#this is my first fic im so nervous i hope you like it ahhh

[wackyartor]

Hello cutie pie! How's your day going? Great? I really hope so!

I was passing by and see your request are open, so imma gonna just drop it here in case you feel like writing :)

Rise!Leo x reader (female or neutral, your choise) when the reader is the "affectionate captain",adore givin hugs,hung outs,bein close or not always respecting people bondaries but,when she's got a crush on Leo, she unconsciously begin to be away from him like,less hugs,hung outs,contact because she starts to get nervous around him without notice.

And yeah, that's it,hope you like the idea,bye bye! ☺️

Rise!Leo x Reader

OF COURSE!!! THATS SUCH A GREAT IDEA AHHH!!

Note: This is the first request i got, so sorry for the delay! and for the other reqs, I'll try to finish it as soon as possible!

Note (2): im so sorry again if the fic isn't like the request but i tried! also i wrote this like around 2 am so, excuse my grammar 😭

Summary: Leo started to notice that you've been avoiding him, less contact and etc, despite of you two being more close with each-other, he decided to confront you about it and it ended up you having to confess.

Reader's Pronouns: She/Her

He noticed it pretty quickly.

Whenever he goes in and tried talking to you or goes in to hug you like the usual greetings you two always do, he always sees you slowly moving away or having excuses to go off somewhere.

assuming you were busy at the moment so he brushed it off.

But, he's starting to suspect it because it happens all the time whenever he's tries to talk to you.

He can't help and be jealous whenever he sees you and his brothers hang a lot like you guys were so much closer than him.

He overthinks it, ALOT. he thinks that he did something wrong that made you so upset with him!

He even tried talking to one of his brothers or april, asking for an advice or just rant to them.

and of course, they would be sick of him from listening to his rants, since he rants about this to them 24/7.

It was a saturday night, requested by april that they should watch a lou jitsu movie or have a movie marathon.

of course Y/N was invited, thankfully she agreed to come.

so everyone prepared some snacks that they could provide at the table near.

"hey uh april, as much as i wanted to join you guys watch the lou jitsu movie for the hundreds of times, like i really REALLY do. but i still need to read my jupiter jim comics." leo says as he crossed his arm in a lazy stance.

"What! no no, think about it! the only reason i agreed to do this is for you to have the opportunity to go talk to Y/N, confront her about the whole situation!" April quickly stood up from where she's sitting on, leaving the others as she goes to leo.

"what's the point? she'll probably push me away, she HATES me april! and that makes me hate myself." leo frowns, his hands down in defeat.

April then goes and grabs his shoulders firmly. "and do you want her to hate you forever? i don't think so."

then when april saw Y/N's presence in the distance, she pushed leo to go on, as she goes back to the others.

Leo stumbled as he glanced at Y/N, he gulped then he stood straight, taking deep breaths, patting his plastron to keep him calm. "you got this leo.. just.. go talk to her!"

before turning to where Y/N was, as she looked at him, she stood there. completely frozen.

"Ohhh, Y/N it's so great to see you! do you mind talking for a bit?" Leo smiled at you.

"Uhm.. sorry, the movie's about to start and i don't-" She replied, cutting of her sentence while smiling awkwardly.

"I understand! totally. but it will be quick, i promise so please, just listen." Leo sighed, his genuinely looked concerened.

Y/N just stood there, didn't know what to say. she could feel her face heating up, trying to keep as much eye contact as possible to make it less awkward.

"you haven't talked to me, didn't answered all my calls, and we barely hang. what's wrong?"

No reply once again.

"I'm sorry, Y/N for whatever I'm done! but please talk to me, tell me what's wrong?" he says as he held your hands gently with.

Y/N gulped when she felt her hand touched his, soon looking at him. "I- uh.. i just.." she couldn't find the words.

Leo looked at her, as he leaned in closer to her face. "uhh Y/N?? are you okay?"

"Okay! OKAY! fine I'll tell you what's the problem!" Y/N moved her hands off him.

"I have feelings for you! i haven't felt this feeling from anyone else but only from you.. it hurts me to see us hanging less but you always take my breath away whenever you're around and can't help but feel so nervous! god.. i hated to tell you this because i didn't wanna ruin our friendship that we have." Y/N sighs, feeling humiliated with herself.

she noticed leo wasn't replying. assuming he was still processing all of this or something more worse.

"Y/N, is that really the problem because you couldn't handle my charm this much?" Leo chuckled, soon he cupped your face with his hands.

"but in serious thought, i also love you too, and i would hate to see us being apart ever again." he said this as he slowly leaned in to kiss you.

Y/N was so happy and is also glad to hear that it didn't end so badly, as she closed her eyes waiting for the kiss.

"Awwwww, this is so adorable!" mikey says from the distance, wiping a fake tear.

"Mikey!"

Leo soon glanced at his brothers, shocked. "you guys were watching us!?" he blushed

"we're still here, remember?" donnie rolled his eyes with a small smile on his face.

"This is better than watching the movie!" April Cheered.

Leo's hands didn't let go of Y/N's face, who was also blushing as hard ever, stunned at the situation.

"Well, might as well enjoy the show" leo smirked, as he looked at Y/N again as he leans in to finally kiss her.

Which Y/N returned happily, wrapping her arms around his neck.

and everyone started screaming.

[lackablazeical]

ahhh hi! im working on the fic rn! its going good so far but im a bit nervous that i wont get the characterization right hnnnn

~🦋

If you have any worries at all, want any advice on how to write the characters, need to know how they'll react, etc, my asks or dms are always open! I don't bite, feel free to ask away! :D

If you need any advice, I've basically learned that Leo usually responds to everything either with whatever *he* is thinking/wanting the convo to go towards, or like he's in a badly written romantic comedy LMAOOO. He's really snuggly and lovey, he's often trying to touch anyone around him or hugging himself. He will rarely ever get angry, he often takes everything as kinda a big 'joke' ya know? He knows he's the biggest guy in the yard, is the best way I could describe it.

Mikey responds like a jackass teenager who knows he's better then everyone. He has a very strong air of misplaced confidence, swears like a sailor, and likes causing trouble and upsetting people. He's only ever 'nice' to people he's trying to trick, really, or MAYBE his brothers (and even then, not really, lol). He's really impulsive and will always take a challenge. He's fine with saying rude and borderline kinda offensive stuff because he likes a reaction.

Donnie is usually pretty snappy and easy to anger. He has no care for anything, very clinical in how he speaks about everything. Everyone accept his brothers is just an object and experiment. He scans people well tho, he's often pretty quick to pick up if someone is lying or trying to hide something.

Raph rarely talks. He's very withdrawn, but also very unpredictable. He can be sitting quietly one second, lashing out and knocking someone into next week the second. He's childish, and is very curious. He doesn't feel the need to explain himself, he just DOES. He is also very 'go with the flow' usually, but may occasionally just decide 'nah' halfway thru and leave everything to descend into chaos, LMAOOOO.

Hope this helped a bit! Your comfort as a writer comes first, so if you want to avoid any parts (such as how Mikey talks or something) then that is totally OK and valid!

[ithinkabouttzu]

Take all the time you need <333 for my ship request, id like a male ship with the pacific please! i'm filipina, 5'6''-7 range, a Leo sun, Taurus moon and Cancer rising. Im in my last year of college in liberal studies. I love to watch tv, youtube videos, read, write fics and poetry, draw and paint. Im listening to a lot of emo/punk rock music, but right now its goth rock music ! I squeeze in kpop music here and there; my fave kpop groups are blackpink, twice, (g)i-dle and red velvet! My fashion is a mix of grunge/punk and goth (its mostly all black and dark colours at this point) Im currently saving money for the TWICE concert right now so Im working really hard. I'm kind of introverted and sarcastic most of the time. I have faded copper red hair cos my jet black roots are growing. I used to wear euphoria themed makeup but its kind of altered to a new style due to my dark phase lol. I also love learning French, Portuguese and Tagalog whenever I can bc I would love to travel one day. I hope this is ok!! <3

Yes thank you sm for the request lovely!! 💗

I ship you with…

Eugene Sledge!

Song recommendation: Only - LeeHi

-Okay cute couple alert 🚨🚨🚨🚨‼️

- hear me out, but y’all would be like adorable and y’all’s looks would compliment each other so nicely omg 😫

- Black Cat gf and Golden Retriever bf type couple fr

- Right off the bat I think he would find you so pretty! Like he would be so nervous to come up to you because you’re like super cool and edgy and he’d be scared to mess something up or embarrass himself LOL

- He LOVES how different your style is from his! Like you’re so different from the basic girls he sees everyday so you would be honestly so refreshing to admire for him LOL

- One day he’d be just like looking around, and he’d find your drawings, and he find would them so pretty! I think he would be fascinated at how good you are at drawing

- I think he would find you so damn cool in general! Like you can speak multiple languages, you can draw amazing, your gorg, and you’re a good writer. (his dream girl omg)

- He would love your painting SOOO much, and everytime you draw something new he wants to be one of the first people to see it (he’s a supportive bae) like he honestly thinks you’re good at everything tbh.

- He’d like your sarcastic humor A BUNCH, he’s not very good at sarcasm but he likes to hear it from you, also he doesn’t like when anyone else is sarcastic BUT you (snafu’s jealous LMAO 😭)

- What a cute introverted couple AHHH i’m shipping so hard

- One date night, y’all had the idea to like draw each other which is so cute tbh, but like you actually draw him so well and it looks realistic while his on the other hand is literally a stick figure LOL (it’s the thought that counts though)

- He would be such a thoughtful and sweet boyfriend though 🥺, like if you’ve been wanting something for a long time ( like those twice tickets for example) He would def by those tickets for you to go to and he’s just so cute omg 😭

- Or like if you wanted a certain type of filipino meal he would try to make it for you and surprise you with it, he would get all the ingredients and he so serious on cooking the best meal ever, dude turns into Gordon Ramsey for a bit LOL

- Omg i could see y’all just traveling together and getting to learn all these different cultures and customs y’all would have so much fun

- Also I could just see you trying to teach him some french, bc like he thinks the language is so beautiful, and he is so attentive when you teach him and ends calling you little pet names in french

- goth rock might not be his fav but he’s def into listening to it when hes with you, he really doesn’t mind if it means you enjoy it

- canon: one time, he tried to write a romantic poem for you on valentine’s day, and failed horribly 😭 but it was so cute because you could tell he tried hard on it, even though it was adorable and it surely made your heart melt

- Y’all would have the cutest little stay - in date nights omg, I think gene would set everything up, snacks and all. you guys would be like watching your fav tv shows with some of the best cuddles EVER

- But overall y’all would be such a cute couple and i think y’all would get along like so gooddddd 😫 y’all would even each other out so nicely and yalls relationship would be so smooth and steady!!

Thank you again for your request and I hope you like it 🤞🏼💗!!!

[taegularities]

RID 🫶🫶

how are you? hows work? i hope youre enjoying it!

i just finished up all my finals and im finally back home for the summer, like i quite literally got home an hour ago - it is very bittersweet bc i absolutely love college ‼️

i also kinda met someone who was SO similar to me, it was scary (like same sense of humor, same values, same religious povs)🤭 but we both moved back home for the summer and idk i dont think it'll go anywhere, but i do like him quite a bit ‼️ our first date ended up being 5 hours long, we literally just talked about everything and anything 🙏 i hope it goes somewhere, i felt like i should update you since you were present during my tinder phase 💀

AHHH I READ THE NEW C&F PART!!!! oh my god rid. IT WAS SO GOOD ‼️ how are you ever nervous releasing such good fics 🤨 i was so enthralled, i read it within an hr 🤭 the smut.. jungkook being head over heels in love... the PLOT TWIST 🫡 im in love with them, it actually felt like a reward after these last two draining weeks ❤️

i hope you are having an amazing day, please remember to take breaks 🫶

- wife from war anon 💂‍♀️

BABE HI !!! i'm okay, just a lil sick and very tired jfjsjsid i need to be better before work on monday.. which !! i've been enjoying so far! ty for asking 🥺

awh, i hope you have fun back home and then an even lovelier time when you return to college. but considering that little update 👀 i understand why you love college so much 👀 LMAO BABE THAT'S AMAZING ???? after that confusing ass tinder time, you definitely deserve some certainty and comfort. i'm so happy you've found someone who you can vibe with, and i truuuuly freaking hope it leads somewhere, too. i'll be the first one to cheer 🥺

ALSO YAY YOU READ C&F?? yeah, i was nervous af and now i'm just as nervous about the epilogue rip hsjsusue but so nice to hear you enjoyed it and that it was rewarding. jk is a simp fr :') and an hour is a short time for 30k+ hahaha i love you a lot bby :(( 🤍

[oh-katsuki]

your Hanma series actually has me gripping the edge of my seat every single time like whenever y/n is nervous or so in her head my heart starts fucking racing like you’re such an incredible writer im able to actually FEEL everything she’s experiencing as she experiences it

ahhh this is so beyond sweet thank you so so much!!!

i put a lot of care into that fic, more so than i think i have with others, because it's my first time writing within the horror / psychological horror genre. I'm so so happy that its coming across as it's meant to and i hope you enjoy the last three chapters of the series <333

[haerinz]

FAE IM RLLY RLLY RLLY CONFUSED BC I TRIED TO RB UR JUNGWON DRABBLE TWICE BUT IT WONT POST??? LUCKILY I COPIED MY RB SO ILL JUST SEND IT HERE IF THATS OK :((

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WIAT WHAT???? I LITERALLY JUST WROTE A WHOLE ASS CHUNKY PARAGRAPH AND THEN CHECKED AND IT NEVER PUBLISHED??? TUMBLR IM SO MAD AT U RN... .FFS

OKAY ANUWAY IM SO SORRY FAE !!!!! WHATEVER I DID TO U,, I APOLOGISE????? CLEARLY YOURE MAD AT ME BC "you knew he was destined for bigger things and deserved better people." FELT LIKE A PERSONAL A T T A C K ISTG THAT WAS OSOSOSO SAD 😭 WHY WOULD U DO THIS TO US 😭 FIRST FIC and u chose VIOLENCE,,, absolutely unadulterated VIOLENCE??? fml the transition from fluff to angst was SO HEARTBREAKING 😭 BUT HOLY CRAP U DID IT SO SO SEAMLESSLY??? WHICH IS WHY I RLLY ENJOYED THIS BC I SWEAR THE "drifted apart" trope is one of the best things ever??? they're particularly heartbreaking imo bc nothing "dramatic" necessarily happens, and it's always easier to move on when they give you a reason to hate them :((( in this case, pls this drabble made me so sad bc it'd be so hard to move on from someone like that :((( IM CRYING NOW WHY WOULD U DO THIS FAE????? BUT ANYWAYS U SLAYED THAT!!! gosh i loved this so much!!! i feel like ur writing style really shone through; i love the way you focus on emotions and how nothing felt too jarring or out of context hehe. PLS KEEP WRITING BC IM SOSOSOSO EXCITED FOR UR UPCOMING WORKS!!! CAN'T WAIT <33333

btw i love ur writing!!! SAUR EXCITED FOR UR FUTURE WORKS 💖💗💓🥰 fae slay 2022

hi mai mai !! & ofc that’s fine with me <33 i wonder why the rb wouldn’t work though ☹️ omg srsly?!? i wonder what’s up with tumblr ,, help bc web has been crashing on me a lot recently 🥲 ahhh i’m so glad you enjoyed it !! i was so nervous while writing help 😭😭 lol but i’m really happy that you thought it turned out alright 💗💗 hehe help i’m sorry mai 🙈🙈 omg but fr ,, the whole “drifting apart” trope is so heartbreaking but it’s definitely one of my favorites to read 😋 ahh i’m so glad that you could tell, i really wanted to focus on the emotions 🤭 & hopefully i can develop my writing style more over time!! omg srsly tysm for reading & sending me this ask bff 😚🫶 and yes!! i’m definitely planning to write more in the future <33 ilysm & i hope you have a great day/night 💗💗

[moodywyrm]

hi moony!! i'm so sorry for the hate you're getting today. you don't deserve it :(( i just want to say that as a poc i'm very patricular about the fics i read as i can very easily spot when writers are writing for a yt audience and when they're trying to imply whiteness. it's so easy to spot, especially as a poc when i've spent a lifetime reading literature and content made for yt ppl that doesn't include me, which is even bigger of a problem in the fanfic scene. that being said, i NEVER spot those kinds of things while reading your work or catch anything like that. i genuinely don't know what those anons were talking about as you are VERY inclusive with your work. i'm sorry you had to deal with this today and i just hope the rest of your day goes well and gets better after this. love you <3

- 🦇

ahhh thank you for the kindness baby <3 I also have like wy too much experience reading work intended for a white audience, so I try to avoid evoking those feeling for my readers. i'm always really scared that I'll slip or something, and that anon had just made me really nervous

it's just been a very odd day. first an ed blog and now this and I also just realized I forgot to eat and it's 4pm and im so tired, but I still have to be a person bc my best friend should be here in like an hour. shit's rough.

