shudder.

“Oh, baby girl.” He muttered in between moans, shooting a thick, heavy load into your mouth.

The taste was filling your senses, the weight of his cock against your tongue was comforting. You adored him in every way, especially in his most vulnerable moments like this.

You swallowed as much as you could with him in your mouth. His hand fell from your head and his head hit the pillow, his breathing heavy and deep as he tried to come back down. You gently pulled him out of your mouth and swirled your tongue around his tip, cleaning him off completely. You swiped up the little droplet that has fallen down his length, making him groan loudly.

Once you were satisfied with the clean up, you started to move, intending on laying down beside him but he grabbed your arm to halt you.

“Get on me, babe.” He said, glancing down at his rock hard cock.

“Harry.” You mumbled, a bit of shyness in your tone. “I.. I don’t like being on top.”

He leaned up on his elbow, just to be a little closer to you. “Don’t have to fuck me like that, babe. Just wanna do some things with you.”

You smiled sweetly. “Things?”

He gave you a smirk and sat all the way up, his legs bending at the knees to get comfortable. His heavy hand moved to your waist while the other reaches for your hand.

“C’mon, wanna tease you a bit.”

You lifted a brow. “Teasing is mean, bubby.”

“Oh, but you love it so much.” He grinned back, his fingertips grabbing your nipple suddenly. “Trust me, baby doll, I won’t torture you.”

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