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The Tutor - Part Two

a/n: thank you all for the support on the original one shot. I just really love these guys, so I had to make a part two, and may even go back to them at some point for some other fun stuff, but for now, here’s the second half of fall semester! Read part one here!

Warnings: angst, we start out with a lot of angst I’m so sorry. Plenty of fluff and smut to balance it out though! Partying, alcohol consumption.

Words: 18.7K

Part Three

Harry thought he was going to be sick. There it was, sitting right in front of him on his desk: C-. For the life of him he couldn’t remember the last time he did so poorly on a test. It was for his Conversational French class. Harry knew French well, that’s why he was in a higher level course. Most students needed a full year of a language, but he only needed one because he tested out of the lower levels. It was his own fault.

The night before the test when he should have been studying he was buried deep inside Y/N. The hockey team had won an away game, and she asked him to come over for a little while and he physically couldn’t say no to her. He didn’t think he would end up staying the night, but he did. Y/N had whispered that she wanted to do it again, and she had pinned him down, and he sort of really liked that so once again he didn’t say no. And the way she was riding him and panting his name and looking down at him with her big eyes. Anyone would have stayed the night after that.

He knew he didn’t do his best on the test, but he thought he’d at least get a B, not a fucking C-. He sighs heavily as class ends.

“Monsieur Styles…” The professor makes a come her motion with her pointer finger. He turns around and walks over to her desk. “Normally I wouldn’t be so worried about a C, but you always get A’s on your tests, what happened?”

“I…I guess I didn’t study as much as I should have. Maybe I just got cocky and thought I knew the material more than I did…”

“Harry, you’re always going to the study group meetings, did you not go last week?”

“No, something else came up.”

“Like what?”

“Well…” He runs a hand through his hair. “My girlfriend is on the hockey team, and they just won a game on the road, and…” He sighs. “I know it’s not a great excuse, I’m sorry. I’ll buckle down for the next test.”

“Look, I know having a partner in college is very exciting. You’re an adult, you don’t have a curfew, and you don’t a have a parent telling you to keep the door open, but try to keep your priorities straight. You’re a very bright student, and I hate to see your grades suffer in this course, or others.” She takes a sip of her water. “I’ll let you in on a secret, but only because I thought you were going to wet your pants when you saw your grade. I tend to drop the lowest grades at the end of the semester, so you don’t have too much to worry about GPA wise, but try not to let this continue.”

“Okay, I promise I’ll do better on the next one. Thank you so much.” He smiles and leaves the classroom.

She was right, he didn’t want his other grades to suffer. Harry nearly had a 4.0, and he wanted to keep it that way. He needed to buckle back down, but he wasn’t quite sure how to explain this to Y/N. He liked spending his free time with her, but maybe he was being a little too available. It was almost time for their tutoring session, maybe in the seriousness of the library he could have this chat with her.

Y/N was overly excited to see Harry. She had wonderful news for him. She had spoken with her mom, and they both thought it would be a good idea to invite Harry home for Thanksgiving. He had explained that he just stayed on campus last year and that it was really boring. She bounces into the library looking cute as ever in her sweats, and goes over to their usual table. He was already set up and looking serious.

“Hey you.” She says, kissing his cheek. He gives her a soft smile as she sits down. “How’s your day been?”

“Alright.”

“Just alright?” She pouts. “Well, maybe explaining the difference between bonobos and apes to me will add some excitement.” She laughs and takes her books out. “I mean, I sort of get it. One group is super chill and sexual, and the other group is fucking crazy and aggressive. The main difference I noticed is that one group is matriarchal and the other group is patriarchal, so what I wanna know is, why don’t all people study these two groups? I find it to be absolutely fascinating, and-“

“Y/N, please!” Harry snaps. “Why do you even need my help anymore? It seems like you’ve got it.”

“I…well…I mean it’s helpful to talk these things through with you. I need to write a paper about this and I was sort of hoping you could guide me with my outline. Maybe point me to some good sources.” She chews on her bottom lip. “You don’t want to tutor me anymore?” God, he was so fucked for her. How did one girl hold so much power over him?

“It’s not that, I…I mean, we meet up like this twice a week for two hours, four hours total, and then we also meet up to do homework together other nights and that goes on for hours, and sometimes we don’t even end up doing homework, and…ugh, look at this!” He slaps his French test down on the table. She scans it over and gives him a confused look.

“What’s wrong with it?”

“I got a C-, Y/N!”

“Is that bad?” She was genuinely confused.

“Are you serious?”

“Yeah…”

“It’s terrible! Luckily my professor told me she usually drops our lowest grades at the end of the semester, but what if this happens again?”

“Are…are you blaming me for your grade?”

“Well, I was at your place the night before my test when I should have been studying. You invited me over after you guys won your away game, remember?”

“Yeah, I remember you kissing and touching all up on me. You didn’t mention once that you had a test. If you did I would have told you to go home, or I wouldn’t have invited you over at all.” She shakes her head. “I can’t believe you right now. Just because you have poor time management doesn’t mean-“

“I do not have poor time management.” He seethes. “I have impeccable time management.”

“Well, apparently you don’t, otherwise you would have left more time to study for your fucking French test.” She huffs, and takes her highlighter out to help herself as she looks for quotes in her book.

“I can’t believe that you don’t even care that I got a bad grade.”

“That’s the difference between you and I, Harry. When I see a C, I don’t think it’s a bad grade. Had that been a D-, then okay I would probably be more concerned. You said it yourself, she’s going to drop your lowest grade, so it’s no big deal.” She looks at him. “You’re on the clock right now, aren’t you? I need your help with this.”

“Fine.” He leans closer to her and they work on her outline for a bit. They only talk about things related to the class. When ten of four hits, he starts packing up and so does she.

“You’re being a baby.” She mumbles.

“No I’m not. I have to keep up a specific GPA for the grant that I was given.”

“Yeah, same here, Harry. News flash, half of the students here have to keep up a specific GPA, you’re not special in that.” She slings her bag over her shoulder. “You can blame me all you want for your grade, but that’s on you. Learn some self-control because I will not be made into being a fucking distraction to some boy.”

Before he can say he’s more than just some boy to her and that he’s her boyfriend, she’s gone. Harry slumps forward and knuckles at his eyes. She made a fair point, he shouldn’t blame her for distracting him. He needed to create a boundary. This is probably why he was fine just having a couple of casual hookups last year as opposed to having a girlfriend. It’s much easier to just text someone if they’re up on the weekends, and then focus on school work during the week. With Y/N he just wanted to be in her company whenever he could, and with that came his urge to really be in her company. Maybe he did need some self-control. She had no problem telling him when she wasn’t in the mood or couldn’t come over, he needed to do the same.

Harry: hey, can I call you later?

Gemma: of course! I’m getting ready for bed soon though…

Harry: oh right, time zones, I’ll call you now

“What’s up, H?”

“How do you handle being in a relationship and getting good grades at the same time?” He asks as he heads out of the library, not wanting to disturb anyone.

“Jesus, you’ve been seeing this girl for all of two months. What happened, did you fail a test?”

“No! I got a C- on a French test.”

“You’re freaking out over a class that isn’t even one of your major courses?”

“What if it’s a slippery slope? You had a boyfriend in uni, how’d you manage your time?”

“I just told him when I was busy, and then we found other times to hang out. Usually we’d try to meet up for lunch or dinner if we could.”

“We usually sit with our other friends at lunch…and she doesn’t go to the dining hall for dinner because she cooks with her roommates after her workouts. We’re both really busy in our own rights, so it’s like the second we’re both free…”

“Do you have sleepovers?”

“Gemma.” Harry blushes as he gets into his apartment.

“Harry, I’m not asking you what you’re doing, I’m just asking if you spend the night.”

“Yeah, mostly on the weekends though…”

“And what night does the weekend start?”

“Sometimes on Thursdays…but she usually has early practice on Friday mornings, so-“

“I think you two should define which nights are for sleepovers. So, if you hang out on a Wednesday or something it’s clear no one’s staying over.”

“But I’d feel so guilty leaving after we…you know.”

“Just communicate about that too.”

“I don’t want her thinking I’m only going over there for that though.”

“Harry, I’m going to say this slowly. Communicate.”

“She’s probably so mad at me.” He groans as he gets into his room.

“Why?”

“I sort of blamed my grade on her…”

“Harry!”

“I know! I’m an idiot, okay?”

“Well, you better fix it. If you think a relationship in uni is distracting, a break up is ten times worse.”

Y/N was sprinting on the treadmill, she was beyond pissed. She wanted to bash Harry’s head against the table in the library. She hops off the treadmill once her run is done, and she goes into the weight room with the other girls to work with the weight trainer. She was being more quiet than usual as she lifted.

“Take a ten minute break girls, then we’ll work on the deadlifts.” The trainer says.

“Y/N, are you alright?” Ashley asks.

“No.” She looks away.

“What’s wrong?”

“Harry and I got into a fight.” She mumbles.

“Aw, about what? Want me to beat him up?”

“No.” Y/N laughs. “Thanks though. He got what he thinks is a bad grade on some test and he blamed me.”

“What the fuck?” Amanda says, overhearing the conversation. “Why would he do that?”

“Apparently he was at our place the night before his test so he didn’t study the way he should have, but that’s not my fault. He could have left or not come over at all.”

“Y/N.” Ashley sighs. “You’re both right and you’re both wrong. Try to think of it from his perspective, or, like what if the shoe was on the other foot? Like say you spent the night and overslept and missed practice. You’d probably blame him when it’s on you to make sure your alarm is set, right?”

“I guess so.”

“Cut him some slack. What was the grade?”

“Only a C-.”

“Well, if that’s a big deal to him you have to respect that.”

“Alright, ladies! Let’s get back to it.” The trainer says.

Ashley winks at Y/N, and she smiles. She was right, and talking it through calmed her down a little. She used whatever anger she still had to fuel the rest of her workout. Her, Gina, and Amanda all go home, take their turns showering and eat dinner. It was around seven when Y/N sat down to finish up some homework. Harry hadn’t texted, but she hadn’t texted him either. She wasn’t sure if she should give him some space to cool off or not. She never had to deal with something like this before.

“I’m gonna go up and try to FaceTime him, I’ll be back in a minute.” She tells the girls as she leaves the living room. The phone rings for a while, and then he finally answers. “Hey.”

“Hi.”

“Sorry if I’m bothering you, I just thought we should talk.”

“Please don’t break up with me.”

Harry had, like, really bad anxiety, and this entire situation flared it up. It probably didn’t help that he was always drinking coffee. He talked with Y/N briefly about it, in case he ever had an anxiety attack in front of her, he didn’t want her to be scared.

“What?! Harry, first of all, I would never do that over a fucking FaceTime, second of all, how could you think I would break up with you at all?”

“I don’t know, my sister got into my head and…sorry…I’m really sorry for snapping at you earlier, that wasn’t fair.”

“I’m sorry for not understanding how much your grade bothered you.” She chews on her bottom lip. “I should have been more sympathetic.”

“And I shouldn’t have blamed you…it was my own fault for not making more time to study. I’m trying to balance you with everything else, and it’s hard sometimes.”

“I know, but if you need to study I don’t want you to feel bad for not being able to come over or something.”

“Well, I could come over…but I can’t always spend the night.”

“Okay.”

“It’s just that…it would make me feel guilty if I didn’t.”

“Why?”

“Because if it’s a night we decide to hook up and I don’t stay I feel like you’d be upset. I wouldn’t want you to feel like I was only coming over for that either.”

“Harry, it’s okay. You don’t always have to spend the night afterwards. You have your own life. We can keep sleepovers for the weekends if you want.”

“Yeah, I think that would be a good idea. Things are just going to get crazier as finals creep up. I mean, it’s already almost Thanksgiving for fuck’s sake.”

“About that.” She smiles. “Before you got pissy at the library earlier, I was actually pretty excited to see you.”

“You were?” His face softens.

“Mhm, I talked with my mom, and well…I was wondering if you’d wanna come home with me for Thanksgiving…”

“Really?” He perks up.

“Yeah! I want you to meet the rest of my family, and you said how boring staying on campus was last year.”

“Y/N, I’d love to come home with you.” He beams. “Thank you.”

“Yay! I’m glad you want to.” She beams back. “I love you, Harry.”

“I love you, too.”

“I need to get back to my homework, and I’m sure you do too. Will you be at the game tomorrow?”

“Of course I will be.”

“Okay, I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“See you tomorrow.”

They both hang up and feel the same wave of relief. Harry gets back to studying, but not before texting his sister to let her know he’s been invited home with Y/N for Thanksgiving. He was too giddy to not tell someone.

Harry goes to Y/N’s game Wednesday, clad in the jersey she had given him. Sometimes he was given looks, he knew they weren’t the most typical couple, but he didn’t really care what other people thought. He sits with Andrew, Billy, Air, and her new boyfriend Scott. Niall and Louis also join, handing Harry his requested hotdog.

“Thanks, mate.” He says to Louis as he sits next to him.

“No problem. Think this is first women’s game I’ve ever been to, sort of feel guilty.”

“Me too.” Niall says. “Glad we didn’t have a game tonight. Bout time we came to see your girl play.”

Harry chuckles and shakes his head. He bites into his hotdog just as the lights dim and both teams skate out onto the ice. The crowd cheers, and his face lights up when he sees Y/N. Number 21 in all her glory. She assists two goals in the first period, giving the girls a decent lead for the second period. During the second period she gets her shit rocked by one of the bigger girls on the other team, and the wind gets knocked out of her. Harry was frightened when she didn’t immediately get up. A trainer and the coach go out onto the ice to help her up. The other girl gets benched for the rest of the game for unnecessary roughness, and the arena claps for Y/N as she’s helped off the ice.

“Oh my god, I have to, I have to go see if she’s okay!” Harry says frantically.

“Harry!” Andrew grabs him. “They’re not going to let you into the women’s locker room.”

“I know, but maybe I can go wait for her where the trainer’s office is, that’s probably where they brought her, right?”

“He’s right, mate.” Louis says. “You’ll have to wait until they bring her back out.” He puts his hand on Harry’s shoulder to get him to sit back down. “I know it sucks right now, but she’s in good hands, she’ll be alright.”

After what felt like a lifetime, Harry squints and sees Y/N sitting on the bench. Her helmet and all of her other gear was off. All she had on were her warm ups.

“Fuck, I hope she doesn’t have a concussion.”

“They wouldn’t have let her sit out there if she did.” Niall says. “No fucking way, the ice would be blinding her.”

“Bruised rib?” Harry looks at Louis and Niall.

“Har, you’ll find out soon enough.” Louis gives him a reassuring smile. “Try to calm down. She looks fine.”

Harry sighs, his leg won’t stop bouncing as he sits in the stands. The rest of the game goes by agonizingly slow. Luckily the girls won 2-0, so at least everyone would be in decent enough mood. Harry says goodbye to everyone as he nearly sprints out of the arena to wait for Y/N where he usually did down below at the ice near the skate rentals. When he sees her come through the doors with Amanda and Gina, he races over to her, throwing his arms around her top half.

“Harry! Babe, you’re crushing me!” She laughs and pats his back. His hands move to cup her jaw and he kisses her over and over.

“I was so scared! What happened? Are you alright?” His eyes scan over her body.

“I’m fine!” She giggles and takes his hands away from her face. “I got the wind knocked out of me, and they had me sit out for the rest of the game because they put some ice on my ribs.” She unzips her sweatshirt to show him. “I’m fine though, that girl just rammed into me.”

“For no fucking reason.” Gina scoffs. “She’s lucky we didn’t all attack her.”

“Whatever, at least we won.” Y/N shrugs. “Sorry I couldn’t text you or anything, phones aren’t allowed on the bench.” She says to Harry.

“It’s okay, I’m just glad you’re alright.”

“We’re all gonna go downtown for dinner to celebrate. Do you have homework or anything?”

He did have homework. He had a powerpoint he needed to work on. But he so desperately just wanted to be with her.

“Um, I have a presentation I need finish up, so…I guess I should go do that, but text me when you’re back on campus. If I’m done with everything I could come over after.”

“Okay.” She smiles and kisses him again. “Sorry you were so worried.”

“I’m just glad you don’t have a concussion or something.”

“Nope, nothing that serious.”

“Come on, we better get down there before they eat all the food.” Amanda says.

Y/N waves off to Harry and leaves with the girls. It was too bad because he liked getting dinner with the hockey girls, but he needed to stick to what he and Y/N spoke about last night. It’ll be a reward or a treat for him to see her once he’s done with his work. That was all the motivation he needed to finish up his presentation, and get some other homework done.

Harry: hey baby, I just finished everything up…do you still wanna get together? Are you doing hw?

Y/N: maybe tomorrow night, I’m really tired and we have practice in the morning. But I’ll see you at 2, right?

Harry: yeah of course. Love you, goodnight!

Y/N: love you too, night!

Harry sort of felt sad that he wasn’t seeing Y/N tonight, but he couldn’t blame her for being tired. He just wanted to hold her and make her feel better, but he thought of how small her bed was and realized how she’d probably be more comfortable sleeping in it alone. He couldn’t blame her for that either. Just as he’s settling into bed, his phone goes off and he smiles.

“Y/N?”

“Hi.”

“What’s up, babe?”

“Nothing…kinda just wanted to hear your voice…”

“God, you’re gonna make me melt into a puddle over here.” He chuckles. “Are you feeling better?”

“A little yeah. They want me to sleep sort of propped up so I can breathe easier, it’s not very comfy.”

“I’m sorry, baby. Wish I could make you feel better.”

“You are.” She smiles, not that he could see. “So you were working on a presentation? For what class?”

“My anthropology class.”

“Tell me about it.”

“It’s kind of boring…”

“I don’t care, it’ll be like you’re telling me a bed time story. Please?”

“Alright.” His heart was fluttering.

Y/N fell asleep with her headphones in listening to Harry discuss his presentation. Believe it or not, talking through it helped Harry give an even better presentation than he could have hoped for. Maybe this new system will work for them.

Harry was dressed up from his presentation when Y/N met him in the library for their tutoring session. He looked incredibly handsome in his green dress pants, white button up, and floral patterned tie to match.

“Hey.” He smiles and kisses her cheek. “Let’s finish up that outline.”

“Hey, yeah.” She sits down and takes her materials out to show him. She looks him up and down. “How’d your presentation go?”

“Oh, really well actually. Talking it over with you last night actually made me feel more prepared.”

“That’s great! Sorry I fell asleep on you.” She chews on her bottom lip. “Maybe next time I could come over and you could really practice it for me.”

“You did ask for a bedtime story.” He smirks. “It’s fine. How are you feeling?”

“Much better. I took it easy during practice this morning just in case, and the trainers are going to work with me during lifting this afternoon, but I should be fine to play Saturday.”

“That’s good, and that game’s away right?”

“Yeah and we have to leave Friday night because it’s, like, hours away or something.”

Harry nods and looks over Y/N’s outline. He marks up a few spots and lets her get to work on her paper while he works on a paper of his own. He listens as she grumbles to himself and he can’t help but laugh.

“Stop, it’s not funny. I’m not a very good writer.”

“What are you struggling with?”

“I just don’t how to articulate myself professionally sometimes.”

“So write it as if you didn’t need to be professional, and then go back and edit it. Get all of your ideas out, you know?”

“Oh, good idea! Thanks, Har.” She smiles.

“It’s what I’m here for.”

She gives him a quick peck on the cheek and he sighs happily.

“Do you want to…um, come over after your workout. We could have dinner…”

“Yeah, I’d like that. Can I bring all my shit over so I can just spend the night and get up to go to practice? You live closer to the ice arena, it would be perfect.”

“Sure! That sounds great.”

While Y/N is at her workout, Harry whips up some pasta and meat sauce that he knows she’ll like. He makes enough for Louis and Niall as well. They were usually ravenous after practice just the same. Niall and Louis come bursting through the door around when Harry is pulling some garlic bread out of the oven.

“Alright! Mum cooked!” Louis teases him.

“Oi! Go fucking wash up before you start grabbing at the food, fucking animals.” Harry scolds them. “And we’re waiting to eat until Y/N gets here, you’re lucky I even made extra for the two of you.”

“Ugh, fine.” Niall says and the two go down the hall to wash up.

There’s a knock on the door and Harry practically races over to open it. He smiles at Y/N with all her bags, and he lets her in.

“I can bring those up if you want. Go ahead into the kitchen, dinner’s all set.”

“Thanks, babe.” She pecks his lips and hands her things over to him. “Hi guys.” She says to the boys as she sits down.

“How are you feeling, Y/N?” Niall asks.

“Oh, I’m fine. Took it easy today, but I’m alright.”

“I couldn’t believe how hard that girl hit you, it was wild.” Louis says.

“Okay! Everyone can make up their own plates, have at it. Made your favorite, Y/N.”

“Thank you.” She blushes and makes up a plate.

It was like they were having a family dinner, it was sort of fun. Y/N had gotten to know Niall and Louis alright over the last couple of weeks. The boys help clean up with Y/N while Harry puts the leftovers away. The two go up to his room, and she flops onto his bed. Harry gets on and crawls up her body to straddle her. She starts giggling and shakes her head.

“What?”

“I just ate so much food, I need a minute.”

“Can you even do anything? How are your ribs?”

“They’re fine, but we probably shouldn’t be too aggressive.”

“You don’t have to do a thing if you don’t want to.”

“Harry.” She scoffs.

“We haven’t really been able to makeup since our little argument the other day, I wanna make you feel good.”

“What exactly are you proposing?” She raises an eyebrow at him.

“Well, you know me, I have a bit of sweet tooth.” He grins at her and she bites her bottom lip.

He situates himself between her legs and pulls her sweatpants down. She raises her hips up to help him, and he looks up at her just to make sure what they’re doing is okay. She nods yes, and he hooks his fingers into her underwear as well. He places soft kisses on her inner thigh, working his way to her center.

“H,Harry?”

“Yeah, babe?”

“Would you do that thing where you, um, stick your tongue inside?” She was embarrassed and blushing, but she really liked it when he would do that.

“Want me to fuck you with my tongue?”

“Yeah.”

“Can do.” He smiles and dips his head back down.

He licks the flat of his tongue up her center and nibbles on her clit for a moment before licking into her. She bucks her hips up from the sensation, and he uses an arm to hold her down. He uses his other hand to rub her clit while he fucks her with his tongue.

“Fuck, oh my god.” She breathes and tangles his hair between her fingers.

He moves his face from side to side so she could catch some of the scruff on his chin, although, he only just started to grow some of his facial hair out. Harry shaved just about every day until Y/N told him once that she sort of liked the way it felt on her. Harry’s facial hair came in sort of patchy, so that’s why he would normally just shave it, but he was willing to grow it out a bit for her.

He rubs on her clit a little faster, and it has her panting and breathing rapidly. Her chest was heaving, and he could tell she was getting closer. She’s a whimpering mess when she comes to her release, and he continues to lap away at her.

“Holy shit.” She breathes as he sits up.

“Good?”

“So good, come here.”

He smiles and hovers over to kiss her. She was so fucked out she didn’t even care that she could taste herself on his tongue. He grinds himself against her and she winces.

“Too many clothes, get naked.” She whines.

Harry chuckles but does as she says. She takes her t-shirt off and sits up. She has him sit up against the wall so she can crawl into his lap.

“I think this’ll hurt less if I’m on top.”

“Whatever makes you more comfortable, baby.” He reaches over to his desk to grab a condom, but she swats it away.

“We’re only sleeping with each other, do we really need one?”

“I just like having it as a backup, as much as I love feeling you. Is that alright?”

“Yeah…”

She waits for him to roll it on and she slowly sinks down on top of him. He grips her hips and helps her move up and down on his dick. He bites down on her shoulder to muffle his moan when he feels how deep inside her he is. Her hands are tangled up in his hair again as she rocks back and forth on him. He licks a stripe up her neck and just under her earlobe to suck a mark on her. He snakes a hand between them to rub circles on her clit and she gasps.

“Fuck, how do you always know how to do that?” She groans. “Feels so fucking good.”

“I just know what you need, baby girl.” He nips at her bottom lip as he continues to rub her right where she needs it as she bounces up and down on his dick.

Her tongue glides against his, and she can feel sweat starting to pool between their bellies by how close they are. She feels the knot in her stomach starting to form again, and she hides her face in his neck. He keeps his other arm around her, hand gripping her ass.

“Y/N.” He groans, not being able to hold on much longer.

She cries out into his neck, and when her body starts to calm down a bit he comes. She clings to him for a moment before he lifts her off of him. She throws a t-shirt on and goes to the bathroom quickly while he slips into a pair of boxers. She double checks her two alarms, and he sets one on his clock-radio for her as well. He crawls into bed with her and spoons her. He kisses the back of her neck and sticks a leg between hers.

“Can I ask you a personal question?” He says.

“Um, sure?” She chuckles.

“When do you typically get your period?”

“What?!” She turns over and sits up. “Why, why would you ask me that?”

“Well, we’ve been together a couple of months now and you haven’t even mentioned it.”

“I…it’s not something I really wanna share with you, Harry. I don’t know, I probably got it before we started dating, and then I probably got it again before we started having sex, I…I’d have to check my pills to see when I get it next…couple of weeks, maybe?”

“I just don’t want you to think it’s something you need to keep a secret from me, like, if you wanna leave a box of tampons or whatever in the bathroom you can.”

“Harry.” She hides her face in her hands. “Please, this is too embarrassing.”

“Why?” He peels her hands away so she’ll look at him. “I just want you to feel comfortable…”

“It’s gross, that’s why. I wish I didn’t get it all, it’s a nuisance.” She sighs. “But thank you, I may bring some supplies here since you’re saying it’s alright.”

He kisses her cheek and brings her back down to him so they can spoon again. He snuggles her close and nestles into her hair. Y/N was frazzled. She had never met a guy like Harry, and she was honestly surprised he didn’t already have a girlfriend. She didn’t know a college guy could be so cool and chill about those types of things. She grabs his hand and intertwines their fingers, resting it against her lower stomach. He lets out a small sigh before falling asleep.

Y/N jumps out of Harry’s bed when she hears his clock-radio go off. He knuckles at his eyes and sits up as she shuffles around to grab her things. She goes down the hall to do her thing, and sees the bathroom door his closed. One of the boys must be in there. Louis opens the door, shirtless and only in his boxers.

“Morning.” He yawns and gestures for her to use the bathroom.

“Morning.” She blushes and goes in, and locks the door. She washes her face and brushes her teeth and quickly goes back into Harry’s room. She smiles when she sees him typing away at his laptop. “What are you doing?”

“Just answering some emails. I’m getting more tutoring requests with finals approaching.”

“I didn’t think you took a lot of classes that people would need help in.” She says as she braids her hair back.

“Well, I’m a study skills tutor too, so sometimes I meet with other students who just need tips on how to properly study.”

“Like flashcards and stuff like that?”