[thecatduet422]

SECOND CHAPTER WAS SO GOOD im foaming at the mouth i love love LOVE the way you’re writing the reader rn, she’s so <3333 !!!!!! also this lore and world building is so immersive and interesting! i’m like fully invested in this and i read both chapters in one sitting, i really liked all the stylistic choices and the ye old words it really was a good touch. i’m also thoroughly in love with the way you characterise bakugou! total heart eyes for him because he’s not just totally mean, you can tell he’s noble and has his soft spots with the little subtleties in your writing and it just makes him all the more attractive ahhh!!! :heart eyes: ALSO ALSO when i tell you i was screaming internally when the reader challenged bakugou to a fight instead, you don’t understand how excited i was for that because i’m SO deprived of kickass readers and she did NOT disappoint, i’m so glad that it turned out as a draw and she relied upon her skills and wits than just pure strength and wasn’t easily overpowered, im totally sold.and the fact that bakugou is considering her???? omg i want more of THEM. so yh im in love with that little fight scene and bakugou and this fic SM and look forward to whatever you come up with next, you did such a good job with this! <333333

Oh, thank you! Thank you, friend! That's super kind of you. I'm glad you like it!

This is my first time coming up with names and cities in a different language. I was super nervous about it, and very worries it was gonna come off cheesy and unnatural. So I'm glad you find the work immersive! That's what I was hoping for lol.

And yesss, I'm having mad fun writing dragon king!bakugou. Love going into what kind of king he would be, also his motivation for the throne, etc.

For me, he's definitely a king of conquest, doesn't give a shit about protocols AT ALL, and also- I feel like he's the type of king that shines in combat, is an excellent commander, but when it comes to actual ruling he's... uncomfortable.

I mean, sitting on a rock and listening to people go on and on about their troubles, expecting him to just magically fix them? Nahhhh, that ain't Kacchan. He definitely feels more comfortable when they're at war (as of now *wink wink*)

And I'm glad you like lady!reader. If youre familiar with GoT, she is definitely inspired by Arya (with Sansa thrown in there as well lol). I love the idea of her House's sigil being a fox, instead the stereotypical Wolf. Lady!reader doesn't put up shit, for sure, but she is definitely more quiet and thoughtful- she *thinks* about things before following through, and uses how people see her to her advantage (small, disarming, etc.)

Can't wait for the next two chapters! Planning for them to be a bit longer, cause that's when we get to the GOOD shit 😎

[aajjks]

Automaniac (I)

Synopsis. His steel made heart wasn’t supposed to beat for you.

pairing(s): yan!cyborg!jk x owner!human fem!reader. ??? X reader

warning. DARK, ANGST, YANDERE, JEALOUSY, robot!koo, FLUFF, ~feels~, POSESSIVE BEHAVIOR. Very dark, OBSESSIVE BEHAVIOUR AND OBSESSION, this is soft?? Ig??

CW: FLUFF, SOFT YANDERE, OBSESSIVE BEHAVIOUR, he compliments you a lot... he’s in love with you, like completely smitten... wow... red flags.... not edited. Written in mixed povs.

[THE ART BELOW IS NOT MINE, belongs to the owner, credited to them.]

important notes. This au is set in 2043 so obviously technology has advanced and robots are able to feel, he has a mechanical heart, his behaviour is just like a human being, he is able to cry too, lol this is fiction, anything can happen 🤷🏻‍♀️ if you’d like to be tagged pls lmk! :dd

note. CAN I JUST SAY HOW PROUD I AM OF THE TITLE NAME?!! IM SO IN LOVE WITH MY SHITTY BRAINNNN!!!! WOHOOOOO MY SECOND SERIES!!!! IM SO EXCITED YET NERVOUS FOR THIS NGL... I mean this genre is pretty difficult for me because it’s sci-fi... so go easy on me... it’s as always yandere and tbh guys?? This fic is literally my worst nightmare... don’t ask why but robots creep the fuck out of me... I really hope he’ll be able to make a smol place in ur heart. FEEDBACK IS NEEDED DESPERATELY. Please share your thoughts ENJOY! Enjoy your robot!koo ;) EEEK MY FIRST EVER SERIESSSS SHHHHHH AHHH!!!

EDIT: DAMNNNN GUYS LOOK AT THE HEADER @kithtaehyung MADE FOR ME!!!?~~ AHHHG RYEN IM ACTUALLY FUCKING AMAZEDDDD PLS— HE LOOKS LIKE A LITERAL CYBORG AHHH IM OBSESSED. YOU REALLY EXCEEDED MY EXPECTATIONS! I’m totally in luv with this. TYSM PLS! you’re amazing!

So... jk is a mix between a robot and a cyborg, ;) I love how this all doesn’t make sense at all. But lol please give this a chance. Have a Rose 🌹 ENJOY!

Masterlist.

The world had advanced.

It was 2043 and the world depended on A.I. And you were no exception.

“Noona, it is time for you to get ready, you have a meeting with DR. L/N.” Your robot, JK-97 reminds you as you inhale deeply and watch him sit down next to you with a steaming mug of coffee in his hands. “I know, jungkook.” Jungkook, The robot, stares at your face, his eyes shiny, full of light, his lips pressed together in a straight line.

“Noona, you look tired.” He speaks up as he passes you your mug. “An average human should get 8 hours of sleep.” You look back at him and smile at his innocent face. He was quick to mimic the expression and smiled back at you. “You’re so caring, JK.” You compliment the now, blushing boy. Your eyes widened with shock.

It was scary that how much technology had advanced. Robots were now no different than humans. It was terrifying sometimes. Truly. Jungkook coming into your life was unplanned.

Your robot was a gift from your father for your twentieth birthday. JK-97, your fathers biggest creation yet. It had been now four years since jungkook came into your life. And it was safe to say that you were used to him being your only companion. “Noona. My senses indicate that you’re thinking about something. Your body language tells me you’re nervous.”

And he was right, as always.

“Hmm... yeah... I am nervous I guess? I mean my father rarely asks me to come to his lab...” you played with the mug as you took a sip of the steaming coffee. “Noona?” You sigh, Jungkook stares back at you with intensity, the sudden change in his demeanour making you nervous. “Yes... JK?”

It was like you two were having an eye contact competition when you raised your eyebrows at him. “You don’t have to be nervous. I’m here with you.” Jungkook raises his right hand and takes your left hand in his. “Always.” Jungkooks eyes never leave your face, his “iron” like grip tightening around your hand when the moment is interrupted by the buzzing sound of an alarm bell.

Coming from him.

“JK! Your heart beats rising.” And the robot just stares at you with an unreadable look in his eyes. The default colour of his eyes changing to red.

...weird. Maybe this could be a minor glitch?

“JUNGKOOK! Calm down, sweetheart..” but no use, his heart beat only rises. You look at him with concern while making his “heart” thump rapidly.

His mind was starting to glitch. Only pictures of you surrounding the robot’s processor.

His owner Y/N.

Jungkook could never ever disobey you.

You were his owner, his everything. He was made for you, only you. He was created to be used by you, he was made to serve you, his purpose was to always be with you, no matter what.

“JK, will you be fine, sweetheart? I have to go now. I’ll be back in a few hours!” You were hesitant, Jungkook could tell, his eyes observed you. “Noona, you look so pretty.” Jungkook responds to your question with a completely different answer. The cyborg was distracted with you.

“Thank you, Jungkook! Don’t forget to charge yourself unlike last time!” You instructed him and he nodded, pouting his lips. “Noona... do you really have to go?”

Jungkooks system was given a newer update so it was obvious that he had learned about numerous things, including more human facial expressions. “Yes, kook, it is important. I don’t know but I’ll be back, soon.” You smiled as you blew the pouting man a kiss.

“This expression suits you a lot, you look cute.” You compliment him, giggling at his unusual cute expressions.

And Jungkook felt like his CPU malfunctioned for a bit. “Noona, you think I’m cute?” He gets up from the bed as he walks towards you, his orbs glowing, almost.

“Um... JK Your update is definitely more advanced than before..” you laugh and jungkook can swear that he feels something flutter inside him.

“You have the most melodious laugh ever, Y/N noona..” he is careful with the choice of his words. “Can you smile please, Noona?” Jungkook asks you. You raise your eyebrow at him but listen to him.

Jungkook captures the sight inside his eyes, by only blinking twice. “You’re too beautiful Noona.” He compliments unknowningly, busy admiring the image, not noticing your exit.

As Jungkook snaps back to reality, he finds himself alone in your room. “Y/N noona is gone.” His face falls, suddenly feeling sad. He walks towards the charging area and quickly connects himself to power.

He closes his eyes and settles on the seat. As the cyborg starts to view your countless pictures in his memory, he feels a weird overwhelming vibration inside his metal chest.

Oh, how he could stare at you forever. He could, if only you’d allow him to... Jungkook considered himself the luckiest robot ever made. He feels very thankful to your father for creating him for you.

His Y/N... he was your Jungkook, only made for you. The robot felt a strong sense of emotion towards you. It felt a lot stronger... noticeably since his latest update.

His senses of feelings were improving a lot.

The feelings that he felt for you. “JK loves Y/N noona. Very much.”

Walking towards your father’s lab, you feel confused. He never really called you to his work place, unless...

He made a new creation. And the last time you visited the lab was four years ago, when JK-97 aka Jungkook came into your life. But... you did not feel excited this time.

You just weren’t feeling good.

This time, you were feeling like your life was going to be turned around forever...and boy in a good way. You closed your eyes and inhaled. No.. you’re probably overthinking.

It was going to be good, right? Your instincts were strong but you had to let go of the paranoia settling in your mind. Exhaling, you knocked on the door in front of your eyes.

“Dad! I’m here!”

[tobesolonely]

kindergarten teachers

summary: teacher!harry and coworker y/n have a hard time coming to terms with their feelings for each other

a/n: ahhh she’s finally done! i’ve been working on this fic for sooo long and i hope u all like it! big thanks to @queencharry​ for helping me when i got stuck and beta reading, and @behindthatbabyface​ for beta reading as well and giving me feedback!! i appreciate u both <3 enjoy ~11.3k words of some mutual pining and teacher!h interacting with lil kindergarteners 🥺also i am sorry if theres any major grammar mistakes (as always) or crazy typos, i always miss some things when i go back and proofread that im sure i’ll catch later! thank u

warnings: smut, mentions of alcohol 

talk to me about harry and y/n! let me know your thoughts!!

my ko-fi! thank you :)

From the time you were very young, you knew you wanted to be a teacher. One of your earliest childhood memories was going to school dressed up as one for career day. Your usually untamed hair was pulled back into a sleek bun (courtesy of your mother), and you donned a funky baby-pink sweater. For bottoms, you wore the closest thing to a pencil skirt you had in your five-year-old wardrobe. When you look back on the photographs your mother took of you that day, you did not resemble a teacher in any way. You were sure if you had not done your Career Day presentation in front of the whole class, no one would have even known who you were dressed up as.

Once you moved onto college and declared Education as a major, that was when people really started to let you hear their opinions on the career path you wanted to pursue. It seemed like whenever you went home for a holiday, relatives were always in your ear saying, “You know teachers don’t make a lot of money, right? Have you ever considered something in the sciences?”. You always responded, “I know, but what would the world do without teachers?”.

Eventually, you finished your undergraduate career, successfully completed student teaching with the highest praise from your superiors and colleagues, obtained your teaching credentials, and even went back to school to get your Master’s degree. So, it was much to everyone’s surprise when you settled on being a Kindergarten teacher. People assumed that because you completed so much schooling, you wanted to be a university professor. However, the thought never even crossed your mind. You always thought Kindergarten teachers were the most impressionable people out there and knew you wanted to be one.

To you, there was no greater responsibility than that of a Kindergarten teacher. It was your responsibility to teach your students reading, writing, art, and music at the most basic level. You showed them how to play with others, how to be kind, and give them the tools necessary to succeed once they leave your classroom. You were the first teacher your students ever had, so you needed to make them fall in love with school instead of hate it, considering they’d have to stick to it until they were at least eighteen. 

You’ve been a credentialed Kindergarten teacher for the last three years, and you’ve loved every moment of it. You were one of the younger teachers at school, but you never felt left out. Your colleagues were amazing people who often shared tips and tricks they wish they knew when they first started teaching.

Now, you were groggily unlocking the door to your classroom, feeling those first-day-of-school jitters you always felt. You knew kindergarteners weren’t there to harshly critique you. Still, you wanted them to go home and tell their parents about how excited they were to have you as a teacher, not run home in tears. That never happened, of course, but you didn’t want to take any chances. You drop your keys and mutter a quiet, “Shit!” setting your travel mug filled with coffee on the ground and readjust the box of donuts you had for your kids on your hip. As you reach for your keys, you hear a deep voice ask if you need help. You quickly turn around, eyes wide from being startled.

“Oh! You scared me,” you place your free hand over your chest. “But yeah, actually, that’d be great. I’m struggling to get my door open.” The man nods, his own keys he wore around his neck jangling as he retrieves first your keys, then your coffee mug.

“I’m Harry– Mr. Styles, if you want,” he holds your keys out for you to take, your coffee mug still in his large hands. “Uh, I’m the new Kindergarten teacher.” You give him a confused look and trade the box of donuts in your arms for your keys, opening the door. “The last one, Mrs. Brown, I think it was, I guess she decided a few weeks back that she wanted to retire.” You get your door open and walk inside your classroom, turning on the lights. It was a little stuffy, considering you hadn’t been there to open any windows in about a month.

“Oh, that’s right! Welcome,” you give him a warm smile. “I’m Y/N– Miss Y/L/N if you want.” A slight blush appears on his cheeks. “We’re gonna be working together then, it seems. Don’t get me wrong, I loved Mrs. Brown, but it’ll be nice to collaborate with someone closer to my age, you know?” Harry nods, and you realize he still had your coffee mug and box of donuts in his hands. “You can just set that on my desk, thanks for helping out. Would you like a donut?”

