#my mother whisked me away to her boyfriends house

[redheadspark]

Hello! Can I request #1 and #3 with Barry Keoghan? ❤️

AN - Thanks for the request, anon!

Thanks To You

Summary - Barry brings you peace when your world is rocked

Warnings - Angst with barely any fluff

“You wanna talk about it?”

“Not really,”

Barry’s fingers that were in your hair paused, hearing the tension in your voice as you were watching the window outside, seeing the snow falling gracefully from the sky and cars driving along the street.  The world was still rolling by, though it felt like a standstill in your little apartment while the soft sounds of the fireplace were heard in front of you both.  Curled up on the couch, head in Barry’s lap as he was giving you both the intimacy of being close to you and space to let you talk about how heavy your heart was. 

The heaviness of your mother kicking you out of her home.

The last few years living with her was hard for you, her hardened heart was always on her sleeve and she was never shy in showing it to those who would defy her.  Ever since your parents divorced and your father found love with a new wife, your mother did the divorce rather hard and became bitter because of it.  You were merely living with her to both save up some money to move out on your own and to get some money in your savings.  Plus it was easier for you since your work was right down the street from your mother's house, but it was also a literal hell.  

The only ray of light that was in this whole mess was your boyfriend Barry.

You made sure Barry and your mother were never left alone in the room.  She briefly met him when he came to pick you up for a date, already analyzing him since he was an up-and-coming actor.  You knew she was judging him, even when he introduced himself to her and he was beyond courteous and polite.  It made you feel embarrassed, apologizing to him when he drove you off to the dinner.  Barry wasn’t worried about it, winking at you, and then laced your hands together to show you that he was okay with it.

“I don’t care what she says about me,” Barry reassured you when you slept over at his apartment one night, “I’ll use my Barry charm on her to win her over in due time,”

“It might be impossible with her,” You said with a groan as he chuckled, “It’ll be an uphill battle when it comes to my mom,”

“Challenge accepted then,” Barry said in a cocky manner, though you poked his side and he laughed.  You loved that Barry would make things light for you when he knew you were stressed out with your mom.  He whisked you away on weekend trips or mini-vacations that he would take thanks to a recent movie gig he landed.  Those little mom tens, pockets of joy even, made your heart grow for him.  

The last thing you expected though, right before Christmas of course, was to get into a fight with your mother over Barry and then get kicked out because she was filled with spite.

Barry came over to your house as soon as you texted him and told him what happened, helping you pack your clothes and a small cluster of things that you wanted to keep with you.  He said nothing to your mother, who was scowling out on the back porch a you were crying in your bedroom and trying to get the rest of your things in the small bags that you did have.  After a few minutes, Barry took your bags and walked you out of his car.  He drove off with you, leaving your past behind without your mother not even saying goodbye.to you.

You called your father when you made it to Barry’s apartment, telling him all that happened.  Ever thankful that your father was supportive of you, he made sure to wire you some money to get on your feet and made sure you knew that his home was available for you to come to.  Yet you were safer with Barry, on the other side of town a bit away from your mother.  The first thing you said to Barry after hanging up the phone, seeing him watch you with Conner in his eyes, were four simple yet moving words that made you feel so small.

“Please just hold me,” you whimpered, feeling overwhelmed from all that happened within an hour.  Barry had you within his arms instantly as you sobbed and unleashed all that pain that was festering.

“You don’t have to hide your tears from me,” Barry reassured you as you moved your head on his lap to look at the ceiling, noticing a tear escaping from the corner of your eye as Barry kept talking, “I know what’s it like with that kind of family.  It hurts, but it won’t last forever,”

“She said those nasty things about you, I couldn’t hold my tongue because I knew they were false.  But now…. I’m homeless,” You said in a defeated sigh.  Barry tutted as he shook his head.

“You’re not homeless,” he reminded you, then gesturing to the small apartment you two were in, “We’ve already talked about moving in together, so now this is your place.  We can get the rest of your stuff another time—“

“I don’t want anything else,” You gently interrupted as you slowly blinked, your heart feeling less heavy but still damaged.  You could still hear her voice in the back of your mind, bad-mouthing Barry and thinking of him as mediocre and cocky.  It killed you to hear that since you knew him to be far better.  He was kind, down to earth, and beyond generous.  He was a brilliant actor, as well as a brilliant human being, and for your mother to wish to see only the bad side of it was heartbreaking.  No matter that you two were on uneven ground or the bridge you two had was beyond broken, she was still your mother. 

Your mother who now shunned you and kicked you out of her life.

“She can burn the rest of my stuff for all I care,” You said bitterly, “I only got what I needed from that house, thanks to you.”

Barry smiled, though the look on his face seemed concerned about how you were reacting this way.  He knew you to be strong, tough as nails when it came to your work and fending for yourself.  He also knew you wore your heart on your sleeve and loved helping others when you could, there was no selfish bone in your body. 

So all Barry could do was simply watch you as you moved your head again to look out the windows, watching the snowflakes cascade along the window.  He was mentally telling himself that all he could do was simply be present for you in this time, knowing the plenty of times when you were there for him when he needed support.  You always took his hand, giving him sweet words of encouragement, there was never a time when Barry truly felt alone when it came to you. 

Now it was his turn to return the favor.  

The End.  

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[scarisd3ad]

Promptmas day 1 - baking Christmas cookies

Pairing - Micheal Schmidt/Afton x reader + Abby x platonic mother figure! Reader

Warnings - none

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Abby is on her tiptoes, trying to properly see all the ingredients that are splayed out on the counter. “What are you gonna make?” her brow furrows together as her head turns towards Mike and me. “we’re going to make Christmas cookies,” I say as Mike’s arm wraps around my waist.

Ever since both Mike and Abby’s parents left their lives permanently, they haven’t had a proper Christmas. mike tried obviously with a small Christmas tree and buying as many presents as he could afford with the extra money he scrounged up throughout November and December. but it just wasn’t a proper Christmas. no cookies or music, no stockings hung. so, my mission was to make this the best Christmas ever.

Her eyes glisten with happiness. “I’ve never made Christmas cookies before,” she murmurs as she turns back towards the counter. She picks up a few, turning them around and reading the labels. “how’d you get the money for all this?” he asked, referring to the new custom-made stockings that were hung by an also new real Christmas tree and buckets of lights, and ornaments.

It was all my mom; she adored Abby and decided to make each one of us a new stocking as well as buy a cool real tree and brand-new ornaments for it. “My mom bought it all, even handmade the stockings,” I whisper to my boyfriend. “Seriously?” brows furrow together as Abby turns back towards us. “Grandma Nancy made those?!” Abby asks as her entire body turns so she’s facing me. “Yup, just like the ones Lacy and Louis.” Lacy and Louis were my sisters’ children, my niece and nephew. Mike and I tried our best to make sure my mother and my father did not favor them at all. We didn’t want Abby to feel left out or unwanted. Even though she had no biological relation to them, they were still her grandma Nancy and Grandpa Harry, and we didn’t want them to make her feel like they weren’t.

“Thank you,” Mike murmurs into my skin as he presses his lips against my temple in a sweet kiss.

“Okay, Ab! Can you get us some bowls, a whisk, and measuring cups?” she nods before running off to find said bowl and Wisk. “My mom even gave me her recipe,” I say as I pull a folded-up piece of paper out of my back pocket. I unfold it, revealing my mother’s handwritten recipe. Mike’s hand wraps around my wrist before pulling me back towards his body. “Seriously, thank you,” he whispers, before pressing his lips against mine. I pull away. “it’s nothing really,” I whisper as his lips chase mine, pressing against mine once again.

“gross”

We quickly pull away and look over to see Abby standing with one large bowl in her hands that is filled with some measuring cups, and a Wisk. “Alright. “I clap my hands together as I walk towards the counter. “We need 2 cups of flour,” I say as I rip open the package of flour. Abby places the bowl on the counter before asking, “Can I do it?” I nod as I hand her the largest measuring cup. She dipped the cup into the bag of flour, looking up at me for approval before she continued. Once I nodded, telling her she had done it right, she pulled the cup out. “Yup...just let me...” my voice fizzles out as I take a knife scraping the mountain of flour that reached far above the edge of the cup.

Once the dough was all mixed, we rolled them into little balls and placed them onto a baking sheet. “How long?” Abby asked as she peered through the tinted window on the oven. “Bout 15 minutes maybe,” I say. She groans before standing up and running off to her room.

15 minutes later, there’s a new Abby drawing on the fridge and freshly baked cookies on the table, spreading the fresh baked cookie smell throughout the entire house.

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[mostly-marvel-musings]

In case you are taking requests, could you write something about young!Tony Stark bringing his best friend turned girlfriend home for the first time and introducing her to his parents? Maybe Maria teases them, telling them she always knew they'd end up together, tells embarrassing stories about Tony when he was little...

Welcome to the family

Pairing: Young! Tony Stark x Reader

Warnings: Nothing but humor and fluff

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"Mom will probably ask too many questions, I'll get you out of there as soon as possible. Feel free to ignore Howard, that's how I've survived."

Tony's rambling hadn't stopped since he drove you to his house, it went on as you rode the elevator up to the living room floor. Technically you were supposed to be the nervous one since this was the first time you were meeting a boyfriend's parents, added pressure being the parents were none other than the Starks.

Honest to God, you hadn't thought you'd reach this stage in your relationship so early, but you were glad to be proven wrong, especially with Tony. The man was complex in so many ways and yet simple in others, it was one of the few things that made you fall in love with him.

You clasped your hand in his, giving it a reassuring squeeze just as the doors revealed the posh interiors and a man with kind eyes, dressed in a sharp suit.

"Good evening, Mr. Stark, Miss (Y/L/N)." Edwin Jarvis greeted you with a smile, leading you inside the house.

"Jarvis, how's the weather? Any chances of avoiding a shitstorm? Ah, forget I asked."

Tony murmured as Howard Stark walked in, followed quietly by Maria who's eyes instantly lit up upon seeing the two of you.

"Anthony, (Y/N)! How lovely to see you again, my dear."

She wrapped you in a warm hug before turning to Tony, giving Howard time to eye you warily. all the nerves you had pushed down previously resurfaced.

"Ah, my prodigal son returns with another trophy."

You watched Howard mutter dismissively, buttoning his suit before swiftly heading out without a second look. Catching Tony's gaze as he shrugged, you knew that this was a regular Tuesday.

Before you could process it all, Maria had whisked you away for a cup of tea, leaving Tony to chitchat with Jarvis.

“I knew you two would get together eventually. Tony looks at you the same way he used to look at donuts when he was a kid.” Maria chuckled, making you giggle as you perched on a chair.

"God knows he loves his donuts."

"Well, now he loves you."

Maria's comment turned your cheeks warm and shuffle in your seat, the moment cut short by Tony traipsing in, narrowing his eyes at the two of you.

"Whoa now don't go believing everything my mother says, (Y/N). We lie in this family. A lot actually." He chuckled humorlessly, producing a packet of berries from its hiding place on the kitchen counter and munching on it.

"She's good for you, Anthony. So don't you dare mess it up." Maria scolded playfully, placing her hand on top of yours and giving it a reassuring squeeze.

Rolling his eyes, Tony grabbed your hand, muttering a 'don't scare her away' and pulled you towards the elevators, pressing the button to his lab.

You couldn't help but feel for him. Here was a man who had a difficult childhood with such contrasting personalities for parents, and yet he managed to become the man he was today, caring and loving in his own ways, broken, but still managed to maintain a façade for the world, vulnerable only to his near and dear ones.

“Ugh you’re falling in love with me, aren’t you?” Tony groaned dramatically, catching the way you were gazing at him as the elevators dinged to a halt once more. He hadn’t let go of your hand the entire time, his grip remained tight, as if you were his anchor, and in more ways than one, you were.

“You dream big, Stark.”

Your words defied the grin that spread across your face as he brought your hand up to his lips, kissing the back of it and holding it close to his chest as the two of you entered his lab. His lab was just like an extension of himself, a physical manifestation of his genius brain, brilliantly advanced and chaotic.

He went on and on about his projects and his machines and you listened, grasping most of it but mostly focusing on the way his big brown eyes lit up as he spoke.

Once done with the tour, the two of you leaned against one of his work stations, side by side before Tony’s head softly rest on your shoulder and he let out a sigh.

“I won’t you know.” He spoke, his voice quiet.

“Won’t what?”

“I won’t screw it up, I promise.”

His solemn vow made you smile and kiss the top of his head, your hands entwining once more as you idly toyed with his fingers.

“I know. And I knew you weren’t falling in love with me either.”

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[cinemagooey]

CINEMAGOOEY

I had a happy childhood - a middle-class upbringing, the ranch house in the 'burbs on a quiet street, bestie sleepovers complete with canopy beds and giddy secrets. My younger years weren't perfect -no one gets a pass from childhood traumas and tragedies. But overall it was an uncomplicated and sweet time in the 70's.

But as great as it was, I still needed escape. So I ran away from reality as often as possible in those early years, fleeing to the movies, my drug of choice.

A Saturday movie excursion was a life or death necessity for me. I would beg, cajole and bargain with my parents for ticket money and a ride to the theater. There in the solitude of a dark theater, the projector would roll and magic would unfurl like a shimmering kaleidoscope. I became lost in a land of imagination and wonder, mesmerized in a celluloid world of make-believe.

I never outgrew my love of cinema; it expanded exponentially. There's something about immersing oneself in a good story in the sanctity of of your own home or in a popcorn scented theatre that speaks to me and whisks me to my happy place. Something magic happens when we engage with cinema. The good ones either lift us up and sing to us, or wound our hearts in a sweet, interminable way. The bad ones have us shaking our heads at the fact that we'll never get the time back. Either way, movies grab us, whirl us around in a dizzying dance and then push us out in the sunlight, dazed at the experience.

Let's get into the good ones. Let's dig into some old fashioned hoopla about really great cinema.

I'll begin with one of my favorites genres:

FOREIGN FILM

J'adore foreign film. I'm never put off by subtitles and find these movies to be some of the richest, most sumptuous of all cinema. Foreign film connects us to the world. It gifts the viewer with an intimate window through which we peek into other cultures, other lands and native stories. We climb into the vivid imaginings of filmmakers, whose minds were cultivated and nurtured in exotic locales. It's a form of travel without costly airfare and jet lag, with the bonus of a good story.

Here are my top three recommended foreign films that I've viewed of late:

CLARA SOLA

A stunner of a movie resplendent with gorgeous cinematography, this 2021 film written and directed by Nathalie Álvarez Mesén unfolds in a tiny village in Costa Rica. Clara, a 40 year old with mental and physical disabilities, lives with her fanatically religious mother and niece Maria, a fifteen year old who gleefully prepares for her Quinceanera. Middle-aged, curious and child-like, Clara's life is spent communicating with the family's white horse, being a pawn to her mother's money-making schemes and watching Maria's life bloom as she stands on the sensual precipice of adulthood. When handsome Santiago arrives on the scene, wooing Maria in a forbidden way, something awakens in Clara and she decides that she wants what Maria has. With bold stubbornness and using mystical powers that lend an supernatural aura to the story, Clara sets out to claim it all in her own awkward, humorous way - with devastating results. Fantastical, shimmering scenes set against a backdrop of naked poverty make this movie sing in a way that made my soul ache, and the brilliant screenplay had me laughing out loud and alternately tearing up.

Amazing performances by Wendy Chinchilla Araya as Clara and Daniel Casteñeda Ricón as Santiago, Maria's boyfriend and Clara's secret crush. This should have been a Best Foreign Film nominee (if not winner) at the 94th Academy Awards. It's not easy to find Clara Sola; I had to stream it with a Criterion Collection subscription, but it's worth digging around to unearth this hidden gem.

THE ZONE OF INTEREST

Buckle up. Watching this movie is like taking a joy ride with your scary older cousin behind the wheel; you want to enjoy it, but instead you feel terrified and little like throwing up. That's the point of Jonathan Glazer's chilling masterpiece The Zone of Interest.

Rudolph is a rising star in the military. His wife Hedwig cultivates a home for their children on a quaint country estate. But this is no Leave It To Beaver redux. Rudolph is a commandant in Hitler's Nazi party and Hedwig's carefully built utopia lies just over the wall from Auschwitz, which Rudolph manages. So close is their little manse to the concentration camp that the family can hear the daily horrors of screams and gunshots, and the fiery glow of the gas chambers illuminates the evening sky. To these recurring abominations, the family turns a deaf ear and a blind eye as they go about their idyllic life.

This cruel indifference is what makes The Zone of Interest so harrowing to watch.

Rudolph prizes his lilac bushes more than the innocent lives he slaughters, and Hedwig engages in chilling acts of depraved apathy: haughtily accepting a fur coat that Rudolph gifts her (booty from a Holocaust victim), and hosting her mother in the garden as a prisoner can be heard pleading for his life from the other side of the wall.

Part of this movie's power lies in the fact that the viewer never sees the acts taking place inside the concentration camp - the brutal sounds of savagery overlaying a lush, bucolic setting is enough to horrify us.

The Zone of Interest won both Best International Film and Best Sound at the 2023 Academy Awards. Sandra Hüller's performance as wife Hedwig garnered her a much-deserved Best Supporting Actor (female role) nomination.

This movie is an awful reminder of mankind's grotesque ability to normalize evil with unflinching apathy - especially in the face of cultural pressure or political brainwashing. It made me squirm as I pondered the nature of humanity. I've heard it said on several platforms that this movie is not for entertainment value; I agree. Instead, it's is an opportunity to turn inward and ask ourselves: could these types of horrors happen again? And if so, what would you do?

