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incendiobrock · 3 years

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The Witches Forest

Request: heyy idk if u do requests but if u aree then can you do one where the reader is a witch and is dating colby so she goes on one of the haunted trips w them and does some reading idkk you can end it however you like <33 tyy!

A/N: Thank you to the lovely anon who requested this! I loosely based this imagine off the witches forest video on the Sam and Colby channel but instead of the witch from the video giving the reading it was y/n, and instead of Colby getting lost in the forest it was y/n. Hope you enjoy! Also this was loosely inspired by an imagine I read by @annab-nana you can read it here!

Warnings: sexual joke (I think that’s it)

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It was a typical day with the trap boys. Your boyfriend Colby had finally convinced you to go on a haunted trip with them. The only reason you had agreed was because he had promised you, and Corey, that there wouldn’t be any seances. You would all be going to just spend the night there, not summon anything.

In fact, Sam was planning on doing a cleansing ritual that he had done some research on. So, you agreed. You were always super worried about the boys and the trouble that they would find themselves in, especially with demonic entities and spirits.

One of the other reasons you had agreed to do the video with them was because you knew that the fans have been begging for you to make an appearance. Colby got tweets and comments daily about his “witchy girlfriend” joining in on a haunted overnight video. All the fans knew that you were super into crystals, and tarot cards, and different herbs, and just about anything that you believed would help protect you and connect you to the world of spirituality.

So here you were, sitting in front of the camera, Colby right by your side, his ring clad hand holding onto your thigh, as the rest of the guys surrounded the table. “Okay, who’s ready for the reading?” You questioned, looking around the table. Everyone nodded and agreed to begin. You passed the tarot deck to each of the boys, instructing them to shuffle the deck while thinking of their intention for the trip to The Witches Forest. Everyone did as told and passed the deck back to you, you were the last to shuffle.

“Alright, so I’m going to pick the top three cards and then we can go over what they each mean for us, and for the trip we are about to go on.” You stated, gently flipping over the top three cards, The Tower, The Nine of Swords, and the card of Death.

You felt the room tense as they all read the cards chosen. “It’s not bad.” You said, trying to calm everyone’s nerves. “Uh- I don’t know about you but a card that says death seems pretty bad to me.” Corey said, laughing out of fear.

“Yeah babe, what does that mean besides ‘we are going to die?’” Colby air quoted the last part. “Will you guys just give me a minute to explain it?” You laughed at your boyfriends face as his eyebrows remained scrunched on his forehead, looking desperately at you for answers. You went on to explain that death could signify the “death” of an era and the beginning of something new. The Nine of Swords means that their own thoughts can weigh them down, or cause a feeling of darkness, and The Tower means danger, chaos, but also liberation.

“See, so nothing is necessarily bad. It actually seems like this might be good for you guys, especially since we are planning on doing the fire ritual too. That way you can begin a new journey and have a nice cleansed path before the next moon cycle begins.” You stated, leaning your head on Colby’s shoulder and cuddling into his side. He placed a short kiss onto your forehead taking hold of your hand, “Alright so let’s get on the road we don’t want it to get too dark before we set up the tent, plus it’s about an hour drive.” Colby said to the group, still holding your hand as you both stood up to go get into the car.

About an hour later you had all arrived at the forest. Colby had parked the car a little off the dirt path in a small clearing between the trees. You were happy to get out of the car to stretch after having to sit between Jake and Corey in the backseat. You brought along a small backpack of stuff like a water, first aid kit, a flashlight, and most importantly some crystals that offer protection. You took out the small ziploc with the crystal and began to give one to each of the boys, telling them to keep their crystal in their pockets for protection.

Sam had asked you to explain to the camera what all you had brought so you showed him the black tourmaline, amethyst, and the obsidian, saying that they each offered protection and grounding properties. “Alright, now that we got our protection rocks let’s go pitch the tent we will be staying in all night.” Sam said, shutting off the camera. You all stood around trying to help as Colby did most of the work putting the tent together. You were impressed with his skills, never knowing that he could set up a tent with little to no instruction.

“Dang brother, those Cub Scout skills are really showing right now.” Jake joked, sticking the last spoke into the dirt. “Thanks brother, you know I’m skilled with these hands.” Colby responded, sending a wink in your direction. Your cheeks heated up as a small laugh escaped from your mouth. Leave it to Colby to make a sexual joke that makes the guys cringe.

After a little exploring all together, and almost losing the location of the tent, you had all decided it was time to start the fire ritual. You were glued closely to Colby’s side, hearing a lot of motion within the trees. “Once we get the fire going maybe we will feel better, the light and heat should scare off any animals that are near.” Sam said grabbing the fire bucket that he had brought for this ritual.

Colby lit the fire and you all sat around in camping chairs. “We should’ve brought s’mores bro.” Corey said, trying to alleviate some of his fear. You agreed with him because you knew you felt the same fear as him at the moment. Sam explained what was going to happen with the fire ritual and passed out the objects that everyone was going to be throwing into the fire, in hopes to release any possible spirits that were attached to them. As soon as you guys started to watch the stuff burn Colby flew back, falling with his camping chair.

“Did you guys see that! Right there! Right behind Jake! Sam? Did you see it, it was like a shadow and it moved super fast right behind Jake’s head.” Colby yelled, standing quickly off the ground and shining a flashlight in that direction. “I saw that too!” You said, abandoning your camping chair as well. Colby took hold of the camera and began walking away from the fire and towards the trail. “Colby! Wait for us bro you can’t go alone!” Sam yelled out, chasing after him. “I have to go, I know I saw something I need to see where it’s going before it gets away, I wanna capture it on camera!” Colby said.

“Someone has to stay by the fire we can’t all leave! Jake you stay here with Corey and we will go investigate.” Sam instructed, but Jake hesitated wanting to go too. Corey ended up agreeing on staying by the fire so you three could keep up with Colby who was still walking quickly away from the group. You thanked Corey, worried that your boyfriend would get too far ahead of everyone. You began to jog to the path, already extremely behind the others because of the sudden panic.

You turned onto the dirt path and didn’t see any of the three boys, but could barely make out their voices in the distance. You began to jog down the path, heading to the left. You had felt like you were getting closer to them but their voices still remained faint and incoherent. You knew that Sam had yelled for everyone to stay on the path in order to avoid getting lost so you kept jogging further and further into the forest, away from the fire where Corey sat.

You slowed to a walk, shining your flashlight all around, hearing tons of branches snapping and rustling. You suddenly felt very alert, almost as if something was watching you. You felt the panic really set in as it became harder and harder for you to catch your breath. “Colby!” You yelled. “Colby! Sam! Jake! Corey!” You knew you had made a mistake going this far down the path. “Hello?! Can anyone hear me!” You heard a scream off in the distance making your eyes basically bulge out of your head. You turned sharply towards the direction of the noise, shining your flashlight out in front of your face. Your hands were trembling, shaking the light violently. Not only was it freezing out, but you were terrified of what was out there.

You began running back the opposite direction of the trail, your breath almost nonexistent at this point, but you were determined to make it back to the tent. You heaved, feet stomping away at the dirt path beneath. After what felt like a century, you saw the distant glow of the fire. You ran, the victory of reuniting with the boys fueling your return. The fire was now in clear sight as well as the figures of the four boys you were so anxious to see. The noise of you approaching causing them all to turn and look at you.

You practically leapt into Colby’s arms, tears pouring down your face as you wrapped tightly around his torso. His hand found its way straight to your hair, pulling you as close as he could to his body, swaying you side to side. “Oh my god, baby. Where were you? I was so worried! I thought I had lost you.” He said quietly, running his fingers through your hair trying to soothe your crying. “I-I was running after you a-and then I got lost. I heard a s-scream, I’m so scared.” You sobbed, never wanting Colby to let go of you.

“We looked all over, we were calling your name like crazy but Jake said we should come and wait by the fire incase you came back. We didn’t want to keep moving further away from you on accident.” Sam said, standing closely near you and Colby.

“Can we please go? I don’t think I want to be here anymore.” You pleaded, looking into Colby’s eyes as his delicate fingers helped to wipe away your tears. “Yes, of course. I love you, I’m so glad you’re safe. Let’s head to the back up plan, the cabin.” Colby said, directing the last sentence to the boys. You nodded gratefully, making your way into Colby’s car while Jake, Corey, and Sam packed up the mess.

The night was getting foggier as you pulled into the driveway of Jenna’s cabin. You felt relief rush over you, knowing that you wouldn’t have to spend another second in the Witches Forest. You all got out of the car and huddled by the front door, rain beginning to pour down. Sam took off his backpack digging through it to find the spare key Jenna had lent him. “Uh, Colby did I give you the key earlier?” Sam asked. Colby let go of your hand and patted his pockets down, “No I don’t think I have it. Is it in your pockets?” He responded, recapturing your hand in his, knowing that you were still shaken up about getting lost. Sam flipped his jean pockets inside out, no key to be found. He began pulling everything out of his backpack, searching deep into the bag for the key.

“Let’s go back into the car maybe I left it in there.” Sam said, heading straight back to Colby’s car. You all got back in as the rain continued to pour, Sam searching every inch of the vehicle. “I can’t believe you lost the key Sam, first Y/n goes missing and now this?” Jake says from the backseat, obviously frustrated. “It’s not all my fault okay? You think I meant to lose the key?” Sam snapped back, the tension in the car rising.

After a lot of searching, the key was no where to be found. Much to your dismay, you had to go back to the tent in the depths of the forest. You all huddle into the blue tent, slipping into your sleeping bags. It was only a few more hours until daylight, a few more hours before the suffering would end.

“I’m not going to let anything hurt you. I lost you once tonight and it was the scariest moment of my life. It’s not going to happen again, I promise.” Colby vowed, pulling you into his chest. You smiled at his kind words, despite how scared you were he always knew how to make you feel safe. “Thank you Colby, I love you so much.” You responded, nuzzling further into his chest. “I love you, to new beginnings.” He chuckled, referencing the tarot reading from earlier. “To new beginnings.” You agreed, sealing the deal with a kiss on the lips.

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pinkteapotwriting · 3 years

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Not so Innocent desires

Wolfstar x fem!reader

Warning : This is so filthy dear lord, explicit sexual content, Sub!fem reader, spanking, oral, innocence kink and I think that’s it

Just good ol fashioned smut

Summary : Turns out you Remus and Sirius want to treat you a certain way, it takes some special kind of convincing from your end though.

Word count : 3164

The lovely @fionanovasleftnut had a wonderful idea that I couldn’t resist writing about. I’m not sure with how this one turned out but I hope I did the idea justice. xXx

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Being a family friend of the Weasleys had its perks. You always had someone to stick up for you, always had someone who could make you laugh, and you always had a home with them, wherever that may be. You had moved out on your own as soon as you graduated from Hogwarts, but it seemed that wasn’t the way to start your life as a young adult. The wizarding world was at war and Molly Weasley was insistent that one of her adopted daughters should not be defenseless living alone.

You had tried to reassure her that you would be fine, you even approached your most likely allies.

“Fred, George please tell her I’ll be fine. You understand right?” They only chuckled at your cute pout and brushed your concerns aside.

So no. No one was willing to risk the parting of their lovely Y/N.

You were too kindhearted, too sweet, too pure. A ray of sunshine in these dark times, too precious to leave unprotected.

You had been so angry at first, but your anger was soon turned into bashfulness as you were met by two very attractive men. Of course you knew Professor Lupin, he was your teacher and even now words from his mouth directed your way made heat rise to your face.

Then there was Sirius Black. His long black hair framed his face perfectly. His stormy grey eyes made you completely weak at the knees.

Everything about these two men left you flustered, Remus’s quick wit, Sirius’s hearty laugh, the knowing glances they’d share, Remus’s scars you just wanted to spend hours tracing, and Sirius’s ring clad fingers that tapped impatiently against the table. For being in Azkaban for 12 years his hands sure looked strong and capable.

It was a blessing and a curse really. You got to admire two very attractive men, yet you couldn’t manage much more than bashful nods at times. That didn’t stop them from approaching you however. They were so kind and welcoming, so much so that you took up Sirius’s offer to stay there rather than at the Weasleys. He knew you valued your alone time and got anxious in large groups so he thought you’d appreciate your own room rather than crowding in with the Weasleys. It was all good and well.

Except for how often you found yourself rubbing your thighs together at night to ease some sort of tension. Nothing could stop the wetness that pooled in your underwear at the memory of Sirius clenching his jaw in anger as Snape talked, or the way Remus calmed him down by rubbing his hand up and down his thigh. So once again that night you found yourself with that familiar ache you just didn’t know how to satisfy on your own. Your fingers just weren’t good enough. You got up in a huff to get some water at an attempt to calm down. You slipped down the hallway silently, but the sound of a low moan coming from Sirius’s room stopped you in your tracks. The door was slightly ajar and although you knew you shouldn’t peek in, the dull throbbing of your clit convinced you to stay. You had to stifle your own moan at the sight in front of you.

Sirius was sitting on the edge of his four poster king sized bed while Remus was on his knees between his legs jacking him off.