“Um, I- it’s okay,” he stammers, setting the items down. “Sorry, it’s just that I’ll probably crash if I have a donut first thing in the mornin’.” You smile at him and move to open all your windows and the back door, wanting the stuffy classroom to air out a bit before the children got here. 

“I totally get that,” you giggle, walking back over to your desk. “Are you excited about the first day? I always get a little nervous. I also talk a lot when I’m nervous, I’m sure you caught onto that.” 

For the first time that morning, Harry laughs. “Yeah, I’m nervous, too. ’ve never taught in the States before, so this is a bit new to me.” He’s playing with the keys hanging from his lanyard. 

“I noticed you had an accent, but I didn’t know if it was weird to ask about it. What brings you to California?” You open the box of donuts and take one out, wanting to eat it before it gets cold, and the glaze hardens.

“Uh, I went to University here, but when I graduated, I decided to go back home and teach for a couple of years. I really missed being here though and wanted to come back, so I got my credentials, and uh, here I am,” he tells you with a grin, and you notice he has deep dimples. 

“Well, we’re glad you’re here,” you tell him earnestly. “The kids are just gonna love your accent, too!” you joke and Harry laughs for the second time that day. 

“If all else fails, ’m hopin’ to charm everyone over with my accent,” he stares at you for a moment before speaking again. “Well, I better finish getting situated. It’s fifteen til, and I reckon the children will be arriving soon, yeah?” He asks. You nod. 

“Best to be waiting at parent drop-off too, there are always a few parents that are just as nervous as their babies, if not more, and could use a quick pep talk.”

“Thanks for lettin’ me know. I was thinking about standing out there anyway, just to make a good first impression.” You take another bite of your donut, giving him a thumbs up. 

“You’ve got this, Harry. I know you’re not completely clueless since you’ve taught before, but I know the first day can be a little intimidating. You know where I am if you need anything.” He gives you a grateful smile, quietly thanking you before turning to walk out the door. You’re left thinking about your new coworker, only being pulled from your thoughts of him when the first bell rings.

“Good morning everyone, my name is Miss Y/L/N. Are you all excited to get this school year started?” A chorus of high-pitched yeses fills the room, and you smile warmly at your class. “I’m so excited that you’re all here! I have a little surprise for each of you!” You grab the box of donuts and walk back to the rug in the center of the room that the children usually sat on for storytime. Little gasps fill your ears, and they all say, “Donuts!” and “Yummy!”. You smile at the kids again, already feeling overwhelmed with how adorable they were. 

“We all get a donut?” one little girl asks, her eyes wide. You nod at her.

“Of course! Everyone will get a donut, sweetie.” You move to get the plastic food gloves you kept so you can safely hand out a donut to everyone. “Okay guys, I’m going to pass a stack of napkins around the room. Take one and pass the stack to the person sitting next to you. Does that make sense?” All the students nod their heads in confirmation, so you grab a stack and hand them to the child sitting closest to you. “Once the last person has their napkin, let me know, and then it’ll be donut time!” You say this over-enthusiastically, and the children squirm in their seats in excitement.

As you go around handing out donuts to each of your students, you learn their names and ask them to tell you one fun fact about them. Most children say things like, “I have a brother/sister!” or “I can run really fast!”, and you find it absolutely adorable. One thing you loved the most about teaching five-year-olds was their ability to think everything was cool. It was comforting to know that no matter what you did, they’d find you cool, and your first-day jitters quickly dissipated. As the children eat their donuts, you read them a story, putting on different voices for all the various characters. You show them how to raise their hand when they have something they’d like to share and remind them to use their “listening ears” when you or one of their classmates are speaking.

When it’s time for recess, you show them how to line up quietly at the door, and assign a line leader and a hall monitor. You remind the children that they will all get a turn at these tasks eventually because it’ll switch every week, and not to worry. As you’re walking down the hall backward (one of your teachers walks that you’d finally perfected), you hear Harry’s voice.

“Okay Room Ten, we’re gonna go out to the playground now, where you all will get to play every recess and lunch. That sounds like fun, doesn’t it?” He asks them, and you hear little voices chattering out to him in excitement. You can’t help but peek into his classroom as you walked by, as his door was open. He didn’t see you because he was busy organizing his class into a straight line, so you keep going. Your class, who, much to your surprise, was walking very quietly, got loud once they saw the Kindergarten play area had a slide and monkey bars.

“We get to play on this?” one of your students, Destiny, questions. 

“Yup! This is a pretty cool play area, isn’t it?” They nod and stare at you, waiting for direction. “Oh, you can all go play and run around, get some of that energy out. When the bell rings, though, I want you to listen to the yard teachers because they’re gonna help get you all lined back up so we can go back inside. Deal?” The children give you nods and thumbs up, and you grin at them, telling them to have fun and be nice to one another. As you’re turning to go to the teacher’s lounge to refill your mug of coffee, you see Harry walking down the hallway with his class, and decide to wait for him. He gives his class the same spiel you gave yours and tells them to “Treat each other with kindness” before noticing you waiting for him.

“Hey,” he gives you a grin, looking far more relaxed than he did when you saw him earlier that morning. “How’s it going so far?”

“It’s great,” you reply, leading him in the direction of the teacher’s lounge. “They’re all adorable.”

“Yeah, don’t know what I was so nervous fo’. They’re great. Also, you’re right,” Harry has an amused look on his face. “The first thirty minutes of ’em bein’ there was just them askin’ me to say things because they think I sound funny.” 

“I told you!” you exclaim, laughing at him. “A British accent is definitely not something we hear every day, not here at least.”

“I figured,” he replies, and silence falls between you. “Where are we going, by the way?”

You stop in front of a blue door and sift through the keys on your lanyard, finally finding the one you were looking for. “Teacher’s lounge. Have you had the chance to check it out yet?” He shakes his head, and you pull open the door after having unlocked it. “After you.” He shakes his head and steps back, signaling you go ahead of him. You quirk an eyebrow at him, and he gives you a defensive look.

“What? ‘M a gentleman. Ladies first,” he insists, holding the door open. You walk inside the room, trying to refrain from rolling your eyes. There aren’t many teachers in the lounge. You figure they all must be in their classrooms, trying to do some last-minute organization and lesson planning amidst the first day of school chaos. However, a few colleagues that you’re rather fond of are in the room, so you take it upon yourself to introduce them to Harry.

“Hello everyone, I hope you’re all having a relaxing morning!” They chuckle lightly at your sarcasm. “I’d like you all to meet Mr. Harry Styles. He’s the new Kindergarten teacher that took Mrs. Brown’s place.” A look of realization washes over all three teachers’ faces, and they warmly greet him. Harry goes around, shaking each of their hands, voice dripping with charm.

“Lovely to meet you all. Looking forward to collaborating,” he tells them quietly. They begin engaging in polite conversation, so you leave Harry’s side, walking over to the coffee station to get what you came for before recess was over. He joins you shortly after, grabbing a disposable cup. “They were a nice bunch.” He mutters, pouring the steaming coffee into his cup. You hum in agreement.

“Everyone here is nice. The lounge is usually much more crowded than this. Everyone else must be in their rooms,” you flick your wrist up to check the time. “We got some time to sit down and breathe for a bit if you’d like? Unless you wanted to get back to your room.”

“‘M in no rush, trust me,” he tells you, flashing you a small smile. “Let’s take a seat.” Harry walks over to an unoccupied couch and sits down slowly, taking care not to spill his coffee. 

“You didn’t want a lid?” you question when you see him struggling. He shrugs.

“Not necessary. Jus’ some extra plastic,” you hum and look down at your lap. You were quickly learning that Harry was not a big talker, and he liked to get his point across in as few words as possible. Him being a Kindergarten teacher contradicted heavily with his rather bashful demeanor, but that just made him all the more endearing to you.

“Do you live nearby, or is your commute long?” you ask him after a few moments of silence. As soon as you ask the question, you internally cringe, feeling like it was too invasive. If Harry thought the question was weird, he doesn’t show it.

“I live in town. I actually walked here today, believe it or not,” he tells you with a chuckle. “Was such a beautiful morning that I figured I should.” Every time you think Harry can’t possibly get any more captivating, he does, and you find yourself biting back a smile.

“How long is your walk?” You cross your legs and then uncross them, a nervous habit that you had. Harry takes a sip of coffee, mulling your question over.

“I’d say it took me about twenty minutes. I was walkin’ at a pretty leisurely pace, though,” Harry shrugs. “How about you? Do you live nearby?”

“I also live in town, but I’m way too lazy to walk, so props to you,” you smile. “The best thing about living around here is seeing your kids out in public. It’s the cutest thing.” Harry smiles, not saying anything else. A silence falls over the two of you again but instead of feeling the need to fill it, you just sit beside him, drinking your coffee. Your mind wanders off to what you were going to do for the rest of the school day, if you had enough groceries in your apartment for dinner or if you should go grocery shopping after work, and if you remembered to pay your bills on time. The bell rings to signify the end of recess, and you jump slightly.

“Ready to go back?” Harry asks, standing up and walking back over to the coffee station. “Think’m gonna get a bit more.” You go to stand by the door, waiting for him to pour another cup of coffee. He quickly rejoins you, and the coffee sloshes a bit, some getting on his hand, but he doesn’t seem to notice. “Hope those lil’ buggers got some of their energy out.”

“Right! Mine was even more hyper than they probably would’ve been ’cause I gave them those donuts this morning,” you laugh. “So, for my sake, I hope so too.” When you and Harry arrive back at the Kindergarten play area, your classes are already lined up quietly awaiting instruction, thanks to the yard teachers. You and Harry both thank them and move to stand in front of your kids. 

“Miss Y/L/N,” one of your children calls out from the back of the line. “Can we get more donuts when we go back inside?” You see Harry smile out of the corner of your eye as he’s giving instruction to his class.

“There are no more donuts, you guys ate them all! I have something even cooler than donuts planned for us, though, okay? Now, remember what I told you all about walking quietly, right? Mr. Line Leader, how does your line look? Do you think we’re all set to go back inside?” The child you appointed line leader turns around to look at everyone, occasionally shushing some people. After a few moments, he turns back to you, giving you a thumbs up. 

Harry moves to stand beside you, leaning down to whisper in your ear. “Wanna eat lunch together and do some planning? I feel like it would be a good idea for us to be teachin’ the same things, more or less.” Your body feels warm all over, and you just look at him and nod, not trusting yourself to speak. Harry smiles and places a hand on your shoulder. At a normal volume, he says, “See you then, Miss Y/L/N.” 

Upon entering Harry’s room, you’re immediately met with the scent of vanilla and the loud hum of the air conditioning. It was bright, adorably decorated, and surprisingly decluttered. It was the polar opposite of your room, and you found it very welcoming and comforting. “Nice set-up you’ve got going on in here,” you tell him. He jumps in his seat at his desk, not having heard you come in.

“Fucks sake,” he mumbles, face going red. “You scared me. Thanks, though. My sister helped me decorate, I don’t really have an eye for this type of stuff.” He rubs the back of his neck, sheepishly. 

“Well, if you ever need any help decorating for back to school and your sister isn’t around, I’d be more than happy to help.” Harry smiles and suddenly gets up from his chair, offering it to you.

“Please, take my seat. I’ll just sit in one of the kids’ chairs,” he rolls it towards you, and you shake your head, about to object, but he interrupts you. “It’s okay, Y/N. Their chairs aren’t that bad.” You take the seat Harry was just in, mumbling a quiet thank you. He hums and pulls a tiny chair up beside you, legs scraping loudly across the floor. When he sits down in it, you can’t but burst out laughing.

“Harry, that chair is so tiny! Are you sure you don’t want me to sit there instead? You look so uncomfortable,” you tell him in between laughs. “This is your classroom, after all, I’m just a guest.” Harry shakes his head, cheeks flushed.

“It’s okay, Y/N, really. ‘M perfectly comfortable in this lil’ miniature chair,” he looks at the lunch bag you sat on his desk. “What’s for lunch?” You reach for your sack and unzip it, pulling out a pre-packaged salad from Trader Joe’s.

“I’m very lazy when it comes to packing my lunches,” you admit sheepishly, pulling out a fork. “How about you? Did you eat already?”

“Oh yeah, I had a green smoothie. Not a big lunch guy,” he replies calmly. “Wanna get started with planning? I think we only have about thirty minutes left.” He looks down at his watch to confirm the time. Harry opens his planner, and you see pages filled with his neat, blocky scrawl. He jumps right into talking about the ideas he had in mind, excitement filling his voice that you haven’t yet heard. 

The passion and enthusiasm he has for teaching are evident through the way he tells you about the activities he has planned, new materials and teaching methods he wants to try implementing, and things he’s tried before that didn’t work out the way he wanted them to. He asks you for your advice and listens intently when you speak, jotting down notes.

You find yourself having to mentally remind yourself not to stare at him. He was a handsome man– there was no denying that. He had curly brown hair, soft and wild-looking, the most beautiful green eyes you’d ever seen, and arms covered in tattoos. You also noticed he had the tiniest cross on his left hand. You wanted to ask him about it, but you figured that was a conversation for another time. 

“Y/N? Did you hear what I just said,” Harry asks, giving you a concerned look. “Are you alright? I think you just zoned out for a couple minutes or somethin’.” You nod quickly, feeling your palms growing sweaty.

“Oh yeah, sorry, I was just thinking about something I have to do later. What did you just say?” You play off how you were just wholly drooling over your new coworker, feeling scrutinized under his piercing gaze.

“Jus’ got an email from the principal. Said we have a faculty meetin’ after school at three. Wanna go together?” He asks. You know Harry’s asking you to accompany him primarily because you’re the only person he really knows so far. However, it still makes you feel warm and special. “He said we’re gonna go over some planning for the Fall Festival. What’s that?”

“Oh, it’s just the back-to-school festival. It’s adorable,” you explain. “It’s like a mini carnival that we have right here on the playground. Every year they have teachers host booths. It’s a great way to get to meet your kids’ parents and bond with the other faculty.” Harry nods, standing up from the tiny chair right as the bell signifying the end of lunch rings.

“That sounds lovely,” he chirps, smiling down at you. “We’re gonna have the best booth out of everyone Y/N, trust me.” He jokes, the corner of his eyes crinkling. This was the most Harry had talked since you met him that morning and you were enjoying witnessing him open up to you more and more with each conversation shared.

“It is,” you stand up as well, gathering your trash and empty lunch pail. “Thanks for having me, Harry. Next time we can meet in my room. I wouldn’t mind making this a daily thing.” As soon as the words came out of your mouth, you physically wince, figuring Harry had to think you were obsessed with him at this point. He looks down, the corners of his mouth upturned when he makes eye contact with you again.

“I’d like that, Y/N. I’ll actually start bringin’ a proper lunch, so you’re not the only one eating,” you smile. “I’ll meet you in your room after school?” You nod in confirmation, walking out the door in front of him. 

“See ya later.”

“Did everyone have a good day today?” You ask your class, walking backward to the dismissal gate. You’re met with a chorus of cheerful sounding ‘yeses,’ and you place your hand over your heart in a dramatic fashion. “That makes me so happy, everyone! You’re all incredible little people, and I think we’re gonna have a fantastic year. What do you guys think?” The children chatter excitedly, glad to have made it through their first day of school and see their parents on the other side of the gate eagerly awaiting them, cell phones snapping pictures. 

