#I’ll try to go Friday to the smaller one by us

[foldingfittedsheets]

So on Tuesday my wife and I dropped off the paperwork to register as legally married and as part of that I want to finally legally change my name. I haven’t used my deadname in decades and I’m so ready.

But the very nice lady at the Recorders office said we’d need to go through Social Security for name changes. Since we were already in the city we walked to the SS office.

The ground floor was like a TSA, with scanners and guards. They asked, “Do you have any weapons?”

We both did. My wife held out their cute Swiss Army knife which got an immediate pass. Mine caused more issue, though. It’s a cute little knife, it folds up to look like a leaf and unfolds into a blade. I showed the man and he looked gravely concerned.

When he asked to see it closer I obliged, folding it closed so I could take it off my key ring to hand over. And this man. This buff security man. Could not open my cutesy little knife to save his life. He futilely pawed at it from all different angles while I tried to say, “Look, you can see the hinge, just pull at the top…”

Finally he had to hand it back so I could open it for him. Then two other men came over and all three Very Serious Security Men in a Federal Building pored over my tiny cute knife with great intensity and concern. A ruler was produced and they conferred in hushed whispers.

I was honestly trying not to laugh when he finally passed it back and said I could keep it, but cautioned me not to pull it out. I solemnly agreed, returning my tiny weapon to my key ring.

#ramblies #ended up bailing on the security office though #it was very bad vibes and my wife was suffering #I’ll try to go Friday to the smaller one by us #I’d rather spend my days off with them doing nice things even if it means suffering a government office alone

[daycourtofficial]

Freaky Friday

Summary: based on this request - you and Azriel swap bodies, chaos ensues.

Warnings: allusions to sex.

Author’s note: this is just a silly goofy time for my silly goofy geese. Is this my best work? No. But it’s fun and goofy and who cares

You wake with a groan, your muscles feeling incredibly stiff and heavy. You drag yourself to the bathroom, eyes half closed with sleep.

Everything feels wrong. Your body feels so, so heavy as you open the door to the bathroom. You run some water, splashing it on your face as some fae lights come on.

You sigh, the water making you feel a little more alert. You shut the water off, bracing your hands on the sink, thinking about the mission from yesterday.

It wasn’t this bad - you really didn’t have to do all that much. You and Azriel spoke to a witch for cauldron’s sake - it was more of a test of your mental sparring than anything.

You brace yourself against the sink, remembering the nasty cut on your face. Right now you can’t even feel it, but you should still check on it, make sure it’s healing properly.

You look into the mirror, prepared to see a nasty gash across your face.

Instead you’re met with hazel eyes, tan skin, and onyx hair that are not your own.

And you scream. A deep, bellowing scream.

A moment later the door is shoved open, someone’s body making direct contact with it.

Rhys comes running in, having grabbed a knife on his way in, prepared for any threat that lingers. His violet eyes scan the room, searching for anything that can make his brother scream like that.

You turn to face Rhys, the weight of Azriel’s wings bringing you down. You’re able to look him eye to eye, the height of difference between you and Azriel making Rhys seem much smaller than he used to.

“Az?” Rhys ask, “what’s wrong?”

“I’m not Azriel.”

Moments later you find yourself in Rhysand’s office, not sure what to do with yourself as you try to sit on the couch, the large wings behind you making it hard to sit comfortably.

You accidentally sit on the end of a wing, yelping at the sensation and get up, delicately holding the wing so you can sit.

“Tell me everything that happened on your mission,” Rhys said, and you did. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary and everything went fine.

The two of you looked at each other, and Rhys decides to call Azriel and Cassian into his office to see if he can figure out what happened.

-

Cassian pats you on the head as he walks past you, much like he always does. You were much shorter than everyone else, not as short as Amren, but still quite small comparatively.

Then again, Cassian hardly ever met anyone he could look in the eye and not have to crane his neck to make eye contact.

It was your thing - he patted your head, you swatted his hand away, but that was it.

Until this morning, when you whirled around and landed a punch right on his jaw, taking the moment of deflection to grab his arm and flip him onto the ground.

He held his jaw in his hand, your name on his tongue. “What the hell was that for?”

You looked down at him, but Rhys’s voice breaks through both of your minds.

Come to my office please.

-

Cassian laughed. And laughed. And laughed.

Then he looked at the two of you, and laughed some more. You two sat next to each other on the couch in Rhys’s office, but so unsure of how to hold yourselves. His brother looked unable to hold up his own wings, and you looked so lost and alone, likely due to the loss of the shadows.

Feyre had joined the impromptu meeting in Rhys’s office, where no one could figure out why this had happened. And Cassian was certainly not helping things.

“Look I’m just saying if I swapped bodies with someone I’d fuck myself.”

“Cassian,” Feyre hissed, nodding her head to the door.

“Okay, okay,” he says, walking towards it. “I’ll go.”

Cassian leaves the room, but his laugh can still be heard down the hallway.

“Are the two of you going to be okay?” Rhys asks, looking over the both of you. You shrug, knowing there’s not really anything else you can do, meanwhile Azriel nods.

The two of you were taken away from your duties for the time being, which was probably for the best seeing as how you have no idea how anyone manages to hold their wings off of the ground and walk at the same time.

You were going bonkers in Azriel’s body.The shadows had no idea you weren’t their master, so they kept telling you everything. You had no control over them, so a good portion of them kept wandering over to Azriel stuck in your body. Their presence seemed to soothe him, and you wonder just how alone he feels without them.

You could hardly walk without dropping the massive wings behind you on the floor, so you mostly opted to stayed seated or lying down for the rest of the afternoon, staying in the library trying to figure out how you woke up in Azriel’s body.

You walk past Nesta on your way to dinner, the hulking mass you’re carrying around needing much more food than you were used to. You had the house give you an ungodsly amount of food during the afternoon, from snacks to fruits to nuts. You go to walk by, unaccustomed to the new body and slam into her, apologizing profusely.

She looks you up and down smirking, and you realize that everyone likely found this situation much funnier than you did.

Azriel came up to dinner not long after you did, and Cassian began making fun of you two again. Nyx turned to his mom, clearly confused about his Uncle Cassian’s jokes, when she explains to Nyx that the two of you had swapped bodies.

Nyx clapped his hands, the little princeling quite pleased with this turn of events.

“My wish came true!”

Everyone stops what they’re doing, utensils clattering on plates.

“Er what wish, sweetheart?” Feyre asks, her full attention on her son.

“I wanted them to switch bodies!”

Cassian bursts out laughing, throwing his head back as Nesta swats him on the chest.

Rhys is trying not to laugh at the predicament his son has created as he asks, “and why is that, Nyx?”

Nyx looks at you as Azriel and says, “she told me she wanted wings like Uncle Az’s so when we went to the fountain I wished she could do it!”

Cassian looks at Mor, asking, “so wishes actually come true from that fountain?”

After dinner you find yourself standing next to Cassian, looking him in the eye. You never realized that Azriel was a few inches shorter than Cassian. Cassian looked at you, watching as you move around, unable to stand still and he knows it’s you and not his brother.

“What are you doing, sweetheart?”

Nothing brought Cassian more joy than calling the shadowsinger ‘sweetheart’.

“It’s odd being this tall. I can look you in the eye just standing straight.”

The shadows dart around you two, constantly whispering to you. You would be able to understand them if it weren’t for just how many of them were trying to talk to you.

You swat at them, but even more come back to you, some hitting you in the face.

Cassian laughs, clearly amused at this entire situation. Feyre had taken Nyx back to the fountain to make another wish right after dinner, a wish that everyone go back to their original bodies, but the rest of you were left to wait.

You head into Azriel’s room, leaving Cassian and his teasing remarks behind. You leave Azriel’s bedroom door open just a crack so he can slip in moments later, still in your body.

You run your hands through your hair - his hair, the length reminds you. You look at yourself, not used to this arrangement.

“So uh, this should wear off at some point, right?”

“Right.”

“This is erm weird.”

“Yes, yes it is.” Azriel says, leaning back on his bed. The air in the room shifts, and a sickly sweet smell overtakes the room.

You gasp, hitting Azriel’s - your - leg, “Az, we are stuck in each other’s bodies and you’re getting horny.”

He moves up to you, sitting in your lap. “I can’t help it - it’s your body. You’re so needy.”

His legs straddle your lap, and as he sits down he lets out a quiet moan. You lean closer to him, smelling him, “oh gods, you reek of sex!”

A light blush coats his - your - cheeks, and he responds, “well if I’m stuck in your body, might as well enjoy the company.”

You roll your eyes at him and he starts grinding on your lap, “okay, I-I get it now why you like this so much.”

You laugh at him, as you begin to feel your own arousal in a way that is new.

The two of you spend the night tangled in Azriel’s sheets, exploring this jewel reality you’ve found yourselves in.

-

You woke up in your own body, thank the mother, and the two of you go to Rhys’s office to find Rhys, Feyre and Cassian already in there.

They all peer at you, the unspoken question in their gazes.

You beam at them, “I am myself again.”

Azriel huffs, “I’m glad I can actually reach things again.”

You pout, hitting him on the arm, “hey, it could have been worse. You could have been stuck in some ugly person’s body.”

“Yeah, like Cassian.”

You two chuckle as Cassian’s face gets an irritated look on it.

You and Azriel leave the room, and Feyre turns to Cassian.

“Do you think they had sex last night?”

Rhys turns to Feyre, “there is no way they didn’t. They’ve been sneaking around for months.”

Feyre gasps, “no they have not!”

The two bicker back and forth over whether or not the two of you have been hooking up, and Cassian is uncharacteristically quiet.

“Did you hear anything, Cass?”

Cassian is brought back to the present, telling them he hadn’t heard anything. Truthfully, he knew you two were sneaking around, but he kept it to himself, worried the teasing might mess things up for you two.

You and Az skip off down the hall, both of you going into your room to explore all the things you found out about each other, and Cassian laughs lightly to himself, thinking about all the ways he’ll tease the two of you.

But that’s for another day. Another day when he feels like his brother’s insecurities won’t eat him alive. Another day when his brother will feel like he deserves you.

Another day.

#acotar fanfiction #azriel x reader #azriel x you #azriel #azriel fanfic #azriel fluff #acotar writing #azriel x y/n

[bagopucks]

A. Matthews - Needs Approval

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Auston Matthews x Reader

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Word count: 3.4k

Warning(s): itty bitty happy crying

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“Alright. We have plans.”

Spontaneity was not something I knew Auston for. So when he came through my front door with these ‘plans’, I had to refrain from looking too surprised.

“Auston, you can’t just blow through here unexpectedly, trying to take me out. I have a kid-“

“No, that’s who I’m looking for.”

My face lit up in shock and slight amusement.

“Sad is the day a woman is outshined by her son. To the man of her dreams, I have become but a mere oracle to consult.”

“Okay, Shakespeare.” Auston smiled, walking over to help me pick up Hudson’s few toys scattered across the floor.

“What are these plans?” I asked, watching him sit next to me.

“I was gonna take him to see that new kids movie.”

“Is there a reason I can’t go? I mean- I’m all for the bonding, but.. I’m a little surprised there’s no invite.”

“Well.. ya know I just thought,” Auston shrugged, “give you a night to yourself. Maybe you could call one of your friends, or- you could always go to my place and hang with Felix. Whatever you want.” I couldn’t quite tell what he was hiding, but I knew it was something. Auston didn’t like to make eye contact when he was avoiding a topic.

“You know I go stir crazy when you boys aren’t around.” I teased, gently nudging his leg with my foot.

“I promise I’ll invite you to the next movie outing.”

“Alright. He’s coming home from a friend’s house. They were working on a project.”

“What kind of project?” Auston glanced up at me before setting another toy into the tub Hudson had designated to his action figures.

“A science project. Creating your own habitat. He and his friend are doing something Arctic with penguins and polar bears.” I smiled, recalling the creativity Hudson had been blessed with. He had so many materials he wanted to use, and so many great ideas.

“He asked me if you could get him a little plush of Carlton so they could set it up in the hall by their habitat.”

“Sounds cool. I’ll definitely get one when I can.”

“By next week.” I was quick to add. “They’ll need it by Friday. That’s when the project is due.”

“I feel like two weeks is a long time for a project like that.”

“Not all kids can be as smart as the one we’ve been raising together.” I didn’t miss the way Auston’s eyes lit up. Then a sheepish smile took over his lips.

“That makes us sound like bad people.” He commented.

“But not bad parents.” I would never tell another person that my child was smarter than theirs, nor did I ever feel as such. I was aware all kids grew and learned at their own pace. But at times it was nice to admit that Hudson was such a curious and driven child, always eager to learn. It was nice to admit Auston and I were shaping a pretty successful child.

“So we’re parents now?”

“Auston, you’ve been here long enough. I’m not ignoring what’s in front of my face. You’re a father to Hudson. You know what he told me the other night?” Auston stopped what he was doing to focus on me. “He told me he wished you didn’t have to bring clothes over all the time. That you could just stay here and be with us every day.” I smiled and tossed another toy into a smaller bucket. “He also said he really loves your house. He said he loves when you have sleepovers there, because he can swim and have ice cream all day.”

“I feed him other stuff!” Auston laughed, shaking his head. “That kid. I promise I feed him other stuff.”

“I’m not too worried about it.” I admitted with a shrug, reaching for another toy. I glanced up at Auston, watched the way his eyes went blank, staring me down. I didn’t ask. Usually he spoke his mind. So I waited, going back to tossing toys in the bucket.

“Do you want me here?”

“You’ll have to explain a little.”

“If we ever move in together. Do you want me like- in this house with you, or do you want to live with me? Or we could get our own place.”

“Change is gonna be a little hard no matter what we do. But I think what’s best is searching for a new home together. Something that’s ours equally. I want a new house, with new memories. Unless that’s too expensive.”

“No, I totally understand. And nothing’s too expensive.”

“We’ll buy a place we agree on. And as much as I love the modern touch of your house, I still want something that feels like a home.”

“Whatever you and Hudson want.”

“I’ll let you have a man cave.” I teased, smiling at his quiet laugh. We had time to discuss it. We were in no rush. We had just only started talking of marriage a month ago. We actually had to get married before anything else. At least that was the next step Auston and I agreed on.

“Do you want any more kids?”

“Are you kidding?” I laughed, resting my hand on the floor to support my weight. “Every time I see you with Hudson I think I want another kid.”

“But after the change?” Auston asked.

“Yes.” I picked up the last action figure and set it in the small bucket. A small test. I knew Auston would pass it before his hand even reached into the bucket to remove the figure, tossing it into the bigger one. “I want Hudson to feel comfortable in a new place, and feel secure before we go making any additions.” I watched a brown curl fall out of place. “It’s important that he feels like your kid before we have any others. The last thing I’d want is for him to feel like you’ll love him any less.”

“I could never. He’d be my kid just as much as the others.” Auston slowly leaned back to lay on the floor. I made my way over to lay with him, resting my head on his chest.

“Others plural?”

“At least three.”

“Three between us?” I gasped.

“No! No. Like- Hudson, and then two others.”

“Why three?”

“‘Cause kids that grow up in families with just one sibling- they end up weird.”

“What?”

“My first example is Mitch.”

“Auston!” I scolded through soft laughter. “He’s not weird.”

“He’s pretty weird.” Auston chuckled, warming my heart with the way his body moved beneath me. I lifted my hand to check the time on my watch. A sigh fell from my lips. We’d only just laid down, and already we had to get up.

“You wanna come stand with me on the porch? Hudson’s gonna be here soon.”

“Boy do I.” Though Auston’s words were teasing, I knew he was excited. I stood up and helped him off the ground. I walked toward the door and unlocked it while I put my slippers on. Pulling the door open, I walked out onto the porch, Auston close behind.

“What time do you think you’ll be getting back?” I asked as I pulled the door shut.

“Probably around eight? If thats not too late.”

“Eight is just fine. Maybe hold off on the sweets though if you get movie snacks.”

“What do you mean if? You always get movie snacks.” I laughed at Auston’s argument.

“The popcorn is pretty good.”

“And the little chocolate crunchy things.”

“The Buncha Crunches?”

“Yeah, those.” Auston nodded. I leaned against the porch rail, and Auston mirrored my stance next to me.

“He’s gonna be so excited to see you.”

“Oh, quit that.” Auston bumped his hip against my own.

“You don’t understand how much he loves you. Or how much he misses you. When you’re on road trips. And how scared he gets when he thinks you’re hurt.”

“I’m always a call away.”

“Yeah I know. I just hate not knowing your schedule when you’re in another city.”

“Shoot me a text.” Auston rested his hand atop my own. “You’re a first priority. I’ll always text you back fast.”

Our conversation was cut off as a car pulled into the drive. The back window rolled down as Hudson hopped out with his book bag. His friend waved and shouted goodbye.

“Thanks for the ride Mrs. Haleigh!” Hudson bounced up the driveway, but the second he turned in our direction, his speed picked up. I waved to Haleigh before she pulled out of my driveway and left.

“Auston!” He climbed up the porch steps and dropped his bag.

“You mind if I steal ya for a bit tonight?” Auston asked, holding his hand out for their elaborate handshake.

“Did you ask mom?”

“Of course I did.”

“Can I put my stuff inside?”

“I’ll get it.” I answered quietly, laughing. “I’ll take a hug first before you leave.” I added quickly. Hudson was swift to spin around and hug my legs. “Be safe. And listen to Auston.”

“I always do.”

“I’m serious.” I pulled away to grab his bag from the floor.

“I’ll see you boys later.” Hudson was already jogging down the stairs by the time I turned to Auston. I rested my hand beneath his chin and guided his lips to my own. “I love you.” I whispered.

“I love you too.” Auston smiled, pressing another quick kiss to my lips. Hudson had never been one of those kids to gag or groan. He usually just smiled or looked away. I had no doubt it was because of his happiness. He didn’t grow up for five years with a proper example of love. He was content with knowing love provided happiness. With understanding that we had a good situation.

“Ready, Hudson?” Auston finally followed the kid down the steps.

“Yes!”

I gave one last wave before they left. When the silence set in, I felt both at ease and antsy. I decided to slip back inside to find something to busy myself with.

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“So what snacks do you want?”

“Can we get gummies?”

“I’m cool with that. What about slushees?”

“Oh! Blue!”

Auston followed and enforced every rule you did. Almost every rule. When it came to movies, he didn’t give Hudson a sugar limit other than what would make the kid sick. And when it came to hockey, Auston told Hudson sometimes cursing was appropriate. Hudson however, was keen on saying words and phrases you told him never to say. Like “stupid” and “jerk.” Hudson knew of curse words, but they weren’t well rounded in his vocabulary yet.

“Did you get that?” Auston asked the woman behind the counter, who smiled and nodded.

“Cute kid.” She complimented.

“He’s my girlfriend’s.” Auston used to love the attention in Toronto. Girls always managed to find him, speak to him, contact him. It brought a lot of confidence, and worked wonders on his ego. If he was honest with himself, Auston didn’t know what he was getting into when he first met Hudson. Auston always said he wasn’t opposed to meeting somebody, he just never found the right person. Turns out his right person was actually two people. Now he only needed one love to make him feel like a million bucks. And the admiration of the kid standing next to him, trying to gnaw open a bag of gummy worms.

“You think mom’s okay on her own?” Hudson asked after Auston had paid, and they were handed the rest of their snacks.

“I think she’s doing just fine.”

“How’s come you didn’t invite her?” Auston led the kid toward the theatre corridor.

“‘Cause I just wanted to have a fun night with you.”

“You always invite mom.” Auston sighed, glancing down at Hudson.

“I have a really important question for you.”

“How important?”

Auston had to pause, thinking of a good comparison.

“Like.. Stanley Cup important.” He found amusement in the way Hudson immediately looked up at him, wide eyed.

“Dude…” Hudson whispered. “That’s pretty important.”

“I know.”

“Why do you need to ask me?”

“Because right now, you’re kinda like.. the keeper of the cup.”

“That’s cool. What does he do?”

“He protects the cup. Makes sure it doesn’t get any scratches. Travels everywhere with it, and keeps an eye on it.”

“Well that sounds like a pretty boring job.”

“Yeah, but its important.” Auston paused as he pulled the door to their theatre open.

“So what are you asking me?”

“Well I can’t tell you right now.��� Hudson groaned as he walked up the isle into the theatre, Auston following close behind.

“Why do I have to wait?”

“I wasn’t gonna bring it up until after we watched the movie.” Auston reasoned as he helped Hudson find their seats. Hudson’s silence was a bit out of character, but Auston let it slide. Once they got comfortable, Hudson turned to him.

“Nobody’s ever told me I’m as important as the guy who watches the Stanley Cup.” He admitted softly.

“Well I’m glad I got to be the first.” Auston smirked, reaching for the extra straw he’d stuffed in his pocket.

“What’s that for?” Hudson asked, watching as Auston peeled the wrapper off and crumbled it up. They made brief eye contact before Auston stuck the straw in Hudson’s slushee and took a sip.

“Hey!” Hudson laughed quietly, and soon Auston was laughing too. “That’s not fair!”

“Yeah, we’ll I paid for it, pal.”

“You’re mean,” Hudson teased as he swatted the bill of Auston’s hat.

“I only do it cause I love ya.” The words left Auston’s lips before he could really think of them. He looked away almost immediately, holding his breath and trying to act natural. A kid can smell panic from a mile away. But instead of Hudson asking any more questions, or teasing, he let out a big old sigh and looked forward as well. Auston saw him smile from the corner of his eye. Then he felt a small hand rest on his arm.

“I love you too.” Auston could hardly contain his smile, and he was still grinning like an idiot as soon as the movie began.

The boys sat quietly through the movie, though admittedly Auston missed most of it, replaying the quiet moment he shared with Hudson over and over again in his head. He’d worked hard to earn Hudson’s respect and acceptance. He worked hard to fill a role he knew he hadn’t been prepared for.

When the movie ended, Auston knew he’d have no trouble asking Hudson his important question.

“That was such a cool movie.” Hudson beamed as the credits began to roll. Auston helped him gather their trash before they left the theatre and threw everything away.

“Thanks for taking me out, Auston!” Hudson skipped along the tile floor in the lobby, careful not to step on any cracks. Auston laughed at his excitement. The kid was all hopped up on sugar.

“Hold up, Buddy.” Auston immediately reached for Hudson’s hand when the boy made it to the door. Hudson high fived Auston before pushing the door open.

“No, Hudsy. It’s a dark parking lot. Hold my hand.” Auston’s amused laughter was met with a bashful smile from Hudson, who slipped his hand into Auston’s. They were careful when walking across the parking lot, and Auston opened the front door for Hudson.

“My car seat’s in the back.” Hudson reminded.

“We have to talk first, little dude.”

“Oh! Oh yeah.” Hudson climbed up into the front seat, before Auston walked around the car to join him on the other side. He pulled his door shut and turned the vehicle on.

“So, this big question.”

“Yes.” Hudson pulled his legs up onto the seat to fold them up, turning to face Auston.

“You ready for it?” Despite his certainty that he’d get a yes, Auston still felt nervous.

“Yes!” Hudson insisted.

“Alright.. I want you to be honest with me. Like completely honest. Okay?”

“Just ask, Auston.” Hudson urged. His impatience got the best of him.

“Is it okay if I marry your mom?”

There was a beat of silence. Hudson taking time to process the question, while his wide eyes studied Auston’s face.

“You wanna marry my mom.” Hudson repeated.

“Yeah? I really love her, Aus. And I love you. I’d love to join your little family.” Auston fidgeted with his own hands, occasionally glancing down to avoid the steady gaze from the kid across the console.

“So you mean like.. I’m gonna have a dad? Like a real dad?” Auston immediately looked up.

“Of course, Hudson. That’s what I’ve been trying to do.”

“I’m gonna have a dad.” Hudson’s features shifted from excitement to shock, then he couldn’t sit still. His hands pulled at the fabric of his pants, seemingly distressed as tears clouded his vision.

“Hudson?” Auston immediately reached across the car to rest a hand on the boy’s arm. “What’s wrong?”

“I’m gonna have a dad.” Hudson cried out, the tears spilling down his cheeks. Years of confusion and grief, always feeling like he was missing out on something. It was finally coming to an end. Hudson’s mind could only focus on one thing. Having a second parent.

“Buddy, come here.” Auston gently guided Hudson forward. The kid practically climbed over the console and right into Auston’s lap, wrapping his arms around the man’s shoulders to sob against his collar. Auston held onto Hudson like his whole life depended on it. The situation choked him up, but he kept a brave face. At least he thought he did, until he felt a few tears of his own sliding down his cheeks.

“Hudson,” Auston forced the word from his lips. He knew Hudson would be happy eventually, but the pain had to come first. Kids were too young to completely understand their emotions. Hudson’s tears came from fear and relief. Relief of knowing the wait was over, and fear of not understanding why that made him want to cry. He just needed to let it out. Auston learned he was pretty good at sitting and waiting for that.

“I gotcha, Hudson. You wanna take a few breaths for me?” He felt Hudson’s choppy breathing stop for only a moment before it started again. He was listening.

“Those were pretty bad breaths, dude.” Auston teased softly, sniffing quietly, a quiet quivering laugh falling from his lips.

“Shut up.” Hudson pouted, his voice broke as he spoke. He gently punched Auston’s shoulder.

“You wanna try that again?” Auston moved one of his hands from Hudson’s back to reach for the hand that hit his shoulder. Hudson only tightened his grip.

“I just-“ he hiccuped. “I just wanna hug a little bit longer.” He whispered.

“You got it.” Auston nodded, wrapping his arm back around Hudson.

At some point, Hudson’s legs grew tired, and his grip on Auston finally loosened. So, the hockey player took his chance to help Hudson lean back, a smile on his lips as he pulled the sleeve of his sweatshirt over his palm.

“You okay now?” Auston asked as he wiped Hudson’s face with his sleeve. Hudson managed a smile and nodded.

“I’m really happy.” Hudson finally admitted, though his voice sounded as though another round of tears were close behind.

“You can’t tell your mom, okay? You’re gonna help me with everything, but you can’t tell her.”

“I can do that. I won’t tell anybody.” Hudson spoke as he stood on the seat between Auston’s legs, leaning back against the steering wheel.