“Fuck Pads, how was it already this hard I’ve hardly touched you.”

“It’s not my fault! Blame Y/N with those stupid lips she bites. And her big doe eyes and and- fuck Moony that feels so good.”

Remus grinned at the chance to tease Sirius.

“Not as good as Y/N would feel though right? Bet you’d love to have her little hands wrapped around your cock huh. Imagine if you got to stretch out her perfect little pussy. She’s so fucking innocent, so pure”

“I wanna ruin her god she’s pretty, but at the same time she’s so precious I don’t wanna taint her. She deserves something more gentle and sweet.”

“You’re certainly smitten aren’t you?”

“Don’t act like you don’t wanna fuck her to the brink of tears. Have you heard that cute little giggle? Imagine what her whines sound like. I just wanna watch as you wrap your big hands round her thro-”

“S’that what you want? You wanna make innocent little Y/N our cockslut. Wanna make her our needy puppy. Wonder how many times we could make her come with just our fingers.”

“Fuck Remus I’m gonna cum.”

“Yeah that’s right love, cum to the picture of fucking her mercilessly, her nails scratching down your back cause you’re fucking her so hard.”

You watched Sirius shudder while Remus’s face lit up in victory. You decided it was best to leave before they were no longer distracted.

Well, that certainly didn’t make you any less riled up. Looks like they wanted you as much as you wanted them. You knew you’d have to put your shyness aside, but how on earth do you talk to someone about that. Yes, hello I find you two super hot and I’d just love it if you’d degrade me and throw me around thank you so much. Frankly you never knew you wanted that yourself until you heard the words fall from their lips with ease. You put your plan in motion as you traveled back to your room, praying it would work.

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You were giddy when you woke up, anxious for the day that awaited you. You decided to wear a shirt that Remus had once complimented, suddenly much more aware of how it complimented your chest. You paired it with your shortest skirt and thigh high socks. You turned around and shoulder checked to appreciate yourself, knowing if you bent over too much anyone could see the white lace thong you had underneath.

You knew the order meeting was starting earlier than usual so you pranced down the stairs and were met with a dumbstruck Ron and Ginny.

“Blimey Y/N, who are you trying to shag?” He was instantly met with a slap by Ginny.

“Shut it Ron, don’t talk about Y/N like that you git. You look adorable.” She reassured.

You smiled sweetly at her and gave her a quick peck on the cheek. “Thanks Gin, I’m gonna go get breakfast now.”

You swear you saw Remus and Sirius give a double take when you entered the kitchen. Pleased your plan was going well you continued into the next phase and sat between Fred and George casually as if your heart wasn’t racing a million miles an hour. Any laugh that the twins could pull from your lips were met with a hard stare from Sirius and Remus. Normally Remus could keep a calm disposition but you could notice the look of contempt in his eyes as his hand clenched the edge of the table.

You pushed your chair back and made your way to the sink.

“Here Molly, let me help you clean up.”

“Thank you dear, you can just grab the dishes from the table love.”

You made your way round the table and once you reached where your two admirers were you squeezed between them and bent over to grab the last plate, feeling your skirt ride up high enough to gain a sharp intake of breath from Sirius.

“Sorry, it was just easier to get it this way.”

You smiled to yourself as you helped Molly finish cleaning. Everything cycled out and everyone rearranged where they sat as they tidied up before the meeting began. You were thrilled at the chance to sit between Remus and Sirius now that everyone had moved. You leaned forward so you could rest your chin on your hand as Kingsley Shacklebolt spoke of the newest updates happening within the ministry. Fred and George would sometimes try to throw you off by making funny faces, but they were met by a hard glare by Remus which instantly simmered them down, while Sirius placed his arm around the back of your chair in a possessive manner. Welp, now was as good a time as ever to test the waters. You leaned back into your chair and crossed one leg over the other so your foot would brush against Sirius’s calf. He passed a glance, and you took a deep breath and moved it up and down his leg. You smirked at how you saw his hands clench and that spurred you on to lightly place your hand on Remus’s thigh.

“Y/N love, what are you doing exactly” Remus’s voice was shaky, like he was holding back.

Time to ice the cake.

“Nothing Remmy, I’m just being innocent little Y/N.”

Sirius’s head swerved at that one and you couldn’t help but notice the growing tent in his trousers.

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It took forever for everyone to leave after the meeting. It took even longer to convince Molly that you were fine to stay here rather than go back to the burrow.

“Alright Y/N if you’re sure, but you know how to reach me if you need anything at all right?”

“Of course Molly.”

If she knew what you wanted these two men to do to you she would be dragging you by the ear out the door. But finally, finally she left.

Leaving you alone with two straight faced men whose expressions were unreadable. Remus was the first to break the silence.

“Y/N, did you over hear our conversation last night”

You nodded, but Sirius wasn’t having it.

“Nuh uh, you’re gonna answer out loud for us pretty girl. You don’t get to tease us the way you do then act all shy now.”

“Yes, I heard.”

Remus returned to questioning you. “Yeah, and did you like what you heard?”

“I- I did.”

“Didn’t know you were such a naughty girl” Sirius chortled, “wish I would have known sooner.”

“I’m not naughty!”

“Oh yeah what makes you say that?”

“Cause I wanna be your good girl, please make me your good girl.”

Remus was hypnotised by the puppy dog eyes and pouty lips looking up at him.

“Shhh we’ve got you puppy, we just thought you’d want something more gentle.”

“No Remmy, I want you.”

“You can have me darling, let's go upstairs.”

He offered his hand to you and you took it eagerly, and began your journey upstairs, earning a chuckle from Sirius as you snatched his hand too on the way. As soon as you entered they had their hands on you, Sirius had you pressed against Remus as he was kissing your neck.

“You sure you want this love?”

“Please Siri.”

“Alright pup, safe word is red okay? Any point you feel uncomfortable you tell us and we’ll stop immediately. Can you say it for me?”

“Red.”

“Good girl,” Remus praised “Here, let's take all this off since it’s not covering much anyway.”

You nodded and lifted your arms for Remus while Sirius got on his knees to take off your skirt. He debated leaving the socks on, but he wanted you to feel every single thing so he took them off. Now last, but certainly not least.

“As cute as these panties are, they're only in my way, can I take these off precious?”

“M Hmm.”

Remus was quite content to take off your bra and massage your breasts and nibble across your shoulders while Sirius continued his attempts to draw dirty words from your clean mouth.

“Baby, your pussy is so wet right now. Can I touch it, love?”

You spread your legs further for him as an invitation.

“Not here, our precious girl deserves to be comfy on the bed.”

Remus sat against the headboard and motioned for you to follow suit between his thighs.

You practically skipped there, so excited for what was about to happen. You sat down with a quick plop and wiggled your hips to get more comfy, eyes wide as Sirius crawled up from the end of the bed to push your legs apart and gently trace your inner thighs with his forefinger.

“Tell me pup, have you ever touched yourself?”

You nodded bashfully, which Remus did not enjoy apparently as he lightly slapped your thigh with one hand while the other grabbed hold of your jaw to force your eyes onto Sirius fully.

“What did we say about speaking out loud pup, be a good girl.”

“Sorry Remmy, I got embarrassed, I do touch myself Siri”

Sirius grinned, “What makes you touch yourself sweet girl.”

“You, you and Moony do.” He relished in the whine that escaped your lips as he finally made contact with your aching clit, clearly he liked that answer.

“What do you imagine us doing to you pup.”

You moaned as his pace quickened. “Anything, anything you want.”

That’s when his tongue made contact on your clit instead. You jolted at the sudden change, but Remus was quick to hold you down.

“That feel good, sweetheart? I love Siri’s tongue too.”

You could only throw your head back and mewl as Sirius’s tongue flicked faster and he added a finger to the mix, completely enthralled with how your entrance clenched around it desperately.

“Pads I think our pretty girl is gonna cum keep going. Has anyone ever made you feel this good puppy? Fred or George couldn’t make you feel like this could they?”

“No- no Remmy.”

“Wait till I get my turn love, go on and cum so I can make my pretty girl feel good too.”

Even Sirius’s tight grip on your thigh couldn’t keep you tethered as you released on his face. Bliss like you had never known overtook and it’s like you were hyper aware of every touch, every breath of theirs that fanned across your body, and every kiss that Remus awarded you with for being your lovely self.

And you couldn’t get enough of it.

Neither could Sirius as he leaned back to take in the view of the masterpiece he created. He loved how you had squirmed under his touch as he continued to thrust his fingers eagerly.

He was feeling benevolent though and pulled out. Instead he took a firm grasp on your hair and pulled you on your hands and knees so you were eyelevel with his throbbing cock.

Remus placed a couple of smacks on your ass now that it was exposed for him.

“What do you say to Pads for making you feel so good?”

Sirius wondered if you were aware how cute you looked with your owlish eyes oggling his long member.

“Thank you, Siri.”

“That’s right Puppy, now how about you return the favor.”

You just nodded obediently and stuck out your tongue, which only made Sirius growl even louder as he shoved his cock in your mouth. You tried your best to relax your throat but found yourself gagging at the surprise feeling of Remus’s head rubbing up and down your slick folds.

You arched your back and whimpered around Sirius’s cock and Remus got the message loud and clear. Slowly he inched his way inside groaning when your wet heat enveloped him completely. Once you were used to the feeling you wiggled your hips as a signal so he could move. The slow powerful thrusts of Remus made Sirius thrust through your perfect lips even faster at how the vibrations you emitted felt around his cock. His grip on your hair got even tighter.

“Fuck you feel so good puppy, such a good girl taking such good care of us. I’m gonna cum all over that pretty face, want me to cum all over your face, sweet girl?”

At the sound of your desperate whining he gave your face a few rough pats and yanked your head back. He couldn’t take his eyes off you as you stuck your tongue out waiting patiently while he stroked his dick furiously. Finally he released on your face, but before you got the chance to think he was licking it up with wide stripes across your face before moving to kiss Remus. You glanced over your shoulder at the two most beautiful men you’d ever been blessed to see, and moaned as their teeth clashed in a hungry and needy kiss. They stopped in a pant and had their foreheads pressed together, grinning at your demands.

“Moony I think our good little puppy wants more attention.”

“Aw, is that so my needy angel. I can fix that for you.”

Quicker than you could count he had you flipped on your back and started fucking into you ruthlessly. His movements were filled with so much determination that every thrust was pushing you to the end of the bed until your back was hanging off the edge. He grabbed hold of your legs and swung them both over your shoulders so he could reach even newer sensitive spots inside you, completely captivated by how freely your tits bounced in this position.

“Rem- Remus I’m gonna cum.”

“No you’re not, you be our good girl and hold on a little longer.”

“Please I can’t take it.”

“If you wanna cum you beg for it then, since you can’t wait.”

“Please please, let me be your good girl, please let me cum you make me feel so good please.”

“Hear that Pads? Imagine if someone heard pure little Y/N acting as our desperate puppy. Okay darling you go ahead and make a mess on my cock baby.”

A wave of euphoria rushed over you as you hung there and took every slam that came your way. The bliss however quickly became too much as your legs wriggled to find your escape from his strong grasp. He just grunted and let you slide into a heap on the floor. He swept to the side of the bed and around to where you were and hoisted you back on the bed so you were on your stomach and your legs hung off the edge. He pressed his hand to your back to firmly hold you in place.

“Angel you begged for this, now you’re gonna take it, yeah?”

He returned to his prior animalistic pace that summoned tears to roll down your cheeks.

Sirius started petting your head lovingly “It’s okay love, you’re being such a good girl for Moony and I. You look so gorgeous with those tears all fucked out.”

He continued to comfort you and press kisses to your hairline until finally Remus reached satisfaction with his brutal attack on your tight hole.

“Fuck, Y/N I’m gonna cum”

He pulled out swiftly and his hips found their way to Sirius’s hungry lips. It was such a beautiful sight, but your voice made and audible whine before you could control yourself.

“What’s wrong sweetheart, thought you wanted me to stop.”

“Wanted your cum, wanted you to cum in me Remmy.”

“We’ve got plenty of time to make that happen precious girl.”

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Hmmm yeah I’m not sure how I feel about this one, but I hope y’all enjoy my lovelies <3

@thotbutpurple @quindolyn @sunny-bunnny

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0nlythrowharrybeaux · 3 years

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Roxy's Record Store (Part 2)

WC: 8.1K

TW: Verbal abuse

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“So you and Harry called a truce?” Sarah asked after taking a sip of her pellegrino and Y/N smiled.

“Yeah, I think so?” Y/N said.

“I hope so… you guys are insufferable.” She whined, “No offense.” She added quickly and Y/N just chuckled.

“I mean he’s just… so annoying sometimes. I try and he just…likes to push my buttons.”

“Hopefully not anymore. He’s pretty chuffed about the shoutout you gave him on the podcast.” Sarah informed before slipping some of her salad into her mouth and Y/N giggled.

“What the fuck is that?”

“Slang for like pleased or content, but like in a cuter way.”