Harry’s already at the gate, waiting for the bell to ring so he can dismiss his class. He’s walking down the line asking each of the children if they see who they’re supposed to go home with, crouching down to their height so they can point them out to him. Some children in his class look a little upset because they don’t see their parents yet. Harry quickly consoles them, telling them they can all play a fun game together while they wait for their ‘Mummies and Daddies.’

You do the same with your kids, and by the time the bell rings and you finish dismissing the ones who saw someone there to pick them up, there was one child from your class who was still waiting and two from Harry’s. He walks over to you, one of their tiny hands in each of his. The boy looks unbothered, but the girl was beginning to cry.

“Hey, Ava, should we ask Miss Y/L/N and her friend if they want to play iSpy with us? The more, the merrier, isn’t that right?” He looks down at her, and she nods, looking down. You figure she’s one of his more shy students he was telling you about earlier.

“Hi, sweetie! I’m Miss Y/L/N, are you waiting for your mom or dad?” She nods, biting her lip. You turn and gesture to your one student who was waiting as well. “Well, so is she! Don’t worry, they’ll be here.”

“I’m Matthew,” the little boy holding Harry’s other hand informs you, shifting from foot to foot. You give him a big smile.

“Hello, Matthew! I love your Spiderman shirt; he’s just the coolest. Jade, do you want to introduce yourself to Mr. Styles, Ava, and Matthew? Remember when we learned about introductions today in class? When you got to introduce yourself to all your classmates?”

Jade nods, a big, toothy grin on her face. “Hi! My name is Jade, and I am five-years-old but my birthday is September 19th, so I’m actually almost six-years-old,” she tells them matter-of-factly. “It’s very nice to meet you!” She adds, remembering the script you gave them earlier. Harry looks down at her, an impressed look on his face.

“Well, it is very lovely to meet you too, Jade! Do we all know how to play iSpy?” Jade and Matthew shout in excitement, but Ava just grips tighter onto Harry’s hand. He looks down at her again. “Do y’ want Miss Y/L/N and I to show you how to play, Ava?” His voice is very quiet, slow, and soothing. She nods, letting go of his hand.

“Well Ava,” you say, looking around for something to start the game out with. “I would say, “I spy with my little eye something green. Then you, Mr. Styles, Matthew, and Jade, would have to look around and name out everything that’s green. If you name something and it’s not it, then I will tell you nope, and you can try again, but if you figure it out, then you’re the winner! Does that make sense?”

She nods, and you see a gleam of excitement in her eyes. “Can I go first?” She asks quietly. You tell her, yes, and she looks around quickly, trying to find something to say. “I spy with my little eye something blue!” She has a triumphant smile on her face, and even though you immediately know she’s talking about the sky and you’re sure Harry does too, you both decide to take a step back and let the children take the game into their own hands.

“Y’know, that lil’ introduction Jade gave was really somethin’. I didn’t even think about teachin’ my kids that. Think I’ll try that out tomorrow,” Harry whispers, craning his neck slightly to be at your ear. You shiver at the feeling of his warm breath against your skin. 

“Yeah, I feel like that’s always a good first day of school activity for them to do. A lot of them have never really been exposed to people outside of their immediate family, so they’re not too sure how to talk to others.” Harry hums, standing back up straight.

“Mr. Styles,” Matthew calls, running over to Harry. “My mommy is here. Can I go now?” Harry nods, telling Matthew to wait for him so he can say hi to his mother. You watch as he walks away, overhearing as he tells the boy’s mother what a great job he did today and how he’s so excited to go through this school year with him in his class. Ten minutes later, Jade and Ava are gone as well, and Harry locks the dismissal gate. 

“I forgot how exhausting the first day could be,” he tells you, letting out a quiet sigh. “Ready to go to that meeting, though? It’s just about three.” You check your watch and see the time read at 2:57 PM.

“Yeah, just let me grab my bag, and we can head over there. I’m really hoping this won’t take too long; I was planning on going grocery shopping after this,” you walk down the hall towards your classroom and feel Harry’s gaze on you.

“Where do you like to go grocery shopping?” he asks after a few moments of silence. “I need to pick up some groceries this week, too. ’ve been eatin’ takeout for the past week, and I’m starting to feel like shit.” You laugh, unlocking your door. Harry stands outside, holding it open while you grab your purse and lunch bag.

“Honestly, I don’t have a preference. I switch it up a lot,” you shrug, making sure all the windows are closed before walking out. “Was there something, in particular, you were looking for?”

“Uh,” Harry scratches the back of his head. “No? Maybe you could text me a list of all your favorite stores, though. Jus’ so I won’t forget.”

You quirk an eyebrow at him, ignoring how fast your heart was beating. “Are you asking for my number, Mr. Styles?”

“I guess I am,” he replies nonchalantly. “We’re gonna be workin’ together a lot. Might as well have your number– if that’s okay, I mean.” He looks down at you.

“Yeah, remind me after the meeting,” you tell him, trying your hardest to play it cool. “Don’t let me forget.”

“Trust me, I won’t.”

“So Y/N and Harry, you two will be in charge of the pumpkin decorating booth? Is that right?” The principal looks down at his notes and then shifts his gaze between the both of you. You both nod.

“Yeah, I’m excited! I think it’ll be a lot of fun,” you reply excitedly. “We can go to the craft store and get a bunch of paints, but where do you think the best place to get the pumpkins would be?” You pull out your planner, ready to jot down any suggestions.

“You two could try going to a pumpkin patch? They’re starting to pop-up around town,” one teacher suggests. “I’m sure if you purchased a bunch and told them it was for a school event, we could get some kind of deal.” The rest of the faculty buzzes in agreement.

“Y/N and Harry, could you get to a pumpkin patch sometimes this week and see if they can give us an estimate of how much it would cost? Then I could let the PTA know.” You and Harry confirm that it will be possible to do sometime this week, and the meeting continues on.

By the time you’re finally free to leave the meeting, it’s already growing dark outside. Harry’s hands are shoved in his pockets, and he’s looking down at his feet. “So–”

“Do you want–”

You both stop, laughing awkwardly. “You go first.” you tighten the grip on your purse.

“Uh, I was jus’ gonna ask if I could get your number now. Yanno, so we can plan when we’re gonna go get all the stuff for our booth? And you still gotta tell me what your favorite grocery stores are,” he has a playful look in his eyes. For the thousandth time that day, your hands become clammy. There was just something about every interaction you had with him that made you so nervous. 

“Oh yeah,” you answer coolly, digging in your purse for your phone. “Just text your number, so I have it.” You hand him his phone, and he stops dead in his tracks, a look of concentration on his face. 

“I can’t walk and be on the phone at the same time,” he mutters when he looks back up and realizes you were watching him the whole time. “I don’t know how people do it.” He hands you back your phone. “What were y’ gonna ask me?”

“I was just um, I was gonna ask if you wanted me to give you a ride home? I mean, since you walked to work today and it’ll be dark soon,” talking to Harry made you feel like a nervous school girl interacting with her first crush, and you hated that feeling.

“I couldn’t ask you to do that–”

“It’s no bother, really,” you cut him off, and you realize you sound a little eager, but at that point, you didn’t even care. “I’m sure we don’t live too far from each other.” Harry looks slightly unsure but nods, and you let out a breath you didn’t even know you were holding.

“If you’re sure, Y/N. I appreciate it, I owe you one,” he’s following behind you to the teacher parking lot. You silently pray your car isn’t messy inside like it usually is as you approach it. You decide to pick up your pace and walk ahead of him, telling yourself if the passenger side was messy, you’d just quickly throw everything in the back. “Heyyyy, why’re you walkin’ so fast? Are you sure you’ve got the time to take me home?” He takes a few big strides and quickly catches up with your hurried, tiny ones.

“Yeah, of course, I have time,” you respond, unlocking your car as you approach it. “If it’s messy, then just ignore it.” you preface, honestly not remembering the state in which you left your car this morning when you walked into work.

“Don’t worry about it. You should see mine,” Harry jokes, and it immediately puts you at ease. As you’re about to open your door, Harry quickly rushes to your side, opening it himself. “Let me.” 

His hand rests over yours, and you quickly pull it away, your body heating up. “Harry, I’m already right here. I can open my own car door.” 

“I know you can. But I’m a gentle—“ 

“You’re a gentleman, I know,” you playfully roll your eyes and take a step back, allowing Harry to open your car door all the way. You couldn’t lie and say you weren’t flattered and honestly a little bit turned on. He flashes you a smile as you situate yourself behind the wheel of the car and makes sure you’re all the way in before slamming it shut. You see him lightly jog around to the passenger side, and soon enough, he’s beside you, your car immediately starting to smell like his cologne. 

“What music do you like to listen to?” Harry asks, pulling his phone out of his pocket. 

“You ask me a lot of random questions, Harry,” you reply, looking behind you as you slowly back out. 

“Is it a crime to wanna get to know my new coworker?” you can hear a smile in his voice. “C’mon. What’s your favorite music to listen to?” 

You shrug, looking both ways before exiting the parking lot. “Where do you live?” 

“I don’t know my address yet. Just take a left at this light coming up. Favorite music?” Out of the corner of his eye, you see him scrolling through his music library. 

“You don’t know your address yet?” 

“No. I’ll play something random,” he says, tapping his hand on his knee. “You can take a right at that stop sign up there.” You put on your blinker and glance over your shoulder before switching lanes. Harry quickly pairs his phone with your Bluetooth, and a song you’re unfamiliar with blares through your speakers. Neither one of you says anything else, only speaking to each other when he’s giving you directions to his house, and you’re confirming what he said.

After two more songs, Harry says, “S’right up here.” He’s led you to a beautiful apartment complex— one you were looking at when you were moving out of your parent’s home but just couldn’t afford as a new graduate. You expertly parallel park and then turn the car off, a silence falling between the two of you.

“This is a nice complex,” you tell him after a moment. “Really close to school. I see why you opted to walk to work today.” 

“Mhm,” he hums. His seatbelt is still fastened. “I understand if you’re busy, but did you wanna come in?” You raise an eyebrow at him, and he quickly backtracks. “I mean— it’s just— remember the activity you taught your kids today? About introductions? Jus’ wanted to know if you could walk me through it, that’s all.” 

“Oh. Well yeah, I can hang out for a bit.” You unbuckle your seatbelt and reach in the backseat for your purse that you threw haphazardly over your shoulder earlier. 

“Will your boyfriend be okay with you coming in, though?” He’s chewing on the inside of his cheek.

“What makes you think I have a boyfriend?” You’re slightly taken aback and oddly flattered that he thought you were in a relationship.

“I dunno,” his face grows red. “You got all weird when I opened doors for ya. Figured you had a boyfriend.”

“I don’t.”

“Cool.” More silence falls, this time an awkward one.

“Should we go inside now?” you unlock the doors, quickly getting out of the car. Harry follows behind you and waits for you to walk onto the sidewalk before going up the walkway.

“How close do you live to me?” Harry asks, punching in his gate code. He pulls the gate open and gestures for you to go ahead of him. You decide not to comment on it this time.

“A couple blocks away. I could probably walk over here if I was in the mood to,” Harry shuts the gate behind you and walks over to the first set of stairs, taking them two at a time. “I was interested in this complex when I was moving out of my parents’ but I settled on something else.” He hums, stopping in front of the first door at the top of the stairs. There’s a brown ‘Welcome!’ mat outside his door, along with a few potted plants.

“Here we are,” he looks over his shoulder as if he’s checking if you’re still there. “Excuse the boxes. ‘M not done unpacking yet.” He pushes open the door and steps in, quickly turning on the light. You’re met with the same sweet scent of vanilla that’s in his classroom. Considering he was in the process of unpacking, his apartment was reasonably tidy.

“It looks good in here,” your heart felt like it was going to beat out of your chest. You were in your coworker’s house that you just met that day, and you could already feel yourself developing a crush on him. There was obviously no way you’d let this relationship progress past anything strictly professional, but that didn’t mean you weren’t allowed to admire his beauty.

“Thanks,” he gives you a smile, relief washing over his face. “You can set your bag down if you want. Take a seat, make yourself at home.” He leaves the room, and you hear him rattling around in the kitchen. “Can I get you anything to drink? Wine? Coffee? Tea?”

“Coffee sounds great,” you reply. You set your purse down on his coffee table and sit on the edge of his couch, inspecting his living room closer. There were two books on the table, both flipped upside down as a way to mark his page. There were a few more plants inside, similar to the ones in front of his door. There was a framed picture of him with two beautiful women you assumed to be his mother and sister. Harry comes back into the room a few minutes later, two steaming cups of black coffee in hand.

“Here you are, Miss Y/L/N,” he puts on an exaggerated posh accent, and you giggle.

“Why thank you, Mr. Styles,” you respond in the same voice. “Do you have cream and sugar?”

He wrinkles his nose. “I think I might have sugar. Is oat milk, okay? I don’t have cream.” He goes back to his kitchen to retrieve the items before you can tell him it’s okay, and you’ll just drink it black. You thank him, pouring the tiniest splash of oat milk into your coffee. You can feel his eyes on you as you add a bit of sugar, stir, taste, and then add some more.

“So,” you begin after your coffee is made to your liking. “What did you think about your first day? You can be honest since we’re not on campus anymore.” Harry laughs, looking down at his fingernails.

“Uh,” he starts. You notice he says, ‘uh’ a lot. “It was terrific. Not so sure I would’ve felt the same way if I didn’t have you to help me through it.” 

“We’re partners in crime now, Harry. We’re the two Kindergarten teachers, and you’re the only other person there my age? We’ve definitely gotta stick together,” you give him a big smile. He doesn’t smile back but looks a bit troubled instead. You wait for him to speak, coming to accept that long pauses were just a thing when having a conversation with Harry.

“Y’know how I assumed you had a boyfriend earlier? I thought after I’d said that–– rather I hoped after I said that you’d be like,” he clears his throat. “‘Why, no! I don’t have a boyfriend. Do you have a girlfriend?’” He put on the worst American accent you’d ever heard to imitate your voice, causing you to laugh. “To which I would’ve replied with a simple ‘no.’” 

Now it’s your turn to leave Harry wondering what you’re thinking for the first time all day. You can feel his eyes on you as you look at his couch cushions, noticing a bit of crumbs that you hadn’t seen before. “Are you flirting with me?”

“I think you’re beautiful.”

“You don’t even know me. We just met today.”

“Does that mean I can’t think you’re beautiful?”

You bite your lip, feeling yourself starting to grow a bit turned on by his forwardness. There was a part of you that would risk it all for just one night in bed with Harry because you just found him that attractive. The rational, adult side of you was screaming, ‘Don’t mix business with pleasure!’. By now, you had both moved closer on the couch to one another, knees nearly touching. “I think you’re beautiful, too.” He grins, setting his coffee cup down. You do the same.

“Would it be crazy of me to tell you that I really wanna kiss you right now?” His face is mere inches from yours, so close that you could smell the coffee on his breath. You shake your head.

“No. I really wanna kiss you too.”

“C’ mere, then.” 

Harry leans forward a bit more until his lips are ghosting over yours. You pull at the collar of his shirt, bringing his already close body even closer to yours. His lips are softer than they look, and he’s a better kisser than you thought he’d be, too. He brings his hands up to tangle them in your hair, and that’s when you abruptly pull away, not wanting things to go too far. “We shouldn’t…” He looks at you with sad eyes, but he nods, understanding what you mean.

“Probably not the best idea?” his response comes out as more of a question than a statement, but you nod in agreement anyway.