“Betcha didn’t expect me to ask that kinda question tonight. Did ya?”

“That’s bigger than the Stanley Cup.” Hudson giggled quietly, still sniffling as he rubbed at his face.

“I know. That’s why I had to ask your permission. You and your mom mean the world to me. I wanted to make sure you were okay with it first.”

“It’s okay with me.” Hudson clarified, as if he needed to. “You can marry my mom.”

“You know.. as her son, you’ll get the third piece of cake in the wedding.”

“Who gets the first and second?”

“Me and your mom.” Auston helped Hudson back across to the passenger seat.

“You’ll share a little bit with me though.. won’t you?” Hudson’s question made Auston scoff out a laugh.

“We’ll talk about it more when the time comes.”

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Pairing: Wolfstar x Reader Word Count: 10.3 K Warnings: none Prompt: You finally throw the magical party that you'd been planning for Marlene. The night gets even more bewitching as you engage in a series of party games, including a daring game of Potion Pong and a spirited game of truth or dare. As secrets are unveiled and dares become more challenging, the first sparks of romantic tension begin to ignite. This IS a wolfstar x reader fic, but it's incredibly slow burn. They won't start all dating each other until we're very deep into the story, but I promise the long wait will be worth it. THIS EPISODE CAN ALSO BE READ AS A ONESHOT

Fooled Around and Fell in Love

Thanks to Peter’s retellings of the Gryffindor try-outs, you’d gone from the new girl in sixth year, to a little bit of a quidditch celebrity. Some smaller kids would go see the Quidditch Practice, and according to James, he’d even seen some of the players from other groups trying to get a glimpse at you when you were in the Great Hall. Trying to measure if the stories had actually been real or if it was all just school gossip. 

A smaller Gryffindor girl even approached you once, to ask if it was possible that you taught her how to do the triple backflip you’d done last Friday. You had to awkwardly explain to her that you hadn’t done a triple backflip, but that you would be happy to help her get more confident on her flight technique someday. She’d gone back to her friends with a huge smile, her friends squealing when she told them the news. 

“Peter made me into some kind of celebrity,” you complained to Mary as the two of you walked to the courtyard together. You had teamed up with her for your Herbology project, and you were on your way to the garden to find some dried leaves to turn into fertiliser. 

“No-uh,” she said, shaking her head “You did it yourself, love.”

“I didn’t go around telling everyone about the tryouts,” you responded as a pair of young boys passed the two of you, looking at you with wonder.

“But you slayed those tryouts by yourself! You did that backflip trick, not Peter. And he’s not the only one who’s been retelling the story all over the school. I heard Teddy tell his friends about you a couple of days ago in the common room.” 

“Well, either way, it’s hard to get used to all of this attention. In my older school, I wasn’t so popular.” 

“And you thought coming here and making friends with James Potter and Sirius Black of all people would let you blend into the background?!” 

“I kinda brought it onto myself, didn’t I?” 

“You’re gonna have to take that new-fund popularity and embrace it.” She said “Or you can just do whatever Remus does, he can somehow be a hot shot and still blend in the back when he wants to.” 

You raised your eyebrows, it was true, even when he was with the boys all the time, he tended to stay in his own little friend group rather than talking to everyone the same way Sirius and James did. 

“I’ll ask him sometime…” you said as you crossed the gates with Mary. Then leaned onto her, “Isn’t that Holden Crawford? Next to Alexander Wood?” 

She nodded, “you should invite them now that they’re together.” 

“Yup,” you said, giving her a small pat on the back and walking towards the Hufflepuff head boy. 

“Hey Alex,” you said with a smile. 

He turned to you, and smiled when he identified you “Gryffindor, aye?” He pointed at your tie. 

You nodded “I guess so,” you replied “I wanted to thank you for being so nice to me on my first day.” 

Holden, who stood next to him, raised one of his eyebrows “Ahh.. so you must be the infamous (Y/N) everyone’s been talking about.” 

“Infamous? Hope not!” You teased with a smile and handed him your hand to shake “(Y/N)(Y/LN), nice to meet you.” 

“Holden Crawford,” he replied, shaking your hand. 

“The Ravenclaw… seeker?” You asked with a bit of a smile. He raised his eyebrows in response “James told me all about the other teams. Gotta know who you’re going up against.” 

“And… you’ve done your homework.” You nodded. 

“Anyway, I gotta go…” you said pointing at Mary, and after a couple of steps, you turned back to them “Actually boys–“ you said walking back towards them “–this Friday the Gryffindor Tower is having a party. I’m helping plan it. It’s for Marlene’s birthday.” 

“Your beater…” acknowledged Holden. 

You nodded eagerly, Holden knew Marlene, that was perfect. “Yeah exactly! Anyway, I’m in the planning committee along with Mary over there,” you pointed at your friend “and I think it would be great to have you guys there. You know the more the merrier,” you said that last bit with a smile.

“I’ll come if you come,” Holden said to Alex. Who seemed to be thinking about it. 

“Come on,” you animated him. “It’ll be super fun, I promise! I’ll help pick the music out.” 

Alex finally nodded “Ok, we’ll see you there.” 

“Brilliant! 8 PM, Gryffindor Tower. Don’t miss it!” You chimed “Anyway, I am in the middle of picking up some dried leaves for herbology so I’ll leave you boys to your things,” You said before walking back to Mary. 

“So...?”

“They’re coming,” you said with a proud smile. “And Holden knows Marlene. As in, he instantly identified her as Gryffindor’s beater.”  

“Oh, she’s so gonna shit herself when she sees him at her party.” 

You nodded and the two of you walked inside the small green area to pick out some dried leaves, levitating them from their place on the floor and placing them on the satchel Mary had brought. You then walked together to the greenhouses and started the spell that would turn the leaves into a very potent fertiliser, even if it took some time. Professor Folly would evaluate you based on how efficient the fertiliser was in the end. And you’d found the recipe on an old book in the library, that promised to both potentiate the growth of plants and maintain them. 

September 10th, 1976

When the day of the party arrived, the air buzzed with anticipation. You were in the Gryffindor tower, along with Remus and Beth, attempting to decorate the area. Beth had asked her mom to send some streamers and she was magically sticking them all over the ceiling. You sat on one of the coaches and used your wand to blow some balloons that she’d also gotten from her mom. You had the idea to fill some of the balloons with glitter, and you’d blow them up when she arrived, leaving a trail of sparkly glitter all over her, and everyone else. 

“We’ll be finding glitter in our dreams after today,” said Remus as he sat down next to you with a box of tapes. You finished timing one of the balloons and leaned over the box to take a look at the stuff he had. Led Zeppelin, Bowie, The Clash, Queen, Abba, they had it all. 

“What will you choose?” You asked him, he pulled out a cassette with Sirius’s elegant handwriting and handed it over to you. “Marauder’s mix tape?” You asked. 

“It’s what we call ourselves,” he said “Sirius invented it back in the third year, it’s still a thing now.” 

“Fitting,” you said with a smile. And turned the tape to take a look at the songs. Smiling when you saw Rebel Rebel in the list. “

“He made this one over the summer,” he said pointing at the cassette, “and he brought a music player too,” he stood up “I’m going to go get it now, wanna help?” 

You nodded and stood up, walking behind him towards the boys’ dorm. “Excuse the mess,” said Remus as he let you into their room. He was being silly, there wasn’t much of a mess. Maybe some candy packaging on the floor and one of the beds wasn’t done. You saw a Queen poster on top of said bed. 

“Lemme guess,” you said pointing at the bed “That’s Sirius’.” 

Remus nodded “It was an easy guess.” 

You took that as a challenge and started scanning the rest of the beds, the one to the left of Sirius’ was well done, and it had a hard case for glasses on the nightstand, you pointed at it “James’” Remus nodded, with his eyebrows raised. You kept looking. Now there was a bed lousily made and one that was neatly done. The lousy bed had some parchments on top, along with a bag of chips. The other bed had a nightstand with some books, and a sweater folded over near the pillow, very neatly placed as well. You pointed at the one with chips “Peter’s, and the neatest one is yours, obviously.”

“Almost perfect, I’m next to Pads.” 

“But the glasses case?” You asked confused. 

“They’re for reading, my eyes get tired at night.” He then walked towards a dresser “Mind giving me a hand?” He asked, you nodded and walked toward it. It looked slightly heavy, but you placed your hands on the other side, ready to help him pull “Just make sure nothing from the top falls, m’kay?” He then pushed the dresser, with an ease that had you stunned. Maybe it just looked heavy. Behind the dresser, there was a small hole in the wall, filled with all sorts of things. From hand-rolled cigarettes, to prank supplies, and scary-looking vials with labels on them. 

“You’ve got a secret stash?!” You said surprised, kneeling down to look at it better “How? Does my room have one too?” 

“James blew up the wall while practising bombarda in 4th,” Remus explained “We didn’t want anyone to find out so we rearranged the furniture to hide it. Sirius figured it’d be a good place to hide stuff.” 

“Do you mind?” You asked, nodding towards the little hole, he shook his head and you grabbed one of the bottles “Shrinking solution?”

“We brewed it last year, Prongs and I stole it from Slughorn’s office.”

You grabbed another one “And…” you looked at the label “Vanishing Solution.” 

“Sometimes you gotta get rid of the evidence.” You laughed, Moving some things around, you found some dungbombs, neatly stacked. And behind them found a box of Peruvian Instant Darkness Powder. “Oh, and you’ve got some good stuff in there too,” you said as you grabbed a Magazine with a very dotted young woman –with nothing to cover her chest–, she had a seductive stare and blew kisses at you. 

Remus snatched it from your hands “Sirius must’ve put it there,” He said all too quickly, throwing the magazine under a bed.  

“Hey! I don’t judge,” you said, raising your eyebrows “It’s a boys’ secret stash after all.” 

“But I don’t–“ 

“–you don’t need to excuse yourself, Remus.” You said and pointed at the back “That’s it, isn’t it? the cassette player?” 

Remus nodded and pulled it out, dusting it off “We left it here all summer.” You helped him put all the things back in their place. Except for the dirty magazine that was still under the bed somewhere, and stood up, going back to the side of the dresser to push it back to its place. 

You tried to push it before he grabbed onto the side. But it was impossible, the dresser was heavy. At least for you, for Remus, who pulled it with ease back onto its place, it seemed like lifting a feather. You stared at him as he turned to grab the cassette player, he was tall, the tallest of the group, and he did have nice broad shoulders. Again, the sexy pirate analogy came to mind, but he didn’t seem particularly strong. He didn’t have thick muscles like James or Teddy. Which completely clashed with what you’d just seen him do. You shoved all those inconsistencies to the back of your mind and followed him towards the door. 

The two of you walked downstairs again, finding Beth still working on the streamers, as Remus went to set the cassette player on the farthest section of the recorder you went back to your balloons, levitating those that were ready all over the common room. As you were doing, you saw Lily and Mary arrive, they both carried snacks and other food things in their hands. Mary had a huge bowl and she placed it on the table Lily was arranging it, and she set herself to prepare a punch. “It’s Mary’s signature punch,” explained Lily “She makes it for every party, everyone loves it.” 

“I’m looking forward to trying it,” you said with a smile. When you were done with the balloons you rushed towards Lily and helped her finish the refreshments area.  

Sirius and James arrived later. Carrying several bottles in their hands. “Are you sure those are safe?” Lily asked, frowning at the bottles.

“Yes Lils,” said Sirius rather exasperated and turned one of the bottles around for her to see the label was still on “They were purchased in Hogsmeade.” 

“By who did you say?” 

Sirius smiled, “Nice try Evans, it’s still top secret.” 

“When is Marlene getting here?” You asked as you helped James with some of the bottles. 

“Tom is distracting her,” said Beth from somewhere. “She’ll be here at around 8:30.” 

“Well then, everything looks ready,” Sirius said with a clap of his hands “Imma go put on some nicer garments.” 

James, who was still wearing some Quidditch gear from practice, also left the room. You’d been allowed to skip after saying you felt bad, that way James entertained Marlene and you could focus on decorating the common room. 

Remus was already wearing casual clothes, while Lily, Mary and yourself went up to change. 

Once in party clothes, with glitter all over your eyes –that Mary had insisted you had to put on–, you went back down, finding some people were already making it to the party. You identified a couple of kids from your classes that were from other houses. Holden and Alexander were both already in the party too, which made you smile, nudging Beth so she was aware too. Then she smiled wickedly and leaned into you “I’ll go make some arrangements for later,” she said before disappearing in the swarm of people.  

“What’s she up to?” Asked Sirius, who somehow had ended up beside you. 

You shrugged in response “I wish I knew,” you said and saw him drinking from a black mug. “What you drinkin’?”

He licked his lips “Mhm.. this?” He asked, raising his cup “Wanna try?” 

You raised an eyebrow and grabbed for the mug, feeling his cold rings as your fingers brushed over him to take a hold of the mug, and pulled the mug up to your lips. You winced once you’d taken a sip, you were not expecting for the liquid to be straight-up iced vodka.

“You didn’t even try to water it down,” you complained, handing the mug back to him. 

He just shrugged “I like it, cools your throat down.” 

You rolled your eyes and pushed him gently “At least put some juice on it or something.” 

“It’s the expensive stuff, you’re not meant to water it down.” 

You rolled your eyes at his remark when Mary came out of nowhere and pulled your arm "Sorry Sirius, I’m taking her with me,"

You raised your eyebrows at that but followed alongside Mary, "What’s wrong?" You asked her preoccupied. She looked like she’d been running and had a blush on her cheeks, well perhaps running wasn’t it, you thought as you noticed her slightly dishevelled stance. 

"Nothin’," she responded casually, "I brought you here because I wanted to introduce you to someone," she pulled you into a corner "he was at the bleachers when you were on tryouts. I got good word he’s been wanting to meet you ever since."

Your eyebrow rose, yes the try-outs had been the talk of the castle for the past week, but someone wanting to befriend you after it… perhaps it wasn’t so incredible "Who is it?" you asked.

You felt a looming presence from behind and the two of you turned around, a very tall boy, probably as tall as Remus, was there, with a huge smile on his lips "(Y/N), this is Minho Yun, Minho this is (Y/N)."

You smiled and held your hand out to shake his, "Nice to meet you.”

He shook your hand “Nice to meet you too.” 

He started to talk again but Tom came rushing through the door like a madman “Everyone HIDE!” He roared as he jumped behind one of the coaches. No one moved, he stood up again “Marlene’s coming you whackheads, find a freaking hiding spot!”

“Shit,” you said before running towards a small closet-like spot hidden behind one of the wall rugs you’d found a couple of nights before after your quill sharpener fell out of your hands. But once inside you found yourself sharing the spot with someone else. “Puppy?” You asked when you smelt the same cologne you’d felt before. 

“(Y/N)?” He asked “What are you doing here? This is my spot!” He whispered-yelled. 

“Well then, move over so the two of us can fit comfortably,” you retorted, he adjusted himself a little, and you managed to fully enter the small space “Shouldn’t be long.” 

You could feel his hot minty breath near your forehead “So… how’s your potions essay going? Remus a good partner?” 

You nodded, realising later he probably couldn’t see you. “Great, he’s brilliant, I don’t regret switching with James.”

“You switched with James?” He asked shrugging “But Slughorn said–” 

“–We switched before,” you explained. “didn’t make a fuss about it like you. Sorry, you got paired with Slime-head tho. How’s it going?” 

“We split the tasks,” he sighed. “That way we don’t have to see each other more than necessary.”

“And quidditch practice today?” You asked. 

“Oh good, we missed you though.” 

You nodded again, perking your ears to see if Marlene had already arrived. Nothing. “Do you mind if I ask you why they call you Pads?” 

“Short for Padfoot.” 

You raised your eyebrows, looking up at him with “Yeah, I remember that was your nickname, but why?” 

“Sort of an inside joke, can’t really tell you without the boys all agreeing on it.” 

“Oh,” you said with a nod, turning your head back to the door, “must have to do with everyone’s nicknames then.” He nodded. You took a deep breath. You did not expect Marlene to take so long to arrive. “Do you still have the–?” 

“–here,” he said, handing over his mug, "you took a sip, and then another. 

You gave him back his mug and exhaled “Sorry to take your spot.” 

He shrugged, you did not see it, but you felt him, that’s how close you were standing “No problem,” he said honestly “I don’t mind you being all over me,” he teased. 

“Sirius!” You reprimanded, he chuckled. 

“But, in all honesty, love, I’m really happy that you came to Hogwarts.” 

You looked up at him again “I’m really happy I came too. You weren’t joking when you told me how amazing your friends were.” 

He bit his lips as he smiled, god he was stunning, even in the dark “They are, aren’t they?” 

And then you heard the portrait door open, giving Sirius a complicit look as the two of you jumped out of the hideout, alongside everyone else, Marlene was taken aback by seeing so many people “One… Two… Three!” You counted. 

“Happy Birthday Marlene,” everyone screamed, you waved your wand and half of the balloons blew up, sprinkling glitter over every single person in the room. You smiled when you realised the stunning shower of glitter. Some of it fell over Sirius's hair, he shook it off, like a dog would, causing more to drop over you. You closed your eyes tightly and nudged him “Sirius! It’s gonna get on someone’s eyes.” 

He gave you a look “Remind me, love. Whose brilliant idea was to have glitter shower over every single one of us?” 

You averted your gaze, annoyed, and nodded “Just be careful!” You said before running towards Marlene, holding her gift in your hands. You’d gotten her a Holyhead Harpies jersey, you remembered she’d mentioned it being her favourite before. 

When she looked at you, all filled with glitter she pointed an accusing finger “You weren’t sick!” You shook your head with a smile. 

Remus, who had walked closer to the two of you, smiled and placed a hand over your shoulder “She helped with the decorations.” 

“And Potter just… let it happen?” She asked. 

“He didn’t have much of a choice,” you said with a half smile “Happy Birthday Mars! I hope you have lots of fun!” 

Both you and Remus hugged Marlene and then retired to allow the people who were crowding her to give her their own hugs and gifts. You walked towards a less crowded area alongside the boy, and when you turned to him, you realised he had a piece of glitter over his lash, so you placed a hand over his shoulder, “something wrong love?”

You shook your head, “Lean down a little, yeah? You’ve got some glitter over your lash…” he complied and bend his knees until he was about your height, you carefully grabbed his head with one hand, to steady him, and used your other hand to take a piece of glitter away from it, looking at Remus so close, you realised how pretty he really was, he had beautiful chocolate eyes, with golden sparkles, that looked absolutely surreal, inhuman almost. He wasn’t pretty like Sirius who had a very ethereal, fae-like look to him, he had a more haunting and enigmatic look. But after a second, he gave you a questioning look, as if to ask if you were done, you nodded and pried your hands off him with an awkward smile “It’s done!” 

“Thanks.” 

After that some girl took Remus away from you and you went to sit alongside Lily, who was talking to Peter. 

“I think we succeeded,” you said sitting next to Lily, who scooted over to give you some space. 

“Totally!” She smiled, “Peter said he’ll bring the cake at 10:00 pm,” 

You leaned over to look at your friend “Need any help with that Pete?” 

He shook his head, “This… This 5th-year girl will help me, actually.” Both you and Lily rose your eyebrows. 

“Oh… Our Pete’s got a date…” you teased. 

He instantly went red “It’s not a date…” 

Now you shared a look with the redhead “Want some advice?” She asked, placing a hand over his forearm. 

“No… don’t worry about it,” he said, almost thinking if he should ask “We’ve been talking a bit, that’s all.” 

“That’s how it starts,” you said. 

Lily leaned back on the couch “Ah… young love, how beautiful it is.”

You laughed “What are you, 80?” You teased, “What about your young love?” 

“I don’t have any young love,” she said, standing up straight and turning towards you. 

“Yeah sure,” you scoffed. “There isn’t a messy hair, hazel-eyed boy pining for you at all.” 

Lily went red now “(Y/N),” she said, dragging out your name “We don’t talk about that!”

“But we should,” you told her, “don’t you like him back? He’s handsome! Not my type of handsome but handsome nonetheless.” 

“Oh yeah,” she teased “I know your type of handsome all right,” she said, eyeing Sirius, who was talking to Remus.

“Evans! Don’t you dare change the subject!”

She laughed at that “He’s just so… sometimes he can be exasperating!” 

You laughed, in the short time you’d known James Potter, sometimes might have been an understatement. He had his mind pretty much set most of the time, he was thick-headed and maybe a little unhinged, but he was kind, and so full of love for his friends it was hard not to imagine him making a lovely couple with Lily. 

“Hm… maybe he can make up for his bad traits in another way,” you suggested, the other way implicit in the tone you used, and she right up hit you with one of the pillows. 

“All right guys!” You heard Beth shout as she came down with a box in her hands “It’s playtime!” 

“Oh no,” you heard Lily whisper.

Beth finally reached the bottom of the stairs and placed the heavy box on a long table that you set out with some drinks “It’s time to play potion pong.” 

“Potion Pong?” You asked Lily, who looked distressed. 

“All right, gather up, we’re making two teams of four people “Marlene Love, you’re the birthday girl, so you’re playing yes or yes.” She then turned to you “(Y/N), this is your first time in a Gryffindor Party, so you’re also in. I’m playing duh, and Evans,” she said to Lily “You playing today, yeah?” 

“Last time I got a vomiting potion!” She complained. 

“No vomiting potions this time, don’t worry about it.” Beth said dismissively “Potter, you’re in, cause you let lovely (Y/N) out of practice to help with decorations, you, Ravenclaw boy,” she said as if she wasn’t well aware that Ravenclaw boy was Holden Crawford, Marlene’s crush “You’re playing too!” She looked around then, “Minho? Where you at? You said you wanted to play last time in the first round, yeah?” She asked out to everyone “He actually holds the resistance of potion pong title,” she explained, “and… Sirius? Wanna play?” She asked last. Sirius nodded, and you all gathered around the table. Beth divided everyone into two teams, She, Marlene, Holden and James, against Minho, Sirius, Lily and you. 

“All right, the rules!” She said as she started setting the table, bringing lots of vials with different colour liquids out of the box, opening and placing them in a triangle position in front of each side of the table “Simple game, each turn a player gets a ping pong ball, and you have to try and make it enter one of the vials with potions by bouncing it on the table at least once. If it goes in, someone from the other team has to drink the potion it fell on.” 

“What kind of potions–˝ you started to ask.

“–Well if I tell you then where’s the fun?” She said placing her hands over her hips in a reproaching manner “The team that drinks all the potions first loses. If a player is disabled, for whatever reason it might be, he still has to take a shoot in his or her turn. There’s no skipping players, and no cheating, so hand over your wands.” Everyone complied with her demand and she placed them all in a jar on the mantel. “Excellent, if we don’t have any questions, let’s get started.” She pulled out something from her pocket and opened her hand in front of everyone “These are magic beans, each of you gets one of them, you can take it if you can’t stand the effects of the potion, but only after you’ve spent three turns with the effect on you. And… you only get one,” she said with a wicked smile “so if you use it up with a potion that’s not that bad, then you’re gonna have to suck it up and deal with the next potions by yourself, sorry.” 

“And how did she come up with the game?” You whisper-asked to Lily. 

“Beth is pretty well known for her party games,” she responded, leaning into you “and she has the resources to make them all happen too.” 

Everyone walked closer to the table and picked a bean from her hand. Since you didn’t have where to put it, you handed it over to Sirius “Mind keeping this for me?” 

He nodded and placed it in his pocket. Beth spoke then “All right! Witches, wizards, It’s time to start. Mars, it’s your birthday, which means you shoot first.” 

Marlene nodded and grabbed the pig pong ball, shooting it towards the table and having it bounce very close to one of the vials, but failing her shot in the end. 

“It’s ok Mars, not everyone gets it in the first round,” Beth reassured her.

Minho took the ball next, bouncing it and shooting straight into a cup with light blue liquid. He smiled cockily while everyone who was watching cheered. “It’s gonna be you, love,” he said pointing at Beth “It’s only fair since you brought the game.” 

Beth shook her head with a bit of a smile and gulped the mixture down in one go. “Hic–“ she started, “I think it’s –Hic.” 

“Hiccup haze,” you concluded. 

James raised an eyebrow at you and mouthed “How do you know that?” 

“I used it on a teacher I disliked once,” you said with a shrug. 

Lily looked at you with her eyes open wide and her hands covering her mouth “Please remind me not to make you my enemy!” She said and you laughed. 

It was now James’ turn. He grabbed the ball and had it bounce against the table twice before it landed right on a cup, he made a small victory dance and looked straight at you, “Bottoms up, darling.” 

You rolled your eyes but picked up the pink-coloured cup from the table and took the potion in one go. Soon enough all the content in your mouth was turned into jelly, along with the liquid of the potion, “Uggh, I hathe thees slimy feelin’. ”  

Everyone laughed, it was your turn now, so you bounced the ball on the table and somehow scored. “It's payback mopherfugher!” You said pointing at James, who took in the yellow potion in one gulp.

Out of literally nowhere, James Potter turned into a cow. You laughed historically as you heard him Mo, almost choking with your jelly mouth. “Thers a coow pothion?” You asked in between laughter.  

Everyone in the room was laughing along, except for Lily next to you who looked mortified and James –the cow– who just mooed pathetically. And he would have to stay like that for a while. 

Beth was next, she didn’t score. Sirius followed, and he didn’t score either. Marlene’s turn came again and he finally scored, having Minho take the potion this time. He got a potion that made his voice come out in a series of high-pitched squeaks and chirps, like a bird. You giggled along with everyone. 

Sirius shot next and scored, having Holden take the potion, he drank the greenish liquid and shrugged, shaing his head as if nothing had happened. But when he opened his mouth a bubble floated from it, popping after it was just above everyone's head “I don’t think It had any effect,” the bubble said, finally letting Holden’s voice out. Everyone laughed. Then it was James’ turn. Beth moved a little to let the cow close to the table and placed the ball in its mouth. He let it go and it rolled pathetically on the table.

You pulled a face to him and grabbed the ball “Zorthy djaaames!” You said with a shrug and shot. You didn’t score. Beth took the ball and shot herself this time, scoring.