“Giddy?” Y/N said and Sarah shook her head.

“Chuffed sounds better.” She responded. Y/N couldn’t help but smile. She had tried to be neutral or at least nice to Harry and it seemed that he always had a bad reaction to it, hopefully that was over now. “So Roxy’s turns four next weekend and Harry’s planning this like live music thing over Friday night. It’s gonna be like a fund raiser for some charity and obvs, promo for the shop…”

“Oh really? That sounds nice.”

“Yeah, he said he was gonna send official invitations but I haven’t received anything yet.” Sarah mumbled as she eyed over the menu once more. Y/N glanced at her suspiciously.

“You’re quite peckish today.” She commented and Sarah glanced up.

“The last few days actually, might be m’period… I think we hang out too much.” Sarah mumbled and Y/N giggled. She tended to always have snacks or always save room for dessert, especially when she was extra hormonal. If their cycles ended up merging it wouldn't actually be such an insane thing. Y/N just felt sorry for Sarah because her hormones tended to be completely extreme when she was getting close.

"I'm sorry for doing this to you." she said and Sarah just laughed.

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The week had flown by and Y/N was currently in the über on her way to Roxy’s for the birthday/charity event. She was wearing the cutest set! Yes, she was a little late, but since when did she shy away from looking her best. As soon as she arrived she went to look for her friends. She greeted them each happily and was told that Harry was wandering around playing host. The music was good and the vibe was amazing. Soon she was heading over to the little drinks area with Niall, ordering herself a whiskey and ginger ale and heading off to explore the event some more.

“You look good!” Y/N complimented Niall.

“Thanks, I decided I should wear something other than a t-shirt and jeans.” He chuckled and Y/N did as well.

“Comfort is key though.” She reminded.

“Oh, you’re one to talk… you’re always in some boujee outfit.” He laughed.

“It’s my comfortable.” She shrugged and he chuckled.

“You look good too, I mean y’always do…” he said and she smiled.

“Thanks.” She felt a little nervous because was Niall cute, yes! But she wasn’t sure if he into her or if they just got along really well. Everyone was having a great time and as the event went on they had more drinks and cupcakes and it was just a fun vibe.

“Oh my god, this is a great song! We need to go dance!” Niall said and Y/N giggled.

“I can’t! I’m so bad!”

“I’ll show you, c’mon.” He convinced and she squealed as he pulled her along by the hand and into the little crowd that was bopping along before the little makeshift stage. Last Nite by the Strokes was being covered wonderfully as they danced like there was no tomorrow. He was leading her and spinning her around to the fun and upbeat song. When it came to an end the band thanked everyone for the chance to perform that night and they clapped along with everyone and they were giggling as he was pulling her towards the drinks because she needed a water. She was mid-drink when Piledriver Waltz sounded over the speakers.

“Oh my god…” she said looking towards him, “This is one of my favorites.”

“Me too!” He smiled and she bit down on her lip as he pulled her back out towards the people that were still dancing in the empty space.

*******

“Oh my god, look at them!” Sarah cooed to Mitch and Harry. They both turned to the other side of the room and saw Niall and Y/N dancing and singing along to the Piledriver Waltz with so much gusto.

Harry doesn’t know why watching their faces so close together made his heart twist with a little pain. She looked like she was having the time of her life out there. He had never seen her so relaxed and on top of that she looked absolutely breathtaking. He watched as their lips nearly touched as they sang along and then it just happened. He saw her lean in further and attach her lips to Niall’s and then they were kissing as the guitar crooned out a beautifully tragic melody as the song winded down. He felt jealousy boiling in his veins as they pulled apart, giggling into the minimal space between them.

******

“Sorry.” Y/N giggled, it was a good sign he was giggling as well, “Don’t know what came over me.”

“S’alright, we had a moment, yeah?” He assured and she nodded, feeling a lot better now that the adrenaline from her courage started to subside. He just smiled at her, assuring her that it was OK.

The last time they had made out it had been part of suck and blow. Niall was a great kisser and she found herself thinking that she wouldn’t mind if this happened again. As the music stopped they clapped along with everyone else. After a few moments they were heading back to where their friends had been and Sarah made eyes with her that she just signaled for her to stop and Sarah just grinned.

“This has been great.” Niall said to Harry who just nodded and smiled, “I am getting hungry though.” He said and Sarah nodded in agreement.

“Same. Maybe like a burger?”

“You read my mind!” Niall said excitedly. “What do you guys say?” He asked the rest of the group who just nodded along.

“Figure out the plan and I’ll meet you all there, I need close out the event.” Harry said and every moved to towards the exit. Just as Y/N was stepping out of the shop she felt someone touch her shoulder.

“You’re the girl from Soundtrack to our lives, right?” Someone asked and she nodded with a smile, “I’m a huge fan!” The woman and her friend smiled excitedly. She started talking about how she was a music technology major and enjoyed the episodes where they would get into the production parts of albums.

“Pardon.” Niall interrupted the girl, “I’ll wait in the car.” He said, a look of urgency on his face. Niall did not mess around when it came to food and Y/N smiled.

“S’alright. I’ll catch a ride with Harry. You go ahead.” She assured and he nodded before hurrying off.

“Wait… you know Harry? Like the owner?” The girl asked and Y/N nodded. The girl was just thrilled and asking so many questions and was genuinely curious about the craft and about the in’s and outs of the industry. About 10 minutes later they heard Harry announce the closing of the event and thanked everyone for coming and soon enough people started filtering out steadily. The girls she had been talking to soon saw their friends and said goodbye, but not without getting a picture and hug from Y/N first. Soon enough she wandered back inside and heard a “We’re closed!” From behind the checkout counter.

“S’just me!” Y/N announced as she turned the lock on the front door and flipped the sign around to read the correct status.

“Oh, what’re you doing here?” He asked as he made himself seen holding a big black trash bag and Y/N walked over towards him, picking up left behind cups and napkins on her way.

“Some girls were talking to me as I was leaving and I just stayed behind to chat with them. Some college kids, they were sweet.” She said as she let them fall into the bag Harry held open for her.

“Thanks.”

“Yeah.” She smiled lightly before letting her teeth bite into her lip as she turned around to help clear up a bit more, “Tonight was really cool. I had fun.” She said as she walked over to him again and dropped a few cups into the bag.

“Oh, I saw…” he chuckled and she shook her head bashfully. “Don’t get all shy about it now!” He teased.

“That was nothing. We just had a moment… the right music, the right vibe… could’ve been anyone.” She shrugged as she watched him tie-off the bag with the red strings looping out from it.

“Anyone, huh?”

“Yeah. Even you!” She teased and he chuckled despite the fluttering in his tummy as his mind conjured up an image of them on the dance floor instead of Niall, “You seem like you’d be a good kisser.” She said as she hopped to sit on one of the tables along the wall that she had cleared up. He chuckled nervously.

“How would that even be a thing you determine?” He asked and she giggled.

“Well first off you have nice teeth and I can tell you have good hygiene, that’s a huge one!” She said and he chuckled, “But also you’re very like… adaptable. You need to be adaptable to be a good kisser. Like just go with it, you know?” “Yeah, I guess that makes sense…does that mean you’re a bad kisser?” He teased with a grin and she scoffed, making him laugh.

“I’m adaptable!” She defended through a laugh and he chuckled.

“Sure you are…” he joked.

“Whatever…” she whined, “Are we leaving soon?”

“Yeah, we can go. Ughh cleaning all this is gonna be a bitch. Gonna have to come early tomorrow.” He complained and she hopped off her seat on the table, noticing his phone was there and picking it up for him.

“I’m sure it’ll be OK.” She explained, “The girls I was talking with seemed to be sweet on you.” She said as they walked towards the back entrance.

“Yeah?” He grinned.

“Mhmm. We’re gonna have to stop warding off the suitors pretty soon.” She joked and he chuckled.

“Yeah, OK…” Harry was a pretty modest guy when push came to shove. He got a little shy, which was extremely endearing. Right off the bat he came off as aloof and even a little cocky, but as she began to experience him a little more she saw that he was quite a lovely person. As they headed down the dark hallway towards the back entrance. “Oh shoot, I forgot my phone.” He said as he patted at his pockets.

“Oh, here. You left if on the table.” She said holding it up for him. He looked at her for a moment before taking it.

“Thank you.”

“Yeah, no problem.” She hummed with a smile as they headed out of the backdoor. She was a little shocked when he opened up her door to the car before letting her settle in and closing it and then heading over to his side. He climbed in and started the car. Immediately Y/N heard Fleetwood Mac play over the speakers and smiled as she heard “Silver Springs”, “Such a good song.” She hummed as she opened up her message from Niall. She hadn’t even noticed that he was just staring at her, “Mmmm, they’re at Burger She Wrote on Beverly and Vista.” She said turning to him quickly and noticing he was just looking at her, “Did you forget something else?” She asked with a smile and he sniggered nervously before clearing his throat.

“Umm…no. No.” He said and she smiled, “I just umm…” he squeezed his eyes shut for a second before looking right at her and leaning over to her side. His hand came up and held her face gently as he leaned in further until there was a sliver of space between them.

“Harry, what’re you doing?” She breathed out nervously, her lips skimming his own as she spoke.

“You’re not really going with the flow…” he said quietly and she smiled before closing the small gap between them. He smiled against her lips and continued with moving his lips against hers in slow and gentle motions. Her lips were soft and sweet against his own, they were moving perfectly with his, following his lead. She started pressing herself closer to the center console to reach him better when her phone started ringing loudly, startling them both apart. It was Sarah. She answered it with shaky hands and put it on speaker.

“Hello?”

“Where are you guys? We’re about to get seated.” She explained.

“We were just cleaning up the shop a bit, we’ll be there in 10.” Harry answered for Y/N.

“OK, hurry.��

“Yeah. See you soon.”

“See ya’!” She said before hanging up.

“Sorry for just…springing that on you.” He shook his head in slight embarrassment, but still not moving away.

“It’s OK.” She said timidly, “I mean… I was right, though, baby. You are a good kisser. So…at least there’s that.” She sniggered nervously and he did as well. Did she call him “baby”? Why did he want her to do it again?

“Ummm, thank you. You too.” He smiled, bringing his hand back to scratch his neck.

“Thanks.” She laughed a bit.

“So… we should probably go.” He said settling back into his seat and she giggled.

“Don’t make it weird.”

“OK.” He answered.

“OK. Now let’s go.”

**********

Y/N’s brain was going a thousand miles a minute since Harry kissed her. It scared her that she had no clue where things would have gone had Sarah not called. He was such an amazing kisser that she would’ve stayed there all night if he wanted. She was completely zoned out with a fry in her hand until she felt a little nudge on her shoulder.

“Hey… you good?” Niall asked making everyone look to her.

“Hmmm?” She asked and he chuckled.

“You’re completely zoned out there, babe.” He smiled.

“Oh, sorry… just thinking.” She said and shook her head before she continued eating. She could’ve sworn she saw Harry’s smug grin through her peripheral vision. As they continued eating and hanging out she was just distracted. She didn’t want to look at him, especially when she felt his eyes on her, begging her to turn to him, but she wasn’t giving in. This was confusing. Why had he kissed her? They were barely civil with each other. Why did she enjoy it so much? Why was she dying to do it again? She was in a trance the rest of the night, barely realizing that they had walked outside and were saying their goodbyes until Mitch was pulling her in for a hug and mumbling a “see you later”.

“Right.” she hummed before moving on to Sarah and then Harry.

“Need a ride?” He asked her, “I know you kind of live the opposite way.” He said to Niall now as he pulled away from Y/N.

“It’s no problem, I can take her.” He said to Harry and then looked to Y/N, “It’s no bother.” He assured her with a smile. Harry was expecting for her to reason with him, after all Niall did live the opposite way as them. And they sort of had unfinished business. They were both looking at her expectantly.

“Are you sure?” She asked Niall and Harry hated the flip his stomach did when she stepped closer to Niall.

“Yeah, of course.” He confirmed and she smiled softly.

“Thank you, Harry, I think I’ll just go with Niall.” She said and he felt his jaw tense but he nodded at her.

“Well good night, see you guys around.” He said and turned around and headed off towards his car without another glance back. Y/N frowned when she realized that he was upset. It wasn’t that she didn’t want to go with him… god, she was dying to. But that was exactly why she needed to go with Niall. Things with him had always been tumultuous and just because they kissed it didn’t mean that they were suddenly friends. If anything, it made things a lot more complicated and messy. She loved their little group and she would need to figure this out before making a decision about this.

“Geez… he’s in a mood.” Sarah mumbled as they watched him walk off.

“When is he not?” Mitch chuckled in response, to which they all sort of agreed upon. And soon they were all parting ways. She settled into Niall’s car and they took off towards her home. It was quiet for a bit and then she spoke up.

“Are you maybe up for a drink?” She asked.

“Now?”

“Yeah. I know it’s late but, just kinda in the mood.” She explained, he seemed a little conflicted, “My treat?” She said and he chuckled, “You can say no.” she said and he looked to her briefly.