CINEMA PARADISO

Some have described Giuseppe Turnatore's 1988 Cinema Paradiso as a love letter to the early age of film. I would call it a slow, seductive kiss, beguiling us to remember the days when going to the cinema was an event.

Everything about this film is perfect - the heart-rending story centered around a small town movie theater, the lush cinematography capturing life in a dusty, Italian village and the trembling soundtrack that tugs at something soulful and primal. All this against the backdrop of cinema classics. It's a wistful salute to the Golden Age of Hollywood and a tender coming of age story in 1940's Italy.

In 1988 Rome, Salvatore Di Vita, a famous film director, learns his old friend Alfredo has died. He immediately flashes back to his childhood as an eight year old in the Sicilian village of Giancarlo, just after WWII. Salvatore's nostalgic flashback encompasses most of this sublime film.

Salvatore (Toto to the villagers), is a precocious child. His father dead, his mother overwhelmed with the everyday indignities of single motherhood, Toto finds escape at the Cinema Paradiso, sneaking in when the town priest sits alone in the empty galley censoring movies. Alfredo, the tired, middle-aged projectionist, is tasked with splicing out the offending bits before the villagers see it.

Toto is mesmerized by it all and is madly curious to see how the magic happens in the projection booth. Through pluck and luck, Toto connives Alfredo into giving him a job in as his assistant and the two form a tight, familial bond that is the heart and soul of this film.

Toto is still manning the booth at 16 when he falls hopelessly in love and is called to military duty. Returning home a year later, Alfredo does something surprising and insidious that alters Toto's life forever.

In modern day 1988, Salvatore returns to Giancarlo to attend Alfredo's funeral, and is bequeathed a package that sets up the last, flawless scene in this exquisite film.

Cinema Paradiso is a beautiful reminder of days gone by and things of old that once held meaning and sway over our lives. Before television, computers, the internet and iphones, there was a place where people gathered to be swept up, escape the banality of life and become immersed, briefly, in a world larger than their own.

And isn't that what cinema is all about?

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[imaginationstimulation]

MATTRESS COUNTRY by Travis Dahlke

1.

Brandon is staying home tonight with his NutriBullet blade replacement scam despite promising he’d drive us to the rich neighborhood with the king-sized candy. Despite it being the final Halloween before the world ends as the Mayan prophecy comes to fruition in December. 

The sidewalk to Gia’s is summer rotting across cement. The air is filled with trampled and browning weeds, men roasting meat in crockpots, the smell of beetle shells. The leaves still have a little green in their veins. Each vinyl-sided person from each vinyl-sided ranch says, “Aren’t you guys a little old to be out here?”

Maris ducks into Rite-Aid where her ex-boyfriend works and emerges with two knock-off masks beneath her hoodie. She says he’s still totally in love with her, except now Maris is Space Satan (Darth Maul). 

“You’re Nightmare Man,” she says (Freddy Krueger). 

Both men are technically hundreds of years old. 

Gia’s grandfather tells a ghost story while we wait for her to become Used Car Salesman, wrapping her dead tooth’s replacement denture in foil from a Dove chocolate. I watch through Nightmare Man’s slitted nostrils as her grandfather reheats chowder, whisking congealed skin with a knife. 

“It was November of 1941,” Gia’s grandfather says. “Barnum came to Manchester and I swear the whole town turned inside out to see that circus. Me and some other boys, corner boys they called us, especially Patrick Muldoon’s mother—she still lives around here somewhere—each made five cents to help dig holes for the tent.” 

Gia’s grandfather aims his knife at the window. Coughs backward. Gathers his voice. 

“That night, aunt winter paid herself a visit.”

Kids make turkey calls outside. In his search for candy, Gia’s grandfather’s entire body creaks away from the room.

I say, “Everyone knows that stupid story about the circus tiger freezing to death and getting buried.” 

“I know, my sister said the tiger’s like right under the Shell Station across the street from Little Thinkers Montessori,” Space Satan says.

“You’re wrong. It’s in Riverfront Park. My grandfather helped dig the hole to bury the tiger himself. He’s just delicate about it,” Used Car Salesman says. 

“In a couple months, that tiger and your grandpa and everything anyone ever tried to hide will be dust,” I say.

2.

We walk to Brandon’s house to hiss tiger sounds and scratch at his window. His computer screen makes his shut blinds glow. A window over, his mom wears a New Year’s Eve fedora while having sex with Brandon’s dad on the couch. We empty their entire bowl of 3 Musketeers into monogrammed L.L. Beans. We draw tiger claws in the condensation of Brandon’s car’s windshield, then weave back through little Hulks, ladybugs, and babies dressed as Steve Irwin. 

In the park, we watch the sun fall apart into an unnamed river. Space Satan uses her thumb and forefinger to unscrew a NO DUMPING sign that guards the bed of rust-eaten washing machines. Some mattresses. One perfectly intact office chair.

“It’s for my sister’s dorm,” she says, tucking the sign under her arm. “She promised me twenty-bucks.” 

We loiter in the Shell’s yellow to try and warm up. Leftover air conditioning pulls at my arm hair. I reposition my mask in the security mirror.

“Can I just, like, have this?” Used Car Salesman asks the Shell cashier, holding up a bag of Twizzlers.

I ask if he ever hears the tiger clawing at his floor. Then this lady at the ATM dressed as nothing says it was somewhere, but definitely not this lot, and it wasn’t a tiger; it was a clown. After a few minutes of her trying to remember, Used Car Salesmen unwraps her dead tooth to read the fortune on the Dove wrapper. 

“You guys, you’re not gonna believe this,” she says. 

3.

I walk home alone. For some reason the street is totally wet. I peel Nightmare Man’s face off, which is also wet, and stake him onto the spike that held the NO DUMPING sign. A threat to all other Nightmare Men who dare trespass. And instead of turning to dust, the pharmacy rubber endures through Thanksgiving, the sleet of Christmas, and it’s still there come springtime, when horseflies mistake the gross synthetic red for real meat. People are too scared to dump anything in the river now. A newspaper reporter is writing an article about the head on the stick. How it mysteriously appeared one day. How it’s a talisman. A sign from above. How the daffodils are returning to the riverbed and in a few years it’ll be safe enough to swim in again. 

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[hazelsmom]

I've never had a rela with my biological father. I'm 35 now, so it doesn't bother me at all, I've got an amazing step dad and wonderful mother, and from what I know about this man who's DNA I have, I'm not missing much. I've met him less than a handful of times. I was 13 years old the first time. I had been told another man, also not in my life, was my father. He was in prison, so my mom just put that away in her mind, it didn't matter. Until he started calling us from prison and sending me letters. He never said anything about not being my dad, which he knew, but my mom didn't want him to have contact with me. Apparently he's trouble. He's the Tommy Lee to her Pam Anderson. So, she told me the truth. That one night, she was fighting with her boyfriend, the man I'd been told was my father. She went out, and ran in to his cousin. He has a Trans Am and was older. Mom was 15 and wild. He took her for a ride in the Trans Am. The Scorpions playing in the stereo while they were in the backseat, making me. She was 16 when I was born. Trans Am guy took off immediately. Apparently there was a DNA test involved, so he definitely knew. But didn't care, apparently. Oh well.

Back to 13 year old me. Mom told me the truth and asked if I wanted to meet this man. And I did. Now. I knew in my heart this wasn't going to be some big fairy tale. He wasn't gonna whisk me away from my tragic life and make everything okay. He wasn't gonna be rich. He wasn't gonna buy me a car. But idk. I was curious. I knew he still lived in that same small town in Mississippi, so that told me a lot about him. My grandma was living in Mississippi at the time, so we went for a visit, and then Mom and I drove to that small town I was born in. We left it when I was 6, I have very vague memories of it. We met at a Waffle House. I sat with my back to the door, and Mom facing the door. I watched her face, and knew when he walked in. He brought his mother. She stayed in the car. We had lunch, and it was awkward. Here's the man. This man who is half of me. I have half of his DNA in me. We look nothing alike. I look like my mother, which he comments on. He never left this shitty, small town. He doesn't have the Trans Am anymore. He lives part time with his mother, and part of the time in a trailer with his girlfriend, who just had a kid. So I have a sibling I still to this day know nothing about, other than they would be in their 20s by now. We have awkward small talk. I immediately know this man will never pursue a relationship with me, so if I let it die, it will die. I'm gonna let it die. We get in my mom's car, I don't remember where we were going or why he rode with us, but he was up front with my mom. She stopped to go in to a store, leaning us alone. There's a copy of Undertow by Tool in the tape player of my mom's car playing. He doesn't like it. He comments that my mom listens to some "death metal type shit." I tell him the tape is mine, actually, and it's Tool, and it's not death metal. I had just started getting in to my own taste in music and Tool changed my life. I ask him what he listens to. He tells me his favorite band is Cypress Hill, and he just likes "whatever is on the radio." So, I didn't get my love of music from you, huh? Did I get ANYTHING from this man? I look like my mother, everyone has always said that. I have her eyes. Her face. I thought baby pictures of her were of me when I was little. I see nothing of myself in this man. He is perfectly content in his small town life, he has no interest in music. I live in a fairly large city, and music is the most important thing in my life at that time. Mom used to punish me by taking away my books and my CDs. Neither of those things matter to him. He tells me he doesn't think he's ever read a book. He likes wrestling and drinking, those are his hobbies. Going to a shitty bar in town. That's what he does for fun. His life is so far from mine, we have nothing in common. I still wonder, is there any part of me that came from him? Mom doesn't even know. To her, this is a guy she went on a date with years ago. Once. They didn't go out again. To her, he's a one night stand.

But I knew at lunch. I knew immediately. He didn't come here to meet me. He came here to see my mom. He'd remembered what she was like at 16. Young and beautiful and wild. He hoped she was still like that. She wasn't, though. She's still beautiful, but she's tired. She'd been raising me alone for 13 years. She had my brother, too, when I was 8, and he broke her. My brother was a difficult child. She got post partum psychosis and no one knew or cared, but she luckily didn't kill him or me and was able to pull herself out and be my mom again. But she's worked physical jobs to support us. Mostly waiting tables. She's not a fun, wild, 16 year old from a big city forced to move to that small town and looking to rebel anymore. She's a mother, who loves her children and doesn't want to be here, but did it for me. He sees this, too. But it doesn't stop him from trying. He tries to talk about THAT NIGHT. While the product of that night is still sitting right there. He's trying to remind her of fun times. She's not interested. She's not that person anymore and hasn't been since he abandoned her with a baby. But he doesn't care. This man, my father, who has just told me about his girlfriend who has just given birth to another child he'll likely abandon in a few years, is desperately trying to hit on my mother. In front of me. The child he never met, who came all the way from Tennessee to be at that Waffle House.

We leave and head back to my grandma's house. The ride was quiet. I knew I'd likely never see him again, and feeling a bit guilty that I didn't want to. Shouldn't I want to have a relationship with my father? Should I feel bad that he didn't like me? Why am I not enough for him? But I don't feel bad. I shared his DNA, but he wasn't a father and never would be, though he would go on to have more children with different women. There was just something sad about him. But he wasn't smart enough to understand it, and would turn to drugs later. Last I heard of him, he'd stolen everything he could from the wife he had that forced him to reach out to his kids. He found me on social media when I was like 21, and reached out. But it was clear he didn't want to, but his new wife wanted him to, so he did it to shut her up. He sent me a message. Hoping I wouldn't respond. But I did. I told him basically thanks, but no thanks. I'm fine. I have my mom, and she married a man who accepts me as his own. This angered him. Especially because this man is Hispanic, and an immigrant. He doesn't like people that aren't like him, straight white males. I guess it triggers something in him. He sends me back messages saying things about my attitude, and how I should be more grateful. He also uses a slur against my step father, which angers me. Here's this man, who knows nothing about me, calling me ungrateful and insulting the man who did what he couldn't. A man who has loved and cared for a little girl that wasn't his. A little girl who quickly entered her life long struggle with depression and mental illness not long after he met my mother. And he still stuck around. So I was not so nice in my response. I basically tell him to never speak to me again, and to go ahead and consider himself not my father. I don't need him in my life. I don't want him in my life. I know he doesn't give a shit about me, and the only reason he ever reached out was because he wanted to see if he still has a chance with my mom, and now because his new wife wanted him to. I was mean. I told him he should be more focused on getting new teeth for his wife. Which was mean, I know that now. But I was young and angry. Still struggling with my mental health. Again, I've angered him. He CALLS me to say mean things. Back then, Facebook still displayed your phone number publicly. He left a message. I listened to it, and heard his voice calling me a brat and he can't believe any child of his would talk to her father like that. All I can think is he is right, I'd never talk to my step dad like that.

And that's the last time I heard from him. I have at least one half brother I know about. I know there's others, but this is the only one I know. He doesn't know any others, either. Our father actually married his mom. Who was best friends with my mom. He stayed married his mother and stuck around for a while. My brother has memories of our father. He misses him. He wants him to come back. I think how sad that is. How lucky I am to have my step dad. How I hope one day my brother is able to move on, and see our dad for who he is. It hurts my heart when my brother messages me to ask if I've heard from our dad, because it appears no one has in a very long time, and he is worried. He knows family members that I don't. Our father is apparently missing. No one knows where he is, not since he stole from the wife who forced him to reach out and went on a drug bender. He may be dead. In jail. Who knows? It hurts me that my brother is concerned and is looking for him. But it doesn't hurt me that my father is missing. I don't feel anything about that. I still get messages from my brother sometimes, he asks if I've heard from our dad, and I haven't, of course. I tell my brother look. He knows how to find me. I'm not hard to find. I have an uncommon name. All he would need to do is search my name, and one or more of my social media pages would appear. Even though I have a new last name he doesn't know about, he could still find me. There's zero chance he doesn't use the internet. There's zero chance he doesn't know how Facebook works. If he wanted to find me, he could do so easily. But he hasn't. Not in 15 years. Doesn't he understand, this man doesn't want to be our father? He doesn't. He thinks one day he will want to be our father. I can't bring myself to break his heart. He's very nice. He looks like him. We have a few things in common, but not much. If weren't half siblings, we'd likely never be friends. We talk about meeting up someday, both knowing that will never happen. Maybe someday we'll just so happen to be in the same state. Maybe someday our father will get curious and reach out again, but I doubt it.

I came to terms with my father a long time ago. But new technology has brought new fears, and I find myself thinking of him more and more. I think about getting my DNA looked at. I know nothing of this side of me, and what if there is something I should know? But part of me worries I'll do that, and one day, someone comes knocking on the door, they got a familial DNA match for a cold case they've been working. My father was involved. Or my half sibling I know nothing about. And I have to tell them I can't be of any help, and know a person I'm related to is out there escaping justice. This is something that keeps me from doing this. Am I protecting this hypothetical family member? I honestly wouldn't be surprised to find out they were involved in an old cold case, but do I want to help the police find them? I like to think I'd tell them if I knew where he was, but would I? I believe I would. I'd hate to think of a mother, missing her child, never getting justice, and I don't help when I could. Besides, this man is nothing to me, just a guy my mom had a one night stand with 35 years ago. I feel bad sometimes that I am glad he stayed away from me. I don't think my life would have been any better with him in it, and perhaps worse. But I do still wonder sometimes, is there any part of me that's like this man? Did I get ANYTHING from my father? Surely I did. Surely I am not just a clone of my mother. I'd like to know what part of me came from him. Is it something I hate about myself? Or like? Did my tendency to have addiction issues come from him? Or my mom? She struggled before. But she beat hers. I haven't. And don't know how I will. I think that's what my father gave me. And I hate it and I hate him for it. I don't want to be like him.

#fathers #deadbeats #deadbeat dad #random thoughts #genetic testing #dna test #daddy issues #drug usage #addiction

[hobisexually]

x

#lads #my mother whisked me away to her boyfriends house #I am sleeping in a basement that is bigger than my flat #I have my cat #and there is air conditioning #I HAVENT BEEN THIS HAPPY IN WEEKS #I was actually lowkey worried about my heart in this heat because I really wasn’t doing great but MANNNNN I can breathe again #I never knew fresh air could make me this happy fngngngn

[katscki]

[8:47pm]

judge me all you want but i was watching monsters inc. while writing this 😈💪🏼 btw characters are in hs

rushed and not edited 😍🙌🏼

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Bakugou Katsuki is such a good kisser. It’s almost hard to believe that you were each other’s very first kisses he’s that good. You were almost always at his house and his mother absolutely adored you. However, whenever you started to get deep into a conversation with her, you were whisked away by your angry boyfriend.

He always always always takes your hand to lead you up the stairs and shuts his door. Wouldn’t want his old had to be spying on you guys now. Not that she would but he’s a little paranoid.

Bakugou leads you to his bed to which he will immediately pull you onto his lap so you are straddling him. “Sukiii, i just got here.” you whine. He begins to kiss down your neck, sucking your favorite spot then nipping at it lightly.

“Mmm, don’t care. Kiss me.” He says making his way further up your neck to your jawline. Once you finally begin to kiss him back, he adds more fevor to the kiss. Moving his head at the right times, sensually tonguing at your mouth in the most deliciously disgusting way possible.

“mm suki” He glances up at you but soon realizes you weren’t beckoning his attention, but more so calling out to him for more.