“There’s some of that, yeah. I explain how to code while reading, how to look at previous quizzes, sometimes they need help just emailing a professor too. I had to go through a training for it last year with the tutoring office. It’s good money so I don’t mind.”

She gets her jacket on and looks at him. She goes over and cups his jaw, giving him some kisses to his lips that were still slightly swollen from the night before.

“When do you leave tonight?”

“Around five, I think. Wanna meet up for lunch at the dining hall?”

“I’d love to.”

“Okay, I’ll see you later.”

“Alright, have a good practice.”

She grabs her things and heads out. She sees Niall and Louis getting their sneakers on.

“Do you guys have early lifts in the mornings?”

“Yeah, and then we have field times in the afternoons. So opposite of you.” Niall says. “Do you want a ride to the ice arena since we’re headed that way?”

“Do you mind? That would be great.”

“Don’t mind at all, pet.” Louis smiles and grabs one of her bags for her. “Your Harry’s girl now, so you’re our girl too.”

She giggles and follows them out to their car. She thanks them for dropping her off and she heads inside. It was a good practice, she was feeling much better. As she was changing after practice she could hear a few people snickering.

“What?” She looks at her friends.

“You and Harry really had some fun last night, huh?” Amanda says.

“What are you talking about?”

“Your neck and shoulder.” Amanda takes her mirror out of her gym locker to show her. Y/N gasps.

“Oh my god…”

“I mean, I like a hickey just as much as the next person, but shit.” Gina says.

“He…does it when he’s trying to be quiet. His roommates were home and sometimes he moans, like, really loud.” She smirks. “It’s cute.”

“Ooo, Y/N’s giving Harry that good good.” Amanda teases with a squeal.

“Shut up.” She nudges her. “I like that he moans, you always hear of guys never making any noise, what’s the fun in that?”

“The complexities of liking dick.” Gina laughs.

“You know what makes you guys lucky?” Y/N says as she pulls her sweatshirt on. “You don’t have to worry about condoms.”

“Aren’t you on the pill?” Amanda asks as they all leave the building to walk up to campus.

“Yeah, but Harry likes using condoms as a backup, which makes sense. Sometimes I just wish he wasn’t so responsible. It hurts a little whenever he pulls out when he wears one, and it kind of hurts for a couple of days after.” Both Amanda and Gina stop short. “What?”

“Do you think you’re allergic to latex?” Gina asks. “Or the spermicide?”

“Oh shit, I didn’t even think of that.” Y/N groans. “What am I supposed to use, sheepskin?” She makes a gagging noise.

“No, I’m pretty sure there are latex free condoms that aren’t sheepskin. We’re going to WalMart after lunch to get snacks for the bus, we can look while we’re there.” Amanda says.

“Good idea, thanks. Harry’s gonna join at lunch, so don’t mention any of this, okay? He worries about every little thing, and I don’t want him to get anxious.”

The girls agree, and they head to their apartment to drop their things off before class. Friday classes should be illegal, but Y/N only had Mind, Brain, and Evolution on Fridays, so it wasn’t terrible. When she finally gets to the dining hall she sees Harry waiting outside for her. God, he looked so fucking good. He had a light blue sweater on with some khakis, and his beanie. She loves the way the ends of curls would peak out of the hat. She throws her arms around him and kisses his cheek.

“You didn’t have to wait out here.”

“I know, but I wanted to.” He smiles and kisses her lips before going inside.

They both grab their food and sit down together at the girl’s hockey table. Everyone greets Harry, and he joins in on the conversations circling around him.

“Do you have anywhere to be after this?” He says to her.

“We’re going to WalMart to get snacks, and then I need to get my overnight bag together. You can come over to help me pack if you want.”

“Sounds good.”

“Are you gonna go out tonight, or anything?”

“Yeah, Louis and Niall have a home game tonight, so I’m gonna go to support them, and then there’s most likely going to be a party at the soccer house, so I’ll probably go to that for a bit.”

“Okay.”

“Is that alright?”

“Yeah, I don’t care.” She shrugs.

They kiss goodbye before she hops in Ashley’s car to go to WalMart. She grabs the snacks she wants, and then Amanda and Gina yank her down to the aisle with the condoms. They read the boxes and find a brand that still prevents against STDs, but didn’t have latex.

“Try these and then see how you feel.” Gina says. “I wish we could be more help…” She laughs.

“This is help enough, thanks. I should probably go to my doctor and just have an allergy test done.”

“You two had sex last night, right? How does your vagine feel?” Amanda asks.

“Sore, honestly.” She sighs. “I thought it was just like this because we do it a lot and it’s still so new for my body, but he’s mostly gentle when we’re doing it, I suppose being allergic to latex would make the most sense.” She throws the box in the cart with everything else. “Hey, can I ask you guys something?”

“Of course!” Amanda says.

“Anything!” Gina says.

“When you’re hooking up consistently with a girl, do you ever ask her when her period is?”

“I synced up with a girl once.” Gina says.

“Sometimes it gets brought up, like, a girl has told me when she’s on hers so we don’t venture down south, why?” Amanda asks.

“Harry asked me last night when my next one would be. I just found it to be peculiar that the topic didn’t gross him out.”

“God, every time you tell us something about him, it astounds me how much of a man he really is. I would very much like to shake his mother’s hand.” Gina says. “He’s met Ang, have you met his mom yet?”

“Well, considering that she lives in fucking London, no, I haven’t.” Y/N rolls her eyes.

“You could FaceTime.” Amanda suggests.

“We could, but I’m way too nervous. Meeting a guy’s mom is so much different that meeting the girl’s mom. I mean, it’s just her and his sister, that’s her baby boy, I wanna make sure I make a good impression.”

“He’s also your baby boy, and that’s all I’m saying on that.” Amanda says.

“Yeah, baby girl.” Gina teases.

“I’m not going to tell you guys anything he says to me anymore if you’re going to make fun of us.” Y/N pouts.

“Please! No, don’t take the stories away, they’re too good.” Gina says.

The girls pay for their things and meet up with the people they drove with, and head inside their apartment. Harry comes over to watch Y/N pack her things.

“I don’t think you got enough snacks, think you could use some more.” He says sarcastically.

“We get hungry on these longer rides.”

“You’re only going for one night.” He rummages through her WalMart bags to see what she got.

“Harry, wait-“

His eyes grow wide when he sees the box of condoms. He takes them out and holds them up.

“Why do you need these if you’re going away?”

“I hadn’t put all of my shit away yet.” She snatches the box from him and tosses it in her closet.

“You didn’t need to buy those, babe, I can take care of that.”

“Well, it’s just…you know, it should be both of our responsibility.”

“But,” He grabs the box from her closet, “this isn’t the brand I usually buy. These aren’t even ribbed.” He says as he reads the box.

“No, but…they don’t have latex in them…” She blushes and takes the box back from him. “I think I may be allergic or something.”

“How’d you come to that conclusion?”

“Because I noticed that afterwards…I’m sore for a couple of days, and-“

“Y/N.” He sighs and sits on the edge of her bed, pulling her onto his lap. “Why didn’t you say anything to me?”

“I don’t know.” She looks down as she wraps her arms around his neck. “I thought I was just getting used to you still.”

“But if you were in pain afterwards I’d want you to tell me. Am I too rough?”

“No! That’s just it, you’re not. So…I mean, I was talking to the girls about it and they asked me if I was allergic to latex, so we got those while we were out and I figured we could give them a try when I get back. It’ll be like an experiment.”

“Is that why you don’t always want to use one?”

“Yeah, I’m never sore after we don’t use one.”

“Alright, then we’ll try those. I’m sorry, baby. If I had known we could have bought those sooner.”

“Don’t be sorry, it’s on me.”

“I just want you to talk to me about these things, that’s all.”

“It’s embarrassing, Harry.” She groans. “I don’t wanna talk about my vagina with you.” She pouts.

“God, you’re cute.” He pecks her lips. “No, you just like when I lick on you, is that it?”

“Ugh, I don’t have time for this.”

“You don’t have to be at your bus until five, it’s 3:45, think you have plenty of time…if you want, that is.”

“M’sore.” She says shyly. “But…if you did wanna lick on me…I would do the same to you.”

“That sounds like an excellent idea.” He grins.

She stands up and makes sure her door is locked before getting her pants off. He takes care of her first, getting her back to arch off the bed from the sheer force of her orgasm. She practically growls at him when she undoes his pants. She gets between his legs and gets her lips wrapped around his tip in seconds. Her ass was in the air, and he couldn’t help but reach forward and finger her from behind.

“Oh!” She gasps and looks at him. “That’s different.”

“Does it feel okay?”

“Yeah…I just…it’s your turn is all.”

“Babe, we’re just having some fun, it doesn’t matter. I’ll make you come as many times as I can, I don’t give a fuck if I only get one.”

“Oh my god.” She breathes and puts her mouth back on him.

She moans around him as his fingers pump in and out of her, and it makes him buck up into her. She gags for a second but keeps going.

“Y/N.” He grunts. “This would be a little easier if we just-“

“No.” She mumbles with him still in her mouth.

“But if we just-“

“I don’t want my entire ass in your face!” She uses her hand to pump him quickly, and he removes his fingers from her to grip at her sheets. She rubs her thumb over his tip how he likes, and his eyes roll into the back of his head.

“Oh fuck, I’m gonna come.” He groans, and she puts her mouth back on his tip to gets everything in her mouth.

She pops off of him and swallows. She was getting more used to that, and the taste didn’t bother her as much. Once his breathing goes back to normal he tackles her down where he was laying and she giggles.

“What are you doing?”

“Gonna finish what I started, love, otherwise you’ll be restless on that bus.” He slips his fingers back inside her and she moans out. “Course, I could be mean and just get you really worked up so you’d have to think of me while you’re in that hotel room of yours.”

“Mm, yeah, you know they make us share beds, four to a room, so that wouldn’t really, fuck, work for me.”

“Really? They don’t make the boys share beds.”

“God forbid.” She grunts as he goes in knuckle deep and curls his fingers up.

“Feel alright? I know you said you were sore earlier.”

“No, it feels fine, really good, actually.” She pants. “Fuck, Harry, oh my god!”

He loved watching her face when she’d come to her release. She always bit her bottom lip really hard and squeezed her eyes shut, and then her mouth would fall open as she’d come down. He retracts his fingers and wipes them off on his thigh before grabbing his boxers and pants to put back on.

“I just need to, um, pee. I’ll be right back.” She almost felt lightheaded as she stood up. She puts her sweatpants back on and goes down the hall to clean herself up. Amanda peeps her head out of her room, as does Gina.

“What the fuck were you two doing in there?” Gina chuckles.

“Um, he just made me come so hard that everything went white, so…”

“Damn, boy’s got a good dick.” Amanda says.

“He does, but he didn’t use it. Just his fingers.”

“Oh shit.” Gina says, impressed. “Maybe he was a lesbian in another life.”

They all burst out laughing, and Y/N goes back to her room. She kisses Harry a few times and then finishes getting her bags together.

“I’ll text you later when we’re at the hotel. Have fun at the soccer game.”

“I will, safe travels. When do you think you’ll be back tomorrow?”

“No idea, but I’ll let you know once we hit the road.”

“Sounds good, love you.” He pecks her lips.

“Love you too.” She smiles and waves him off as he leaves.

The boys and girls soccer teams won, so there was a rager at the boy’s soccer house. Harry pregames with Niall and Louis before going over. He had a long-sleeve black button up on with the first few buttons undone, and a ripped pair of black jeans. He cracks open a beer and sips on it as he talks to some of the guys at the house.

Harry gets a good buzz going, opting to play a few rounds of beer pong, and flip cup with some people he knew in the kitchen.

Y/N: just got to the hotel, hope you’re having a good night!

Harry: wish you were here, missing my dance partner ;p sweet dreams baby

“Harry, you’re turn!” Niall shouts and Harry flips his cup effortlessly. He finishes off his drink and grabs another one.

“Well, look who it is.” A girl named Maggie comes up to Harry to make a drink of her own. Harry hooked up with Maggie last semester.

“Maggie, um, hi.” He blushes. “How are you.”

“Good! Haven’t seen you since school started.”

“Yeah, I got busy…with the, uh, tutoring.”

“Right.” She nods and takes a sip of her drink. “You look good, Har.”

“Thanks.” He takes a sip of his own drink.

“So, are you here alone?”

“I came with Niall and Louis.” He points over to the guys as they’re still playing flip cup.

“No, I mean…” She puts her hand on his shoulder and steps closer to him. “Like, you’re not here with anyone?”

“Well…my girlfriend is away tonight, she’s on the hockey team.” He swallows, unsure of what in the fuck was happening. “They have an away game tomorrow, so they had to leave tonight to get there on time.”

“Poor thing.” She pouts at him. “Are you feeling a little lonely? I know how you can be.” She had backed him into a corner and pressed herself up against him. His hands were not on her at all and he just didn’t know what to do.

“Maggie, could you, uh, you’re a little too close.”

“Am I?” She bats her eyelashes up at him. “I don’t think we’re close enough, if you ask me.”

Harry looks over at Niall and Louis, hoping to catch their attention. He didn’t want to be rude, but he needed this girl to step off. He looks down at her and frowns.

“Did you not hear me? I said I have a girlfriend.”

“I heard you say she was gone for the night. Come on, Harry, have a little fun. You’re not married.”

“This isn’t fun for me.” He pushes her away and goes over to Niall and Louis. He tells them what happened and that he’s going to leave.

“Mate, don’t go.” Louis frowns. “Night’s just getting started.”

“I’m not having fun anymore. I used to hook up with Maggie, and we hooked up right when school started. Y/N’s not here, and I don’t feel right.”

“So…what, you’re not gonna come out unless she’s with you?” Niall asks.

“What’s the main goal of coming to a party? Finding someone to hook up with. I don’t need to be here if she’s not here. It’s too dangerous. I’m gonna go home, I’ll see you guys later.”

“Wait.” Louis sighs. “We’ll come with you.”

“No, you guys had a major win tonight, you should stay and celebrate. I’m just gonna go to bed.”

“You’re drunk, H, we should go with you.” Niall says.

“M’not drunk. I can make it back. Please stay, it’s fine.”

Harry makes his way out of the house and bumps into Maggie again.

“For fuck’s sake.” He says to himself as she looks at him with a devious smile.

“Where you going, Harry?”

“Home.”

“Need some company?”

“Not from you.” He shakes his head and she pouts at him.

“Damn, who knew some hockey bitch could have you so whipped.”

He wanted to strangle her, and Harry was not a violent person in the slightest. He just couldn’t believe one female athlete would say that about another.

“You may be alright with trying to fuck up someone’s relationship, but I’m not. Get some fucking help.” He brushes by her and gets out of the house quickly. The cold air hits him a little too hard, and his stomach turns. He shakes it off and makes his way home. He couldn’t believe that even after he said he had a girlfriend that Maggie would still try to pull a move on him.

Harry gets inside and feels so disgusted that he decides to take a shower. Maybe taking a shower while buzzed wasn’t a great idea, but it certainly calmed him down. He was never going to a party without Y/N again. The thing he wasn’t sure about was if he should tell her about the altercation. Maybe if he had been sober he would have waited until the morning to text her, but there he was, towel hanging low on his hips, water dripping from his hair, as he typed out his message.

Harry: baby, I’m home now, I had to leave that party. I know you’re sleeping, but this girl tried to hook up with me, even after I told her I had a girlfriend! Can you believe that?! I got away from her, but she got really close to me. Nothing happened, but I just wanted you to know…for whatever reason. I love you so much, I hope you know I would never do anything to put our relationship at risk. I’m sorry for texting you like this while you’re sleeping, I just needed you to know.

His anxiety had fully taken over at this point. After he hit send he immediately regretted it. He knew he should have waited.

“Fucking moron.” He chews on his nails. Now he had to wait until morning for her to answer. He flops onto his bed and puts his headphones in so he could fall asleep to a podcast.

Y/N rubs her eyes as she wakes up the next morning, and they widen when she sees the massive text from Harry.

“What the fuck?” She says, sitting up.

“What is it?” Amanda groans next to her, sitting up as well.

“Some girl tried to fuck Harry last night!”

“What?!” This wakes Gina up in the other bed. They were also rooming with this other girl Becca who they were pretty good friends with.

“He said nothing happened, and he left right away, but she got really close to him even after he said he had a girlfriend.” She sighs. “Fuck, do you guys mind if I call him quick? His anxiety must be through the roof. He sent this at like one in the morning.”

“Go ahead, Y/N.” Amanda rubs her back as she dials his number.

“Y/N?” Harry says groggily through the phone.

“Hey, I just saw your text, are you alright?”

“M’fine.” He mumbles.

“Did you know this girl prior?”

“Yeah…”

“How?”

“She…well…ugh, don’t be made, but I used to hook up with her. Mostly last semester, and then a couple times when school started. It was before we met, Y/N.”

“So…she came up to you thinking you were single, you told her you weren’t, and she still tried to take you home?”

“Yeah, but I got away from her.”

“Where were Niall and Louis?”

“Playing flip cup, they offered to leave with me, but I told them they didn’t need to.”

“What’s this girl’s name?”

“What does it matter?”

“I just wanna know.”

“Maggie…she’s a junior.”

“Wonderful.”

“Please don’t be mad.”

“I’m not…and nothing happened?”

“No! I got outta there and went right home. I’m so sorry, I’m never going out without you again.”

“Don’t say that, you can go out. I want you to have fun, Harry.”

“I didn’t have much fun last night.” He mumbles.

“I’m sorry, Harry. Hopefully that girl has learned her lesson.”

“I know you’re probably gonna be tired when you get back to campus later, but…would you come over?”

“Of course! The second I get to campus I’ll be at your place, alright?”

“Okay…thanks babe.”

“Yeah.” She looks at the girls and she feels terrible. “Did you sleep last night?”

“I listened to a podcast and it helped me drift off, yeah.”

“Okay.” She sighs. “We have to get ready and eat breakfast and stuff…”

“Alright, I’ll be watching the live stream later, so know I’ll be rooting for you.”

“Thanks.” She smiles. “I love you.”

“I love you too.”

Y/N goes onto Harry’s Instagram to see who follows him, looking for anyone named Maggie. She finds one, and her page wasn’t private, so she was able to look at her photos.

“This girl used to hook up with Harry, and she tried to last night. She’s…like…really pretty.” Y/N frowns, and show’s Amanda. “He said he left right away, but…how could he go from her to me.”

“Y/N!” Gina says. “You’re one of the fucking hottest girls on campus, don’t talk about yourself like that. Besides, he got out of there because he wants you, not her, and because he’s not a fucking dick. Don’t let this bother you.”

The game went really well. The girls won 4-2, and had a nice big dinner to celebrate. Y/N texts Harry the second they’re on the road. He tells her to let her know when the buses are close so he can meet her down at the ice arena to walk her back to his place.

He got some homework done, and spoke to Niall and Louis about how uncomfortable Maggie had made him. They apologized for not immediately going home with him to make sure he was alright. Harry smirks when he sees some of the other significant others waiting down at the ice arena for the girls. It was only around 9:30 when the bus pull in.

“My house, one hour, ladies!” Ashley yells as everyone gets off the bus.

Y/N runs right over to Harry, and throws her arms around him. He lifts her up so her legs can wrap around his waist. She kisses all over his face, and he smiles.

“Hey, beautiful. That was a great game.”

“You watched the whole thing?”

“Mhm.”

“You’re the best.” He sets her down and grabs her bags for her. “We don’t have to go to Ashley’s tonight if you don’t want to.”

“Do you want to?”

“Well…yeah, but-“

“I’ll go.” He shrugs. “Could use some actual fun after last night.”

“We don’t have to stay long, I just wanna make an appearance.”

“S’fine with me, love.”

They both get ready, and before they leave, Y/N goes into the living room to see Louis and Niall playing video games. She clears her throat so they’ll look at her. They pause the game.

“Do you guys wanna come to the hockey house with us?”

“Sure!” Louis says. “Sounds like fun.”

“Yeah, I’m in.” Niall says.

Harry puts his arm around Y/N’s shoulders as they walk to Ashley’s place. They all get to drinking once they’re there, and it’s a great time as always. Y/N and Harry get into a game of up and down the river with some of the other girls. That game was extremely dangerous, but super fun. Once they’re done, they find themselves in the basement, dancing the night away.

“Missed you so much last night.” Harry says into her ear as she grinds back against him.

“Yeah?”

“Mhm.” His hands grips her hips harder to pulls her even closer. He starts kissing on her neck and her head rolls back to his shoulder.

“Missed you too.” She turns around to press her front to his and his hands slide down to her ass. “I have some of those new condoms in my bag…” She kisses on his neck. “Wanna go try them?”

“Yup!” He yanks her up the stairs from the basement, through the house and outside. He gives her a piggyback ride back to his place, and she continues to kiss on his neck.

He gets them inside and up the stairs to his room. She rifles through her bag for the condoms and takes them out. He cups her jaw and sticks his tongue in her mouth, and she immediately sucks on it. She tugs at the collar of his shirt, and starts to unbutton it the rest of the way. She pushes his shirt off his shoulders and kisses down his stomach as she gets on her knees to undo his pants. She yanks his jeans and boxers down and gives his hard cock a few licks and kisses before standing up. He pulls her top off and gets her out of the rest of her clothes. He snatches a condom and rolls it on. He gets her on the bed and opens her legs up. He rubs his fingers up and down her slit to make sure she’s wet before pushing in.

“Oh fuck!” She cries. “Harry.” She moans as he rocks in and out of her.

He looks down between the two of them to watch himself go in and out. She grabs one of his hands to put on her breast. He gets the idea and leans down to suck on one of her nipples while he kneads the other one.

“Harder, Harry, please.” She whines.

He sits up a little and puts her legs over his shoulders. He gives it to her hard and fast, and it fucking sends her. Her head rolls back into his pillows and she grips at the sheets. His tip rubs up against her g-spot over and over, and she can feel herself almost ready to lose it. He feels her squeezing around him, and he loves it. He loves being the only one to do this to her.

“Okay?” He grunts.

“Amazing! Don’t stop!” She doesn’t give a fuck how loud she’s being, she feels way too good to care.

He drops one of her legs to rub at her clit, he barely even needs to touch her and she loses it. She cries out, but he doesn’t let up. He continues to thrust in and out of her.

“Come here.” She whimpers.

They’re chest to chest, kissing sloppily, as his thrusts get less rhythmic. She knew he had to be close now.

“Wanna come, Harry?” She coos.

“Want me to?”

“Don’t you want to?” She laughs.

“I could actually keep going.”

“Really?”

“Yeah.”

“Okay.” She laughs again and so does he.

“Think I’ve got the opposite of whiskey dick.”

“I’m good to keep going.” She bites her bottom lip. “Wanna try something fun?” He nods yes and kisses on her neck. “What if I ride you, but reverse?”

He pulls out of her immediately, and gets them both in position, making her giggle. He lays flat on his back while she raises and lowers on him. She looks over her shoulder at him. His head was thrown back and he was squeezing at her hips. He sits up and she squeals when he starts thrusting up into her. He gets an arm hooked around her, squeezing one of her breasts, and his other hand rubs at her clit.

“Oh fuck.” He groans. “I’m gonna come, oh my fucking god.” He bites down on her shoulder, and this pushes her over the edge, and feeling her release pushes him over the edge. He spills into the condom and cries out into her neck. “Jesus Christ.” He breathes. He kisses on her shoulder as he catches his breath. “Alright, up you go, babe.” He lifts her off and she whimpers at the loss of him.

He gets up to throw the condom away, and she puts on his black button up to go use the bathroom. He uses it after her and comes back to her nearly passed out in the bed.

“M’so tired, Harry.” She whines.

“I know, you’ve had a long day, huh?” He climbs into bed with her.

“Yeah.” She snuggles up to him and he throws his arm around her. “But there’s nowhere else I’d rather be right now.” She kisses on his chest and it makes him smile ear to ear.

Even though a few days had passed from the soccer house incident, Y/N grimaced every time she saw Maggie around. Harry assured Y/N that it really wasn’t that big of a deal, and that they should both let it go. He didn’t even know she would know who Maggie was. Harry said he liked sportier girls, but Maggie wasn’t sporty in the slightest. She was tall and skinny, she could be a model for Christ’s sake. Y/N spots Ari in the dining hall during breakfast one morning, and goes over to her while she’s making a coffee.

“Hey, Ari.” Y/N says shyly.

“Oh, um, hi, Y/N.”

The girls weren’t exactly friends, but they weren’t exactly enemies either. Ari was dating Scott, but Y/N was still the girl that crushed all chances of her getting with Harry.

“Can I ask you something?”

“Sure.”

“You’ve been close with Harry for a while…do you remember when he was hooking up with some girl named Maggie?”

“Yes, unfortunately.” She sighs as she adds some cream to her coffee. “They had public speaking together last semester, and I guess it was a debate day and they were on opposing sides, and the next thing he knew he was getting his dick sucked in the custodial closet in Smith Hall.” She rolls her eyes. “They hooked up pretty consistently, mostly on the weekends after a party. I thought he was done with her after this summer, but I guess the hooked up a couple of times at the beginning of the school year. Then you sort of started to take over.” She sips her coffee. “He was very concerned about tutoring you, or whatever. The boys mostly talked with him about Maggie, I didn’t really care to listen. She had texted him one night and he didn’t answer…he said he had a thing for someone else and didn’t want to fuck her anymore.”

“Wow.” Y/N was trying to take everything in. “He really said that?”

“I didn’t take you for the insecure type, Y/N.”

“It’s hard not to be…she’s, like, perfect.”

“Can I tell you something?”

“Yeah.”

“I honestly only think he was hooking up with her because she had more experience than he did. And I think he only hooked up with her at the beginning of the school year because he wanted to show her how much better he had gotten over the summer or something.”

“Seriously?” She makes a disgusted face.

“Harry’s a great guy, but he’s still a guy.” She chuckles. “Anyways, he’s really into you, you have to know that.”

“I do…I guess I just freaked out for a second. She saw him at a party Friday and tried to make a move.”

“I heard about that. You shouldn’t worry, he got right out of there.”

“That’s what he said.” She smiles at the girl. “Thanks, Ari.”

“No problem.” She shrugs and walks away.

Harry and Y/N were doing homework together in his room one evening. He lifts his glasses and knuckles at his eyes.

“Alright, I think I need a break before my eyes pop out of me head.” He closes his laptop and gets up. “Need a snack? I’m gonna grab some chips.”

“Yeah, that would be great, thanks.”

He nods and leaves to go retrieve some food. He comes back with a couple of sodas and chips, and tosses her a can.

“I’ve been needing to ask, how have you been feeling with those condoms?”

“Oh!” She nearly chokes on her soda. “Um, good. I’m not sore anymore. When I go home go home for winter break I’m gonna see my doctor so she can check me out and test me for the allergy.”