“I want to, I just have work in the morning.” He explained.

“I live close to the studio, we can just drink at mine and you can sleep over?” She bargained and he nodded.

“Yeah, alright.” He agreed.

“I’ve got some clothes you can borrow too.” She assured and he nodded as they headed towards her place. After the music played between them for a bit he cleared his throat and looked to her for a sec as they stopped at a red light.

“Am I crazy or was Harry upset at you for coming with me?” He said and she just audibly sighed and he chuckled upon the silent confirmation, “And why does this warrant a drink?” He followed up and she just let herself fall back into the seat where she turned her head towards him.

“When we got in the car he…kissed me.” She said quietly and Niall’s eyes went wide, “I know! Like… what the hell?” She exclaimed, they were so wrapped up in the moment that they were startled by the car behind them honking for them to move past the intersection since the light was now green. He hurried forward, looking back to the road.

“Shit…” he mumbled.

“Right. Like… it was good. But I’m not sure how I feel and I think he wanted to kind of… continue where we left off.”

“Understandable to both things…” he said and she giggled, “Hey, it’s valid because you don’t get along but also you’re a good kisser, I would want to continue exploring that.” He chuckled and she did so too. “That’s random… did you like, have a moment or something?”

“No? I don’t think so? I was just looking up the directions you had sent me when he made his move!” She explained.

“And you let him…” Niall said with a grin and she felt her face heat up in embarrassment.

“I guess I did. I mean, can you blame me? All the frustration and irritation we feel towards each other, there’s always so much tension, you have to wonder if it’s just sexual tension, you know?” She covered up her true reason for allowing the kiss expertly, but Niall wasn’t buying it.

“Alright…” he responded incredulously, “What if he likes you?” He asked and Y/N felt her heart flutter at the prospect of that. It made her a little nervous to think that.

“Nah…”

“I mean, who knows…do you…like him?” Niall asked and she immediately shook her head.

“No. I mean, he’s cool when we get along and I can’t say he’s not attractive… but no.” she replied. Maybe she had a crush on him… she liked the idea that he was a bit unavailable to her.

“Well maybe you will at some point.” He reasoned and she chuckled incredulously.

“Doubt it.”

*********

Harry was annoyed. She had chosen to go with Niall instead of him; he just wanted to feel things out. He was seeing parts of her that he really liked and it excited him that she seemed to also like him. Their dynamic had been wonderful over the last couple weeks and he just wanted to see what was up, was that so wrong?

He couldn’t admit to himself that he was into her. It just wasn’t an option because it would mean that the tight feeling in his chest wasn’t just territorial jealousy… it would mean that he felt hurt and betrayed by her choosing someone else over him. And that was a lot to unpack all on its own. He pulled his phone off of the bedside table and opened up his instagram, he saw a recent story on her private friends (that’s usually the only place she posted) and he clicked on it against his better judgement. There he saw her leaned against a man’s bare chest, it was hairy and muscular, no tattoos… it was obviously Niall. He felt his blood boil in anger as he read her little caption “SLEEPOVERS” with a little star eyes emoji. What did that mean if not that they had just fucked and that he left her feeling all dazed and starry eyed. Or at least he had gotten her off or something. He decided to just try sleeping and tried not to guilt himself for even trying to feel anything with her. It was irritating that he still wasn’t sure what he would’ve done had Sarah not called and asked where they were. What had he been thinking, trying to start something with her? Would he have tried to go further had she accepted the ride from him? He just wondered and wondered until he fell asleep.

********

Harry was mad at her again. He was back to his old self making all these unnecessary and rude remarks and not really caring who witnessed his bad attitude towards her over the last two weeks. It even lead Niall to tell her that he probably saw her instagram story and got jealous. It had to be that… what else could it be? She hadn’t done anything to him or said anything to him. She just didn’t like how things were going, so after work she decided to drop by Roxy’s and see if he was willing to talk things out. It was near closing time and she wandered in, she didn’t hear a greeting or anything, he was probably in the back. So she wandered around, sifting through things, new releases and the donations section to see if any rare gems had been dropped off.

“Welcome in, sorry I was in-” Harry paused when he saw her turn around, his smile dropping from his face, “Y/N, what’re you doing here?” He asked and she sighed.

“I came to talk to you.” She explained and sighed.

“About?” He asked.

“About why we’re back to our old shit. I thought he had agreed to be OK.” She said coming closer and he sighed. She was right, he shouldn’t have reacted like a petulant child.

“You’re right. I’m sorry.” He said lowly and she bit her lip as she came closer.

“It’s alright… and I have an inkling of suspicion that me leaving with Niall last week kind of catalyzed this shift…” she started carefully.

“We really don’t need to talk about that. Let’s just forget anything happened.” He said firmly and headed back to the register counter. She bit her lip and followed him behind the counter and sat at the stool he had back there as he started organizing to close out for the night. She didn’t want to forget what happened, it had been good, really good. Definitely worth remembering.

“Harry.” she said quietly.

“Yeah?” He asked as he typed away on the check out tablet.

“I don’t want to forget about what happened.” She let out and she saw his movements freeze as he let out a long exhale, “Can you look at me for a minute?” She asked and he turned, still leaning on the counter directly across from her, “I didn’t mean to hurt your feelings when I left with Niall-”

“For the record, you didn’t hurt-”

“OK, whatever that was then.” She said and he continued looking at her with a straight face, “I was nervous to leave with you because I just didn’t know where we would end up. And we’re just… getting to a good place you know? I didn’t want to risk us biting off far more of each other than we can chew and let things get all tense and messy again.”

“So you hook up with someone else to process through that instead of just talking to me about it?” He asked, a tone of irritation laced into his words.

“I didn’t do anything with Niall.” She clarified, “We literally watched a movie and cuddled, OK? I was going to talk to you about it and then you started acting like a-”

“An arrogant son of a bitch?” He cut in and she sputtered on a laugh.

“I was gonna say “jerk”, you goof.” She said swinging her foot out and lightly knocking his shin with the tip of her shoe, making him grin at the floor. He was embarrassed.

“I’m…sorry.” He apologized, finally looking at her again and she smiled.

“That’s hard for you to say, isn’t it?”

“Don’t mock.” He warned and she shook her head.

“M’not. It’s hard for me too. I think we’re a lot more alike than we care to admit.” She confessed, “Look, just don’t get all upset like that next time. It kind of… does things to me.”

“I wasn’t upset.” He said again but then spoke again, “Like what kind of things?” He asked and she sighed.

“Like makes me feel guilty…like I made you feel bad… and as much as this animosity between us is fun,” she explained, “I get that it’s mostly just banter, you know? Thinking that I had actually done something to make you upset was not nice for me.” She confessed and he nodded in understanding, “Well, I guess I was feeling bad for nothing since you weren’t upset, though.” She finished and he looked into her eyes with a grin.

“Right. I wasn’t upset.” He confirmed and she giggled and looked down at her lap, feet swinging lightly against the stool, “But… I was…jealous.” He mumbled quietly and her eyes met his again. He expected some satisfied little grin or a teasing remark but he was met with nothing of the sort. Instead, her eyes were filled with a little surprise that she was masking rather well, he must credit her.

“Well, you’ve nothing to be jealous about, baby.” She said cooly and certainly and he just let his lips turn un in a little smile and felt his cheeks heating with a blush, “Well, now that we’re cool again…” she said as she slid off the stool, “I should be going.” She finished as she straightened out her skirt.

“Right, do you need a ride?” He asked and she shook her head.

“Kinda feel like a walk.” She said and he nodded.

“OK, well please let me know when you get home, yeah?” He said as she headed around the counter.

“Yeah, I will.” She assured as she dug around for her headphones.

“And if you change your mind about walking at any moment or just get tired of walking you just need to call m-”

“Yes, I’ll call Niall…” she joked and he shook his head with a chuckle.

“You’re being mean.”

“It was a joke. I will call you.” She said and stuck out her pinky to him, “I pinky promise.” He smiled and let his finger wrap around hers for a moment before they were slipping apart and he watched her walk out of the shop. God, he was so into her.

********

It had been a few weeks since their talk at Roxy’s and Harry and Y/N were getting along just fine. Did they still get annoyed with each other, of course, but they no longer resorted to any petty digs or rude comebacks. Everyone noticed and they loved the new vibe in the group. Even Harry and Y/N felt better as individuals, she had never realized how exhausting it was to always be fighting or upset at someone until she wasn’t. That’s why even when she saw her ex at this party she didn’t really feel anything bad, she just moved on with her life for the evening, talking with other people and ignoring his existence. That was until he decided that he didn’t like that.

“Y/N.” She heard and turned to the side, smiling as the alcohol in her system provided her with a good buzz.

“Hi David.” She responded and he smiled, expecting a not so friendly greeting from her, but she was on a good one.

“You look like a million bucks.” He said eyeing her up and down and she smiled.

“Umm, thank you.” She accepted the compliment, “You’re looking good too.” She reciprocated. He looked a lot more buff and his shorter hair really suited him. See, Y/N was being friendly and it seemed that he was too. Sure, their relationship had ended pretty badly, but when he apologized to her for how things had ended she felt more at ease to continue entertaining him. They were catching up and talking about how things were going for each other. She had a bit more to drink and soon enough was getting tired, it was time to go home.

“Well David, I am shocked to say this, but I’m glad I ran into you.”

“Oh, are you heading out?”

“Yeah.” She confirmed.

“In this state?” He frowned.

“Oh no, I took an uber. I planned on drinking a bit so I didn’t want to risk it, you know?”

“Right. Well, I’ve only had 3 beers, I could drop you off if you want?” He said and she bit her lip. She would feel safer with someone she knew so she agreed and soon they were walking out and as soon as the cool night air hit her face she understood just how much she had actually drank. Despite that, they were settling into his car, he started it, and after a few moments they were taking off. “You still live in the same place?” He asked and she nodded.

“Yeah.” She verbalized, “Fuck, I didn’t think I had drank this much.” She confessed and he chuckled.

“Did you want me to open the window?”

“Please.” She said and he did so, letting some fresh air in so she felt less stuffy.

“So… are you seeing anyone?” He asked and she glanced at him with tired eyes.

“No. I mean, I haven’t properly dated anyone since you.” She explained, obviously oversharing in her drunkenness. However, David took this information as an “I miss you” and so when he stopped at the red light he just leaned over and kissed her hungrily. She was taken back and pushed him away, “David.” She panted at the advance.

“Sorry, you just make me crazy.” He confessed before he took off. She noticed that he turned down another main street.

“My house is the other way.”

“I know, babe. We can just go to mine, s’closer.”

“Wait.”

“What?” He asked.

“I’m not… like. I don’t want to hook up with you.” She clarified through a giggle.

“You said you haven’t seen anyone since me.”

“Yeah, I haven’t. I’m still working through shit from us, it’s not because I’m not over you.” She giggled in her drunkenness. All ability to be tactful was gone. He glanced at her angrily and she suddenly felt nervous, “I’m sorry.” She said softly and he groaned.

“You always do this. You always back out of things.” He said as he drove further, “You leave people hanging once you’ve unloaded all your shit on them.” He seethed and she was growing angry.

“You think we ended because I have no follow through? That’s rich! Listen to the way you’re speaking to me and tell me who in their right mind would stay with you, David!” She countered and suddenly he was pulling towards the curb and slammed on the breaks making her jolt forward, groaning as the seatbelt tightened up at the movement and the material dug harshly into her chest and lower stomach, she felt the material pinching at her skin when she tried to move, “What the hell, David?” She groaned, she went to unbuckle herself to get comfortable again and he covered the clasp.

“You think I need you?” He asked angrily, “Such an arrogant and stuck up bitch, like you? Sweetheart, I have been better than ever without you around.” He muttered.

“That’s why you were trying to take me to your place and fuck me, huh? Because you don’t need someone like me?” She challenged.

“You think you’re special because you’ve done one good thing in your stupid, little life?” She felt her eyes starting to glaze over, “I never gave a fuck about you. I let you stick around because you give good head and aren’t a bad fuck, but you’re nothing special, Y/N.” He seethed.

“Let me out.” Her voice quivered.

“Gladly.” He responded curtly and unbuckled her before unlocking the car and she hurried out, “Fuck you!” He shouted as she slammed the door and she just started rushing down the sidewalk. This was not an ideal place to be stranded, her vision was blurry from her tears, she was crying so hard that her contacts had even slipped out of her eyes and as she tripped on an uneven piece of sidewalk she felt hard onto her knees, wincing at the pain of the new scrapes. She whimpered for a moment and got herself up and leaned against the nearest building, feeling more sober than before. She grabbed her phone from her bag and saw it was nearly 2am, but despite that she didn’t even hesitate when she searched up Harry’s name and called him. It only rung a few times before he picked up.

“Hello?” He sounded hoarse and sleepy.

“H-harry, s’me ummm-”

“Are you alright?” He asked, a lot more awake when he heard the crack in her voice, she was crying.

“I'm a little drunk, but I’m fine. But ummm-” she sniffled, “I’m kind of tired of walking.” She said softly and he smiled, he remembered their pinky promise from a few weeks back.