And then for the next hour or so before you had to go home it continued on like that. Slow sensual kisses, touches, hickeys around each other’s necks. But when it finally was time for you to leave, he will escort you back downstairs asking if you could stay for just a little longer.

“Oh, your leaving already Y/N? Well come back soon hun you’re always welcome!” His mom will say before looking at her son. “Katsuki what’s on your neck?” You take that as your sign to make a run for it, “Well, I um i’m gonna head out, bye suki love you, and bye mitsuki!” She turns back to her son to examine his neck further. “Oh my god, is it a hickey?!” “Hah?”

“Katsuki Bakugou you have a hickey on your neck go look.” She giggles out. Bakugou runs to the mirror to find the purple bruise located where his collar bone meets his neck, the spot that had him keening out for you.

“She is so dead” he mumbled going back to his room.

“Don’t be too hard on her now Katsuki,” Mitsuki calls from the bottom of the steps. “Yeah yeah whatever.”

suki<3: you left a hickey on my neck? how the fuck am i supposed to get this off?

Y/N🙄🧡: you didn’t seem to mind when i was doing it (っ◕‿◕)っ ♥

suki<3: well i didn’t really notice it when it was happening. and cut it with the stupid emoticons

Y/N🙄🧡: aww why cause it felt so good suki?? i’m flattered (>‿♥)

suki<3: keep tellin yourself that baby, hags callin me for dinner, i gotta go

suki<3: talk to you later. i love you, pretty 🧡

Y/N🙄🧡: i love you too suki <3333 smooch smooch

suki<3: 😘

Y/N🙄🧡: AHHHH OMGOMG YOU-

Y/N🙄🧡: IM SO IN LOVE

Y/N🙄🧡: MY BF IS SO NICE TO ME

Y/N🙄🧡: YOU LOVVVEEE MEEEEE

Y/N🙄🧡: KISSKISSKISSKISSKSS😘😘😘😘😘

read by suki<3 at 6:39pm

#mha #bakugou #bakugou fluff #bakugou imagine #bakugou katsuki #bakugou x reader #katsuki x reader #bakugou x you #bnha #fanfic

[singledadjack]