“Good idea. I’m glad you’re not in any pain, I felt really bad.” He sips on his soda and pops a few chips into his mouth. “I’m really excited to go home with you in a few days.”

“Me too!”

“What will the, uh, sleeping arrangements be like?”

“As chill as my mom is, we can’t stay in the same room.” She rolls her eyes. “So you’ll be in my room, and I’m going to bunk with my sisters.”

“And you have a younger sister and brother, right?”

“Mhm, my sister is a senior, and my brother is a freshman.”

“Little guy.”

“Mhm, he was quite the surprise, but he’s super cute.”

“Do they play sports too?”

“My brother plays hockey, but my sister is into theater. She’s applied to every school in New York she could, but also applied here as a backup.”

“Do you two get along or not so much?”

“When we were in high school not at all, but we do now. I think the distance made her miss me. We shared a room when we were younger so we were just always on top of each other. My mom was able to buy a bigger house when the bar really took off.”

“And…your dad?”

“Not in the picture.” Y/N chomps down on a chip. “He sends us birthday cards and shit like that, but that’s all the contact I need from him. I don’t really wanna talk about it.”

“Sorry.”

“It’s alright.” She shrugs. “We shut down the bar on Thanksgiving and have a big dinner in there with our family, I think you’ll really like it.”

“I’m looking forward to it, babe. What time is she coming to get us Wednesday?”

“She said around nine. You should probably let us pick you up here. I’m sure she knows what we’re doing, but she doesn’t need to see it first-hand.”

“Good idea.”

“Also, since you to know these things…I do have my period, so there won’t be much funny business.”

“Can’t really fool around when we’re staying in separate rooms, can we?” He smirks.

“Please, she’ll be running around the bar at night, I’m sure I could sneak in a blow job.”

“Wouldn’t feel like doing that now would you?”

“Not particularly.” She chuckles and then pouts at him when he makes an offended face. “Just not in a very sexy mood right now. My cramps are killing me.”

“Do you need any ibuprofen?”

“No, I took some earlier, thanks. I think just some cuddles tonight will do the trick.”

“That can definitely be arranged.” He kisses her cheek. “After we finish up the rest of this homework.”

“What are your finals looking like? I have one paper, and four presentations. Four! I mean, I’m glad I don’t have an actual test, but still. It’s a lot to remember.”

“Is the paper for Mind, Brain, and Evolution?”

“Yeah, I’ve already started it. Do you think when I finish it you could give it a once over?”

“I’d be happy to, babe. I have a few presentations, two of them are group projects which is super annoying for a final. I’ll be happy when this semester is over.”

“Me too. I get two weeks off, and then I come back second week of January. We have a lot of games.”

“When does the season end? Do you ever get a break?”

“It technically ends at the beginning of February, but if we make it to the playoffs and championship it could be beginning of March, and then we get a break. We all still go to the gym and stuff together, but I get a couple of months where I can sleep in which is nice.” She grabs her laptop and so does he. “What do you do for winter break?” She asks without looking at him.

“I go home, I’m really excited. I’ve secured a paid internship at a law office. I’ll miss working in the bakery, but I can do that over the summer if I want. This’ll be a way better use of my time.”

“That’s really exciting, Har. Is that what you want to do? Law?”

“I’m not sure, honestly. I’m just trying out some different things. I really like what I’m learning in my ethics class, so I thought maybe law would be cool. It would mean a lot of extra school though, so we’ll see.” He shrugs. “Six whole weeks we won’t see each other, gonna miss me?” He grins.

“Shut up.” She nudges him. “We’ll just have to figure out when to FaceTime with the time change.”

“It’s only six hours ahead, it’ll be easy enough to figure out. I’ll be able to introduce you to all my friends…and, um, maybe my mum too?”

“I’d like that.” She smiles at him and gets back to her work.

The ride to Y/N’s house only takes about an hour and twenty minutes. Harry sat in the back and listened as Angie spoke about how the weekend would go.

“Harry, I hope you don’t mind staying in Y/N’s room. I guess I’m old fashioned that way.”

“Oh! It’s no problem at all. Your house, your rules. I’m grateful you invited me. It was really boring on campus last year.”

“We’re happy to have you, honey.” She smiles back at him and then looks at Y/N. “Your siblings have a half day today, so they should be home around eleven.”

“What are their names again?” Harry asks as Angie pulls into driveway.

“Julie and Cooper.” Y/N says as she gets out.

Harry grabs their bags, and she leads him inside, and up the stairs.

“So, my mom’s bedroom is downstairs, makes it easier for her to be quiet on the late nights, and then all of ours are up here.” Y/N explains. “Here’s my room. My sister and I have a Jack and Jill bathroom, and then there’s another on down the hall.”

She pushes the door open and Harry gazes around. Her room was…shocking. It was a lot different from her room from school. The walls were a light pink, and her bedding was baby blue. She had plenty of trophies, but she also had posters of boy bands. There was a huge Jonas Brothers poster on the wall opposite of the bed. She also had a large poster of Zac Efron, and Tyler Seguin.

“It’s a little outdated in here, I just never think to redecorate.” She shrugs.

“No, it’s, um, it’s cute.” He clears his throat and puts his bag on her bed.

“Here, I’ll show you the bathroom.”

“And I’ll share this with you and your sister?”

“Yeah, but if you feel more comfortable you can use the one down the hall.”

She opens the door and shows him where he can put his things, if he wants, and then she shows him her sister’s room, which was a mess. She had a set of bunk beds, which had clothes all over them.

“Ugh, I told her she needed to clean up in here.” Y/N rolls her eyes. “Sorry about that.” She shuffles him back into her room.

“No worries, looks like any other house.” He smiles.

They both go downstairs and she shows him the rest of the house. Angie was working to whip up some sandwiches for lunch.

“You have a lovely home.” Harry says as he and Y/N sit down at the kitchen island.

“Oh, thank you, sweetheart.” She smile and places two sandwiches in front of them.

“Thanks, mum.”

“I have to go do some work in the office, let Julie and Coop know there’s lunch made when they come in.” She smiles and leaves the kitchen.

“Your mum is really nice.”

“She loves it when she has all of us home, and she loves being a host.”

“I cannot believe you did that!”

“I didn’t do it on purpose!”

“Oh boy.” Y/N sighs. “They’re home.”

“I’m never driving your friends home ever again, in fact, you can fucking walk!” Julie storms into the kitchen and stops short.

“Technically, that’s my car, and I say you have to drive him.”

“Y/N!” Julie smiles and hugs her sister. “Cooper and his friend decided to spill the beans that I have a crush on my friend Brian, and Brian just so happened to be in the front seat of my car.”

She huffs and grabs a sandwich. Y/N puts her hands on her hips and looks at Cooper.

“Why would you do that?”

“It just slipped out.” He shrugs and hugs her. “Oh, yum, mum made sandwiches.” He snatches one and looks at Harry, so does Julie.

“Sorry, this is my boyfriend, Harry.”

“It’s nice to meet you both.”

Julie’s jaw drops when she hears his accent. She goes over to Y/N and whispers in her ear.

“You didn’t say he was British!”

“I can hear you.” Harr whispers and smirks.

“Sorry, um, it’s just…I wish I had known sooner. Our production at school is Mary Poppins, I’m Mary Poppins, and it just would have been nice to listen to you talk so I could study a real accent. I’ve just been watching videos of Julie Andrews.”

“Wow! You’re the lead, that’s so cool. Will we get to see it?”

“Mhm, opening was last weekend, but we always do a show during Thanksgiving break. Friday night.” She smiles and then heads upstairs.

“Clean up the clothes up there!” Y/N yells after her.

“Cooper, Y/N tells me you play hockey too, has your season started?”

“Not until after the holidays.” He finishes up his sandwich. “Not that it matters.” He rolls his eyes.

“Why do you say that?” Y/N asks.

“Because I’m a freshman on the varsity team, I’m gonna be riding the bench the whole season.”

“You made vars for a reason, they’ll let you play.” Y/N assures him, and then he leaves.

“You’re all so talented. Your sister is a lead in a play, your brother’s on the varsity team, and you…well, everything about you is amazing.”

“Harry.” She pouts and then kisses him. “You’re so sweet.”

“So, what are the plans for tonight?”

“Well, my mom is gonna go to the bar to work and to prep some of the food for tomorrow.”

“Does she need help?”

“Nope, she makes a lot of it advance. Most if it thawing in the fridges probably. We’ll hang out here for a bit, and then we’ll go to my friend Max’s house for a kickback.”

“Max, huh?”

“Just a friend.” She smiles and then furrows her brows. “I think you’re, like, my first real boyfriend.” She blushes.

“Awwww.” He squishes her face and kisses her. “I’m honored.”

Harry and Y/N mostly hang out in her room. Julie was mindlessly singing in her room, and Cooper was playing video games in his. Y/N ends up heating up a lasagna that Angie left for them for dinner.

“I need my car tonight.” She tells Julie.

“Why?”

“Max is having a party.”

“Can I come?”

“No.”

“Why not?!”

“Don’t you have your own friends to hang out with?” Y/N groans. “I’m not bringing you to a party where a bunch of my friends are going to be drinking and smoking and whatever else, plus, you need to stay home with Coop.”

“I’m fifteen, I don’t need a babysitter.” He scoffs.

“Can you both please just give me a break? I’m only home for a few days, and I just want one night to go see my friends.”

“Will you take us Black Friday shopping?” Julie asks.

“Fine.”

“Okay, your keys are in the bowl by the door.”

Harry and Y/N get ready in her room, and let Julie and Cooper know that they’re heading out and will be home a little after midnight. She needed to be home before her mom.

“So, how long have you been friends with Max? You’ve never mentioned him before.”

“Known him since elementary school, became good friends in eighth grade, became even better friends in high school. We talk when we can. He goes to a school a few hours away, and we’re both busy.” She shrugs. “Some other friends will be there too: Michelle, Brandy, Ryan, Candace, and probably others. Max has a big basement.”

She pulls up in front of his house, and goes around back to where the basement door was. She walks right in, and she squeals along with some other people. It was hugs all around. She introduces Harry to everyone, and grabs a couple of drinks out of the cooler. There were people vaping, and there were other people smoking weed.

“Y/N!” Max exclaims.

“Max!”

He lifts her up and spins her around, and kisses her cheek. Harry clears his throat.

“Max, this is my boyfriend, Harry. Remember, I told you I was bringing him?”

“Oh, right.” He shakes Harry’s hand. “Nice to meet you, man.”

“Same here.”

Harry looked hot tonight. He had his contacts in, he was wearing his black ripped jeans, and a dark green sweater. He puts his arm around Y/N’s shoulders and takes a sip of his drink. Harry stays sort of quiet as Y/N catches up with her friends, but she never leaves his side. She tells all of them how she and Harry met, and she kisses his cheek. It felt nice to finally bring a real date around her friends. Harry notices how attentive Max is to Y/N. Offering her a new drink just about every time her current one was empty.

They all get into a game of flip cup for a bit, and then someone starts playing really good music so a few people start to dance.

“Did you all party like this in high school?” Harry asks Y/N as he grips her hips.

“God, no! We’d usually just watch movies or hang out down here. We started having parties like this over the summer.”

“His parents can’t hear?”

“They’re not home! Everyone’s down at my mom’s bar drinking. She always does this big special the night before Thanksgiving. No one wants to cook the night before, you know?”

“Smart!”

She wraps her arms around his neck and grinds her front against his. They were having a great time.

“Damn, Y/N’s boyfriend is hot!” Michelle says to Max.

“I guess.” He mumbles.

“What are you so bent out of shape for?” Ryan asks.

“I don’t know…I forgot she was bringing him home. I didn’t think things were this serious, look at them!”

“She told me that they love each other.” Michelle says.

“Not helping.” Max groans. “It’s my own fucking fault. Should have made a move last summer.”

“Didn’t you guys make out?” Ryan asks.

“We kissed, and that was forever ago. It was summer before we went for freshman year. She hadn’t been kissed and neither had I, and we both wanted our first kiss to be special, so we got it over with, with each other. Neither of us ever talked about it again, but I wish I had. Now she’s kissing someone else.” He sighs.

And she was. Her tongue was inside Harry’s mouth. Her period was making her extra needy for him. She pulls him back towards the couch in the basement. There were plenty of other people making out, so it wasn’t a big deal. He sits down and she sits on one of his thighs, not wanting to straddle him and risk leaking. She tugs at his hair and attaches her lips to his neck. He gropes at her ass and bites his bottom lip as she sucks on his soft skin.

“Do you think, um, you’ll be able to drive back to my house?” She says into his ear.

“Yeah.”

“Okay.”

“Are you about ready to go?”

“Mhm.” She grins. “But I want you to drive us out somewhere first, somewhere I’ve always wanted to go with someone special.”

He smiles and nods. They both get up and say their goodbyes. Y/N hugs her friends, and gives Max an extra squeeze before leaving. She tells Harry where to go, and they end up parked out on this hill that has a beautiful view of the water and the nearby city.

“Wow.” He says. There are other cars parked and he smirks. “Did you bring me to a make out spot?”

“Maybe.” She grins. “I’ve only ever been here during the day. Wanna get in the back?”

He nods and they both get into the back seat. She kisses on him before inching down his body and undoing his jeans. She tugs his cock out and she starts pumping him. He holds her hair back while she gets her lips around him.

“Fuck.” He breathes.

She swirls her tongue around his tip and then licks around his shaft before sucking on him again. She moans around him and his eyes roll into the back of his head. She bobs her head up and down on him, and he starts to carefully thrust his hips up and move her head. He was fucking her mouth, he couldn’t help it. She was so wet and warm and perfect, and she was just letting him take control.

“Y/N.” He moans. “Feels so fucking good.”

She moans around him again, and he loses it without warning. She gags on him for a second, but she’s able to take it all, and then she swallows. She breathes heavily as she pops off him. She tucks him back into his pants and he pulls her face down to his. He bites and sucks on her bottom lip.

“How heavy is your flow?” He breathes.

“Don’t even go there.” She laughs and pulls away from him.

“Just wanna take care of you, baby.”

“It’s okay.” She smiles. “Come on, we need to get back to my house.”

Harry drives them back to her house, and they get inside. They both do their nightly routines and she gives him a kiss goodnight. She crawls into the bottom bunk of her in her sister’s room and settles in.

“Hey.” Julie whispers.

“Hey.” Y/N whispers back. “Do you always sleep on the top bunk?”

“No, I just thought it would be easier for you when you got in.”

“Oh.” She laughs. “Thanks.”

“Did you have fun?”

“Mhm, I took Harry to the lookout on that hill after the party. It was nice. Are you still upset about the Brian thing?”

“No.” She giggles. “He texted me and told me he liked me too. We’re gonna go out Saturday after the matinee. I’m excited for you to see the show.”

“That’s great! And me too.”

“Is it torturous to have Harry in your bed without you?”

“A little, but I don’t wanna disrespect mom. This’ll be fine for a few days. I have my period anyways, so it’s not like we can do much.”

“What was your first time like?”

“It was…special.” She smiles to herself.

The girls stay up talking until they fall asleep.

The next morning, Y/N crawls into her bed with Harry to have a little snuggle. They giggle and get up eventually. They all take turns showering and getting ready before going downstairs. Y/N drives them all to the restaurant to meet Angie there and help get everything set up.

“Wow.” Harry says as they walk into the bar. “This place is huge.”

“Yeah! We have live bands here and stuff, it’s so cool.” She walks him to the back where food was cooking.

“Smells so good back here.” He says.

“Thanks!” Angie says.

Everyone helps set up the tables and chairs, and family slowly starts to show up. Y/N introduces Harry to her aunts and uncles and cousins and grandparents. The long table was full of laughing and loud conversations. Harry really enjoyed the food that Angie had put together. He was happy to see that Y/N came from a really loving family.

They all take a nap after getting home, and then wake up around eleven to go to the mall for Black Friday shopping. They spend a few hours there, shopping for holiday gifts, and head home around two in the morning. Harry had so much fun, never having gone shopping like that before. Saturday, Angie takes everyone to Julie in Mary Poppins for a matinee. Julie was very talented, and Harry secretly hoped she was able to go to school in New York like she wanted. Saturday evening Harry plays video games with Cooper in the living room while Y/N spends some alone time with her mom. Things were going really well until the doorbell rang. Cooper sighs and pauses the game. He looks out the window first to see who it is.

“Shit.” He says and runs to the back of the house where Y/N and Angie were in the office. “Dad’s here.”

“What?!” Angie says. “Christ, he must’ve come to see Julie today. I’m glad she’s out with Brian.”

Y/N and Angie walk out to the living room, and Angie opens the door, crossing her arms.

“What do you want, Robert?”

“It’s Thanksgiving weekend, I just wanted to see the kids.”

“You don’t have any sort of custody over them for a reason, you need to leave.”

“Y/N? Is that you? How’s school, honey?”

Y/N scoffs and rolls her eyes. Harry isn’t sure what to do expect put his arm around her as they sit on the couch. Cooper sits closely on her other side.

“I saw Julie perform today, she was amazing.”

“Yes she was, and I’ll pass the message along, now please go.” She steps forward and whispers. “I don’t want to have to call the police.”

“I just want to see my kids.”

“You have two other kids, go be with them and your wife. Does she know you drove all the way out here?”

“No.”

“Robert, get out of here. They don’t want to see you.”

She goes back inside and slams the door shut in his face. She locks it up and looks out the window to make sure he leaves. He sticks an envelope in the mailbox and gets into his car. She sighs heavily and plops down onto the couch.

“I’m so sorry about that.” She more so says to Harry. “He does this around most holidays.”

“It’s alright.” Harry assures her. “Every family has their issues.”

“Well, I don’t know about you all, but I’m pooped, and I need to take you back in the morning, so I may turn in.” She kisses Cooper on the top of his head and goes to her room.

After Julie gets home, and dishes about her date with Brian, Y/N goes to cuddle with harry for a bit. He wanted to ask what exactly happened with her dad, but he didn’t want to pry.

“That was really embarrassing earlier, I’m sorry about that.”

“Don’t be, babe.”

“It’s just…like, ten years ago, we found out he was having an affair. He was shit to us, but amazing to this other woman. He had two kids with her, and was giving all of his money to her. My mom won full custody in court, all three of us said we wanted nothing to do with him, and she had a really good lawyer. It sucked, but we got through it. He ended up marrying her…and…well, we think he had a drinking problem or something, so now he’s trying to make up for lost time. Maybe someday I’ll forgive him, but right now I can’t stand him.”

“I’m so sorry.” He caresses her cheek. “That had to have been really hard.”

“The three of us had to see a therapist together, it was wild.”

Harry wasn’t sure what to say. His parents divorced when he was really little, and he had a decent enough relationship with his father. He really couldn’t relate, but what he could do was sit and listen as she spoke, and gives her back gentle rubs as she continued to explain her trauma.

“Harry, do you mind if I drop you off first, sweetheart? I’m going to take Y/N grocery shopping.” Angie says as they approach the exit for campus.

“Not at all! Works for me.”

“Unless…do you need groceries?”

“I’ll go with my roommates later, they have a car, but thank you.”

He thanks her again for having him for the weekend, and tells Y/N he’ll text her later. Angie and Y/N go grocery shopping and she helps her get everything into her apartment.

“So…” Angie says. “I like him a lot. He’s very sweet, Y/N.”

“Yeah, he is.” They both sit down on her couch. “Thanks again for letting him stay for the weekend. I’m happy he got to meet everyone.”

“You really like each other, huh?”

“Well…we sort of love each other mom.”

“Oh, honey.” She puts her hand over hers. “I’m so happy you have someone that makes you feel this way, but try not to get too wrapped up, okay? He’s your first real boyfriend, and he lives in London when he’s not here, and-“

“We’re nineteen, I’m not saying we’re getting married, can you calm down?” She laughs.

“I just don’t want you getting heart broken when things get hard over the summer when you can’t be together all the time. Winter break is one thing, but three entire months apart…anything could happen.”

“I don’t know if he goes home for the entire summer. Louis and Niall don’t because of soccer. We haven’t talked about it yet. We’re just going with the flow.”

“Alright.” Her mom smiles. “I just worry about you, that’s all. You’re all growing up so fast.”

Y/N and her mom hug before she leaves, and then Y/N goes upstairs to unpack her bags. She gets a reminder on her phone that she needs to register for classes tomorrow morning. She had already spoken with her advisor about it, but she wanted Harry’s opinion on her gen eds.

Y/N: mom’s gone, are you around?

Harry: yeah! Just got back from the store, wanna come over?

Y/N: be there in ten!

Y/N puts her laptop in her backpack, and makes her way to Harry’s apartment.

“Hey.” He smiles and lets her in. “Long time no see.” He says sarcastically.

“I know, feel like I haven’t seen you in ages.” She rolls her eyes and goes right up to his room. “I get to register for classes tomorrow, wanna see what my plan is?”

“I get to register tomorrow too! Yeah, let’s compare.” They each show each other their major courses, and then Harry squints at her gen eds. “Wait, you’re going to take the Art of Film for your creative thought requirement?”

“Yeah, Megan took it and said it was really easy. You just watch movies and talk about how they’re made.”

“I’m gonna take that too! Mondays and Wednesdays at 10:30, right?”

“Yeah!” She can’t help but squeal. “We’re gonna be in a class together? Wow, I bet you’re super sexy in class, all serious and taking notes. I don’t know how I’ll be able to concentrate.” She winks at him and giggles.

“It’ll, um, certainly give us an excuse to do homework together.” He was blushing.

“Mhm.” She closes both of their laptops and moves to sit in his lap. She kisses on his neck and wraps his arms around her back.

“Do you still have your period?”

“No.” She smiles against his neck.

“Thank god.”

Y/N yelps as Harry moves her to pin her down on his bed. He lifters her shirt up over her breasts and he frowns when he sees her sports bra.

“Why’d you even bother with this thing, huh?”

“I wasn’t going to bounce around while I walked over here!”

“But you had a coat on, no one would have noticed, just making things so difficult for me.” He pouts and helps her out of her shirt and bra. “There we are, hi girls.”

“Harry.” She giggles. “Stop being so silly.”

“Can’t help it.” He kneads her breasts and rubs his thumbs over her nipples. He stops and then he looks at her.

“What?”

“I think…I mean, I know you’re my girlfriend and all, but…you’re like my best friend, Y/N. I can just always be myself around you.”

She pulls his face down to hers. She felt the same way. Harry had become Y/N’s best friend. Things weren’t always sexual between them. They were able to joke around, sending gifs and memes to each other over text, tagging each other in tik toks the each thought the other would find funny. After she’s done sucking on his bottom lip she looks up at him smiles.

“I feel the same way.”

He smiles and dips his head down to suck on one of her nipples, and his hand slips inside her sweatpants. He pets her over her underwear at first, and then slips inside so he can really feel her. She groans as he rubs over her clit and moves to suck on her other nipple. If every moment between them could be like this, Y/N would be happy forever.

Reality was setting in as finals got closer and closer. Harry got busier tutoring other people, and even though he still made time to go to Y/N’s games, they weren’t able to hang out as much. They were able to meet up for a few holiday parties between their various friend groups, and that way great and all, but sleepovers were few and far between. They were able to practice some presentations together, and Harry did look over Y/N’s paper for Mind, Brain, and Evolution, but they both just couldn’t wait for finals to be over.

With finals being over, though, that meant they both would be leaving for the end of the semester. Finals week itself was more chill than the week leading up to it. Y/N and Harry had a sleepover almost every night, and she found herself waking up and crying a couple of times because she was going to miss him so much, and seeing her like that broke his fucking heart. She was such a sweet girl, and only he really got to see this side of her.

“It’ll be okay, baby, we’ll FaceTime and stuff, it’ll go by quickly.”

“I know.” She sniffles. “Just thinking about it makes me sad, though. Campus was so quiet last winter break. It’s boring having nothing to do but practice and go to games.”

“I wish I could stay…I should have tried to find an internship here, or something.”

“No, it’s okay. I don’t want you doing something like that just for me. It’s just gonna suck at first, but it’ll be nice to look forward to seeing you.”

“Exactly.”

She stayed in his arms as long as she could until Angie came to pick her up for the couple of weeks she’d be home. It was a teary goodbye to say the least.

Final grades came out after Christmas and Y/N nearly passed out when she saw she had received straight A’s. For the first time in her life she was an A student. It had to have been because of Harry. He really was a good study skills tutor. She couldn’t wait to tell him how well she did. She took a picture of her final grades and texted him. He almost immediately called her.

“Babe! What are you doing up? It’s like the middle of the night over there, isn’t it?”

“It is, but I heard my phone buzz, and then I saw your text. Congratulations! I’m so proud of you.”

“It was all thanks to you…”

“No, you put so much work in, that was all you.”

“How were your grades?”

“Sraight A’s, same as you.” He yawns.

“You need to go back to sleep.” She giggles.

“But I like your voice.”

“I like yours too, but we can talk tomorrow when we’ve both gotten some sleep.”

“Okay, baby, I love you.”

“I love you too.”

Harry was enjoying interning at the law office, and most days he would tell Y/N all about it. One evening they plan a FaceTime so Y/N can “meet” Anne and Gemma. Y/N was back on campus after the holidays so she didn’t have to worry about her siblings or mom embarrassing her. It was a great chat, Y/N spoke about why she was majoring in business, and what it was like to play hockey, and how she was looking forward to the season ending in a month or so.

“She’s very nice, Harry.” Anne tells him after they hang up.

“I know.” He says, proudly.

“You must miss her a lot.” Gemma says. “What are you going to do about summer?”

“Oh, Harry, please don’t stay in America over the summer.” Anne says.

“Wasn’t planning on it mum. I was sort of hoping she could come here for a visit when the lads and I go out to Italy for our annual holiday.”

“That’s like a three week trip you lot take, you better ask her soon so she can save up for the air fare.” Anne says.

“I know, I’m gonna run it by her when I get back. I didn’t wanna freak her out or anything. I can’t wait to see her. We have a class together this semester, so even if we both get busy we’ll be able to see each other.” Anne and Gemma look at each other and then back to Harry. “What?”

“It’s just nice to see you so smitten.” Gemma says. “Didn’t think you’d want to be so serious with someone in uni.”

“I didn’t either, but she took me by surprise. She’s just very real and herself, and I like that. Some of the girls at school are so fake sometimes, pretending to like things just because I do.”

“Aw, poor thing, it’s so terrible being liked by so many people.” Anne teases him and he rolls his eyes.

“S’not was I was saying. I’m done with this conversation, you both are so annoying.” He groans and leaves to go to his room. Anne and Gemma giggle with each other.

The other teams on campus were basketball and wrestling. A lot of the girls on the basketball team were with a lot of the girls on the hockey team, so Y/N would often go to their parties. She felt a little better about going to a party where there would be more girls, it just got difficult when Amanda and Gina would leave with a girl, and Y/N had to walk alone to her apartment. She knew she was safe, but it was creepy in the winter from it being so quiet. She missed her dance partner terribly.