“Send me your location. I’ll be there in a few.” He said softly.

“OK.” She whispered, he could hear her fumbling a bit, “There.” She said into the speaker. He looked at it and was relieved that it was only 15 minutes away.

“It’s only 15 minutes away, I’m leaving now. Are you somewhere well lit?”

“There’s a shell gas station at the end of the block, I’ll see you there?”

“Yeah.”

“And Harry?”

“Yes?”

“Thank you.” She whispered.

“It’s not a problem, I’ll see you soon.” He said quietly, before hanging up.

Y/N waited for a bit before she saw his car pulling into the station. She made her way over to it and slipped inside quietly.

“Are you alright?” He asked right away and she nodded, he looked her over, “Your knees.”

“I fell.” She explained.

“Did you want me to take you to yours or back to mine?”

“Mine if it’s not too much trouble. Really want a shower.” She explained and he nodded and took off, deciding not to say anything about her smudged makeup. They were quiet for a little bit and then she spoke up, “I ran into my ex at the party tonight.” She explained, “I thought he was just being nice… he had been all night. He was just trying to fuck. I obviously told him that I was over him and didn’t want that… but he can be so mean sometimes when he talks to me.”

“I’m sorry.” He said softly and she sighed.

“He said that he never cared about me… he was just using me.”

“Well he’s a fucking prick, I hope you know that.” He said and she nodded.

“Yeah, I do. S’why I dumped his ass.” She said and he smiled. Soon, they were pulling up to her townhome and she sighed, “Thank you, Harry. For everything.” She said quietly and he smiled.

“S’no problem, I couldn’t break our pinky swear.” He reminded and she smiled.

“I know it’s late, do you want to stay?”

“Don’t want to be alone?” He asked and she smiled sadly.

“Yeah, something like that.” She admitted.

“C’mon then.” He said and they got out of the car and she let them into her townhome. Harry was already in his sleeping clothes so Y/N told him to feel free to just get into bed, which he did while she showered and put on Pinky and the Brain. She felt bruises forming imprints of the seatbelt onto her right shoulder and her lower stomach, she cleaned her knees gently and then was drying off. She huffed when she realized that she didn’t have clothes.

“Shit…” she huffed, shivering a bit at the cold taking over. She opened the door quietly, “Umm, Harry?” She called out.

“Hmmm?” She heard faintly.

“I forgot to grab clothes, I’m coming out in a towel, OK?”

“Do you want me to close my eyes?” He asked and she peaked her head out and just smiled.

“You don’t have to, I was just giving you a warning before you thought I was trying to take advantage or seduce you or something.” She said as she walked out, clinging tightly to the towel. She headed to her dresser and pulled out a giant t-shirt and some shorts. When she turned back to go to the bathroom she took in Harry laying on her bed (not on her side, surprisingly) one of his hands was behind his head, propping him up to watch the TV, the other was laying on his stomach and his legs were extended out, ankles crossed over each other. He looked completely comfortable, like he’d been in this position hundreds of times before.

“Hey, wait.” He shot up from his position.

“What?” She asked, stopping before heading back into the ensuite bathroom. He came up to her and frowned at the mark on her shoulder. It was going down to the top of her breast.

“That bruise.” He frowned, his eyebrows furrowed.

“David-” she mumbled and Harry breathed in sharply, “He slammed on the breaks and it triggered the lock on the seatbelt.” She explained and he nodded.

“Does it hurt?”

“Just a little.” She responded softly. “I’m pretty sure there’s gonna be one on my lower stomach from the bottom of the belt.” She sighed and he shook his head. He felt upset at this; he knew she could be a tough pill to swallow, but she was so good underneath it all. She was misunderstood and he saw that now. “Alright, let me get changed.” She said and he allowed her to head back in, after a few minutes she was out and asking if he wanted water or something, to which he agreed and soon enough she was coming back and climbing into her bed. Her air freshener and the TV screen provided a light glow to the bed room as they got comfortable.

“I’m sorry this happened to you.” He said quietly and she sighed.

“I can be a bit mouthy sometimes…” she sighed and he turned to her, face set in a frown.

“No one should treat you like that or do something to deliberately hurt you just because you got “mouthy”, that’s not OK.” He said seriously but quietly, “You understand that, right?”

“Yeah… I think that’s why ummm… that’s why I can be a little snappy or defensive when we argue sometimes, force of habit. Have to pretend it doesn’t get under my skin, you know?” She said softly and he just took her in, the sadness in her eyes, he understood her a lot better now. She sighed, “I’m sorry if I ever took it too far or if I ever-” she fell silent as his hand came up and combed her hair back.

“I’m sorry too for pushing your buttons. I know I can be…an asshole sometimes…” he trailed off and she smiled softly, “What?”

“You’re not an asshole, Harry. You’re… maybe one of the best people I’ve ever met.” She whispered and he smiled back at her. He wanted to kiss her right now, but after the night she’d had, the last thing he wanted to do was put another unforeseen circumstance on her plate.

“Can I ask you a serious question?”

“Yeah.” She responded, not breaking eye contact with him.

“Are you the big spoon or the little spoon?” He asked and she giggled.

“I can do either one.” She responded and he smiled.

“Me too, m’a cuddler, so if you want a cuddle just scoot on in, I won’t mind.” He said and she just shifted over, laying her head on his chest as his arm held her back. “They’re Pinky and the Brain. Yes, Pinky and the Brain. One is a genius the other’s insane. They’re laboratory mice, their genes have been spliced. They’re Pinky and the Brain, brain, brain, brain. Brain, brain, brain, brain. Brain!” Harry sang quietly and she smiled, letting him continue, “Before each night is done their plan will be unfurled by the dawning of the sun. They’ll take over the world! They’re Pinky and the Brain. Yes, Pinky and the Brain. Their twilight campaign is easy to explain. To prove their mousy worth they’ll overthrow the earth. They’re Pinky. They’re Pinky and the Brain, brain, brain, brain. Brain, brain, brain, brain-”

“Narf!” Y/N honked in a Pinky-esque voice and Harry just burst into laughter as did she. They laughed for a little before settling down.

“That was cute.” He hummed softly and she smiled as she nuzzled closer against him and he hugged around her waist a little tighter, his thumb grazed against her soothingly. She felt completely comfortable with him right now. Could this have always been their dynamic had they just tried to be nicer from the start? She loved this… everything about how he had really come through for her and those were the thoughts that helped lull her to sleep right within his hold.

Y/N woke up before Harry and it was interesting to her how she was now the one hugging around him, he was cuddled up closer into her embrace, legs tangled together. He smelled like himself and a little cologne and it was so lovely. And he was warm, so warm. She wanted to make him something nice for having left the comfort of his own home to answer her drunk call to come get her when she was in a tight spot. She slipped out, ensuring he was still covered up and she went and made him some eggs Benedict, vegetarian because she knew he preferred that, adding in avocado instead of the meat. She ground up coffee beans and made him a fresh brew and soon enough she was heading back to her bedroom, seeing that he had rolled over to the center of the bed. She sat beside him and took him in for a moment, she wasn’t sure where she should touch him to wake him, she didn’t want to startle him.

“Stop staring, creep.” he rasped out and she smiled but flicked his arm.

“I just didn’t want to startle you. I made breakfast.”

“I know… smells amazing.” He said turning over and opening his eyes. How he wanted to reach over and pull her down to cuddle him again. He looked so cozy and relaxed, she wanted to be back in the bed with him. And when he made no move to get up she smiled.

“What if I bring the food up here and we just-”

“Be lazy?” He asked and she nodded.

“Are you playing hooky?” She asked.

“Nah, I was gonna take today off actually.” He explained.

“For?” She inquired and he looked to her nervously before speaking.

“I’m working on an EP. I need to kind of show some songs to my producers next week and I haven’t been putting in enough time, so today was gonna be for that.”

“Well… feel free to do that here. Or if you want to head out after you eat.” She offered and he smiled, “Let me go grab the food.” She said before hurrying out of the room. He did hang out for a few hours after they ate and once he had secured some studio time in the evening with Mitch he headed out.

*******

“Hey man, where’ve you been all day?” Mitch asked as he walked into the studio.

“Hey. Umm, I was actually with Y/N.” He said and Mitch froze.

“All night and all day?” He asked again and Harry nodded with a soft smile.

“She’s not so bad.” He said nonchalantly.

“Are you saying that because you slept with her?” He asked in concern and Harry looked at him harshly.

“No. I didn’t sleep with her. She just had a rough night, OK?”

“And she called you? Was Niall not available?” He joked as he unpacked his guitar.

“You’re such a dick…” Harry huffed through a laugh, “A few weeks back when she came over to talk and fix things she walked home and I made her promise to let me know when she just wasn’t up for walking or if she ever got tired on her way home. So she was a little drunk and took me up on that offer and I gave her a lift and we just hung out during the day.” He explained, skipping over the details.

“Well I’m glad you’re getting along. I told you she was cool.”

“Yeah, she is.” He said as he tuned his own guitar.

“Did you finish THE SONG?” Mitch asked.

“Yeah and I gave it a name too! I called it Meet Me in the Hallway.” He elaborated as he strummed out a chord, checking his tuning job.

“Nice. Well, I’m sure we’ll get that demo done today but you need a few more songs.”

“I’ve got one I did a while back, I think we can make it into something cool. And well, the others, I don’t know.”

“Time to get writing!” Mitch said as he plugged in his guitar.

“Yeah…” Harry huffed tiredly.

*******

“Fuck…” Harry huffed as he crumbled up yet another sheet of paper.

Writing under pressure was hard enough, let alone writing something good under pressure. Especially when the only thing swimming in his brain was Y/N’s drunk call to come help her… he was glad she had called. Dare he say, he missed her. He wished he had kissed her before he left today, her lips were totally meant to move with his, but then there was this fear underlying his feelings. They were just barely trying to be friends… how ridiculous was he for already starting to like her? He swears he’s so naive to romance sometimes… like an eager little boy. It was pathetic, he didn’t want to leave her house today because the feeling of loneliness he felt when he wasn’t around her was enormous. He grabbed his pen again and started scribbling down some phrases that came to mind and he bit his lip.

“I’m gonna write a song about you, aren’t I?” He whispered to himself. “No, you’re not.” He whispered stubbornly to himself, “I can’t. I mean… after everything she’s put me through…I have more dignity and pride than that.” He muttered tiredly before sighing as he thought back to their conversation a few weeks back when he called himself an arrogant son of a bitch. Maybe he could use that...

“I guess I’m doing this.” He sighed.

#writing #harry styles fan fic #enemies to lovers #harry styles #harry styles au

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bonosimpblues · 2 years

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Fic: Tea for two and two for tea

Just a little something I wrote for the wonderful @the-lazy-leprechaun after being inspired by an exchange of messages about the beauty of Bono. (and let’s face it, this is a subject that both of us could talk about forever and never get bored of)

Summary: For some people sorry seems to be the hardest word. For some others if they can’t say it they at least show it.

Not your typical ‘x reader’ fic but along those lines.

Rating: T (not explicit)

Word count: 3400

It's just another day at work when you're sat in a meeting room waiting in the lobby of an important online call. One final sip of water and straightening of your collar and you're ready. Well, you were ready but then the door swings open and you hear boisterous laughter and the phrase “Mate, my arse had never been so red raw.”

There's a visual stand off between you and the two men who have interrupted your preparations as they come to an abrupt halt when they clock you. You know who they are even if they don't know you all too well yet. Thankfully though their terribly British manners kick in and there's a rush of hurried “Oh my god, I'm so sorry”s and the suchlike before James takes one more step into the room making sure he's well away from your camera.

“I'm really sorry but I think there's been a mistake.” he whispers and you nod, keeping one eye on the time and the mercifully still black screen in front of you. “We have this room booked until three for an urgent team meeting.”

From the corner of your eye you see Bono squirming near the door, his careful politeness at risk of eating him alive if James doesn't shut up, let it go and leave.

“You do have a room booked until three but it's not this one I'm afraid. Much like eleven of your other colleagues who have done pretty much the same thing to me so far I think you'll find the invite says the conference room on floor four, not conference room four.”

If a human being paling instantly had a sound it would just have played loudly in the room. James looks down to the bundle of papers clutched alongside his iPad and the mistake registers.

“I am so, so so-”

“Welcome everybody to today's session to cover Q2 growth, Q3 targets and the implementation of the restructuring that was greenlighted last month. We have important speakers today including our departmental director over in Brackley so if someone can share the previous minutes and meeting agenda to the screen we'll get that agreed and crack on.”

When the speakers in the room crackle to life with the welcome from the host of the call you're relieved when James takes that as a hint to get out with no further fuss. As the door clicks shut and they walk away you can see through the half-drawn blinds that Bono has a hand over his face and then he looks back for a second just before they disappear from sight. Crisis narrowly averted you turn your full attention back to the meeting and pray for there to be no more interruptions.

The next day there's a tap on your office door at around eight thirty and as it swings open there's a very sheepish looking Bono poking his head around the door.