“You’ve-hic– been safe so far Lils –hic,” he said “Go –hic– ahead love!” 

Lily looked at the yellow potion with a frown and reluctantly drank it. Then she started staggering, as if drunk “Everything’s spinning,” she complained, so you walked towards her to hold her. Maintaining her steady. She grabbed the ping pong ball and somehow scored, this time Marlene drank the potion and she started glowing, literally glowing, shining like a lightbulb. 

A bubble came out of Holden’s mouth and popped “Wow Marlene! You really are the star of the party!” You laughed, your mouth was finally getting back to normal, and James turned human again, ending up sitting on the floor and mooing as he turned human. 

He quickly stood up, stretching slightly before he grabbed the ball and shot, having it go straight into one of the cups, he then looked at Sirius “You haven’t taken anything, have you Pads?” You exhaled, thinking he would target you after you made him turn into a cow. 

Sirius looked to the side but grabbed the vial with the black draught, drinking It in one sip. His hair suddenly turned red. He looked at James with an extremely distressed face “What have you done to me Prongs? You ruined my hair!” 

Everyone stared quietly and you handed the ping pong ball to Minho, who probably tried to say thanks but chirped instead. He shot and missed. Beth took the ball next, and shot, right into a purple draught. He gave you a look. “How’s the jelly mouth love?” 

“Almoth gone.” 

“All right, go ahead then.” 

You grabbed the mysterious looking potion and downed it in one go. Your face instantly lit up. giggle brew, you thought as a giggle escaped your mouth, you’d felt this before. A ticklish sensation spread all over your body, which caused another giggle to come out. Lily, who was still dizzy, turned to you with concern. 

But her concerned face looked so hilariously amusing, that it caused you to burst into fits of giggles, too difficult to contain. Then, then you saw Sirius, the beautiful Sirius Black with his hair bright red, oh he’d hate it if someone took a picture. Someone should take a picture, you thought and looked around trying to find someone who would. And there you saw it, Alex, your Hufflepuff friend, had a Polaroid in his hands. So you turned to him with a smile and shouted “A picture–“ you said, bursting into a breathy laugh in the end “Take a picture Alex,” you said, turning to him, holding Lily and having Sirius and Minho turn to the camera. By the time Alex clicked on the camera button to snap the shot, you had managed to place Sirius’ arms over yours and Minho’s shoulders, your cheeks flushed with joy, and eyes sparkling with mirth. 

When Alex handed you the picture you laughed again, you felt so much joy. The picture was absolutely hilarious and you laughed again as you looked at it. “Who’s turn is it now?” Asked James. Sirius grabbed the ball from your cup and took a shot, it landed right on a cup, splashing the two other cups left on his table, and you giggled again, finding it amusing. 

“Who’s drinking it?” Asked Minho, he’d finally gotten his voice back, you giggled remembering the squeaks and chirps. 

Beth did, and suddenly she was in slow motion, every movement seemed like it’d been slowed down, which only made you laugh even further. She took a shot and failed. Minho took the next shot and it landed on one of their cups. Marlene drank it and her tongue suddenly transformed into that of a snake. Hissing as she tried to speak. You tried not to laugh, you really did, it was her birthday after all, but you couldn’t suppress the wave of amusement that’d hit you and bursted into laughter again. 

Lily shot and missed. Beth shot, in slow motion, and it hit right on the cup. You laughed again. Minho downed it since he was the only one not affected by a potion at the moment. Well, Sirius only had colourful hair, but he was making a drama about it. Minho started tap dancing the moment he took the drink and you giggled yet again. 

Eventually, it was your turn again, and you landed the shot, effectively finishing the game. Beth walked towards you and placed a potion-shaped pin on your shirt. It said “Potion Master,” you giggled as you imagined yourself in Slughorn’s clothes, you couldn’t help it, all you felt was a state of sheer merriment and delight. 

Everyone started to take the beans Beth had given them at the beginning. Lily went straight to sit down to try and get a sense of stability and Sirius’ hair turned back to normal. You got close to him and grabbed a strand. “It was cute in red too.” 

He rose an eyebrow cockily, of course he would “Was it?” 

“Yeah,” you said in between breathy laughs. 

He grabbed your jaw in between his hands, you giggled when you felt his cold rings against your skin. “Open your mouth,” he ordered. 

“Kinky!” you responded with a smile, but complied “AAAhhh.” 

He instantly put the bean inside. You munched on it. Finally coming down from the high the potion had you in. 

Then Sirius leaned closer, still with his hand on your cheeks “Now love, do you still want me to be kinky?” 

You playfully pushed him back and used your finger to warn him “Don’t play games with me Black,” you said before walking towards Lily on the couch. 

When you were finally sitting down you saw Peter coming in through the portrait with a huge cake in his hands. A girl making sure he didn’t trip accompanied him. 

You smiled and started singing loudly “Happy birthday to you…” 

Everyone started to sing along “Happy Birthday to you… Happy Birthday dear Marlene, Happy birthday to you…” Marlene hadn’t taken her bean, so she was still glowing like a fairy as she blew on the candles with everyone around her, you noticed a flash from the camera and once everyone was back in their seats as Peter and Remus helped cut the cake, you took the photo they’d taken during potion pong again. 

You stared at it for a while, you looked so bloody happy it was insane “Did you like it?” Alex asked, approaching you. 

“I absolutely love it!” You told him with a smile “ You can really tell I’m drinking giggle brew tho.” 

He frowned, “I don’t think so,” he said, pulling out another picture from his pocket and handing it over. In this picture, you weren’t holding Lily yet, James was a cow and Sirius’ hair was black. Definitely, before you took the potion, but your smile, it was just as bright as in the other picture. You blinked a couple of times, looking at the picture and back at Alex “I regretted not being chosen to play,” he told you “You guys were having so much fun.” 

“I’ll make sure Beth picks you next time. Can I keep this one too?” 

“Hold up,” he said, grabbing it from your hands “Gemino,” he whispered, the picture split in two, creating identical copies. “I need to keep them for the yearbook.” He explained. 

But you looked at him surprised. “You just… you just used a Gemino Curse.” 

He smiled proudly, “You’ll see it in charms on 7th, It’s sooo useful.” 

“I bet! Is it too hard? Could you teach me now?” 

He seemed to think about it for a minute and nodded. Eventually, Mary came looking for you and dragged you to the table to get some more pictures taken along with the rest of the Gryffindor gang. 

Once the party was over, most people were gone except a few of the older kids. That’s when Beth came down with another small box in her hands. “It’s time for the last game of the night,” she said with a smirk and pulled out a potion from the box. 

“Is that… Veritaserum?” Asked Lily. 

Beth nodded “Welcome to truth or dare, where absolutely no one can lie.” 

Your draw dropped in shock “For real?” You asked, and Beth nodded. 

“Come on, we’ll sit in a circle.” she said with a smile “Those brave enough, of course.” 

“HOLD UP! What kind of dares?” You asked. 

Lily turned to you. “Any kind of dare. Last time I had to levitate every single one of the objects in the room.” 

“Yeah, this time might be a bit different. See everyone will write 3 dares and 3 questions on a piece of paper. And we’ll place them in these bowls,” she lifted a blue and a red bowl. “Then each turn you’ll choose truth or dare and pick one.” 

“Aha,” you said and walked towards her “What’s your plan?” You mouthed. 

“I’m playing matchmaker today,” she replied mischievously and nodded towards Marlene and Holden who were talking in the corner. 

“I see,” you said with a smile, you decided you’d become her accomplice, making sure all the dares and questions you wrote were relatively romantic. Little did you know your matchmaking would bite you in the back. “Who else is playing?” You asked.

“I’m in,” said Lily walking to fill up some papers “Mary, Marlene?” 

“We’re coming,” said Mary. Holden stayed by Marlene’s side and took some paper to fill out as well. 

“I wouldn’t miss a good truth or dare,” said Sirius, pulling Remus along with him. 

James and Peter joined you next, and eventually around 12 people had gathered along, all sitting in a circle. You sat right in between Lily and Sirius. Beth grabbed a glass and poured all the veritaserum inside, taking a sip and handing it over to the person next to her so they could do the same. Once everyone had taken a sip, the game started.

“Marlene, you’re the birthday girl, which means you go first,” she said looking straight at your friend, “truth or dare?” 

Marlene, who was sitting in between James and Holden responded “Truth,” and then went to grab a paper from the red bowl “It says, Which Deathly Hallow would you choose if given the chance: the Elder Wand, the Resurrection Stone, or the Invisibility Cloak?” She seemed to think about it for a minute. “Easy, all the other brothers died, I’ll take the invisibility cloak.” She turned to her right “Holden, truth or dare?” 

“Dare,” he said and grabbed a paper “Take a sip from the mystery potion left over from Potion Pong… How do I find that?” 

“Oh,” said Beth pulling something out of her pockets “Here it is,” she handed it over with a smile. 

Holden grabbed it and did what the potion told him “I think it did nothing,” he said, but then Marlene accidentally brushed her arm on his and he started laughing “Oh, stop, please! No tickles!” 

Everyone looked at him confused and once he finally stopped laughing Beth spoke “Oh, Maybe it was Ticklemania.” She then turned to Tom, who sat next to Holden “Truth or dare?” 

“Dare,” he responded and grabbed a piece of paper “Make a floating sculpture with items around the room, All right then, not that hard,” he said and started lifting random objects until he made a floating dolphin. “Your turn Beth.” 

She went ahead and grabbed a dare “Take off a piece of clothing and switch it with the player next to you.” She nodded and took off her scarf, switching it with Lily’s headband.

Lily grabbed a dare “Kiss the player to your right –on the mouth– for 3 seconds.” She then turned to you “To kiss… to kiss her?” She asked, shocked. 

Karma, you thought, you’d written that one. But if you called this one kiss off then all dares could be called off and your matchmaking would fail. So in order to succeed in this ordeal, you would have to kiss Lily. Not that you minded too much, Lily was very pretty, and she always smelled really nice too. 

“It’s what the dare says.” 

She exhaled but nodded “Ok,” she turned to you “Are you sure you’re ok with it?” 

You nodded and you both leaned in, locking lips together. It was over quite fast and all you could think of after, to lighten the mood, was to joke about it “Great kisser Evans.” 

She scoffed and lightly hit you in the arm “And you expected me to be bad? I’m offended!” You both laughed along after that. But it was your turn now. 

Everyone seemed to be avoiding truth so far, and to be honest you also wanted to avoid it, especially since you’d written some of these questions and you definitely did not want to respond them. So you went for a dare. “Perform a spell or charm that can entertain the other players in the room.” You nodded and used a spell to puncture the balloons, causing them all to make a funny sound as they blew all over the room, you leaned down when one of them passed over your head. You smiled when it was done and made a bit of a bow before sitting back down. 

“Sirius, Truth or dare?” 

“Truth?” He said before grabbing one of the papers “Have you ever used magic for personal gain or to break the rules at Hogwarts? If so, explain the situation.” He laughed right after reading “Which one do I even say?” 

“Oh, tell them about the clock,” said Peter. 

“No, tell them about the time you got Peeves to help on a prank.” 

“Yeah guys, go ahead please, continue telling everyone about ALL the pranks we DIDN’T get caught doing. What could go wrong?” Remus said exasperated. 

“I know,” said Sirius “One time, we created a rainy cloud and enchanted it to follow around some disagreeable Slytherin students.” 

Minho, the only Slytherin in the room, laughed first “Oh! That explains so much. Severus was so pissed that day, but he had no way of proving it was you.” 

Sirius nodded, surprisingly, even if Minho was a Slytherin they seemed to be pretty good friends. Maybe it was because they were both beaters. What you didn’t know is that Minho had been the one to help them get the alcoholic beverages, since he was in 7th and had already turned of legal age, all the Marauders had become his friends like that. 

“All right, Moons, your turn,” Said Sirius. 

“Dare,” he responded without beating an eyelash and grabbed a piece of paper “Give a 10-minute foot massage to the person on your left?” 

You laughed when Sirius threw him a teasing look. 

“A FOOT MASSAGE FOR PADFOOT?! WHO EVEN WROTE THIS DARES?”

“Who cares? I get a free massage,” said Sirius as he was unlacing his boots. Remus sighed. Finally, Sirius took his boot off, showing a pair of colourful Gryffindor-themed socks. That’s what you call commitment to a brand, you thought. Sirius then turned his feet towards Remus and let his head fall on your leg “Do you mind?” He asked looking up at you, you could see his dark lashes framing his stunning icy blue eyes, but also noticed how he asked after he had already gotten himself all comfortable.

“No really,” you replied, and he nodded in response, closing his eyes as Remus started rubbing his feet. And damn were you a little jealous as you saw Remus pressing his strong hands on Sirius’s feet, he was clearly, really good at massaging. Sirius’ face told you everything. 

Then it was Imogen’s turn, a Hufflepuff girl you’d shared classes with before. She was very smart, you remembered. She picked truth and grabbed a paper “Fuck, Mary, Kill: Slughorn, Kettleburn and Nightshade.” She said, “Ummm… I’d murder Slugorn, fuck Kettleburn and Mary Nightshade.” 

“You’d fuck Kettlebrun?!” Asked Beth shocked. 

“Between him and Slughorn? Every single time!” Imogen responded. 

“And you’d marry Nightshade?” Asked Peter. 

“Who wouldn’t marry Nightshade?” 

You nodded to what Imogen was saying “No, no, Imogen has a point,” you said pointing a finger at her “Seraphina is stunning.” Sirius looked at you with a raised eyebrow, he still lied his head on your right leg “She has this grace to her, she’s like a ballerina.”

“She was a ballerina,” Said James as he munched on something.

“Really? How do you know?” 

“She’s friends with our parents,” explained Peter, and grabbed a paper himself. He also chose truth “Do you like anyone? If so, say who it is.” Peter was instantly red and looked around as if checking if a particular person was still in the room, he took a deep breath once he was sure, and let himself speak “Yes there is, it’s this very pretty Ravenclaw girl from Fifth called Annabeth.” 

“Annie Doxon?” Beth jumped from her seat “You have a crush on my cousin?!” Peter nodded, still shy. “Ok then, you break her heart, I break your nose.” Peter nodded, he knew Beth wouldn’t be too excited about it anyway “But I’m happy, at least you’re a good guy, I’m sure you’ll treat her well,” she cheered “Potter, you’re up.” 

James grabbed a dare and after reading it out loud he tied his shirt over his belly and started belly dancing as best of his ability allowed him. And surprisingly, he was actually pretty good at it, which had everyone laughing. You leaned over to Lily, careful not to disturb Sirius, whose hair you’d started playing with at some point and whispered “Bet he’s got some sick moves in the bedroom too,” she gasped and hit you lightly, turning red as a tomato. Which just caused you to laugh even more, Lily was definitely going to end up with James Potter. And they’d probably have the cutest children. 

Eventually, it was Marlene’s turn again, she chose dare and ended up giving Holden a massage, and Holden had to hold hands with her for the rest of the game when he got his dare. By the time Mary was taking her paper, the sand clock you’d set to measure the 10 minutes Remus would rub Sirius’ feet was over and he shoved Sirius’ feet off his lap.

“Oi, a bit more careful there Moony!” He complained as he finally sat up straight again. 

“Yeah?, well I’ve had enough of your stinky feet,” Remus retorted. 

“Take that back, My feet are NOT stinky!” He then turned to you “Are they Love?” 

“Sirius, no matter how much I appreciate you, I will not be smelling your feet.” 

He pouted and was about to speak again but got interrupted by Mary “Fuck James, marry Remus, Kill Sirius,” she said carelessly. 

“Who put our names in the–“ Remus started. 

“–You’d kill me? But I’m beautiful!” Sirius gasped. 

“I wouldn’t wanna deal with the drama,” she responded simply. 

“And I’m certain I’d be a better lay than Prongs too.” 

“You wish,” James snapped and threw a pillow he had at Sirius’ face. 

“LOOKS LIKE IT’S MY TURN!” Said Tom with his hands extended to the sides to get everyone's attention. He took a truth as well. “Name a teacher you’d hate to see naked and a teacher you’d like to see naked. WHO WROTE THIS?! You guys are sick. I’d hate to see Slughorn naked. I’d like to…” he shuddered “I don’t want to see any teacher naked.” 

“You have to name someone,” argued Imogen. 

“But–“ 

“Name it, Name it, Name it,” everyone started to choir. 

“Professor Spellman?” 

“Profesor Spellman!?” Asked Peter confused. 

Tom shrugged, “I bet he’s ripped under those robes.” 

Everyone laughed. On Beth’s turn, she had to do a cartwheel and then it was Lily’s turn, she went straight for a dare “Kiss for 30 seconds, whoever is in front of you,” she said looking up from her seat and discovering it was none-other than James Potter. 

You tried to hold a laugh. And patted her on the back, she turned to Beth distressed “Can’t I just Kiss (Y/N) again?”

“Can’t stop thinking of me, huh?” You teased with your eyebrows raised, Sirius’ personality was rubbing on you. She gave you a reproachful look, as if asking for help. 

“Rules are rules love,” said Beth and motioned for Lily and James to get closer together. She awkwardly did, James just stood in his place, frozen in shock. 

“I– I’m gonna start, m’kay?” She asked James.

He nodded awkwardly, and in an instant, they were locking lips. Their kiss was nothing like yours and Lily’s, just a peck and then done, no, they were kissing. James had even grabbed Lily by the waist and pulled her closer at some point. Those thirty seconds were up, and you were sure they were still kissing. But eventually, Lilly broke this kiss off, clearing her throat and crawled back to her seat next to you. 

You turned to her “You good?” You asked with concern. She nodded a slight blush creeping onto her cheeks. You smiled and grabbed your paper. 

“Sit on the lap of the player to your right for the rest of the game.” You read, with a bit of a frown “Seat on the lap of–?” 

“–Sirius Black.” Finished Lily. 

“Don’t you…?” You were about to ask, but Sirius had already accommodated himself and waited for you with open arms and a welcoming smile. Of course Sirius wouldn’t mind, he was Mr. Flirt after all. “Kay then,” you said and moved to his lap. He held you by the waist and set his head on your neck. 

“Mind passing over a dare paper?” He asked. 

You leaned in and grabbed one and opened it for him “Let a player draw something on your arm,” you read. 

He shrugged and handed you his arm. “There you go love, draw me a Picasso.” 

“I could just draw a dick,” you teased. 

He nudged you with his head “Draw something nice, would ya? I’ll leave it on all week if you do.” 

You raised an eyebrow and nodded as you used your wand to bring your quill and ink closer, dipping your quill in the dark ink and drawing on Sirius’ arm. 

“We’re almost out of papers,” said Beth as she leaned over the two bowls. 

“We should probably end soon anyway,” Lily said, stretching her arms, “It’s getting kinda late.” 

“What’s it gonna be Rem? Truth or dare?” Asked Beth. 

“Dare,” he chose again, not even thinking about it, he leaned over and grabbed a paper, looking visibly pale as he read. Not that you noticed, you were very focused on Sirius’ arm. 

“Well then? What does it say?” Asked Beth. 

Remus didn’t say a word. Imogen grabbed the paper from his hand and read it “Kiss the person to your left for one minute straight.” The second those words left her mouth your pen went completely sideways, leaving a straight line in the middle of your drawing, you looked up, alarmed. 

“But… there’s two people on Remus’ left,” Imogen continued. 

“Three people kiss?” said Beth as an option. 

“Three people kiss? What on earth is that?!” Asked Remus alarmed. 

“It’d be too awkward for a minute straight,” said Imogen as she shook her head with a soft tsk, she wasn’t convinced. 

“Pick one then,” Beth said with a shrug.

“Well, it’s obvious, (Y/N), she’s the girl.” Said Peter. 

“But I had to kiss her too, that doesn’t matter in this game,” argued Lily.

“And Sirius was to his left originally,” chimed Holden.

Remus’ eyes darted from one person to the other, looking further mortified at the second. “Let’s just wand, potion, spell it,” you intervened “Destiny chooses instead, how does that sound?” Remus looked at you and nodded. 

“Well then,” you shifted on Sirius’ lap so you could see him directly, “Ready?” 

“Do we do it in the first result or two out of three?” He asked.

“I– I don’t know… Rem?”

“Two out of three.” 

“Well then, it’s settled.” 

The two of you positioned your right hand on top of your left “Wand, Potion, Spell.” You said together. Sirius’ hand turned into a fist with his thumbs up, Potion, beating your extended palm, spell.

“Ok, again,” he said. 

“Wand, Potion, Spell.” You repeated this time you chose spell, beating his wand. 

You gave him a look, Remus was still holding his breath right next to the two of you.

“Again.” 

“Wand, Potion, Spell.” You both choose spell. “Wand, Potion, Spell.” You both picked wand. 

“Sirius!” You complained. 

“Not doing it on purpose luv!” He argued back. 

“Ok, this is the one, ready?” He nodded. 

“Wand, Potion, Spell.” Sirius chose spell, you chose potion. 

“(Y/N) Won,” said Beth, “It’s settled then, go ahead.”

You threw her a look “I’m gonna end up kissing the entire circle with this game,” you complained as you tried to move off Sirius, but he tightened his hold on your waist. 

“Gotta stay here till the end of the game, remember?” He asked, not allowing you to budge. You turned to him with a frown. 

“He’s right, if you get off you’ll get a penalty,” agreed Imogen. 

You gave him a confused look and he just shrugged, “Rules are rules.” 

Remus moved closer instead “You sure you’re ok with it?” He asked, sincerity in his voice as he stared at you, faces inches away from each other. You nodded and closed the gap between the two of you. 

As your lips met Remus', you instinctively placed your right hand on his shoulder to steady yourself, Sirius' hands remained securely wrapped around your waist, you could feel his subtle shifts beneath you as you continued to kiss his friend. The nature of the situation made you wonder if you had ever found yourself in such an uncomfortable scenario before. No, not that –it was weird– but it wasn’t particularly uncomfortable, in fact, Remus’ kiss was quite nice.

It was delicate and it was sweet. Remus tasted of chocolate and rum, and you let yourself enjoy the moment, you were sure Sirius was intently staring at the both of you, you wondered what he was thinking as you felt the muscles of his tights tense, and relax. As you explored the gentle rhythm of Remus’ kiss, any apprehension dissipated, replaced by a growing sense of ease, even with Sirius staring at the two, it was strangely enjoyable. The gentleness of Remus' lips against yours seemed to resonate both affection and curiosity, you wondered if he was being gentle because that was in his nature, if he was being gentle because it was you he was kissing, or perhaps because you were in the middle of a dare, and that’s what would be expected of him. 

Eventually, the last drop of sand from the hourglass reached the bottom, and it emitted a soft sound. You and Remus finally separated, looking at each other with breaths slightly heavy, both attempting to regain your composure. Once you caught your breath you decided you had to do something to ease the situation, or something. So you channelled your inner Sirius Black and reacted as he would, you smirked; “Well then Remus, thank you for that delightful kiss, love that you put in an effort even if it was just a dare, anyway, who’s next? I really can’t be the only one who keeps kissing everyone around me, can I?” People laughed at your reaction, Remus was shaking his head with a small smile slipping from his lips, maybe he had kissed Sirius in the end. 

Sirius leaned into your ear, whispering “Smooth way to divert the tension luv,” he whispered as Imogen grabbed a paper, and you gulped as Sirius' breath brushed your neck. 

“It’s me,” said Imogen, still processing how you’d been so brave to kiss a boy while sitting on another’s lap. She wanted to be like you when she grew older “It says: If you could be anyone in this room, who would it be?” She seemed to think about it for a second “I mean… right at this moment? (Y/N), she’s gotten the most action tonight.” 

You laughed, reclining against Sirius unconsciously, “Well, then, switch with me,” you told her as a joke, but you felt Sirius’ hold tighten, as if reproachful. 

Peter leaned in for a paper “Give your best friend a lap dance.” He read. “What?! Who wrote this?” You laughed, at least you hadn’t gotten that one.  

“Get up Jaaaames,” you heard Sirius say in a sing-song voice from behind. He pulled a chair with magic to the centre of the circle and set the record player to “Love to Love You Baby” by Donna Summer. 

James sat on the chair with a smile as Peter stood up, walking in front of James and started to dance. Peter was not vibing with the song or the dare for that matter. But he pulled through, even with Sirius’ constant teasing “Come on Pete, you’re not getting tips tonight if you don’t put in an effort!” 

You eventually joined the teasing too, whistling as Sirius continued talking. Once the song was over Peter went instantly back to his place, hiding his entire face between his hands and questioning all the life decisions that had led him to that moment. 

There was only one paper left, and it was James' turn. He leaned in and grabbed the truth paper “Have you ever had a crush on anyone in this circle?” He read, and then he nodded “Of course I have. But you all know who it is already.” 

Lily coughed several times “Well, game’s over,” she said as she stood up and pulled Marlene towards the fire with her “We should sleep soon, so go ahead, time to open the gifts.”

Marlene raised an eyebrow at her, she just shrugged. You, like the good friend you were, decided to tease her further, finally leaving Sirius’ lap and walking behind her “Wow, Lils, never seen you run from a situation faster than that.” 

“Shut it, luv.” She Told you and pulled you to sit on the sofa, the rest followed you seconds after, all walking towards the comfortable living room-like setup in front of the sofa. Once everyone was comfortable, Beth urged Marlene to sit on the rug in front of everyone to open her gifts. She’d gotten a quill set from her parents, a magical chess set, an enchanted journal, some fun jewellery, the Jersey you’d gotten her and many other things. 

You all sat comfortably in front of the fire as she continued opening her gifts.   

You leaned down next to her when she opened a box with bright red wrapping “Is that quidditch polish set?” You asked with a smile “That’s brilliant!” 

“Thanks,” said James, of course, he would have been the one to give her that “now you can be the fastest beater.” 

Sirius looked at him with a shrug and hit him on the arm with the back of his hand in a reproachful manner “Way to drag your friend down, mate!”

“Hmmm… there’s only one way to find out,” Marlene said with a shrug “A race…” she smirked at the last bit. 