What Harry hadn’t told her is that since he lived off campus, he didn’t have to follow the confines of the move in schedule, so he, Louis, and Niall, all came back a week early on the same flight. He was planning to surprise her at a home game. He bought flowers and went to the ice arena with the guys. Y/N’s eyes grew wide when she spotted him in the stands.

“That son of a bitch!” She said to herself very excitedly. Now she had to get through the entire game before running into his arms.

They played a great game and won, 3-1. Y/N rips her padding off and runs out into the arena only in her under armor not caring who saw, and she squeals when she sees Harry. His face lights up when he sees her running towards him. He opens up his arms and she jumps into them. She wraps her legs around his waist and slots her lips over his.

“I.” Kiss. “Missed.” Kiss. “You.” Kiss. “So.” Kiss. “Much.” She couldn’t stop kissing him.

“I missed you too.” He giggles. “You’re crushing the flowers I got you.” He snakes them out to show her.

“Thank you so much!” She kisses him again. “Ugh, I have to shower and stuff.” She pouts.

“S’alright, I can wait for you, or I can come to your place once you’re done here, whatever you want.” He lets her down and she smiles up at him.

“Come to my place in an hour, okay?” She takes the flowers from him.

“I’ll be there.”

She runs back into the locker room she can shower and get ready. She was extremely excited to see Harry for multiple reasons.

“Do you want us to go find somewhere else to be for a bit?” Amanda asks as they all walk to their apartment.

“Yeah, we can go downtown for food or something.”

“You guys are so nice. Maybe just stay downstairs?”

The girls nods and giggle as they make their way inside their apartment. Y/N rushes to clean up her disaster of a room. She picks out a thing she knows Harry will want to rip off and puts a pair of leggings on with it. She throws on a t-shirt without a bra, and waits for him. She was getting wet just thinking about the sex they were about to have.

Amanda lets Harry in and he goes right up to Y/N’s room.

“Babe?” He says as he goes in.

She lunches towards him and pushes him up against the now closed door, locking it while she kisses him. He lifts her up and brings her over to the bed. He gets on top of her and grinds against her. She groans as she gets his shirt off. His hands were a little cold from being outside, but she didn’t care. She wanted him to touch her all over.

“Good break?” He breathes as he moves to take her shirt off, attaching his lips to her breasts, leaving hot, wet kisses behind.

“Mhm, you?”

“Can’t complain too much.”

He yanks her leggings down and grins at her flimsy thing. He flips her body over and she giggles as he kneads her bum cheeks. He kisses down her back and down one of her cheeks while taking her thong off. He spreads her legs and licks into her from behind.

“Oh my god.” She gasps and he moans into her.

“So wet for me already?”

“Been like this since I saw you at the game.” She whines. “Please take care of me.”

“I will baby, I will.”

He was surprised she was letting him do this since she didn’t like having her ass in his face usually, but he wasn’t going to question her on it. Once he’s had a good taste he stands up to take his pants off. She pulls him forward by his hips and she wraps her lips around him.

“Christ.” He groans. “Missed this so much.”

“Aw, did the naughty pictures I sent you not help enough?” She pouts up at him, spit dripping down on her chin.

“No they helped in the moment, and then just made things worse because I wanted to touch you.”

“Touch me now.” She nearly growls and yanks him on top of her.

Harry taps two of his fingers on her bottom lip and she opens up for him to suck on. She swirls her tongue around them before he takes them away, slipping them inside her. She reaches for a condom in her desk drawer while he fingers in. She felt like she was going to go cross eyed.

“Shit, Harry.” She pants and then he takes his fingers away. “What are you doing?!”

“I want us to come together.” He mumbles as he takes the condom from her, sliding it onto his dick. “Is that alright?”

“Yeah.” She smiles. “We can fuck all night, though, so don’t feel like this needs to be drawn out.”

“No party?”

“No there is, but I’d much rather stay in and be with you alone.”

He spreads her apart and pushes inside. He nearly nuts right there from how tight she is. He stays there a moment before moving.

“You’re so fucking tight.” He grunts.

“I tried using my own fingers while you were gone, but you do it so much better.” She wraps her legs around him and pulls him even closer, nails dragging down his back. “Feels so good, Har.”

“You feel amazing, been dreaming of this, baby girl.”

He fucks into her hard and quick, rubbing on her clit, and they both cry out as they come together. He collapses on top of her and she plays with his hair before he pulls out. They just snuggle and lay together for a bit, talking about their breaks. Harry kisses on Y/N and holds her close. They end up doing it again, nice and slow with her riding him, rocking back and forth until he can’t stand it anymore and takes over the pace. She throws some clothes and grabs them both some snacks before cuddling back up with her laptop for a movie.

“So, I get you to myself for an entire week?” She asks.

“Mhm.” He kisses her temple.

“Good, I missed your bed.” They both chuckle.

“I have something to ask you…I know it’s a ways away, but every summer since I was in high school my friends and I take this trip to Italy for a few weeks. My friend’s dad has a house on the water, and we rent a boat. We go fishing, and we even go camping for a couple of days. It’s incredible…we usually go end of July through early August.”

“Okay.” She looks up at him sort of confused.

“Well…I know the plane ticket would be expensive, but how would you like to come with me this summer? Sometimes they bring girlfriends too, so you wouldn’t be the only girl there, not that I think you’d care much about that.”

“You’d really want me around for that long?”

“Of course! Be a nice way to break up the summer for us, don’t you think?”

“Yeah.” She smiles. “I’d love to come out there…I’d just have to ask my mom. She really relies on my help during the summer. We get a lot of tourists so we’re super busy…”

“Even if it’s just ten days, doesn’t have to be the full three weeks, as much as I’d like you there the whole time.”

“I’ll talk to her about it for sure. That sounds like a dream!” She throws her arms around him and hugs him tight, kissing his cheek. “I’ve been to England before, you know?”

“How are you just telling me this now?” He laughs.

“I don’t know.” She laughs too. “I went during April vacation in high school my junior year, it was so much fun. So at least I’ve traveled internationally before. I bet she’ll be fine with it. A nice thing to look forward to.”

“Exactly.” He squishes his nose to hers and smiles.

Deep in her heart, Y/N knew she and Harry were still kids. He’d be twenty in a couple of weeks, but they were still so young. She loved him a lot and he loved her, and she knew it would be dumb to think super far ahead about their relationship. Right now, they were having a lot of fun, navigating college life together, and that was enough. It didn’t need to be overly serious. Y/N had a few friends that were seniors, and some of them acted like they were already married, playing house. She didn’t quite know where life was going to take her, and that was okay. She didn’t know where life was going to take Harry either, and that was okay too. They were both living in the moment, and absolutely fucking loving it.

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charlieswanwhore · 3 years

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Much Needed Relaxation (Fred Weasley x fem!Reader

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request: hello love! when i heard you were looking for requests i knew i needed to request something super fluffy with fred where he's busy working on products for his shop or homework and the reader needs attention. i just really need some sickly sweet fluff rn tbh lmao. have a great day, darling!

content: fluff

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Seventh year was arguably one of the hardest years of school at Hogwarts. The weight of the final year, Dolores Umbridge’s reign, Dumbledore’s Army, and the upcoming Weasley joke shop overwhelmed Fred to no end. His smile cracked a little less, bags adorned his eyes, and he looked for grey hairs in the mirror each day. Fred had a lot more to go through than the average Hogwarts student. The worst part is, he does not know how to balance any of it.

It was only in theorized talks between him and George that they could leave Hogwarts early, but it was merely an idea. Even though that would take a lot off his shoulder, it adds guilt right back on. He’d be leaving his friends, his two younger siblings, and he’d be leaving Y/N. The thought of not seeing Y/N every day made him want to not even continue the idea of leaving Hogwarts early, but there was a lot to be considered.

Fred had made it a habit to stay up late and work in the Gryffindor common room. He worked on new inventions and products, some DA skills, and even homework, it took his mind off the bizarre events swirling Hogwarts. These sessions of stress and brain power turned into more than just late nights. He became distant to everyone, even his own sane self. Everyone noticed it, especially Y/N. Fred had not even meant to push his girlfriend away, all the work that could be done made their way higher to a priority list, leaving her lower. He assumed he could do all of this then have time for Y/N. Unfortunately, it turned into a cycle of Y/N being pushed away and spending close to zero time with her boyfriend.

It was hard for Y/N to fall asleep some nights knowing that Fred’s mind was on another planet, unreachable to her. She wanted to help him so desperately but she did not know how. She understood him putting so much effort into so many things, she was doing the same thing. Tonight though, it had become obvious to Y/N that she wasn’t getting any sleep. An idea popped into her head, causing her to sneak out of her shared dorm, down to the common room, where she knew her red headed lover was sat.

She made her way down the cold steps to the common room. The sound of the fire crackling was the first thing she heard. After that, the sound of Fred grunting made its way to her ears. His back was turned towards her as he sat hunched over a desk, quill in hand. She made her way to him slowly, when she got close enough to smell his cologne, she wrapped her arms around him from behind.

“Merlin! You scared me,” he whisper-yelled, obviously startled.

“It’s late, darling,” Y/N’s raspy voice tickled his face. The desk was scattered with books, a trunk of parts for inventions, crumpled parchment, and even small puddles of ink. The thing that surprised her most was the charms homework that was assigned earlier that day.

“I know, I just have so much to do and-“ Y/N stopped him before he could go on a rant.

“Love, some of these assignments aren’t due for days, weeks even! And don’t worry about the DA, you’re doing amazing,” she unwrapped her arms from him, making her way to the chair next to him. She grabbed his hands before continuing, “and please give yourself a break about the shop, it won’t be fun if you overwork yourself like this, especially without George.”

Fred’s eyes softened at the sight of you. He looked at the table full of different types of work and sighed. His brain had finally come back down to Earth. “Godric, you’re right. I have nearly wrecked my brain doing all of this. I haven’t even paid attention to you! Oi, I- I’m really sorry, Y/N, really.” His hands broke from hers to go through his hair. Y/N’s heart broke at the sight of Fred so stressed.

“Freddie, Freddie, it’s okay! I understand,” she desperately tries to make eye contact with him. “Hey, hey, hey. Look at me,” he does and his demeanor softens.

“Hi there, can Fred come out to play?” Y/N said softly while debuting a soft smile. Fred takes a deep breath and nods before standing up and embracing his girl in a bear hug that they both needed, and on both ends, you could tell it was a touch deprived hug.

Y/N slowly pulls away, him still in her arms but she is looking up to him, “let’s get to bed, love. It is almost one in the morning,” your sympathetic eyes met his tired ones.

He nodded before packing up his stuff with help from Y/N and they made their way up the common room stairs. Once stopping at the boys’ dorms, Y/N goes to kiss him goodnight. The kiss was simple, but meaningful, there was a lot of care and love that emitted from it. They pulled away with goofy grins before Y/N headed towards her room. She did not get very far before she felt her boys hand gently clasp her wrist. “Wait, Y/N,” her eyebrows furrowed, “stay with me tonight.”

It didn’t take much convincing for her to stay the night with Fred, it never did. Settling into each other on his bed felt like bliss, especially for Fred. Fred realized how stupid he was for cramming himself in unnecessary stress and pushing away his best girl. He whispered to the girl on his chest, “I missed you, darling.”

You have another goofy grin and looked up at him with so much love spilling out of your eyes. “I missed you too, love.” They continued to stare into each others eyes before a loud snore from George broke their focus, making them both laugh.

“Real romantic, Georgie,” Fred rolled his eyes before throwing a pillow at his twin, earning a startled snore from him.

“You boys,” Y/N muttered before leaning back into Fred’s chest to fall asleep listening to his heart beat.

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fiveisnumber1 · 3 years

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I’ll always be there to hold your hand - Timeless Side Piece

Happy Father’s Day! Here’s a little story to celebrate it!

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May 12th, 2014

It had been 5 months since you had started school and by this point life had become almost normal. You had warmed up to the kids who had forced themselves into your life and had become friends with them. You fell into a nice routine between home, school, training, and activities. Things felt like they were heading in a more positive direction. Even though there were still darker days and rougher times you could feel things starting to get better day by day. And as you sat in class at the end of the day, your teacher handing out school event flyers, you felt like nothing could go wrong. Taking the flyer from your teacher, you glanced down at it.

Father-Daughter Fundraiser Dance

This Friday, 6pm

You could feel the smile fade from your face as all emotion you were just feeling was wiped away. The sound of your teacher’s voice explaining the event was drowned out in the background as everything became a muted blur. You stared blankly at the image placed right in the middle of the page. An older man and young girl together, smiles upon both their faces. You shut your eyes trying to escape the world but memories of a life gone by started to flash about your mind. Not wanting to face those memories you quickly opened them. As you did so, you saw the face of your own father. He looked towards you with a smile which you did not return. His smile turned to concern as he slowly approached and crouched down to your level.

”Now what’s with the frown my little anomaly?” He asks

“I’m here but you’re not...” you replied quietly

“Well of course i’m here.” He says with a chuckle

He looks and pats all about himself as if trying to prove his presence. Your face doesn’t change though. Noticing your continued lack of expression your father stops his joking. Placing one hand on your shoulder he looks you in the eyes and calmly says,

“I may not be here with you but I am still with you always.”

“What do you mean?” You question

“Well it’s simple, I’m always right here.” He explains using a finger to your head

“And right here.” He adds pointing to you heart

You can feel yourself almost smile at his comforting words as he pull you into a hug. Almost on instinct you held him back as tight as you could. You missed this so much.

“You’re never without me.” He whispers to you “Do you hear me (Y/N)?”

You pull back to look at him and nod yes since words were hard to come by in this moment but as you do so your father starts to get farther and farther from you, fading away into a black void.

“(Y/N), do you hear me?” His voice calls distantly

You try to call out to him but no words leave your mouth as the darkness of the ever-growing void surrounds you, a different voice calls

“(Y/N), do you hear me?”

Your eyes snap open as you look towards the voice. Looking around you saw you were back in your classroom, your friends standing in a semi-circle around your desk.

“Hey, you okay (Y/N)?” Addison asked

“Oh- uh yeah.” You stuttered “Why?”

“The bell rang and you didn’t move.” Kenny replied

“It did?” You questioned

“Yeah, school is over.” Viktoria answered

You looked around to see that the classroom you were in was empty except for you and your friends. Realizing this you quickly gathered the books and papers off your desk, shoving them into your backpack.

“I called your name a few times but you didn’t respond at all.” Lucas comments

“Four times to be exact.” Bren elaborates

Hastily standing up you throw your bag over your shoulder and try to make your way out of the classroom.

“Oh- uh well...I must’ve just...zoned out.” You respond trying to explain yourself without

Your friends silently looked at you concerned. You stared back quietly for a moment before quickly stating,

“Well I better get going, don’t want my ride to get worried.”

Turning away you attempt to walk closer to the door but as you do so you can feel a hand gently grab your shoulder, stopping you. Turning back around you meet the gaze of your friend Dean. Of course it was him. Out of all of your friends he was the one who forced his way into your life first. He knew you better than the rest of them, to the point where he could read you like a book. Hell the two of you were so close you could speak without saying words. The two of you could just stare at each other and hold a conversation. It was a blessing and curse really. It was nice to have someone who was constantly there for you but it was times like these where you just wanted to be alone that you wish he wasn’t so close. As the two of you stood there he gave you a look that gently asked,

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing.”

“It’s not nothing.”

“Dean, I don’t want to talk about right now.”

Letting out a sigh Dean lets go of your shoulder and takes a step back from you.

“Fine.” He said aloud

“Thank you.” You replied

“You know it’s really annoying when you have your little twin conversations and don’t include us. I want the secret knowledge.” Kenny comments

You roll your eyes at Kenny’s comment before putting on a smile and replying in a steadier tone of voice,

“Sorry guys, I need to get to my ride”

Turning around quickly, you walked out of the classroom and down the hall towards the building entrance. When you knew you were out of sight your smile dropped and you let out a sigh. Pain was manageable but it was not inescapable. Once you were outside the school, you headed towards Diego who sat in his car waiting to pick you up. Opening the passenger door you quickly slid into the seat.

“Hey princess, how was school?” Diego asked happily

“It was fine...” You responded plainly

Diego looked over at you worried. He couldn’t tell what it was exactly but he knew something was wrong. Typically, you’d tell him all about one of the things you were learning in school and how you already knew it or something about your friends or something that had happened that day. But there was none of that now.

“You doing okay, kiddo?” Diego questions

“I’m just...tired. I’m tired.” You replied as you looked out the car window

Diego knew you weren’t just tired but he wasn’t going to press you to tell him what was going on. He did want to figure out what it might be, but for now he would just leave it be. Turning on the car he added,

“Alright well I have a lesson to give at the gym and then we can head over to Eudora’s”

“Okay...” You sighed

With that Diego pulled away from the school and drove off to the gym. You continued to quietly stare out the window as the car drove on. The people on the street flew by just as fast as they came and the sights of the city changed as the journey went on. Soon enough the two of you had arrived at the gym. While Diego set up for the lesson he was going to give, you set up at the table. Opening your backpack you saw the mess of books and papers that you had hurriedly shoved in there back at school. You regretted your decision from earlier because now you couldn’t find any of your homework and your had a chance of running into that flyer again. Letting out an annoyed huff you closed your eyes and lifted your backpack to spill it onto the table. From across the room Diego watched as you did this, growing more concerned about you. You weren’t acting yourself and that included how you acted on your bad days when you remembered losing Five. With a giant thud the books and papers flew about the table and you opened your eyes picking up some of the sheets and starting to work on them. Diego wanted to walk over to you but his client had arrived. All he could hope was that your homework could distract you from whatever was going on enough until you got to Eudora’s. Throughout the lesson he was given Diego would constantly look your way to check up on you.

“She your daughter?” A voice asked

“Huh?” Diego said looking towards it

“I asked is she your daughter?” His client repeats

“Oh. No, not my daughter. She’s my little sister." Diego answers looking back towards you “I’m taking care of her since her parents are gone.”

“Her parents?” The client questions

“We weren’t very close but I admire how much they loved her.” Diego answers

It wasn’t a lie what he had said but it also wasn’t quite the clearest answer. The situation was more complex than could be explained.

"Ah okay. I was asking because you just had that parental look of worry.” The client comments “It’s the same one I give my daughter when something is wrong.”

“Didn’t know it was that obvious.” Diego jokingly comments

“Only to a father it is.” The client suggests “How about we finish early? I’ll still pay in full but I can tell that you have a higher priority right now.”

Diego turned to look back at the client and nodded his head. You were his top priority and making sure you were okay was what was most important right now. Diego shook the hand of the client before parting way and walking over towards you at your table.

“Hey kiddo, ready to head to Eudora’s?” Diego asked

“You looked up from your work at him. It was a bit early to be leaving, typically lessons lasted longer that how long you had been there.

“I mean, I guess so.” you respond “Did something go wrong with the lesson?”

“He just had to leave.” Diego states

You nodded your head quietly. It was odd that he was done so early but if the client needed to leave then there was nothing to do about it. You just hoped that it was for nothing bad. You were about to pack up your bag when Diego said,

“Hey, since we have this extra time how about we go stop and get some candy at the dollar store? I have a few dollars on my desk in my room, while you go get them for me I’ll pack up your bag.”

Looking up at Diego you nodded your head. Things were tough but you’d never turn down candy. Turning around you head towards Diego’s room and he turns to pack up your bag. Diego looked over the crumpled papers and started to flatten them out and place them in their proper folders so you could find them better. As he sorted through the papers he noticed one that was slightly obscured by other papers that looked different. Pushing the other papers away he picked it up and read over what it said.

Father-Daughter Fundraiser Dance

This Friday, 6pm

He looked at the flyer sadly as he had found out what had upset you so much. It was this school event that was happening. He could hear from behind him the sound of the boiler room door opening and quickly folded the paper up, putting it in his pocket. Placing the rest of the papers and books in your bag, he zipped it up and turned around to face you. Now that he knew what was going on, he could start to figure out how to help you. Handing you your backpack he pretended like he didn’t know what was going on. A smile on his face he asked,

“You ready to go?”

You nodded your head as you put your bag on your back. Walking back to the car, the two of you drove over to the dollar store to pick up candy before heading over to Eudora’s. Knocking on the door, Eudora opens it surprised to see you both there.

“It’s a bit early isn’t it?” Eudora comments

“The client had to leave early.” Diego replies bluntly

“Okay, well, come in then.” Eudora says gesturing to enter “Dinner should be ready in an hour.”

You and Diego enter the house and settle in. While you pull out the rest of your homework to do, Diego goes and helps Eudora with dinner. Typically, you were so happy to stay over Eudora’s for the night but you were completely drained. You had no emotional energy for anything. As the three of you sat down to dinner you quietly pushed your food around your plate. Your head being propped up by your arm. Eudora looked at you concerned before looking towards Diego. She tilted her head a few times trying to gesture towards you without being obvious. Trying to keep things as inconspicuous as possible he mouthed the word ‘later’ to her. Tired of the day you pushed your chair out and got up from your seat. Looking at the two of them you stated blankly,

“I’m going to head to bed.”

Eudora tried to act normal as she looked back towards you and asked,

“Do you want one of us to tuck you in?”

“No, I’ll be fine tonight.” You replied bluntly

“Alright, well...goodnight (Y/N).” Eudora said

“Goodnight princess.” Diego added

“Goodnight.” you replied

The two of them stayed silent as you walked off to the guest room you slept in when you came over. When they heard the door close they got up to clean the table together, quietly as they could so that you could fall asleep first. After the table was clear and the dishes were clean Diego went upstairs to check if you were asleep while Eudora sat on the couch downstairs. Carefully opening the guest room door, Diego quietly made his way over to your bedside. He knew you said you didn’t want to be tucked in but he couldn’t help but pull the blanket up more so that you were warm and covered. Gently, he ruffled your hair before leaving the room and heading back downstairs to Eudora. Sitting on the couch next to her Diego let out a sigh. He didn’t know what to do. Eudora looked over towards him. Ever since dinner concern had weighed on her mind and with you fully asleep she felt the need to comment on what she had noticed,

“Something is off about (Y/N). She barely touched her dinner and didn’t want either of us to tuck her into bed.”

“I know.” Diego replied bluntly

“Any clue as to why?” Eudora inquired

Diego sat forward and pulled the folded up flyer out of his pocket. He looked over it once more taking in the information on the page. It was simple, just a few words and an image but it spoke volumes. Diego stared blankly ahead as he held the flyer out to Eudora.

“Yeah. I think she’s upset because of this.”

Eudora gently takes the piece of paper from Diego and looks it over. A sadness fills her heart as she starts to understand the connotations of this flyer and the impact it would have on you. Eudora looks over at Diego, his face filled with sorrow at the situation before him. Clasping his hands together, Diego drops his head.

“I don’t know what to do...” He whispers

Placing a hand on his shoulder, Eudora looks at him sympathetically. Diego had taken it upon himself to try and take care of you and raise you as best as he could. Granted, you were living with his father and mother but he tried his best to be there for you as much as he could. It hurt Eudora to see him so lost. Diego slowly lifted his head and looked over at her, the formation of tears could be seen in his eyes. he felt like he had failed you somehow.

“I can’t just bring her dad back. God knows I tried but he’s been gone for years.” Diego rambles

“I know.” Eudora comforts

“But for her it’s only been a few months and I- I just d-d-don’t know how to f-fix it.” Diego stutters

It broke Eudora’s heart to heart to hear him stutter. She knew that he had worked so hard to hide it but it came out in vulnerable times. It was in times like these that Diego was his truest self and his truest self loved his sister so much. Eudora took a moment to herself to think before calmly replying,

“What if you took her Diego?”

“Eudora, I’m her brother. It’s a father-daughter dance.” Diego states

“I know but you’re also the only male figure she has in her life.” Eudora replies

“I don’t want to overstep anything. I’m not trying to take her dad’s place.” Diego explains

“I know you’re not trying to take his place, but going to this dance with her isn’t you saying you’re trying to take his place. It’s about you showing that you’ll be there for her when no other man can.”

Diego looked at Eudora gently. There was something about her words that struck him deeply. He wanted to be there for you when no one else would. His main goal was to support you in everything you did. Maybe she was right.

“You think so?” Diego questioned quietly

“I do.” Eudora responded

Diego nodded his head lightly.

“I’ll think about it.”

May 16th, 2014

Diego had thought about what Eudora had said all week debating back and forth in his head whether he was overstepping his place or not to take you. But now here he was at 5:30 on Friday night wearing black dress pants, a white button up and a tie. Looking at himself in the mirror he continued to wonder if this was the right idea but it was too late he was already dressed Grabbing his keys he headed out of the gym before he changed his mind and drove over to the academy. Knocking on the door of the academy he waited for someone to open it. After a few moments it swung open and he saw grace standing there.

“Hi Mom.” Diego greeted

“Oh Diego! This is unexpected.” Grace said “Would you like to come in?”

“No thanks, Mom. I hope you can understand.” Diego replied “Could you get (Y/N) for me?”

“Of course sweetie. One moment.”

Grace shut the door and after a few minutes the door opened again with you standing there instead. Grace had told you that Diego was here to see you but you had no clue why. He was just as unexpected to you as he was to Grace.

“Hi Eggo. What are you doing here?” You questioned

“I have a surprise for you. Go put on a nice outfit.” Diego vaguely explained

You were confused because he hadn’t brought up this surprise earlier in the week like he typically did but maybe this surprise would be better than staying in all sad. The father-daughter dance was tonight and your only thought was to stay in your room so this seemed like a better way to spend the night.

“Alright. Give me a minute.” Your replied

Flashing back upstairs you put on a nice dress before flashing back downstairs. You informed Grace that you’d be heading out with Diego and would give her a call later on to let her know if you were going back to the academy or not. You opened the door to Diego who still stood there waiting for you.

“Ready to go kiddo?” He asked

“Yup.” you replied

The two of you walked to his car and soon enough were on the road heading towards the surprise. As Diego drove on you became more and more confused. The path he was taking was the one towards your school. It didn’t quite make sense but perhaps he had to pass your school to get to the surprise. Quietly, you sat in the passenger seat as the drive went on but when Diego pulled into the parking lot of your middle school you couldn’t help but question,

“Diego, why are we here?”

“I didn’t want you to miss the dance.” Diego answered

Dance? Could he mean the father-daughter dance? You never mentioned it to him. Maybe he was just confused. Faking confusion you say,

“Dance? What dance?”

“(Y/N), I found the flyer for the father-daughter dance. And I know I’m not your dad, and I’d never try to take his place but I just wanted you to know that I’ll always be there for you. No matter the time, place or case I will always be here.”