“Definitely not. I’m um–– I’m actually gonna go,” you stand up, slinging your purse over your shoulder. “Thanks for the coffee, Harry. I’ll see you tomorrow?”

“Yeah, see––”

You’re out the door, rushing down the stairs before he can even finish his sentence.

The rest of the school week goes on without either one of you mentioning it. It’s a little awkward for a couple of days, but by the time Friday rolls around, both of you decide the best course of action to take regarding the kiss would be to act like it never happened. 

You’re in your room at lunch hanging up your kids’ artwork they made during their ‘Free Time’ this morning, having declined Harry’s lunch invitation for the fourth time that week. You decided to pretend to be busy with work so you wouldn’t be too tempted to go into his room. To most people, you’re sure it looked like you were avoiding him–– and maybe you were. However, you were trying to get over this crush on him in the best way that you knew how.

“Need some help?”

You jump, nearly falling backward off the stepstool you were on. “Holy shit, Harry! You scared the hell out of me!” You feel your body getting warm, and you quickly look away, not wanting him to see how flustered you were.

“Sorry, you weren’t answering my texts, so I decided to come see what you were up to,” he walks over to where you were standing and hands you a piece of art, smiling at it before handing it to you. “You’ve got some artists in your class.”

“Mhm,” you hum, not looking him in the eyes. You hear him let out a quiet sigh.

“Still able to go see about getting those pumpkins ordered after work?”

You had completely forgotten that you and Harry decided today would be the day you’d go get the pumpkin situated figured out for your booth. For a second, you consider making an excuse to get out of it, but you decide against it. This was something that both of you were asked to do, not just him, and you didn’t want the fact that you let your attraction to him cloud your judgment getting in the way of your professional responsibilities.

“Yeah, that works.”

He doesn’t say anything, and even though you’re not looking at him, you can see the gears in his head turning. “Should we talk––” 

You’re quite literally saved by the bell, the end of lunch interrupting where you knew he was about to lead the conversation. “I’ll see you after school? Did you walk here again? I can drive.” Harry nods slowly.

“Uh, yeah. he replies. “I walked. Uh, ’m gonna go get my kids. See you after school then?”

“Yup!” you respond, fake enthusiasm in your voice. Harry gives you one more look before walking out of your room. You wait until he’s all the way down the hall before following behind him to bring your class back inside. You knew you were the one making things awkward between you and Harry. However, the realistic part of you knew getting involved with your coworker was one of the worst ideas you’d ever had in your life. For now, you’d just tell yourself that you were probably more into Harry than he was into you and pray that would be enough to make you get over your crush.

“I haven’t been to a pumpkin patch since I was a kid.” Harry stuffs his hands farther into his pockets while yours are tightly hugging your chest. You hum, not saying anything. The car ride there was a little awkward, and you were glad it was so short. You could tell there was a lot Harry wanted to say, but you were glad he wasn’t saying it. You keep seeing him glance at you, but you pretend not to notice.

“What size pumpkins should we ask for? Small ones, huh?” Harry nods, looking around in childlike awe. There was a small petting zoo, booths selling warm drinks and kettle corn, and an obscene amount of children.

You walk around together for a moment before encountering a friendly-looking employee who looked like he could help you out. Harry takes over, explaining the situation, and why you need to order one hundred tiny pumpkins. While you’re waiting for the employee to ask the owner if that would even be possible, Harry turns to face you.

“Y/N? Can we talk about what happened on Monday?” you’re about to tell him that you’d rather not, but he continues. “I felt something during that kiss, Y/N. I’m not sure if you felt it too, but I don’t want things to be awkward between us. We have to get through an entire school year working side-by-side, and if you’re not interested, then I respect that one hundred percent, but I just want––”

“So the owner said that is possible!” The employee that was helping you out comes back with a form and clipboard in their hand. “Can you just fill out some information and let us know what time you need it tomorrow? The owner said he could get it delivered and give you guys a discount since you’re ordering so much.”

“That’s great!” you exclaim, taking the form from him. You were glad to have been saved from your conversation with Harry. You quickly go through and fill out everything you can, telling them they can bill your school’s PTA. 

The walk back to your car is silent. You’re replaying what Harry was saying to you over in your head, thinking about what he was going to say before he was interrupted. He opens your car door like he’s been doing, but he doesn’t make eye contact with you or say a word as he slides into the passenger seat.

“Y’can just drop me off,” Harry says quietly. He leans your seat back and closes his eyes. You wait to see if he’ll connect his phone, but he doesn’t, so you turn on the radio at a volume so low it almost can’t be heard. It takes everything in you not to speed back to his place. You just wanted him out of your car. You had such strong feelings for him that it physically hurt, and restraining yourself from telling him how you really felt was growing harder and harder.

“We’re here.” your voice is a little hoarse from not saying anything. Harry slowly opens his eyes and unbuckles his seatbelt, opening the door.

“Right. Thanks for the ride. What time do we need to be at school to set up our booth by?”

“Four. I can pick you up if you want?”

“Yeah. See you tomorrow, Y/N.” He closes the door and walks up to his gate without looking back at you once.

“Hi Miss Y/L/N! Hi Mr. Styles!”

Groups of your students had been coming up to you excitedly all evening. It made you happy to see that the Kindergarten classes were no longer divided. They were starting to hang out with one another. Their parents tell you how their children thought it was just the coolest thing to be on school grounds on a Saturday, and how even though it was only a week into the school year, they were having the best time. It was comments like this that made you fall in love with your job all over again.

Things between you and Harry were going well. It wasn’t awkward, but you think it was because you were both too busy helping children paint their pumpkins. You were glad that Harry didn’t take the bit of downtime the two of you had when no one was at your booth trying to talk about the kiss and instead talked about other random things instead. You find out he loves baking (specifically, bread), he has an obsession with old music, and has about fifty tattoos. He talks to his mom on the phone every day, and he is extremely close to his sister. You tell him about your parents’, your undergraduate experience, your hobbies, and you finally tell him what music you like to listen to.

The festival quickly comes to an end, and you find yourself sad once you and Harry are done cleaning up your booth, knowing that you were just going to drop him off at his apartment and go back to yours to spend another Saturday night alone. You get to his complex almost too quickly, and you almost want to keep going and pretend you accidentally missed it just to be with him a bit longer. Instead, you park.

“D’ya wanna come inside?” He blurts out. Even in the darkness of your car, you can tell his face is flushed. “I mean if you haven’t got plans. I know it’s a Saturday night, so I understand if––”

“Nope, I don’t have plans. I’d love to.” Your hands are shaky as you unbuckle your seatbelt. He quickly gets out of your car and runs around to your side, opening the door for you before you can do it yourself. You almost don’t even notice since it was becoming such a habit.

“I picked up this new bottle of wine a couple days ago that’ve been wanting to pop open. Think we deserve a glass or two after such a long week, hmm?” You wordlessly nod, wholly mesmerized with just how good Harry looked after such a long day of work. His curls fell perfectly across his forehead, his eyes were sparkling and full of excitement. 

“A glass of wine sounds great,” you reply with a chuckle. “I’m ready to drink a whole bottle by the end of the week if I’m being honest.” Harry laughs, quickly punching in his gate code. You could see his hands shaking a little bit, but you decide not to comment on it. He takes the stairs up to his apartment two at a time like he did last time you were there, but this time there’s an urgency and clumsiness to his actions that you haven’t seen before. He jams the key in his lock, quickly shoving the door open.

His apartment is a little messier than it was when you were in it at the beginning of the week, but it’s nothing disgusting. He runs his fingers through his curls, moving aside papers that were scattered along the length of the couch. “Sorry, I was doin’ some planning. Make yourself comfortable.” He disappears to the kitchen, and moments later, you hear the pop of a wine cork and the smooth sound of him pouring the alcohol into glasses.

He emerges from his kitchen, handing you a generously poured glass of wine. “Thanks, Harry,” you tell him before taking a big sip. It was sweet, and while you usually preferred a more dry wine, it was still delicious. 

“Cheers to the end of a successful first week,” he holds up his glass, and you smile, clinking yours with his. “Thanks for helpin’ me get through it, Y/N. Couldn’t have done it without you.” You give him a timid smile.

“Stop, Harry. You’re a great teacher. I can see your kids love you already,” you take another sip of wine. “I kinda do too. I mean–– that came out wrong. I don’t love you, but I do think I like you.” You didn’t know what came over you at that moment, but something told you now was the time to lay it all out on the table with Harry. He sets his glass of wine down, the biggest smile on his face.

“Really? I thought you weren’t interested. Was kinda startin’ to feel like you hate me,” he sounds a little sad. You shake your head.

“Quite the opposite, actually. I’m really into you,” you didn’t even realize how you’d inched your way towards Harry. “I’ve been trying not to think about how we kissed because we shouldn’t, you know? We’re coworkers. I’ve been trying not to think about it all week, though, and I just can’t get you out of my mind.” He stares intensely into your eyes, chewing on the inside of his cheek like he usually does when he’s thinking.

“Can I kiss you, Y/N?” he finally asks. You’re in the same position as you were last time, being mere inches away from the other’s lips. Only this time, you smell the wine on his breath, not coffee. You nod quickly, and Harry cups your face in his hands, hungrily pressing his lips against yours.

“You can do more than kiss me, actually,” you tell him breathlessly. “You can do whatever you want with me.”

Harry raises an eyebrow, a shocked look on his face. “When you say anything…” he trails off.

“I want you to fuck me, Harry,” you tell him bluntly. “Please. Been wanting that all week.” He licks his lips, looking at you in a way he hasn’t yet before. 

“I can definitely do that,” he replies, resting his hand on your thigh. His large hand is dangerously close to your pussy, and you can already feel yourself growing wet. “Let’s get all these clothes off you then, huh?” 

You stand up and quickly start removing your clothes. First, your blouse comes off, and that’s quickly followed by your bra. Harry’s leaning back on the couch, arms resting behind his head. “Enjoying the show?” you ask, quickly pulling down your jeans and underwear. You’re completely naked in front of him in thirty seconds flat, and you reckon that’s the fastest you’ve ever undressed for anything. 

“Very much so,” he mumbles, palming himself over his khakis. “C’ mere, Y/N.” he pats his lap, and you move to sit in it, now straddling him. He softly presses his lips against yours, the hunger that was there just a moment ago completely dissipated. This was a much more hesitant kiss, more gentle and tender. “You’re really beautiful, Y/N.”

You giggle. “I know. You’ve told me that before.”

“I want you to know how much I mean it.”

“I know you do.”

Harry nods. “Can I have a taste of ya now?” you notice that his accent sounds a bit thicker than usual, voice a tad gruffer. You nod, swallowing thickly. Climbing off Harry, you lay back on the couch, situating yourself, so it’s a little more comfortable. He looks into your eyes, placing his hands on your knees. “Is this okay, Y/N?” You nod again, and he removes his hands.

“What’s wrong?” your voice has a hint of desperation in it, but after a week of extreme sexual tension, you wanted nothing more than to cum by the hands of this man.

“Wanna hear you tell me it’s okay. I don’t wanna do anything you don’t want,” he’s looking down at his hands.

“Harry, I wouldn’t have given you a striptease and laid back on this couch for you if I didn’t want it. I wholeheartedly give you permission to do whatever you want with me––”

That’s enough for him. He roughly pries your legs open, immediately licking a long stripe up your heat. You cry out, not expecting him to get right into it. You look down at him and groan when you see he’s making eye contact with you, a smug look on his face. “How’s tha’, love?” You nod, tangling your hands in his curls.

“Yeah Harry, please,” you moan. Harry sucks harshly at your clit, pulling off loudly, the sound echoing throughout his minimally furnished apartment.

“Please what, pet?” He’s looking you dead in the eyes, a devilish grin on his face while his index finger rubs small circles on your clit. Your chest is heaving up and down quickly as you try to calm your breathing down.

“Please make me cum on your tongue, Harry,” you try pushing his head back down to your cunt, but he doesn’t budge.

“Think I rather like hearin’ you beg like this fo’ me. Enjoyin’ watching you squirm like tha’, love.” Just as your about to beg for him some more to feed his inflated ego, he attaches his lips to your clit once more, this time adding his ring finger into your tight pussy. “You’re tight. Sure you’ll be able to take my cock?” His voice is muffled, and you just barely make out what he says.

You clench around his finger, and he laughs, the vibrations sending a new sensation across your clit. “Y’like thinkin’ about my cock, hmm?”

“Yeah, want you in me,” you beg, lifting your hips up. He grips onto your hips tightly, keeping you in place.

“Can feel yeh gettin’ ready for me, darlin’. Think you can take another one?” You nod, and Harry gently places kitten licks on your swollen clit while he slowly pushes his middle finger into you. You feel full in a way you haven’t felt in such a long time, and he only had two fingers in you. Once he pumps his fingers in and out of you a few times, he goes back to harshly sucking on his clit, moaning every so often so you can feel the vibrations against your cunt.

“Fuck,” you’re moaning loudly, and you pray Harry’s neighbors don’t hear you, knowing how thin apartment walls were.

“So fuckin’ wet for me, doll,” he mutters, adding another finger inside you. The burn feels amazing, and you place your hand on his wrist, urging him to go faster. “Gonna cum in my mouth, hmm? Gonna let me feel ya around m’ fingers?”

“Yes, please, Harry,” you feel yourself nearly there, your orgasm threatening to overtake you at any moment. 

“Give it to me then, Y/N. Cum for me,” he demands. As soon as he says those three words, you’re done for, your body going tense as waves of pleasure roll throughout your body. He doesn’t remove his digits from the your cunt until you’re coming down from your high, placing a kiss to your clit. He laughs as you shudder at the overstimulation. Harry places his three fingers that were just inside of you and his mouth and sucks on them, not once breaking eye contact with you. 

“That was really good,” you tell him, crawling on your knees towards him to place a kiss on the underside of his jaw—Harry’s beaming, a triumphant look on his face.

“Not yet. Gotta make y’ cum one more time. I’m a gentleman, after all.” You know he’s messing with you but also serious, so you lean back on the couch, opening your legs once again.

“Are you gonna take off your clothes too? Why am I the only one that’s naked?” Harry laughs, and you hear the clanking of his belt as he undoes it. 

“You’re impatient, aren’t ya?” you nod, and he pulls down his tenting khakis and tight boxers. His cock springs up, slightly touching his stomach, and he hisses at the feeling. “Hold on a sec.” He gets up quickly, and you hear him hurry to what you assume in the bathroom, rummaging around. He comes back a minute later with a box of condoms, making you laugh.

“Is that a new box of condoms? Have you been holding onto those all week, Mr. Styles?” Harry rolls his eyes and opens the box, ripping open a condom expertly with his teeth.

“Weren’t you just the one beggin’ for me, pet? I’d watch it if I were you,” he jokes, rolling the condom onto his hard length. He leans down to place wet, opened mouth kisses to your breasts. “So beautiful.”

“Are you gonna take off your shirt?” you ask quietly. “I kinda wanna see all your tattoos.” Harry raises an eyebrow at you but unbuttons his shirt nevertheless, throwing it into the mess of clothes scattered around the living room. You reach your hand up, shakily tracing the swallows on his chest, moving down to the butterfly across his stomach and finally to the ferns on his abdomen. Harry’s staring down at you, watching as you delicately touch his skin. “You have so many.” you finally say. He nods.

“Yeah. Some of them I just got for the hell of it. Felt like after I got that first tattoo, it was hard to stop.” He caresses the skin on your thighs, and you shudder again. “Gonna let me get inside that pretty lil’ cunt now?”