You looked at her and then back at Sirius, eyebrows raised slightly and nodding along with Marlene “AND you know, Sirius Black does owe me race…” 

He looked at you with an amused look on his face, his eyes shining at the dare “You’re on.” 

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if your still doing topgun stuff, may I get some possessive Jake "Hangman" Seresin x Male!Reader? like reader is getting hit on and Jake makes it known that reader is his?

THIS TOOK 3 MONTHS TO WRITE??? AND IT CAME OUT SO SHORT?? I'm so sorry but your request is so good but I got swarmed with work AGHHHH i hope you enjoy this tho regardless, we love a possessive Jake &lt;3

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Tags: Jake Seresin x Male!reader, Hangman x Male!reader, Hangman, Jake Seresin, The Dagger Squad, male!reader, Penny Benjamin, Possessive behavior, established relationship, smug!boyfriend Jake, alcohol, kissing, slight dirty talk, pushing away a creep, Jake Seresin to the rescue!  Note: Reader’s callsign here is ’Robin’ 

When an enjoyable night at the Hard Deck turns sour when a creep decides to waltz his way to you, Jake Seresin comes to the rescue!

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A slow Friday night at the Hard Deck. The team was lounging around the pool table, bantering with one another, a drink in hand and the slightly warm atmosphere from the tipsiness the booze has granted them. You and the others arrived around 8, right after an important meeting with Mav before he excused himself for the night and went home with Iceman, wishing you all to enjoy your weekend. So, naturally, you all poured into the Hard Deck and continued to bother Penny with horrible jokes while she rolled her eyes. 

Somehow, you all seemed to stay even after rush hour finished, and only your team and a couple of other patrons were milling about. You lean to your left, resting your head on Jake's shoulder as he crosses his arms and says something about baseball to Mickey. The blonde smirks as he reaches a hand around your hip and pulls just slightly closer. You smile, taking another sip from your cup, letting the alcohol warm you. 

You squint when your sip ends short and realize your depleted drink before your eyes finding Jake’s beer bottle almost empty. Moving from your boyfriend's hand, you reach over to take his bottle and your cup with you, Jake raises a brow before you stroll away. “I’ll get us more,”

He smiles, before promptly returning to his conversation. You grin, before reaching the bar where Penny is drying a glass and setting your cup and bottle on the counter. “Another bottle for Jake and a refill for me,” 

“You got it, Robin,” She nods, before taking both of them and going to do her work. You lean over the bar, forearms resting your weight as your eyes roam about the abundance of bottles and decorations strewn about the Hard Deck. A familiar tune passes through you as you begin to hum, waiting for your drink, before the hair on your neck rises and you snap to your right, spotting a man eyeing you, a smirk on his lips, before he decides to make his way towards you. He’s supporting a worn-down flannel with ripped jeans, a futile attempt on trying to style himself. A civilian in their mid-forties-ish, unkept stubble is as clear as the man's drunkenness. 

‘Oh great,’ You roll your eyes, huffing slightly before you stand straight, arms crossed, the annoyance already creeping up your spine. And to no one's surprise, the guy stops beside you, clearly already too drunk for his own dignity, a lopsided smirk while he drops his cup on the bar. By no means are you of a smaller stature than your peers, in fact; Jake is only a couple inches above you and if you were wearing shoes with a bit more on its heels, you'd be the same height as your boyfriend, the same build too. The same predicament currently with the man, only a bit taller than you, but that only seems to fuel him on as he tries to straighten himself, puffing out his chest. 

“Hey there,” A sultry undertone in the man's voice has you swallowing a bile, so you reply to his words with a tight smile. 

“Evening, sir,” You promptly nod, navigating into a more polite route. He sways in your direction, making you lean back to avoid the man, trying to give this person's intoxicated brain a fucking hint. “Can I help you with something?” 

“Yeah, actually you can,” that irksome smirk is back. Your smile tightens. His arm almost brushes yours. “Can you help me to your number-”

“Is there a problem here?” You jump slightly when you feel a familiar arm loop around your middle, pulling you to the right, before you glance and spot Jake’s dangerous grin aimed at the man. 

The creep halts slightly before he sneers. “This your man?”

“Yeah, and what of it?”  You bite, finding your courage beside Jake’s presence. The man scoffs, disgust written on his face, before he mutters under his breath. 

“Fucking sissies…” 

Your simmering anger accelerates into a boil, your eyes growing wide with a retort at the end of your tongue before Jake’s hand cups your jaw, cutting you off from shouting at the man and pressing his lips against yours. You let out a small confused noise before Jake starts to prod between your lips, asking for entrance, at which slides in and tastes your tongue. Between your boyfriend's solid hold and the arm around your hips, dizziness begins to envelop you, intoxicated by Jake’s sudden movements. 

The kiss ends with Jake softly pulling back, before nudging your head to rest against his chest. “Don't be a hypocrite, would you? Last time I checked you were hitting on a man as well,”

You could practically feel Jake’s burning smirk. You can't help but stand in shock, face as warm as it has been this whole night, and shifting slightly to bury your face deeper into Jake’s embrace. Your boyfriend chuckles lightly, before turning back to the man. “But this one is taken, so why don't you kindly fuck off?” 

The man choked on his words, before slamming a couple of bills onto the bar and storming out of the bar. The sound of the door shifting relieves your tension, slowly raising your head. Your eyes meet your boyfriend, a warm smile on his lips. He raises a hand and pushes a couple of stray fringes, arranging them back properly into your hairstyle. 

“Thank you, Jake. That guy is way over his head. You did all of us a favor,” Penny’s voice snaps you out and you move slightly apart from Jake, though you already miss his warmth. Jake laughs and shakes his head.

“All in a day's work, Penny,” He winks, quickly snatching your refill and his beer, before turning to walk back to the squad table. You nod a thanks towards Penny before catching up to Jake, bumping his side. He moves his arms, exaggerating as if he was going to drop the beverages. 

“Whoah! Careful princey,” He chuckles, swaying slightly. 

You roll your eyes fondly. “I had him, y’know,” 

“Oh I know baby,” You snap to his face, eyes sharp, which makes Jake let out another surprised laugh. “I mean it! I do! I don't doubt that you’d probably sock that guy in the face,”

“But we’re not trying to get kicked out by our dear Penny, right?” He raises an expectant brow, which makes you huff, a small smile tugging at the edge of your lips. The two of you slide back into your previous seats, discreetly shuffling to press against your boyfriend. You knew he simply smiled, wrapping an arm around your middle. What you didn't expect was his breath fanning against your neck as he leaned in.

“Besides, I don't get many chances to show others you're mine.” 

Your face heats. Scrambling to push Jake’s mouth away from getting any closer. The room suddenly grew hotter, a steady stream of arousal moving through your body. “Jake…”

Jake laughs, patting your shoulder lightly. There's a light dusting of pink on his cheeks, most likely from the liquor. “I know, Robin! I know!”

His laugh cuts short, before that devilish smirk is back on your boyfriend's enticing lips. “Later, then…” 

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Lay All Your Love On Me Chapter 5- Rules

Josh Kiszka x Reader AND slight Jake Kiszka x Reader

Word Count: Around 4k

AN: Hi everyone! Here is the fifth chapter of Lay All Your Love On Me from me and @mar-rein12! Thank you so much for all the support, we appreciate it all. Here is the taglist incase anyone wants to be added to it: TAGLIST. This is our last 'smaller' chapter but its filled with lots of good stuff. We hope you enjoy chapter 5, Rules.

Also get ready for smut because it doesn't end from here, only gets worse. LOL. And get more use to Jake, because we’re going to be seeing a lot more of him soon 😘

Next chapter coming this Thursday!

Warnings: 18+, SMUTTTTT, Unprotected sex, Tit fondling, Fingering, Oral (F receiving), Angst, Flirting, Cursing, Hickeys, Alcohol, not good coping mechanisms, jealousy, heavy petting. (lmk if i forgot anything!)

Y/n’s POV:

Walking to class the next morning was an experience. You both ended up sleeping through the alarm and had to get ready at his house. So that meant having to go to class in his sweats and t-shirt from last night. Charlotte wasn’t the happiest that you didn’t walk with her to class, in fact you ended up being half an hour late to your lecture, but telling her about the night distracted her from her anger.

“He may or may not have eaten me out..” You raise your eyebrows, as you tilt your cold brew up to your lips, taking a swig. 

“WHAT THE FUCK!” Charlotte covers her mouth to keep her drink in. 

“Char, quiet down please. I don’t think all of Starbucks wants to know about my night,” you scolded her with a chuckle. It had become routine to go to Starbucks after your first class due to the break you both had before your next one. 

“Well… how was it? Was he good?” Charlotte presses. 

“It was really good. A lot better than I expected, I’ll say that. His talkativeness definitely translates into the bedroom.”  

“Omg, I bet you're looking forward to practicing now. I mean you guys are, like, practically married at this point.” She wiggles her eyebrows at you, in a teasing manner. 

To be honest you weren’t looking forward to practice this afternoon knowing that Lindsey would be expecting a cover of your adventures of last night, and that Josh would be listening to it to hear what you rated his performance. So fucking cocky. 

“Umm yeah, sure I guess I’m excited.” You respond, knowing you were completely lying to her.

You finish your drinks and say your goodbyes, making your way to your hour and a half long class that you would spend most of the time online shopping. 

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First week of April 2023- Spring Semester- Junior Year

The rest of the week, practice goes fairly smooth. It was now the beginning of April and you were enjoying your time at practice, feeling very confident in your role. You still had a little over a month before the real deal but everyone was making good progress. But of course something was nagging at you. Josh was still talking and flirting with that bitch, Sophia. Yeah you were a little jealous, but so was she. She wanted Josh so bad and can’t take seeing Josh being flirty with you. 

When everyone was trying out, Sophia explained that she would be soooo perfect for the role of Sophie. Apparently, she's not as perfect as she thinks because you’re the one that got the lead. Guys only want her because she has a fat ass, but she’s just a fucking airhead. All looks, no brains and definitely no personality. She was very rude to everyone she met except for guys. You didn’t understand how Josh couldn’t see that. Or maybe he did, and he just wanted you to get jealous. Asshole.

By the time it hit Friday you were so done with the week. You were kinda excited to hangout with Josh this weekend since you barely talked during the week, but you couldn't seem too desperate. 

You walk over to Josh who is still talking to Sophia way after practice ended to talk to him about the weekend. “Hey Sophia, are you done talking to Josh?”

“I’m actually not sooo.”

“It was a rhetorical question dumbass soooo, bye.” You give a bitchy smile, sending her on her way. Josh turns to you with a confused look on his face. 

“Uhhh what the fuck y/n?”

“Did you really have any interest in what she was saying, because your body language alone shows literally anything but interest.”

He rolls his eyes, waiting for what you have to say.

“Are we hanging out this weekend?”

“Why so desperate for me y/n? Did Monday night really change you.” He says smirking, eyeing you up and down.

“Sorry for wanting to be around you, besides I can’t be hanging out with anyone else, but you don’t seem to be holding up your end of the bargain so I guess it doesn’t matter. So what are you doing tonight?”

“I’m going to the Alpha Delta Phi house tonight for their party, but you're not coming, those guys would be all over you.”

“Is Sophia coming?”

“Yeah but only because she heard I was going, but you're not coming.”

“Okay fine. I’ll just call Mark to have him over. See you on Monday.” You turn, beginning to walk away before you feel a hand grab your shoulder, turning you Josh’s way.

“No you're not!” He says looking deep into your eyes with anger, and jealousy. “If you're coming you're staying with me, got it?”

You nod your head with innocence and leave without another word. Tonight was going to be fun, and Josh would finally realize why no other girl could ever replace you.

JOSH’s POV:

The shower was relaxing, especially after a week of long practices and stupid classes. You just wanted to unwind and get a little drunk at tonight's party. You weren’t super thrilled when Sophia said she wanted to come to the party, not that you care about her being around everyone. You just didn't want to hear her yap all night, that was your job. 

You wanted to pick out an outfit that you knew y/n would like, but she really hasn’t expressed what she likes on you, so you opted to stick with your basics, a white t-shirt, khaki shorts, and high top white vans. 

You quickly shoved your pen in your pocket and keys and you and Jake started heading towards the main road. You texted y/n that you would meet her outside the frat house at 11:15 before you went in. You wouldn’t let her walk into that damn house alone, even though she probably has a million times.

The walk to the house was quiet. Jake has obviously been flirting with y/n, but she wasn’t reciprocating it so you didn’t worry. When you finally got there you waited outside and sent y/n a text. 

11:13pm Josh: We’re here, where are you?

11:13 pm y/n: I’m on the street, chill.

You waited a moment and scrolled on your phone until you felt a tap on your shoulder. You turn to see her. Holy shit. She was pure beauty. Y/n stands there wearing a plum corset top with black leather pants and black docs. Her long hair was curled loosely and fell over her shoulders perfectly. Her makeup was gorgeous and perfectly accentuated her features. You hadn't realized how long you had been staring for before y/n said something. 

“Josh, hello? Are you good?” She flashed her perfect, white teeth at you.

“Oh yeah, we can head in.” You notice her necklace is off centered and reach forward to fix it, lining the initial in the middle of her collarbone. 

“Thanks Joshy.” She smiles at you and makes her way up the stairs as you turn to look at Jake.

“Pick your jaw off the floor Jake, she's not yours bud.”

“We’ll see about that, brother.” He pats you on the back, a stupid smirk plastered across his face, following y/n’s footsteps.

I’m gonna kill him. 

-

Something about tonight made you think you were going to need a fair amount of alcohol. You make your way to the kitchen where bottles are scattered across the counter tops. The rooms were dark and overstimulating with all the music and people. You make your way across the room on the creaky floors into the kitchen. You grab a cup for you and y/n and attempt to find her in the ocean of people. When you finally find her dancing with some of her friends you tap her and hand her her drink. 

“Thanks Joshyyy.” She smiles, takes a sip, and continues to dance. She already seems a little tipsy.

“Did you drink already?” You ask, taking a sip of your own drink.

“I meannnn, I had a few shots before I came, but I’m tot-ally in control.” She says slurring her words. She grabs you by your shirt pulling you into her, forcing you to dance with her. In her drunken state, you feel a splash of something soak into your white shirt. “Josh, oh my god, I’m sorryyy.”

“Fuck. Uh, it’s fine,” You were pissed, slightly embarrassed as well. Annoyed, you stomp away from her to find some napkins.

As you enter the kitchen, you locate the napkins and look over to y/n’s direction. You see she’s already found another guy. She leans her head on the mystery man’s shoulder, loudly speaking into his ear. 

“My number is 517, wait, that's not close. Um, haha. Uh, 273- 5. Wait fuck- its actually 274,” she screams into his ear, laughing hysterically. “The last four digits are-”

You’ve had enough, you race towards her leaning into her ear. “What did you not understand about our deal?” You say through gritted teeth, speaking just loud enough so only she could hear. 

“I’m only being nice. Cool it.” She snaps back at you, defensively. 

“Fine. I guess I can be ‘nice’ too, hm?” You walk away from her, beginning to regret letting her come along. You grab your pen from your pocket and take a quick hit, followed by another sip of the mixed drink. You make your way to the dance floor, looking for her. When your eyes spot her, you quickly make your way over.

You reach your hand out to her, inviting her to dance with you. “ Care to dance?” You offer her a syrupy, sweet smile. Your eyes plead with her to say ‘yes’.

“I thought you’d never ask,” Sophia takes your hand and you guide her so her back is pressed against your front. The song Kill The Lights begins to blare through the speakers, undoubtedly rupturing anyone’s eardrums who were in close vicinity. The strobe lights flicker around the, otherwise, dark room. Your hands land on her hips, grinding her ass into your semi-hard dick. She looked lovely tonight dressed in an emerald green bodysuit paired with black skinny jeans. Her tits practically falling out of her top and her jeans perfectly highlighting her curvy hips. 

“You look pretty tonight, Soph,” You lean down and whisper into her ear.

“You don’t look too bad yourself, Kiszka,” she retorts, biting her lip and grinding harder into you.

“Oh fuck,” the friction of her grinding was beginning to get to you. You break away from her, turning her around to face you. “Want me to fill up your drink?”

“Please,” she hands you her cup and you scurry off to the kitchen, yet again. It appeared to be your favorite place tonight. You find yourself looking y/n’s way, to see her staring back at you. 

Y/n’s POV

Are you fucking joking. After everything you guys talked about, he still takes it as a fucking joke. Well, maybe you weren't one to talk, but two can play at that game. You make your way through the crowd, in search of a Kiszka twin, and certainly not the slutty, fuckboy twin. You see him standing leaning against the wall, beer in hand. His black button up only buttoned to his navel, enticing you even more. “Can you dance?” You ask him, batting your lashes at Jake. 

“Fuck, yeah!” You grab his hand forcefully pulling him to the dance floor, and right pass Josh so he can see you and his twin walking by, hand and hand. Blame It by Jamie Foxx and T- Pain begins to play and that was enough to get you in a certain mood. You left no time to start grinding up on Jake, pressing your ass into his dick. 

His hands began feeling up and down your body, going from your ass, around your hips, up to your waist. As you look deep into Josh’s eyes you grab Jake's hands and begin to reach down pulling them higher so they are just below your tits. Your hips sway against him, feeling his dick harden into your ass. 

“y/n…” Jake mumbles into your ear, seductively. “Damn..” You move his hands to sit right on top of your tits and he gives them a light squeeze. “... you’re so fucking beautiful.” 

You would hate this type of PDA normally, but tonight you were just in the mood for revenge.

“I know you’ve been wanting to touch me, Jake,” You turn around to face him, wrapping your arms around his neck. 

“Yeah? Who says?” His brow quirks up, challenging you. He pulls you closer, your bodies now flush together. 

“Says me, and all the flirting you’ve been doing lately.” You tilt your face up to his, looking directly into his chocolatey brown eyes. A few moments of silence pass as you both continue to dance.

You feel a hand wrap around your bicep and pull you away from Jake. 

“What the actual, fuck, do you think you’re doing?” It was Josh. His eyes darted between you and his brother. 

“Just having some fun Josh since you wanted to leave me stranded on the dance floor! You expected me to dance all alone? I don’t fucking think so,” You snap at him, ripping your arm out of his hand, turning back to Jake.

“Where were we?” You shoot him a small smile, simply to get under Josh’s skin.

“No, it's time to leave, let's go.” He says pulling you away from his brother, dragging you out of the party.

You rip your hand out of his, yet again, and cross your arms as you walk with a purpose to get back to your dorm, whether he would follow or not.

“You’re no fucking fun Josh! You expect me to just stand there while Sophia is grinding on you. I may have been a little drunk but I’m sober enough to realize that you aren’t following the rules. So, OF COURSE, I wasn’t going to either. I didn’t think you could be so dense Josh!” You practically scream at him, as he follows close behind you. 

After a long quiet walk you finally make it to your dorm, with him still hot on your heels. Charlotte, without a doubt, would be staying at someone else's dorm tonight so you would be alone. You swing the door open trying to shut it infront of him, but he stopped it before it could fully close. As you make it into your bedroom, you slowly peel your pants off feeling over-stimulated, leaving you in only your corset and undies. After struggling to get your pants off you flop onto your bed, facing up to the ceiling. 

You close your eyes for a brief moment, and feel a presence above you. 

“You’re being a fucking brat you know that, and its making me crazy, y/n.” He begins to put his hands on both sides of your head, hovering above you. His lips dangerously close to your ear. “You don’t know what you do to me, mama, do you?” You shake your head, obviously knowing you make him horny. “Well I’m gonna fucking show you, and there won’t be any more confusion.”

JOSH’s POV

God, you don't know how long you’d be able to keep it together before you unleashed everything you had on her, but you had to work up to it. You wanted so badly to put her over your legs and spank her hard to teach her a lesson, but since she drank you didn’t think that would be the best move. Hooking your fingers under her panties you pull them aside, giving you full access to her beautiful wet pussy that you know you didn’t contribute to. But you knew you’d contribute to her not being able to walk tomorrow. 

“Who made you this wet, mama?” You already know the answer but you just want to hear her say it out loud. 

“Y-You Joshy.” She says with innocent eyes. Anticipation written all over her pretty face. 

“No, I said who fucking made you this wet, huh? Was it the guy in the corner or my fucking brother. Don’t you dare lie to me,” You say, grabbing her face slightly, making her look into your eyes. 

“It was Jakey, I’m sorry baby.” Jakey? Not the fucking pet names.

“Don’t be giving him fucking pet names, those are for me and me only, got it?” She nods again, and you let go of her face.

“There seems to be a lot you need to learn mama, and we're gonna make sure you know all of that before the end of the night.”

You kneel again before her, wasting no time to get to her wet heat. You bring your fingers up to the entrance of her mouth, “Open.” She opens her mouth up, sticking her tongue out slightly. What a dirty whore. You shove your fingers deep down her throat, making her gag slightly. As you bring them out she sucks on them, making your already hard dick throb under the fabric of your shorts.

You shove them deep into her pussy, curling them up to hit all the good spots. As if you had hit a button, she begins to arch her back and moan. 

“Let it all out, let me hear you baby. Your moans make me so fucking hard. They turn me on so much, mama.” You quicken the pace of your fingers.

“Josh, oh my god. You’re perfect holy fuck. Your fingers fill me up so good.” You’d be filling her up even more soon.

You notice her tits bouncing in her corset, that needs to come off, immediately. You remove your fingers and flip her onto her stomach. You start unlatching all the clips and turn her back over to back to peel it off the front of her. Her marks had faded from the other week.

You lean forward, making quick work of your mouth to create new purple bruises that would match her corset perfectly. Kissing each one of them before connecting your mouth with hers. 

“Are you ready for my cock mama?” You ask quietly.

She frantically nods her head, you could tell she needed it, but we weren't going to give it to her that easy.

“Beg for it baby, tell me how much you need my hard cock in that pretty pussy of yours.” 

“Fuck Josh I need it so bad. Wanna feel you inside” You begin to unlatch your pants pulling them down to the floor. “You're gonna stretch me out so good with your huge cock.” Bending down to her pussy, spitting straight onto it. “I wanna cum around your cock, please Josh.” You grin feeling like she gave you enough. You slap her pussy before thrusting into her hard, not giving her much time to adjust.

You lean forward, one hand on the bed, one on her tit. You lay a sloppy kiss to her lips and fuck into her hard. You could tell you were hitting the right spots. She was moaning and bracing herself by grabbing your biceps, which very quickly escalated to her nails scratching down your back. Fuck. It fucking hurt, but hurt so good. 

As you continued to pound hard into her you felt a new angle was needed. You pick yourself off her and begin to grab her ankles, and pull them up to your shoulders. Letting them rest there as you fuck her even deeper now. 

She was melting beneath you, becoming a sloppy mess. Her moans picked up, you could tell she, and yourself, were close to a breaking point. You kiss her ankles softly, which contrasted to the hard pounding you were inflicting onto your pussy.

“Where do you want me to cum baby?” You say through heavy breathing.

“Cum in me Josh, I wanna feel you fill me up.” Holy shit. You weren’t going to question it. As you get closer to your release you begin to feel squeezing around your cock.

“God, y/n, if you keep squeezing me like that I’ll come right, fucking, now.”

“FUCK JOSH, I’m gonna cum. Please don’t stop, harder!” She begins to buck up against you, meeting your thrusts.

“That's it baby, cum for me. You're such a good girl for me” 

With that she let out one final moan, filling the room with pleasure. You weren't too far behind her. You continued pounding her hard and within a few seconds came right into her pussy, just like she told you to. 

You fell into the spot right beside her in bed.

“You think you learned your lesson?” You tease, looking over at her. 

“Definitely Josh, it’ll be hard not to think about you.”

“Yeah? Why is that y/n”

“Because I’m going to be thinking about you every single time I try to walk.”

You can’t help but laugh at her comment. You wanted to make her feel good, make her want you even more. 

You couldn’t be bothered to get dressed, instead you pull the blanket up from the bottom of the bed, press a kiss into her head, and fall asleep next to the girl of your dreams.

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HeartRacer- Lee Jeno NCT

I wrote this a while ago for @jammingjaem and I decided to edit it and post it as a y/n piece!

Word Count: 2,687

Warnings: Mentions of illegal activities (street racing) and mentions of Consumption of Alcohol

Plot: In which you're Jeno's friend and he races with his motorcycle. He invites you out one night to come watch his race.

Racer!AU, SFW :) Cute lil thing

“Annndd done! Thank God. This essay was gonna be the death of me,” You say to yourself. You clicked the SUBMIT button and closed your laptop. You throw your head back on the chair. Closing your eyes and spinning slowly. 

*clink* 

You open one eye. Nothing around. You shrug your shoulders and close your eyes. Letting out a deep breath. 

*clink*---*clink*--- *clink**clink**clink*

You jump out of the chair and pull up your window, leaning out and looking down, scanning around the dark yard. Then, you see the cause of your disturbance. 

“UGH, YOU!” You shout in frustration

“Gee, nice to see you too.” Jeno rolls his eyes

“What do you want, Jeno?” 

“I’m coming up. Move back” 

“What? No, don’t you dare-” You back up. You hear him run, and his feet land on the wall as he climbs up the wall, the lattice screen on it helping him get a grip as he climbs, probably ruining the flowery vines on the way up. You saw his fingers at the edge of the window sill. He pulls himself up and jumps into your room, standing right in front of you. Barely an inch between you two. His face looked down on you. Your breath catches in your throat, and your heart flutters a bit. You back up and clear your throat. 

“I wanted to see if you’ll come to my race tonight. Please, please, please.”

“No, Jeno. I already told you. I just spent 4 hours on this essay, and my brain is burnt out.”

“Aha, see, I knew that might be the case. So I got you iced coffee, and it’s waiting for you. Chenle has it downstairs.” He looks at you with those stupid puppy eyes. 

“Uggghhh. Fine. But I’m going in the car. Not on that death trap you call a motorcycle.”

“Fine, fine. As long as you’re coming. Oh, there’s also gonna be a kickback/party type thing after, and we’re going to that too. It’s Friday, so I know you can’t use school as an excuse not to go.”