You stared at your brother as you processed what was going on. You had read so many books and knew so much about literature but even with all that knowledge you couldn’t find the words to express how much this meant to you. How much he and his words meant to you. Maybe the words didn’t exist to express such a feeling but it meant everything to you. As you stayed there quietly, Diego started to worry that this was a bad decision. Backtracking, Diego starts to say,

“We don’t have to go if you don’t want to-”

He’s cut off though by you throwing your arms around him. For a moment he was caught off guard but soon enough he wrapped his arms tightly back around you. Just because you were his little sister didn’t mean you weren’t his little girl and he would always do everything in his power to make you happy. As you held on to him you said,

“You’re the best brother ever.”

Diego smiled to himself. He was grateful Eudora pushed him to do this and thankful that he didn’t decide against it.The two of you stay in that moment for a second before Diego comments,

“We better get in there we’re already late, and we don’t want to miss the rest.”

“Okay!” you reply, a smile plastered on your face

The two of you step out of the car and as you walk towards the school you ask Diego,

“Do you want to hold my hand?”

He looks down at you and smiles,

“Of course. I’ll always be there to hold your hand.”

As the two of you make your way into the gym you see a bunch of your classmates and girls in the grade below you with their dads. The fast paced music you heard when you first came in started to slow down DJ says over his microphone,

“We’ve been having a blast so far but we’re going to slow it down for our first dance.”

As you and Diego stand in the entry way you can hear When You Need Me by Bruce Springsteen start playing over the speakers.

When you need me call my name 'Cause without you my life just wouldn't be the same If you want me come sunny skies or rain When you need me just call my name

The crowd of father’s and daughters start to slowly separate as the pairs begin to dance. Looking down towards you Diego asks,

“Do you want to dance?”

Looking back up at him you smile widely and reply,

“I’d love to.”

If you miss me, I'll be there To brush the sunlight from your hair I'll be there to guide you when trouble walks beside you If you need me I'll be there

Hand in hand, the two of you walked on to the floor and to a more empty spot so you wouldn’t bump into anyone. Letting go of your hand for a second Diego gives you an over-exaggerated bow and you give him back a grand curtsy. Standing back up the two of you position yourself for a box-step waltz. It was the simplest thing you both knew given you were both classically trained. As you two started to dance other pairs looked at you funny for not doing the simple side sway but you both just laughed and enjoyed your time together.

And when this dirty world has been cold to you I got two strong arms waitin' to hold you And when those mean days come along We'll stand together and we'll take 'em on So if you need me just call my name

After a bit you let go of the waltz hand position and brought your brother into another hug. You couldn’t help it, you were just so happy to be here and to be here with him. You loved your brother and would do anything for him just like he would do anything for you. He was the best older brother you could ever ask for. You smiled as your head rested against his heart. Diego was taken back once more by your sudden hug but he still held you tightly in his arms, resting his head a top of yours. Just like the rest of the pairs, you two swayed side to side to the music. No fancy dancing necessary. You two were your own happy family.

When you need me call my name 'Cause without you my life just isn't the same 'Cause when this world kicked me around You picked me up off the ground So if you need me I'll be there

"I love you princess. I’ll always be here for you.” Diego said quietly

“I love you too Eggo.” you replied

When you need me call my name 'Cause without you my life just wouldn't be the same If you want me come sunny skies or rain When you need me just call my name

#tua #The Umbrella Academy #TUA2 #UA #ua2 #Umbrella Academy #umbrella acedmy #diego #diego hargreeves #umbrella academy diego #tua diego #tua diego hargreeves #number 2 #number two #00.02 #eudora #eudora patch

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Shdjdjjddjjs okay but, more buff cat hcs when ?? But seriously, i know it probably counts as crack hc but i enjoyed it way to much i cant get it out of my head anymore, i havent laught so much in a while now sjdjchdj. I sure hope the buff cat saga will continue !!

You know what? I’ll give you some buff cat content now. 😤 my school work can wait. And trust me, the buff cat saga WILL continue. I just tend to work on requests first rather than my own wants haha.

I’m really happy you like buff cat! Buff cat is my life now. Constantly haunted by buff cat. Maybe one day I’ll introduce a girlfriend or friends for buff cat too 🤔

Maybe I’ll do a background about buff cat and how they met MC?? And why buff cat is so attached to MC? I don’t know. 👉👈 maybe if someone requests, otherwise I’ll just do whatever I feel like in the moment.

Anyone can also feel free to request any buff cat scenarios!! If not I’ll think of some up. THIS IS SO LONG IM SORRY. I WROTE THIS LIKE 1 HOUR OR SOMETHING STRAIGHT AHA.

The boys react to buff cat teaching you

Lucifer

Lucifer had noticed your grades were improving recently, and wanted to take you out to eat for working so hard to both keep up with your class.

When he came to your room, he saw a scene that honestly shouldn’t of surprised him, but did anyways.

You were sitting at your desk, books sprawled across the entire surface area of it. On top of a book pile was buff cat, wearing a pair of glasses, and he was using a pointer to show you important parts you should remember.

He watched in awe as you two never exchanged any words, but you were scribbling down definitions and important notes, while buff cat turned the pages and reviewed your work.

He’s gotten fairly use to buff cat cooking, cleaning, intimidating others, but he has never seen buff cat act like a teacher before, it was sort of new, and he even had a teacher outfit.

He swears that he never sees you buying these outfits, or that people in the devildom actually sell muscular cat clothing.

Buff Cat is the first to break the silence, looking over at Lucifer and positioning his pointer at Lucifer’s head, and then to in front of your desk.

You were still focused on your studying, knowing that you were steadily improving. Buff Cat got out a notepad from one of your desk drawers, and wrote “Leave what you require on this note, I am instructing MC right now, and when we are done tutoring I will give this note to them.”

Lucifer ended up having to take a rain check on taking you out to eat, and learned that your cat has really advanced vocabulary.

Mammon

He was failing the majority of his classes, and ended up asking you for help. You were his best shot, and you seemed to be passing all of your classes with flying colours.

You said you were happy to help him! Except that someone else was actually helping you study. They were a very efficient teacher.

He was relieved to hear that you’d introduce your teacher to him, until he found out it was that fucking demon spawn from hell.

He screeched so hard and ran out of the room, crying like a girl. “aAAAAaaaaAAAH”

Mammon is terrified of buff cat, and now you’re telling him this cat has the intelligence of a genius? You came to the devildom like a few months ago how is this cat tutoring you and making you pass your classes with ease??

He swears your cat is trying to plot for world domination or something. Will NEVER ask you to study with him again.

Leviathan

You walked into Levi’s room trying to find buff cat. It was a Sunday, which was typically a boys night out between them, but it was getting pretty late and you need to study.

There was a test tomorrow on devildom history, and you wanted to review one more time with buff cat, as to make sure you’ll do well on it.

“Mr. Kitty, are you here?” You called out, as soon as you said that Buff Cat paused the game and ran up to you. Levi was slightly annoyed as Buff Cat was beating a hard level for him, but he is your cat above all else.

You smiled as Buff Cat greeted you, and apologised for interrupting them. You explained to Levi how you wanted to review for the test, and if it wasn’t an issue could he spare around 20 minutes?

Levi huffed and agreed and called you a normie, and was about to pick up his switch when your words finally set in.

You put down the book you were carrying and got out a pencil, and took a piece of paper out of the book. You began writing down all of the important stuff on the paper while Buff Cat watched over your shoulder.

When you were finished, he went into the book with you and showed you a couple things you’ve missed or had forgotten, and then got you to write it down three times each as to remember. He even wrote a few essay questions for you which you got.

Levi was impressed. Not only did Buff Cat seem to know the whole devildom history by heart, he knew the exact pages and lines, and even how to write.

He didn’t really care as long as Buff Cat beats the hard level for him. He just considers it to be cool.

Satan

Satan was impressed with your high grades. It must be hard for a human to suddenly learn about a whole new realm, right? So if you had Cs he would understand, but you were getting 97s and 94s.

He understood everything when he started to notice what kind of books Buff Cat had been reading in his room, recently.

You all were having a test on curses soon, and Buff Cat came by his room and began looking for books about curses, and similar ones to what you all had been learning about.

Satan ended up chuckling to himself and found it amusing. It was amazing how your cat even spent his free time coming to someone’s room, finding books for your tests, and reads them before going back to you to help you understand the content.

He likes to get coffee with Buff Cat and talk about the stuff you’re learning in classes, he never directly said it to you, but he helps Buff Cat find specific books when Buff Cat comes over.

Asmodeous

Lucifer decided to punish the house of lamentations by taking away all of their electronics after they did something stupid again. The only way to earn it back, was through getting an 80% or higher on their next test.

You and Asmo suffered because you would normally look up answer during your test, and Asmo had no social media or contact with any of his friends with benefits.

You two weren’t ashamed to beg Buff Cat for help to pass your next test. He was probably the smartest in the house. He goes to Satan’s room almost every day and purchased books when he goes out. Your cat even tutored you when you were in elementary school.

You and Asmo barely needed to convince Buff Cat, as he was ecstatic to help you again. He’d do anything to help you, and was even willing to help Asmo out as well.

Asmo thought that Buff Cat looked REALLY adorable in his teacher’s outfit. A suit, tie, glasses, and his claws were so shiny from their manicure earlier.

Buff cat even slicked his fur back to look like he gel’d his hair. He was a literal fashion icon. Asmo could do some sewing, but nothing to the degree Buff Cat did.

Buff Cat had so many outfits he made himself, and he even did them so quickly. They all turned out perfect. Oh right, this was about studying wasn’t it?

Asmo never really asked questions about why your cat could just be so smart, and more so focused on how cool your cat looked. Priorities.

Beelzebub

Beel and Buff Cat are gym buddies, so naturally they’d walk home together from the gym. Everything was fine until Buff Cat’s MC senses were tingling, and began to walk towards you, crouching down in a store trying to figure out which notebooks to buy.

Beel thought it was pretty cool Buff Cat knew where you were, like how he and Belphie were that close to each other.

Brel asked you what you were doing, and you explained that you wanted to get some new notebooks because your old one is messy and confusing. You just scribbled whatever you could down, and were having a bit of a hard time in class.

Buff Cat immediately perked up, and you two seemed to have a conversation. He meowed and you happily said “I’d love that!”

Apparently, Buff Cat had offered to tutor you. Beel wasn’t so sure how well your cat could teach, though, considering he still is a cat, and offered to help you as well, since he wouldn’t like to see you sad from overworking yourself.

He was scribbling notes alongside with you five minutes into your first session together. Buff Cat wrote such simple explanations, and even prepared notecards ahead of time, Beel forgot he was supposed to teach you.

He is pretty fine with Buff Cat teaching you both, and once again forgets that Buff Cat is a “normal”? cat and not some weird creature that knows the answer to life.

Belphegor

Is really fucking terrified of your buff cat. Like TERRIFIED. So when he sees your cat in a teacher’s outfit sitting at the dinning room table, teaching you math, he was frozen.

He came down to get a glass of milk but what is this. Do you- do you have to do it in the living room?

There is no other reaction than physical fear coursing through his body his adrenaline is at the highest and his fight or flight instincts kick in.

He’s already fought once and that caused Buff Cat to exist in constant Buff form around him, so you can bet he is running.

Probably has a group chat with Mammon and Luke. “Buff Cat Conspiracy”. They talk about how scary buff cat is.

Diavolo

Buff Cat told Diavolo he was the one who helped you study. They were having conversation (buff cat used a notebook) and the topic of your studies came up. He mentioned how he had been helping you study, and understand the terminology in the Devildom better.

He was happy to hear that you understood it, and that it wasn’t too complicated for either of you too.

He actually asks if he can watch your study sessions, to see if he needs to lighten your workload just in case you’re pushing yourself too much.

You two allow him to watch, and he’s giving soft claps and smiles as the two of you give it your best.

Is honestly very happy with how much you two get along, and how you say it’s very simple since Buff Cat explains(meows) it in a very efficient manner.

He already knew Buff Cat was smart, but haha. Maybe he should hire Buff Cat to be a teacher or support class teacher for RAD?

Barbatos

You had grown accustomed to the devildom these past few months, and with Buff Cat with you, you were allowed to freely explore it when you want.

Buff Cat also happens to have a spare key to open the castle when he wishes.

Exam/testing season was coming up, and you knew you couldn’t study at the house of lamentation.

It was very distracting, and so you decided to go to the castle. No one will be screaming there, or trying to convince you your cat is a weird entity trying to plot world domination.

Barbatos was sort of used to seeing Buff Cat come and go as he pleases, but why were you here? Before he could say anything, you told him that you were visiting to study! And that you hope he didn’t mind that Buff Cat was going to tutor you.

Alright, so you’re studying, but why at the castle? You had to explain that it was very distracting at the house of lamentations, and Mammon was trying to convince you to get rid of your cat 24/7.

Ah, he could see that. Your cat isn’t exactly normal, and Mammon does occasionally scream like a girl. I promise I love Mammon. But it’s not like he minded, so long as you two were quiet and actually studied.

He left to clean for a bit, and when he returned to the guest room he saw you wearing a headband, violently writing down and muttering definitions at an insane pace. Buff Cat was in a teacher’s outfit, and holding out flash cards.

He’s slightly taken aback, but doesn’t show it anywhere on his face. He has never seen you so serious before, and neither has he seen Buff Cat so focused on you, as well.

He’s quite proud of you two for your hard work and dedication. He doesn’t interrupt but instead pours you three cups of tea, Buff Cat thanks him, and watches over you two.

Solomon

Solomon invited you over for a study session. He may be a little shady, but he does care for you, as a fellow human.

He was ecstatic to see Buff Cat come with you, because he still wants to dissect your cat.

He was about to talk to you about letting him research you cat, but you made yourself comfortable on his bed, and Buff Cat began to put on glasses and take out a pointer.

He didn’t have anytime to talk beforehand, as you were highlighting certain areas of your book, your cat pointing to certain parts, and you patted the bed beside you for Solomon to join.

Solomon’s plans to dissect your cat are set back another day, but he takes great interest in the way he teaches. Your cat is very methodical about how to remember things, and explains(meows) it rather simply.

He swears that your cat is not a normal human cat, but why can he sense literally zero magic power from it? If only Buff Cat could teach him that.

Solomon also gets 100% on the next test by remembering everything the way Buff Cat had taught you two.

Simeon

Absolutely chaotic man, when he sees you and Buff Cat in a classroom when school was over, he approached you two, and said hello.

You greeted him, and so did Buff Cat. He asked what you were doing after school so late, and that it was dangerous for the two of you. Buff Cat not so much but could still be in danger.

You told him you were studying for the upcoming test, and that Buff Cat was helping you.

Simeon was like!!! 💖👉👈💖💖💖💖🥰🥰🥺🥺 could I join?? This sounds so fun!! Buff Cat is so smart!!

He does not question the fact he’s studying with a cat, learning from a cat, or just how nice your cat can write on paper, like perfect handwriting.

He has such chaotic energy that he’s just like you, what a cute cat!

Luke

no.

just no.

he’s fine with your cat but does your cat have to be in buff form when you’re being taught?

he is happy you are getting good grades but please get him away from buff form buff cat.

#obey me #obey me swd #obey me hc #obey me shall we date #obey me headcanon #buff cat

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The Apparition Splinche (Stressed Out, Part 1.)

Series description: Once upon a time, there was a lonely dog locked up in his own home. The lonely dog became sad and angry - until a woman came to stay at the lonely, sad house one day.

Part summary: The Deatheaters started to make blind spots after realizing there’s an organization operating in the shadows. You’ve been in a bad spot at the worse time imaginable. When a friend came to save and to apparate away with you, something went very, very wrong.

A/N: Ah, yes, I love the slow-burn fic. We need to see the alcoholic!Sirius appearing when we knew he existed and J. K. Rowling just gushed over him. Also, I still do firmly believe that Sirius is a cis hetero man or a bisexual, but don’t expect Lupin to get it on here.

Word counter: 3.4 K

Tagging: @missdictatorme, @siriusly-padfoot

Playlist: The Black Vibe ™

Series masterlist: H E R E

Late summer of 1994:

The night was slowly settling down in the town of Rye. There was a husky mist rolling into the streets, announcing that fall is soon to come by. The small town was silent, no cars were driving around. It was a nice evening for a walk. The street was empty as you walked through it with a takeaway coffee in your palm, carefully looking around. The wind was so subtle that not even a leaf on a tree moved.

You've always liked small towns like this. There was something in the atmosphere of small, claustrophobic middle-age streets and Shakespearean houses. Most of them were now reconstructed, painted in white and the black wood holding the old constructions together was supported as well. It wasn't too hard to feel like you're a few centuries back suddenly.

It was a dream of yours to purchase a house like this one day, to settle down and make it your home. Your long-time boyfriend never seemed to agree with the plans since he was the more wild-spirited one out of you two; that was until a few months ago. Ever since the Deatheaters sightings became more frequent, almost as frequent as in the day of You-know-who's reign, Brian seemed to understand how important the dream was for you. The further you'd be from the war, the better. The further you'd be, the bigger the chance of you having a family could be. Yet at that time, you couldn't just pack your stuff and leave England.

As almost all of the British-born wizards and witches, you've your education in the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. As most of your fellow students hoped to get a job at the ministry, you two hadn't set your priorities to these places. Ever since leaving the school four years ago, you've had a job at the St. Mungo's Hospital, while Brian chose the career of a magiozoogist, following the steps of his biggest idol - Newt Scamander.

It was long forgotten by now as the stakes got higher. Back in your school years, you've been a great friend of Charlie Weasley, who was now working in Romania with dragons, reaching his dream career. It was now three months ago when a small owl stopped at your window, giving you a small piece of paper torn out of a book.

All it said was 'Be at your place on Wednesday, at three a.m. of your time, close to the fireplace. I'll explain everything. With regards, Charlie Weasley'. Just like Charlie promised, his head popped in your fireplace. Quickly, he got into explaining - Ministry wasn't watching over the fireplaces yet, but it wasn't supposed to take a lot of time before they start. Charlie had to be quick. Hastily, he told you about the Order of the Phoenix.

It was an organization fighting off You-know-who's people. It was a secret resistance founded by Dumbledore and they were trying to take in new members to make the Order stronger. Since you and Charlie were good friends before he abruptly left to study dragons (he was in the sixth year back then) and you've always supported him and trusted his guts, he wanted to ask you to join in for the good cause. Charlie was sure that you nor Brian could be traitors. And so you agreed, but taking only some watches in small towns here and there, nothing too dangerous or too close to the epicentre of the battlefield. Brian once got assigned to watch over Harry Potter, but you've asked the Order not to assign him again.

Of course, you've been told where the main headquarters were, but you've never been there personally. Remus Lupin and Nymphadora Tonks found other ways to tell you the information you needed to know. That was how you got assigned to Rye for the night.

It was nothing, really. Some suspicious activities were pinpointed to happen there, but any of these suspicions were confirmed to be true. It was just a normal watch. Tightly holding your wand with one of your hands, you took another turn. People surely noticed the casually walking strangers in the streets for the last week, yet no-one asked you just yet. It was almost nine in the evening, as the watch on your wrist told you. Just three hours to go. Once again, you've reached a road leaving out of the town. Swiftly, you turned on your heels and sipped the muggle coffee again. It was almost cold.

It was at that moment when you noticed the person following you around. It certainly wasn't anyone from the Order - the only three people contacting you and knowing your location were Dora, Remus, and Charlie. It could've been a local, so you turned to another street, checking the person walking behind. After ten minutes, you finally took the wand out of your pocket, firing a burst of green sparks into the air above your head. Knowing that would alert Brian, you turned at the person.

They had a wand in their palm too, but you didn't think they'd be a Deatheater... At least not an important one. It didn't take them too long to shoot the first curse at you, and another one right after that. With problems, you managed to dodge the curses, firing a spell back. The person didn't even flinch while diverting it to a near wall - it made a hole there, firing small pieces of concrete everywhere. The coffee flew out of your palm when a small piece of shrapnel hit the back of it, cutting you pretty deep, blowing up at the collision with the ground.

Without waiting for anything else to happen, you thought of a location inside the same town, jumping into the unknown to apparate there. Honestly, it was the worst idea you could have. A group of Deatheaters were at the small square you've chosen as the final destination. If a hand didn't pull you to the ground, the fired curses would certainly kill you in a matter of seconds. As your back hit the ground, the curses melted into one and exploded, creating an outburst of green sparks just a yard above your damn head. The man with you wasn't Brian - it was Lupin.

For a moment, you were trying to fight back; yet it was just the two of you against a whole group of them. - "Where's Brian?! I thought he would come here with you'" - A cry left your lips as you made another curse fly in a different direction. They were closing in on you way quicker than you anticipated and Remus clearly realized that as well. Also, you realized he hadn't answered your question; whether it was bad news or by the rush of the situation, it made you worried. As you fired your last curse, it hit one of the Deatheaters in their head, knocking them off.

At that moment Lupin gripped on your arm, urging you to close your eyes since he knew how much you hated to apparated around, doing it only out of necessity. It could be in the last moment when you felt a curse hit your hip - but with that, you were already on your way through the unknown. A loud cry left your lips as you closed your eyes firmly, feeling the pain overtaking the whole right part of your body. With the last remnants of your will, you concentrated on staying by Lupin's side until you'll be on the spot; yet with each passing second, the pain got worse.

It felt like a slap to your face as you fell out at the place you've been supposed to manifest at. You couldn't care less where you were - the pain in your side was so intense that you have fallen right on your back since you didn't even bring yourself to stand straight. You couldn't control anything you did at the moment - your body had a seizure. The pain was most likely intensified or straightaway caused by the process of apparition because the curse wouldn't certainly cause a split in your hip.

Lupin immediately lowered himself on his knees, picking you from the ground with the biggest care he was capable of. It was hard nonetheless. Your whole body was shaking, hitting the asphalt of the road as your head tried to get it together. As he looked at your eyes rolling back, he knew he has to hurry up and do so fast. The members would certainly come up with something, but the sooner you'd get the care, the better.

The others were already reaching out to the two of you - it was hard to miss the yelling and the loud, sharp sound the apparition usually made. The members were instructed not to apparate in front of Grimmauld's place 12 unless something goes wrong... Which was exactly the case here. Since you weren't noticing anything that was happening at the moment, you couldn't even tell who were the people around you. At that point, you were trying to just stay awake which didn't go as planned - before the first woman even reached you, you've already fainted.

An older woman with red hair was the first to smooth your sweaty forehead as Lupin finally managed to pick you while being sure that the violent spasms won't knock you out of his arms. - "Merlin's beard, who's that, and what happened?" - Molly mumbled and ran along to the door with Lupin by her side, making sure he'll have enough space to carry you into the dining room. Good thing you've already known about Grimmauld place, because you wouldn't be able to enter otherwise.

Tonks joined Remus and Molly as soon as she realized who is that person whose clothes are drenched in blood. On the other hand, Mr Weasley made sure he sent every kid in the house to their bed. The adults acted quickly; with one flick of Mrs Wesley's wand, the dishes picked themself off the dining table so they could put you there - as soon as they did, the whole piece of furniture started to shake as the back of your head hit it. Lupin didn't let a single second slip past his fingers. The man tore the lower half t-shirt to look at the wound. At the sight, Tonks gagged silently and turned away. The cut was deep and bloody, the blood dripping on the desk now. Molly pushed the duo away from you, immediately trying to at least stitch it together.

"Well, talk, Remus!" - Molly yelled at the man angrily, looking at your wound slowly growing together just for it to tear apart in the next second. With a huff, she opened a small cabinet full of various herbs; she took out a few bottles, walking back to you. - "She was assigned to Rye this night. I think the Deatheaters got to know somehow... They've been waiting there already. They even knew where she's about to apparate!" - Remus cried out, marching around the room to keep. - "How's that possible?" - Molly wondered. This time, it was Tonks who answered the question. - "I think they knew we'll be watching out for any cheeky situations. This might've been one of the bloody blind spots of theirs!"

"But if she was there, where's the boy?" - Mr Weasley, who just came in, asked breathlessly. He was aware that the kids will try to spy on them in the nearest few minutes, but this was more important. Lupin looked at Arthur with horror on his pale face. It wasn't that he didn't find Brian... He did find him. The boy was laying on the ground, staring at the night sky as if he was just watching the stars. It seemed that the Deatheaters got to him first, surprised him so suddenly he didn't even get the time to send the signal. There was always a member of the Order who had a small device with them. The device was given them by Moody; when something on any watch went wrong, all it took was to send out the sparks and a member of the Order would always show up. Brian didn't get the chance.

"I should get back and carry his body back with me. Excuse me." - Lupin muttered out and left the room. When the dining room door flought open, the kids listening to what was happening had all freaked out and of them stumbled on the stairs; the loud thud had woken up old Mrs Black. - "Filth! Scum! By-products of dirt and vileness! Half-breeds, mutants, freaks, begone from this place! How dare you befoul the house of my fathers?! Blood traitor, abomination, the shame of my flesh!" - An awful voice of an old woman started to cry out all over the damn house. Mr Weasley huffed once more and got ready to go shut old Mrs Black's portrait up. Yet sooner than he could do that, there was someone else to take care of it.

It was the man who no-one saw the whole day.

"Ginny!" - A boy's voice cried out and dragged his little sister away from the portrait. Everyone standing on the stairs turned their head at a man, who was quickly walking from the upper floor. As usual, he was looking elegant yet on the verge of breaking down; he was dressed into somewhat of a coat with a deep-blue vest under it. - "Go to your rooms, come on." - He muttered to the kids quite calmly, starting to pull the curtains over his mother. This time every kid slipped into the room assigned to them, not making a sound. Lupin exchange a glance with Sirius before he left the house. - "Blood traitor! My own son let the dirty scum into the house of our family!" - Walburga continued with her yells, now looking straight at the son she hated so much. - "I've heard that already, you foul old hag! Come up something new already!" - The man yelled back at her with the same hatred in his voice, finally shutting the portrait off. With a heavy sigh, he swiftly continued to the dining room, where was all the noise coming from.

Sirius expected a lot when he opened the door - but he didn't expect to see a young woman bleeding out on the table. Well, she wasn't bleeding at the moment thanks to Molly's aptitude. Now, there was a small layer of barely holding together scab that looked as if it will burst at any moment. It was looking pretty disgusting, yet it was hard to change with any other wound - this was caused by an apparition, it was, clearly, an apparition splinche. Arthur was now smoothing Molly's shoulder as he held her in his arms, Tonks was sitting next to the girl. One of her palms was holding her arm, the other one was smoothing the hair out of her face as she hummed her a quiet lullaby. - "What on earth happened here?" - Sirius asked, watching the splashes of blood on the desk. As soon as Molly saw what he's looking at, she flicked her wand and an old piece of rag wiped the blood off.