Uncle Jack

You take Jack to a family reunion, and end up falling in love with him even more.

~~~

“Y/n baby!” Your aunty called, “come help me in the kitchen!”

“I’ll be back in a second, my love,” you smile, kissing Jack’s cheek.

He smiled fondly as he watched you make your rounds hugging everyone and laughing. It was loud and there was so much going on, but he loved that.

“Are you Y/n’s boyfriend?” A boy asked as he plopped onto the couch.

“Yeah, I’m Jack.”

“How old are you?” He questioned, completely ignoring that last part. “I’m 9.” Another stated.

“Not you, butthead!”

“MOM!”

“Hey! Be nice to each other!” You scolded, rolling your eyes playfully to Jack.

“I’m 23.”

“That’s old, you’re older than Y/n.”

***

You and Jack had 15 minutes to eat and spend some time together, before you were whisked away and immersed into going out to the garage with your grandpa. He didn’t mind though, he loved that you were so happy to be around your family, and he was enjoying himself. Your family was so welcoming, and the kids had taken quite a liking to him.

“Jack! Come to the trampoline!” Layla called.

“Play block?” Ryan lisped.

“Is your hair actually curly, or did you curl it? Are those real diamonds? How much money do you have?” The young boy really had no sense of personal space, touching over Jack’s hair and clothes as he spewed questions.

He chuckled exasperatedly as he looked between the backyard, floor covered in toys, and the boy sitting basically on top of him. He decided he’d answer all the questions while he helped the 1 year old on the floor stack his blocks.

“Yes my hair is real,” he laughed, “yes those diamonds are real, and none ya business!”

“Are you gonna ask Y/n to marry you?”

“For sure, one day.”

“Block!” Ryan smiled, handing Jack all the blocks he could fit in his tiny hands.

He gently took the blocks into his own hands and splayed them out in front of the boy.

“Juck,” he cooed, pointing at him.

“Jack, yes.”

“Bear,” Ryan whined.

“Bear?”

“M’bear,” he pouted softly.

“Where’s your bear, little man?”

“Mama!”

Now, the room was filled with potential mothers. And he really didn’t want to go wondering around asking for Ryan’s mom and end up embarrassing himself. So he picked up the boy, rested him on his hip, and set off to find his way to the garage.

And fuck, if the sight of your boyfriend with a smiley baby on his hip doesn’t make you weak in the knees.

“Hi!” you coo, wrapping him up in your arms.

“Bear!” Ryan begged.

“You want your bear? Lemme go get it for you, baby,” you smiled, gently handing him back over to Jack.

You walked back in with the bear behind your back and a big smile on your face, “guess what I have!”

“Bear! Thank Y/n!” Even though he completely butchered your name, his pronunciation was still adorable.

***

At the end of the night, when you were ready to take Jack back to go back to your parents house to settle down for the night; you found him in the play room. Asleep on the plush carpet, toys surrounding him. His head lay on a stuffed bear, Layla snuggled into his side with a blanket nested in her arms, Ryan’s arms around his neck and little body laying on his chest, and some other kids scattered around him.

“Juck,” Ryan whispered, placing his tiny hand on Jack’s cheek.

“Hm?”

“Y/n,” he pointed to you.

“I couldn’t find you,” you giggled, “you ready to go? Or you wanna stay for a bit?”

“I’m fu- exhausted.”

You couldn’t help but coo at the way Layla whined when Jack left, or the way Ryan cried once he could no longer see his new friend.

“They really love you Jack,” you confessed, “all of them. All saying how sweet you are, and how good looking you are. Especially the kids, they love their Uncle Jack.”

“I love them to mamas, nowhere near as much as i love you, but I do love them. Felt so welcomed. That Ryan is fuckin’ cute man, ‘Juck.’” He smiled fondly.

@twtasjack @lcandothisallday @jacks-cafe @jacksharlows @britishstan02 @taytayize123 @creme-delacreme @harlowscutie @privategardenjack @harlowsprivategarden @harlowhockeystick

#jack harlow #jackman thomas harlow #ask #anon #jacky concepts #bf!jack #family event jack #jack harlow one shot

[chicken-fifi]

Braids - Changbin (Stray Kids) Imagine

Requested by anon: I have a really interesting and fun request for skz changbin. Could you do something where his s/o is bonding and spending time with his family and they mention that they know how to braid hair, and they want them to prove it so they end up braiding his sister’s hair. (You can add onto it if you want) (From the vlogs she seems like such a cool person to hang out with) 🙌🏻(Gender neutral reader please) 💗💓

Word Count: 962 words

Changbin slowly pulled to stop as he pulled into the small driveway of his childhood home. You saw the curtain move ever so slightly just as the car was shut off.

“You’ve met my parents before,” he said, taking your hand and bringing it to his lips, gently kissing it. “And they loved you. Why are you this nervous?”

“Your sister wasn’t here when I met them,” you reminded him. “This is the first time I’m meeting her and I don’t want to give the wrong first impression. I know how much she means to you and the last thing I want is for there to be a rift between you two because she doesn’t like me.”

“She’ll love you. Just as much as I love you.” Not letting you say anything else, he opened the door and quickly ran around the front of the car to open yours, “I also have to make sure my mom knows I’m treating you right. She’ll murder me on the spot if I’m not.”

The small comment eased your nerves slightly as the two of you made your way to the front door not having to wait a second before the door opened and his mother pulled you into a strong embrace completely ignoring her son’s existence. 

“Has this son of mine been you well?” she inquired, pulling away slightly.

“As well as I can expect,” you replied. “I still have to do the cooking since he’ll burn down the building if I even let him near the stove.”

Changbin elbowed you with a smile on his face, relieved that you lost some of your nerves. The two of you entered the home, his father greeting you both warmly before whisking Changbin away needing his help moving something in another room. You went to follow his mom into the kitchen offering to help with whatever she needed only for her to refuse and shoo you away into the family room.

“What kind of future mother-in-law would I be if I had you work when you’re supposed to be visiting and enjoying someone else cooking for you - without burning the house down, might I add - for a change?” she recited quickly, almost as if she had practiced the sentence the night before knowing this exact situation would happen.

With heat spreading across your cheeks at her ease at calling herself your ‘future mother-in-law,’ you roamed back into the living trying your best to go unnoticed by the figure sitting on the couch closest to the window - Changbin’s sister. She looked exactly as you had envisioned her whenever your boyfriend described her to you while telling you about the many things they’d done as children. It had to be comical how slowly you moved to take a seat on the couch, as if you were Drax trying to blend in with your surroundings. As soon as you were seated you looked at anything and everything that wasn’t in her direction. It was awkward as crap. You willed Changbin to finish whatever it was he was helping his dad with as quickly as possible, wanting him to come and help with the awkwardness before you were sure to make a less than pleasant impression on the woman sitting on the couch who was now looking at you.

“He talks a lot about you,” she said. “I don’t think he’s ever talked about anyone he’s dated to me as much as he does about you.”

You gulped slowly turning to face her, “H-he talks a lot about you too. Well the younger you. I mean-”

She laughed lightly, “I’m not going to bite your head off. You sound like a genuinely good person and you make my baby brother happy so that makes me happy….gosh that’s gross.”

You smiled lightly, taking in her appearance. Your eyes zoned in on the funky braid she had going on in her hair, “Your braid-”

“Yeah,” she sighed out. “I can braid other people’s hair no problem, but when it comes to braiding mine I’m a hot mess. I used to braid Changbin’s hair all the time when we were little, he would get so mad but he never stopped me from doing it.”

“That sounds like him,” you laughed out loud. “Do you want me to fix that for you real quick/”

She nodded leaving the couch and sitting on the floor in front of you, letting you undo the braid she’d done and starting a new, much cleaner one. As you worked the two of you talked amongst yourselves about many things, the conversation coming much easier and smoother than before. So much so that neither of you noticed when Changbin walked into the living room and went to stand by the doorway that led to the kitchen. As he leaned on the wall, a smile graced his lips as he remembered just how nervous you’d been to meet his sister. He had no doubt in his mind that she would like you. Heck, everytime he spoke to her she would ask about you, wanting to know more about the mystery person - to her at least - that he was dating and clearly in love with.

“She’s been wanting to meet (y/n) for a while now,” his mother said as she snuck up behind him. “She refused to leave today without meeting them wanting to see if you were all talk.”

“I think she just wants to tell them about all of the embarrassing things I did because she convinced me it was okay.”

His mother laughed remembering one of those moments, “(y/n)’s such a good person. Take good care of them and don’t let them go.”

“I have absolutely no intention of losing them Ma. Trust me.”

#kpop imagines #kpop scenarios #stray kids #stray kids masterlist #stray kids imagines #stray kids scenarios #stray kids changbin #stray kids seo changbin #changbin #seo changbin #changbin imagines #changbin scenarios #seo changbin imagines #seo changbin scenarios

[heyitsyn]

MANAGER!SEIJOH AU

a/n: this is kind of an au like what if you were

for more seijoh content, check this masterlist out!

anon:

- 🥺👉🏻👈🏻 i would like to request a seijoh!manager reader who’s a first year and is siblings with ushi and the team’s reaction to finding out that she was supposed to go to shiratorizawa with ushi and their reaction with her getting along with the shiratorizawa volleyball team and maybe the manager is a small cute soft little energetic ball of sunshine 🥺🥺 also hewwo, hope youre doing well! ☺️ -🎷🐛

- Ir seijoh manager series is so gooood. Can we get something where by some weird reason yn-chan is close to ushijima and tendou and the seijoh boys dont know about it and how they'd react to her being so affectionate w them ahahwindkdn

EVERYONE SHUT UP AND LOOK AT HOW FREAKING PRETTY TENDOU IS LIKE AKLFDJLASKFJDLSKFJDSFLKD

okayokayokay

so this is a what if thing

like what if ushijima was your older brother

SLKFDJADFLIJSDKLDF I CAN ALREADY IMAGINE OIKAWA SCREAMING

you didnt exactly have the best relationship with your mom

you remember when you were younger that she used to yell at your brother for using his left hand and you got angry a lot because you were fiercely protective of your brother

this caused her to yell at you too for being nosy and being involved in something you shouldnt be in

duh we know that ushi’s dad takashi actually supported him for this and protected him too and you were also a papa’s girl so you always ran to him

he understood you both better and while your mother worked, he was at home taking care of you two

then when they mentioned wanting to separate, you were very sad but somewhat relieved

mostly because you hated hearing your parents arguing and you felt bad for your brother as he constantly did whatever to get you out of the house

thats what brought on your love for volleyball

you werent exactly the best player but you were interested in it and often watched matches with him

but you also liked volleyball because your brother liked it

you liked whatever your brother liked

he adored you too and he was a boy who didnt talk much due to your mother but he was always a talker with you

especially when you couldnt sleep, he would sneak you out of your room and you both would run to the kitchen and eat ice cream

even with just a 2 year age difference, he looked as if he was older than you due to his massive height

‘just wait nii-chan! i will drink enough milk to reach your height!’

*insert lenny face*

AKLDJFSLDKFJDF I HATE MYSELF

CAN I PLEASE DIE

however

when they divorced, you thought your father would take both you and ushi

like the lady at the court even asked you where you wanted to go and not a breath of hesitation you chose your father

you weren’t very concerned because you knew your brother was going to choose your dad as you both were closer to him

so imagine your surprise when he said he didnt care and naturally, the mother would get the child

lowkey you felt hella betrayed and when your dad whisked you away overseas, there was this grudge you held against toshi

yall youre like 5

i would be hella mad too if my brother chose the person who yells at him all the time

in california, your father made sure you still remembered your brother and you tried to detach from the japanese lifestyle to your new one but you just couldnt

maybe around 6 years you were already fed up with the hot california heat and you wanted to go back to japan to see toshi again

you got over that grudge years ago but your mother refused to have any contact or anything to do with your father and so that included you too

she refused to let you both video chat and any type of connection

your dad obviously noticed your sad expressions and your obvious longing to go back to your brother again and so he arranged something

you shut the door gently before taking off your shoes by the doorway

the large house was often quiet except for the constant typing of a keyboard in your father’s study

‘tadaima’

you meekly mumbled but his sense of hearing never wavered so he heard your voice

‘oh? y/n?’

his voice echoed through the hallways and you heard his chair squeak as it was moved back so he could stand

your sock-cladded feet padded against the hard wood floor and you walked towards his study where indeed he was standing there

your father has definitely aged yet his job as a coach made him as fit as he was decades ago

as much as it disgusted you, you could tell what your friends meant when they said your dad was good-looking

they actually said your dad was hot but you refuse to acknowledge that

you and your friends are like 12 tf

you closed the door and sat down on the loveseat at the corner of the room as it was your designated spot

‘hey, papa’

you greeted with a smile and he gave you the same grin

‘i ordered f/f (favorite food) for dinner tonight so try and listen for the bell to ring, okay?’

you nodded

there was bit of small talk and you asked about his team while he asked about school and you both arranged to hang out over the weekend at some ice cream shop

the conversation dragged on until you heard the doorbell and you ran to the door to answer the delivery man

your dad put out the plates on the table and you excitedly dug in

‘also, you remember your grandmother? and her terrible back?’

oh god of course you did

they lived about 30 minutes away from your house in japan and she constantly worried your father bc the woman was approaching 90 and was still picking peppers!

with old coach ukai

‘what did she do now?’

your father chuckled at the exasperation in your voice

‘she misses you. says something about the family’s princess needing to go back to her country or something’

there was a smile in your face

your grandmother was your favorite and she always said you were the princess

she hated your mother because of how insensitive she was so she only acknowledged you as the only other female in the family

obviously your brother was also liked but there was just a special bond between you and your grandmother

‘so when are we going back?’

you asked and it was clear that you were excited at the thought of going back to japan as you havent been back since you moved due to your father’s busy job and your school

takashi swallowed his food before revealing the news

‘actually, if you want, you could finish your schooling there. but only until college first though because your old man needs you over here too’

nah bro you didnt even care about the last part

literally your fork fell to the table and you shrieked 

‘WHAT?! SERIOUSLY?!’

and thus brought you back to japan

you stayed with your grandmother on your dad’s side and you quickly got accustomed back to japan life

OH

your BROTHER!

okay

so waka-chan def heard you coming back

your mother was grumbling about it the other day and he was sure he heard your name in there

‘sdkfjkdslfjdkslfj y/n dkfjlsdkfjldkf’

LMAO THATS ME TRYING TO SAY THAT WAKA COULDNT UNDERSTAND WHAT SHE SAID SINCE SHE WAS MUMBLING SHE WASNT KEYBOARD SMASHING LMAO

there was a mutual giddiness in there too and he was excited to see you again after many years without contact

however

there was a bit of fear in there that thought back to when you were younger and his choice of not really having a specific parent despite your pleads to stay together with him

but he was going to make sure your bond was still intact!

he would do anything in his power to do so!

when you arrived

your dad accompanied you back to japan and you both were walking out to the exit of the airport when you saw your grandmother excitedly waving a sign around

in bold sparkly letters, it said ‘USHIJIMA’

okay wait i love grandma usui 

you quickly ran over to her and she grasped you into her arms

‘nana’

you sobbed and she hugged you tightly

‘im so happy youre back home’

your father shook hands with the friend she brought to help drive you guys back home

old man ukai was basically the chauffeur but hes really good friends with your nana so it was okay

the entire ride you guys basically caught up with each other and you couldnt help but laugh whenever your dad would go on a rant about your grandma being too reckless and your nana defending herself

‘oh stop it, takashi. i was only given one life and if it’s over, it’s over. for now, ill live it how i see fit!’

your old family home was exactly as you remember it but you didnt expect the 6′2 boy in the living room

‘nii-chan’

you meekly whispered and he let out a soft smile before opening his big arms

you ran into them and he held you tightly

‘i missed you. so much’

he whispered and you nodded 

it was def such a nice thing to have your brother again

oooo your dad been knew that you would be sticking to waka like you did when you were itty bitty young

so when you practically begged waka to stay at your nana’s house the entire summer, he couldnt refuse you

duh your mom went to see you but you just quietly sat there and smiled at her

polite but distant

due to being around waka so much, you naturally went to his volleyball practices and their training camp

there

you met his friends and you guys quickly got acquainted especially with tendo bc he was just so fun

and he was your brother’s boyfriend best friend

the others were still kinda distant with you ahem ahem im looking at you shirabu

but they were mostly amazed at how powerful the genetics played in your appearances because wowza you were beautiful

lmao dont let waka hear them say that bc they would be benched all season in a single snap

during training camp, you usually sat at the sides or you would be their stand-in manager

goshiki absolutely LOVES you!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

GOSHIKI MY SON MY BABY

him and you were the same age so there was an easier way of being friends and your energies just matched so well

he would run up to you whenever he got a play right and you would ruffle his hair affectionately

LADKSJFLDSKFS FLASHBACK TO TENDO!SISTER X GOSHIKI

‘y/n-chan!’

‘y/n-chan!’

‘y/n-chan!’

hell even ushi was getting annoyed at goshiki’s constant need for you

tendo would steal you away and he would be giggling to you about how adorable you were and you just giggled along bc wow this beautiful man is really talking to me right now

ALKSDJFLKSF CAN YOU TELL IM ALSO A TENDOODOO SIMP?

‘cmere, y/n-chan. i taught toshi this the other day and he was very impressed and wanted me to do it again. okay so it goes in a rhyme, ya ready?’

you nodded along and he shot you a close-eyed smile before starting to draw on the dirt with a stick

‘there once was a man with-’

lets just say

you were definitely your brother’s sister

sometimes though

you would try and go towards the calmer players to get away from the rowdiness from baby daddy tendo and baby goshiki

you would find them at the gym just doing drills and at the sight of you, they would turn red but continue playing

they didnt really mind seeing you there bc youve always been such a positive energy and cheered them on which gave them strength

‘NICE ONE OHIRA-SAN!’

‘WAHHH SO COOL YAMAYAMA-SAN!’

you were like a cute ball of serotonin >o<

‘wah, of course its expected for you guys to be the top in the prefecture. youre like,,,,, silent but deadly~!’

duh a compliment from a girl?

dead

shirabu’s bangs would get in the way of his vision sometimes yall i will never stop making fun of that ridiculously adorable haircut so you would use a clip and tuck it away for him

this big babie is so awkward that he turns red when you whisper in his ear that you were done

semisemi baby and you got along bc you guys had a similar taste in music and because you lived in california, he was fascinated that you were in the music capital of america

‘did you see celebrities down the street?’

he asked you excitedly one day during lunch

you stopped then smiled softly

‘semisemi-kun, i didnt live at that part of california’

nah to him, america is just filled with celebrities

OH DEAR BABY BOY KAWANISHI

taichi is a generally quiet guy

like you thought he was actually selectively mute when you first met him

but you gradually got him to talk and you would help him whenever he would want to practice

usually it was during the ungodly hours of the morning

you woke up and went to grab a drink from the common room but you noticed his large build exiting the door so you followed him into the gym

‘kawanishi-san?’

you called out and felt guilty when he jumped 

‘oh, hey’

he aknowledged

‘wha-’

you stopped to yawn causing your eyes to close making you miss the brief second of softness that flashed in his eyes

‘what are you doing?’

you tiredly asked

taichi dusted off his trackpants after kneeling down to rummage through his bag and you couldnt help but gawk at his height

‘im training early’

he answered

‘why? is it because you want to keep up with the others?’

you mumbled and he was surprised for a second but reverted back to his stoic expression

‘i have to make sure i am able to reach my seniors level for next year’

taichi turned away to grab a stray ball and you moved to go to the storage room for the ball cart

‘oi, what are you doing? go back to bed’

he said from the other side of the gym but you just looked back at him with a tired grin

‘meh, i want to spend time with you, senpai’

you reasoned

he shook his head before walking over to you then ruffled your hair

‘no wonder youre so tiny. you dont sleep enough and let your body grow’

yep that was the closest youve gotten to taichi joking with you

usually, hes training and when hes in the zone, nothing else has his attention but the ball

maybe thats why the others ahem goshiki has said that he was very scary

his game face was practically a mean face

basically you spent the entire training camp with them and then soon, you were going back to school

duh everyone hmm maybe not shirabu bc he most definitely read the school book of rules thought you would be going to shiratorizawa with them 