“Please.”

Harry aligns himself with your entrance and slowly pushes into you, sharply inhaling as you clench around his length. “Relax, Y/N.’ve got ya,” he tells you reassuringly. “Can’t get inside ya if you’re all tense like tha’.” You can tell Harry’s trying his hardest not to absolutely wreck you, the vein in his forehead very prominent from clenching his jaw so tightly. You grip tightly onto his bicep, biting your lip as you adjust to his size. You were so wet and indescribably turned on that you felt every vein his thick cock had to offer, and you knew you wouldn’t last long once he started moving. By the looks of it, Harry wouldn’t either.

“You can move,” you tell him, squeezing your eyes shut. Harry slowly pulls out of you and then ever so gently sinks back inside you, bottoming out. He lets out a breathy moan, moving one of his hands up to tweak your nipples. “Harder, Harry, fuck.” 

He immediately pulls out of you and slams back inside, the sounds of his balls slapping against your ass echoing in the room. You scream in pleasure, no longer caring if his neighbors hear what you two were doing. 

“Like tha’?” He asks cheekily, working up a steady rhythm. You nod, gripping your boobs to keep them from bouncing. Harry shakes his head, forcefully removing your hands. “Nope, none of that. Wanna see ’em.” He takes both of your hands in one of his, pinning them up over your head. His other hand reaches in between your bodies to rub at your clit, and before you have time to warn him, you’re cumming again, squirting all over his cock. 

Harry throws his head back in pleasure, his thrusts getting sloppy and frantic, and you know he’s seconds away from his own orgasm. You spur him on, telling him how badly you wanted him to come inside of you (even though he was wearing a condom). He stills moments later, shaking above you as he holds himself up with an arm, not wanting to collapse on top of you.

“Fuckin’ hell, Y/N. Why did we wait a whole week to do this again?”

[dinosaurtsukki]

[ malt whiskey on ice ] 

pairing: chuuya nakahara x gn!reader (there’s an error in the header but i’m too lazy to edit it now i’m sorry)

word count: 2k words

@ah-kaashi​: dinooo im having chuuya brainrot hours right now ಥ⌣ಥ can i request a short fic of chuuya meeting bartender!reader at a bar and eventually starts pining for them? and he only goes to the bar to see them (ahh my heart) he probably would confess to the reader whilst drunk, thanks to his low alcohol tolerance :"

summary: chuuya has a crush on the cute bartender and tries to ask her out. unfortunately, drinking alcohol calms his nerves way too much

a/n: i’m--- i’ll just have a really long list of works under ‘chuuya nakahara’ at this point. also ahhh i hope you like this kei and sorry it took too long but i had so much fun writin this !!

“chuuya-san!”

chuuya could never get tired of hearing your bright, cheery voice greeting him as soon as he entered the bar, especially after a long and hard day. he smiles at you, fold his coat and leaves it on the counter beside him along with his hat.

“a good evening to you too, y/n,” he says.

“having your usual?” you asked, already getting out a glass.

“yes please.” 

chuuya knows it’s rude to stare, but he can’t help but do so as you prepare his drink. the fact that your humming easily puts a smile on his face reminds chuuya how much he has fallen for you.

“here you go,” you serve his drink up with a warm smile. “malt whiskey with ice.”

“expect some refills as usual later in the night,” chuuya joked.

“as long as i get to make sure you’re still able to drive home,” you chuckled. the bar was less than half-full tonight, something that chuuya was very much thankful for. you were an amazing bartender and you always interacted with your customers. chuuya was even amazed at how you could hold a conversation with anyone and remember all the stories that people would tell you.

but sometimes, he kind of wanted you all to himself. 

chuuya had been mulling that thought over for quite a long time: asking you out on an actual date instead of coming here every single night and looking at you longingly from across the counter. he did think he had a bit of a chance and you looked like you genuinely enjoyed talking to him and seeing him. but you were like that with everybody too.

“so, what’s been going on with you lately? finally finish that mission you’ve been stressing out on?” you asked while drying glasses behind the counter. chuuya smiled, dragging a gloved finger through the rim of his glass.

“well, if you’d really like to know...”

...

“you look like you’ve seen better days.” 

“huh?” chuuya blinked out of his thoughts to see the new bartender regarding him with a concerned expression. 

“you’ve been staring at your drink for the past... ten minutes...give or take,” you explained. “people do tend to stare at their drinks quite a bit but when it hits ten minutes that’s kind of raises an alarm for me,” you chuckled. “the ice even melted in your drink. want me to fix you a fresh one?” 

“ah, no. but thanks for the offer though,” chuuya smiled. “shame to waste good alcohol.”

“i hear you,” you shrugged with a smile. “so, wanna tell me what’s been going on?” you asked. “bartenders do make good listeners.”

chuuya raised an eyebrow up at you as he thought about what you said. “um, it’s kind of a long story and i don’t think i’m ready to get into it now,” he confessed.

“that’s fair,” you nodded your head. chuuya was grateful to you for giving him some space. actually, now that he thought about it, he was grateful to you for always greeting him with a smile and asking how he was, even when he came in with the sourest of moods. he knew it wasn’t easy to be a bartender, especially one whose clients were from the mafia.

“how about you though?” chuuya asked. “um, anything special happen to you recently?”

you looked genuinely surprised at the question which made chuuya think that people never really asked about you. “you know, no one’s ever really asked me that,” you chuckled. “but... it’s nice. thanks, nakahara-san.”

chuuya doesn’t know why, but his stomach was practically doing backflips when you said that. have you always looked this cute when you laughed? how come chuuya never noticed that?

“please,” he says. “you can call me chuuya.”

...

“you never chicken out of anything. come on, you can do this,” chuuya grits his teeth, remembering not to accidentally crush the bouquet in his hands. right after finishing his mission early, he headed to the nearest flower shop to buy some flowers for you. as much as he wanted to give you red roses, he thought it would be a bit too much and didn’t want to accidentally scare you. instead, he settled on some pink peonies that he dearly hoped you would like.

chuuya decided on going to the bar before your shift just to give himself some time to relax. except, when he sits down on the counter, the bartender, an old man who chuuya knows very well, eyes the bouquet in his hands and flashes chuuya a knowing smile.

“do you think they’ll say yes?” chuuya asks, very aware at how nervous he sounds.

“i think it’ll be very interesting,” the bartender says. chuuya groans at how ambiguous that sounds.

“can i have my regular? please?” he asks. the bartender raises an eyebrow at him. “it’s just for the nerves,” chuuya reasons.

he was right in thinking that the alcohol would help with his nerves. except, it works a bit too much.

...

you always give your reflection a once-over before leaving for your shift at the bartender. the bartender’s uniform isn’t exactly your nicest outfit but you try your best to spruce things up by putting on some lip tint and brushing your hair. you’re not even sure if chuuya will be coming in, he is a busy man, but you apply your lip tint carefully in the mirror and wish for luck.

when you finally leave the employee’s changing room to start your shift, your heart jumps up in your chest when you recognize the familiar hat. except, when you come closer, you find that chuuya is slumped over the counter with an empty glass and a bouquet of flowers at his side.

the sight of the flowers brings a lump in your throat but you push that aside momentarily as you tap on chuuya’s shoulder to check on him.

“chuuya-san?”

“hrrrmmm,” he groans but doesn’t move an inch. you tap him on the shoulder again and call out his name, much louder this time, until chuuya finally raises his head. 

his cheeks are flushed pink, no doubt from the alcohol, and his eyes clearly look as if he’s straining to focus as he squints at you. it’s unbelievably cute and you let out a chuckle. 

“it’s not like you to get wasted on a thursday evening,” you smile before your gaze lands on the bouquet of flowers again. “i... see you were planning to ask someone out.”

“huh? yeah,” chuuya drawls, nodding his head slowly. “s’pposed to ask this person out... was waiting for them.”

“and then you ended up drinking too much,” you sigh. “i mean, i keep telling you your alcohol tolerance isn’t that great.”

“wanted to be less nervous,” chuuya whines slightly as his head drops back again. you reach your hand out to hold him back from pitching forward and slamming his face onto the table.

“oh my god, let’s get you sobered up at least before you meet them,” you sigh. it was a thursday night and no one else was at the bar. it probably wouldn’t hurt to step out for a while, wouldn’t it?

you’re practically dragging chuuya behind you to the employee’s room and sitting him on the couch you have there. except, once he sits down he immediately flops on the couch and curls up on his side. you’ve rarely seen the mafia executive look as vulnerable as this with his hat barely even on his head, his red locks framing his sleeping face, and his curled hands under his cheek. chuuya looks just like a little kid and you smile to yourself as you brush a lock of hair out of his face.

you already knew he was a mafia executive when you first met him here, at the bar, and was understandably quite scared of him at first. ‘he’s just a paying customer, like everyone else,’ you reminded yourself before putting on a winning smile to serve him. 

little did you know, you were going to absolutely fall for him. chuuya was always kind and courteous, even tipping more than generously whenever he came in. but what struck you about him was that no matter what, even if he was having the worst of days, he would always ask how you are. as a bartender, you were used to being the one listening instead of being listened to. the fact that chuuya always asked about you and even remembered your ramblings made you smile.

part of you wondered if you had a chance with someone like chuuya. ‘but i guess not,’ you thought sadly, gently laying the bouquet of flowers on the side table. as soon as you did, chuuya shot up from the couch.

“ch-chuuya-san!” you yelped slightly in surprise. 

“flowers... where are they?” he slurred, blinking around at his surroundings.

“here,” you smiled, placing the bouquet on his lap. “that person’s lucky, you know? to receive flowers from you.” 

“yeah...” chuuya smiled. “y/n sure is.” and before you could fully process what he said, chuuya flopped back down on the couch.

“wait, what?” you squeaked. you turned to chuuya and shook him awake. “did you just say y/n?”

“yeah... you know them? works here, always smiley, looks hella cute,” chuuya chuckled before looking at you with the tiniest pout on his lips. “do you think they’d go out with me?” 

you’re astounded and let out a small laugh. “i... i think they would chuuya. just ask them, alright?” 

“alright,”  chuuya nods and yawns before curling up on the couch again. you, on the other hand, are beside yourself with giddiness and it’s taking you all of your self-control not to wake him up. instead, you leave a glass of water and some headache medicine that you keep in your bag and return to your shift.

...

chuuya wakes up a few hours later with one of the worst headaches he’s ever had and his mouth feeling like sandpaper. also, he has no idea where he is. 

he sits up, blinking at his surroundings as he struggles to remember what happened before he practically blacked out. ‘i was in the bar. i got a drink, and then...’  

chuuya’s gaze lands on you, curled up on a nearby chair with your jacket draped across your torso and suddenly he remembers what exactly he was doing at the bar in the first place. “shit, shit, shit,” chuuya curses and sits up. he actually got blackout drunk before even getting the chance to talk to you and now you had to take care of him. chuuya hated to admit that his alcohol tolerance was low and now it seems he’s suffering the consequences for it.

his luck takes a turn for the worst when the noise stirs you awake.

“chuuya-san? you’re awake,” you yawn sleepily.

“fuck, i... blacked out, didn’t i? y/n, i’m so sorry it must have been so troubling for you,” chuuya immediately apologizes.

“it’s alright--” 

“like, i came in before your shift and i thought drinking would settle my nerves a bit before asking you out and--” chuuya abruptly stops when he realizes what he accidentally blurted out loud. the look on your face says it all though.

“i... “ he starts and stops again. then, he realizes that the flowers he bought are still on the table. so, he picks it up and hands them to you. “i, i really like you, y/n. if you don’t hate me after all this, would you consider going out with me?” 

there’s a smile on your face when you take the flowers for him and chuuya takes it as a good sign. and then you say, “you know, you said a lot of things while you were drunk.” 

chuuya feels his face flush and lets out a groan. “oh god, like what?” 

“we can talk about it if you like,” you shrug. “i’m... i’m free on saturdays, after my five pm shift.” 

chuuya feels his heart leap in his chest and says “i’m free this saturday too,” a bit too enthusiastically, earning another laugh from you. he’s still feeling that euphoria when you stand up and plant a kiss on his cheek.

“also, you’re really cute when you’re drunk.” 

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I found myself while loving you

Summary: Draco Malfoy, Slytherin King, one of the meanest boys at Hogwarts finds he might not be who thinks he is after all 

Pairing: Draco X Hufflepuff reader

Word Count: 2153

A/N: Helllooo loves!! So this is my first time EVER writing a fic so please go easy on me. Im so nervous to post this, but I want to start writing and I have to start somewhere! and see if I’m even good at it!! Honestly I don’t know if any of my followers read HP fandom fics but if you do please check this out, tell me what you think! AHHH anyways I hope you like it

Growing up we typically believe our parents can do no wrong. We hold them above everything and everyone. We learn to turn a blind eye to the wrong they sometimes do, even go as far as justifying it. 

This is exactly what Draco did when it came to his father. Mr. Malfoy could do no wrong in the eyes of his little boy, even though all he did was wrong. 

The only thing Draco wanted to do in life was to make his father proud, to be the spitting image of the man. He spoke like him, walked like him, held his head as high as he did. This didn't go unnoticed by his father, but this was not a “proud dad moment” type of situation. Lucious Malfoy took this as an opportunity to shape Draco into everything he wanted him to be, for his own personal gain.  

Draco being in one of the most infamous death eater families meant a dark light was shed on him. Welcoming this with open arms Draco became the meanest student at Hogwarts, from the very moment he stepped onto the train the first day of first year. 

Going into his fifth year, nothing has changed. 

-

Draco sat with his gang of Slytherins in the Great Hall, back pressed to the table, his long legs crossed at the ankles stretched out in front of him, waiting for the newest first years to enter and get sorted into their houses. He threw his head back in laughter at a joke Blaise made. As his head was falling back into place, the smile on his face disappeared and his eyes widening. ‘That couldn't possibly be Y/N Y/L/N… absolutely couldn't be.’ He thought to himself as you walked into the room. You had not looked as you did last year. You had not been ugly by any means, just you, nothing special. You matured quite a lot over the short summer break, turning into a very beautiful young woman. 

And he had definitely noticed. 

He couldn't take his eyes off of you. In his shock, he leaned over and roughly shook Blaise by his shoulder, “Is that Y/N?” 

“What? Merlin it is, she sure did change this summer.” Blaise said adding a whistle. 

You were the true definition of a Hufflepuff, hard-working, patient, loyal, and one of the sweetest girls you would ever meet. Your Y/E/C eyes constantly shine with happiness, sending sweet smiles to everyone who walked by, no matter the scowls or disgusted looks they gave. 

You made your way past the Slytherin table, eyes falling on Draco and sending him a small grin, tucking your hair behind your ear in nervousness. He had never looked at you like that before. Only taking notice of you when he was giving you an odd scowl as you walked past him and his friends in the hallway during previous years with a smile permanently etched on your face. You on the other hand had always taken notice of the Slytherin King. It was quite an odd thing, the sweetest Hufflepuff finding herself swooning over the meanest boy in their year. But you couldn't help it, you were simply intrigued by him. Wondering what made him the way he was. Wondering what had to have happened to make him so cold to others.  And also wondering what kind of things made him smile, and how you wished you could do those things, wished you could make him smile. You sort of felt like a creep, due to the fact that you had never even really spoken to each other outside of being partnered with each other for a Transfiguration project last year. But you couldn't help the butterflies you felt whenever you saw him.