“Can I come in for a sec?”

“Sure.”

“Thanks. It's, well, it's about yesterday.”

“You should see a doctor. I have a first aid kit in here but nothing that will help with... that”

“Oh Christ, I didn't know you'd heard that bit. I'm even more bloody sorry now than I was before.”

It's hard to recall a time when you've seen a human being so close to spontaneously combusting thanks to the intensity of the blush in their cheeks.

“So, what can I do for you today?”

“Before we get to that can I just add that I cycle a lot. Love cycling and it was to do with that. Not anything... like...well...”

A smile softens the sincerely pissed off look you've been trying to work but it's pointless. You couldn't stay mad at someone as thoroughly decent and unassuming as Bono if your life depended on it.

“It's fine, these things happen.”

“Well they do but they shouldn't. I wanted to come and apologise for yesterday and how unprofessional it was of us to interrupt you. It's just that we always have our meetings in there and none of us noticed the difference in room number. All this work we do down to a millionth of a second or a fraction of a millimetre and we can't find our way to a meeting room. Doesn't say much for us does it? It's a good job we're not the ones driving the cars I reckon.”

The embarrassment has turned into the sort of deflective but endearing humour that you've heard so much about but had precious little chance to experience so far. Hands that were previously gesticulating the sincerity of the apology end up rammed in the pockets of the flattering but well fitted team trousers, those familiar long sleeves rolled up to show a wristband or two and a pair of lean, lightly tanned forearms.

“It was a mistake and nothing was lost so we can move on from it. I just needed the better facilities in there with how many people were dialling into the call and the presentations I had to go through. I might even risk using them again if you've all learned to check your meeting invites.”

It's more of a fact than a barb but you laugh at the end to soften it, not wanting to put any one person through it for the sake of the whole team's error.

“I'm just glad that the apology seems to be accepted and I personally will double check everything in future, probably even where my own office is before I go barging into it. Thanks for not making this tougher than it already was though, I appreciate that.”

“No problem.”

With a smile and a slightly awkward thumbs up Bono disappears back through the door and as it shuts behind him you try your best to stifle a very inconvenient feeling that has been building the whole time he's been talking to you. Everybody says how perfect he is but other than a few passing good mornings in the canteen or on the way into the office from the car park you've not been able to judge that for yourself at close range. It just so happens that all those people they were right. Every last one of them.

Two hours later and you're just coming out of a meeting in different part of the building. When you get back to your office there's a takeaway coffee cup on your desk along with a candy striped cardboard box on it. Intrigued, you approach it with minimal trepidation and with the heat exuding from the cup when you touch the back of your hand against it, you decide it can't have been there long. Attached to the top of the box is a company issue branded sticky note and the message registers as you sit into your chair, knowing then that it wasn't anything that required a full scale evacuation of the building.

Sorry again. Enjoy. Pete/Bono

The gesture is quite enough to get your blood pumping that little bit faster but the thought that Bono would need to clarify who he was to anybody in that building adds another mark to the 'perfect' tally that's already being kept in your brain.

Lifting the lid on the box there's a sinful looking cupcake and one of the fresh baked croissants that run out ten minutes after they're on the hot counter in the canteen. You can't help but be both impressed and touched at the same time.

Without overthinking it you open your laptop back up and find him in the staff directory. An instant message is appearing in the app window before you realise quite what you're doing.

Thanks for the treats. No need but much appreciated. Think we're all square now.

You have a momentary debate with yourself about whether it's good form or bad to put an emoji at the end to make it sound less formal but, you admonish yourself, it's a thank you note, nothing more and nothing less. You hit send and can see it's been read straight away, the image of him maybe waiting for your message or some sort of reaction sends the same flutters through your stomach that you felt earlier.

The disappointment is real though when the only response you get is a thumbs up reaction to the message. No ellipses wriggling, not even a silly gif or anything. Just the most basic 'thanks' reaction the chat app has. That dampens the giddy crushy feelings but, you tell yourself, it was silly to have them in the first place. Bono is a legend of the place and there's been people throwing themselves at him unsuccessfully for years. If anything you've thrown yourself the other way, keeping a professional distance. Even though the last 24hrs has been the most you've interacted in over four years of working in the same building together that really wasn't a reason to start mentally picking out rings and place setting colour schemes.

You always get in and leave work at reasonable times compared to some, the work life balance that keeps you both productive and sane is way too important to risk even for a job you love. That sees you out of your car and in through security just after eight most mornings. This morning the slightly bizarre happenings of the last two days feel a bit further away and it's a more normal feeling until you get to your office door again. Inside on the desk is a coffee and a fruit salad and another sticky note.

Just in case you don't do cake. Still sorry. Pete/Bono

Once you're online and can see that he is too your reply is short, sweet and grateful.

Thanks for breakfast, I could get used to this!

Again, the thumbs up reaction is the only response. As you sip the hot coffee and peel the lid from the pot of fruit you don't know whether to feel flattered at the attention or if you're making more of an apology that it really is. How to tell the difference between the two is what will go on to distract you for the rest of your working day.

The next day there's a coffee and a granola pot but no note.

The day after there's a freshly squeezed orange juice and a pain au chocolat and no note.

Both days you send a thank you message, both days you still just get a thumbs up reaction.

Then there's a weekend and you float into it as it's the most fun you've had at work for a long time. Over the weekend you're busy so the feeling dies down but when it gets to Sunday evening you stare at the notes - which you brought home and stuck to your fridge door – and decide that you'd better take breakfast into work with you in the morning.

When your alarm goes off at five thirty on a Monday morning it's most unwelcome but there's an early meeting you need to be on. By the time you're ready and have driven in it's just after seven. The lights are on down the corridor where your office is and as you round the corner on the approach to it you see a coffee cup and a brown paper bag outside the door of your office. You're about to bend down to pick them up when your office door swings open and there he is, obviously startled by your presence as much as you are by his when he jumps backwards as if he's just seen a ghost.

“Ah. You're, um, about early.”

“Yeah, early meeting this morning but at least this way I get to say thanks in person. Doing it by message always feels a little bit impersonal. So, thank you.”

Your smile is wide and you can see the way Bono's shoulders narrow in slightly and how he starts avoiding your eyes that he's not that comfortable being caught out, let alone thanked in person.

“Do you... maybe... want to come in and eat yours with me? I'm guessing that's what this is on the floor out here. I have half an hour spare.”

“Oh, I don't want to interrupt.”

“Offer's there. Company might not be what you're used to though.”

His shoulders ease a little and he smiles back, his eyes sparkle and all the feelings from last week come surging back again.

“Well, go on then, if you're sure.”

You bend down to grab his breakfast from the floor and hand it over, following him into your office. On your desk is a napkin and on it is a paper cup with a teabag tag hanging over the side, a small black flask, two milk portions and a chocolate brownie.

“Now this is intriguing.”

He sits in the chair at the other side of your desk and puts his breakfast down.

“Well I wasn't sure if you were veggie or anything and I knew I was early in today so didn't want to get you anything that might go cold. The flask is just hot water, I wasn't sure how you had your tea.”

The fact that he's more particular about tea than coffee seems entirely consistent with everything you'd come to know about him so far, limited though it had been. When you start to make the tea you see him watching you at first, sure he's noting down all the things you're doing wrong. Eventually he pops the lid off his cup and in there is tea so short on milk it's almost but not quite black and looks strong enough to jump start any busy working week. There's something telling about the way he's so carefully considered what to bring for you that needs discussing but perhaps not right now.

“Usually I'll drink it white in a morning and switch to black or green in an afternoon. Supposedly it's better for you but it tastes okay however it comes. Oh, and I'm not a veggie but you've really apologised more than enough. I feel bad that you're bringing me all this.”

“I still feel terrible about why I started bringing it.”

Bono fiddles with his watch strap and you can feel the embarrassment radiating off him. Being a forthright person you want to sort it all out and so take a sip of the tea but before you put it back down the next comment just comes out of your mouth uninvited.

“How about telling me why you were red raw, then that mystery is solved and we can move on.”

His laughter is musical – magical almost – and with a resigned shrug and a sigh he sits back in the chair, his bacon sandwich half in and half out of the bag, and tells you the tale of how he forgot his saddle balm doing a long distance charity bike ride in the off season and how that left him unable to sit down properly for three days much to the amusement of everybody on the engineering team and in the factory.

By the time the story has concluded – and he's got such a way with words as he tells it, so dry and entertaining – you've laughed more than you have in a long time. He's scrunching up the bag from his sandwich and ramming it into his empty paper cup and you've saved the brownie for after the meeting but your tea is gone too.

“I'd better let you get on. Busy days Mondays all round aren't they.”

You nod and get up from behind your desk and Bono stands too but as you both move to the end of the desk and towards the door it just brings you closer together. Feeling something, although you're not entirely sure what, you stand your ground in the best possible way, not backing away from whatever you're feeling that you're becoming ever surer that he feels too. The frisson feels as if it could go either way though and it's not worth spooking either of you if you are reading it all wrong. There is another way to go though.

“Before you get off, much as I appreciate all of this, I'd like to do something for you too. To say thank you for your apology. How about lunch one day and you can tell me more about you and what goes off in your world that we don't get on this side of the building?”

“Um... yeah... I'm definitely up for that.”

“Great, I'll message you.”

And with that, he's gone and your Monday morning is the weirdest you've had for a while. You quickly set up for the meeting but even though it goes well you know that your auto pilot is on. You're not thinking about anything more than when you can make those lunch plans.

When you send the message and push your luck asking if Saturday is any good for lunch it's not even ten minutes before you get a reply which comes as soon as it's been read. Saturday he can't do but Sunday he can and within half a dozen messages the time and place has been set and you've exchanged numbers too. The rest of the day flies past in a blur and it's only when you get home that it registers exactly what you've done and quite what you've let yourself in for.

Breakfast stops appearing every morning but instead a variety of sweet or healthy treats start to be hand delivered to you every day. The visits are only brief but if they were any more than that you'd be spending more time than you are already thinking about him (if that's even possible). He gives you some sort of silly reason or fact with each one, some of which are too ludicrous to believe, and then goes on his way. What he hadn't anticipated though is that you're a gifter too and there's all sorts of deliveries arriving for him at reception. They range from expensive teas to gourmet doughnuts to a variety of cycling products that prevent chafing. That drives your messaging from the online system at work to your phone which starts to ping dozens of times a day.

Sunday arrives and you're in the bar at the country pub, unable to stop yourself from getting there earlier than arranged. Your wine sits barely touched though, the nerves building as you wait for him to arrive. When he does there's a moment when you want to pinch yourself to check if it's even happening. Immediately you prefer off-the-clock Bono when he softly places his hand on your shoulder to let you know he's there. You turn around and he's wearing smart jeans and shoes, a well pressed casual shirt and has a designer Harrington jacket on, the stitching and lining of which screams that Lewis picked it out for him. He greets you with a hug that you can't help but hold a little too long and you don't get the chance to offer him your compliment about smelling nice before he's already beaten you to it. He orders a drink and asks the barman if your table is ready before perching on the stool beside you.

The pair of you haven't even made it to lunch before the laughing starts and the ease with which you're changing from workplace acquaintances to potentially something else is promising, verging on fairytale in fact. He's mid way through telling you a story that Shov would never want to get round at work when he reaches out as part of emphasising how funny he finds it and more than once his hand rests on your arm for a moment or two. You melt completely, of course you do, and make a mental note to ask and listen intently later on when you ask him to tell you exactly how he likes his tea made. You're not normally that kind of person and you don't think Bono is either but as the last week has proved, it's always helpful to know what someone enjoys for breakfast.

Thanks for reading if you made it this far and I hope you enjoyed it. And as ever, if you can’t be nice about it at least be kind :)

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deluluass · 3 years

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Then, the dam breaks.

Content warnings: rape/noncon; nsfw; dacryphilia; mild infantilization

Kuroo's not a bad person.

Not even by a long shot. "Bad" is willfully stretching out a leg, hidden like a predator among the bushes; hungry for an unknowing soul who's naively secured with their surroundings and the crack that resounds when face finally meets floor.

Or, murder! Murder is bad, he believes.

No, Kuroo isn't capable of any of those things. He might seem like he has a mean streak about him. What, with his sharp tongue and that incorrigible self-satisfied smirk (according to Yaku) and his words that may or may not sting like a backhanded slap sometimes. But that's all in good humor.

Well-deserved, too, when given to the right asshole. And if he does manage to get under the skin of the wrong person, Kuroo's not above offering an apology.

And he means it. (Occasionally.)

There's no pleasure to be had, if anyone would ask. Because, again , he's not a bad guy. He's sly: he knows that much, though he wouldn't taunt someone into visible pain just for the thrill of it.

There's a method to all this. A purpose. Not a profound one, but a reason all the same.

So he has to admit he's feeling kinda lost figuring out why, of all people, it just really had to be you.

There wasn't much of an option to begin with.