but you broke the news to them one afternoon and imagine the tears from both tendo and goshiki

‘WHHYYYY!!!!’

‘NOOO!!!!!’

‘why can’t you?’

semi asked and you were about to answer when shirabu beat you to it

‘the school doesnt allow late transfers’

oh right

the american school system was set in a different schedule than a japanese school system

it was considered the summer for them yet school already started a few months ago

since shiratorizawa was a very academically and physically prestigious school, they refused anyone who would potentially be late or behind their curriculum

‘so where ya headed to then, chibi?’

tendou pouted and you leaned against his arm

‘hmm some school named aoba johsai? i dont know its near my grannie’s so that’s all that mattered’

oh dear

USHIJIMA NO Y/N WILL NOT ASK TOORU TO GO TO SHIRATORIZAWA

they consider seijoh a rival bc theyve played against them practically in every prefecture tournament and they were worried for that infamous setter

‘ne, y/n-chan, promise us that you won’t be swept away by them! especially a guy named oikawa tooru!’

uhhh

well

tendou’s warning was kinda ignored bc you ended up being seijoh’s manager

hehe

surprise?

but they weren’t really really shocked tho bc they knew you liked volleyball so you would naturally be in the volleyball team

even as a manager

meanwhile in seijohhh

OooOOOoOoOooooo sEiJOOhHHHH~~~~~~

okay so you were actually registered under your father’s last name usui rather than the ushijima last name

therefore you werent exactly immediately known as HEY! USHIJIMA’S SISTER!

you still became the manager the way you did as mentioned in part 1 

and you still are their adorable baby manager

you were aware of their oikawa’s hatred for wakawaka so you try not to talk about him even though youre literally the closest person to him

was it traitorous? 

maybe

but you actually even help them when they practice

duh the boys are like eyebrow raise emoji 

‘wow youre really into volleyball, huh, manager-chan?’

matsukawa commented and you just smiled

‘hmm, my family likes it so ive picked up a thing or two’

LMAO

little do they know your brother is literally the best volleyball player around and is a member of the under 19 team and your father is a volleyball coach in america and would someday be someone iwaizumi hajime (19) would apprentice under

there was a lot of times you thought you would slip up like your home screen was of you and waka but youve been careful to cover it up

BUT

you cant always be sneaky

it was during the first day of the tournament and you were filling up their water bottles I SWEAR WHY IS MANAGER-CHAN ALWAYS FILLING UP WATER BOTTLES when you found a familiar bunch of boys at the end of the hallway just chatting

you havent seen tendou and the boys in so long so you placed the bottles down and rushed over there so quickly

‘TOMUTOMU!’

you shouted and the oddly-haired boy turned and he gasped before grabbing you into a large hug

this grabbed tendou’s attention and he cheered then hugged you too

your giggles and happy cheers were so infectous and they just absolutely missed you so much 

these tall boys were at a advantage so someone scooped you up and you were just affectionately being talked to and hugged and LKDSJFSLDFJ SO LUCKY SO LOVED

meanwhile

the plant babies were wondering where the heck you went to 

‘y/n-chan?! where is she?!’

oikawa panicked quickly while iwaizumi hit him to shut up

‘be quiet! you won’t find her if you’re too busy freaking out!’

‘ill find her’

matsukawa volunteered and they nodded, feeling at ease of him being capable to find you if you were in trouble

but when he returned empty-handed and with large eyes, they knew something was up

they ran behind mattsun to stop and copy his shocked expression at the sight in front of them

is that

you?

with

shi

ra

to

ri

za

wa

oh my god

‘y/n-chan!’

oikawa shouted, being the first to speak

you jumped and your own eyes widened

‘oh. oh no’

you mumbled

the others were so stunned and seijoh itself was so hard to make speechless but they were just shocked

period

‘what is happening’

iwaizumi mumbled

yea the others were just shocked period

‘hey guys’

you waved and you motioned them closer

‘uhh,,, well,,, um they are my friends’

you smiled uneasily and they could see that

‘aaand?’

oikawa signalled you to say everything bc he knew it wasnt the whole story

you sighed

‘ushi,,, jima is my brother’

you mumbled the last part

but they heard you

‘HAH?!’

you cringed and the shira boys were about to move to protect you but they saw you glare at them

‘what? what about it? hes my brother? and?’

you babbled

‘but,, why are you,, in seijoh? dont get me wrong! its just,, youd naturally go to shiratorizawa right?’

mattsun waved his hands around and asked the question thats bugging the team

‘i came to the country late’

‘THE COUNTRY?!’

well,,

turns out you havent exactly told them everything about you yet :/

even when youve cleared the air and introduced waka as your brother, seijoh still didnt say anything

they were stuck in this shocked and surprised moment even at the end of the day and when you went straight to the shiratorizawa team,

they watched with wide eyes as you laughed with goshiki and was jumping around with tendou

‘AH! TOMU! MY HAIR!’

‘TORI-SAN! SATORI-SAN! TAKE THAT!’

wow you were actually really beautiful when youre happy

‘i dont think ive seen her this happy with this much energy’

makki said and they nodded

it was true

you were usually calm and collected and was the perfect balance to this chaotic team

so seeing you so free and loose with them was so refreshing, even if it was with damn ushiwaka

you finally went back to the seijoh boys and they all sent glares to the violet team before sending you a smile

‘you ready to go, manager-chan?’

watari ruffled your hair before handing you your bag to start walking to the bus

‘yea. lets go home’

as you all walked, oikawa was already starting his tantrum

‘y/n-chan~! why aren’t you that happy around us? are we not enough for you?’

oikawa whined and pouted

but you just turned to smiled at him and stopped walking to pat his head

‘im not their manager, therefore im not pressured to act like anyone except as a friend and a spectator. but i try to be as professional as i can with you guys to make sure you dont appear bad to others. and you guys are perfectly chaotic enough, adding me into the mix will just about kill coach’

oikawa didnt seem satisfied though

‘but! thats not fair! they get to see you smile and i dont!’

iwaizumi growled at him to be quiet but you beat him to it

well

you smiled at tooru but your eyes shone maliciously

‘i knew you would act like this, oikawa-san. as punishment, i gave nii-chan your phone number. good luck avoiding him now’

oikawa screamed

a/n: AAWWWWW LETS NOT KILL COACH IRIHATA OKAY? HES LIKE OUR GRANPAPA AND PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE LEAVE OIKAWA ALONE WAKAWAKA-KUN!

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Meeting the Weasleys | Bill Weasley x Reader

Summary: The reconstitution of the Order of the Phoenix bring Bill back to England to help his family and others fight against Voldemort. Bill takes you along and you meet his family...who has no idea he has a girlfriend

Pairing: Bill Weasley x Reader

Word count: 1880

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Muggle transport sucked. Especially planes. Fascinating transportation system, but why must they take so long to get to places? Portkeys were much faster.

Usually, when going to his family home, Bill would use a portkey to the Burrow, but as the Weasleys had temporarily moved to the new Order of the Phoenix's headquarters, there was no point going there. There was also no portkey available to Grimmauld Place since it was a secret house.

A plane was the only option.

''You didn't tell your family you wouldn't be coming alone?!''

Bill slung his satchel bag over his shoulder, thankful for the extension charm. ''Erm, no. I wasn't going to announce to them that I have a girlfriend through a letter, it doesn't sound really serious.''

For that, he wasn't wrong.

''We can't just show up together on the doorstep, Bill.''

Suddenly, you started re-evaluating your decision to come to England and think it was a bad idea. It's not like you and Bill were old friends. You had never met his family. What if his mom was angry for not warning her he was bringing his girlfriend? Would this put you on her bad side?

Bill shrugged, seeing no issues. ''Why not? Mom won't mind. She'll be so happy to see me that she'll forget to be mad for not telling her about you. It'll be fine, Y/N.''

As you expected, it didn't go like Bill had planned. He was a fool to think he could trick his mother like that. Molly was furious.

At first, she was confused. Then, she thought Bill had brought a friend to help with the Order - they could always use more wizards and witches on their side. But, when he introduced you as his girlfriend, her mood changed and she started scolding his oldest for not telling her something so important - even swatted his arm with the spoon she was holding. Ouch.

Bill too had been surprised by his mother's reaction, having not been talked to in that tone since his teenage years.

''William Arthur Weasley, how could you do that? You disappear in Egypt for six years and come back with a surprise girlfriend and expect me to not get mad and act as if it's nothing important? How long have you been hiding this from us? I'm your mother, how could you hide this from me?'' her voice boomed through Grimmauld Place. It was like getting a real-life howler. Pretty scary.

Once Mrs. Weasley was finished, she turned to you, her facial expression completely changed, and smiled warmly. ''Sorry about that, dear. Some people have no manners and assumes they can't be scolded after leaving the nest.'' She narrowed her eyes at Bill. ''I'm Molly, Bill's mother...but I'm sure you've caught that already. What's your name?''

''Y/N,'' you introduced. ''I'm sorry for coming unnoticed. I kept telling Bill it wasn't a great idea.''

''Don't feel bad, it's all forgiven.'' The plump woman smiled warmly at you. ''Would you like some biscuits? I just took a batch out of the oven.''

.

After eating some biscuits in the kitchen and chatting a bit with Mrs. Weasley - Bill was trying to be forgiven -, you and Bill took your luggages upstairs and went to put everything away. There weren't a lot of rooms left - a lot of members of the Order had taken residency at Grimmauld Place -, but Mrs. Weasley had kept one for Bill. Ron was supposed to share with him, but now that you were there, Ron was going to have to move rooms. Sorry, Ron.

''I didn't think she would be that angry. If I has known, I-''

''Angry? She was furious, William!'' you interrupted as you entered the bedroom, finding it a complete mess. There was a trunk opened in the corner, quidditch magazines and wrappers on the nightstand, and dirty clothes everywhere. Bill's little brother was a messy person.

With a few whisks of his wand, Bill gathered Ron's stuff and put everything in his trunk - dirty or not - to make room for yours. In the end, the trunk struggled to fit everything, but with a little bit of magic, everything was possible. It might explode when Ron will open it, but it wouldn't be your problem then.

''I guess I overestimated myself.''

You started with your clothes, folding them neatly in the chest drawers and hung the jackets in the small wardrobe. There was an old smell floating in the room, but it was inevitable in a house this old.

While you did that, Bill reached for the toiletries items, frowning confusedly when he saw how many bottles of who-knows-what you had brought. What were they all for? Did you really need all of those?

''I...I thought she was going to hate] me because of that,'' you admitted, genuinely scared you were going to be one of those girlfriends that's hated by her future in-laws. All because Bill omitted to tell his mother about you.

Bill huffed a short laugh, but seeing how you were genuinely worried of so, he turned into a serious face and he came up to you, wrapping his arms around you from behind. ''That's very unlikely,'' he said, turning you around in his hold and tilting your chin up. ''My mom has no hatred in her body - except for the ones who harm her children. I promise she doesn't hate you.'' Bill kissed your temple, but his speech didn't convince you completely.

''Well, she was yelling. To me, yelling is not something positive.''

''At me. She was yelling at me,'' he corrected. ''But then, she offered you biscuits, didn't she?''

''She did.''

Food was how Molly showed affection and care. She loved to cook all sorts of meals and desserts to feed the ones she loved. If you were particularly kind with her, she might cook your favorite dish at supper.

''Let's finish unpacking so I can introduce you to the rest of the family.''

You nodded and slipped out of your boyfriend's hold. Hopefully it'll go better, this time.

.

When you left the bedroom, you ran into two boys of the same height and physique, which you recognized as the infamous twins. Bill had told you about all members of his family on the plane journey, but telling apart who was who was another story though.

They both hugged their brother - who was almost as tall as them -, having not seen each other in a while and, when Bill introduced you, they looked shocked.

''Girlfriend?'' Fred repeated, sounding surprised. He glanced at you mischievously. ''Have you slipped him a love potion?''

It was all jokes, but you didn't know their humor so you took him seriously.

''Excuse me?'' You were offended that they could think you did something like that. Slipping someone a love potion was vile and immoral. Plus, love potions only created infatuation, not love.

Beside you, Bill rolled his eyes and laughed lightly, which told you they were only joking. ''Is it that difficult to believe that I got a girlfriend? Last time I heard, you all agreed I was the coolest brother of the lot.''

''The coolest, perhaps, but not the most skilled in the flirting departement,'' Fred teased. ''I think I deserve that title.''

''It's just, our brother never brought a girl home before,'' George explained to you, feeling sorry for the misunderstanding. ''How did mom take it? Her oldest son taking a girl home, she must've been emotional.''

''She was thrilled-''

Thrilled wasn't the word you would've employed.

''He's lying. She hit him with a spoon,'' you corrected.

Bill nudged you. ''Y/N! You're supposed to be on my side.''

You shrugged.

''A spoon?'' Fred and George chorused. ''I thought it was only us who got the spoon.''

.

Next was Ginny and Ron, which you met at the dinner table.

Although she was the youngest, Ginny was the closest to Bill. There was a special bond between the two that made you smile fondly.

Farther into the kitchen, another ginger haired boy stood on his mother's heels, trying to steal something to eat. Upon hearing Bill's voice, he turned and joined his sister, but didn't fail to give you a confused look, having never seen you before. If he had, he would've remembered.

''Who are you?'' He took a bite of the bread he stole and Ginny elbowed him for being rude.

In response to Ron's question, Bill slid an arm behind you, grin on his lips and raised his eyebrows, waiting for his siblings to catch on. Since knowing him, you had learned that the eldest Weasley didn't like to make a big deal out of any news - counting having a girlfriend.

It didn't take long for a wide smile to spread on Ginny's face. ''Oh my Godrick! I was not expecting this when you said you were coming home. I'm so happy for you,'' she told Bill and then turned to you and introduced herself - although you already knew her name - and kindly asked for yours. ''Finally, I will no longer be the only girl among those boys. Why have you kept her a secret?''

''I did not-''

Ginny gave her brother a look. ''You didn't tell us. It's the same thing.''

''Maybe he didn't want you to steal her from him,'' Ron joked, making fun of his sister's excitement.

Ginny glared at him, about to say something back, but before she could, Molly called out that dinner was ready. A loud crack echoed and Fred and George aparated in the kitchen, sneaking on Molly and making her yelp.

''Just because you're allowed to do that doesn't mean you-''

''Do you need help, Mrs. Weasley?'' you offered.

Although Bill had promised his mother didn't hate you, being helpful would surely get you on her good side.

Molly smiled at you, thankful for the help. ''That would be very appreciated, dear. You take the soup and bread to the table. Don't forget to place a cloth underneath the stockpot or else it'll burn the wood of the table.''

You nodded and got to business.

While you were helping Molly, two men arrived in the kitchen. One of them had dark curly hair and the other had a walking stick. They introduced themself as Sirius Black and Remus Lupin. You had heard of the former in the newspaper, but didn't dare ask questions. You simply smiled at him politely.

''Where are the others?'' you asked Bill when you sat down beside him, looking at the kitchen's entrance thinking two more Weasleys would come in. ''I thought you had five brothers.''

''Charlie is in Romania working with dragons and Percy,'' Ginny paused, glancing at their mom in the kitchen, taking something out of the oven. ''He doesn't live with us anymore.''

Ginny didn't need to say more for you to sense that Percy was a sensitive subject for the family. Especially to Molly. You felt like there was more to it than him moving out, but didn't dare ask as it wasn't your businesses.

Thankfully, the subject was dropped fast enough and Ron and Fred started arguing about who would get the ladle first, only for Ginny to roll her eyes and take it before them. Once she was done, she gave it to you to purposely annoy her brothers, which got a complaint from Ron.

''It was my turn!''

#bill weasley #bill weasley x reader #Harry Potter #harry potter prompt #prompt #bill weasley prompt

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Getting Railed By Your Jealous Bf Ushijima After He Meets Your Childhood Ex (Who Wants You Back!)📱📞

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Birthday Event Req By @juminly :

So I was trying to request the following >.<: a NSFW Ushi drabble with f!reader. Ushi being triggered by jealousy or something that happened between f!reader and someone else? I initially wrote a few kinks and you could go ahead with whatever inspires you! [cockwarming, face-sitting, blowjob, mirror sex, bondage, dirty talk or anything else tbh... and soft!dom!ushi]

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A/N: I’m glad we overcame the technical difficulties for you to eventually send this req. hope you like it babes. I still have 2 more reqs from the event that shouldn’t take too long, thanks for being patient!

(NSFW 18+)

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Getting Railed By Your Jealous Bf Ushijima After He Meets Your Childhood Ex (Who Wants You Back!)📱📞

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Sooooooooo

It’s canon that Ushi is a very calm and collected bf

Your friends love him 💕

Your pet loved him 💕

And your family loves him

Or that’s what Ushi always thought...... until tonight.

You and Toshi went to your parents house for an elegant middle aged people dinner party they were throwing with all their friends from the neighborhood

Ushijima wore a suit and everything 💜💜💜 you wore in a beautiful green dress and small heels to match him

CUTIES

The dinner party was great: 🎶 classy , bougie, ratchet extremely classy haha 💎

Until.......

your parent’s best friends’ son—Jeremy—happened to be home too.

Actually , he surprised everyone, crashing the party unexpectedly

And he brought gifts🤨.

Making a huge entrance that had everyone screaming in delight and hugging him, Ushijima couldn’t help but feel a little jealous of the way your family fawned over your childhood friend

Your parents can’t help but gush over Jeremy, because they’ve always wanted you to marry him and move with him to America to study cosmetic surgery

In high school you two dated a little, but then you realized it was all for the benefit of your parents and you agreed to break up but remained distant friends

You were good with that , as you thought it was a mutual decision

But it wasn’t. Jeremy truly had feelings for you and they hadn’t stopped just because he moved away and finished med school

“These are for you, Y/N.” Jeremy smoothly handed you a bouquet of your favourite type of flowers

You hadn’t the heart to tell him your favourite type had changed since high school :S

“And Wakatoshi-san, I didn’t know you would be here. Apologies.” He shook his hand.

Ushijima’s face was hard. “I don’t know why I would not be.....?” He answered with a slight eyebrow raise, squeezing Jeremy’s hand right back.

Hose down that fire Y/N

Anyway, even though your parents like Ushi a lot, it was pretty obvious to you AND your boyfriend that both them + Jeremy’s parents never gave up hope that you two would one day get back together

Not to mention They were as subtle as elephants in a library

They got the fucking photo album, showing everyone including Ushijima pictures of you and Jeremy bathing together as babies and kissing before prom

SMFH!

“Oh, you live in Beverly Hills, now?” Your mom’s eyes sparkled at Jeremy as he showed her pictures of his mansion on his phone. “Y/N looooves that part of Los Angeles, don’t you, honey?”

You noticed Ushijima stiffen. He was thinking about the love of his life, you, living in LA in Jeremy’s ugly mansion and it pissed this Ace off.

You nodded slowly, giving your mom a warning glance. “Sure, when I was 15.”

“Hey Jeremy, your father told me last weekend that you know of bunch of players on the LA Rams?”

Jeremy nodded proudly. “Yes sir. A lot of their wives and mothers are patients of mine, so the starting line up usually sends me Christmas cards with season passes and signed memorabilia so that I up their women on the waiting lists. Whenever you’re in America and you’d like to go see a game, just let me know.”

You rolled your eyes at how loud your father exclaimed in joy. “I keep telling you to call me YF/N!” He clapped. “And that’s a real sport right there. Football, Baseball, Soccer. Everything else is a joke to real men.” Your father finished.

“DAD!” You chastised, stomping your foot under the table.

“What—?”

You glowered are him. “In case you FORGOT.....Ushijima happens to be a professional volleyball player.”

Your dad had clearly forgotten, trying to blubber out an apology. Ushijima interrupted him, putting a hand on yours to settle his furious girlfriend.

“That’s quite alright, sir. I took no offence to it.” Ushi was used to other men not recognizing volleyball as a manly sport—he is very confident so that didn’t bother him. Rather, what stung was the fact that your father had never asked Toshi to call him by his first name before, and you two had been dating for three years.

To your dismay, Yours and Jeremys parents continued to say annoying shit like that all night

Jeremy loved it 🙄

You hated it, and defended your man at any chance you got

Ushijima stayed silent through it all, trying to calm you down actually.

Like I said he’s confident and not easily shaken

He only had had enough when the conversation changed to Jeremy’s explanation of liking his life and his career but it all never seeming good enough because of “the one that got away” and how “she seems happy in a relationship now” but “he would do anything to get her back”

Meanwhile he’s sneaking heartfelt glances at you 🤬🤬🤬🤢

Your mother and father were doting, looking at you and eachother as if to say “come onnnnn Y/N give him another chance”

Ushijima picked up on it all.