Something inside Draco changed that very moment. For the past two years he had noticed you, not a lot, but just enough to wonder about you from time to time. It was like he was seeing you for the very first time and he needed to know you, to know everything about you. 

Throughout the entire sorting ceremony he couldn't keep his eyes off of you, where he was seated he had a perfect view of your side profile. He took notice in the way your eyelashes curled up, the soft freckles that dusted over our nose and cheeks, the way your head was slightly tilted as you watched the students with interest as they were sorted. 

Simply breathtaking he thought. 

As the first few weeks passed, things did not change. Draco spent every chance he got looking at you, trying to come up with an excuse to speak with you. Once again you had Transfigurations together. “Today you will be working in pairs to vanish a group of mice.” instructed Professor Mcgonnagal, “You may choose who you partner up with, begin.” 

Before he even realized what he was doing Draco had jumped up from his chair and was standing over your desk saying “Would you like to be my partner?” 

He was sure he shared the same shocked expression on your face. Cheeks turning a light pink you agreed. 

Neither of you spoke much during the class, stealing quick glances at one another more than words. After successfully vanishing all of your mice in record time, you turned to him, “Well I can see you have very much improved since last year” a small teasing smirk playing on your lips. 

“I'd like to think so,” he said shyly. This had to have been a mistake you thought, Draco Malfoy shy? Around you? No way, not possible. 

As the thoughts were running through your head you heard him speak again, “Would you like to go to Hogsmeade with me this weekend? It's the first trip of the year.” 

It seemed you forgot how to speak, your mouth opened and then closed, your mind suddenly completely blank. 

“Nevermind, that was stupid, why would someone like you want to..” 

“I'd love to go with you” you practically yelled as you realized he was spiraling, probably thinking you would want to do anything but spend time with him. 

And then there it was, the smile that you rarely got to see, and you felt like your heart could burst. The bell rang and he stood up, “I'll meet you in front of the Great Hall after breakfast Saturday then,” he said, a smile still in full view. All you could do was nood, an expression of utter disbelief on your face. 

The rest of the week flew by and next thing you knew you were walking out of the doors of Hogwarts with Draco by your side. The two of you spent the day walking around the shops, and stopping for a Butterbeer at the Three Broomsticks. You were surprised by how easy it was to talk to him. As much as you didn’t want to, you had always thought he had to be just as everyone said he was, mean. But you were completely wrong. As you got to know him more and more during your short time, you had a feeling there was a lot more to the boy. 

-

As the months past your time spent with Draco increased. Meeting in the corridors before and after classes, sneaking you to the Slytherin table during meals, and sneaking you into his dorm for late night cuddles every so often.

This was completely out of character for you by others standards but with him you had never felt more yourself. 

And Draco was feeling the exact same way. Slowly but surely his bad guy persona was fading, and people were starting to take notice. Word was getting around that he was becoming a different person. But he did not care anymore. 

“He has to be faking it, he has always been the nastiest boy to walk these halls.” 

“If his family could see him now they would not even recognize him..”

There was no way for him to not hear these things being said about him as he walked from class to class with you on his arm. And one day it finally hit him. They were right, he was not the same boy he had been the previous years, and he had you to thank for that. He realized now that this was him, this is how he was meant to be. 

He had spent his whole life before this trying to live up to his fathers attitude and beliefs that he had become something he wasn't. But he was done, he was done trying to please him, constantly miserable from never seeming to be able to. He was himself now.

-

Word about the way Draco changed so drastically had finally gotten to his father. And it could not have happened at a worse time. This Hogsmead trip he had asked his mother and father to meet him, wanting to introduce you to them. Surprisingly he was not at all nervous, just excited to finally have you meet his family, thinking they would love you just like everyone else did. 

The two of you sat in Madam Puddifoot’s Tea Shop waiting for them to arrive. The door opened and Draco shot straight up, straightening his shirt and hair as his parents walked in. “Father, Mother, it's good to see you. You both look well.” he said. “As do you,” his father said simply. His mother sent him a small smile, from her position behind her husband. Sitting down Mr. Malfoy wasted no time speaking of the rumors he had been hearing about his son. “It has come to my attention that you have changed Draco, and not in a way I would categorize as acceptable.” “You've lost your mind if you think I am going to let you lose yourself,” he sent you a nasty side eyed look, “because of a silly girl.”

You felt Draco tense beside you and instinctively interlaced your fingers with his to try to calm him down. This did not faze you , you know the reputation his father had and did not fool yourself with the thought of him being overjoyed at his son's new attitude. 

Draco spoke as calmly as he could “The way I have been acting is certainly because of Y/N, in the sense that she has made me realize I do not want to be like my miserable father anymore.” He no longer cared if this was supposed to be a happy meeting, introducing his girl to his parents, no this was it, this was where he was going to break free of the hold his father had on him. This was where he was getting the stain of his family's name off of him. 

This seemed to shake his father to the core, realization hit him that he did not have control over his boy anymore, and he was now his own person. His mothers head was tilted down but Y/N could see the small smile on her face. She knew what Dracocould be, and she was proud he was becoming his own person. 

Without saying another word his father got up and stormed out of the shop, his mother throwing him a proud smile as she ran after his father. 

“Draco I’m so sorry, I never meant for this to happen,” You said sadly. 

Without saying anything he stood you up and pulled you into a kiss, breaking away to say “Let's get out of here,” with a smile on his face. 

You sat by the fire in the Slytherin common room late that night wrapped up in Draco’s arms. He was still reeling from the day's events, he had never felt more happy with himself. “I can't remember the last time I felt this good...” he spoke so softly you almost didn't hear him. You turned to look at him, waiting for him to continue. “I've spent as long as I can remember tied up in the idea that I needed to be just like my father to make him love me, but I don't want to do that anymore. I want to be who I am with you all the time, with everyone. It's much easier than being miserable all the time.” 

 You took his face in hands, your thumbs stroking his jawline, “I always knew there was more under that hard exterior, I'm happy I was able to help you let it out.” 

He dropped his forehead against yours, breathing deep, his lips landed on yours in the sweetest but most passionate kiss you had shared. It took your breath away and you were slightly panting as you broke apart. 

“The only love I ever wanted was from my father. But now, the only love I want is yours. An… and i love you more than i can tell you.” 

“And I love you just as much.”

[leafcabbage]

hi hello very cool tumblr user leafcabbage. i sent an ask a few days ago abt starting your fic i dont remember if i was on anon but if i was then thats me!

anyways bc i'm clinically insane i finished binge reading ycssgwtlfs this afternoon and haven't been able to stop thinking about it actually!! sometimes the it gets worse before it gets better trope isn't my cuppa but you definitely made it work so well if not for the SHEER amount of hurt no comfort liiiiikeeeee omg omg omg omg that series of chapters where ranboo was just slowly losing their grip was just so exhausting to read (shals pos so slash pos!! i mean that like it very deeply emotionally affected me!!) and i am so here for it because it made the comfort at the end so so worth it. very excited to continue w the next parts :D

i also loved the little moments scattered throughout. i want to see so much more of techno and wilbur's relationship because that is really fascinating to me. i could read a whole other fic about that actually they have a great dynamic also bc we saw both their biggest flaws come to the forefront when trying to help ranboo. its just interesting. and!!!!! woah?! whats up with big q and techno?!! intrigue moment!!!!

and even though dream was a piece of shit (btw you wrote the gaslighting SO WELL that is exactly what it feels like. i was genuinely nervous everytime i read his name because we don't know whether ranboo was gonna get manipulated until he started talking. i thought it was a great detail that dream's mood was always the first thing we learned in every scene's narration because ranboo had to walk on eggshells with him. GOOD SHIT!!!! GOOD SHIT!!!!!!!!!) i rlly hope he gets out of that clearly toxic family eventually. how dare you make me empathize with him >:[

and purpled my beloved...... idk i just liked his and ranboo's dynamic. it was cute and i really liked seeing him and punz at the end. he is in the bathroom a lot. hope the guy is doin okay. i took that uquiz you made bfore i started reading the fic and i got him, so i am just attached ig oopsies. also tubbo and tommy's roomie was such a good moment it was genuinely really wholesome and is like my new favorite long build up joke ever :D

(also ahhh sorry if its annoying that i'm sending this in ask form instead of just commenting, especially since its kinda long!!!!!! but my eyes hurt from staring at the ol screen, tumblr interface is just a lot less headachy lol, thanks for writing such a wonderful fic and i hope youre having an awesome day!)

ahh this made me so happy!!! dont worry about sending it in ask form, i love seeing the little blue dot that means i have an ask, its very exciting. this did genuinely jumpscare me (in a funny way), which sound so dumb but i open the ask box and saw a long ask and went "woah!!" and genuinely actually jumped. thought you might enjoy learning that.

long answer so

i really really work hard on making the hurt worth it for the comfort, and having enough time to have that comfort and recovery. i think it helps that im writing a full series so if something wasnt dealt with in ycssg, i have quite a few more fics to deal with it and create closure. but im glad it was worth it! and it got tiring for me writing those chapters to be honest, it draws out just a little long and that was on purpose. it doesnt end at the perfect time, like in an ideal world ranboo would have accepted help at thanksgiving and that would be the beginning of things getting better, but thats not how life works. ranboo did not willingly seek out help, and thats an important part of the story. they accepted help because they were convinced they were literally dying and didnt know what else to do. and then they were somewhat reliant on tommy and tubbo, and if that hadn't been the case things wouldn't have ended up where they were.

sorry im now just talking about my own fic, that was all to say thank you ajshdlfk

thank you with the relationship comment too! i really wanted to make it clear that everyone has a life outside of the bench trio too, so in my head they have semi fleshed out stories and lives. especially dream. theyre all real people (or as real as fake people can be) not just props

dream was such a complex character to write, and he continues to be, and i love writing him so fucking much. he's ranboo's antagonist but he isnt evil and inherently awful, he has his own life and his own problems (which doesnt make what he did to ranboo ok at all, but thats just to say that hes a person out side of it) and im glad the emotions in his scenes came through so clearly!

purpled has ibs thats canon and its because i have ibs and i thought it would be funny. love the guy, really. hes one of my favorite side characters. i love him and im glad you like him too he deserves to be liked. IM GLAD YOU LIKED THE ROOMIE i have this ongoing joke with myself that he was fridged but in like a moving out kind of way. he was uhauled. hes my favorite NPC <3

im glad you enjoyed ycssg so much!! and i hope you enjoy the next fics too!!! this ask made me smile very much so thank you for that!!

[someone1348]

Okayy! First tumblr story here we gooooo!!

People in this!

Switch!Quackity and Switch!Badboyhalo

This is platonic!

This is based off of the one clip of quackity telling bad to chill out 😂

Tw: mild language

This is a tickle fic so if you don't like it dont read it, no hate or anything inappropriate on my acc thanks!

They are my comfort duo and i thought for the first one this would be good so enjoyyy hehe :]

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Quackity had been extra hyper that afternoon and decided to make it his main priority to push one of his best friends buttons. Him and bad were just getting back from the nether after searching for netherite. He had been teasing him all day, putting words in bads mouth and just pushing him over the line to get a reaction.

They got out of the portal yelling at each other

"Bad Chill out-"

"NO! YOU CHILL"

"Bad! Chill the hell! out alright!"

"YOU CHILL!-" the demon paused before yelling again, "WHAT DID YOU SAY TO ME! Do you wanna go quackity!"

The beanie wearing male nervously laughed at his friends new tone of voice and made a dash for it through the grass.

"HEY! you get back here you muffin head!"

Bad chased after him as the younger bolted, laughing nervously, letting out nervous babble and pleads screaming a few times the closer bad got to him.

"AH! Nononono haha i don't wanna die no no no SHIT!"

"LANGUAGE!"

He screeched and rounded the corner stumbling a bit and laughing bad right on his tail.

"GOTCHA!" bad tackled him to the ground both of them falling on the soft grass.

Bad smirked sitting on his thighs as quackity pleaded out and continued giggling nervously

"Bahad dont kill me! Please im to sexy to die!" He joked giggling nervously at his best friends smirk

"Giggling already Quackity but i haven't even started yet" He giggled and wiggled his fingers taughtingly at him

Quackity's eyes wided as he realized what was about to happen.

"WaIT bad DONT-" too late! Quackity broke out into hysterics as bad digged his claws into his stomach

"BAHAHAD-!"

Bad chuckled and removed his wiggly fingers from his stomach

"Hehe im saving that tickly tummy for later" He teased and moved to tweak his ribs

"PFFT- HAHaHahaha!" Quackity pushed at bads hands and turned his head side to side in a giggly fit

Bad sighed and took quackity's hands in one of his own placing them above his head

"Those stay there"

"Yeaha? What happens if they don't stay there hmm?" Quackity took that opportunity to be cheeky, it was rare to have people join in his playfulness like this and he couldn't remember the last time he was tickled, might as well make the most of it right!

Bad smirked

"If they come down the tickle monsters gonna get you! And trust me you're not gonna like him when he's hangry"

The two giggled at that as bad smiled going back to tickle his ribs starting from the highest set of ribs going down

Quackity shrieked once again giggling his head off

"Bahad!"

"Thats my name quackmister what cha' need?~"

Quackity's giggles turned into sweet laughter as he got towards his lower ribs

"NAHAhaha bAhAhahad please! NOHO TEHEHeheasiHihinggg"

"Say quackity how many ribs do you have?" Bad said completely ignoring quackity's words

"IHiHi dohOhont know!?"

"Hmmm lets find out together sha'll we!"

Bad went back to the top of his ribs dragging a finger across the highest one

"Oneeeee~"

"EE!"

Bad dragged it out and continued

"Twooooo~"

"BAHAhahad pLEAHeheAse!" He wouldn't normally laugh this lound but the teasing making it tickle soooo much more than normal.

Bad giggled dragging a finger down his ribcage

"Tickle tickle tickleee~!!"

His hands came shooting down on reflex pushing at bads hand. The demon looked down at the giggly law student crossing his arms as the said law student opened his eyes hesitatly

"Those better not be your hands quackity you know what happens when you don't listen"

Quackity's eyes wided. He swore he ment to keep them up! He was doing so good too! Shit! This can't be good!

"I uhum" he was speechless as the other smirked digging into his underarms with one hand holding them up with the other

"AH! HAHAhaha NAHAHA SHH- PFFT BAhAhaD!"

He squeezed his eyes shut again trying to squirm away, occasionally squeaking if he hit a really bad spot

"BAHAHAD PleaAhease!"

"Nope! This is what you get for pushing my buttons you silly muffin!"

Bad took away his hands moving to pull up the rim of his shirt to show his stomach

"Wait wait! Bad no! Waihit!" Quackity nervously giggled again sucking in his stomach trying to get away

"Hehe awww you think sucking in is gonna do something, thats adorable!" He took a big breath in blowing a raspberry directly above his bellybutton

"AHHH! NAHAHAHAHA WHAIHIHIT BAHAHAHAD!"

Bad laughed with him smirking

"D'awwww Big Q can't handle a wittle raspberry!" He used his tail and swirled it around in his bellybutton

"AYEHAHA BAHAD PLEASE IHIHIM SOHOHOHORRY!"

Bad giggled and got off him smiling down at the giggly bean on the ground

"Thank youuuu"

Quackity regained his breath sitting up

"Yohou better run buddy!" Quackity stated smirking at the man beside him

"Wa- QUACKITY!"

Bad was tackled to the ground as the roles reversed

"No! wAIT! QuackiTy!"