As Molly walked out of the room to give you at least a pillow, Arthur told Sirius what happened - that you were on a watch in Rye, the Deatheaters were there, your boyfriend had died, and that you almost happen to die too. As Arthur went on, Sirius' eyes started to widen. Jesus. This was a serious lot. This really meant that You-know-who's people were slowly getting their power back. There was no other sort of human beings capable of such disgusting crimes which turned people's lives around. - "We can't send her back to her house now, look at the wound. Someone will have to excuse her at work..." - "I will do that. I know where she's working." - Tonks said as if it was logical. Arthur nodded at her words. - "We've also sent an owl to Dumbledore, so we expect the answer to be swift."

"Is there any free bed we can lay her down in, at least for now?" - Molly wondered quietly, now looking at the woman's expressionless face as well. With the back of her fingers, she smoothed your face too. Your body was cold and there was no wonder why - you've lost a whole lot of blood before Lupin managed to bring you to Grimmauld's place. The fever was slowly coming up and Molly knew that the wound will soon need another layer of the herbs. Someone had to keep an eye on you for the next few days since it was very delicate to heal a splinche - you needed to be kept in bed, have absolute serenity in the house to at least stand up the next fourteen days. She knew Tonks will gladly give you any time you'd need to recover - and Weasleys with the kids were about to be at Grimmauld's place for the following week too. Yet the splinche itself was just the beginning. - "Of course, I'll lend her my bedroom. We will see what can we do next." - Sirius answered quietly. It was taking comfort from him, yes, but at the same time, he felt that he was helping with the cause.

"The apparition splinche might be grown together for now, but the curse that hit her... I don't know what it was. It seems to still be inside of her." - Tonks let out a whisper and a long sign. Almost two lives were lost because of a stupid mistake. Brian's loss was the Order's fault just like this whole situation. If they'd keep making stupid mistakes like this one, more were to die. - "Do you think it's dark magic?" - "No. I can't feel any dark marks in the spell. But I can't identify it either." - Tonks quickly tugged on your palm once more, stepping aside for a moment. Mr Weasley was figuring out the best angle to pick up your body, yet Sirius came forward as well. - "We can't let the poor girl in the bloodied up t-shirt, can we?" - The man asked rhetorically, already pulling the coat down his shoulders. With a big portion of care, they gently pulled the coat on your shoulders and gently tugged you. Arthur finally picked you up from the desk with the help of Molly, who gently laid your temple on her husband's shoulder. As they watched Mr and Mrs Weasley leaving the dining room, both Sirius and Tonks poured themselves a glass of the finest Fire Whisky.

"I didn't know it would happen so quickly... It's barely two months since he came back and look at that." - Tonks mumbled into the glass, sipping a bit of the liquor inside. On the other hand, Sirius drank all of it at once, slipping lower to his seat right after. A long sigh left his lips as he looked at the empty, opened the door. It was hard to tell Tonks not to lose any hope, especially when Sirius felt the way he did. The problems started right after Sirius hid in the house of Black; he could rarely leave it since he was one of the most sought-after murderers at the time. Yet this year, Dumbledore forbid him to leave the house at all.

Sure, Grimmauld's place 12 in London became the Order's headquarters and people came in and went in the last few weeks. There were many wizards and witches who Sirius got to know, with whom he talked... Yet the man was slowly rotting away while sitting there, doing nothing. He needed to do something, to have some job, something his brain could work on. As he sighed once more, he still wasn't realizing that his task was carried through the door just fifteen minutes ago by Remus Lupin.

#remus lupin #nymphadora tonks #mrs molly weasley #mr arthur weasley #sirius black #sirius black x y/n #sirius black imagine #sirius black x reader #Harry Potter #harry potter movies #harry potter books #harry potter fandom

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❝ that’s all history is after all: scar tissue. ❞

{ cis-man, he/him } huh, who’s FROY GUTIERREZ? no, you’re mistaken, that’s actually SCORPIUS MALFOY. he is a TWENTY-TWO year old PUREBLOOD wizard who is A HEALING APPRENTICE. he is known for being CAPTIOUS, RETICENT, FACETIOUS, DISMISSIVE, and DRAMATIC but also RESOURCEFUL, CONSCIENTIOUS, FERVENT, INNOVATIVE, and OBSERVANT, so that must be why he always reminds me of the song IN DREAMS BY BEN HOWARD. i hear he is aligned with THE ORDER OF THE PHOENIX, so be sure to keep an eye on him. { merry, 24, gmt, she/they }

CHARACTER PARALLELS: Amy Santiago (B99), Claire Temple (Daredevil), Chidi Anagonye (The Good Place), Giles (Buffy TVS), Michelle Jones (MCU), Simon Tam (Firefly), Elizabeth Swan (PoTC), Spock (Star Trek), Clarke Griffin (The 100), Harley Keener (MCU), Gregory House (House) suggested honorable mention Gizmo (Gremlins)

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Full Name: Scorpius Hyperion Malfoy Gender/Pronouns: Cis man | he/him Age: Twenty-three Birthdate: January 20th Parents: Draco Lucius Malfoy & Astoria Céline Malfoy (née Greengrass) [Not biologically Astoria’s due to her health, if you ever point this out he’ll flay your eyeballs] Siblings: N/A. Birth place: St. Mungo’s Hospital, England Height: 5’11” Weight: 56 kg Sexual/Romantic Orientation: Demiromantic Bisexual Nationality: British Body Alterations/Marks: A ragged diamond shape scar at the base of his throat.

Blood Status: Pureblood Hogwarts House: Slytherin Wand Arm: Right Pet: His pet toad, Jarvis, recently passed away. Patronus: Arctic Fox Wand: 11 2/3 inches, Willow, Supple, Dragon Heartstring.

Willow is an uncommon wand wood with healing power, I have noted that the ideal owner for a willow wand often has some (usually unwarranted) insecurity, however well they may try and hide it. While many confident customers insist on trying a willow wand (attracted by their handsome appearance and well-founded reputation for enabling advanced, non-verbal magic) my willow wands have consistently selected those of greatest potential, rather than those who feel they have little to learn. It has always been a proverb in my family that he who has furthest to travel will go fastest with willow.

Personality Traits: Brilliance, innovative, empathetic, individuality, openness, social consciousness, inventive, logical, practical skills and self assertion; lack of attachment to people outside his circle and the “real world,” over-intellectualizing of the emotions, dismissive, anxious, crotchety tempered, facetious, rigid, prone to self-isolation, intellectual arrogance, and stubborn. Zodiac Sign: Aquarius/Capricorn Cusp Moral Alignment: Neutral Good Core values: Loyalty, Knowledge, Hope Four temperaments: Melancholic

HOGWARTS HOUSE ANALYSIS

Slytherin Primary and a Burned Ravenclaw Secondary.

Slytherin Primaries prioritize their own selves and loved ones first. Slytherins don’t feel guilty or selfish about this– they feel righteous and moral. The most important thing is to look after your own. Abandoning or hurting one of your own is the worst thing you can do.

A Burned Ravenclaw Secondary might want to be skilled, curious, and prepared, but they feel like they are (or like people think they are) limited, clumsy, or inconstant. Gathering knowledge, hobbies, skills, or tools is the right way to achieve their goals, but Burned Ravenclaws know that’s not going to work within their capabilities. So they take other paths and use other tools– maybe a Gryffindor’s bluntness, a Slytherin’s flexibility, or a Hufflepuff’s slow and steady dedication.

You may have a Hufflepuff Secondary Model.

Hufflepuff is the House of grit, reliability, and determination, and Hufflepuffs use those values to help live, act, and succeed. If you model Hufflepuff Secondary, you also value these things and like to live by them. You like to be hardworking, dedicated, and consistent– but you wouldn’t feel guilty for abandoning those values in the service of other, higher priorities. If there’s another, easier way to get what you want– you’d take it. You think hard work provides valuable rewards– and those rewards are why you work. The work doesn’t have persuasive value in itself.

Despite his very best resistance he’s always been pretty empathetic in nature, he tries to rule his emotions as well as he can but fails more often than not. He was always one of those toddlers that if another kid started crying he’d be right along with them, not because he wanted attention but because he just couldn’t not. A bit of a crybaby, has researched how to magically seal up his tear ducts. Obviously managed to keep the family’s flair for the dramatic there as well. After a few years he leant into the sarcastic vague-snobbishness to hide the core of overwhelming anxiety.

Just managed to scrape through his schooling with nearly all top grades, this isn’t really due to him being a model student. He has always accrued information with a voracious appetite. Any knowledge he could find, even if most people would consider it entirely useless. His mind clicks into that place? You can’t keep him away. However, when there is not an immediate stir of interest on his approach to a topic he has to fight with himself tooth and nail to carry on.

Predictably found exam season highly stressful, was never open about it but was quietly competitive and silently smug over his good grades. Could comprehend well above his reading level from an early age and would often look into experimental research and complicated magic but found himself lost in OWL level History of Magic when chapter upon chapter lay ahead of him about something that didn’t catch his interest. Some people he beat just to spite cause he hates them. It worked, whatever.

Tends toward introversion and finds himself tired sometimes quite easily by a large amount of social interaction. Witty and big-mouthed when he feels comfortable or is in the presence of those that embolden him and very likely to get flustered and snap at people when things are becoming a bit too much. Especially if he feels however unjustly that someone is blocking his escape. Has matured slightly in this since leaving school but it happens still, he’s just anxious. Quite fickle and can at the drop of a hat decide that he’s done with you for the day once his Give Me Attention Meter is maxed. Could be an absolute bloody brat when he felt like it but feels he has grown out of it, which he mostly has.

Always been very, very aware of many people’s distrust of him and his family, he used to sneer and play it up if anyone tried to bring up his dad and go on the offensive but was genuinely affected quite deeply by it all. In his early school years, despite his weakness to the cold, he constantly had his sleeves rolled up to the elbow so that his blank forearm was bared as a statement to just about everyone. I am not marked, I never will be. Now he’s older he has more of a handle on things and can be diplomatic in situations where people are clearly discomforted by his presence and his family history.

Even though the war culminated far earlier in this verse I imagine Scor would have had to have been relatively sheltered as a child if not for how emotionally sensitive and prone to periods of ill-health he was, it was definitely for his own safety. He is still the grandson of a known high-ranking Death Eater and that made him a media target and put one on his back for anyone else that might happen to be watching.

Never produced much of a talent for offensive magic and wouldn’t resort to those methods unless he had literally no other choice, not a front line fighter by any means. His talents with strategy, potion-making, healing and his perseverance with defensive magic are what define him to the Order. While everyone kind of knows who he hung out with at school and who his friends are he is deliberately very mischievous with releasing rumours and misleading people. He deliberately keeps his cards very close to his chest so most people don’t know that he is aligned with anyone, he usually uses glamours or a scarf to conceal his identity if he has to.

While he is knowledgeable about healing and anatomy, he is the WORST at taking care of himself. The literal embodiment of Healers make the worst patients, tends to forgo sleep and basic bodily needs if he’s locked into what he’s focusing on. Sometimes needs reminders to sleep and eat, like a child.

Healing is the most satisfying part of his life and he would never give it up, he likes to experiment as he has a fascination with magic and muggle science and where they might intersect. A fucking nerd honestly. While he thinks he’s being fairly subtle about it a large part of his academic life has been doused in research into blood maledictions, for obvious reasons. He does his best not to flutter too obviously around his Mum. She is capable and ten times stronger than he is.

Lives in a small studio flat in Diagon Alley that is mostly stacks of books and makeshift shelves.

the stillness of the world the moment you take the first step into fresh snow, cashmere and fine wool, the pearlescence of dreamless sleep draught, the scratch of a quill on parchment, faintly tremoring fingers, a shiver up your spine in a warm room, the exhilaration of a problem solved, a thunderous grey overcast sky, the bite of a stitching charm, sleeves rolled up to the elbows, petrichor, the burn in your eyes before a well of tears.

Always had somewhat fragile health tending toward sickly. Hands are never warm, his existence is an endless heat seeking mission.

Went to one Slug Club meeting and used his time to verbally berate and or challenge most of the contacts in attendance, he was not asked to return.

Potions Club, Charms Club, used to sometimes be willing to be dragged to Dueling Club but didn’t enjoy himself.

Plays quite a bit of chess.

Bruises like a fucking peach and scars so easily.

Views quidditch as a good fly spoiled.

Is a very skilled pianist almost entirely due to his Grandmother’s tutelage.

Surprisingly great with children/toddlers/babies, no one including himself expected this, he mostly feared them beforehand.

Bit of a mummy’s boy in that he practically GLOWS when people talk of Astoria’s achievements.

When he has time off from healing he will have chipped black nail varnish on.

Highly intelligent but rarely manages to match a pair of socks, chews his quills but no one else’s.

While very eloquent and well spoken, he is markedly less posh than when he first arrived at Hogwarts.

When he isn’t prone to bouts of insomnia he can take a nap pretty much anywhere. He was once found in a tree after several frantic hours search.

[ CREDIT : CHARACTER PSD template by @karmahelper (defunct url) I tried to find a current social this week by messaging around but couldn’t find anything unfortunately. Forgot to copy this over from the google doc! ]

#potterintro #finally #sorry if this is missing anything

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Two Types of Acknowledgement - Part 1

All good things come to an end. It’s just that Kosuke didn’t expect for things to end so quickly. Within a day, Kosuke’s newfound paradise was turned inside out, and now... he can only go forward

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The ringing and vibrations in Kosuke’s pocket drew his attention away from his talk with the rest of the TDD members. Seeing the caller ID, he got worried, because it was his father.

“Sorry, I gotta take this.” He excused himself from the table and left the room, and braced himself for whatever brought his father to call on a Friday.

“You mother and I are at your place.” Kosuke felt as if he was having an attack, but no, he was simply panicking. His parents had never come over to his apartment and so his art supplies and books were everywhere. The phone call ended straight after his father spoke and Kosuke just stood outside for a few moments as he tried to calm himself down. Once he came to terms with what might happen, he went back inside.

“Hey guys, I have to go early.” The slight concern on the others was visible as they nodded, and so he left.

Walking home, Kosuke felt a decade younger than he was. Like an elementary school child walking home with a bad grade, which he might as well have been. Going up the stairs was like walking the plank and unfortunately for him, his parents were not outside his door, meaning they were inside.

Kosuke braced himself and opened the door, the lights inside already on and showing his art supplies and parents at the kitchen table.

He could only sit down and look at them in the eyes, hoping that he could somehow reason with them.

“Kosuke, you know that we encourage hobbies, but this has gone too far.” His mother stated in a grave tone.

He was meant to nod and agree. He was supposed to toss his supplies away, then pursue something like engineering. He wouldn’t. If there was anything that being around the TDD had taught him, it was to fight, or at least try.

“I won’t throw them away.” His father’s extression tightened at his statement.

“It does you no good! Artists don’t make a living!”

“I have to try.”

“Try what?! Not only is it art, but this is paint we’re talking about! Do you want to collapse?!” Kosuke was well aware of how his paints would occasionally irritate his throat and breathing, but he loved his works, even the ones that he deemed not good.

“I know-”

“If you know then stop!”

“But-”

“DON’T START WITH YOUR BUTS!” Kosuke couldn’t help but flinch as his father’s booming voice. He was almost an adult at seventeen, but yet he still trembled at his angry father's voice. His father, who he was taller than, but also who allowed for him to live in the very apartment they sat in.

Kosuke said nothing, holding back tears that he was too old to spill in front of his parents. How had they even found out? He had Ichiro help be his alibi for the weekdays when he went to his cram school, and the students and teacher at said cram school never knew his parents, so how were they there? His parents weren’t the type to randomly drop by unless they had a purpose to and even then they called ahead of time. Nothing added up, but that didn’t matter.

“We’ll be taking these, and you will stop wasting time and money on a pipe dream that threatens your health.” Kosuke wanted to scream about how it wasn’t a waste, how it was one of the few things he poured his heart into without any prompting. But he couldn’t speak, he could barely even breathe.

“We’re incredibly angry with you Kosuke. You can’t let your hard work go to waste for a passing fancy. And that’s not all.”

“We’ve seen the news. You have to leave that rap group.” So his parents also knew about the Dirty Dawg. It wasn’t surprising, but at least now, he was also fighting to be able to smile with his friends.

“They’re my friends. And look at Jakurai-sensei.”

“He is still a poor example! Runnin a free clinic? How long until his business goes under?” His mother argued.

“You’re hanging out with a yakuza and a delinquent. They are not good influences. You know that! You’re limiting yourself so much!”

“I’m not! I’m expanding my horizons!”

“Listen to yourself! Why are you acting like a toddler?!”

“Why can’t you let me take a shot!l

“You only have one, and you’re throwing it away!”

“If you keep this up we’ll cut off money for rent!”

There it was, a threat. One that would cause serious implications for Kosuke’s future. He would either have to throw his heart away and live with the argument, or throw away his stability and live with the argument and live with it. Kosuke made his choice in an instant.

“Go ahead and do it.”

“Say that again?” His father asked, some of his anger turning into disbelief.

“I said go ahead!” Kosuke continued, raising his own voice.

“Cut off the money! I’ll do commissions! If I can’t pay rent, I’ll find a sharehouse! Or I’ll live with the other TDD members! I’ll get into Gedai and I’ll keep hanging out with my friends! So go ahead!”

The shouting match that followed went on for a few more minutes, before both of Kosuke’s parents stormed out. Ripping the art history books he had, and taking his supplies and several canvases with them as they stormed out. Slamming the door behind him. Leaving Kosuke alone in the kitchen area.

In a creepily composed manner, Kosuke got up and went to his room, and opened the closet to reveal the several hidden boxes in the back. They were probably the only reason that Kosuke wasn’t in hysterics at the moment due to their contents. Opening three revealed several things, back up supplies, including old newspapers to prevent paint from getting onto the ground, and unused paint and brushes. One was filled with 12x12 canvases, brimming with colors, ready to be shown to the world. Finally, one of his treasures, the box containing his oldest sketchbook, it’s cover worn and well loved, filled with his mistakes and improvements. Kosuke knew he would never give up after looking at the sketches, yet for some unfathomable reason, he started to cry.

Kosuke quickly closed the boxes so that his tears wouldn’t ruin their contents. He cried endlessly, with an onslaught of hiccups to accompany the tears and his occasional sobs. He thanked whatever higher power made him fall asleep at the time. Later, he would curse it.

When he initially woke up on the floor, Kosuke had no idea what had happened, only registering how puffy his eyes were, which brought him back to his senses. Getting up and taking a shower, he felt as if he was crying again, not that he could really tell. The sun had yet to rise, but it was morning, so Kosuke decided to quickly get to work on his computer. His parents would go through with their words, and so would he.

Kosuke’s phone seemed to have died over the night, but that wasn’t his priority yet. He went to make a simple website along with a new email address. On the website were three tabs. One was a homepage featuring a few photos of his works that he put up for sale, the next was for commissions, and the final was contact info. The commission prices were based on the size of the canvas and so far he only offered paintings, but it was a start. Then there was social media, but that was more Ramuda’s forte.

Oh wait, I haven’t contacted them. The others might be worried.

Charging his phone, Kosuke waited, only to be greeted with messages telling him the The Dirty Dawg had broken up.

#hypnosis mic #hypmic #Kosuke Furuhata #Kosuke #ichiro yamada #samatoki aohitsugi #ramuda amemura #jakurai jinguji #tdd ichiro #tdd samatoki #tdd ramuda #tdd jakurai #drama track #tdd era #ocs

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Moving Parts, 1

Part One

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Steve Rogers x Reader

Warning: None, in this chapter

A/N: Answer to a request!

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Hanging up the phone, you did your best to school the disappointment from your face before turning around. Bucky stretched out on the sofa, his sock covered feet on the coffee table and his dinner jacket folded over the armrest beside him.

“Steve running late again?” He muted the volume on the television.

“He’s not coming. Work.” You slipped on your heels. “We might as well go.”

“Is there some kind of emergency?” Bucky reached for his own shoes.

“Only in his head.” You snapped a littler harsher than you should have.

“Doll,” Bucky sighed. He came over, wrapping one arm around your waist. He bushed a strand of hair away from your eyes with the other hand. “I’m sorry. I know you were looking forward to tonight.”

“Do you know how hard it was to get tickets to this show? Even using our connections? Much less three? Two seats I could have gotten much, much easier.” You frowned. “If he didn’t want to go, he should have just said so instead of cancelled last minute.”

“I’m sure that’s not it.” Bucky kissed you softly, trying to calm your irritation.

You leaned into the kiss, but then gave a heavy sigh. “If it’s not that, then he threw us over for a report. Which is worse?”

He echoed your sigh. Steve Rogers went from being a cantankerous punk, to a relentless soldier, to a workaholic administrator. It was just part of his genetic make up. “I’m sorry. I wish there was something I could do to make it up to you.”

“It’s not you, Buck.” You swallowed hard, halfway between wanting to cry from anger and wanting to cry from hurt. Regardless, you refused to cry before going out to dinner and Broadway show. “I just... I guess... I thought after our relationship wasn’t a secret anymore, I wouldn’t have to feel like I was being just squeezed in between his work assignments. I thought it would okay for him to show that I was something of a priority.”

Bucky rested his forehead against yours, feeling awful. He’d seen it. When Steve fell into his work mode, he saw the effect on you. Most of the time you were fine, but when Steve pulled a bonehead move like tonight or when he ignored the few times you said you needed him for something, he completely understood your reaction. In fact, he was surprised you weren’t more pissed.

You squeezed him tight, one more time before stepping back with a sniff. “I’m going to freshen up, and then we’ll go.”

“Okay, Doll. Take your time.” Bucky smiled. He pulled on his jacket and pulled out his phone texting Steve. ‘We have to talk when you’re done.’

Steve responded right away. ‘Everything okay?’

‘Not really. No.’ Bucky replied.

‘Emergency?’

‘No.’

‘About anything important?’

Bucky rolled his eyes at the phone. ‘Yes. She is.’

You came out of the bathroom, ready to go. Bucky held open the door for you. “Come on, Doll. Let’s go paint the town.”

Smiling you took his arm. On the way to the car you felt the phone in his pocket vibrate multiple times. By the time you both climbed into the back of the town car you couldn’t stand it anymore. “Who the hell is texting you incessantly?”

He pulled his phone out, glancing at the screen. There were a number of messages from Steve.

‘What’s going on?’

‘Is she angry? She didn’t say she was mad when I called?’

‘Buck. Answer. Call me.’

‘What’s wrong?’

‘Do I need to come home?’

‘Are you mad at me?’

‘Answer me, please.’

Bucky smiled at you. “Nothing to worry about.” He typed, ‘We’re busy until 11:30.’

The dinner turned out to be magnificent. Bucky got you laughing. You sat across from one another, enjoying a delicious meal and lost in each others’ company. The maitre d’ made certain to remove the third place setting before you were brought to the table, so you really didn’t feel Steve’s absence until you saw the empty seat at the theater.

The performance blew you away, and Bucky even enjoyed it. He held your hand through most of the show. His thumb soothing over your skin. You appreciated that when you spent time together, he was really attentive even if it was sitting silently in a theater or across from each other quietly reading books. His little touches, small actions, affirmed he was happy you were there.

With the lives you all lived, long stretches of time apart happened frequently. Risky work meant you never knew if a good-bye kiss might be a last kiss. Pain and trauma came with territory, so not all the time together felt like sunshine and roses. It made you, and Bucky, keenly aware of the importance of enjoying every good moment to the fullest.

In the car returning home, you rested your head on his shoulder. “Thank you for tonight.”

“Night’s not over, Doll.” You could hear the smile in his voice. When you chuckled, he kissed your hair. “I’m sleeping over.”

“Good. I sleep better when you’re there.”

“I sleep better when we’re together, too.” Bucky sighed. “I wish I could all the time.”

“Why can’t we?” You played with the fingers of his hand, not wanting him to see the conflicting emotions on your face. “Why do have to keep separate places?”

“You know how Steve feels about that.” Bucky grumbled.

“I’m talking about you and I, Buck.” You buried your face against his chest. “Steve needs to decide what he really wants.”

He squeezed your hands, but didn’t say anything. Neither of you spoke as the car pulled up and dropped you off. When you arrived back at your room at the Tower, you found the lights on. Steve let himself in. You kicked off your shoes and dropped your handbag near the door.

“Hey,” Steve had been in front of the television, but he had his work tablet on too. You just nodded and went straight to the bedroom to change clothes. He turned to Bucky. “She’s mad.”

“She’s disappointed.” Bucky slipped out of his jacket and took off his tie.

“I had…”

“Don’t. Steve. Just don’t.” Bucky leaned against the wall. His voice gave off more fatigue than heat. “She doesn’t ask us to do much. We usually do what we want, time away, ball games, whatever. You work late, even when you know she’d cooking something you love from scratch. You cancel on her because some counsel member wants a personal briefing from Captain America instead of reading the report like everyone else. She never complains. I see you do it, and it annoys me. But she doesn’t get mad.”

Steve heavily sighed, pushing his hands into his pockets. “I take my duty…”

“I know you take your duty seriously, Steve.” Bucky cut him off. “I respect it, so does she, but you’ve said you love her. She deserves to be a higher priority to you than a report.”

The disappointment in Bucky’s voice hit Steve harder than anger could have. He flushed, neck going red with shame. “I did. She does.”

“No.” You came in, now dressed in yoga pants and one of Bucky’s sweatshirts. “That’s not what I want.”

Steve turn wide eyes to you, his voice choked. “What?”

“I don’t want to be an obligation, Steve.” You curled yourself up on a corner of the sofa. “I have no doubt you love me. You would lay down your life to save me if you had to, do anything to keep me safe.”

“Of course.” He sat down, reaching for you. His hand faltered and fell to his knee, though.

“I also know that when you’re busy, I don’t even come to mind. When you’re here, if there’s work on your mind, you not really here. Even when you are done with the day, you just go straight to your place.”

“Well, if there’s just a few hours to sleep…” Steve began.

“You’d rather sleep alone than sleep together. I get it.” You nodded.

“It’s not that…”

“Steve,” You felt the tears well up, but you fought to keep your voice level. “When we kept our relationship secret, I expected nothing and was happy with whatever I got. That’s was okay. It’s what we agreed to. When we let people know…” You swallowed hard to keep calm. “Would it be so bad to tell people you’ve got to wrap it up by a certain time because you promised your girlfriend you would take her out?”

“Sweetheart…”

“I almost feel like you figure, hey Bucky’s there to take out, she’s fine.” You couldn’t help the bite of bitterness in your statement. “I love you, Steve. But I’m not okay with this. You need to figure out what you actually want.”

You rubbed your face, seeing the mascara on your hands. “Dammit.” You got up.

“Doll?”Bucky stepped closer for the first time.

“Gonna wash my face.” You left the room, feeling the need to get some space.

“You think that, too?” Steve’s voice was low, thick. He turned pained eyes to his best friend. “You think I’m just letting things go because I know you’re there to cover for me?”

“Naw.” Bucky came around and sat on the sofa where you’d been. “I don’t think you give it that much thought. You may be able to look a situation and figure out eight ways tactically complete a mission, but when it comes to your personal life… you never look past your own nose. Doesn’t matter if means you get your ass beat, or makes your ma worry, or leaves the girls you love hanging.”