At one point during Jeremy’s explanation of ‘the one that got away’ you stuck your finger down your throat to make a gagging noise childishly

YOUR PARENTS WERE NOT HAPPY LMAO

anyway, at the end of the night you said bye to everyone..... and Jeremy asked to speak to you in private on the empty porch

Ushijima watched with a locked jaw by the car, leaning on it so he could stare openly

He was justly heated as he watched the conversation (but couldn’t hear anything) happening on the porch at night

He witnessed Jeremy write down what had to be his number and hold it in front of you for you to take

You hesitated, not sure if you should take it just to avoid causing more waves with both parents or to stomp on his foot

Luckily you didn’t need to do either because Ushijima had silently stormed over in a millisecond, whisking the paper from Jeremy’s hand, staring at his number written on the paper before crumbling it and throwing it over his shoulder.

“She doesn’t need it. Goodnight, Jeremy.”

Ushi grabbed your hand and walked you to the car angry af, you had to jog in your heels to keep up with him

This man was maaad and silent the whole way home, thinking about how everyone seems to be so sure that your ex could have given you a better life

He still held your hand the entire drive though, so clearly he wasn’t mad at you ❤️

He hated that everyone liked this Jeremy better all because he went down the conventional path to success:

Hadn’t Toshi paid for everything? Hadn’t Toshi massaged your feet? Hadn’t Toshi made you extremely happy? Hadn’t they seen how you were treated? Did you believe someone could do better?

Nonsense.

Toshi knew that he was the BEST boy and that no one could dare love you more or treat you better....... and you tended to agree

But Toshi needed to hear you say it.

He needed to feel it, too.

Upon arriving at yours & Toshi’s gorgeous modern home:

Toshi hurriedly closed the door

you hadn’t even fully taken off your heels yet when you felt your boyfriend pressed himself against you from behind, lifting your dress up and rubbing his long hard cock print on your pantied pussy lips as you bent over

You moaned and started to get wet immediately

“Take off the panties.” He ordered.

you did obviously 😭 almost tripped with how fast you did it

Horny bish lol

Your boyfriend then picked you up in his strong arms and walked a few steps into the foyer, placing you so your ass was sitting on the 7th marble stair. He knelt down in between your legs and spread them while you sat on the staircase

He squeezed your ass in his large hands and dove into your pussy with his lips then tongue, immediately skipping the gentle licks... and tongue fucking your entrance into oblivion

His tongue was wet, strong and needy and fuck you choked on your own cries

You threw your head back, already screaming Ushi’s name

“Mmm scream my name just like that. Let everyone hear who you belong to.” He paused tongue fucking you to order.

you shuddered as you felt his warm breath on your clit and Ushi expertly enclosed his mouth around your sopping cunt, French kissing your clit into his mouth and sucking on it like a tiny lollipop

You tugged on his hair and screamed his name louder, feeling your interior walls clench

Once your legs started shaking because you were about to fall over the edge, Ushi picked you up again, making you wrap your legs around his waist

Toshi bent down quickly to empty his pockets which consisted of his keys, wallet, and his phone, placing it where you were just sitting when he was eating you out

Ushiwaka pressed your back against the wall beside the staircase.....

He held your entire body weight with one arm as he leaned in to kiss your neck, using his other hand to unbuckle his belt and kick his pants off

When he was freed & nude, he asked you kindly if you were ready and once you nodded he put one of his feet on the sixth stair, the other on the fifth, then thrusted deep into your soaking heat

He wasted no time in pounding you into the wall, the slight pain of the hard wall and your boyfriend’s hard dick somehow heightening the pleasure factor

Ushijima took both of your wrists in his gigantic hand and locked them above your head as he gave you nice and deep thrusts the way you both like it

“So fucking wet. All because of me, correct? I’m the only one who makes your pussy drip like this.”

Your pussy answered:💧 💧💧💧💧💧💧💧

Your vaginal walls squeezed around his dick and you bit his shoulder because the pleasure disallowed you to speak and Ushi groaned out

“Say. This. Tight. Pussy. Is. Mine.” He grunted as he circled his hips a bit while pounding, his voice grave.

Toshi picked up the pace as your soaking wet walls clenched around him even more from his dirty talk.

“Say. Who. This. Pussy. Belongs. To. Beautiful.”

You were being fucked too well, you couldn’t speak, you could only moan ... like usual

But your boyfriend wasn’t having any of that tonight.

He let go of your captive wrists and held you with both hands again, stepping downstairs and stopping in front of the large mirror in your foyer, turning so that only you could see yourself poking over his large shoulder, along with your boyfriend’s fine juicy ass and back calf muscles 🤤

Ushi grabbed the back of your neck (not enough to hurt) but just enough so that your head was up and you were looking at yourself in the mirror. He began to fuck you again, getting nice and deep in your pussy as he made you bounce on his dick in his arms

“Are you seeing yourself?” He laughed sexily. “Getting dumb-fucked, Princess? Whose dick are you taking, Y/N?” Wakatoshi groaned as your pussy clenched around him even more. He could tell you were about to cum and that he wouldn’t be long after. But he needed to hear you say something first.

“Who is your first choice, Y/N? Who fucks you like this every night? Who’s dick can you never get enough of? Me? Or Him?”

In your stupor, you watched yourself in the mirror: Toshi’s delectable ass flexing as he pushed in and out of you, feeling his strong hand gripping your neck. You weren’t a big talker during sex and bae knew that, but the amazing feeling of this angry jealous sex was too much, his big dick felt too fucking good..... and one particularly hard thrust from him that grazed your g-spot in the besssst way gave you the energy to cry out;

“YOU, TOSH. FUCK THAT JEREMY, HE COULD NEVER FUCK ME LIKE YOU DO. OR TAKE CARE OF ME LIKE YOU DO. I DON’T WANT OR NEED ANYONE ELSE BUT YOU. YOU’RE THE BEST BOY WITH THE BEST DICK. NO ONE CAN EVEN C-COME CLOSE TO YOU. YOU —OH, OH, OH MY GOD, I’M GONNA—“

Wakatoshi let go of your neck, landing soft kisses on your neck while he returned to gripping your ass with both hands now, sliding you up and down his long, hard, soaking wet dick from your juices.

It felt so fucking good 😩

“That’s right princess. I’ve heard enough, baby. I knew it: I just needed to hear you say it. Now cum for me.”

when you did, you made sure to scream out all the praises you always told toshi when you weren’t getting fucked, making him feel like a King, reassuring him that your mind, body, and soul belonged to him and NO ONE else.

Wakatoshi found his release soon after from your pussy but also from your words, shooting his thick cum up inside you for you to take as he caressed your back and whispered how much he loved you in your ear.

Then, as you laid limp in his arms, he left his cock to stay warm inside you and went back to the stairs, fully prepared to go head up and bathe you, then put you to bed.

But as he passed the sixth step, though, Toshi bent down to pick up his keys, wallet and phone that he’d set there.

As you fell asleep on his shoulder, Ushi grinned at his phone screen, pressing send to the voicemail message he’d just recorded.

Whoops 😏 must have accidentally butt-dialed someone before fucking you and left a long message by accident

😕ohno😕

With a photographic memory, it wasn’t difficult for the Ace to remember such a plastic surgeon’s phone number when Ushi saw it on the note.....

And Toshi could explain to you how sorry he was that he’d accidentally dialed it before railing you to sleep on the stairs and in the foyer

But truth be told, your boyfriend’s only real regret would be not being able to see the look on Jeremy’s face when he listened to it on his flight back home.

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[my-unmanageable-mischief]

Truth or Dare

For the Anon who requested : Hey! Could I request a fic where Harry has a cute puppy love on this popular, pure-blood Slytherin reader? Maybe her friends set the reader up to play with Harry and break his heart in like a bet but then y/n starts actually liking him?? 

Harry Potter x Slytherin!Reader

You took a swig of fire whiskey, before passing it to your dorm mate who took a gulp between giggles. It was your first night back at Hogwarts and you and your dormmates were celebrating with drinks and games; truth or dare of course. 

“Okay, okay, it’s Y/N’s turn. Truth or dare?” Your roommate asked and you smirked, leaning back on your elbows. 

“Dare.” 

“OoooOOoo,” They all sang, giggling and leaning on each other for support, you rolled your eyes but joined in on the giggling. 

“Alright, I got one!” Your best friend spoke up with a sinister grin, and you knew that look. You didn’t like that look. 

“Oh no,” 

“I dare you,” She paused for dramatic effect, “To pretend to date Potter!” Everyone broke out into hysterics at that. 

“A Gryffindor!” One of the girls hollered, spitting out her mouth full of firewhiskey, “Brilliant!” 

“Come on,” You complained, “That’s mean.”

“Everyone knows he likes you,” Your best friend grinned, “He doesn’t ever stop staring at you, just ask him out. Date him for a week, then break his heart.” 

“Make it a month.” One of the girls countered. “Let him get really into it, then just tell him it was a prank.” You frowned feeling slightly bad. You might’ve been a bitch, but you weren’t evil. And your friend was right, everyone knew Harry Potter, the boy who lived, had a huge crush on you. You thought it weird he was in love with a Slytherin girl, but you were pretty and popular amongst all the houses, even the Gryffindors didn’t find you terribly obnoxious. But this was too far. 

“No,” 

“You can’t say no, you picked dare.” You groaned, accepting the bottle when it made it’s way back to you. You drank from it, allowing it to burn at your throat. 

“Fine but only a week.”

“A month.” 

“Two weeks!” You argued.

“Three, and you have to snog him!” You handed the bottle to someone else and laid back on the floor, looking to the ceiling. 

“You’re terrible.” It wasn’t that you disliked Potter, you had nothing against the boy, but you definitely didn’t want to date him, let along snog the bloke. He wasn’t ugly or anything, just not your type. Besides, he had barely ever spoken a word to you. Whenever you were in his presence he became a stammering mess, three weeks of that sounded like torture. 

“Fine.” 

“Do it tomorrow.” 

“Okay, okay, fine!” And with that, your deal was set in stone. 

The next morning you and your friends sat huddled at the Slytherin table, whispering to each other. 

“Do it now,”

“No way, I can’t just go up and be like, ‘oi potter care to be my boyfriend?’ He won’t buy it.” You argued, fidgeting nervously, brushing your hair behind your ear. You looked over at the group of Gryffindors and caught Potter staring at you for the millionth time, he immediately dropped his gaze going beet red. All your friends saw the exchange and grinned. 

“Yes you could.” 

“You could probably do that with any guy in this room, Y/N.” You sighed. 

“Go ask him to the first Hogsmeade weekend, then ask him out there.” You whined, shaking your head. 

“But that’s in two weeks from now!” 

“You don’t need to talk to him until then, you go to Hogsmeade, confess your undying love, and ask him out. Easy peasy.” Your friend nudged you, “Go ask now.” The girls began to chant go, and just to shut them up you stood from the table, straightening your uniform before glaring at them all. 

“Fine.” You walked to the end of the Slytherin table, past Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, and then turned down the aisle for Gryffinor, confidently walking towards the middle of the table. Some people turned to look at you, wondering why you were over this way. You got to Harry’s group and the girl, Hermione, looked up at you surprised. Next Weasley and Potter’s head turned, looking at you. You smiled sweetly and pointed to the seat beside Harry. 

“Is this taken?” 

“N-No.” He answered, flushing deeply. You sat down on the bench and smiled again at the group.

“How was your summer?” You asked him and he gawked at you. Weasley mouthed, ‘close your mouth’ at Harry and he slammed it shut, nodding his head vigorously. 

“It was good. Alright. I’m glad to be back though.” You nodded your head, twirling a lock of hair around your finger as you leaned on the table. 

“Yeah, me too!” He opened his mouth a few times before nodding his head and looking at anything besides you. You swallowed a laugh and rested your head on your hand, peering at him. 

“Any plans for the first Hogsmeade trip yet?” You asked and he shook his head, looking at you with wide eyes. “Do you want to go with me?” You asked. He looked gobsmacked, and you suddenly felt guilty. This was cruel, but a dare was a dare. 

“With you?” He repeated. 

“Like a date?” Weasley asked, hanging onto every word of the conversation. You giggled slightly and nodded your head. 

“Yeah, a date!” 

“O-Okay!” He squeaked. You nodded your head, smiling at him before standing back up again,

“Brilliant,” You spoke, “I’ll see you later.” 

“Yes,” As you walked away you saw Weasley reach across the table, patting Harry on the shoulder in congratulations. 

“Good one mate!” You smirked to yourself and kept walking. 

The two weeks flew past, and on Saturday morning you woke up early, getting ready for Hogsmeade. You picked out a cute outfit and a light jacket since it was just starting to cool down, and you applied some light makeup for fun. When your friends left you went with them, but hung back in the entrance to wait for Harry as they all kept walking. You were looking at the ground, kicking a rock around slightly as you waited when the boy approached you. 

“Hello, Y/N,” You looked up and smiled. 

“Hiya, Harry,” He glanced over you and flushed, lifting a hand to fix his glasses that were slipping down his nose and you smiled again. “Alright?” 

“I’m good,” He assured, nodding his head vigorously. “You look stunning, by the way.” You grinned, pushing yourself off from your spot leaning on the wall. 

“Thank you, you’re sweet. Are you ready to go?” He nodded his head again, eagerly. Harry didn’t speak much as you walked down the pathway towards the little town. You were finding it hard to strike up conversation with him as well, he wasn’t giving you much. You could tell he was nervous by the way he kept fidgeting awkwardly. 

“Where do you want to go first?” He asked and you hummed thoughtfully, shrugging. 

“I’m not too picky, maybe Honeydukes? I could use some chocolate, the stuff I brought at the start of term is already almost gone.” You admitted and he managed to chuckle.

“Is chocolate your favorite?” 

“Oh yes, you know us ladies, we love the stuff.” You joked, nudging him slightly, trying to get him to loosen up. 

“Which is your favorite?” He asked, genuinely curious. You weren't used to talking to boys who were ever genuinely curious in what you had to say. 

“Honeydukes Peanut Butter Chocolate bars are the absolute best. Anything with chocolate and peanut butter is good in my book!” He chuckled again and you smiled up at him, watching him blush once more. He did that a lot. You reached Hogsmeade and took Harry’s arm, confidently steering him towards Honeydukes. Together you entered the bustling building, which must have currently held half of Hogwarts. You grabbed a basket and began to load it up with goodies. Chocolate bars and chocolate frogs, even a few licorice wands and sugar quills. Harry watched you, following you around like a puppy the entire time. 

“Don’t you want anything?” You asked, glancing over your shoulder. He shook his head and smiled. 

“No my- a family friend gave me a bunch of stuff before I came back, I still have plenty.” You smiled and nodded your head before glancing over your basket. 

“I think I’ve gotten enough to hold me over until the next trip.” He smiled back at you and nodded his head, gesturing towards the payment line. You made idle chat as you waited, and when you got to the counter you both reached for your coin purses.

“You’re not paying for my chocolate,” you scoffed, giggling, “It’s fine,” 

“Please,” He shoved your hands away from the counter, “It’s a- a date. A gentleman should pay.” You were slightly surprised by his boldness, not expecting it. Maybe he was warming up. 

“You don’t have to pay, you’re already being a gentleman.” Harry smiled at you but simply continued to count out the amount you owed, handing it over and taking the bag for you, refusing to hand it over. “So you’re carrying my things for me now, too?” You smirked and he chuckled. 

“Yes, ma’am,”

“Please, ma’am is my mother.” You joked and he snickered again as he led you back out of the still busy store. Next you went to Quality Quidditch Supplies so Harry could look for a pair of gloves. You didn’t care much for Quidditch but you found it interesting to look around at all the gear you didn’t understand, and you enjoyed seeing Harry excited, it was endearing. He tried to explain the rules to you, grinning, and you could tell it was something he was very passionate about. 

“Want to go to the Three Broomsticks?” He asked, “We can get butterbeers and chat more?” You nodded your head and began walking with him in that direction. 

“Sure, just don’t try and get me drunk,” You teased, he flushed for the first time in over an hour, shaking his head wildly. 

“I would never!” 

“I know, Harry, I’m only teasing you.” You promised and he relaxed slightly. “You’re a gentleman, remember.” He nodded, offering you his arm with a flourish as you walked. 

“M’lady,” 

“Kind sir,” You chuckled, taking his arm as you entered the dimly lit and slightly smoky tavern. You found an empty table in the corner and sat down, taking off your jacket as Harry sat across from you. Madam Rosmerta came up to your table and you ordered two butterbeers before she whisked away again to go and retrieve them. You continued your earlier conversation about Quidditch until your drinks arrived, you took a large sip and sighed. 

“Oh this hits the spot.” 

“It always does,” He agreed, sipping his own and coming away with a foam mustache. You giggled and reached over, wiping it off with your thumb and a smirk. “Thank you,” He muttered, looking down at his drink with bright red cheeks. 

“Of course.” You smiled, before swallowing thickly. Now was your shot. “I have to ask you something.” He looked up nervously. 

“Yes?” 

“Do you want to go out with me?” 

“Like,” Harry paused, “Like boyfriend/girlfriend?” He asked skeptically and you nodded your head. 

“Exactly like that.”  He looked around the room in shock and for a moment you thought he might actually turn you down, you grew nervous. 

“I would really like that, yeah.” You smiled and took another sip of butterbeer, winking at him over the rim of your mug. 

“Alright, brill.” 

You spent a lot of time with Harry over the next week, mostly at the bequest of your friends who demanded you, ‘made it look real’. Not that you minded too much, Harry was growing on you, and his company wasn’t bad. You studied together in the library a lot, chit chatting about nothing in particular. It was one of those times, you were seated on the same side of the table, giggling to yourself when a group of Hufflepuffs glared at you, shushing you for the third time.  Harry looked at them apologetically. 

“Maybe we should go,” He stated and you felt your face fall slightly. You were enjoying yourself. “We can go back to my common room?” He offered, brushing his hand gently over the back of yours. 

“You’re sure they won’t riot? A snake in the lion's den.” He chuckled, shaking his head and beginning to pack up. 

“Nah, you’ll be fine. It’s you after all,” You frowned. 

“What does that mean?” He seemed to realize what he said and shook his head. 

“Nothing! Nothing bad, just, everyone likes you, like, everyone. So no one will mind if you’re there.” He assured, and you relaxed, smiling. “Besides, you’re my girlfriend, you should be allowed in my common room, people bring in students from other houses all the time. No biggie.” Harry loved calling himself your boyfriend, it was almost like he had to remind himself every so often, that you were, in fact, his girlfriend. You felt guilty again, but tried to swallow it down. Harry carried both of your bags as you made your way up to Gryffindor tower, he spoke the password and you smirked. 

“Now I can sneak in, give you a haircut while you sleep.” He chuckled, holding the portrait open for you. 

“Please don’t,” 

“Harry!” Ron called from a sofa near the fireplace, and Harry put a hand on your back as he led you over. You were going to hang out with his friends?

“You brought Y/N,” Hermione spoke, smiling softly, “Good, sit down,” You and Harry took a seat in the only free seat, an armchair and you glanced at him. You hadn’t really been this close together yet, your bodies touching as you sat close together in the chair. 

“How are you?” Hermione asked politely, closing her book and setting it aside, Ron simply looked at you and Harry, smirking slightly. 

“I’m alright,” You nodded, feeling slightly out of place, which wasn’t a feeling you got often. “Starting to get more and more homework, they’re not holding back this year are they?” You asked and she smiled sympathetically, nodding. 

“Not at all, but it’s for our benefit,”

“How so? I won’t be of any benefit if I’m dead from stress.” Harry chuckled and Ron groaned. 

“Don’t get her started on how important preparing for the NEWTs are, please, Y/N, I already got the speech once today,” You smirked slightly, looking at Hermione who glared at Ron. You couldn’t help but wonder if they dated as well, but you decided not to ask. The three of them chatted and you occasionally joined in, Harry kept glancing at you, and you’d smile slightly everytime he did. You still felt awkward and out of place amongst your boyfriend, fake boyfriend’s friends. Eventually it got late, and you yawned, leaning slightly more into Harry as he continued to argue with Ron about the best Quidditch team, and who had the best chance at the world cup this year. 

“Sleepy?” Harry asked you, hesitantly putting an arm around around your shoulder. You enjoyed the comfort of it more than you were willing to admit to yourself in that moment. 

“A bit.” 

“Let me walk you back to your common room,” You shook your head as the boy got up. 

“No, Harry, no point in your walking to the other end of the castle and back, I’m a big girl, I can make it.” He shook his head back at you, smiling and offering you his hand. 

“Humor me,” You sighed and took the outstretched hand, allowing him to pull you into a standing position. 

“Fine, goodnight Hermione, Ron.” They both said goodnight to you, and Harry led you by your hand to the exit of the common room, swinging the portrait hole open. You walked, hands linked, in comfortable silence to the dungeons. When you got to the entrance of the Slytherin common room, you stopped, turning to him but not releasing his hand. 

“This is my stop, Thank you,” You grinned. 

“Of course,” He assured you, eyes going from your eyes to his lips. You watched him, tilting your head slightly and wondering if he had the guts to kiss you. It had been a week after all. Harry brushed a piece of your hair behind your ear and gazed down at you, and you found yourself hoping he would muster up the courage. 

“Y/N?” 

“Yes, Harry?” 