Bad squeaked as quackity squeezed his sides

"Hehehey! Nohohot fahahair" bad "complained" giggling freely as quackity giggled along with him

"Thats what you get bitch! Haha!" He said moving to his stomach

"H-HeHeY! LANGU-HAHaha Language QuackiTHehe!! HAHaha!"

Quackity laughed and blew a raspberry getting him back for the one the giggly demon did earlier

"HEHE STahaAhAP iHiHit you Muffinhehead!"

"Fuck, shit, bitch" Quackity teased him with cursing while moving to pinch at his hips

"LAHAHA- HAHAHA QUAHAHACITEHEHE LAHAHNGUE STAHAHAP NOHOHOT THEHEHERE!"

Quackity smirked "yes here! Tickle tickle bad! Haha!" He teased giving his signature playful laugh

"PLEHEAHASE!"

Quackity gave in and tickled his neck slowing the muffin loving mans laughter down to pure giggles

"Hehe"

Bad scrunched up his shoulders lightly

Quackity smiling and stopping getting off him

"That was fun" Big Q exclaimed smiling at bad as he sat up

"Yeah it was! But maybe you'll learn next time to not push the tickle monsters buttons" bad teased throwing some wiggly fingers in the youngers direction

"Haha yeah we will see about that bad" Quackity smirked happily

"BAD!"

Bad turned to see skeppy running at the two of them, Quackity rolled his eyes

'Fun's over' he thought as bad talked to his best friend

"SKEPPY! Hey!"

"Quackity, hello to you too" Skeppy said trying to keep his annoyed tone to a minimum

"I'll see you around bad" Quackity went to turn away but bad stopped him

"Wait!"

"Yeah?"

"Sleep with one eye open tonight"

Bad joked as the beanied boy laughed and walked off

"Bye bad!"

"Hehe Bye Quackity!"

"You really hang out with him?" Skeppy asked as the diamond boy walked away with his best demon friend

"Oh hush mr jealous he's not that bad"

"Pfft yeah right"

Bad smirked and rolled his eyes

"Lets go skeppy we got stuff to rebuild since creepers keep blowing it all up"

"Okayyy!"

A conclusion to a good day

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Hehe!! I hope you all enjoyedd! More to come! Definitely! :]

[krewbies]

hi! im desperate for some frenemies to lovers ANGST w my girl asami, honestly wldnt mind it being a korra x asami au, but x fem!reader is just as swell ! also , if its not too much to ask , id rly love some bolin x reader fluff bc i am such a simp for that boy 🥺🥺 the gay agenda™️ is top priority but ,, bolin 🥺🥺🥺🥺

ahhh i decided to go with a high school au cause why not! regarding bolin stuff, there is content to come 👀 i really hope you enjoy, i would’ve done some korrasami but i am honestly SHIT at writing stuff between two canon characters, good characterization is one of my weak points :/ also!!!! warning!!!! major mentionsof death!!!!

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You and Asami always held a sort of.... animosity for each other. There was no reason for the clear cut tension that hung between the two of you, but anyone would be able to notice it.

It’s not like you hated her. It was just, you, Mako, and Bolin had grown up together, you were basically an honorary sibling. When Korra had joined your trio in freshman year it had been enough of an adjustment, but Asami had felt like a tipping point that you just could not handle, ESPECIALLY after the whole love triangle situation that had almost torn the 5 of you apart in sophomore year. High school was shitty enough without shitty romances to go with it.

You guys generally could get along, too. You had a number of classes together, so you walked and chatted back and forth all the time, but thick tension always hung in the air when you did.

It didn’t help that she was disgustingly rich and attractive either. She practically had guys falling at her feet, and it pissed you off to no end. How could you be the only one?

“(Y/N), you’re missing the educational mover!” Your economics teacher, Mr. Varrick, had paused the movie specifically to call you out. You groaned, sliding down in your seat and throwing a hand over your eyes. “Third time this week! Get your act together...” He continued to mumble under his breath. Hell, was that man eccentric. He resumed the action on the screen, and you actually attempted to pay attention this time; this was your only time to learn in this class, after all. Mr. Varrick was an excellent man, but a horrible teacher.

From the seat next to you, the one and only Asami Sato laughed quietly, fiddling with her pen and side eyeing your slumped form. God, even her damn laugh was attractive, that woman was aggravating. Minutes passed and you couldn’t help but stare at the clock.

Mr. Varrick paused the mover and you couldn’t help but panic; he had a thing for calling principal Moon a little bit too often for minor student misdemeanors just so he could talk to her.

“Ms. Sato, can I see you outside?” He then promptly unpaused as Asami stood up. She glanced back at you, making her way up the aisle, and you attempted to give her a reassuring look, despite you low grade hatred for her.

Your teacher slowly and softly shut the door behind him... odd. He was a slam-the-door kind of guy. You rocked your knees back and forth, starting to get nervous for her. Stop. You don’t even care that much...right?

The door opened again, and he held a solemn look at his face. He raised a hand, ushering you over. You swiftly stood up, an odd feeling in your stomach, almost like you felt bad for her (which, you didn’t, obviously). 

It was a blur. Ms. Sato. Office. Father. Died. You froze. This couldn’t be happening, not to her. 

You found yourself wrapping you arms around her, despite her lack of tears. Maybe she was in shock. I mean, what could she do? What could you do? The walk was silent. You felt impossibly heavy as you walked with your arms wrapped around Asami. The fluorescent high school lighting gave you a headache. You couldn’t imagine how she must be feeling. 

She dropped to the floor, taking you with her, right outside the office doors. She let out a silent, breathless sob, choking on her own intense emotion. 

“Asami,” You felt for her, you felt your chest tighten as you watched your ‘frenemy’ lose all her composure, tears ruining her perfect makeup and her hands grasping your arms tightly. It wasn’t supposed to be like this, not for a girl like her, “I’m so sorry, Asami.” You choked out all you could manage.

All she could do was shake her head. All the principal would do was give her stupid, distanced condolences, and then she’d have to go home and face a world of hurt. “Let me take you to my house.” You blurted out. It was all you had to offer her. She nodded without even thinking, wiping her nose on her sleeve and letting you lead her out to your car instead.

You both took a solemn seat. Her silence was lost, forgotten as the car door slammed behind her. She reached her hand over, laying it in your lap, asking for anything. You took it gently, watching her closely, and leaned over cautiously to wrap her up in an awkward hug over the center console.

“Thank you, Y/N. I’m sorry you-” She gasped lightly, burying her head deeper into the crook of your neck. “-you had to see this.” She pulled away slowly, looking at you with a certain tenderness behind her red eyes and broken heart. You weren’t expecting it in the slightest, but she leaned in you, kissing the side of your mouth.

“Asami, are you-”

“No, I- I, you don’t realize how fleeting everything is or how quickly things change, and I... I’m sorry, I had to do that.” You nodded curtly, starting the car. Your chest was still heavy, and your heart still ached for Asami, but you would be lying if you said your heart wasn’t racing for another reason.

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okay im sorry this is honestly not great. i lowkey wrote this as a comfort fic for myself because my dad died recently and it was nice to write... what i wish my experience had been when i first found out? idk, i know it was depressing. i can write a part 2 if the ‘lovers’ part wasn’t accentuated enough (i know it wasn’t), just let me know!!!

[fluffyskies]

Appointment

Sanders Sides

Ship: Could be seen as Moceit

Category: Tickling [Tickle-fic]

Roles: Ler Janus, Lee Patton, mentions of Virgil, Logan and Roman

Summary: Patton wanted to spend one on one time with the others but unexpected messages make them cut the bonding time short.

Note: This is actually the first time I'm writing Janus/Deceit °v°.

Patton had asked Virgil if he wanted to hangout this morning so they were in his room cuddling and talking.

"Ahhh this is relaxing...." Virgil said quietly

"Yeah this is" replied Patton

"I don't ever wanna leave..." said Virgil

"Well you don't have to it's only 8:30" Patton said happily

"W-wait? 8:30??"

"Mhm, that's what I said"

"Oh no, oh no I'm late!" the anxious side said getting out of the warm and toasty blankets.

"Late for what?" Patton asked

"O-oh umm.....R-roman asked me to help him" he stammered

"With what?"

Virgil knew that Patton was just curious to why he was leaving so soon, but he was a bit embarrassed to say. So he came up with a lie and hopefully it was believable.

"To....to....to help him chose some clothes for a new outfit" Virgil said with an awkward smile.

"Oh ok then you go, don't wanna keep royalty waiting" Patton smiled

"Thanks Pat!" and then he was gone

Now that Virgil was gone Patton found himself wanting more bonding time. So he went to Logan's room to ask if he wanted to hangout.

On his way though he heard something unusual...was that laughter? Patton tried to ignore it but it was hard to not think about it. Once he arrived at Logan's door he knocked then asked if they could spend some time together. Which Logan happily agreed to and beckoned him to come in his room.

It had been about 15-20 minutes and Patton and Logan were playing a mind game. To Patton's surprised he was winning but Logan wasn't that far behind. He seemed distracted so he ask him if something was wrong, but he said it was nothing.

After about 10 more minutes Patton heard Logan's phone beep, he picked it up and handed it to him.

[Text]

Virgil- Hey specs your appointment is ready

Logan- Ah thank you but I'm with Patton at the moment and I'm not sure what to do

Virgil- Oh you can just use my little excuse but tweak it a bit so its not suspicious

Logan- I will thanks

"Oh my apologies Patton but I may have to excuse myself"

"For?"

"I'm afraid Virgil acquires my assistance"

"With what?"

"He wants a second opinion on Roman's outfit that he chose" Logan said clearing his throat.

"Hmm ok"

"Will you be fine?"

"Oh yeah, don't worry about me!" Patton said smiling

Logan just nodded and left in a hurry

And again Patton was left alone, it was getting harder to put on a smile because he just wanted to spend some time with the others. Now it seems as though their avoiding him? but he didn't want to think that was case.

Then just like before he started to hear laughter again.

Patton wanted to go and see for himself to why he was hearing laughter but he saw Roman in the living room.

"Hiya Ro"

The creative side turned his head and smiled

"Hey Padre"

Now Patton just had to know...if he was also going to have to leave.

"So are you busy?"

"Hmm, right now no but later I have plans"

He has plans, I wonder for what? Does it have to do with everyone? Is it linked to the laughter I've been hearing? Bunches of questions were going through his head.

"Why do you ask?"

"Just wondering hehe, anyway wanna hangout?"

"Sure"

Then both of them went to Roman's room. They were listening to disney music and singing along to them.

It had already been awhile and Patton was starting to keep an eye on when Roman had his plans. The only weird thing was Roman kept checking his phone like he was expecting a notification soon. Then soon enough his phone dinged and Patton noted the way Roman smiled and bit his lip.

"Hey Pat I'm afraid we have to cut this short I'm sorry"

"I know you have plans correct?"

"Yep" he said as he turned to leave but was stopped when Patton grabbed his tunic.

"Wait a minute"

"Umm y-yes?"

"What exactly are these plans?"

Roman knowing how Patton can be sometimes, handed him a blank piece of paper. When Patton was confused to why he handed him a piece of paper, he used that to escape before Patton had the chance to ask about it.

Patton looked at the paper it wasn't blank it had something on it. It looked like a phone number and it said 'Call to schedule an appointment with Doctor Giggles'. Who's that? Patton thought. So without question he quickly dialed the number in his phone.

When the person on the other side pick up they said hello

"Hi this is Patton Sanders"

"Hello Mr. Sanders" the voice replied

"I'd like to schedule an appointment"

"Oh excellent, your appointment should be soon I will contact you as soon as we're ready"

"Ok thank you" and then he hung up

Also when he was in the call he noticed Roman's laughter echoing through the phone but it wasn't that loud. That seemed to raise Patton's suspicion even more than it was.

About a half and hour later his phone buzzed. He picked up the phone and saw he got a message. Patton clicked the message and read it and it said 'Your appointment is in a few minutes the Doctor is ready for you, here are directions to the room.

Directions? Patton thought. So he followed the directions to the door. Patton took a good look at the door and he didn't recognize it. He knew the Mind Palace very well and did not recall ever seeing this room before, maybe Roman made it?

Patton was now ready to see what was waiting for him on the other side. He slowly opened the door and saw a silhouette of a person. It took a few seconds for his eyes to adjust to the different lighting and when they did Patton was surprised to see....

"Janus? is that you?"

"Hmm? I do not know this Janus you speak of...I am Doctor Giggles"

"But you look just like him" the moral side looked from head to toe and that was indeed Janus in a doctors costume.

"Well we might have sssome sssimilarities but I assure you that we are not the sssame person"

"Ok I guess I made a mistake" Patton knew he was pretending so he might as well go along with it as well.

"Anyway Mr. Sanders would you please sit down over here and answer some questions"

Patton nodded his head and sat down

"Ok question #1 how ticklish are you?" he said with a smirk

Of course not knowing the doctor would flat out ask this question caught poor Patton of guard. He struggled to answer and his face was beginning to turn pink.

"I-im pretty...."

"Pretty what?

"T-ti..ti.t...sensitive"

"Hmm ok" and he wrote it down in his note book

"Question #2 what are your favorite tickle tools?

And again Patton struggled to answer (poor little bean)

"I-I would have to s-say f-feathers and t-toothbrushes"

"Ok good" and he wrote that down

"Last question, what are your worst spots?

"W-what?" Patton said face getting warmer

"You heard me" the doctor smiled

"M-my thighs....b-be-stomach..and n-neck/ears"

"Ok good job now please wait here while I get the preparations"

"O-ok" Patton listened but he still confused on why he had to answer those questions.

When the doctor came back it finally occurred to Patton.

"So would you like to be restrained?" asked the doctor

"Kind of" Patton blushed. "Can I have my feet restrained...?"

"Csssertainly" he said as he got some rope and tied Patton's ankles. Patton watched with a wobbly smile.

"Nervous are we?"

With a bright vibrant blush he nodded

"Awe cute, well that's quite alright because since this is your first time here you would be a little nervous. But I assure you your gonna have fun" he said as he looked Patton's in the eyes.

All Patton could do was look hopeful squirming in place, anticipation jumping to a whole nother level as he watched Doctor Giggles pick up a feather. And that feather looked very very very fluffy.

Already Patton was giggling even at the sight of the feather and wiggling his toes. The doctor walks over to his feet positioning the feather right at his toes getting ready to saw at the sensitive skin in between.

"Are you ready Patton?" the doctor asked

"M-mhm"

Just as the doctor got his reply he started to saw the soft fluffy feather in between his ticklish toes. Making Patton giggle hysterically and he tried multiple times to catch the feather with his toes. But only to met with a buzzing electric toothbrush being stuck in between his toes instead.

"Eeeeeahahahaha!! Nahaha!"

The doctor grinned "Silly you can't do that or you'll get even more tickles"

Then tie went on and the doctor went to different spots eliciting many giggles. Squeaks when he brushed the feather on his neck or ears, squeals when he squeezed his thighs and the bubbliest laughter when he got his adorable tummy.

After about a half-hour later of this playful tickling it was over.

"Haaah that was fun!"

"Hmm glad you enjoyed yourself"

Doctor Giggles untied Patton's feet and helped him to his feet.

"Please come again some time" the doctor smiled

"I will!" Patton shouted happily as he skipped through the door, he'd definitely need to schedule more appointments

Hiya! Sorry I have made a t-fic in awhile 😣 I got caught up doing art so I apologize. But I hope you enjoyed I have another one coming soon! Have a nice day :D