“Ok, whatever. Well, I need to change then in that case.” you sigh, walking to your closet. You didn’t hear anything, so you turned around. Jeno is staring at you, leaning against your desk. Arms crossed. “Ummm”

“What?” he raises an eyebrow at you.

“LEAVE. I’m not gonna change in front of you.” 

“Why? Scared we’ll end up kissing or something.” He smirks

“AGGHH, LEE JENO!” You throw a shirt at him. 

He throws his hands up in the air defensively. “I’m kiddiiing. I’ll be at the meet. Renjun and the other dreamies are waiting in the car downstairs. See ya there, my lucky girl.” He hops out of the window. 

You roll your eyes and rummage through your closet. You were slightly panicking because you wanted to look good. Not for him. Pfft nevvveerrrr. Okay, maybe just a little….whatever. You decide on a pair of ripped black jeans, gray vans, a red crop top that says “CHERRY BOMB.” and a light wash jean jacket. You rush down the stairs and hop in the back seat of Renjun's car.

“Where’s my coffee?” you demand, holding your hand out.

“Right here, Ma’am.” Chenle hands you the cup, and you take a long drink from the straw. 

“Ok, let’s go, kids,” you say. Renjun nods.

You end up on some long, empty streets. A crowd bustling in the middle. You thought it’d be smaller. It was a street race, after all. Kinda illegal… Not at all, somewhere you would be regularly. You walk with the dreamies, following them, trying to find your group. You’re a huge group, yet you always manage to lose each other. You spot your best friend and her Boyfriend, Jaehyun. They’re the couple of the group, and they've been together for two years. She’s in black jean shorts, fishnets, A black bralette, and boots. Jaehyun in black jeans, vans, a white t-shirt with rolled-up sleeves, one arm around her, the other hanging onto his Jean jacket slung over his shoulder. They are a power couple. You think to yourself, I wonder if Jeno and I could be like that...nope, no, ma’am. No interest in that hooligan. Cute, stupid, reckless-

“Y/N. YOU’RE HERE, YESSS!” someone shouts, snapping you out of your head. Your best friend was running to you. “I’m so glad you came! How’d he convince you?” she pulled you in for a hug.

“Bribery of the highest degree,” you say and point to the iced coffee. “I can’t resist free coffee.”

“Of course,” she laughs. “Well, c’mon. Everyone is further down. We’re all at the start line, so we can see Jeno come in first.” she grabs your hand and leads you to the rest of your group. Everyone comes walking towards you to say Hi. Johnny picked you up and squeezed you. You go through the round of hugs and cheek kisses as greetings.

You look around the area. Motorcycles are placed in the middle of the street, behind the start/finish line. Their riders hanging around, talking to people. You spot Jeno talking to some girl. A really pretty girl… Your heart drops a little as you see him smile at her. It's probably his secret girlfriend or something. He catches you, and his eyes light up. He jogs towards you, and the girl follows. He looks so good in that stupid race jacket. 

“Hey! Wow, you look… great,” he breathes out, staring you up and down. “Oh, um, this is my friend. She and Her girlfriend are race girls. You know, the one who waves the flags for us to go.”

“Ohh! That’s cool!  It’s nice to meet you! I’m Y/N,” You say

“I’m Min! So nice to meet you.” She pulls you in for a hug. “It’s almost time to start! I’ll see you at the party?” 

You nod, and she smiles and runs off to gather the riders at the start line. 

“You’re gonna be in the front, right?” he asks.

“Yeah, of course. It’s where the rest are. so you know..” You respond, playing with the hem of your shirt awkwardly 

“Awesome, cool, cool, cool. Um, well, I better get in position. Kiss my key?”

“Your key??” You raise an eyebrow at him 

“Yea. You know, for good luck. Please?” he holds it out. 

You roll your eyes and kiss the blade of the key. He smiles widely and runs off to his Motorcycle. Your heart flutters again…

You walk over to the front of the sidelines where your friends are. Jeno and another rider are the first, with four others behind them. Engines were revving up, and people were cheering for their chosen rider. You wave to him, and he waves back with a gloved hand. How the hell does he look so handsome with a helmet on?? You can’t even see his face, but you know he looks good. Ugh. 

“Are we ready racers?” Min shouts

“On our count!” her girlfriend shouts. 

“One!” Min raises her flags.

“Two.” Her girlfriend's flags go up as well.

“Three!!” the engines revving loudly. 

“GO!” they both scream, waving the flags down and kneeling as the bikes fly past them. You run into the street along with many others to see the bikes take off. Some people chase after them. The crowd moves back to the sides as the racers come back to finish the first lap—two more to go. Jeno is the 3rd to come in this lap. You bite your lip, praying he wins. The last lap comes around, and you peer out, waiting impatiently. You see his bike leading, and he burns through the finish line. Your group screams in victory, and he starts doing donuts in the street as the other racers trail behind. You run to his bike, and he hops off, pulling off his helmet, hugging you, picking you up, and spinning you. 

“See! I told you, my lucky charm.” He grins ear to ear. His eyes sparkled, and his chest rose and fell heavily. 

“I would have been so mad if I came and missed out on sleep just to see you lose” You rolled your eyes. Your heart flutters secretly. 

“Hey, you guys ready to head to the party?” YangYang says, walking up to you. 

“Yea. We’ll see you there.” Jeno said, taking your hand. “C’mon.”

“Uhhhh. I’m going with Dreamies,” You said, raising an eyebrow.

“Uhhhh no, you’re not. Ride with me. Please? I just won the race, and you saw I’m a safe driver, pleeeasssseee” He begged, again with stupid puppy eyes. 

“Fine. If I die, I’m killing you.” You huff and let him lead you to his motorcycle. 

He takes an extra helmet out and places it on your head. Smiling at you. He climbs on, and you get behind him. Your hands grip his shirt tightly. Too scared to wrap your arms around his waist. He revs the engine loudly, and you roll your eyes. What a show-off. Suddenly, the bike jerks forward, and your arms wrap tightly around him in fear of falling off. You can feel him laugh lightly.

“You did that on purpose, so I’d hug you like this,” you grumbled. 

“Maybe. Maybe not. Prove it.” He chuckles. You roll your eyes again, and he takes off. You keep your eyes closed the entire time. Too afraid to open them. The sound of you guys whipping past cars and the loud wind was already terrifying. You didn’t want to see the flying lights just yet. 

We arrived at a huge white house. It's seriously huge—pillars at the front porch. Magnificent garden. Different colored lights on the lawn, music blaring out the front door. You grabbed Jeno’s arm tightly, and he patted your hand. 

“Is this too much?” He asked, concerned

“No. No, it’s okay. I should be fine.” You smiled at him.

He nodded, and you walked inside. He was being greeted by people who knew him, congratulating him on his win at the race. 

“Ah, it was all thanks to my Lucky Charm here.” He says to the people,  smiling at you.

You continued to walk through the house, trying to find your group.

“Who’s house is this?” you asked. 

“Mins. Her parents left her everything since she has no siblings.”

“Oh. Is it just her alone here? It must be hard for her.”

“No, her girlfriend lives here. And she rents out the rooms to people for cheap. Mostly college students since the university is close by. Or for free if there’s a family or individuals who need help for a bit.” 

“Her parents are probably super proud of her for that. Wow.” you sighed.

“Hey!! Glad you got here in one piece.” Min came running up to you, hugging you both. “There’s tons of food in the kitchen, so please help yourself with anything you want. There are drinks too. Pool in the back as well if you wanna swim.” 

“OH, FOOD, thank god!” Jeno exclaimed. Throwing his head back. “Okay, we will be in the kitchen. Thanks, Min!” He started pulling you away, so you waved goodbye to her as she laughed. 

Mark was in the kitchen as well. He was getting pizza and a drink. 

“Hey, y/n. Do you want a drink?” He asks, “There's some jungle juice in here.”

“What’s that?” you asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Like just a bunch of alcohol and juice or soda mixed. There's also Soju Lemonade.” 

“Soju Lemonade, please,” you say, and he nods and fills up a red solo cup with the drink. 

Jeno looks at you questioningly. “I didn’t know you drank.”

“Sometimes. Not often.” you sip on the lemonade. It was refreshing

“Hmm, hiding a wild side from me?” 

“Find out,” you smirk. The alcohol was making you a little brave already.

“Sheesh. I might” 

You walked out to the back, finding the rest of your group playing beer pong against each other. You watched and finished the rest of your drink by the time they were done with the game. 

“Wanna play next round?” Johnny asks you.

“I’ve never played before..” you say shyly.

“Don’t worry! I’ll be your partner,” your best friend says. “We can play against Jaehyun and Jeno.” 

“Oooooo, Boyfriends vs. girlfriends, I like that!” Johnny exclaims, 

“Jeno is not my boyfr-” you start to say before someone hands a ping pong ball to you. 

“Ladies first,” Jaehyun says, smirking at your best friend.

“You guys are going down,” She laughs. 

The game was competitive. A small crowd gathered around to watch. Unfortunately, you did have to drink as many cups as you made them drink due to making the ball in the cup. It was down to the last cup on both sides—your turn. If you miss, you lose. You concentrated on the opening and threw the ball. It landed, and the boys hung their heads in defeat. The crowd cheered, and you and your best friend high-fived and hugged. 

“I will request my prize later tonight,” She said to Jae, kissing him on the cheek. 

“And what do you want for yours,” jeno asked, looking at you. “A kiss?” 

“No. You can buy me coffee for a month,” you smiled. Chance at free coffee for a month. Imma take it. Hhehehe

“Fine,” He huffed. “Sure you don’t want a kiss with that?”

“I’m okay, thanks.”

You walk back into the house. You realize how much you drank and start to feel a little tired. You sit down on the couch, and Jeno follows. 

“You okay?” He asks. 

“I think I had a bit too much. But I'm okay.”

Then Haechan comes up and slumps down next to you, trying to give you another drink. Jeno shoots him a glare and takes the drink. 

“Don’t. No more for her tonight” He says, concern and sternness in his voice. Haechan nods and says sorry. Your heart fluttered again at Jeno’s words. 

Jisung walks up to you. 

“Do you need anything? A blanket? Food? Is it too loud? You can have your earbuds to listen to your playlist,” He says. What a caring boy. 

“No, I’m okay. Thank you, JiJi.” you smile at him. 

You spend the rest of the time watching your friends, talking and Laughing. Enjoying being with them. 

“How are you feeling? Ready to go home?”

Jeno asks, patting your head.

“Mm. Yea. I think I’m sobered up enough. Let’s go,” you say, standing up. 

You say goodbye to everyone, and you hop back on his bike. Your arms around him comfortably. This time, you keep your eyes open. The lights look pretty as you speed by. You look up and see the stars and the moon moving with you. It’s mesmerizing. You arrive at your house. He holds his hand out to help you off. He takes off your helmet and walks you to the front door. 

“Did you have fun?” He asks,

“I did, actually. A lot of fun. Thank you for inviting me.” You said,

“Thank you for coming. And supporting me. It means a lot to me.” He leans in and kisses your forehead.

Maybe it was the last bit of alcohol giving you courage, or maybe you were finally not overthinking things. But you kissed his lips without thinking. He froze a little. Surprised. Then his hands were on your waist, pulling you closer to his body, and the kiss deepened a little. His lips were soft. You pulled away. His face was full of shock.

“What was that for?” He asked.

“Part of your prize for winning the race. And you know, good luck for your drive home,” you said, trying to seem casual while your heart was beating up and out of your throat. 

“Ahh. Thank you. I hope I get those often.” He smiled.

“Maybe. You’ll have to find out. I’ll be expecting you with my coffee tomorrow.” 

“Yes, Ma’am.” 

you smiled and unlocked your front door. He doesn’t leave until you close it behind yourself. Maybe you’ll think less and just let things happen…

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[buckyownsmylife]

Crash & Burn - Chapter 3

The one where Bucky is your father best friend, and the man you want to take your virginity.

Bucky is losing everything: his wife, his business, his house. And when his best friend is too busy to offer him the support he needs, you offer him your ear and shoulder. He wouldn't find it too bad that getting closer to you made him see you with new eyes, if it wasn't for the one thing you asked in return: you want him to be the first man to ever fuck you.

For general warnings and author’s notes, please go to the fic’s masterlist.

Bucky’s P.O.V.

“Bucky? Oh, thank God?” Eyebrows furrowed, I immediately sat up straighter on the bed, instinctively reaching for my car keys once I detected the panic in her voice. “I… I hate to disturb you, I know it’s pretty late but…”

“Text me the address,” I interrupted her, scrambling off the bed and almost falling on my face in the process. I made a mental note - don’t try to put on sweatpants while on the phone with someone, but for now, this would have to do. “Do you want me to stay in line with you while I drive?”

My heart was pounding as I waited for her answer. I could hear the sounds of the party she’d gone to in the distance, but it was muffled - like she was hiding from it behind a door or something.

“I’d like that.” Silently thanking the heavens for her answer, I rushed to get to the house she was in as quickly as possible. I would have trusted her safety if she’d chosen to hang up, but that didn’t mean my mind wouldn’t race. I was used to jumping to the worst conclusions, and this particular situation didn’t exactly help me reason with my anxieties.

A loud crash came from the other line, startling me as I put on my seatbelt. “Are you okay?” It took her a little while and the most adorable giggle preceded her answer.

“Yeah… I just stumbled and fell over a plant. But she’s okay, I guess.” I could just picture her, petting the leaves of the greenery she’d accidentally disturbed. God, she was adorable.

“Are you drunk?” It suddenly occurred to me, and I was already chuckling by the time her “Please, don’t tell my dad” came. “Honey, you’re in grad school. Your dad won’t care if you had a couple of drinks on a Friday night.”

“Oh, right!” Shaking my head, I focused on the intersection I was about to cross while making a mental note to talk to her about how much she drank tomorrow. I really didn’t care about her consuming alcohol - she was a grown-up, after all - but she should never get drunk near people she didn’t trust, and it seemed like this had been precisely what had happened tonight.

“Are you close?” I considered the route the app was showing me.

“Don’t worry, I’ll be there soon.” She seemed to calm down at my answer, but that was only until someone started to bang on the door I assumed behind which she was hiding.

“C’mon, baby! I know you’re in there. Come out, let’s have some fun together.” My palms were sweaty as I gripped the stirring wheel tighter, grinding my teeth at her sharp inhale of breath. I hated that she was scared because of some dumb boy and there was nothing I could do about it…

Yet.

“Hold on…” I muttered under my breath, knowing she’d never heard me over the ruckus he was causing. If only this car could move faster…

Y/N’s P.O.V.

I tried to make myself smaller, hoping the wall would somehow swallow me and hide me from the guy on the other side of the door. If I’d known this is what Peter would become with a few beers in him, I’d never have agreed to come to this party in the first place.

I could already feel a headache forming and I wasn’t looking forward to tomorrow morning. I knew I would wake up hungover and most definitely regretful of every decision that led to this moment, but for now, all I could care about was that Bucky was coming and he’d take me far, far away from this evening and everything that had happened.

“Please, be quick…” I whispered, clutching my phone against my chest as I watched Peter fumble with the knob until suddenly, he stopped.

It all stopped, actually. His yells, the sounds of the music from outside, it all came to a screeching halt and my heart sped up in anticipation as I approached the door with careful steps.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” Yep, that was James. Feeling safe enough to open the door now, I unlocked it and spied the outside, finding the party had stopped to watch the much older gentleman who’d suddenly appeared give the owner of the house his ass on a silver platter. “No means fucking no, haven’t you ever learned that?”

He turned around and his eyes met mine, almost as if he’d noticed me staring. But if I was hoping for my presence to ease his anger somewhat, it seemed to have the opposite effect, completely.

“What did he do?” It took a minute for my inebriated mind to make sense of what he was asking, but once I did, I didn’t know how to answer it.

“I can’t repeat the kind of stuff he said.” I shook my head emphatically, refusing to relive the haunting things Peter had whispered in my ear once he’d cornered me into a room. I watched as he had the guts to try to defend himself, only to shut his mouth with a glance from the man in the room.

“I’m not talking to you.” It was all he said, and Peter immediately cowered. A shudder ran down my spine at the roughness in his tone of voice, but I wasn’t scared. “Was it dirty?” Again, it took me a few seconds.

“There’s dirty and then there’s just straight down nasty.” I shrugged, trying to fake nonchalance even though the mere memory of what Peter had said made me want to hide my face behind my hands. But I was an adult - Bucky had said so himself.

I shouldn’t be hiding, so I didn’t.

Bucky leaned closer to Peter, taking advantage of the grip he still had on his shirt. I hadn’t even noticed it until their noses were all but touching. “If I ever even imagine she’s had to put up with any shit from you anymore, I’ll make you wish you were never even born. Got it?”

Oh, wow. That was hot.

I didn’t even notice the giggles all around us - or the frown on Bucky’s face. All I could focus on was how warm his hand felt when it clasped around my wrist, right before he started tugging me towards the exit.

“Let’s go.”

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[shimmerwindow]

I Never Really

Part Three

Warnings: None

Word Count: 2k

Playlist | Masterlist

Friday crawled by at a snail’s pace. You normally hated Fridays. The campus was always buzzing with so much activity on the weekends, and it made it hard for you to focus on your studies. Saturday and Sunday were the days you would reserve for working on big projects, but it was difficult sometimes when every other dorm room in a 100-foot radius was blasting music. Part of you felt like a grumpy old man, wanting to go bang on doors and shout turn it down! A smaller, quieter part of you was envious of those who had the time, and friends, to party.

You dragged yourself over to the dining hall after class, your mind filled with thoughts of the party you’d be going to tomorrow. It gave you butterflies to think about it. Meeting new people wasn’t something you were great at, nor enjoyed, and big parties were far from your favorite thing. You stared at the sky, the clouds brushed a gentle pink as the sun set, and wondered if it was too late to cancel.

The dining hall was something you typically avoided if you could help it, preferring your microwaved noodles over any of the slop they served there, but you’d been a bit burnt out on the styrofoam-y taste of chicken-flavored cup noodles lately. You managed to find a quiet corner, and sat down with a tray of the few things in the place that looked edible.

Across the room, you watched a group of jock-type guys make their way in, shoving each other and laughing. One of them locked eyes with you, and you quickly turned your head away and pulled out your phone, opening whatever app came up first, trying to look busy. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw someone making their way directly to where you were sitting. You’d been hit on at this god-forsaken place more than once, and it appeared it was about to happen again. You sighed, and turned your eyes up to the potential suitor.

You blinked a few times. Of course it was Sam. Why did it always have to be Sam?

“Hey!” He called.

You gave him a wave and a small smile, not really in the mood for this right now. You just wanted to eat in peace, but that would have to wait, as he pulled out the chair across from you, dropping his tray onto the table and sitting down.

“I’ve never seen you here before.”

“I don’t usually partake in the unholy abominations they serve here.”

He laughed, holding up a slice of utterly unappetizing pizza he had on his plate. “What, this doesn’t make you hungry?”

“Not exactly.” You picked at what was on your plate, wishing you’d simply settled for noodles tonight.

“You excited for tomorrow?” He asked between bites.

You put on a brave smile, lying through your teeth. “Totally.” You wouldn’t describe your feelings as excited, necessarily. Terrified was more of the word you were looking for.

“It starts at, like, 8. I think. I dunno. I’ll let you know.”

You nodded. That was somewhat good news – you could use the I’m tired excuse after only an hour or two.

“What should I wear?”

He shrugged. “Whatever you want.”

“What are you wearing?”

“Oh, I got this, like…vintage sweater thing I wanna wear.” His eyes lit up, clearly excited about it. “It’s blue and brown and it's got all these cool designs on it, and it’s so comfy. I love it.”

You couldn't help but soften up a bit, seeing how excited he got over something as simple as a sweater. He was so enthusiastic when you asked him where he got it, going on a tirade about all of the thrift stores in town while you ate and listened, and he told you all about how they had so many hidden gems if you knew when to look.

“I should go to some of them some time.”

“Absolutely! I’ll take you there!”

He was so sweet sometimes it was almost annoying. “That sounds fun.”

“Yeah! Like, a little thrift store date.”

Cold silence froze the air between you two, his smile fading, your face prickling with a rising blush. Date.

“I mean, not like that. I meant like, friend date. Not date. Just going to thrift stores together. Like friends. Are we friends?”

There it was once again, that rushed, frantic tone he got when he was flustered.

“Yeah, we’re friends.”

He didn’t seem to know what to say back, looking out the window and back to you a few times, silent. You needed a cigarette.

“Well,” you sighed, standing up from the table. “I’m gonna go smoke.”

“I’ll see you tomorrow, then. I’ll text you.”

You’d half-expected him to ask to join you, a little surprised he didn’t. Maybe even a bit disappointed. “See you then.”

It was starting to feel like you couldn’t have a normal interaction with him. Every time, it was something. Though, seeing him tonight seemed to wash some of your worries away. He was kind, and from what you knew about him, he seemed like a good companion to have at a party of strangers.

Sleep came easily that night, thankfully. You drifted off peacefully, finally exhausted from the week before. And in your dreams, you found yourself in a familiar place. If it was possible to get deja vu in dreams, you were feeling it.

You were at the top of a skyscraper in some city you didn't recognize, the wind blowing hard enough to throw you off the edge, but you didn't move. The sky was clear and full of stars, galaxies streaking across the blackness and lighting everything in a delicate purple.

Sam was next to you, pointing at the sky, saying words that were carried away on the wind, but somehow you knew he was explaining the stars to you. He would point at a section of sky and it would glow, as if he held dominion over the stars. Like he told them when to shine.

And then, you were in a dorm room, similar to yours but not quite right, the layout was all wrong. You laid on a bed that was too big for a dorm, and just above you, Sam was there. His face hovered just above yours, his hair hanging down to brush the sides of your face. You knew he was going to kiss you, and you welcomed it gladly, your body melting into his. He was made of warmth and light, and love, so much love.

* * *

Your eyes opened to daylight, the dream ending abruptly, leaving you disoriented when you finally came to your senses. These dreams were starting to get ridiculous. He wouldn’t leave your head, even when he wasn't around. You put your mind to work immediately to push any thoughts of him aside, getting out your laptop and starting up your to-do list for the day.

The minutes ticked by slowly, your eyes always watching the clock, waiting for a text from him, dreading the night ahead. I’ll show up to be kind, have one drink, and disappear. Nobody will even notice when I leave, you thought. Though, nothing seemed to be that level of straightforward around Sam.

You successfully kept yourself preoccupied, until you decided to work on your joint project. He’d written quite a bit since the last time you looked at the document. It was endearing, like you were getting a glimpse into a part of him very few people knew. His style was brutish, getting his point across in as few words as possible, with the most blunt language he could muster. It was cute, in a way.

Time seemed to speed up while you occupied yourself, and before you were anywhere near ready to do so, it was finally time to get yourself ready for the party. You did so in silence, working the party over in your mind. It wasn’t too late to cancel. But you couldn’t do that to him. You imagined how his face would fall when you would tell him you couldn’t go anymore, and it broke your heart a bit. You wouldn’t do that to him. Not after that dream you'd had.

Your phone buzzed in your pocket, knocking you out of your thoughts. Sam’s name was on the screen.

leaving soon, you ready? he’d sent.

ready when you are

You took one last glance at yourself in the mirror, memories of your dream from the night before washing over you once again. Staring into your own eyes, you willed it away, pushing the memory down to the deepest recesses of your consciousness until it was lost with all the other thoughts that wandered around in there. You could not possibly face him with such a dream still knocking against the forefront of your mind.

When you finally met Sam on the first floor, you were a bit taken aback at just how…nice he looked. He was wearing the sweater he’d told you about, the patterns and colors complimenting his features perfectly. He had on a faded pair of jeans with a few square patches of fabric sewn into them – one with an elephant on it, another with a detailed drawing of a star. His hair was down, flawless and glossy as always. He gave you a toothy grin when he saw you, his eyes briefly running up and down the length of your body.

“You look nice,” he said, the words catching in his throat a bit.

“Same to you,” you replied, trying to keep a level head with his words repeating over and over in your mind.

“Thanks!” He looked down at himself. “I made these myself,” he motioned at the jeans. “Well, I didn't, like, make them, but I found these cool patches and put ‘em on.”

“You can sew?” You asked, a bit surprised.

“Of course I can. My mom taught me when I was a youngin.”

The thought of him sitting in his dorm, delicately sewing patches onto his jeans, was almost too much for you to bear. “Wanna get going?” The daylight had already long faded from the sky, the few stars obscured by a blanket of clouds.

“Absolutely, miss eclipse.”

“Don’t call me that, cornball.”

“Missus eclipse? Ma’am?” He cocked his head to the side.

You rolled your eyes, biting your lip against a smile. The things he said, coming from any other person, wouldn't even solicit a grin from you half the time. But something about him…you couldn’t help but laugh at every one of his jokes. “Let’s go already.”

The two of you made your way out of the hall and out into the night. There was a surprising number of people out tonight – though, that was only your perception. You didn’t leave the dorms much on Saturday nights if you could help it. Too much commotion, too many drunk men. Walking with Sam felt safe, though.

You made light small talk as you walked, discussing things like the coming winter, how you’d heard it was going to be a pretty bad one this year. You’d expected to feel more nervous at this point, but your body and mind both felt rather calm; as calm as they could be in Sam’s presence. There was something about him that radiated calm, like a lit fireplace or the smoke from incense. Walking with him, even in silence, felt right in a way you couldn't place. And between words, you imagined how it would feel to hold his hand as you walked.

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[entumtum]

Chapter Four: Protect

pairing: toji x afab reader (used y/n in the fic)

content: jjk college au, oh it gets a lot MORE suggestive, a little bit of violence, reader defends herself pretty well

mostly proofread!

chapter one | chapter two | chapter three | chapter five

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it had been a couple of weeks since the kiss between you and Toji in the campus garden. the both of you didn’t speak of it again but you sensed more tension between you - gazes lingered longer and the physical distance between you two gradually got smaller when you hung out. you tried your best to act normal around him, especially during your weekly classes, but it didn’t help that his mannerisms got gentler and he even offered to tutor you for one of your subjects on weekends - was he just finding chances to spend more time with you?

is he interested in me? should i just ask him? should i even be attracted to him? what if things don’t work out and we can’t be friends anymore? thoughts raced through your head a mile a minute but you just couldn’t bring yourself to do anything about them. you wanted his company and his friendship; scaring him away was the last thing you wanted to do.