“Buck. I don’t mean to…”

“I know, pal.” Bucky put a strong hand on Steve’s shoulder. “But you can’t make promises and break them like that. You can’t.”

“You’re right.” Steve’s head hung.

You stood just inside the bedroom door and listened. You didn’t want to go back in there. You were torn between asking Steve to leave and wanting to curl up between them. You didn’t want to loose either, but you didn’t want to be hurt anymore. More over, you didn’t want to come between them.

“I want her to move to my quarters.” Bucky said quietly. “I sleep better. I feel better, when she’s there.”

“Bucky,” Steve sat up a little straighter. “If you’re going to do that, you need to do right by her.”

“You know she doesn’t want to get married, not now.” Bucky sighed. “We’ve had that discussion. It’s not important, not anymore.” He paused. “Ever think that if maybe we all…”

“I don’t think that would be appropriate.” Steve gave a short shake of his head.

“Appropriate.” Bucky echoed. “After everything? Between all of us? We boil down to what’s appropriate?”

“Bucky.” Steve leaned forward, running his hands through his hair. “That’s not what I mean and you know it. I can’t. I shouldn’t.”

“Captain America shouldn’t. That’s what you mean.” Bucky bit back. Steve just returned his stare. “What do you want, Steve? You want her, us, but only if it’s a secret? Oh, and on your schedule?”

“Not fair.” Steve growled.

“Really? ‘Cause that’s how it feels from here.” Bucky‘s frustration was getting the better of him. “You know what? It’s kinda too bad really, because I’ve thought about how easy it would be to knock down a wall between your place and mine and we could have a place big enough for all of us.” He stood up. “I think you should say good night.”

Steve’s mouth opened. “Buck?”

“Stevie,” Bucky’s face fell. “Please. I love her and she makes my feel whole. You’re my best pal, I love you and I always will. We thought we had something really special going, but it’s only gonna work if we’re honest and committed. You need to be honest with yourself and figure out what you really want.”

“I’m sorry, Buck.” Steve’s brow furrowed painfully. His voice dropped to a tight whisper. “I didn’t mean to hurt anyone.” He turned and went to the door. When he stopped, looking back, he saw you standing in the bedroom doorway. His face crumpled and he quickly left.

You throat tightened up. A choked sob escaped. Bucky turned to see you standing there with tears rolling down your cheeks. He move quickly, gathering you up in his arms and holding you against his chest. You wept. Bucky held you through the tears, even though he shed some of his own.

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resident-of-edgy-evil · 4 years

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Well, this was unexpected - Chapter 1

(Story strays from the primary story line of Resident Evil 2 as a given “what if” scenario but follows the same general base plot of the outbreak in the game.) - “what if you and Leon booked it as fast as you could from the front gate of the police station to the closest looking safe haven- a primary school?”

This is only the first chapter. I wish it had been longer, but I’m on a bit of a time crunch at the moment. I hope you like it and give some feedback. (I’ll probably be making a lot of changes) Thanks!

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You two weren’t entirely sure where you were going or what it was that you were doing. The outbreak spread to every nook and cranny of the city, showing no mercy to any man, woman, or child. The virus didn’t care whose life it took and the terror was all the same for each citizen to bear. There was nowhere in sight to turn. Every corner that you and Leon took was overrun by bloodied corpses lying in wait for their next meal. However, you weren’t willing to become the main course, and you certainly weren’t going to allow your best friend to attend their dinner party either.

“We’re running low on ammo,” he chimed in, breaking you out of your hyper focused state. “We have to find somewhere to stop and recuperate before we get ourselves killed.”

Your panic-hidden countenance never faded as you saw him barely huff, pushing himself to run faster than before. He kept his composure the best he could in a way that would fool anyone else into believing he was unaffected by the cities’ destruction. It was fairly unsurprising that his body could handle this after his training.

But you were no fool, you’ve known Leon since you two were kids, and it would make you a pathetic friend if you hadn’t noticed the slight glint of fear in his eyes that the academy could never prepare him for. You were worried about him even though he was more than capable of taking care of himself. If only there was the guarantee of making it.

“(Y/n), there’s an unoccupied gate over there. If we can make it to the other side then we might be able to catch our breath and search for more weapons.”

You’d be lying if you said that climbing over a gate in a zombie infested area was appealing, but you didn’t have any better ideas. Against your better judgment, you nod to Leon in silent confirmation. You weren’t really in the mood to speak even though communication was important during a time like this. This was a matter of teamwork, not solely protecting him, although it would’ve been preferable. He seemed to understand what you couldn’t. If you work together, you’ll survive together. If you work alone, neither of you are walking out of the city alive. It’s just a personal difficulty to listen to that voice of common sense.

You struggled to lead the way, dodging any lingering hands while paying the most mind to the rookie officer on your tail. It was important that you get him out of the city. Keeping track of Leon was your main priority, your sanity being the second. Very little else made any difference to you. Again, trying to work alone.

Leon sped up, reaching the gate before you. He searched your eyes for any sort of sign of pain or worry. He was dealing with this situation fairly well with only a few occurrences of true fear whenever you’d get snagged by the monsters outside the police station, but he couldn’t detect so much as a single trace of fear.

“When did you become so stoic?” He begins to choke on his own coughs through his breathlessness, unbelieving of your behavior.

You hadn’t really noticed a change in your own persona, but he certainly had. The bond you shared was intimate and your mood shifts often matched his own. He was worried that you were at risk of snapping at any given moment.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” You offered the most genuine half smile you could muster, but you knew that he wouldn’t believe it either.

His own smile didn’t reach his eyes as he decided not to press you any further. You’ve never been in a situation like this before and it was unfair of him to assume how you’d react. You were much stronger than you appeared, more so than he could have ever anticipated.

Shaking his head a bit, he shrugged. It was best to question it once you weren’t completely surrounded.

“Here, I’ll give you a leg up over the gate.” He knelt down and placed his two cupped hands over his knee for you to use as leverage.

Your face twisted as you shot a sour look at Leon. This, you thought, was an awful idea.

The gate wasn’t any higher than 10 feet or so, including the sharp decorative spears protruding from the top, making you hesitant as being impaled would’ve been the last thing that you had imagined being the cause of your death tonight. Imagine making it this far only to have your grave say “almost survived the zombie apocalypse only to fall onto a gate.” The eulogy would be great, but the turnout wouldn’t be so grand.

Shaking your head from the thought, you redirected your thoughts to the task at hand. In between the metal spears was a thin bar that looked sturdy enough to climb. It was only a matter of keeping steady as to not get snagged or trip. Again, potentially embarrass and fatal.

“Leon, I don’t know about this, there has to be another-“ he cut you off by pulling you closer to his crouched form.

“Less talk, we’re wasting time. I can hold my own. Go find some bolt cutters or something, I don’t know. There’s nothing on the other side of the gate as far as I know, you’ll be safe.”

You were apprehensive to leave him on his own, but he was right. He knew how to fight his way out of here if he really wanted to. He could make it out of Raccoon, alone, without help, leaving you behind. The more time you took weighing your options was less time he had to fend off the new wave of zombies that were attracted by the commotion.

“Alright,” He hoisted you over his shoulder, his upper body strength catching you off guard. You didn’t recall him being this strong while growing up. Oh, how the times change...in more ways than you’d wished to count.

With the help of Leon, you make it onto the second tallest bar, praying that your balance didn’t give out. Scaling the gate, you make it to the top bar before bracing yourself for impact, in your best efforts to stray from jarring your joints. Safely making it over, you toss him your “borrowed” beretta through the empty spaces of the gate.

“At least take this, you’ll need it more than I will. I still have my pistol and knife so I’ll still have protection over here if something happens.”

He tilts his head, smiling softly at the gesture. You had been taking extra precautions during this whole ordeal to keep him safe. It wasn’t entirely unlike you to go out on your own and stray from the path, but now you were carrying their combined weight and weren’t focused enough to do something like this. Leon could only pray for you at this point.

“I’ll promise to stay safe if you do, too.”

Neither of you said anything as your eyes met each other’s. Tensions rose before you dipped your head in compliance and sprinted across the yard, rendering your sight of Leon, useless.

You knew that you had to find something quickly. You scanned the small expanse of lawn that had been meticulously cut, finding the whole side mission to be tiresome. It was proving to be a difficult task, y'know, looking for something- anything that could aid you by breaking the chains. It was even harder to will yourself not to back peddle and gaze at the sight of your struggling best friend.

"Christ, you're wasting time." you mumbled to yourself. “If he was here, he’s chide me for my time lack management skills.”

Your heart sped up the moment you began to hear gunsots, leading you to believe that things were getting bad out there if Leon was growing desperate enough to begin using bullets. To the left of what you could only guess was a school, stood a wooden shed out of the corner of your eye, making you hope beyond all hope that there would be something in there that could him through that stupid gate. What you had originally failed to notice while pulling the rusted door handles of the small structure that there was another padlock adorning a green clover shaped insignia around the keyhole. It was the same symbol you had stumbled upon in the police station.

Just your luck.

You pulled harder praying that the hinges of the wooden door would give in if you used all of your might. If only you still had that key...

"God, dammit, I don't having the fucking time for this." You ground your teeth and groaned.

Time was passing quickly and if you didn’t hurry, the monsters on the other side of the gate would kill Leon.

‘I hate this entire damn city.’

A loud crash came from a window on your right. Someone or, more likely, something was inside and you weren't quite ready to find out what it was. Upon closer inspection, the room was seemingly clear of any signs of life... or death, much to your surprise. It looked mainly untouched, though this only confirmed your previous suspicions. Smaller than average chairs lined the walls under a white board that had been nearly scrawled upon. Aside from the general disorganization of toys, which wasn't unusual for a children's class, the room really was untouched by the disaster outside. A brief moment of relief washed over you at the sight of a normal looking public space free of fallen bodies and pools of blood. Momentarily, it tricked you into believing that there wasn't death beyond that front gate.

You weren't going to let Leon or yourself die in this hellish town. That was one thing you were sure of. It felt like you were in a video game. It was almost like you walked in front of a barrel that, logically, you should be able to climb over, but you had no such luck. You were frustrated with the situation, kicking the short grass as a result. If only Leon could climb over that gate.

The feeling only grew the moment you looked through the next window. The sight made your blood run cold. Streaks of blood painted the tiles that had once been white. This had been the longest day of your life, the most physically drained you had ever been and to top it off, your heart clenched at the sight of a class disarray in a public children’s school. The unimaginable had struck this town and you were determined to not let the efforts of those who had helped you this far, go to waste.

“Leon, I’m coming for you.” You whispered as you rested your head on the glass, a single tear escaping your eye. “Just hang in there.”

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chan-yolo · 4 years

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Electric Kiss

Pairing; Incubus!Yixing/ Reader

Genre: Princeau! angst, smut, slow burn, pining?

Word Count: 4585

Warnings: Smut (it’s been so long since i’ve written a smut omg), touchy Yixing? blood, but like a drop. Demons.

A/N:This fic is a part of an EXO collab! So excited to be a part of it, check out the 12 Days of Lust, masterlist for the other amazing fics! not quite sure if i did the Incubus thing right, but i think its okay for a first try haha I hope you like it!

Summary: Professionalism was always something you prided yourself on, being the personal assistant to the Zhang family, you were at the top of your league. Until their son came back from Korea. The Prince was different, and he could sense your reluctance towards him. He thrived off of it. Dreams and nightmares become one and reality becomes disjointed. One kiss was all was needed. Obsession and submission was all you knew. Zhang Yixing was all you knew.

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Professionalism was always something you prided yourself on. You had been the personal assistant to the Zhang’s for a while, the King and Queen never leaving you far behind wherever they went. You seemed cold to other members of staff at the Palace, even the media had picked up on it. Though in your eyes you were only doing your job, and you were doing it better than anybody else. Being content as the King and Queen’s personal assistant, you didn’t see anything changing anytime soon. That was until their son came back from Korea.

You’d never met Yixing before, never knew why he was sent to Korea, you never cared to ask. It wasn’t in your job to know the personal reasons for the young Prince’s departure, nor did the King and Queen make it known. So, there was no need for you to ask.

The Prince coming back was a celebration for everyone. The announcement was made a month before his arrival, though preparation were being made throughout the palace way beforehand. The members of the city were preparing themselves, getting the streets ready for his arrival. Flowers and banners decorated the streets, bringing colour and more life to the Kingdom. You had not met the Prince yourself, you had only seen pictures and paintings of him in the palace. His mother and father speaking of him fondly in conversations with friends and neighbouring Royals. What you didn’t expect was for his arrival to impact your life in a way you didn’t ask for.

The eve before his arrival, the King and Queen asked to speak to you about a change in duties. You had thought it would be just a slight change, maybe more paperwork now that their son was returning. But that was far from what they had in store for you.

“Ah Miss Y/L/N, I’m glad you could make it, five minutes early as usual.” The King looked up at the clock behind him, used to you being exactly five minutes on time for every meeting. Bowing at them both, you gave a polite smile waiting for what was to be said.

“As you know, our son is coming back to us tomorrow, and with that, there will be some slight changes with the priority of our staff.” At this point you were wondering whether you would have to fire someone, not always your most favourite job, but what will be, will be.

“Yixing is quite out of practice with the ways of this kingdom, he’s been gone for so long that we worry that his direction would be out of sorts.” Shuffling some papers, the King nodded to himself at his choice of words. “We need our most trusted staff around him, to settle him back in, so to speak.” Hands behind your back, you nodded along even though you were unaware of the direction.

“Y/n dear, we have placed you as our son’s personal advisor.” The Queen spoke up, yet you could not hide the shock on your face. “We know its sudden, our apologies for the lack of preparation. But there is no one else in this Kingdom we trust with our son other than ourselves.”

“It won’t be long of course, just until he is settled and we can find someone just as good to assist him. You have been a godsend to us, and we couldn’t afford to give you away for too long.” The king smiled at you, the warmth I his tone settling your shock lightly.

After the details were finalised, with a time of 10am as his arrival, you were sent back to your private quarters on the grounds to ready through the documents given to you about your newly assigned job. As you slumped into the plush chair by your desk, you eyed the documents with disdain, wondering why it had to be you. But you were a professional. You could handle this, couldn’t you?

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Yixing was late. It was now 10:30, yet the Kingdom was still abuzz. You on the other hand, were angry. As a believer in being punctual, you didn’t appreciate the lateness, yet this was the Prince, and if he was late then that was the way it would be. Waiting in the foyer of the palace, you checked your watch, hoping that he wouldn’t make his parents and his people wait any longer.

Trumpets and a band from the Kingdom started playing, notifying you of the Prince’s arrival. Brushing down the non-existent lint from your blazer. Poised and ready, you were waiting just behind the King and Queen, eyes locked on the door for the allusive Prince

.As soon as he walked through the door, you could hear the gasps from the female staff behind you, resisting the urge to roll your eyes at the unprofessionalism. Yixing strode towards his parents, dressed in a black suit you thought was quite simple for a Prince, though it certainly did something for the girls behind you.

.Yixing bowed to his parents, greeting them politely. You could sense the happiness of his arrival from the staff surrounding you, most of them familiar with the Prince, having met him before. Though as this was your first time seeing him, you couldn’t help but judge on your first impression. It was only human nature. Respecting that he was widely loved by the people around him, being the only so and heir to the throne, you wanted to think that he was as good as the current King and Queen. But something about him unsettled you, as polite as he was to his Mother and Father, you could tell there was something else about him. something that was unlike anything you’d seen before, the anonymity of that something made the pit of your stomach swirl. As Yixing looked up to meet your wondering eyes, you sensed he knew your thoughts, making the feeling even worse.

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Sitting I the royal conference room, the higher-ranking members of staff were introduced to Yixing, some he knew and some he didn’t. As each member left to continue their duties, you were left to last.

“This is Y/n y/l/n, she has been are personal advisor for a while now, and we trust her wholeheartedly. This is why we have decided she would be the best person for you to have by your side whilst you’re here with us.” The Queen introduced you.

“Welcome back Prince Zhang, I look forward to being of assistance.” You bowed to him, straightening to see a smile on his face.

“I look forward to receiving your assistance.” Yixing raised his eyebrow at you, you bowed again, not quite sure if this was the best decision, though it was asked of you, and you would never deny your King and Queen.

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The first few days of working with the Prince consisted of familiarising him with the Kingdom, which meant a lot of public appearances I nearby establishments, hospitals and schools. Meaning you hadn’t been alone with him, which you were happy for as you still didn’t quite trust his character.

Though today you were to stay with him as he worked through documents and his dealings from his stay in Korea.

His study was a deep blue, velvet lining the walls and the furniture. You felt like you had been in this room for hours, looking at the moon through the window, it must have been at least three hours since you had come to the room. Looking over your own paper work, marking meetings and benefits Yixing was to attend in the coming weeks, you couldn’t help but feel tired, hoping to be dismissed for the night. Though the order never came.

You lost yourself in your own world, trying to get as much done as possible. In your peripheral your saw movement, thinking it was just the Prince picking up another book, you took no notice. Until a hand was placed down on the desk beside you. Your eyes trailed up the arm until you were met face to face with Yixing himself. Frankly too close to comfort for your liking.

“It’s getting late.” He looked down at you, his intense gaze piercing through your own eyes. “surely all these numbers and names get pretty tiring after a while, do you ever take a break?” He moved the papers out of the way, his fingertips tracing your wrist before trailing their way up your bare arm, to the edge of your shirt, teasing your collar.

“Your Highness, this is a bit intimate for our professional relationship.” You turned your head so not to take notice of his ministrations.

“You’re very tense.” His voice was low, almost a whisper.

“Considering the situation your Highness, I’m not surprised. We should really call it a night, we have a brunch with the Mayor at 10.” You moved away from him, stacking your papers together into a folder before shuffling your seat back and making your way to say your goodbyes.

“I’ll call someone to set your room for the night, I shall see you in the morning Prince Zhang.” Your turned around to bow, but before you could, you were pushed into the bookcase beside the door, making you let out a gasp, dropping your folder on the floor.

“Don’t you want to stay for a bit? I’m quite tired yet.” Yixing’s wandering hands made their way back to your collar, sneaking under the fabric to graze your collar bone, before trailing down to take place on your waist.

“I don’t think that my company is needed anymore.” You could feel your legs shaking, never having been in this situation before, especially at work.

“Miss y/l/n, I think my Father may have put you here to tempt me, I think your company would be a lovely late-night treat.” You were speechless. Obviously the Prince had taken your position the wrong way, yet his eyes were holding you there, the feeling in your stomach from the first day coming back.

“The night itself can be very tempting. Don’t you agree?” Yixing moved closer to you, did you consent this? If you nodded then you didn’t remember the action. His lips were just a hair’s breadth away from your own, but you couldn’t move, couldn’t stop looking. Your mind was fighting with your body for control.

Soft. That’s what you thought when his lips pressed against your own. You should’ve been thinking about how wrong this was, yet it was as if you had left your own body. His tongue met your own, deepening the kiss for a fraction of a second before he pulled away from you completely. Setting you free.

“You’re right, it is getting late. Maybe you should go get some sleep.” Yixing had moved back to his desk, his eyes no longer on you, but looking back down to his papers. To say you were beyond confused was an understatement. Had that really happened? Maybe you imagined it all, after all you were tired. Picking up your folder, you hurriedly made your way out of the room trying to get back to your little home as quickly as possible.

As you settled for sleep, you grazed your own lips where you were sure Yixing’s had been only moments ago. But was it real? You’d never fantasized about someone you’d worked for before yet there was no way that could’ve been real, these things didn’t happen to you. Downing some water and some pain killers for the migraine you was sure was coming, you settled into sleep, hoping for some solace in your dreams.

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Sleep didn’t come peacefully. Your dreams were senseless and dark, your dream self taking you to dark rooms you’d never seen before. Until you stumbled into one room, one that was eerily familiar to you. The smell of books and a candle burning filled your senses. The blue velvet confirming that this was indeed Yixing’s study.

“Hello?” You called out, not expecting an answer.

“I didn’t think you would be here to see me so soon Y/N.” Yixing emerged from behind you, two drinks in hand. “Take a seat.” Instantly you sat down on a sofa, you were pretty sure you had never seen before.

“I’m a little surprised that you’re here tonight, I thought you would hold off for a couple of nights, you’re quite stubborn you know?. Yet here you are.” Yixing sat beside you, sipping his whisky, intense eyes on you once again.

“Your Highness, I don’t quite understand.”

“No need to be so formal with me angel, call me Yixing.” His smirk was daring, you’d neve called him by his first name, was never allowed to, it was too personal. Yet here he was tempting it.

“Why so shy?” Placing his whisky down, his thigh met your own bare one, to your surprise. Squeezing at your flesh, his fingertips, oh so familiar to you, started trailing again. “No need to be so tense now darling, it’s just us two here, us and the demons in your closet.” He teased, fingers pushing up your skirt.

“Prince Zhang, this isn’t right.” Your eyes watched his hand.

“What did I say about formalities?” His face was once again close to your own, his lips grazing your own as he leant into you. “Say it, say my name, it’s all I need.” Closing your eyes, you could feel him, his fingers digging into your thigh, his nose brushing yours as his soft lips teased your own.

“Yixing.” One whisper was all it took and he was on you, his lips no longer soft but demanding, he took your breath away. Needy and possessive, his tongue searched for your own, yet this time he didn’t pull away. Deeper and deeper, you got lost in him, as if you were giving apart of yourself to him. Yixing bit down on your bottom lip, eliciting a moan from you. Hissing you could feel the cut there, stinging as he licked at the small trickle of blood.

“You taste amazing.” Squeezing your thigh once again, he kissed you one last time before whispering in your ear. “I’ll see you next time.”

With that, your body shot up in bed. Gasping for breath, you coughed. Feeling as if someone had dunked you in water. Your lip was throbbing, making you rush to your bathroom. Lo and behold there was a cut, right where your dream self had experienced the bite.

“What the fuck…” needless to say, sleep didn’t meet you again that night. As you watched the sunrise, you wondered what had happened to you, what had possessed you last night?

***

You had been sitting in the palace kitchens for a while. Sipping your forth cup of coffee, you waited for the announcement that the Prince was ready to be collected. Though, to your surprise, he walked straight into the kitchen himself, pouring a cup of coffee and sitting across from you at the counter?

“Late night miss Y/l/n/?” Again with that eyebrow raise.

“No your Highness, just an early morning.” You bowed your head at him.

“Didn’t I tell you to call me Yixing?” You snapped your head up at him, incredulous to his statement. “Now, we have a brunch to get to yes?”

Throughout the day you couldn’t keep your eyes off of him. you still had an uneasy feeling about him, yet there was something more about him, you needed to find out what it was, and why it made you want to give more than was necessary to him. you had been quiet, not at all like yourself. This made you receive more than one questioning glance from your colleagues.

The ride back to the palace was stone cold silence, the partition in the car separating you from the driver, Yixing stared down at his phone, ignoring your presence.

“Your Highness, I think we should discuss what happened yesterday.” Your voice was meek, unsure whether addressing the issue was right.

“And what would that be?” He continued to type on his phone.

“Please excuse me for speaking out of turn your Highness, but I don’t think that kiss yesterday was very appropriate of you, and I would like for it to not happen again.“ Turning to him, you were hoping for his attention, an apology maybe. Yet what you got was not what you were expecting.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about Y/n. there was no kiss yesterday. Maybe it was a dream or the amount of caffeine you have consumed today.” Finally turning to you, his eye grazed your slightly dishevelled form. “Maybe you should go home once we get back Angel, have an early night.”

“You have a dinner with your family…” Your mouth was dry, mind reeling from the pet name he had just spoken. The name fresh in you mind from your dream.

“Will you be dressing me, or undressing me miss Y/l/n?” You nearly choked on your gasp, confused and speechless by this man’s words. Sensing you were not going to answer, Yixing carried on.

“No? well such a pity, you’re dismissed for the evening. Please rest up, we have some busy days ahead of us.” Upon Yixing’s request, you were dropped off at your quarters, left with a goodnight before the drove off. Out of sorts, you stumbled to open the door. Once in, you dropped your stuff by the door, moving to make some ramen and pour a glass of wine. Sighing you massaged your temple, confused and clutching to determine what was real and what was fake. Sipping your wine you slumped against your counter.

“Maybe I do need an early night.” You spoke to the air. Inhaling your ramen, you readied your things for the morning before downing the rest of your wine and heading to bed. Sleep came to you quicker than the night before, praying you would not be disturbed until your alarm in the morning. For a few hours that was the case, but we don’t get everything we want, do we?

***

Your dream started out pleasant, just a boring dream, with no meaning. Until your dream self found herself in your house. Looking into the kitchen an empty wine glass was left on the side. You were sure you cleaned that up. Trailing into your room, the smell of smoke met your nose, as if someone had just blown out a candle. Turning on your lamp, you were shocked to once again find Yixing, back against your headboard, wine glass in hand.

“You know, you really shouldn’t drink on a school night.” He took another sip of the bitter substance, before placing it on your bead side table.

“I’m a grown woman, one drink doesn’t hurt Yixing.” You were surprised at your tone, but this was dream right? formalities weren’t needed.

“You sure are, aren’t you?” It wasn’t a question, but a statement. “Come here.” Without any sense of hesitation, you walked towards him, meeting him at the side of your bed. “Sit.” You kneeled on the bed beside him, awaiting his next order. As if dissatisfied with your position, he moved you himself, directly into his lap. “That’s better right?” Nodding, you didn’t dare to speak, unsure where this was going, but not feeling the need to stop. Reaching over, Yixing picked up the wine glass, holding it to your lips.

“Drink.” Again you obeyed. Eyes not disconnecting from his as he watched you finish the glass. “Good girl,” Placing the glass back, Yixing pushed your hair away from your face.

“I’m going to need you to continue to be good for me, can you do that? Will you do what I want?” Nodding you agreed, still not speaking.

“I’m going to need you to use your words, you need to tell me you will do it.?

“Yes Yixing, I will do anything you want.” Smiling, he caressed your cheek, leaving a kiss on your lips. “Good girl.” Flipping the too of you over, he settled you into the bed. His fingers once again met your bare thigh, trailing higher and faster from the night before until they settled under your underwear, moving through the slickness behind them.

“This is what you wanted right/ this is what you need to make the tension go away?” His fingers never stopped teasing, dipping in and out of your hole to tempt you. “Tell me you need it.” Closing your eyes you nodded.

“Yes, please. I need it Yixing.” That was all he needed to slowly start working you open, stretching you on his fingers.

“I can feel your desire every day. Why do you push it down? Why do you never let yourself go? Were you just here waiting for me to take it? So easy.” You didn’t pay attention to his words, only to the feel of his finger inside you. Moving his mouth to your, his breath was hot, his body hard against your own.