“May I kiss you?” He asked and you nodded your head slightly. The hand that had brushed your hair back, moved to your cheek, cupping it gently. He pulled you slightly closer before leaning down to gently press his lips to yours. It was sweet and gentle and before you knew it, it was over. He pulled back, blinking his eyes open and you giggled releasing his hand. 

“Goodnight,” You whispered.

“Goodnight, Y/N,” 

A week and a half later, and several kisses later, you were four days from the end of your bet, and you found yourself dreading Monday. You didn’t want to hurt Harry, you’d grown to enjoy his company, and once he got over how nervous you made him he was sweet and funny and lovely to be around. You were wandering the castle together, late at night, past curfew, and you were surprised by how willing Harry was to break some rules. You hadn’t seen each other in a few days, busy with class and school work, so he had suggested your little midnight rondevu. 

You were walking aimlessly, holding hands and talking about your week. Harry nudged you and you smirked up at him. 

“What?” He asked, laughing. 

“Oh nothing,” 

“No tell me,” 

“I’m just surprised is all,” You admitted. 

“About what?” 

“You. You’re not exactly what I thought you’d be.” He frowned. 

“In a bad way?” You shook your head and squeezed his hand tightly. 

“No, in a good way. I never expected you to be the sneak out late to see your girlfriend type.” He smirked down at you, nudging you back. 

“I’m full of surprises.” You smiled, swinging your hands playfully as you walked. At the end of the corridor a cat appeared suddenly, it’s eyes illuminated by the torch light. 

“Mrs. Norris!” You whispered loudly, yanking on Harry, “Come on,” Harry allowed you to lead him in the opposite direction, but the sound of footsteps were quickly approaching so you ducked into the first broom cupboard you saw, pulling Harry in with you and shutting the door quietly. 

“What if he checks?” Harry asked, eyes wide. You smacked a hand over his mouth hissing out a ‘shh’. The cupboard was tiny, and you were practically pressed against Harry fully, and you were shaking mildly. You played a senero over in your head; Filch finding you, owling your parents, telling them you had been found, after hours, alone, with Harry Bloody Potter in a broom cupboard. They would kill you. Harry felt you shaking and wrapped you into a hug, pulling you against his chest. You wanted to push him away, but you found it too comforting, so you wrapped your own arms around him, resting your head on his chest and closing your eyes tight. 

The footsteps came down the hallway quickly, and came closer and closer to you. You held your breath. Then they went directly past you, and continued on down the corridor. You let out the breath you had been holding and felt the tension leave your body. Harry rubbed a hand over your arm, kissing the top of your head. 

“We’re alright, Y/N.” He promised and you pulled back just far enough to look at him, smiling softly. Your faces only inches apart. Harry gazed down at you, openly adoringly. That’s one of the things you liked about him, how open he was in liking you. Most boys you had dated before barely even tolerated you; they just wanted to be able to say they were dating a pretty popular girl. They didn’t like you. 

Harry smiled, pressing his forehead against yours and you leaned in to give him a small kiss. When you pulled back he was blushing again. 

“Will you ever stop blushing?” You teased lightly, brushing his curls from his face. 

“No probably not, you make me blush.” He leaned in and kissed you again hesitantly, but you kissed back immediately. Right when you thought he might deepen the kiss he pulled back, blushing furiously. 

“S-Sorry.” 

“Why are you sorry?” 

“I don’t want you to think I’m trying to take advantage of you.” You giggled, pulling his head down again. 

“You’re not. I’m taking advantage of you,” You promised jokingly. Harry laughed against your lips, trailing his fingers over your sides as he kissed you. You felt his tongue tease at your lip curiously, and you began to wonder if he had ever snogged a girl before. You parted your own lips slightly, poking your own tongue out to meet his. Harry’s hands on your waist tightened. He opened his mouth more, pressing his tongue into your mouth as he began to explore- you allowed him. He tested the waters, and you occasionally ran your tongue over his. You didn’t know how long you stood there kissing but he eventually pulled back, smirking lightly down at you. 

“You’re... good at that.” You almost made a joke about how practice makes perfect but thought better of it. 

“Thank you, you’re a quick learner.” He frowned slightly before giving you a lopsided smile. 

“It’s obvious I haven’t done this before?” 

“I just figured,” You admitted. Usually boys who snogged a lot were much quicker to the draw. 

“Sorry,”

“Don’t apologize to me Harry, I’m glad I was your first proper kiss.” He moved his hands from your body and took your hands in his, lifting them to his mouth as he peppered the back of your hands with kisses. 

“Let me walk you back to your common room, make sure you get there safe.” You nodded your head. That was Harry, that’s what you liked about him. 

“How’d the break up go?” Your friend asked, plopping down on your bed beside you with a wide grin, you had been avoiding all of your friends for the past three days. You didn’t look up from your charms essay. 

“I haven’t done it.” you admitted, and her eyes widened. 

“What? Why? The dare was over three days ago!” You shrugged your shoulders, flushing deeply. “What?” You friend repeated, “Oh, Y/N, don’t tell me...” She placed a hand over her mouth, eyes wide. 

“I’m not going to break up with him.” You shrugged again, refusing to look at the other girl. 

“You like him!” She gasped.

“I’ve definitely started to,” You admitted, putting your quill down, rubbing your hands over your face. “I don’t want to hurt him, I don’t want to... stop seeing him.” She nodded slightly.

“But he’s a Gryffindor.”

“He’s a lot more than just his house,” You argued and she looked at you skeptically. 

“Are you sure?” You nodded. “Then don’t.” You both smiled smally at each other but then her face grew serious. “But I would tell him about the dare, if I were you, it’ll come out eventually. You don’t want that to happen.” Your face went blank. 

“Is that a threat?” 

“No.” She assured you seriously, “But it’s true.” And you knew she was right. Damn her. 

“I’ll go... find him now.” She patted your shoulder, and offered you a reassuring look. 

“Goodluck.” 

You went to Gryffindor tower and waited nervously outside the portrait hole until you saw a familiar face approaching. 

“Hi Neville.” 

“Hello Y/N, alright?” You nodded. 

“Can you do me a favor, can you ask Harry to come out?” He smiled.

“Of course.” He disappeared into the common room and you went back to waiting nervously. A few moments later and Harry came out, grinning widely. 

“Hey, Y/N,” He saw your face, and your nervous demeanour and stopped. “What’s wrong?” 

“Can we talk?” You asked, offering him your hand. He took it and nodded his head, eyes worried. 

“Of course.” You led him down the corridor finding a small nook you could tuck yourselves into for some privacy. “What’s wrong?” He asked again and you sighed, looking down at your entwined hands. You didn’t want to tell him, you didn’t want to see the look of hurt on his face when you admitted your relationship started on a bet. All you could do was hope he understood that it was no longer that way, and that you had fallen for him. 

“I need to tell you something, it’s going to hurt you and I am very sorry.” He nodded his head, trying to get you to look at him but you couldn’t. “You’re going to be cross with me, just know I really really like you, Harry.” 

“You’re breaking up with me?” He asked in a breathy whisper and you shook your head no. 

“No, I’m not. But you might want to break up with me.” 

“Tell me, Y/N, please.” You took a deep steadying breath and finally looked at him with tears in your eyes. 

“On the first day of the year, my dormmates and I were playing truth or dare.” You decided to get directly to the point, “They... they knew you liked me. A lot. Everyone did. They dared me to ask you out.” You watched as his face fell, a look of horror overcoming him. “I was supposed to date you for three weeks, and then break up with you- but I can’t. I told them I can’t, Harry. I like you too much. I don’t want to break up with you, I am so so sorry.” You were crying. His face went blank.

“It was a dare?” 

“At first! Just at first, but you’re so kind, and good to me, and handsome, and sweet. You’re such a gentleman, I’ve never met a boy like you, let alone dated one. 

“A dare.” He repeated and you tried to take his hand again but he yanked it away. “Don’t.” 

“I’m sorry,”

“I don’t want to hear it.” The look of hurt on his face was too much for you and your shoulders shook with tears. “How could you do that to someone?” He asked angrily and you winced. 

“I didn’t want to, I told them I didn’t want to hurt you, but a dare was a dare.” Harry stood up suddenly, looking down at you. He was sad and angry and you couldn’t blame him. 

“And what? Now I’m supposed to just believe you’ve changed your mind?” He asked and you nodded and shrugged. 

“I won’t blame you if you don’t. But it’s the truth. I like you Harry. A lot. I don’t want to lose you.” He shook his head and turned, walking a few steps away before stopping. He turned to look at you, once more, before turning again and he was gone. You sat for another few minutes crying pathetically to yourself before you got up and made your way back to your dorm, locking yourself in the bathroom for hours. You really screwed up this time. 

Over a week had passed and Harry hadn’t spoken to you. He barely even looked at you, and you were miserable. You sat in the great hall not eating, just pushing your peas around with a fork.  You looked like shit, you’re usually effortless demeanour was crushed and you were hurting badly. You looked up across the room to Gryffindor door table and made eye contact with him. He held your gaze until you looked down, wiping furiously at your eyes. You couldn’t cry in front of all of these people.  

You kept your head down, your hair forming a curtain from the world as you continued playing with your food. Misery didn’t suit you. A few moments later someone cleared their throat behind you and you didn’t move. 

“Y/N,” they spoke and you jumped slightly, recognizing the voice. You turned and saw Harry standing there, he looked down at you sadly. 

“Harry.” You croaked out. He stood there for a moment before he moved, leaning down and pressing a searing kiss to your chapped lips. When he pulled back you looked at him with wide eyes, mouth slightly open. “Wha-”

“I believe you,” He stated, eyes warm. He was looking at you like he used to. “I needed time, but I miss you too much. I believe you, and if you are willing, I want you to still be my girlfriend.” Your eyes welled again. You stood up from the bench and wrapped your arms around him, resting your head on his chest. 

“I would love that.” He rubbed your back and a few nearby students, including your friends clapped and laughed, whooping. You were never ever playing truth or dare again.

#Harry Potter #harry potter x reader #harry potter x you #harry potter x y/n #harry potter x slytherin!reader #slytherin #gryffindor

[jadedxrealityw]

-Rush- Draco Malfoy x Female Reader

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  Summary: After a failed relationship you and Draco lost contact only to be reconnected when you take a job at the Ministry Of Magic. Emotions begin to resurface as you both realize that even after all the time that has passed you still both are deeply in love with each other

  Kody: The song this image is based off of. Lewis Capaldi - Rush ft. Jessie Reyez. I also changed the backstory for a couple of characters, mostly about what happened after the wizarding war.  

  Year: out of school

  House: Gryffindor (out of school)

  Possible Triggers/Warnings: fat angst, cursing, lowkey toxic Draco

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   high school sweethearts, that was what you were. What you used to be.

   it was a normal day when Draco said he wanted to end things, going on a whole rant about how you weren’t safe with him and you deserved so much more than what a death eater could bring you. Despite all of your reassurances that you would take the risk his mind was made up.

   his parents were pressuring him to give you up. His father repeating that no son of his would date some Gryffindor half blood, but you were much more than that to him. You shared his passions and interests, listened to him when he needed a ear to talk off about Alchemy or offered your shoulder to cry on.

   it was the one thing he stood his ground for. You. One night while he was quietly, but with haste packing clothes into a small trunk because he was planning on apparating to your house and run away with you his aunt Bellatrix had caught him in the act.

   she, in a very threatening tone told her nephew that the dark lord knew of his little Gryffindor girlfriend and if he wanted to see you unharmed he would be a good boy and listen to orders when he’s given them. His whole world came crashing down. He could take the chance and run with you anyway. He really wanted to.

   but then you would never live a comfortable life. Being on the run constantly was not what he planned when he gave you a silver ring when you were both 15 with a promise he would replace it with a wedding band in the future. Now he would never get to see you walk down the aisle. 

   so he distanced himself from you as much as he could until the breakup, so it wouldn’t hurt as much. It still did.

    ‘The space between where our ends meet, Has grown too much for me to block it out’

   you left his dorm that day in tears. His body almost leaped forward to chase after you, but his mind knew better. If losing you meant he could protect you from the dangers his life brought as a Malfoy, then by all means. He had to let you go. Doesn’t mean it was easy.

   he never really saw you again after that. He chalked it up to his mind blocking you out if you ever were in his line of sight, like some sort of defense his brain put up to avoid any more hurt. Once the ‘final battle’ came around he decided that he wouldn’t let his father control his life anymore.

   he aided the golden trio by tossing his wand to Harry once he fell out of Hagrid’s arms and with that it was over instantly. His mother and him were charged for war crimes, but Hermione and Harry ended up speaking on their behalves and all charges were dropped.

   his father was sent to Azkaban for the rest of his days and for once Draco felt at peace with his father being so far away, no longer having the ability to control him. Harry almost immediately got a job at the ‘Ministry Of Magic’ as well as Hermione. 

   after a few months Harry had talked Draco up enough to his superiors to get him a position in the  ‘Department of Magical Law Enforcement’ as a Auror. He felt strange working with Harry Potter after all the years of bullying, but they got along really well when they cooperated.

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   1 year later

   “Hey, can we talk to you for a bit?” Draco looks up from his papers that lied on his desk. Hermione Granger and Harry Potter stood at the entrance of his office, looking visibly uncomfortable. He had a feeling this wouldn’t be a pleasant conversation.

   he set the pen down on the desk before gesturing to the seats in front of said desk. Hermione put on a sweet smile as she took a seat, Harry following. “So i’m sure you heard our department is hiring another Auror since were shoftstafed” Draco nods slowly. He actually heard about it yesterday before he left.

   “Yeah so, we overheard a conversation this morning about who it was and we wanted o tell you in advance” Harry explained. Draco’s brow went up in slight confusion. Warn him? What in hell did that mean? “Warn me” he repeated and Hermione nods.

   a sympathetic smile played on her soft complexion. “It’s Y/n. Y/n L/n” Draco’s body tensed up instantly. Of course the universe would punish him like this. Waving the love of his life in his face after he broke her heart. How spiteful. “Oh” he simply said, before leaning back into his chair. 

   all business professionalism drained from his body in an instant “Fuck” he cursed under his breath “You still care about her, don’t you?” Hermione questioned. He just nodded before letting out a deep sigh and standing up from his chair “I’m quitting”

   both ex Gryffindors shot up from there seats “You can’t quit Draco, that’s a highly irrational reaction!” Hermione sputters as he collects his coat from the back of his black swivel chair. “You wouldn’t understand, Granger” he slipped his arms through both sleeves.

    “Draco!-” Harry started, but didn’t get another word in as Draco opened his office door. As soon as the door swung open he felt a head collide with his chest. He could practically hear their heartbeat race in embarrassment “Oh Merlin, i apologize!” the voice. That voice laughed nervously. 

   ‘I miss the tone of your heartbeat. It's such a warming and familiar sound’

   the person backed away and he felt as if he could collapse right then and there. “Draco?” you said. ‘No, please don’t say my name’ he thought. A smile grew on your face “What a funny coincidence. seeing you here. How’ve you been?”

   his eyes mapped your body, not in a sexual way. Just noting the small changes that occured over a year and a half. You kept your hair the same length, as well as your taste in clothing. Your face was a bit more matured, but still held it’s natural beauty.

   the way you spoke to him made his heart twinge. It was so friendly. Of course it was friendly, but he still hated it. “I’ve been quite alright. You?” he questions. “I’m great, couldn’t be better really.” you shrug your shoulders. His heart tugged violently.

   better. Couldn’t be better. In his mind when the word better came up he imagined being married to you already and living a comfortable, wealthy life. But no, he was here. He forced a half smile on his face “That’s good to hear. Now i must get going. I hope you're finding the power. To help you make it through the darker days”

   he walked past her and as soon as he was out of sight, sped walked to the nearest bathrooms. He locked the door before leaning against it. He slowly slid down until he sat down on the tile floor. It was gross, but he didn’t care at the moment.

   how was he going to work here with you around. It felt as if the air was being violently sucked from his lungs. Was this what Granger called a panic attack? or was his body finally giving up on him. He would be perfectly fine with whatever option at this stage.

   as he stared up at the ceiling, a bitter laugh left his throat “For now, I wait by the hour. If you wanna take somebody's breath away”

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   It had been two weeks and Draco felt as if he was going to implode. You were so happy and cheerful and- and- joyful. he just couldn’t understand how you weren’t as broken up as he was or maybe he wanted someone to share his pain. How pathetic was that?

   now here he was. At some boring gala the Ministry was holding. Something about celebrating a new generation or along those lines. Draco couldn’t be bothered to care about details. He took another sip of wine from his glass hoping to get buzzed enough to fly through this boring affair.

   he looks up to see multiple pairs of eyes on him. Wait- not him. Behind him. He slowly turns around as it met with the most breathtaking sight he could ever see. You strolled through the entrance wearing a no strap long lace dress. He swore his heart skipped a couple beats.

   you looked like a princess ready to be whisked away, but you weren’t his to whisk anymore were you? Draco’s jaw locked in place before he looked back down at the wine in his hand. He places it down on a nearby table. “Merlin, you look absolutely stunning Ms. L/n!”

   Granger. “Are you alright?” a male voice asked. Potter. If Weasley showed up, he was going to have an aneurysm on the spot. Draco simply exhaled deeply “I suppose so. I don’t think my mind is processing the fact the she isn’t mine anymore though. So there’s that”

   Harry looked at Draco, studying his facial expressions. It was strange to see him so emotional “If you don’t mind me asking, how long were you two together?” he was treading on thin ice, he knew that. “Long enough for it to hurt this bad”

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   and with that. Draco walked away from the chosen one and spent a good twenty minutes talking to random superiors and wealthy couples. It was only when he came from the bathroom he heard your voice for the first time that night.

   “Oh thank you!” you spoke in a enthusiastic voice. Draco stopped mid step and leaned against the wall. Now he was eavesdropping? How pathetic of him. “So Y/n, we heard you used to date Draco Malfoy. Is that true?” a unfamiliar voice asked.

   he inhaled sharply. “Um yes, yes i did” you spoke. You sounded uncomfortable with that question. How dare they pry on your love life? They had no right “So what was he like? Did he cheat on you? Was he a bad boyfriend? I bet he was” his fist clenched at his side.

   Draco wasn’t the nicest person. He knew that, but he showed you as much love and affection his body could produce. He loved you! Hell, he still loved you. You seem to sputter “Uh-” he couldn’t listen to this. He walked out of the small hallway, surprising you and the unfamiliar coworker.

   he needed some fresh air. Now. He pushes through a couple of people with a cold stare. He walks down a couple steps of stairs and hes out the front doors. The cold crisp air hits his face and he felt as if he could breathe again. He reaches up and slicks his platinum hair back.

   a repeated clicking noise could be heard behind him, getting closer. Shoes. No. Heels actually. “Draco” you spoke. He turns around quickly and watches as you step off the concrete and into the grass, holding your dress up from the ground.

   why did he feel so angry? Could it be because you didn’t deny his claims? or something else? “Go away L/n” he spoke harshly. He could see your face turn to one of confusion before a stern look took over “No, your clearly upset so i’m not leaving” 

   still so stubborn. “Are you upset because they asked me about us? If you don’t want anyone to know i promise i won’t tell anyone. I wouldn’t want to ruin your reputation” you said, which only angered him more. How could you be so stupid? 

   “I don’t give a damn if anyone knows about us! You didn’t deny it Y/n! They said such horrible things about me and you just stood there like they were right! Are you fucking serious?! I loved you with everything i had and you act like as if i was the monster!” Draco’s voice boomed, you look positively frightened.

   until you didn’t Then you looked angry “You broke up with me you stupid git! You left me alone and scared while the whole war was going on! So yeah Draco i’m fucking bitter! Screw you! What happened, you were so accepting of me when we first saw each other. You hoped i was well!”

   you were right, he knew that, but he wasn’t done yelling. All of this thought were just rolling off of him in the worst way. You looked disappointed in him. It reminded him of the last time he spoke to you at Hogwarts, but with less crying and more anger.

   “I hoped?! You want to know what i hope!?  I hope you're lonely, hope you're lost 'cause I've been. I'd hate to think you're better off without me  I know we tried to hold on. But where do you go. When love, it just ain't enough?” he spoke, anger leaving him and being replaced with dread and sorrow.