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finals were in a couple of weeks. to celebrate the almost-end of the term, parties were springing up for everyone to blow off some steam. 

“Mei Mei’s throwing a huge one this friday - i heard there’s gonna be more booze and a hell lot more pretty boys and girls than the other parties! let’s goooo!!! especially you, y/n - time to GET SOME!” Satoru burst through Shoko and Utahime’s room door with the announcement, pointing at you dramatically. you chortled, “fine, fine, i’ll go! it’s like you feel my dry spell more than i do.” “of course, i can sense your hormone juices bursting at the seams!” his response earned a huge smack in the head.

you decided to let loose and dress sexier for the party: a black toga top that exposed your floral tattoo on your left clavicle and a white skirt that hugged your waist nicely. you curled your hair and bangs lightly, put on some light eye makeup and decided to go for a bolder, dark red lip.

Shoko and Utahime visited your room to borrow some makeup and were stunned by your look.

“i didn’t know you had a tattoo there - it looks so good! you should wear more clothes like these,” remarked Utahime as you blushed.

“we told the guys we’re here, by the way! they might drop by before we head to the party together.”

when you greeted the guys at the door, they couldn’t recognize you for a minute and stared little a bit too long at your body.

“who are you and what the hell did you do with y/n?” Satoru tilted his glasses down, looking shocked and more sleazy than usual. 

“that's a pretty tattoo,” Ryomen commented coolly.

“you look really good, y/n,” Kento said respectfully, with Choso nodding next to him.

You smiled bashfully at everyone’s compliments and thanked them sweetly. Shoko and Utahime came to the door, exclaiming, “we’re ready! let’s go!” you put on your chunky black heels and closed the door, only just noticing that Toji wasn’t with the guys. 

“where’s Toji?”

“he’s already there with his boxing friends, we’ll see him there!”

you nodded and stayed silent throughout the walk to the party, wondering how you would say hi to him or if you should even say hi at all. you wanted to try and enjoy the night with your friends - maybe even find someone and get laid like Satoru said, just for the heck of it. but you couldn’t keep those nagging thoughts about Toji from surfacing. 

you’re immediately hit by the smell of alcohol and warm bodies when you reach the party, loud music booming into your skull. Shoko and Utahime grabbed cups of a mystery alcohol concoction and forced it into your hand, yelling “CHEERS!” and making you down every drop. the buzz hit you almost immediately and you felt light-headed but happy, snaking through the place with your friends to scout the different drinking game areas and find other friends to say hi to. the guys already found their other friends to drink with or were hitting on girls, while you watched Shoko and Utahime dance in a small space between the rest of the party and the DJ booth, everyone’s sweaty bodies moving together with the music. 

you opted to stand at the side to enjoy the music and your drink slowly, sipping and soaking in the atmosphere. college truly is an… experience. as you started feeling more buzzed, you started moving your body to the music more, swaying slightly and nodding your head, smiling at your friends on the main dance floor and vibing with the girls next to you as the lights flashed wildly all around.

you didn’t notice a hand on your shoulder until you heard a familiar, low voice that made you spin around.

“hey, pretty.”

you lightly gasped as Toji held out a bottle of water to you, urging you to take it. you were surprised that he found you and even more surprised at the pet name. “hey Toji! thanks, i needed this,” you took a sip and handed it back to him. he leaned into you and asked, “you feeling okay?” his hot breath tickled against your ear, making your body shiver and you blushed, hoping that he didn’t notice amidst the flashing lights. “i’m fine, this is only my second drink!” you replied, giving him a coy smile. he smiled back, eyes moving up and down to check you out. he moved closer towards you, lips brushing against your ear again.

“you look beautiful, and that tattoo’s really hot. must’ve hurt when you got it done.” 

you smiled smugly in response. you weren’t sure if it was the liquid courage or just his forwardness making you feel braver, but you leaned forward and whispered in his ear, “i can handle pain pretty well, on my skin, inside me - i deal with it just fine.”

Toji’s eyes widened as you pulled away, smirking and turning to your friends, joining them on the dance floor, leaving him to think about what you just said.

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as the night progressed, you started feeling increasingly suffocated as more people joined the party. you went out to get some fresh air and texted the group chat with your friends to update them on where you were. the cool evening breeze hit your skin and you inhaled deeply. it felt good. 

“what’s a pretty thing like you doing out here in the dark?” a deep voice drawled from behind you and you whipped your head around to find three burly guys approaching you, two of them staggering while the third put his shoulder around you. 

“hey, stop it! get away from me!” you pushed the stranger away, only to have him swing his arm around you again, this time locking you in his arm tighter.

“don’t be like that, sweetie… come on, let us show you a good time,” he hiccupped. one of the other two drunkards grabbed you by the waist, dangerously close to your ass. you turned and kicked him in the crotch, elbowing the first guy in the ribs and they both stumbled away coughing.

“you bitch!” shouted the first guy, lunging towards you and slapping you across your face. you yelped at the searing pain and tasted iron on your bottom lip.

the next few moments were a blur. in the dim light, your cloudy vision made out a flurry of punches and kicks and you heard several screams and groans. bodies fell to the ground and a single person stood with his back towards you, breathing deeply. he turned to face you and you felt weak in the knees as he rushed towards you, grabbing you before you fell.

“y/n, are you okay?” Toji’s brows were furrowed, eyes darting all around you to find any injuries, noticing your bloodied split lip. “let’s get you back to your room, okay?” you nodded as tears of relief formed in your eyes. “please don’t cry, you’re alright now, i’m here, i’m here…” he rubbed your back slowly with his strong, soothing hands. you hugged him tightly and he reciprocated, not letting go until you did. he covered you with his jacket and you both slowly walked side by side back to your room.

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[berrys-hide-out]

Through thunderstorms and arguments- Call for help!

Summary; Peter finds Thor and Loki training and ends up wanting to see the cool move! Too bad the god of thunder has been hanging out too much with his mischievous little brother and things take a hysterical turn.

A/N; I changed a few things from the original ask which was sent by @inneedofsupervision but I desperately hope it turned out to your liking! (Apologies again for the wait! Still recovering 🩷🫂) ENJOY!!! ✨

Warnings; tickles and a lil fancy swearing form Loki!

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It was storming outside, hail clattered against the windows of cars and houses, raindrops fell like someone was dumping buckets of water onto earth and the wind changed the direction of it all every few minutes.

Peter watched in silence as the white pieces fell past the huge windows of the 100th floor of SI. He watched the clouds that sometimes lit up which was followed by crackling thunder.

It was loud, sure. Being so close to the clouds and roof; things always sounded a little louder but the soundproofed walls gave a bit of relief to it all.

The thunder could be unsettling after awhile.. you’d think he’d have gotten used to his sensibilities by now but in truth it wasn’t something that he could just ignore.

His mind wandered as he watched the spectacle, Thor and Loki were currently in the tower..

Thinking of Thor and Loki, where were they anyways? His eyes lifted and flew over the rather quiet common room.

Steve and Bucky were watching TV on the couch, Natasha and Tony sat by the table, the billionaire busy with something on his hologram while the super spy was halfheartedly watching the Tv.

“Where are Loki and Thor?” He asked as his feet took him towards the table. His voice seemed weirdly loud.. It felt almost criminal to disturb the silence.

Natasha looked at him „Probably training while the training room isn’t occupied“ Tony looked up as well „Yeah, pretty sure point break and reindeer games are trying to get along a little better.“ he stated in a bored tone, probably having heard the two gods bickering earlier today.

If Tony didn’t hear them Peter was positive Friday warned him about it.

„Alright I’ll go have a look then.“ „yep, don’t get between them Pete!“ Steve called after him wich earned him a chuckle and a two finger salute „Sure thing captn‘!“ he called before turning around, putting his hands into his pockets and heading off towards the training room.

He was two corners away from his destination when he already heard bickering. Peter chuckled, how can two gods bicker so much? They’ve been at it for hours!

„THOR! Let me down this instant!“ „Brother, stop struggling already or we won’t be able to do get help!“

Peter’s curiosity instantly spiked and he jogged the last steps, head poking into the room.

Sure enough he saw Thor holding Loki up, ready to throw while the younger squirmed uselessly.

„You will not throw me you insolent oaf!“ Loki yelled before getting tossed onto the mats, taking out the smaller ones that were standing up mere seconds before.

„I still hate it.“ Loki grumbled as he sat up. „I find it rather amusing.“ Thor grinned at his brother who sent him a dirty look „no it is not. It’s humiliating.“

Peter sniggered, earning their immediate attention. „Little spider!“ Thor grinned happily „hey kid.“

„heya! That was an awesome move!“ he grinned as he walked in, his grin widened when he saw Loki roll his eyes.

„Indeed! I am glad you’ve decided to join us on the matter! Loki doesn’t seem to be on the same page as us..“ Thor grinned and eyed Loki shortly. Peter nodded animatedly „can you show me? The whole move I mean?“

„I am not doing that again.“ Loki growled at his brother who was already looking at him with expectancy and a playful grin. The boy huffed „aw, why not? It’s such an awesome move!“ he gushed.

Loki squinted at him, seemingly trying to figure out if he was joking or not. Then his eyes caught Thors and he saw his own mischief twinkle right back at him.

Peter was about to ask something else only to gasp when Thor picked him up by sneaking under his arm „Let’s reenact the move together then litte spider!” He grinned.

The boy however could only huff. His feet were slightly off the ground and no matter how far he tried to bend his feet for his toes to reach the ground it just wasn’t enough.

With slight shock and bit of embarrassment he came to realise that was hanging there like a slack sack of potatoes.

An awkward slack sack of potatoes.

He was halfheartedly hanging over Thors neck and slightly his shoulder. The gods hand supported him by the ribs and the other held the arm that was draped over him.

Peter huffed at his predicament “can you lower me slightly? Please?” Loki sniggered at his question and shook his head as he stood up “Don’t worry Peter, it’ll get better” he reassured.

Peter did not feel reassured. The playful gleam in the tricksters eyes and the sly grin did nothing to reassure him- in fact his nerves lit up instantly and he shook his head. “No I’m su-HURE!”

The boy was interrupted by his own squeak and jump when the strong hand squeezed the spot by his ribs and he snapped to look at Thor with wide eyes and a betrayed glare. The god however just grinned down at him and winked.

Peter blushed- they were not actually about to team up on him after bickering the whole day through! Right!?

Peter heard the tricksters dark laugh rumble through his chest- if he wouldn’t have super hearing he’d only see him holding back his amusement.

“You have to stay committed little spider!” Thor announced happily as he nudged Peter’s ribs again, this time with a lot more intent as his knuckles rushed past his ribs.

Peter sputtered a laugh and he forced his legs up quickly to try and curl up. Loki grinned and shared an amused glance with Thor. “ahAhaha! nOhO! ThoHOhor!” The kid squeaked out between laughs.

Thor laughed with him and let up on the tickling. Peter’s legs lowered but before he could shoot Thor a dirty glare Loki walked closer to them “honestly Thor, don’t torture Starks kid” he mused and then squeezed Peter’s shoulder. “You need to call out for help to make it seem authentic”

Peter squinted at Loki “shouldn’t Thor be calling for help? I’m supposed to play the victim!” He argued. He was not about to call for help! Plus! He told Captain Rogers he wouldn’t get between them which basically translates do not get into trouble with them!

Loki clicked his tongue. “Details, details” he waved Peter off and went behind them.

The boy tried craning his neck as much as he could in his position but Loki positively vanished behind them.

“Y-You know what?” Peter blabbed nervously with a small grin “mihister stark said youhu were aharguing today morning-NA-HO!” He squeaked and batted at Lokis hands that were now right by his sides “come on guys I’m nohot calling for help!”

Thor hummed “Let’s help him out then why won’t we Loki?” The god in question sniggered darkly “Oh we definitely should brother”

Peter shook his head but the silly grin on his face only encouraged Thor with his and his brothers shenanigans.

“Nohoooo, come oh-HON! NoHOho!” The boy tensed and pulled his legs up again the second Lokis nimble fingers sprung into action, skittering over his sides over the thin shirt that Pete was now dearly regretting to have worn today.

“Come on Peter, just call for help and we can continue with the move” Thor tried to encourage, Peter cursed internally at the amusement in the gods voice. How dare he!

“Mmhm-noHOho!” He giggled, trying to at least make this hard for the gods by trying to hold his giggles, but alas it was all in vain as Lokis fingers sought out the spot that made him react most.

Peter shook his head and squealed when the trickster dug into his highest rib. “LOHOKIEHEE!” “My, my, seems I’ve found a sweet spot.” The god chuckled into his ear. “EHEhEYEE! nOHOh YOuhUHu HaHAveHEhen’t!” “Hmno? You’re saying there’s a spot worse than… this?” Peter bucked again when the god dug in with a lot more precision then before “NOAHA! IHI DiHIhidn’T SAHAhay ThAHAHat!”

“I don’t know young spiderling! Sure sounded like it!” Thor chuckled as he kept the boy off the ground. It was quite a task with all his squirming. Peter shook his head through bursts of laughter. Loki sniggered and let one of his hand slip to Peter’s hip.

The boy kicked out harshly and hit the poor god of thunder’s shin. The god grunted and hissed, kneeling down slightly. Loki halted before falling into mused chuckling.

“ohoho god IHi’m sohoho sohohorry!” Peter giggled as the god made his theatrics about his shin and let the kid go. Thor rubbed his shin with a soft groan “you have quite the kick little spider!” He goaded.

Peter gave a giddy smile and opened his mouth to say something before the god smirked “but not quite to take down a god yet!” He boasted and jumped the kid.

Peter screeched and grappled with Thor over the mats.

Loki shook his head at their antics. “Really brother? We had him perfectly trapped and great for the move!” He reminded and walked along the mats, watching as Thor gave the giggly kid little chance of winning.

“We still have to encourage the little spider brother! I’m sure this will be beneficial!” The god boasted.

Peter giggled wildly and fended off the gods hands as best he could “NOho! iHIhi’m not cAHalling for help!” Thor sniggered with him, the kid had a soft blush on his cheeks and playfulness was written all over his face. “But you have to! The move won’t be complete otherwise young Stark!”

Peter kicked out when Thor almost managed to pinch his ribs “THoHO-AAH!” He yelled in surprise when his leg was pulled and his knee was squeezed “LOhOKI!” He scolded playfully, sending the god a glare- but the god simply sent him a sly grin- damn his own traitorous smile!

With the short distraction Thor squeezed his ribs. “NAHAO! ThIHIHis IHIs UnfAHAhair! aHAAhAhahA!” Loki chuckled as he traced the boys knee, sending ticklish shocks through his whole system while Thor was on a journey down to his sides. “How do you mortals say, Pete? All is fair in love and war?” The trickster mused and swiped a finger up Peter’s sole at which the boy tugged at his leg harshly.

“nAA-HA! LOhOHOki!- ThOHoHOr! THIHiHIs IhIsnt fAhaHair!” Peter exclaimed again, his hands latching onto Thors wrists- yet he barely pulled at them.

“Cohome on Young spiderling! You just have to call out for help and that’s it” his amusement of the situation grew when Peter shook his head- what a stubborn little mortal..

“Alright.. well then..”

“NAHA! THOHOAHAR! CHEHEAHATEHEHER!” Peter threw his head back, fighting with his instincts to squeeze the god’s hands there which only seemed to make it worse- or try to grapple at them- which resulted in hilarious flailing.

Loki sniggered, but he couldn’t let his brother win this, mischief was his thing after all.

His slender fingers wrapped around Peter’s knee and his fingers scribbled along the backs of them.

The reaction was immediate, Peter’s leg slammed down on the mat only to jump back up with a high pitched yelp. “Oh? Are you hiding something Peter?” Loki mused and Thor let up on his tickles “what have you found brother?” “He- hehe found nohothing!” Peter protested but the two gods ignored him “See here..” Loki said which followed by his fingers squeezing and slightly wiggling into the spot. “NAHAO! LOHOKI! WehEHe can TAHAhalk Ahabout thIHIHIhis!”

The gods sniggered at the volume change each time Loki decided to continue his little game. “Aw, but we did talk Peter. You call for help and this aaaaall stops.” To let the kid talk he let up slightly The boy pouted at the god, his brown locks more disheveled then he’s ever seen them and slightly red cheeks. Loki sighed “I believe, brother, I should teach you a few things on tickling.” He stated, a sly smirk threatening to pull on his face when Peter’s cheeks flushed a tone deeper.

Thor chuckled “alright, have it your way.”

Peter gaped at him. NO WAY were they just AGREEING!

“W-Wait- Lohoki, come ohon we can fihigure this out- look youhu’re gettihing ahalong too! Mahaybe you can make uhup now??” peter blabbed as Loki moved closer and Thor away.

Loki chuckled darkly “your futile attempts of distractions are not working” peter couldn’t help the high pitched anticipatory giggle that slipped him as the god hovered over him.

“Ehe- you know- I-HAY!” Peter almost jumped out of his skin as Lokis hand rushed towards him.

“What happened Pete?” The boys eyes grew wide- oh. Oh.

He huffed and stared challengingly at the god. He’s heard of the wrath of the god of mischief. But.. he could handle it, he’s won Mister Stark’s attacks!

His challenging glare didn’t last long as the mischief practically dripped from the god. “What are you afraid of the tickles?” Loki asked as if it were like any other conversation.

Peter shook his head with a high pitched giggle. “N-no!” “No? So you shouldn’t mind..” Loki stopped above Peter’s stomach- surprised that the boy already flinched away.

Despite himself he moved his hand towards his side and flexed it- Peter, to his delight jumped again and moved closer to the god and away from the hand.

“Peter.” Loki stated and gained the boys attention.

“Whahat?”

“Are you by chance…. Air ticklish?”

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.

“uh oh” muttered Peter in utter disbelief before a steady stream of giggles escaped him. Loki’s collected expression turned to one of pure delight and mischief “oh boy.. this just got a lot more entertaining.”

Peter squeaked when the younger god made claws. “NOhOho!” The boy whined through his flustered and giggly predicament.

Thor suddenly jumped from next to Loki.

“EHEEE!”

The squeal echoed through the training room much to the gods amused and adoration at the boy- the boy himself- as if finally remembering he was free, turned around and tried crawling away.

He squeaked when a strong hand wrapped around his ankle “now hold on little spiderling!” Thor chuckled. Peter laughed at the silliness- before he could however think of how to make this harder for the gods, arms wrapped around his torso “Now I gotcha!” Loki growled and flung the boy back as if he weighted nothing.

Peter laughed without either of them even touching him- “are you laughing at us young Stark!?” Thor asked in disbelief and crossed his arms. “NOhOho!” Peter tried to reassure but failed expertly. Loki sniggered “I believe he is dear brother.. better give him something to laugh about huh?”

Thor grinned “I do believe you’re right brother” he mused.

Loki sniggered “ready to call for help yet Petey?” He muttered into his ear and the boy scrunched up with a barking a laugh “NEhEhEVER!” He declared boldly.

Loki tutted and looked at his brother. “Stark said his thighs and knees are ticklish.”

Thor chuckled at the protest of a shriek that came from Peter which though was quickly drowned by hysterical laughter as Lokis fingers went into his pits.

The god of thunder didn’t wait long for his own entrance and squeezed the boys thigh which, amusingly enough, with each squeeze they gained a higher squeal out of the boy.

Loki chuckled and shook his head, the boy could lean left or right and roll off, he could even put up a fight with his strength.. and yet..

“AHYEHE! OHOKAY!” Peter barked out and the gods let up.

Loki raised an eyebrow “you’ll call for help?” He mused and waited as the boy caught his breath.

Peter stifled most of his giggles before his hand went to squeeze Lokis own side.

To the boys surprise and glee Loki jumped.

The god sent him a warning glare “peter I’d truly advise against that” “why?” The boy grinned up at the god. “May I remind you that I am a god?”

Peter’s own mischief twinkled in his eyes “Thor will probably help me..” he mused. Loki raised an eyebrow “probably?” He mused “my brother is worse than me Buddy.”

Peter’s eyes widened at that “b-but we’ll be two!” He smiled timidly. Loki huffed “Are you going to call for help or not?”

The boy’s shoulders jumped as he chuckled through his nose.

Loki grinned “Unbelievable..” he hushed and looked at Thor. “You know, there’s a specific technique that got Thor to give in when we were children.” He said and watched as his brothers confusion morphed into surprise and glee.

Peter swallowed nervously and giggled “Thihis isn’t one ohof your Ahasgardian things right?” Loki laughed “No, this works all too perfectly on mortals”

Peter shivered at the sly grin. His silly grin fought its way right back onto his face “n-now hold on, no need for drastic- MEASURES!” He yelped when Loki suddenly rapidly squeezed and scribbled his side which sent sparks through his whole body. “HEHEY!” He squeaked and leaned away- falling onto the mats, front first, the gods hand on his back. “Uh-huh- Loki?” Peter asked and hoisted himself onto his elbows as he slowly understood his position- his face would lay awkwardly on the mats if he tried to shield his armpits. But if he kept his face from squeezing onto the mats they’d be open wide.

Loki chuckled at the giddy expression on the boys face. “You gonna call for help?”

Again. Peter shook his head.

It was fair to say that the god was not only surprised at the will to play but also at the stamina of the kid.

“Oh you’re asking for it.” He smirked down at the boy.

Peter squeaked in surprise at the demeanour change but didn’t get to dwell on it as the hands plummeted into his armpits.

“LOHOKIEHEHEEE!” Peter kicked his legs into the mats to try and relieve the tickle shocks even if only just lightly- Lokis nimble fingers found the sweet spot with practiced ease and vibrated on one armpit while on the other he scribbles.

Peter was probably loosing his lil head in the playful moment but the raging storm outside was positively forgotten.

“NAHAHAY! TOHOHOR!” Peter’s new protest made Loki look back and find Thors bold hands tickle the soles of the poor kid.

Chuckles from the door which ripped Lokis attention away from his attack and his hands slowed down enough for Peter to crank an eye open. “MIHIST- EHEY!” The boy scolded through his laughter and turned to look at Thor.

The billionaire in the doorway laughed “alright you two, let the kid up. I still need him today for lab time” Thor chuckled “do not worry stark! You’ll have young Stark with you in no time.” He mused. Loki rolled his eyes and sniggered “you good kid?”

Peter laughed but nodded and pushed Loki playfully “ahabout the move; IHi’m soho on your side- but I aham also so gehetting you back someday”

Loki raised a challenging eyebrow and then slowly, his ‘claws’.

Peter squeaked and rolled away “nohot today!” He laughed and got to his feet, hands in front of his body to protect himself.

The men laughed in choir.

“Loki we should continue training.” Thor stated, full of new enthusiasm. Loki glared at him “we are not doing get help” Thor grinned at him “we should.” Loki frowned “Peter—“

“NOPE! YOU GOT THIS!” Peter yelled with a laugh as he rushed out of the room.

The two gods laughed heartedly at the boys exit with Stark and got up. Maybe they could get along for awhile every now and again.

Meanwhile let’s hope Steve will be just as merciful as mister Stark was on Peter.

“Don’t get in trouble with them, huh?” His mentor asked with his smirk obvious in his voice.

Peter rolled his eyes with an obvious smile and flushed cheeks, his hand going through his disheveled hair.

Never mind..

#berry talks #Lee!peter #lee!peter parker #ticklish!peter parker #lee!spiderman #ler!Loki #ler!Thor #tickle fic #marvel tickles #I should sleep 🥹 #just finished editing it and didn’t wanna wait any longer #I feel like it didn’t end up being as expressive as I wanted #but it’s way too late for me aaaand things are in the eye of the beholder right? #HOPE YOU ENJOYED ANYWAYS!! 🎉

[iheartthesmithsblog]

some of my new manifesting “techniques” 🦥

( I WROTE EVERYTHING OUT ONCE THEN ACCIDENTALLY CLOSED THE APP AND LOST IT ALMOST CRIED SO HERE I AM RE WRITING EVERYTHING.)

now these are just some things that i added to my new routine to help me in my journey that helps ME personally if you like anything i list in the post you are more then welcome to add it to your own routine our switch it up a bit to your liking :) now to the post we go

💟 : manifesting something new each week.

so for this what i am gonna do is target something each week to get by the end of the week (friday) for example. say i wanted to manifest finding 20 dollars on the sidewalk on friday ill assume/affirm, “on friday i will find 20 dollars on the side walk” “on friday when i go outside i will find 20 dollars”. this will help keep manifesting fun and keep it from turning into feeling like a chore & it will boost my faith in the LOA and my faith in my power.

💟: manifesting something labeled “small” for me everyday.

by this i mean something smaller to me, because i know labeling your desires “big” and “small” can be harmful i simply mean things that arent as big, important or exciting as me manifesting my desired face. now for example say for today i wanna manifest seeing a rainbow colored car ill affirm “i just saw a rainbow colored car pass by” , “subconscious i command you to show me a rainbow colored car” etc. this ties in with keeping manifesting fun and also boosting my faith in the law and my own power.

💟: not writing out my desires/affirmations

now not everyone needs to do this as i used to write out my desires and affirmations almost everyone does i just want to stop doing this because i realize how much stress,doubts, and overcomplicating the LOA i do when i do this. instead i’ll simply just write out self concept affirmations and thats it, for any of my desires like df or db ill just affirm i have that when im in the mood to or when i want to saturate my mind OR if i think of it. writing out my desires or affirmations on a list makes it feel like im doing this as a chore or im in a lack of want by writing out everything and opening it everyday to read it. so by not doing this it can help me get into a state or knowing or a state of wish fulfilled easier.