“Tell me, you were here waiting for me to take you, weren’t you?” You agreed breathlessly, Yixing’s mouth once again hot and hard on yours. With every kiss he stole, it felt as if your soul was going along with it.

Ripping your skirt apart, Yixing spread your legs, looking down at his fingers moving in and out with you at a fast pace.

“I hope you’re ready for a long night, because there will be no going back after this angel.” Unbuckling his belt with one hand, Yixing pulled his jeans off, rubbing over his bulge. “You’re mine now.”

***

The next morning you awoke in a cold sweat, kicking your sheets off, you frantically looked around you, a knocking could be heard from your front door. Pulling on jumper you opened the door to see an assistant there with a letter in her hand.

“Hello Y/n, I came here to tell you, you are not needed at the palace for a couple of days. The Prince has taken leave into the neighbouring Kingdom with the King.”

“Without me?”

“This particular trip is just for the King and his son, so you finally get a break. Here are the change of schedules for the Prince.” Thanking them you made your way into the kitchen, boiling the kettle for some tea.

Reading the letters, you saw that the Prince would be going back to Korea sooner than planned. Next week to be precise. You weren’t sure why, but you were sad and deflated at the fact. You knew it was unprofessional of you and that the dreams were accountable, but a sense of panic washed over you at his looming departure.

Running your hands through your hair, you decided to call your best friend, maybe she would help you make heads or tails of the situation.

“Hey, Jade?”

“What’s up workaholic? I haven’t heard from you in so long!” Her light-hearted tone made your tension dissipate slightly, she always helped you that way.

“Something happened with work and I need you to talk me out of my head.” You chuckled, sipping your tea.

“Okay, shoot, wait are you allowed to talk about this?”

“Well it’s not work directly, just something with me. I think.” Her pause signalled for you to carry on. “Well, recently I’ve been having these dreams, sex dreams…”

“We all have those, you shouldn’t be worried b.”

“I know, I know, but this is about my boss.”

“EW! The King?” Your friend asked in disgust.

“No, no you buffoon! Gross. His son.” You chewed your lip, laughing at her reaction.

“Ohhh. I’m not surprised. He’s so hot.”

“That’s so unlike me though, and its as if he knows I’m having these dreams. Like he called me angel in my dream, then the next day called me the same thing.”

“Maybe he’s a sex demon.” You friend joked with you on the other end.

“A what now?” Your brow creased.

“A sex demon, like an Incubus.”

“I thought they were female/” You questioned.

“Nah that’s a succubus. Incubus is their male counterpart.”

“You gotta be kidding me.” You laughed at her.

“hey! I’m trying to help, you’re the one who’s sexually deprived!” After another hour on the phone, you decided you were overreacting and a nap was needed. Though you couldn’t help looking up Incubus, laughing at your friend’s suggestion. The nap was dreamless, as if you were on standby. When you woke up you couldn’t help but feel angry, sad and needy for Yixing’s touch even if it was in a dream world. All you knew was this wasn’t normal.

***

The few days Yixing was gone, your dreams never ceased to be filled with the man. Though everyday you needed more, being far from him seemed to leave you exhausted and you couldn’t take it anymore. You were going insane.

10am, knocking could be heard again. Lethargically you moved to the door, thinking it was another letter. What you didn’t expect was Yixing, a day early.

“Come with me.”

“Sorry, what?”

“You need to come with me, put your shoes on.” Pulling some trainers on , you flowed Yixing to the Palace, he was emotionless, and you wondered what had happened. You wanted to touch him, ask him what he needed. But you couldn’t. Not in this setting.

You followed Yixing all the way to The King and Queen’s study, where they both sat behind their desk.

“Here they are. Sorry to pull you away from you break, but we have some things to settle. Yixing here, as you have been informed, will be going back to Korea, and he seems to think you would want to continue your position and go with him. we told him you value your job here, but he is persistent.” The King was light-hearted, yet you were shocked with Yixing’s want to take you with him. Looking over at the Prince, his gaze was on you again, waiting for your confirmation.

“Yes. I will go with you. Whatever you need your Highness.” You bowed at the Prince before looking to the shocked faces in front of you.

“I guess it’s settled. You shall stay with our son, we will get your things packed and sent over.” You nodded to the King, following the Prince out of the room. Just like the first time, you were pushed against the wall. Yixing didn’t care for any wandering eyes that could be around, and quite frankly you were just happy he was touching you.

“I told you, you’re mine. There’s no going back angel. Anything I need you will do and now there will be no leaving me. Not until I’m done with you.”

All you could do was agree as you let him kiss you. You would agree until he no longer asked of you. Professionalism out the window, Yixing was now the man you served. Obsession easily overcame you, and you would give every bit of your life to this man if he would ask. And he planned on taking it bit by bit.

What you didn’t notice was that the demon I your closet was now the man that held you in his arms. And you had just given your life to him.

You would never be coming back to the Kingdom. The King and Queen knew that. Yixing knew that. And maybe you knew that too. Zhang Yixing was all that mattered and you vowed to serve him until your very last breath.

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Professor!AU Johnny

shout out to the person who asked me to continue this on kofi! tw: mentions of heartbreak, general angst but it’s still a warmau au so you know it’ll end up ok

“just forget me like im trying to forget you!”

the first thing people realize about their new professor is that he’s tall

and that for such a handsome, young looking guy

he dresses like a grandpa

we’re talking knitted sweater vests and corduroy pants

wood brimmed glasses and shiny oxfords

but none of that matters, because by the end of the first class most people know that it’s going to be a fun semester

because professor suh ,,,,,,,,,,,, is a goofball

prof. suh teaches introduction to film studies, it’s a core class that all film majors have to take

and if anyone is passionate about films ,,,, well you haven’t met johnny

he especially likes to rave about likes of brian de palma, john carpenter and william friedkin

the 70s horror wave is kinda his jam,,,,,,

also love documentaries and if you were to pluck his headphones (never in his life will he spend money on airpods) off his head you’d probably hear a fleetwood mac album resounding through them

even though,,,,,,this guy is barely even thirty,,,,,,

but anyway back to the fact:

johnny is the funniest and cornball-est professor there is

in the sweetest kind of way

he’ll go out of his way to organize movie viewings on the quad

ask students to come up to the front of the class and act out a favorite scene of their’s

even bring in his black lab puppy to class and be like

“if you handed in your essay on time - you can give jordan a pet”

totally got called in with the dean to discuss smuggling animals onto campus and johnny was just like hey,,,,,it worked. no one submitted their essay in late

you can tell he really loves teaching and he really loves film, he just gets so animated when he talks

pointing at his slideshows, rocking excitedly back and forth on his heels when a student gives a deep and insightful comment on a directors work

the absolute look of pride on his face when students present their final projects

and he can tell they enjoyed their time working on it

got featured in the university newspaper because he wore one of those newsboy caps

and the caption was: film department fashionista professor ~

johnny got a good laugh out of it

but drama professor ten INSISTED the newspaper do a cover on him too

because johnny? fashion? no,,,,,,,if you wanted fashion, looks, serves then you had to come to him

ten’s assistant professor hendery: all you do is wear black

ten: shuttup i have a masters degree

johnny is friends with all the other professors, no matter the department or the area of interest

he’s on great terms with the engineering departments heartthrob taeyong, the studious physics department head kun, and even the coach for the uni football team jaehyun

he’s basically irresistible - he’s a positivity magnet

and everyone wants to befriend him

or date him

(several times he’s had to politely refuse advances from students and faculty alike - though the one time a love letter found its way onto his desk he really just,,,,couldn’t find it in his heart to throw it out)

basically the entire campus has a crush, platonic or not

and everyone just cannot fathom how professor suh is single

“he is suuuuuuch a catch”

you overhear, while pouring yourself some coffee and trying to remember if you sent out the right links for the homework yesterday

“i know, i heard he’s finally interested in dating again.”

“he wasn’t before?”

one of the teachers shrugs

“he just keep rejecting everyone - but there was a rumor of him going around with someone last week-”

you don’t really care for the rest of the conversation

because you know it’s blatantly untrue

you were the person who had been with johnny last week

all you’d done is meet up to discuss a possible group project between your students

nothing more, nothing less

you’d only recently gotten a job at the university teaching in the history department

and johnny had been kind to you since day one

talking to you on campus when you’d bumped into each other, giving you a little rundown of where to find what and who professors could go to in case of emergencies

he’d been bright and welcoming and just like anyone else

you liked him, not in a romantic way or anything - you just could tell he was a good person right off the bat

after a couple of days you’d run into him after a mandatory meeting for professors

and you had brought up the fact that you were going to be doing a class on the 70s and johnny had excitedly offered that your class join his for a viewing of the ‘79 film version of ‘mad max’

you’d talked about it over coffee at the campus cafeteria, and to your surprise it had gotten blown out of the water

several people, including students, had asked you about it

‘are you into him?’

‘you know faculty aren’t allowed to date right?’

‘didn’t you just get here - you should probably slow down...’

more than anything, you were surprised at how everyone thought they had the right to pry into his business

and it had made you wonder��

maybe johnny is too nice for his own good

but either way - you didn’t want to get stuck in any of this drama

keeping this job was your priority, falling in love? you hadn’t thought about it since college

the work day dwindles down, you teach your last class and barely have a chance to let them know about their projects as they all rush out of the door when the period ends

you take a little time putting your things together when you hear the door open

thinking it’s a student, you get ready to see if they have any questions

but instead you see johnny in the doorway

a beige cardigan thrown over his button up shirt and dad fitting jeans

“ah! looks like my students were right - this is your classroom.”

you give a little smile, but ask why he’s ultimately here

johnny doesn’t answer for a second, he looks like he’s collecting himself

“i just wanted to make sure you’re ok, there have been some rumors floating around and -”

you’re reminded of the dozen or so comments you’ve gotten and the whispering of the other professors and ta’s in the lounge this morning

“oh, i’m ok. i keep telling everyone they’ve taken it the wrong way.”

johnny’s smile softens

“im sorry to cause you so much trouble when this is your first semester teaching here.”

you put a hand up and shake your head, not noticing the way johnny ‘s eyes dull just a bit

“don’t worry. everyone will know it was simply school stuff when we have the shared class.”

he agrees with a small nod and you think that’s the end of it

when suddenly he walks over and helps collect some of the heavy books on your desk

“let me carry these.”

“oh you don-”

“please?”

his smile curls up at the corners, the gentle plead leaves you incapable of saying no

and so you watch him gather up the books in his arms and you walk out behind him

yeah, i think he is too kind for his own good.

you and johnny plan to merge your classes on thursday

instead of meeting up, you simply email each other about the arrangements

and everyone seems to forget about the momentary rumor that you and him are anything more than co-workers

but still, even through emails, johnny is charming and sweet

you start to question it too

hovering over his profile picture on the email, the empty ring finger and the way you hear stories everyday about confessions turned down by the film professor

thursday finally rolls around and all the students are beyond happy to be watching a movie rather than doing classwork

johnny cracks jokes about the film while you set up the projector, you get a little jealous seeing how engaging your students are with him

when sometimes you can’t even get them to say a word

he’s a great person and a great teacher, it’s like he was made for this profession

you muse, before catching yourself mid thought, embarrassed to be thinking about johnny when you’re in the middle of a class

when everything is good to go, johnny gives you a thumbs up and all the student inch forward in their seats as the opening scene plays

you and johnny move toward the back of the room

where he leans up against the wall and you switch the lights off before catching his side profile in the corner of your eye

he’s handsome, it’s undeniable

but looks are only surface deep, so you wonder if someone so beautiful could also be so kind and caring

johnny turns and you want to pretend you weren’t looking, but it’s too late

the sides of his lips curl up into a smile and he tilts his head, black hair parted perfectly around the frame of his handsome face

“have you seen this movie before?”

he asks in a low voice

“n-no”

“ah, well if you look at the setting the director makes sure to-”

the buzzing of his phone stops him and he excuses him from the room

you think it must be a call from a friend, maybe an appointment reminder

but when johnny doesn’t come back for almost an hour - you start to worry

half of the class is trying to pretend they’re not on their phones while the other half is engrossed in the film

so you make a quick decision to leave the room for a second and find where he’s gone off too

“no, i don’t want to see you again.”

the voice makes you stop in your tracks

that,,,,,,,,sounds like johnny,,,,,,but,,,,,,,harsher?

“i don’t think you understand what you did to me. do you think i can forgive you? do you really think -”

he’s talking faster, but the pitch is higher

“stop, i don’t want to hear it. you chose him, you chose him when you slept with him in our bed!”

you freeze, feeling your blood go cold

this isn’t a conversation i should be hearing ,,,,,

you swallow and want to start backing away, but for some reason your feet are planted

refusing to let you leave

“no, no - just forget me like im trying to forget you!”

at just the right moment, your senses kick in and you manage to turn yourself around and back toward the classroom door

when you step inside, you get spared some glances but the action scene on the screen awards you a clean entrance

you go back to your spot, arms crossed over your chest

was he talking to his ex? it sounded like it,,,,,,but his voice,,,,,

he sounded so broken

johnny doesn’t come back for another couple of minutes

when he does, he enters the room and gives a little smile to students who giggle his way

he sees you and the smile widens

but you can’t smile back

his voice, the pain you felt in every syllable - they make this happy johnny in front of you feel fake

thankfully the ending credits save you from having to make awkward conversation

you and johnny move toward the front of the room and as you shut down the projector you hear him talking with the students

the same pep, cheer, and happiness that’s always there

seems duller

or maybe it’s only you who hears the small change

the rest of the students are reacting and chatting with him as they normally would

and when johnny turns and asks if you want to say anything

you let your students know about their projects, a wave of groans passing through the sea of bodies

you and johnny let the class out a little early, you sort of panic because you think being alone with him will somehow be weird

so you make up an excuse about having coffee with professor ten

you dash through the door, leaving a confused johnny behind and make way for cover in your office

im an adult, why am i acting like some kid who just almost got caught with a secret?!

you reprimand yourself, but still you don’t feel like it would have been a great idea to stay around and chat

like what would you say to him? especially after hearing him ,,,,,, like that

you take cover in your office, closing the door and setting yourself behind your desk

you distract yourself grading some in-class work when your phone lights up with a notification

you think it’s a faculty email so you open it up without another thought

when you see johnny’s names

‘thanks for letting me show the movie to your class! i hope everything is ok, you seemed a little distressed. did professor ten do something to you - let me know~’

the signature on the email is the same one all teachers use in their school emails

you want to answer because you feel bad knowing he’s worried

but at the same time you feel awkward now

am i the only one who knows about his ex? no one has ever brought it up before.......

you pick up your phone and hit reply, but instead of typing anything you just stare at it

whatever, it’s not my business. let’s just forget what i heard and move on.

you lock the screen and go back to grading

the time passes and a couple of days later you find yourself so busy with your classes projects that nothing else manages to cross your mind

you’re rushing down campus with a couple of large display boards when you almost crash head first into someone

“oh sorry - i can’t see over these-”

“here, let me help.”

johnny’s voice reaches you first and then you feel the boards being lifted from your hands

with his tall stature, they look smaller than before

he pouts when you make eye contact and goes

“you never answered my email! are you ok?”

it takes you a second to remember what he’s talking about, but when you do you just make up another excuse

“oh i sent it, maybe it didn’t go through?”

“maybe, you know all the students use up the school wifi.”

you laugh with him and for that split moment it feels like everything is normal

you’re just two coworkers, two friends

but then

“no, no - just forget me like im trying to forget you!”

the words close in on and you abruptly feel the calmness of your situation turn into dread

“i can carry those-”

you start, trying to get away from johnny again, but he simply refuses to let them go

“what room are you in, let me help you.”

you want to insist that you can do it yourself, but panicking you just blurt the number out

you both start your way toward the building and johnny makes casual conversation

but the words you’d overheard nearly overshadow everything he says

why do i care so much? why is it bothering me?

you groan and johnny suddenly asks what’s wrong

you can’t take the feeling and you grab the board back

“sorry - just forgot i need um markers, i have to go!”

your excuse is utter bullshit, you’re sure johnny doesn’t believe you

but you don’t like the sinking feeling you get around him and so you disappear again and johnny almost calls out

but even if he did, you wouldn’t hear him over the pained memory of that phone call

at some point you start avoiding him

or at least avoid any contact with him

you don’t want to seem rude, so you just go out of your way to be in any place that he’s not

so he can’t ask you about it and so you don’t have to be faced with knowing that the happy character he plays

isn’t all that happy

you think that’s what bothers you most - the fact that everyone else sees him as this

positive light, cutely dressed in sweaters over button downs and oxfords

adjusting the glasses on his nose as he flips through a script submitted in one of his classes

but now you just see the pain - the cracking voice - just the visualization of johnny walking into a room

and being faced with something so heartbreakingly cruel that to this day he’s shunned away affection

no wonder he rejects just about anyone - maybe he just can’t trust someone like that again?

“excuse me, can you tell me where the film department is?”

you startle, looking up to see an unfamiliar face

the individual smiles, apologizing politely for scaring you before explaining that they need to see one of the film professors

you have a couple of minutes to spare and even though you don’t want to go to that building

because of the off chance of bumping into professor suh

you still feel like you can’t just give this person vague directions

so you take the chance and tell them you’ll walk them over

they don’t say much, so you assume they’re either a transfer student or maybe a visiting professor

you swipe your id card to get through the entrance of the building and hold the door open for them to step through behind you

they’re rather plain, you’re not struck by anything about them - just that they’re neat and very mannered

so you don’t expect that once you get off the elevator and lead them into the professor’s lounge

that their demeanor to change as drastically as it does

because the moment they set eyes on johnny

who you didn’t even notice in the corner

they lose their posed attitude and run at him with open arms

your confusion is apparent, is this his relative? they don’t look at all like him-

but then it dawns on you

because johnny’s eyes turn cold and his lips thin out into a straight line

“what are you doing here?”

he asks and the tone of voice sets a tension in the room that’s nearly suffocating

“john - don’t be like this! you were so mean on the phone and i thought in person you’d be -”

“you need to leave.”

he’s merciless, motioning to the door with his head

and catching a glimpse of you, frozen in the corner with shock

the pit of your stomach churns

is that,,,,,,,,,,are they,,,,,,,,,,,,,,his ex?

“oh c’mon, you won’t even talk to me now? after everything we’ve been through? johnny love you know-”

even though his anger is nearly blazing off of him like an open flame

johnny touches them gently - his hands barely grazing their upper-arm as he starts to walk them over to the door

you want to escape, that or just plain disappear

but you can’t move a muscle

johnny is nearly two feet away when his ex jerks themselves away

“john - listen to me! you can’t just leave me like this! look - look at this - it’s the ring you got me, we’re still engaged! you can’t just -”

johnny seems to snap, the kindness and the happiness he exudes almost daily is no where to be found

he turns, broad shouldered and standing tall

if you had never known any other side of him you would have found yourself frightened

“that ring means one thing, it means you’re a cheater. im sick and fucking tired of you thinking i will ever take you back - get out of my life for good.”

the cursing sounds unnatural in your ears, everything about this johnny is off

he’s harsh and sharp and his energy is just pitch black

but at the same time you can’t blame him

this person has some kind of chip on their shoulder about hurting him and thinking they’ll get off scottfree

it even stirs up an anger in you as well

johnny turns and with one glance you can tell that the rough, pissed off expression on his face is going to turn into devastation

you don’t want him to breakdown in front of this person so you decide to do something you know you’ll probably come to regret

you intervene, stepping in front of johnny and giving him the fakest smile you can

“oh professor suh did you remember we have papers to grade together, come with me!”

you reach out and touch his wrist, his skin is hot and you tug him out of the room

his ex makes a move toward the door, but you nudge johnny forward and then take the chance to slam the door shut in their face

the sound echoing through the halls and earning you questionable looks on all sides

but you don’t care

you know johnny needs to go somewhere and be alone and you find that place in the fire escape staircase

dingy and old, but free of students and pesky exes

when you find yourself in the small, dark area you realize you should excuse yourself

and let him maul over the many emotions he must be feeling right now

but when you turn to go, you hear his deep voice softly ask you to stay

he sits down on the steps, large hands cradling his head

“why can’t they leave me alone?”

“im sorry, i don’t know why.”

you say the only thing you can say even though it makes you feel terrible

johnny shakes his head, his dark hair falling over his eyes and making it hard to read the expression on his face

although it’s not hard to assume that it’s pained

“you know, i was going to marry that person. i was going to walk down the aisle with someone who - who -”

johnny loses his words

“who would betray you?”

you finish and he looks up, his eyes ringed red and bristling with haziness

“yes.”

he chokes back a sound

“someone who doesn’t really love me.”

he shrinks, large shoulders closing in on themselves

you want to comfort him, but you’re not sure

after all it isn’t as if you and him are particularly close

so you give a small bow as you mutter that you’ll leave him be for now, that he needs his space and you don’t want to invade it

but before you can turn around, johnny rises up off the steps and stops you

for a moment he’s just got a hand on your wrist, holding you in place - maybe he just needs someone to hear him out

maybe he wants to thank you for getting rid of the person who hurt him so bad

but something twists in the pit of your stomach as he tugs you toward him

and you feel weightless, falling into his arms easily and fitting into the plane of his chest perfectly

“im sorry”

he apologizes, deep voice cracking

“im sorry - i just want to hold -”

you give a weak nod, knowing you should be the bigger person and step away from this

he’s vulnerable, you’re the only one around, there isn’t any other reason for his actions

but a little voice in your head prods it says

maybe johnny actually trusts you! maybe you’ve made him feel like being open with someone is possible again!

but you refuse to fall into that trap

johnny is handsome, kind, and didn’t deserve to be cheated on and scarred

and so it’s impossible that he’d ever find healing in you

“can you close your eyes for a second?”

you freeze at the request - wanting to ask why, but somehow all you end up doing is letting your lashes flutter closed

“im sorry, im so sorr-”

johnny doesn’t even finish his sentence, he presses his lips to yours and you let out a sound of confusion

that he interprets as protest so he pulls away just as fast as he started and tries to stumble over another apology

when you just reach out with your hands and pull him back into you

i don’t care if im just a coping mechanism for him right now, just feeling his lips on mine for that moment - it’s obvious he’s missed affection. he needs this. im just being a good person.

no matter how you reason in your mind, your thoughts melt away when johnny’s hands wrap around your waist and his large body nearly envelops you whole

one hand finds the hem of your shirt - but hesitates and stays on your hip as you tilt your head and johnny groans when your teeth pull at his lip

he’s burning up, his skin gets hotter and hotter as the kiss gets deeper and deeper

and you feel your back against the wall - johnny placing his hands on the surface beside your head as he keeps himself from doing anything you might not want him to

but you’re at a point where you’re willing to take his own hand in yours and move it back onto your body

because johnny suh deserves to be loved and he deserves to have someone that’ll give themselves to him and only him

and in this moment it’s you - and you want him to know that

“did you hear about the physics quiz for professor qian?”

two voices from below shatter the bubble around you and johnny

disconnecting from each other - you take in a breath and react faster than he can

you open the door to the stairs, scurrying out

just in time for it to shut behind you as two students round the top stair and find professor suh alone

staring at the door

they giggle, greeting him and he just nods, speechless and touching the curve of his lips

“what the hell did i just do?”

you say to yourself, trying to fix your hair as you pass through the campus and back to the parking lot

you thankfully don’t have any classes to teach today so you just book it home and ignore the notifications that litter the screen of your phone

you feel like you’re in high school again - being a giant child about this sticky situation

but you just don’t know what to do now

why did you let yourselves get carried away like that? you work together for gods sake you’re going to have to see each other TOMORROW

you groan into your pillow

you try to carefully deleting notifications from your work email that have johnny’s name in them

and only feeling worse when they pop up again

you accidentally press on one and it opens

it’s the same profile photo on the email icon, smiling, happy johnny

the same .edu email

everything is the same but the message

‘please don’t hate me’

you take in a breath, tap reply

‘i don’t, but - what did that all mean?’

‘this isn’t something we should talk about over......’

‘yeah, let’s do it in person.’

you gather up a bit of your courage and tell yourself it’s ok. mistakes happen, the air will clear up when you face each other

your students don’t notice that you’re jittery

when you drop the pen you’re holding, they just keep typing away on their laptops

and for the first time as a professor, you’re happy to have no one paying attention to you

when the bell rings and you start walking toward the campus cafe where you’ll be meeting johnny

you feel a mixture of butterflies and sickening poison invade the inside of your stomach

he’s already there, sipping a coffee, wearing a ridiculously long sleeved cardigan and rounded glasses

a student greets him and he gives her the smile you’re so used to seeing

that the image of him curled up with tears on the brink of his eyes just doesn’t seem real anymore

but you saw it. you know you did.

you approach slowly and johnny seems to hesitate between getting up and staying in his seat

“do you want me to get you a coffee?”

he propositions, but you shake your head

“johnny - i mean, professor suh - i hope you know you don’t owe me anything.”

he had been drumming his fingers on his thigh, but he stops

“you don’t owe me any explanations about ,,,,,,,,,,,, that person or about the situation or about,,,,,,,,,,,, why what happened - happened. i just want us to be good colleagues,,,”

your voice trails off when the smile on his face isn’t showing up

it’s just a blank - long stare

“professor suh,,,,,,?”

“did you think i did what i did just because i feel lonely?”

you sit back and look around

“i-”

“you’ve got it wrong.”

he slips out of the chair and you think he’s about to just leave - but he’s thinking what you’re thinking

which is that you can’t talk about making out with each other when there are about one hundred students within earshot range

so you end up again in the stairwell, not the same one - but it’s the only private place on campus

and the second you’re alone, johnny chucks the cup over his shoulder and wraps his arms around you

your body is pressed, perfectly again, into the shape of his chest

“you’re not a rebound, or a coping mechanism, or any of those things.”

he mumbles, deep voice against the skin of your ear

“you’re the first person ive had an interest in in a long time - i just chose the wrong time to act on it.”

you think you’re making the words up in your head, but they’re really coming out of johnny’s mouth

“i know you said you want to be good colleagues, and i want that too. but outside of work i want-”

you shift a little, arms coming up to embrace him back

really you’re not even thinking about it - your body just feels safe and comfortable

and it speaks for you as he pulls back

to look at you with those almost amber like eyes

“i want something more - if you’re ok with it?”

you nod, lips parting a little as he leans in to kiss you again

there isn’t the same desperate, driven by pain feeling as there was yesterday

but it’s still loving and passionate

“but prof - johnny,,,”

you start against the skin of his cheek

and he slows down a little to hear you out

“if i see your ex on campus again, i wont be nice about it now.”

he chuckles

“don’t worry, you have my permission to do your worst.”

you both laugh over it - before kissing again and again and again

until his phone goes off and he picks it up and the head of the film department is frantically asking if he meant to be late to his class or if he got into another accident on his bike

“you bike to work?”

“yes - and ill be picking you up on my bike on our first date.”

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