Art clubs had already been full. The other ones, you weren't much interested in. And by the time you realized your homeroom teacher would stop at nothing to remind you that this year was your last chance to do something other than study and prepare for exams, for once— well, it had already been too late to reconsider joining those.

Then a flyer was handed out to you.

"V-volley," the boy trailed off.

Try as you might but you couldn't recognize him. A feat, that, considering his blond mohawk that you could spot among a crowd of thousands.

He seemed like he'd caught a nasty spell that prevented him from meeting anyone's eyes, even as you deliberately searched his face for any sign that he'd explain himself to you. Surely, he must have a lot to say after he'd outright ambushed you from entering the cafeteria.

"You...want me to join?"

You were on the verge of asking for more details, focusing on the black cat (though it didn't look like it) drawn on the center of the curiously damp paper, only to find out that you'd been conversing with an empty hallway.

A soft grumble left you.

"Weird," you concluded, barely a whisper. "Weird, weird, weird ."

You were the volleyball team's manager since then.

"She's not much of a talker."

Lev hunched to his knees again, sounding very much like he's running out of breath.

It should've been Kuroo's cue to gently ( gently) tell him off, that Nekoma's ace would handle a minute of catching a ball with their face with much more tenacity than he does, or that Nekoma's ace shouldn't have to catch the ball with their face in the first place, period.

" Zoning out already, Ace? " he'd planned on jeering, but instead he followed the direction of the overgrown 10 year old's gaze.

Someone was talking to you.

Apologizing , was more like it, if the other student's incessant bowing until his torso fell from his body was any indication. You were outside of the gym, clipboard tucked under an arm, so it was impossible to catch a word you were saying.

Not that you were saying much. Or anything at all. You only nodded. And nodded again. And after what seemed like the world's loudest "I'm so sorry, senpai!",you immediately went back inside to refill the water bottles lined atop the bench.

"Hey," Kenma sighed, the ball in his hand aimed for a toss. "Focus."

And the cycle of Lev being an utter disappointment to the blond setter continued.

Kuroo let out a noncommittal hum, eyes never leaving you, trailing like a lost pup as you handed out water bottles to Nobuyuki and the others.

"Not a talker, huh," he muttered to himself.

How long has it been? Two weeks? Three, maybe? Kuroo could scarcely remember for how many days you'd been showing up to this sweaty pit to perform your duties. On the dot. Always. Without fail.

What he does remember was the first day.

Chin up; head held high. You strutted into their lives as if you were leading an entire militia to battle and had no time to waste.

He teased you for it when you'd already busied yourself with clean up duty a few minutes after your (short) ( extremely concise) introduction.

("Slow down there, general," he told you with a wry chuckle. He expected any reaction from you, really.)

(He just didn't expect you to actually slow down on your cleaning and pick up on the Coach's remaining paperwork right then and there, going through it like a forest fire.)

It would take him a few more days to realize that that's just how you are.

Even when you rejected a tongue-tied Yamamoto when he tried to ask you out. For a meal. With the other boys, of course.

Even when you took a hurtling ball to your leg and lost your footing and had the whole team scrambling for a stretcher, only for you to stand on your good leg, tell everyone "I'm okay," and walk to the nurse's office on your own.

(Kuroo doesn't think he's seen someone limp with so much grace before.)

His throat suddenly felt incredibly dry.

Water . Water was what he needed.

Right.

You didn't see him coming from across the court. You were sitting on the bench and your back was turned, scribbling on that clipboard propped on your lap, yet— like clockwork, your idle hand shot out to give him the last bottle to your left before he could even finish asking for one.

He felt his lips curve as he muttered his thanks around the lid.

"Say," Kuroo began.

You were reading the things you wrote back to yourself.

"Mind telling me what was that about?"

You paused. You blinked up at Kuroo.

The attention hits him like a freight train.

That clear as summer sky gaze, unclouded and bright.

It's nuts how unreal it felt. How can something so elusive be now all on him.

(Just for him.)

"Earlier," he added, licking his lips and feeling silly for the way his chest tightened. "Seemed kinda intense."

"He borrowed my notes," you said. Then back to the clipboard again.

Kuroo made himself comfortable next to you, elbow propped on his knee as he rested his chin against an open palm.

"Got a test coming up?"

"Cram school. He's in the same class."

Of course .

"Of course," Kuroo grinned. "What happened? Heard the guy apologize to you like you were about to kill him."

Laughter bubbled out of his chest. Unfortunately, you didn't seem to find it as funny as he did. Pity.

He sighed.

"Nothing too bad, I hope."

The noise of ballpoint pen scratching against paper halted.

From way at the back, Lev was prattling Kenma's ear off again. Kuroo guessed they were about to leave, walking away from the court, away from the gym and to god knows where. The whole team, too, for that matter.

Everyone seemed to have gone, diminished in that second. He couldn't hear them anymore, didn't bother to see if they're still there.

He was looking at you, after all. Really looking at you. Your grip on the pen was a tad severe, he thought; fingers determined to squeeze the ink out of the barrel.

Your face betrayed nothing. Indeed, anyone could spare you a glance and immediately guess that this is just another empty chat between acquainted individuals, conversation just for the sake of it.

Kuroo wasn't just anyone, though.

Chin up and head held high; as you'd always done. But Kuroo's close enough to see it now, unlike before: the gulps you take in between breaths; the falter in those eyes that only ever looked forward.

Chin up and head held high, but Kuroo sees now that the neck he could easily break with one hand is so tense it's essentially a string pulled too tight that's on the brink of snapping.

Oh.

"Oh," Kuroo whispered.

Oh .

"He lost it didn't he?" Kuroo realized. "Your notes."

And it did snap.

"Just..!" You looked down and bunched your pants in your fist. "No. Of course not. It's nothing," you huffed, putting the ball pen's cap back on.

You were leaving.

Kuroo stood up.

"You look upset, manager-san," he said softly, his larger frame blocking your attempts of escape. "It is bothering you, hm?"

"My notebook got-got ruined, sure," you said. "But juice stains aren't bothering me, Captain ."

There it is. You were meeting his gaze again.

" Too late for that ," Kuroo thought. There's a stutter to your words when there had been none.

Your arms are trembling and you look uncomfortable. He should stop. He knows he should stop , but whatever it is he said is chipping away at that impenetrable wall and he doesn't get what's happening now but damn, damn if that tingle running down his spine doesn't feel so fucking good.

"My bad," he chuckled. "Sorry."

He raised both his arms in a show of defeat.

"I'm- it's fine," you said through gritted teeth. "If you would just— excuse me."

Kuroo shrugged a shoulder.

"Sorry about your notes, still," he said. "Must've been important to you. We all know how much you take your studies very, very seriously."

Kuroo smirked. "You shouldn't have let him have it then."

That made you stop in your tracks.

"What do you mean?" you sought, confusion breaking your voice into what sounds like the smallest it's ever been.

Kuroo felt his breath catch in his throat.

"He needed my help, though," you rushed. "I can't just turn people away."

"Really?" Kuroo sniggered, eyebrows lifting in fascination.

"Could've sworn you were good at it," he said; whispered it so lowly, you couldn't have heard it. But you did.

You heard him, all right. Loud and clear.

Because it was just like watching someone take a bullet to the heart.

First, the disbelief.

Skin, muscles, and ligaments weren't made to be broken like that. A person wasn't created to bleed to death. And when it happens, well, all one can ask is: how could someone hurt me like this?

So you stand before him, immobile, disbelief written in those wide eyes, because how could he hurt me like this?

Then—

Then, the dam breaks.

Kuroo doesn't think that you know it; that you're gaping at him with tears streaming down your face; that you're falling apart and stripping yourself bare the more you try to temper those quivering lips with that cute little nibbling you do.

Kuroo doesn't think you know it, too.

That no one has ever been as beautiful as you are, right in that very moment.

You're not a good person.

Not even by a long shot. "Good" is an open hand, warm and soft and prepared to accept anyone in need of it. It's many things, goodness, but it most certainly isn't a dismissive attitude towards a well-meaning person who only wants to get to know you.

You hadn't gone this far in your uneventful life ignorant of what people say behind your back. "Frigid" is one. "Indifferent" on a good day. "Bitch" when someone feels like being mean.

It's not like you're mad or anything; not as if you'd built up some sort of resentment within you that now you've settled for being perpetually friendless. You have plans, is all. You just can't afford to be a constant helping hand when you've got so much to do.

So you take it.

Be a sport about it, was what you've always been told. Stiff upper lip, as they say. You remain silent about it and you endure and maybe you shed a few tears later as you lie in bed and maybe you entertain the possibility that you'll never see the end of this loneliness.

But that's neither here nor there.

The point is, this time shouldn't have been any different.

(But sometimes even the strongest walls can crumble. All it takes is one crack, then the rest would follow.)

It was a bad day.

You woke up late. You messed up the tally in the first set of practice games. You forgot the homework you'd stayed up all night to do.

And the person whom you've lended your notes to for the college entrance exams lost it.

He lost it. Conveniently just a month before the actual thing.

"I- It's nowhere to be found, senpai," he explained. "I tried looking for it everywhere but- but I.." (You don't remember the rest.)

It's fine, you told yourself. You're fine. You can do something about a little inconvenience like this. You always have.

But then Kuroo Tetsurou asked.

He's an amazing captain; even someone like you who only had a rudimentary knowledge at volleyball could understand the level of skill it requires to do what he does on the court while still managing to reign in the polarizing characters in this team together. And like most people, Kuroo Tetsurou has never cared for you.

That's what you'd always thought, concerning him. Even when there had been times when he'd let slip what he thought about you. ("You're so cold, manager-san," he pouted once after you'd refused to eat with Yamamoto and the others.)

So it blindsided you, to say the least.

The way he looked at you, as if he's privy to your darkest secrets, like he's seen you at your lowest and somehow knows you more than you did.

When he'd jabbed and poked at what you'd only later realize was already a festering wound. (" It is bothering you, hm?" he said.) And before you could think about telling him to stop, to please, please let it go, it had already happened.

(" Could've sworn you were good at it ," he said.)

This isn't news to you. Besides, there have obviously been worse digs.

But hearing it from people who think you're not listening and being told about it to your face are two vastly different things.

(Maybe it's because deep inside you'd always hoped that not everyone disliked you. That even though you're not a good person, you're not entirely bad either.)

Right in front of you, swift and without warning, he spoke only the truth.

You just weren't prepared for how deep it could cut.

"I have to go," you murmured.

It took you a few seconds to realize that you'd been crying. And when you did, you immediately wiped your cheek with the back of your hand, turning away from him and the others still engrossed in their drills.

You let your feet do the thinking, allowing it to take you wherever they wished to go ( not here. not here. anywhere but here ), finding it impossible to do so yourself when your vision is clouded with welling tears.

You moved forward, never once looked back, until you ended up inside the stark darkness of the gym's forgotten neighbor.

The shed has long been abandoned and had nothing but dust, a couple of furniture in disrepair, and the occasional bug to keep it company. It was good enough for you. You didn't need much anyway.

Except for silence.

The breaths that you'd desperately tried to control shook like dried leaves hanging onto frail branches, much like your legs, eventually collapsing at the slightest gust of wind.

All you needed was silence.

Crouched down, the feeling of bones reduced to jelly was a lot more palpable. And despite the pins and needles that you know would eventually appear like a vengeful mistress, you stubbornly pressed your knees closer to your damp face.

Stuttering inhales and short-lived exhales soon enough filled the gnawing emptiness of the shed as you count back to the moment you'd started the day to when your classmate told you that he'd lost your notebook to when you'd been told of how much of a shitty person you are and you wonder how you would've changed your decisions and how could it have gotten to this point how could it go wrong like this what did I do what did I do wrong what went —

"There you are."

You clamped your mouth shut, clenched your teeth so hard to stop their chattering. How useless.

The creaking noise of the door being closed— punctuated by the sound of the latch clicking, rendered that effort futile.

Kuroo Tetsurou locked the door.

"C-can you," you panted. "Can you please leave."

"I need some time alone," you said, every beat of your heart like the ticking clock of a time bomb. "Please."

You waited for him to do as you'd told. Maybe what happened earlier was a mistake, a slip of tongue that hurt more than it should've, and he's here to apologize. Of course. That's it, isn't it? Why else would he be here?

"I- If you want to say something, we can- we can— later."

It was as if the entire world had gone still. He said nothing; neither could you hear any hint of movement. You turned around.

"C-captain..!"

He was right there.

Right in front of you, crouched and staring right back at you. His face a hair's breadth away from yours.

Your legs shot upwards.

"What are you- ah !" You hissed, feeling every cell in your body being incessantly pricked. Finding it impossible to stand on your own, your hands scrambled to get a hold of something, anything, maybe the almost dilapidated table behind you— only to be caught in between large, strong arms.

"Careful, now," he murmured against your neck. His scalding breath like frostbite, chilling you down to your bones until you were numbed from the pain.

He slithered a hand around your waist. With blood thundering to your ears, you bit back a shriek and pushed him away with all your might. But have you forgotten? Despite that indolent swagger of his, you've witnessed how this boy pushes himself to exertion for each match and beyond. What made you think you could win against him?