💟: sticking to the basics and only using subliminals, affirmations,sats, and a mental diet.

if you dont know what subliminals are they’re just videos with hidden affirmations with music layered on top so you cant hear them, i only wanna stick with three things affirmations, subliminals and ONE AND ONLY METHOD sats. i want to do this because it keeps manifesting simple and not me doing 293893 methods to “try” and manifest my desires. and by sticking to the basics i mean simply remembering this picture which simplifies manifesting. and lastly a mental diet which is literally just flipping any and every thought u can and making them into thoughts that work in your favor its that simple it can be difficult at first to watch ur thoughts not at all times just when needed and instantly changing an unfavorable thought into a good one can be tricky but all you have to do is persist and you will not regret it

now here are just some things im gonna be doing to my routine to help me with my journey. these are the things ik will help me stay on track and actually keep me persisting, on track and not giving up until i get what i want. if you like anything i said once again dont be shy to add it to your routine. make your journey fun take care of urself just because you can get anything you want dont stop taking care of urself do ur makeup, even if ur manifesting clear skin do ur skin care BUT only if you want to because it will make you feel good not because you feel like you have to change the 3d. do things that will keep you in a good mood because even tho high vibrations and good moods aren’t needed for the law of assumption its better to have a higher self concept to help you manifest more easy rather then having a low self concept and just make manifesting more difficult for you, so make a routine , go shopping, get that job DO things that will make you feel happy dont do things because you feel like you have the change ur 3d no let your 4d and the law handle that :))

#law of assumption #law of manifestation #law of attraction #manifesation #manifest #neville goddard #manifesting #subliminals #sammy ingram #self concept #subliminal #affirm and persist #sub user #369 method #loa affirmations #affirmations #master manifestor #revision #loa #manifestation results #law of karma #law of desire #desires #manifesting method

[theamd426]

Julie and the Phantoms Catholic School AU head-cannons

Idk if I’ll ever write this AU, but this was kind of fun! Let me know what you think!

Julie and Carlos were both enrolled as Pre-K 4 students. Rose didn’t want to send them to school too early. Their parents sent them to Catholic school because it was smaller and they had friends who’s kid’s went there. Ray being the dad he is would let Julie or Carlos go to a different school if they wanted to.

Alex was enrolled as a pre-k 3 student. His parents are super devout pro-life Catholics. They go to confession twice a month, make Alex be involved in the youth group, and he’s an alter server. He hates every single aspect of it.

Saint Margret’s (the fictional school name) is actually known for its academics so Alex’s parents also put him in all honors and AP classes, which does not help with his stress levels at all.

Luke’s parents started sending him there in 7th grade. They can’t comfortably afford catholic school, but they lowkey hope that it will make it easier for him to focus and harder for him to skip class since the teacher student ratio is like 20-1. It is harder to sneak out, but he still manages to sneak away every once in a while and practice guitar.

Reggie is a scholarship student who was enrolled in 4th grade. He is strictly there for academics because the public school in his district was failing. One of his neighbors actually put his name in for a Knights of Columbus scholarship because they saw his potential and were worried about his wellbeing and wanted to make sure he got a decent education. He took three busses by himself just to get to school every day.

Carrie’s dad enrolled her in 9th grade as a way to keep her in line and help her focus on her studies. He read that a lot of the kids who went there ended up going to top colleges and he really didn’t want to have to write a big check to get her into school. She is constantly getting dress coded because she rolls up her skirt and tries to accessorize her uniform.

Bobby used to live with his Lola before he moved in with his Uncle Trevor and cousin Carrie. He started going in 10th grade with Carrie just so Trevor didn’t have to figure out how to get them to two separate schools. He was raised Catholic by his Lola, but he doesn’t really believe in god anymore.

Flynn is Julie’s neighbor and does not go to Catholic school. Los Feliz high is a great school and she is constantly trying to pressure Julie to transfer. She makes fun of Julie’s uniform and tries to pressure her to make her skirt shorter. Julie never gives into the peer pressure.

Willie has been kicked out of 6th schools and his dad enrolled him as a junior begging him to stay in line or he’ll have to be homeschooled. Willie knows he’s too social for that so he tries to behave, but he forgets the Catholic Church frowns upon homosexual relationships and gets caught making out with a blonde boy in the boys bathroom. Whoops!

The school doesn’t call Alex’s parents and tell them because Alex swears he’s not out yet and he really doesn’t want to get kicked out and he promises to go to confession that Friday. Both Alex and Willie get detention for two weeks and Alex’s parents ground him for that duration as well.

Julie and Alex have known each other their entire lives. Even though they weren’t in the same class they had the same lunch and recess time so they hung out a lot. They kind of consider themselves as siblings and Julie is the first person Alex comes out to.

Reggie, and Alex were in the same 4th grade class and became best friends. On nights when Reggie’s dad would get black out drunk he would ride his bike over to Alex’s house and sleep on his floor. Eventually Alex’s parents found out and they put a stop to it.

Reggie’s home life didn’t get better and he started sleeping at the beach or would sometimes sleep in the school. He stopped going home all together right after he started sophomore year. He would shower in the boys locker room and ask Alex if he could do laundry at his house since “their washer was busted and his mom won’t give him money to go to the laundromat.”

Ray found Reggie sleeping under the bleachers while setting up for a fall Halloween fundraiser. Reggie hadn’t been going home for almost three months at that point and he was never declared missing.

Ray called CPS, and ended up getting custody of Reggie as a kinship foster placement. The school wanted to expel Reggie for sneaking in after hours, but Ray was adamant he didn’t get a punishment. He swore he was going to pull Carlos and Julie out if they expelled Reggie since he was clearly being neglected and abused at home and he didn’t know what else to do.

The second Tia Victoria realized Reggie had basically been living off of school lunches for three months she made him so much homemade food. He instantly became a member of their family.

#julie and the phantoms #reggie jatp #reggie peters #julie molina #alex mercer #reggie julie and the phantoms #luke patterson #jatp fanfic #fanfic #child abuse mention #willie jatp #carrie jatp #carrie wilson #flynn jatp #ray molina #catholic school #Catholic school AU #child neglect

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Getting Barreled

Wipeout - Chapter 5 

Pairing: Surfer!Tom Holland x Reader

A/N: I’m so sorry about the long gap between chapters, I really try not to do that, hopefully since it’s so long it makes up for it. Anyways any feedback is always appreciated! Reblogs and comments mean a lot, I always leave my ask box open too if you wanna talk anon or something! Love you guys so much, hope you enjoy xx

Warnings: Smut, fighting, angst

Summary: Turns out Tom doesn’t like watching your flirt either

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When Tom arrived at your house on Friday night he wasn’t prepared for how dressed up you’d be. You wore a snug little black dress he’d never seen before, it nearly brought him to his knees. He knew all eyes would be on you as soon as you got to the party, and he was right. As soon as you two stepped inside he noticed people starting to ogle you, he knew it happened whenever you two went out, but tonight he was hyper aware of it. Tonight you were actually going to flirt back with one of the people that ended up approaching you. Normally you were too busy with Tom and your other friends to even realize when someone was trying to hit on you.

Tom knew it wouldn’t bug him, at least in the sense of him feeling left out or insecure. This was a planned event after all, he’d know you were just doing it to prove a point, but he was there to make you feel better. So he was going to sit by himself, feeling awkward and bored in the corner while you had fun. The only situation he could imagine himself getting actually worked up about was if someone started being creepy or coming onto you a little too aggressively.

Admittedly Tom was starting to feel a bit awkward already because you seemed to know everyone at the party, and Tom hadn’t recognized anyone yet. It was isolating, even for someone as social as Tom. It just wasn’t his crowd, the only college students he usually hung out with were locals, people he’d grown up with. He was used to more laid back parties too, kickbacks or bonfires that were almost always held on the beach. Being crammed into a tiny house with no room to move with a bunch of couples getting hot and heavy was hardly his idea of a fun party. Tom was surprised by how comfortable you seemed considering you always told him you preferred the smaller kickbacks you attended with him and Grace.

“There they are,” you waved to Anya when you spotted her hanging out in the kitchen, you grabbed Tom’s arm to drag him over to where her and her girlfriend stood. Anya was your coworker, but Tom knew the two of you also went to school together. Tom had met her a few times in passing but never really talked to her, but in that moment he was just happy to see a familiar face, “Tom this is Anya’s girlfriend Rey, Rey this is my friend Tom.”

“Nice to meet you,” Tom shook her hand.

“Do you guys want something to drinK?” Anya asked.

“Definitely,” you nodded, “You want a beer or something Tom?”

He shook his head, “Nah, I’m not gonna drink tonight.”

“No problem, I’ll be right back,” you followed Anya away to a crowded kitchen counter.

Tom watched as you two wiggled between people and attempted to grab some drinks. He couldn’t help but chuckle at the sight. A tall, slim boy started talking to you while you were trying to find a drink you would like. It seemed like you knew him, and you started to blush as he spoke to you. Something he said made you start laughing before you and Anya came back to where Tom and Rey were waiting for you. The boy followed behind you and upon closer inspection Tom realized he had to be a few years older than you both, at least in his mid twenties.

“Here babe,” Anya handed Rey a setzler and wrapped her arm around the shorter girl, “This is Riley, he was the TA in our history of interiors class,” she explained, “Riley this is my girlfriend Rey, and (y/n)’s friend Tom.”

Riley nodded to both of them, “Nice to meet you both.”

“Yeah, you too,” Rey smiled back at him but Tom said nothing.

“So are you two students also?” he hummed.

Rey nodded, “Yeah, I’m in the fashion design program.”

“Two designers,” he chuckled, “That’s cute. What about you Tom?”

Tom pursed his lips, “I’m not in school.”

“Well academics aren’t for everyone,” he smiled and glanced down at you, “I certainly wish they weren’t for me.”

Tom fought the urge to roll his eyes while you smiled back at him, “Whatever, you took a TA job, and that does not pay well enough for anyone who doesn’t love school to do it.”

“I didn’t say I don’t love it, I just wish it wasn’t for me,” he chuckled, “I mean TA’s have a lot of responsibilities, and I’m not even allowed to flirt with the pretty girls in my class.”

Tom couldn’t believe you’d want to flirt with someone like Riley. For starters you were way out of his league, and he was obviously just some sort of stuck up academic. He was wearing a turtleneck to a party in the middle of summer, that alone should have been enough to deter you, but his last comment also seemed like a red flag to Tom. It made Tom wonder if you were actually into him, as more than just someone to flirt with for the night. Maybe while you were in class with him you’d developed a little crush, and the idea of that rubbed Tom the wrong way.

“We should play beer pong,” you suggested, a flirty smirk on your lips as you set a hand on RIley’s arm, “Tom’s not drinking so you could be my partner Riley.”

“That sounds lovely,” he agreed, “It looks like they're about to wrap up, we can take the winner.”

“Totally,” you giggled and squeezed his arm while he whisked you away to the beer pong table.

You smiled at Tom as you brushed past him, he just pursed his lips as he watched you two walk away.

“He seems like he’s quite a bit older than you guys,” he commented to Anya with a frown.

“What? He’s only like 23,” Anya laughed, “I think Rey and I are gonna try and play too, do you wanna head over there with us?”

He shook his head, “No, that’s alright, I’m fine here.”

Tom leaned back on one of the kitchen counters while he watched you and RIley flirt. A few people tried to talk to him but he brushed them all off, even if he weren’t there with a purpose he wasn’t in the mood to flirt. He had his eyes locked on you, Riley gave him bad vibes, and he was just waiting for him to do something weird or make you uncomfortable.

You didn’t seem to mind anything he was doing though. You smiled when he grabbed your waist and giggled when he started whispering in your ear. Tom was uncomfortable with it though, and he didn’t understand why you were okay with everything he was doing. It seemed so obvious to him that Riley was a creep. Everytime he moved closer to you or made you laugh it just fueled Tom’s anger. He had his hands clenched at his sides, his knuckles starting to turn white from how tight his grip was. If he made even one wrong move Tom was going to walk right over there and hit him.

Tom crossed his arms while he watched you cheer for Riley, congratulating him as he scored another point. Riley looked so smug about it, his eyes shamelessly wandered over your body every chance he got. It was making Tom sick, Riley was looking at you like you were a piece of meat, like he couldn’t care less about what kind of person you were or what sort of personality you had. Riley leaned in close to you and his hand dropped from your waist to your ass. That was the final straw for Tom, flirting was one thing, grabbing your ass was another.

He paced towards you two, his hands clenched at his sides again and his brows knit in frustration, “Okay, that’s enough,” he shoved Riley away from you and stepped in front of you, “Hands to yourself got it?”

Your eyes widened in shock as Riley tried to laugh it off, “Woah, hey, we’re just playing a game.”

“Yeah well if you touch her again I’m gonna break your fucking arm so just back off,” Tom threatened lowly, anger swirled in his chest. He had no problem starting a fight with some creep who thought he could get handsy with you, but luckily Riley backed off, “We’re going home,” Tom turned back to you and started pushing you towards the door.

You couldn’t do anything but gape at Tom while he ushered you out of the party. You had never seen him so angry, “What the hell Tom?!” you questioned as he threw open the front door.

“He was a fucking creep,” he seethed, ripping his keys out of his pocket as he stomped towards his Jeep.

“Creep?” you gaped again while you climbed into the middle seat, “We were just flirting Tom, it was totally normal.”

“That was not normal,” he scoffed.

“Yes it was, you know it was,” you were fighting a smirk while he started the car, “You just didn’t like feeling left out while I was flirting and having fun.”

“I am not jealous!” he snapped back at you, his cheeks flushing pink in an instant, “I just know when guys have bad intentions, and he obviously did.”

“He didn’t have bad intentions, he was flirting. It’s no different than how you were hitting on that girl at Adrien’s party,” you replied smugly.

“He grabbed your ass! And you obviously didn’t see how he was looking at you!”

“People check each other out when they’re flirting Tom,” you rolled your eyes, “Why don’t you just admit it made you uncomfortable? That was the whole point of doing this anyway.”

“Yeah I was uncomfortable with how much of a fucking creep he is!” he yelled back, glaring at the road in front of him, “There isn’t anything else to it (y.n). We're friends with benefits and that's it, you knew what you were getting into. It's not my fucking fault if you're catching feelings."

Anger started to bubble up inside you, just like it had the weekend before. He wouldn’t just admit that he was upset, even though that was the whole reason you two had gone out. You knew he wasn’t jealous, because of course he wasn’t. You wanted him to admit that it hurt him, the same way it had hurt when he did it to you. Instead he was trying to turn it around on you, and that made your blood boil.

"You are the last person on earth I would ever catch feelings for Tom. You're an immature, arrogant, self centered, prick. You don't have any ambitions or goals, and you don't do anything that doesn't give you some kind of immediate gratification. You're a good lay and that's about it, so don't ever start thinking I want something more than that with you because I don’t, and I won’t, ever,” you spat mean and spiteful words at him, determined not to be the one who went home hurt and crying again.

Instantly you recognized that you’d gone too far, and the way his face contorted confirmed that you had succeeded in hurting him. You regretted it right away, but instead of taking anything back you just sat in silence, waiting for him to respond.

Tom was angry, he gripped the steering wheel in front of him as tightly as he could. His chest puffed up as he tried to think of some sort of snarky reply but nothing came to him. He was a thousand times more hurt than he was angry and truthfully he didn’t know what to say. He’d always admired how driven and put together you were, envied it even. He didn’t like to show it or talk about it, but he was insecure about his own future. Of course he knew that he couldn’t just work at the surf shop and party forever, but he had no clue what he wanted to do with his life. It hurt to hear one of his best friends tell him that she also thought low of him because of it. Even worse was hearing that apparently he didn’t have much value to you beyond sex.

"Well I came out to do this stupid shit for you and it hasn't been gratifying in the least," his voice was low, sounding more tired than angry, "Actually it’s been pretty fucking miserable, but I did it to try and make you feel better because I know I fucked up. I know I’m not a great person but I try to do right by the people I care about, and you're one of those people. I wanted to make things better because you’re a lot more than just a good lay to me and I felt fucking awful for hurting you. I care about having you in my life and I care about our friendship, a lot, but if you think I’m just a selfish prick who’s only good for sex then fine. We can just be done, I’ll just leave you alone. That’s what you wanted in the first place right?”

Your face burned, you were embarrassed and ashamed and unable to speak. Silence fell between you once again as his words sank in. You felt nauseous.

“I’m sorry,” you apologized softly, “I shouldn’t have blown up at you like that, I-I just, I,” you stumbled over your words nervously, “You’re not just a good lay to me Tom, you’re my best friend, and there’s no excuse for me saying something like that to you.”

He glanced over at you, his expression softening when his eyes landed on yours, “(y/n)...”

“I just wanted you to admit that you were hurt, that I was right, and it felt like you were getting mad at me instead,” you admitted shamefully, “I didn’t want to go home crying and hurt again, so I tried to hurt you instead, and that was really shitty of me. I really appreciate that you wanted to do this and try to make me feel better. I’m sorry I’ve been snappy and mean, you’re a really good friend, even if I don’t deserve it.”

“You do deserve it,” he set his hand on your thigh, squeezing you closer to him to try and assure you it was okay, “And you’re not totally wrong either. I know I can be really selfish and I don’t have my life put together. I’ve always been kind of jealous that you’ve got it all figured out, I wish I could be more like you, I just don’t know what I want yet.”

“I wish I was more like you too. I mean sometimes I get so focused on school and my goals that I miss out on everything else, and I forget to do things that make me happy. That’s one of the reasons I like hanging out with you. You always make me have fun, and you remind me to live in the moment,” you blushed and looked down at your hands, “And I don’t think there’s anything wrong with not having it figured out yet by the way. We’re still really young and plenty of people our age don’t know what they want yet. And I think it’s okay if you never figure that out either, just as long as you're happy Tom.”

“Well I’m almost always happy when I’m with you,” he cracked a smile, “But I’ll admit you were right, tonight really sucked. I still think he was a creep, but I didn’t like being there alone while you were off flirting. I’m sorry I did that to you."

“It’s alright, I was a way bigger jerk tonight,” your head fell on his shoulder.

“I get what you mean about it making you feel insecure too,” he bit his cheek before continuing, “It’s like why are you flirting with someone like ten leagues below you when I’m there and I’m only like one league below you.”

You couldn’t help but laugh because it was the most Tom way to confess to being insecure, “Don’t worry Tommy, you’re definitely better looking, and you’re way more my type.”

He smiled and kissed your forehead. You closed your eyes as you rested on his shoulder, hopeful that you two would be able to put this all behind you and get back to business as usual. Fighting with your best friend was exhausting.

It was quiet, and you were both calm, but Tom’s mind was still running. There was still one more thing he wanted to get off his chest. Something about seeing you with another man had scared him, it made him feel something he’d never felt before.

“(y/n)?”

“Yeah?”

“Maybe we should try being exclusive,” he waited for you to react. You sat up, but you were too surprised to say anything back to him, “Like only sleeping with each other. That way we can keep having fun but neither of us have to be insecure or anything,” his tongue darted over his lips nervously, “Plus a lot of guys are creeps, and I don’t want you to sleep with some dickhead who starts stalking you or something. I mean I want you to fall in love and all that, but until you find someone you actually want to date, I could be your exclusive booty call.”

“Exclusive booty call,” you laughed again, “I don’t know Tom. Could you really commit to that? I mean you’re going to Hawaii in a week…”

He nodded, “Honestly it’s been a while since I’ve slept with anyone else.”

“Really?” you raised a brow suspiciously.

He nodded again, a light blush flushing over his cheeks, “Yeah, I just haven’t really been interested. I mean I know it’ll be better with you,” he shrugged, “So I’d rather just sleep with you.”

“Well honestly I haven’t slept with anyone else in a while either,” you confessed.

“Really?”

“Yeah.”

He chuckled, “I guess we’ve kind of been doing that for a while then.”

“I guess so,” you smiled and laid on his shoulder again.

“I think it’ll work just fine then,” he pressed another kiss to your forehead, “Do you wanna stay at mine tonight?”

“Yeah, that sounds nice Tommy,” you agreed.

“Alright.”

You both wore a smile for the remainder of the drive. It felt good to have everything out on the table, to really be back to normal. You stayed curled up against Tom and he kept his hand on you while you drove. The small touch was nice, but you were craving more. The flurry of emotions you’d experienced that night had set all your nerves ablaze in a way you knew only really had one cure. It didn’t help that your mind kept flickering back to the way Tom had yelled at Riley. He’d been so quick to jump to your defense, and the way he’d looked while he did it was nearly criminal. He looked so strong and imposing, it made you weak at the knees.

“Tommy?” you bit your cheek as he pulled into the driveway.

“I’m not gonna carry you in Flower,” he hummed and peaked over at you, “I don’t care how tired you are.”

“That’s not what I was gonna say,” you laughed lightly, “Actually I was gonna tell you that I’m not really that tired yet…”

“Yeah, it’s still pretty early, I figured we could throw on a movie or something,” he smiled innocently back at you.

He was playing dumb, you knew he was. Usually you initiated things with actions and body language rather than your words, so when you did hint at it verbally he liked to draw it out. He’d tried to get you to say the most explicit things he could, acting like he didn’t understand until you’d stated what you wanted outright. It wasn’t like you were embarrassed to say it outloud or talk about it, but when he played games like that it became a matter of pride. Horny or not you weren’t going to just give in.

“Yeah, or we could do something else,” you unbuckled yourself and him before bringing one of his hands to your waist.

“Sure, we’ve got some board games,” he sunk his fingers into the fabric of your soft dress as he continued to play dumb, “Some kind of trivia thing, I’m sure you’d be good at it.”

You looped a single finger around his necklace and dragged him towards you, stopping when your lips were just a hair apart, “How about something more physical? I’ve got a lot of energy.”

“Twister?” he suggested, “I don’t think we have that Flower.”

“Tom,” your eyes narrowed to a soft glare, “You know what I’m talking about.”

“How could I know something you didn’t tell me?” he cocked his head and knit his brows.

He was a good actor, but you knew him too well.

“Stop playing dumb,” you ordered, “I’m not gonna say it.”

“I’m not playing dumb,” his facade started to crack, you could see the corners of his lips threatening to tug up into a smile, “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“Tom,” you huffed, “Come on.”

“Just say it, so I know what you want,” he moved his free hand to your waist, pulling you closer as he encouraged you to speak, “It can’t be that hard Flower, you’re very well spoken.”

You could smell his piña colada chapstick, he was so close you could practically taste it too. Annoyed with his continued teasing you tried to lean forward and kick things off, but he leaned back. His lips were now drawn to a full smirk, obviously happy that he was winning. More than anything you wanted to kiss him and wipe that smug look off his face.

“You’re a dick,” you accused.

“Really? I’m just trying to help,” his chest vibrated against yours as he let out a low, sensual chuckle, “If you just tell me what you need I’m sure there’s something I can do for you.”

“Sex Tom,” you stated bluntly, “I want to have sex. You know it’s really unsexy when I have to say it out loud like that.”

“Don’t sell yourself short, I thought it was incredibly sexy,” he purred before he pressed his lips to yours.

His fingers sank further into your waist and you wrapped both of your arms around his neck. A deep, satisfied groan left your lips at the contact. Tom dropped one hand to your thigh and attempted to pull you into his lap, but his plans were foiled by the steering wheel. Your ass grazed against it when you attempted to straddle him and set off his car horn, causing both of you to jump and pull away from each other. You stared at each other for a moment before starting to laugh.

“Maybe we should head inside first,” Tom suggested with a smile.

You nodded in agreement and climbed off of his lap and out of the car. Tom followed after you, keeping his hands on your waist as you ran towards the door. He buried his face in your neck while he reached for the door. He left a trail of wet kisses over your skin as you tumbled into the house. You bit your lip to hide your laughter as you made your way towards his room.

He grabbed the back of your dress as you pushed the door open, “Let me get that zipper for you love.”

“Shouldn’t you start getting undressed first?” you spun around to face him, “You’ve got a lot more on.”

“Save the best for last,” he grinned and tugged your zipper down.

“Oh really?” you laughed.

He nodded and pushed the dress off your shoulders. His eyes followed it all the way to the ground, watching as it pooled around your feet. He bit his lips as his eyes trailed upwards, “You know I’ve been thinking about peeling this off of you all night.”

“Dog,” you jabbed playfully as you lifted his shirt.

He grinned and pressed his lips against your ear, “Woof.”

A chill ran up your spine while he nipped at your ear. His hands left a warm trail across your bare skin, sending a flood of heat to your core. He pressed his lips to the shell of your ear and started moving towards your neck. You smiled and wrapped your arms around his neck, craning your head back so he’d have access to more of your skin.

“So I don’t get any help with my clothes?” he teased, you could feel his lips curl to a smile against your skin.

“Not until you ask nicely,” you teased back.

He bit his lip and pulled back so his eyes could meet yours, “You want me to get on my knees too?”

“You’re not the only one who gets to make demands Holland,” you jabbed your finger into his chest.

“Oh well in that case,” he leaned in, his lips brushing against your ear again, “Will you pretty please help me with my clothes love?”

“Yeah I think I will,” you purred back, reaching for the bottom of his shirt.

You tugged the thin, cream colored shirt he was wearing over his head and tossed it to the ground. You ran your hands down his chest and abs, stopping just above the waist of his jeans. His eyes darted downwards, watching as you traced over the edge of his pants. Instead of popping open his jeans you hooked your fingers in his waistband and started walking backwards, stopping when the back of your legs hit his bed. You teased him by running the back of your fingers along his waist before you finally undid his button and pulled down his zipper. His jeans fell to the floor and he stepped out of them, placing both of his large hands over your ass.

“Alright,” he hummed, “My turn again.”

His hands dropped to the back of your thighs, before you could react he lifted you up and tossed you onto the bed. You squealed and erupted in laughter while you bounced across his mattress. He laughed and crawled onto the bed beside you, rolling you onto your back and straddling your hips. His hands started at your waist and krept up your body all the way to your breasts. One hand stayed at your breasts, giving a soft, teasing squeeze while the other moved up to your cheek. He used his thumb to tug down on your bottom lip, forcing your lips into a pout.

“Gorgeous,” he commented under his breath, “How about a kiss angel?”

A little awestruck you pressed a kiss to his thumb. Tom had an ability to make you feel so delicate and special, like you were the only person in the whole universe. Already dark eyes turned nearly black as they drank in your every move. Soft pink lips would curl into an almost devilish grin before smothering every inch of your skin in hot, sultry kisses. His hands would trail all over your body, making you feel warm and weak under his touch. It seemed almost unfair how good he was.