   but he wasn’t done. “Now does it kill you when you think about me? Were you as close to giving up as I've been? I know we kept losing touch. Got lost in the rush...” he sighed deeply, trailing off at the end of his sentence. All his worst thoughts had spilled out of him like a tidal wave.

   you looked shocked and hurt? Maybe he was reading your expression wrong. He couldn’t bare to look at your face. Gulping, he adjusted his tie and turned away to walk off in shame “I pray you don't hurt too much” he chose as his parting words.

   “I don't come close to an angel”

   he stopped. A shuffling sound of fabric heard as you made your way in front of him, jabbing a finger at his chest “You ain't never been no kind of saint” you narrowed your E/c eyes at him. He looked down at you in shame. You removed your finger and stepped back once.

   a bitter laugh forced its way out of you. “But when we both came together. Hell to heaven, you were my escape. But fires don't burn forever and all these ashes crumble when we touch. We danced to death in the fire. What can we do now that the music's done, my love?” 

   his grey eyes went wide. My love? A small feeling of hope bloomed within his chest. You did still care about him. He was your only love and would always be, but you had both been forced apart. Draco was foolish for thinking you had ever lost feelings for the Malfoy.

   now to give him a taste of his own medicine. “I hope you're lonely, hope you're lost 'cause I've been. I'd hate to think you're better off without me. I know we tried to hold on. But where do you go, When love, it just ain't enough? Now, does it kill you when you think about me?”

   you threw your hands up in the air. He could spot tears in your eyes, making him start to choke up as well. That was always his weakness, you crying. “Were you as close to giving up as I've been? I know we kept losing touch. Got lost in the rush. I pray you don't hurt too much” you look down.

   ‘Well, we had it all and we let it fall, But I hope you find whatever you were looking for’

   Draco stepped into you and reaches down to grab your hand “Y/n. During the war i packed a bag in the middle of the night. I was ready to leave my family and run away with you. I wanted nothing more then to pend the rest of my life with you” his thumb caressed the skin of your hand.

   you look up from your heels and met his gaze with teary eyes “Why didn’t you?” you spoke. He smiled sadly, using his other hand to cup your cheek. “My aunt. Bellatrix caught me. The dark lord had found out about you somehow and if i wanted to keep you safe i had to let you go.”

   “The day i broke up with you haunts me in my nightmares. I wanted so badly to reach out and grab you, but love- Y/n you weren’t safe with me.” tears finally escaped his eyes, running down his pale face. You used your hand to hit his chest “I told you i didn’t care Draco”

   he nods, sniffling “I know darling, i should have stuck by your side no matter what, but even the thought of any harm coming to you was to much for me to bare” he let go of your hand. Now he was cradling your face. “I feel as though i am too late” 

   you reach into the top part of your dress and pull out the hidden part of a silver necklace you wore. The silver ring he gave you was at the end of the chain. He felt his heart explode. “You kept it? after all this time. Why?” he asked. You roll your eyes “because i still love you, you foolish boy!”

   Draco was at a loss of words. Unable to speak, he grabbed your face and your lips collided with his in a passionate kiss. It was very sloppy, but showed how much you both missed each other. It made up the amount of time that had passed since you felt each other.

   your the first to pull away from the heated exchange “You better not leave me again Draco” you spoke in a stern tone which made him smile “I wouldn’t dream of it my love. Now, let’s get out of here. There is so much more i want to do with you” his tone became playful as a smirk played on his face.

   your face flushes slightly, but you nod slowly. He holds onto you as you both apparate away to merlin knows where. High school sweethearts, that was what you were. What you used to be. What you got to be again.

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   Kody: i- i cried writing this. What a pussy am i right. By the way my inbox is like being a wack ass hoe and not telling me when i get messages so like sorry if you’ve requested something and it hasn’t been posted. (I was also in a depressed state for a bit but whatevs) Anyways, peace!

#draco malfoy x you #draco malfoy x female reader #draco malfoy x y/n #draco malfoy x reader #draco malfoy #draco x gryffindor!reader #draco x reader #draco x you #oneshot #one shot #one shots #imagine #fanfiction #fanfic #harry potter #harry potter oneshot #harry potter fanfiction #harry potter imagine #draco malfoy x fem!reader #draco x female reader #draco x fem!reader #potterhead #ministry of magic #draco x slytherin!reader #draco x y/n #x fem!reader #x female reader #x reader

[moonlight-drawn-by-dawn]

Funny Thing (From the Vault)

So I had this in my drafts for the last couple of years (truth be told it was actually the first version of Caligo Days before I changed it). I've been thinking about it lately, and maybe I'll continue it, don't know yet 😅. Let me know what you think!

"Those Summmer Niiigghtsssssss!!!"

Laughter erupted in the bedroom as the song finished on the player, the two girls singing with the handles of their hairbrushes facing one another before getting ready. Even though Grease came out a year ago, the songs were too good not to listen to all the time.

Cousins Anita and Anchal were attempting to get ready for their girls' night out; if they could stay focus and not spend the entire night playing karaoke with one another.

It would be their first time spending time with one another so late without any supervision of their parents, well, more of Anita's parents.

Just being a few weeks shy of becoming eighteen, Anita's parents thought (after much pondering), it would be alright to have this one night of freedom before entering the world of adulthood and university. She was excited to finally have time for herself, not under her parent's constant scrutiny. So the plan was that they were going roller skating till ten, a time her parents thought would be late enough that they wouldn't worry too much.

Anita and Anchal were practically sisters, only being six years apart. Being the older cousin, Anchal was supposed to be responsible for Anita, but in truth, it may as well be the other way around. When of age, Anchal decided to become a makeup artist in London rather than becoming a wife or a doctor (which were the only two options her parents believed she had). Subsequently, her parents disowned Anchal, but all was well since she became pretty successful and lived with her boyfriend in a decent apartment. Anita's parents knew it would be too cruel to separate their daughter from her only female cousin despite her life choices. It wasn't like she was going to be just like her anyway.

Anchal was the wild child who reached for her dreams; Anita was the dutiful daughter trained to sacrifice for her family's sake.

Fixing their hair, both looked at the similar outfits, bell-bottom jeans, pastel ringer tees, and denim jackets; they indeed looked like sisters, and they were inseparable.

"Oh! I wish I could have something like that happen to me. You know, a night to meet the perfect guy and have the most romantic time with him; don't you think so, Anchal?"

A snicker came before a response, "Oh, my naive dear, real life isn't anything like the movies. You're not just going to meet the love of your life one fateful night and have a magical time together. But, knowing your parents, whoever has the right price tag on you would win your soul."

A disgusted look came on the younger girl's face, but she couldn't say that her cousin was wrong. It was true to believe that her parents would eventually marry her off to the 'right guy' or whoever would help bring up their social status in their community. Even though the thought sickened her, Anita still hoped to somehow meet the one who would whisk her away from that fate her parents wanted.

As they both finished up, adding light lipgloss to their natural berry lips before deciding to head out.

"Daddy! Mum, we're leaving now" An older woman came from the living room to the front of the house, "Let me see what you're wearing"

Even with the eye rolls, they wouldn't deny her request. Finally, after a nod of approval, Anita's mother moved from the front of the door to allow them to be free.

The car ride was rowdy, music from the radio filling their ears. When they passed the roller rink, Anita raised her eyebrows, giving a pointed look to her cousin, "What are you doing? I know you know where the rink is, so why are you driving right past it?"

A flushed look crossed the elders' face, "Well...I lied about us going to the rink."

"Are you crazy?! We're going to be in so much trouble" Anita's head fell into her hands, now feeling queasy from knowing the truth. If her parents were ever to find out, they would be ridiculed so severely, not to mention that they would hold her under stricter rules.

"They're not gonna find out, only if you tell them. Besides, you need to live a little before heading off into new territory."

Even if she wanted to disagree, there was no denying the truth in Anita's eyes. All her life, she was jealous of seeing her friends going out and about, hanging at one another's houses while she was forced to stay on the same route every day. Even her brothers were able to do as they pleased without their parent's nagging.

She was like a doll in a glasshouse.

"What exactly are we gonna do then?" The elder smiled, hearing the agreement from her cousin.

"Oh, nothing too big. Just a party I was invited to by a friend..." Ears perked up in both excitement and warning. "Really? So it's a place with a bunch of strangers, who are probably going to be high and drunk, out of their minds." Eyes were rolled from both cousins, "No, it's not just any party. There are going to be...some people there. Some people who I think you would like."

"Yea, like who?"

"You wouldn't believe me if I told you."

"Try me," A sly smile etched on Anchal's face, knowing what would transpire in a few moments.

"Well, sources say the likes of a certain frontman of a band some may know as The Rolling Stones would be there." Brown eyes widened, realizing who her cousin meant. "No! You're lying; there's no way we could be invited to a party with the likes of Mick Jaggar."

"We haven't; I was invited, and out of the kindness of my heart and sense of duty being your older cousin to help you have the best experience of your life." A blush dusked over the younger's face as excitement ensued in her heart.

"Like I was saying, yes, the Mick Jaggar is said to make an appearance to celebrate his divorce from Bianca. There will be a slew of celebrities, from actors to singers, even sportsmen."

"How exactly were you able to get an invite?"

" Well, let's just say the world of a makeup artist is pretty close, and my friend is the makeup artist for Twiggy. She's hosting a party with her husband at the heart of the city. The apartment they're holding it in belongs to some big-shot boxer. I can't remember the name right now. All I know is we're going to have so much fun!!"

Both girls started to scream giddily at the thought of partying with some big names. The high-pitched screams ceased, though, with a thought from Anita, "What are we going to wear? I mean, I don't think this would work out in being proper clothing to a place like that."

"Oh, and now you suddenly know what's good to wear at a party?"

At the red light, Anchal pulled a bag from the backseat, clothes flooded out onto Anita's lap. "Pick something to wear."

Heart-shaped lips pursed in a straight line. Despite how close the cousins were, clothes were a different story. Anita was shorter and a bit more plump compared to Anchal's taller, sleeker frame.

She settled for a tan mini skirt and a black turtleneck pairing. The boots she was wearing would work best with this outfit.

Anchal drove off the road and parked, giving them a small place to change in the car. It didn't take long, and both were able to maneuver well with the time constraint.

When they reached the apartment, there was a mirror outside the lobby, which Anita couldn't help but stare a hole through. Although her hair looked impeccable, her body was a different story. She found that her chest was a tad too big and her legs wider than desired. Turning to the side, she saw the rising of the skirt on her behind, consciously tugging the ends down a bit.

Her parents always told Anita that she shouldn't eat as much as she did, which wasn't much, to begin with, but she wished she would listen in moments like this.

Anchal looked at her cousin through the mirror, seeing the sadness in her eyes. "Anita, stop worrying. You look fine, stunning. I'll let you keep the outfit since it looks way better on you than it ever did me." Although she knew her cousin was being kind, a smile emerged on her face, nodding and following her cousin to the elevator.

When the elevator doors opened, Anita didn't expect to see an entire apartment with glass windows covering from ceiling to floor. Rock music was playing loudly through the party and a swarm of people going in all directions. It was easy to lose sight of her cousin, but somehow she managed to say near enough to her.

"Anchal, don't leave me by myself." She tugged her cousin's shirt sleeve a bit while attempting not to fall. Eyes were on both her and her cousin, male gazes which were glazed over with something else, lust she was guessing, but not like she would know.

While Anchal was the social butterfly talking with every Tom, Dick, and Harry, Anita would only look around at the other people, holding a glass of punch in her hand.

With her eyes passing over people, her gaze stopped seeing a pair of grey-blue eyes looking straight at her. They were intriguing; she wasn't sure she ever saw a combination like that before. Next, she looked at the rest of the face; a man with thick dark brown eyebrows and a slightly crooked nose led to pink lips surrounded by a nicely trimmed mustache. Hair was reddish-brown, like the dark kindling of fire, hanging to his shoulders with slight curls to them.

Anita couldn't help but smile in the direction of the oddly handsome man, up until her cousin gave a nudge to pay attention to the people in front of her. By the time she looked back, the man was gone, like a vapor in the wind.

Mick Jaggar did make an appearance that night, gracing the entire party and talking with Anita and her cousin for a bit. As expected, Jaggar was a natural flirt knowing how to charm his way with any woman. Moreover, he seemed to be in an exceptional jovial mood despite the serious procedure he had just finished in court the day before.

Along with flirting came touching, something Anita wasn't too familiar nor fond of. Sure, it was Mick Jagger, a man who many women would crawl on nails for, but she knew better than to fall for a man who spins from woman to woman in a matter of days. Even the jolts of excitement she felt as he wrapped his hand around her waist and heading south couldn't make her change her mind.

Anchal, though, she was game. To her, it was all flirting and getting by. Probably it was to score a job, maybe to work with him in the future. She watched her younger cousin blush from the rockstar's attentions, but anything beyond that would mean being murdered by her parents. The only thing it meant was to turn his attention to her, someone who actually would appreciate and return it.

Jagger did take the bait, his attention turning to the sleeker, less awkward of the cousins, but his conquest for Anita didn't end. Now he had other plans in mind, involving himself and both girls.

Pulling both girls in his arms, he started to take them to a secluded part of the apartment. Taking a clue where this was going, the latter decided she wanted no part of this ordeal. She politely removed herself, not wanting to have this be the lasting memory of a loved musician of hers.

"Darling, don't worry, I don't bite. We'll all have a bit of fun."

She gave a sweet smile saying she was feeling a bit light-headed, "Maybe I'll grab myself a drink."

She couldn't believe she turned down Mick Jagger, a dream most women would have.

Seeing that there was a balcony and pretty empty at that, she decided that would be her abyss for the time being, at least till Anchal got a hold of herself and came back.

Dark eyes darted towards the clock hanging high inside the hotel suite; 9:15. The girls were meant to be back by 10:30, and with the route they needed to take back, there wasn't enough time. Anita just sighed. There was no use in getting panicked over it though it was already too late.

Just then, a hand touched her shoulder. She jumped slightly before turning to see who wanted her attention.

A small smile spread across her face seeing it was Mr. Handsome himself.

"Seems like it's all getting a bit too stuffy in there, eh?" Crimson cheeks rose to hear the rugged Scottish accent emit behind his pearly whites.

"Just a bit, yea. It's just very beautiful outside." For a moment, the young girl turned her head back to the scenery outside. The streets were still bustling with most parties only beginning in the clubs. Neon signs glowed, basking into the beautiful sapphire sky glittering in the countless stars dancing around.

It was rare to see something so beautiful in her home.

"Sure is. A night of triumph with so many pretty things around." Anita was surprised to see a glass of champagne in front of her.

"Oh no, I'm sorry I don't drink." Maybe it was not a common thing to hear at these parties, seeing a thick brow raised in confusion.

"Well, I think you can make an exception this one time."

Crossing her arms over her chest, Anita cocked her head to the side, "And why would I do that?"

Taking a sip from his own drink, Mr.Handsome looked away for a brief moment before staring at her again, "Well, I mean it is a party. Good to let loose. I won a big match today, so this is a celebration heading towards the world title. If you take a drink, maybe it'll be my good luck charm."

Big match? Anita hadn't a clue what he meant, until something Anchal told her crossed back in her mind.

"Y-You wouldn't happen to be the boxer who owns this building...right?" Nerves became anew in her gut, knowing this man has the power to kick her out if he realizes she wasn't invited to this party officially, or the mere fact that was was only seventeen. Almost eighteen.

Yes, she was of legal age to do just about anything she wanted, but if word went back to her parents, she would be locked up in their clutches until she turned forty-five.

He bit his lower lip (something Anita didn't realize was so sexy) as he gave a nod, "Indeed I am that boxer. Thomas Taggart."

Anita took the glass to shake his hand, it would be rude not to. "Anita Prasad, it's very nice to meet you."

"I'm sure it's not as nice as meeting Jagger, but nonetheless I'm happy to be acquainted with a beautiful lady like yourself." He kissed her hand, his eyes never leaving hers.

"Hopefully we can be more than acquainted soon."

Blindsided for the moment, Anita caught herself as she pulled her hand away from his grasp, "Well, I can't make any promises..."

Her eyes darted back into the party, hoping she would find her cousin in the midst of all the bodies.

Thomas caught note of what the young girl was planning, choosing instead to use his broad shoulders and tall height to his advantage to block her.

"Tell me, how did such a pretty little bird like yourself end up in this rowdy place?"

Brown eyes looked back up to the boxer, do her best to keep up appearances.

"Well, it was my cousin who brought me here. We had different plans, but she couldn't pass up the opportunity to meet and connect with everyone here. She was invited, of course, by someone else I mean, I don't think you would know her she's a makeup artist and you don't seem to need makeup...not that it would be bad if you did, but I doubt any boxer really needs makeup seeing that it'll easily come off when you guys aim for the face..."

Anita allowed her to ramble to end on an awkward note, knowing this was the last thing a guy like him wanted to endure.

But he was still there, and instead of looking bored, there was a smile on his face giving a laugh to her nervous habit.

"No, these parties are usually full of people who were invited by other random folks. There's nothing wrong with that. And it's nice you think I'm cute enough without makeup. I was getting worried without my mascara you would just pass me by."

He was quite witty, she couldn't deny it.

"How about we cheers to that then? A winning night and the joy of not needing makeup." Giving in, Anita downed the drink in one go.

It was much lighter than she expected.

"Easy there, tiger. Can't have you going off after your first drink, can we?"

The young girl nodded, although she was confused by the fast effect the drink was taking on her. Was she supposed to start feeling light-headed this fast?

Instead of giving that away, Anita stood straight, her hand leaning on the balcony, "I'm fine. I promise."

She watched blue-gray eyes look at her body from toe to head. She swallowed air harshly, knowing when he saw all her flaws, he was going to head off to some gorgeous model with legs for days.

But when his eyes met with her, there was nothing short of admiration.

"Why don't we head someplace a bit quieter? I mean the party is fun and all, but sometimes it's nice to have a conversation without a hundred people behind your back."

She didn't want to go somewhere alone with Thomas. After all, he was still a stranger.

But there wasn't a choice. He took her hand, gently, leading her around the crowded room. Her body started to follow without resistance.

Drinks were passed around, and soon Anita had down two more champagnes before reaching Thomas' hiding place.

Anita tried her best to identify what was around her, but the room was blurry. Her head was spinning.

"So, tell me a bit about yourself."

"Hmm?" All her focus went into her answer, ignoring the red flags screaming in her face.

"Well, there's not too much to tell. I'm a student, planning to do teaching. I don't get out too much, so this was a treat. But enough about me, I want to hear more about the great boxer!"

She giggles falling back onto the soft surface. Her back arched, stretching on the light material under her. Maybe it was silk? There was no way for her to think properly about it at the moment, all she knew was it was nice and made her want to sleep.

"It's a bit hot in here, isn't it?" Her hand went to fan her face. Anita swore she was cold moments before.

"How about we get you more comfortable then?"

The feeling of her boots sliding off effortlessly, or the unzipping of her skirt didn't alarm the poor girl.

She smiled for a brief moment, before feeling hands entering into her blouse.

"What are you doing?" Her voice didn't hold concern, just naive curiosity from his actions.

"Don't worry, dear. Everything will be just fine. I"m just getting you more comfortable, as...."

She didn't hear the rest of Thomas's words.

She was gone, her mind oblivious to the horrendous truth of what was happening.

Her body didn't forget, and it would never forget the feeling of violation hidden in slow, gentle moves.  It would never forget the manipulation he held over the young girl.

But that couldn't stop him.

Nothing could stop Thomas Taggart from getting what he wants.

#original character #original story #original writing #70s #from the vault #just something i wrote #lmk what you think #short story i guess