You reached up, lacing your hands through his hair so you could pull him down to you. You nipped at his bottom lip right away and he happily opened his mouth. He squeezed your breast again before his hand slipped under you, unclasping your bra with surprising ease.

“Usually takes you longer than that,” you mumbled against your lips.

“Shove it,” he mumbled back before sitting back up.

He tugged your bra off and eyed your chest, smiling wide as he reached down to touch you. He ran his hand over your delicate skin before he leaned in, pressing his lips to the valley between your breasts. You bit your bottom lip while he sucked at the skin there, waiting for him to move to your more sensitive areas. You used one hand to tug at his messy curls, trying to prompt him to move along.

For once he decided against teasing you and moved his mouth over your right nipple, taking the left between two of his fingers.

You moaned and pulled at a tuft of his hair, “Fuck,” you groaned against him, “Tom.”

He continued sucking at your skin while you leaned up into his touch. You rocked your hips up into his, which prompted him to reach down between you. Instead of touching you like you’d hoped he palmed over himself. He groaned against your skin and pushed his boxer brief down off his hips. You reached down to pull your own underwear off but he stopped you.

“Let me,” he purred, running a single finger over your underwear.

“Tom please,” you whined.

Instead of listening he pulled your underwear to the side and slid a single finger into you. You moaned as he started to finger you, rocking your hips eagerly against his hand. He tugged your nipple between his teeth before he pulled away from your breasts.

“That feel good angel?” he cooed, teasing you with a second finger.

You nodded quickly, “Amazing.”

“Good,” he added the second finger and curled them both inside you, “I want you to be nice and wet for me angel.”

You moaned under him while he reached down to start stroking himself. After he was sure he’d gotten you wet enough he carefully removed his fingers and pulled your underwear down. You let out an annoyed groan at the loss, to which he only chuckled.

“Hi beautiful,” he set one hand on your cheek and used the other to reach behind you for a pillow.

“Wait,” you grabbed his wrist as he tried to move the pillow under you, “I wanna be on top.”

He grinned and leaned back, “Lucky me.”

He grabbed one of your hands to help pull you up and traded spots with you. He propped himself up on his elbows so he could watch you climb on top of him. You dragged your fingertips down his abs before you took him in your hand. He bit down on his bottom lip while you ran your thumb over his head.

“Fucking hell,” he swore and tried to place one of his hands over yours.

You swatted it away with a smile, “My turn.”

He chuckled and fell back onto the bed, “Alright.”

“That feel good Tommy?” you cooed while you jerked him off.

“Mmm hmm,” he hummed, “Very.”

“Good,” you lifted your hips and hovered above him, “Ready?”

He nodded and grabbed your hips, “I got you angel.”

You used one hand to hold him in place while you sank down onto him. Both of you moaned as he bottomed out in you. His fingertips dug into your skin while you adjusted to his length. At first you just rocked your hips against him, warming yourself up to the feeling of riding him. He kept moaning under you, using his hands to help guide you through the movements.

You braced one of your hands against his stomach before you lifted your hips and sank down again. Tom let out a deep, approving groan and ran his hands up and down your sides. He moved a hand down to your clit while you found your rhythm. You moaned while you bounced and ground against him.

“Shit,” Tom’s eyes flickered between your eyes and your breasts while you bounced on top of him, “So pretty,” he groaned.

You let out a breathy laugh and ground down extra hard against him. He squeezed your hip and started to thrust up into you. You moaned and brought your free hand to your breasts, pinching the same nipple he’d been sucking at just minutes before. You could feel your high coming, everything building up to the perfect climax. Tom wasn’t any better off either, all his skin was flushed and dewy, and the sounds he was making were downright pornographic. You panted above him, suddenly jolting and moaning when he pinched your clit.

“Tom!” you cried out.

“You gonna cum for me angel?” he squeezed your waist when he felt you tightening around him.

You nodded eagerly, “Yeah.”

“You feel so incredible,” he complimented, starting to take over the majority of the thrusting as you got closer and closer, “And you look so gorgeous angel, can’t wait for you to cum for me.”

You whimpered and leaned forward so you could grind on him a little harder. He pinched your clit again and everything came crashing down. A flood of warmth overtook your body as you clenched down around him. You panted and moaned while he groaned happily. He pushed himself up while you rode out your high, continuing to pound into you while he buried his face in your neck. He nipped and sucked at your skin while he chased down his own climax. You threaded your hands through his hair and tugged at some of his curls. He moaned and pressed his lips to yours as he finished. You kept rocking your hips against him, helping him to ride it out the same way he’d helped you. He didn’t pull his lips from yours until he’d finished.

You both wore happy, tired smiles while you stared at each other. After a minute of just staring you both started to laugh and Tom pressed his lips to yours again. He pulled away and carefully pulled out of you.

He hummed, tracing over your hips with a smile, “Bet you’re tired now huh?”

You smiled back, “Yeah, but I need to go to the bathroom before we go to bed.”

He nodded, “Got it, let me get you something to wear.”

He climbed out of the bed and grabbed an oversized shirt for you. He pulled it over your head and helped you stand, laughing when he noticed you wobbling on your way to the door. He pulled on a fresh pair of underwear while you peed and fell back into the bed to wait.

“You need a nightlight in that hall,” you commented, rubbing your eyes as you padded towards him, “I almost walked into Harrison’s room.”

“Well I’m sure that would have made Haz’s night,” he laughed, opening his arms to invite you back to him, “Come on, I’m cold.”

You rolled your eyes and crawled over him, snuggling up between him and the wall. Tom wrapped his arms around you as you laid your head on his chest, one of his hands lazily dragged up your back while you closed your eyes. His chest rumbled with a content hum, a smile tugged across his lips as he placed a kiss against your forehead.

“(y/n)?” he spoke your name softly, trying to gauge if you were up for pillow talk or not.

“Tom,” you mumbled back.

“I’ve been thinking lately,” he continued, a light blush spreading across his cheeks, “About what I want to do with my life.”

“Really?” you yawned.

He nodded, “Yeah, a little. I’ve just been thinking that I really like working with kids, you know, helping them come out of their shells and everything. Maybe I’d like to do that more full time.”

“Like being a teacher or something?”

“I don’t know about that, I never really liked school,” he sighed, “But something with kids, maybe an after school program or some kind of counseling or something? I don’t know, maybe I could just open my own surf school.”

“I think you’d be really good at that Tom,” you smiled up at him, “You could always take a few classes on it and see if you like it.”

He nodded, “Yeah, maybe I’ll do that. Then we could carpool to school together,” he chuckled.

You hummed, “Fine, but you better not make me late.”

“I wouldn’t dream of it, Flower,” he chuckled.

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Little Miss Never Swears ; Christian Pulisic

Recommended listening: All Mine (Slowed + Reverb) -  Plaza  Warnings: 18+

“How’s the new boss?” Mason chirps around the parmesan-dusted breadstick currently invading his mouth.

“Awful,” you answer glumly. Defeated, you eye the almost-empty bread basket as Mason reaches for another breadstick.

“Leave some for the rest of us, will ya?” Christian says, snatching the last breadstick before Mason can stake his claim on it. Your boyfriend offers you the butter-soaked bread but you decline it with the shake of your head. You're too out of it to enjoy carbs right now.

You feel bad, bringing the mood down at what’s supposed to be an upbeat, end-of-the week dinner with Christian and your mutual friends. Christian had even gone all out by making a reservation at an upscale Italian restaurant for the occasion. But you can't find it in you to do anything other than sulk. 

It’s Friday evening and you just got off of work, where your boss had scolded you in front of the entire office. You can feel the tears brimming in your eyes as you recall the embarrassing scene that made you feel smaller than an ant.

“She’s a complete and… witch,” you continue, swallowing back the waterworks. You're so riled up that you would use a stronger word to describe your nightmare of a boss but, growing up in a conservative household, you didn’t often use expletives — even now as an adult.

Beside you, Christian does a terrible job of holding in his chuckle. You brush him off. 

“What happened this time?” Mason prods, sinking his teeth into his main course of spaghetti and meatballs. 

“She doesn't give me any room to breathe! She’s always hovering over me, giving me zero autonomy in my own job. When I put together a new social media plan for a client, she hates everything about it. If I propose reusing an old plan, she says it lacks intentionality. It’s like, I'm danged if I do and danged if I don't!” you huff.

Christian snickers again, and this time you're unable to ignore your boyfriend’s disrespect. You shoot him a brief warning glare.

“Will you excuse me, boys?” you say to Mason and Ben. The latter had recently joined the table settled next to Mason. Ben's blue-green eyes offer you a sympathetic look. “I need to go to the ladies’ room. Christian, can you help me find it?” You look pointedly at your rather impish boyfriend.

“Of course, baby.” Rising to his feet, Christian snakes his tattooed arm around your waist. Dressed in a form-fitting scarlet dress, you can feel Christian’s fingertips drumming against you as he steers you toward the restrooms. He releases you when you push open the restroom door with your heeled foot. 

“I’ll be out here, waiting for—” he begins.

You don’t allow him to finish that sentence, dragging him inside the restroom with you. The space is open and glamorous, filled with the aroma of something sweet, like warm caramel. The lighting is dim and moody, fitting more for a dance club than a bathroom, you note. It’s so over-the-top fancy there’s even a lounging area with a red-cushioned loveseat behind the sinks.

“What’s wrong, baby?” Christian’s unfairly long eyelashes cast a shadow across his chiseled features. He’s so beautiful, you think to yourself and crack a small smile.

At one point, earlier in the summer, Christian had dyed the tips of his lovely brown curls a horrid corn-yellow color—“It looked dope when Jorgi went blond!” Christian explained when you first saw his at-home dye job. And then, to rub salt on the wound, the very next day, he declared he was going to spend the rest of the summer growing a mullet. (“Is this you trying to live out your unfulfilled country singer dreams?” you had groaned.) 

It was like he purposely tried to put your unconditional love for him to the test. Of course, you loved him no matter what, regardless of his hairstyle. Some hairstyles just took longer to get used to than others… But now, he’s back to his classic look. The all-American boy you met and fell madly in love with. With his untamed curls and milk chocolate eyes and millions of freckles, you could never get enough of him.

“I don’t appreciate you laughing at my work problems,” you say with a pout. 

“Aw, baby, I’m not laughing at your situation,” Christian says, approaching you at a tantalizing slow rate. “I’m laughing because of how sweet and innocent you act in front of our friends. Little Miss Never Swears.” He brushes your hair so that it falls to one side of your shoulder. “Only, I know the truth—how dirty Little Miss’ mouth really is.” As his eyes linger on your mouth, his tongue swipes over his bottom lip. And then he breaks into a smirk. 

“It’s not an act. I don’t swear.” You cross your arms over your chest.

“Oh, really?” Christian quirks a thick eyebrow.

“Really.” 

“Liar,” he whispers the word into your bare neck, sending shivers down your spine. Slowly, he begins sucking on your supple skin and softly sinks his teeth into your flesh.

“Ch–Christian, wh–what are you doing?” you breathe. It’s reflexive the way your eyes flutter shut as he continues his amorous assault.

In an instant, Christian pulls you along as he walks over to the loveseat. He sits with his back against the arm rest, one leg sprawled across the cushions, the other hanging over the seat. He draws you in so that you’re sitting between his legs with your back flush against his chest. 

“I’m proving you wrong,” he mutters darkly. His fingers inch their way down to the hem of your dress, shimmying it up to reveal your stomach and thighs. “We don’t have much time. Mase and Chilly will be wondering where we are if we’re gone too long. You’ll be a good girl and play nice, won’t you?”

You gulp and nod, the tingling in the pit of your stomach intensifying at his mere words. The hold this boy has on you is pitiful. The worst part? He knows it. He relishes it.

“Words, baby. Use your words,” Christian purrs in your ear. 

“I’ll be good,” you hiss between your teeth. You reach behind to weave your fingers through his hair when his own fingers brush over that spot.

Chuckling with satisfaction, Christian peels off your lacy white panties and discards the material in the pocket of his jean jacket. He rests his hand on your inner thigh and you’re already writhing with anticipation. Of course, your squirminess doesn’t go unnoticed by the man of the hour.

“Look at you.” Christian clicks his tongue. “You’re a mess and I haven’t even done anything yet.”

“Christian,” you whine, kicking your outstretched legs. “Less talking, more doing.”

“Now, now. Is this how you talk back to authority? No wonder you’re always in trouble at work,” Christian chastises disapprovingly. “That sort of behavior will get you nowhere.”

You roll your eyes. You could give him an earful for bringing up your work, especially at a time like this, but you’re in too vulnerable of a position to risk not getting what you're desperate for. “I need you. Please,” you whimper instead. You lift your hips to meet his cupped hand, the tiny taste of friction not nearly enough relief for you.

“That’s more like it.” As a reward, his fingers work their magic on you, going round and round in a slow circular motion. “Watch yourself in the mirror," he instructs. "Look how beautiful you are when I make you feel like this.” 

Obeying, you turn your head to see both of your reflections in the large mirror above the row of sinks. For a moment, your mind flashes with worry of someone walking in on the two of you like this. But then you watch as Christian slips a finger inside of you and all concern dissipates. You moan, needing more contact, needing his sweet lips on yours.

You tip your head back and, as if reading your mind, Christian lowers his, attacking your lips in a passionate kiss. You gasp as he slides in a second finger, never once neglecting your most sensitive spot at the apex of your thighs. 

“Fuck,” you whimper, squeezing your legs together only for him to gently pry them apart.

“What was that?” he hums. You can see amusement all over his face through the mirror. “Did you just… swear?”

“No,” you lie. You don’t know why, you’re just too caught up in the mind-boggling pleasure. 

Christian abruptly ceases all activity. “There you go, lying to me again," he admonishes. What happened to your promise to be a good girl?”

“Another lie?” you offer. As soon as you say it, you know you shouldn’t have.

“As defiant as ever,” Christian growls. He slides out from underneath you, shrugging out of his jean jacket and setting it under your bum. Roughly grabbing your thighs, he digs his fingers into your soft skin. He dives between your legs, his tongue swirling inside of you.

“Fuck!” you cry, your hand fisting through Christian's locks, grasping onto anything to prevent yourself from shattering entirely. 

“Shhh.” The sound vibrates against you, heightening all the delicious sensation of his tongue and touch.

“That feels so fucking—” You’re unable to finish that sentence because while Christian’s tongue is lapping inside you, his nose teasingly grazes that sensitive spot.

“Christian. Christian. Christian.” His name falls from your lips like a heavenly mantra as you ride out your high. When your body convulses for a final time, Christian comes up from between your legs to kiss you lovingly, allowing you to taste yourself.

“Tell me now, who doesn’t swear?” Christian asks, wiggling his eyebrows at you. He straightens out your tight dress before helping you stand you upright. 

“Not me,” you reply innocently. Inspecting yourself in the mirror, you smooth out your dress before swirling around and holding out your hand for Christian to return your panties.

“You are so in for it when we get home,” he mutters as he shakes his head. He walks straight out the ladies’ room, denying you your lacy undergarment for the rest of the evening.

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[poledancingdinos]

You’ve Got Me Hooked - Chapter 6

Pairing: Captain Syverson x OFC (Riley McKenzie)

Word count: 2.5k

Warnings: Sex work, Stripper, OnlyFans, Strip Club, Lap dance, Alcohol

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Sy

It was a really long fucking week so when one of the guys suggested going out and getting drinks on Friday night, I immediately said yes. I do regret not asking more questions as soon as I pull up in the parking lot an hour later.

Luke suggested we go to a place in Atlanta since it’s his cousin’s birthday. He promised good booze and plenty of women which I now understand was code for strippers. I should have checked what this place was before mindlessly punching the address in my GPS.

I shake my head to myself but walk in anyway, following the muffled sound of music down the dark hallway that leads into the club. I’ve already made the drive over, the least my friend can do is buy me a beer for the trouble. A bouncer in a suit checks my ID — something I don’t remember happening since I turned sixteen, grew a beard and shot up six inches.

The main room is dimly lit with colored LED lights outlining the various stages around the room. There are two bars, one on each side of the club. A series of open booths line the wall furthest from the big stage while smaller tables are spread around. There is an area towards the back that has a row of seats with dividers on either side for lap dances as well as a curtain that has a neon VIP sign hung above it. It’s easy to spot the guys and I make my way to an empty spot by the edge of the bench.

“Sy! Glad you made it.” By the slurring of his words, I gather that Luke has already indulged in his fair share of drinks.

Jared meets my gaze with a look that matches my level of annoyance. His car wasn’t in the parking lot so he probably caught a ride with one of the others, thereby remaining completely in the dark as to where they were headed. I’ll offer him a ride back to town after we finish our drinks.

A girl wearing a low cut top and barely there shorts approaches us to clear the empty shot glasses from the table and takes my drink order. There are a few girls around the room with the same outfit while most of the others wear some type of lingerie.

When the waitress returns with my beer, I wrap an arm around Luke’s shoulder and lean into his ear. “You’re buying me this drink as your punishment for making me drive all the way out here.”

“I’ll do you one better, I’ll buy you a dance.” His arm is already in the air, flagging down a woman walking in our direction.

The girl is beautiful — they all are — but I have no interest in having her grind on me when I barely have enough room to sip my drink without brushing Luke’s arm and I tell him as much.

“Fine, VIP it is,” he answers, handing the blond a bill.

“Wait, that was not the poi—” My argument is cut off by the cheers coming from the rest of the booth. I sigh, getting to my feet and letting the woman lead me away. She pauses next to the security guard and turns back to me.

“I’m just waiting for the song to end so you get your full time.” I couldn’t care less about getting a full three minutes. She smiles and bats her thick eyelashes at me then takes my hand when the song slowly fades. Once we are in the room, I stiffen at the sight of the bed. I desperately try to remember how much Luke handed this woman when requesting the dance because the sight makes me wonder if this is the type of place that offers extra services but the blond answers for me.

“Some guys prefer to lay down for these dances. Your friend paid enough if that’s what you want.”

“The only reason I followed ya back here was so he wouldn’t argue when I tell him I’m goin’ home early,” I grunt. “The chair will do just fine.”

“Oh so you’re one of those, huh?” I’m not sure if it’s an insult or just her thinking out loud. She takes my hand again and ushers me to sit in one of the chairs positioned in front of a small stage with a pole. “Would you prefer if I danced on the stage rather than on you?”

It’s not often that I’m completely uncomfortable in a situation. I can remain cool as a cucumber while dodging bullets for fuck’s sake but paying a half naked woman to dance on my lap has me completely at a loss. 

“Yeah, thanks.”

This is what Riley does for a living. Literally. She dances for whoever is capable of shelling out the cash just to survive. I’ve never been a fan of strippers — as my entertainment not as human beings — and just picturing my beautiful, timid Riley in this room causes my blood to boil. I really gotta stop goin’ all possessive alpha at the mere mention of her name.

“It’s no problem, I’m here to cater to your preferences.”

I snort, “Sure but don’t people usually ask for more, not less?” Talking is good, I need to keep her talking. If I’m going to spend the next few minutes in the same room as this woman, I would much prefer not doing so in uncomfortable silence which she seems to have picked up on already.

“Yeah, I suppose but a lot of the times the requests are really harmless.” The blond does a few spins around the pole, slowly moving her hips.

“What kind of requests?” I never gave much thought to what strippers do while they are with customers but I can’t help but ask. Clearly I’m a masochist because I suddenly want to know exactly what Riley goes through on a day to day basis.

“Some guys want you to pull their hair, ask for a back rub — no not a euphemism, they just want a shoulder massage — some want you to talk dirty to them. I’ve had a regular try to introduce me to his mom. She ended up tipping me more than her son ever did because she found my pole skills impressive.”

I burst out laughing at that comment. “You’re shittin’ me?” I can’t imagine my mama in a place like this. She’d have turned bright red just at the name.

“Nope, here I’ll show you what I did.” She proceeds to do a series of ridiculously complicated jumps and spins at a breakneck speed that has me fearing for her safety until both of her heeled feet are back safely on the ground which coincides with the end of the song.

After we leave the VIP area, she takes hold of my wrist a few feet away from the booth.

“One of your buddies bought a birthday dance on stage so if you want a good laugh at their expense I suggest you stick around for another half hour or so.”

I don’t have time to ask for clarifications before she walks off to a man by the main stage who she greets by name. 

When I return to the booth, I sit next to Jared, ignoring the two strippers dancing on the men across from us. There are seven of us crammed into the booth. I recognize Seth thanks to the family resemblance — he and Luke both share a bit of a dumb fratboy face — and I assume the others must be his friends. I’m surprised Sam didn’t come out tonight but he’s probably at home with his girl watching videos of Riley. Sometimes I hear the notifications on his phone from Riley’s live streams where she invites viewers to visit her at a certain club. It makes my teeth grind every time.

“I say that in half an hour, you fake an emergency from your wife so we can go back to mine and order a pizza.”

Jared perks up at the promise of escape. “I’m all for fakin’ an emergency but when I get outta her I’m gonna have a lot of grovelin’ to do if I don’t wanna sleep on the couch.”

“Hey, I did that for weeks, it’s not so bad.”

Jared punches me in the shoulder but he doesn’t bother hiding the smile from on face. We busy ourselves with talking about some of the renovations we are planning on doing at his place while politely declining anytime one of the girls offers a dance which, unfortunately for us, happens a lot.

The blond who took me to VIP, and who has since introduced herself as Kira, says it’s because the dancers think I’m hot and would enjoy the opportunity to give me a dance. I’m not sure if it’s the truth or if she’s just trying to sweet talk me into another dance. She came back to me while I was chatting with Jer, asking if she could sit on my lap and rest her feet. I agreed because, well, what else was I supposed to say. I ignore Jared’s raised eyebrow and the jealous glances from Seth and his boys.

The DJ eventually lowers the music, announcing that it’s time for a special performance. Luke looks at his cousin and a few of the others clap him on the shoulder. Kira turns in my lap to face the stage and looks over her shoulder at Jared.

“I hope you boys enjoy the show. It’s the first time Sugar does one of these, I’m curious to see how she’s gonna do.”

Pink lights flash across the stage and three girls come out from behind a curtain. Seth doesn’t wait for the DJ to finish calling his name before practically running to the stage where a black-haired girl has set up a chair on which he happily settles. There is a busty blond on his right and further behind is a girl with curly pink hair.

It takes a moment but as the woman moves closer to Seth, I realize just who it is that I am looking at. She has dark purple — nearly black — lipstick and thick eyeliner. It pairs well with her black leather corset and matching thigh-high boots which mostly cover the fishnets she wears below them. I see a dark triangle over her pubic bone but other than that, she may as well not be wearing underwear. Dear lord, give me strength.

“Sy, that’s…” Jared sounds as panicked as I feel.

“I know Jer.”

“We should go.”

I stop hearing my best friend's voice after the spotlight lands on Riley. She holds a belt in her hands which she wraps around Seth’s neck, taking him by surprise.

“The scary dominatrix is Razzy. The blond is Sugar and the black-haired girl is Snow. Like Snow White.”

Snow straddles Seth’s lap and whispers something in his ear that makes him smirk then lift his chin defiantly.

“The boys always act all tough when they get up there,” Kira says, shaking her head. 

Snow stands and Sugar pushes Seth off the chair, sending him down onto his hands and knees. Riley then uses the belt as a leash and has Seth crawl around the stage like a dog. She shows off her pet to the cheering patrons while Sugar takes his spot on the chair and Snow dances on her lap instead.

Riley brings Seth back to the center of the stage and has him sit on his haunches, watching the show the girls are putting on. She kneels down and it is her turn to whisper in Seth’s ear. When it elicits an enthusiastic nod, followed by him unfastening his jeans, she tugs on the belt and Seth obediently sprawls out with his stomach to the ground.

At some point the girls stopped feeling each other up and Sugar retrieved a second belt. Snow pulls on Seth’s pants until his bare ass is exposed then moves around to hold his hands out in front of his body.

“Wait, what are they—” Jared’s question is answered when Sugar whips Seth across the ass with her belt.

Riley frowns and says something to Sugar. She nods at whatever is said and issues a second strike which only deepens Riley’s frown. She hands the belt she is holding to Sugar who swaps it for her own.

“Oops, Sugar just got in trouble with the Queen.”

Somehow I forgot that there is still a stripper seated on my lap. All of my attention is focused on Riley.

The next time the belt comes down on Seth, there is no holding back. The difference in strength echoes through the room with a loud crack. Sugar’s eyes go wide but Riley isn’t phased at all. She whips him three more times in quick succession then pauses, looking over the crowd then nods to the DJ.

“Alright everyone, if Seth can withstand ten spanks, he gets rewarded with a dance from each one of our three girls. Let’s help him count them so he doesn’t lose track.”

Riley delivers the strikes, not stopping even as Seth’s skin turns bright red. When everyone finishes counting in unison, he is released and the girls drop their weapons. It was about time that Riley stopped because Seth is writhing on the ground, his grunts audible even from where we are sitting. His ass is going to look like a bunch of train tracks tomorrow.

“Well, thanks for the seat but if I want to make rent I need to take advantage of the fact that every man in this room got hard at that little show.”

Kira kisses my cheek then leaves just as Seth returns with Sugar, Snow and Riley hot on his heels. Riley’s gaze meets mine and if I hadn’t been watching her so intently, I might have missed the look of betrayal that flashes in her eyes before she returns her face to a carefully neutral expression.

Jared sets his hand on my shoulder, pulling my attention away. “Sy, let’s go.”

I let Jared pull me to my feet and shove me towards the exit but Luke catches up to us before we make a clean getaway.

“Sy, hey.” He takes hold of my wrist but I shove him away.

“What the fuck were you trying to prove?” 

Luke lifts his hands in a show of submission. He probably thinks I’m going to punch him, which is a fair concern at the moment.

“Sy, I swear I didn’t know ‘till she got on the stage. I wouldn’t set you up like that.”

“It doesn’t matter now, anyway.” I don’t look back as Luke calls after me.

“Sy! Come on, man, I’m sorry!”

Chapter 7

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