And when you attempted to open your mouth and yell, he effortlessly covered it with a palm while hauling you towards the table. The thing rocked under your weight. It is amusing, what the fear of falling does to you. One moment you're thrashing your way out; the next, you're holding onto your tormentor for dear life.

"No one's gonna come for you." He shushed you like how one would when placating a rabid animal. "You really believe they would bother? With an attitude like that?"

Down, down, his hand sank to your thigh, kneading the aching flesh until all you could do was mewl out a hoarse, "S-stop. I beg y-you."

Because it's all that's left for you. No one's going to save you. Or maybe someone would. But, who? And would they, really?

(Go on, then. Try. See for yourself.)

"Kuroo-san," you whimpered. " S-stop ."

(Would they even believe you? It's your word against his. Him . Their beloved captain.)

"Tetsurou," he only said, dipping his hand lower, wrapping your freezing legs around him. "Say it."

He's everywhere. Lips tracing your chin, teeth grazing your throat; all the while your weak, pathetic arms stayed on his shoulders, thinking he'd regain his senses because he has to. He has to. He's not a bad person. He wouldn't hurt you, not in that way.

Even when rough palms are already caressing the sides of your breasts and you feel a bulge rutting against your stomach, hot and rock hard and large, his hands grabbing your ass to bring your crotch closer to his—

"Cap- Tetsurou!" You cried, trembling hands back on his chest as you sobbed and pleaded please, please, let me go, I won't say anything, I-I'll keep quiet .

He did stop. But he didn't let you go. (You're a stupid girl if you think he would). Instead, with a forefinger under your chin and a thumb on your lower lip, he gently tilted your head to meet his gaze.

And when your murky vision adjusted to the shadows, the heart that wanted to escape from your chest ceased its clamoring, arresting your breath with it.

The afternoon sun peeked through the crevices of the shed's wooden walls. Red-orange light revealed a pair of iris swallowed by blown pupils, only for it to pass and shroud him back into the darkness.

"Say it again," he whispered, deep voice cracking. " Tetsurou . My name."

You tried to speak and protest once again but only a croaked snivel left you, your babbling becoming less coherent when he began planting soft kisses on both tear-streaked cheeks.

"You've been all alone, haven't you? Keeping everything to yourself all this time."

He kissed your forehead and it was so tender you wanted to die.

"My strong, brave girl," he breathed. "I'll take care of you. I'll take care of you. I- I-"

You heard him chuckle as he pressed his forehead to yours, felt it crease on your skin. "I love you."

No. No, no, no . You shook your head and closed your eyes and prayed to anyone who's listening.

"I love you," he repeated, strongly now, as if he only realized it this time around.

And then he kissed you. Just a peck. And then he kissed you again, deepening it to probe a wet tongue into your mouth. And the hand sitting lax on your neck felt like a gun to your temple.

You remained just as you were, like a plaything to do with as he pleased, as you felt calloused fingers creep inside your sweaty shirt.

"Such pretty tits," he grunted as he raised your bra over your breasts to brush your nipples, rolling and pinching and pulling them with his thumbs.

He muffled the noises you made with his own mouth still when he continued fondling you. You soon enough tasted the salt off of his palm when he left your lips to lick and pepper bites on your neck, on the valley and mounds of your breasts, sucking and lapping the stiff peaks until he was satisfied.

You tried counting, one to whatever. And when that did not work, you tried biting your own tongue to rid of the heat you fear would burst in your belly.

All that went to waste when he reached inside your pants.

"Not- not there!" you gasped, breaking your silence and wriggling out of his grasp.

He cooed. "You'll feel good. I promise."

After hooking long fingers over the hem of your panties, he briskly parted the hair and lips underneath to pull the thin cotton over the folds, over the throbbing nub trapped in the middle.

"Your pussy's so wet, sweetheart," he sighed, the tip of his middle finger drawing light circles on your clothed clit.

It was so lewd and dirty and the fact that your panties were soaked with slick was enough to burn you with shame.

"You like it, hm?"

Perhaps you whimpered out a meek "no." You couldn't tell anymore, heaving out while he continued to toy with a sore nipple as he rubbed your slippery cunt, preying on your puffed out, swollen clit.

"Feel what you do to me." He squeezed your wrist and forced your shivering hand on his crotch. "Take out my cock, baby," he whispered, scattering kisses on your neck.

"Tet-Tetsuro…san," you cried. "I can- I can't."

"Yes. Yes, you can ," he said, not halting the ministrations between your legs. "You're a big girl."

As if held by a string, he guided you, wrapped his hand around yours as he— as you stroked him, scorching and thick, up and down, just like that .

"Good girl. My good little girl," he groaned, parting your panties to the side to tease your dripping hole.

You wept harder, the inevitable only a few seconds away from you. A single finger, at first. And when he added a second one, you realized you preferred having a hand on your mouth than his lips on yours.

(Because then you wouldn't have to think of an excuse why you're suddenly swirling and brushing your tongue in time with his.)

For a while there had been nothing but the sound of two wet lips pursing against each other (along with those embarrassing squelching noises).

He treated you as if you were made of porcelain, your plush walls stroked oh so gently as he circled the sensitive bundle of nerves. Even when he ended the kiss and removed your hand from his cock, spit and pre-cum connecting you to him, he still handled you as if you would break at the drop of a hat.

That's why it snuck up on you, what happened, after he brought his mouth to your ear.

"Don't scream," he whispered.

Then, he rammed his fingers in your mouth.

You tasted yourself as he forced you on your back, slamming you down on the dirty table yet still carrying your weight all throughout, never letting go.

The bitter acceptance of it— that what began earlier can only conclude to this , did not prepare you for the feeling when he finally thrust himself into you.

They say it shouldn't hurt at first. If it does then he's doing it wrong.

You hardly know if it's relief or horror that dawns on you when you realize how he stretched you out so easily, despite his size. Because, by all means, this should be wrong. This is wrong.

"Gonna ruin you," he panted. "Gonna ruin you and— fuck put you back together myself."

He grinded his cock inside you deep and slow and when he hit that spot you couldn't control yourself from jackknifing so hard he had to hold you down. He does this mercilessly, pace growing more delirious until you're nothing but a choked and sputtering fool around his fingers.

"I won't ever leave you. I’m here," he cooed, stroking your hair and kissing your face as you bawled and shattered in his embrace. "I’m here ."

"So cry all you want."

#tw noncon #tw non con haikyuu #yandere kuroo #kuroo x reader #kuroo tetsuro x reader #dark content haikyuu

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todomochi-uwu · 4 years

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Of Unspoken Troubles & Sudden Worries (2/3)

Pairing: Ushijima Wakatoshi x reader

Warnings: Angst

Author’s Notes: Finally! The amount of time this took is stupid, but I hope you enjoy it :) Also I´m trying to cope with Jongdae leaving, so please stream “Hello” to understand my pain.

“Hey Crybaby.”

Previous Part: First Next: Second&Half Third

The same eyes who found were now expecting an answer out of you, they were comforting, soothing but also serious and demanding; words simply didn´t come out of your mouth and you avoided looking at him, choosing to focus on the scratches on your hands and knees.

“Know I won’t tell anyone what just happened, I just want to be able to help you.” He said.

Your voice was trapped in your throat; how ridiculous would you sound if you told him your boyfriend was a piece of shit?

“Did anyone hurt? Is someone harassing you?” He tried again.

This time you shook your head.

“Okay, then did you fight with your team?” You stayed silent this team. “I see, maybe we could try talking to your captain? You are from Shiratorizawa, so your captain is Ushijima, right? Let me just…” When he turned around in an attempt to grab his phone you quickly held onto his jacket sleeve, preventing him from going any further.

To this, he gave you a confused look, “Okay now you need to tell me what´s going on.” He was firm, his tone had changed drastically and his tone was lower.

Sigh, “I made something stupid, and now I can’t face them.”

“And what exactly is something “stupid”?” He air-quoted.

You knew you just had to tell him at this point.

…

Kuroo had his head in between his hands, trying to understand what you were trying to say. “Manager not girlfriend, what the fuck does that even mean?” He mumbled.

“So you managed to catch Ushiwaka’s attention, and even though HE was the one to ask you out, he’s being a fucking asshole.” You simply nodded, “Okay, it’s good to know he’s bad at something, to be honest.”

“Wakatoshi is not the monster everyone makes him look, he’s just weird.”

Kuroo giggled, “Well let me tell you he does have the kind of face that says ‘I’m going to punch if you so much look my way’ You know?” To this you giggled, “Would you like at that? Crybaby can actually smile.”

“Stop it, I’m not in the mood.”

“I know, just trying to cheer you up.” He sighed, before looking at you straight in the eyes, “Do you want my advice or were you just looking for someone to bent?”

“Apparently my rational thinking is not good, because I just keep going to back to him.”

“Because you are not being rational, you are just thinking about how much you love him and how much you wish for him to change, even though he´s not going to.” He was direct, no tenderness, making you flinch “Thinking rational would be to tell you to dump him, he’s not worth it. You are here trying to make it work while he´s just establishing rules as if it was a business contract.” Small tears threaten to come out of your eyes, another knot forming at the bottom of your stomach, “But… I completely understand what you are going through, so you are not letting him go that easily. So I’m going to do something that worked for me in the past, okay?”

You nodded.

“Have you tried talking to him?” Yes. “Did things change in some way?” No. “Okay. Has it been getting worse?” Yes. “Do you sometimes question his love?” Yes. “Are you genuinely happy?” No. “Is this what you thought it would be?” No.

Kuroo sighed, before taking your face in between his hands “Is he’s not loving you the way he should; if he’s not cherishing you; if he’s not trying his best for you; if he´s not fulfilling the compromise he made to you. Then it’s not there. There´s no other way to put it.”

A loud sob escaped your lips, things you already knew were now coming out of someone else’s mouth, making it seem real, making it hurt even worse.

“However, I’m going to give him the benefit of the doubt and say his intention is not that, he’s not trying to hurt you, he’s just… an idiot.” He looked away, “But everything and everyone has their limit, including you, no matter how much you love him.”

There was nothing much you could say, he was right, you love Ushijima, but it was becoming too much.

“So tonight we are going to go sleep because my god am I tired from trying to block his fucking spikes, I know you say he´s not a monster, but he sure does spike-like one.” You giggled, “Tomorrow you will fulfil your duties as a manager, but nothing else. You will take notes, refill water bottles and give out towels, what you normally do as a manager. No cheering him, no lovey-dovey looks, no midnight escapades, no girlfriend stuff. If he wants you to act like a manager you will, but he will also experiment what losing someone who loves you feels like.”

“Why are you doing this?” You questioned, you knew he didn´t have any malice intentions, but still, you were the crazy person who appeared crying in front of the gym at one a.m.

“Because I know exactly what it feels like to give out love and receive absolutely nothing, and I’m not letting you continue this destructive cycle; it’s what I wish someone had done for me.”

You didn´t ask any further questions, believing every word he said. You turned around to leave, needing to catch some sleep.

“Hey, Crybaby. You forgot something.”

…

It was now morning, your eyes felt heavy and were swollen, fingers bleeding from all the biting and your body kept trembling from the anxiety, but you had to reaffirm yourself, put yourself first.

And so, you made your way into the kitchen, getting ready to prepare breakfast along with the others managers, who could only give you a sympathy smile and a pat in the back, clearly having heard you cry.

Before you even noticed, the teams were already making their way into the cafeteria, the noise filling the entire building. You started serving plates, placing them in the table for the boys to come and collect them.

“Hey, manager-chan.” A familiar voice said. Tendou.

“Hey, Sato. Did you get a good sleep? You need to be prepared to be able to block some of those quick attacks from Karasuno” You smiled, taking him by surprise.

“Yeah… Um, I didn´t know you got along with Nekoma?” His eyes were looking straight into the piece of clothing in which you were currently drowning in.

“Oh yeah, their captain was nice and gave it to me, he said I looked cold.” Shit, you completely forgot about that. Well, fake it ‘till you make it.

“Okay…” He said while returning to his table, Ushijima was already sitting there looking over the notes from yesterday’s practice. “Hey, Wakatoshi-kun?”

“Yes, Tendou?”

“Have we ever had any other training camp with Nekoma?”

“Not that I remember.”

“Huh.” Tendou was confused but decided to keep his thoughts to himself. There was no need to worry just for a silly thing, right?

It wasn´t until he turned around to have another look at you did he notice your eyes were positioned on another table, another team, Nekoma. Then Tendou noticed their captain looking directly at you, intensely and without even blinking, before he gave you his signature smirk and a quick wink, then sitting down next to his libero.

Tendou´s eyes once again returned to you, and this time it shook him, the peachy pink in your cheeks and the shy look in your eyes incriminating you.

…

Tendou didn´t like it one bit, not when you and Ushijima had something, but after last night´s events, he didn’t know what to think, were you two still together, or was that the final straw?

He saw it during breakfast, he saw during their practice match, he saw it during breaks, Kuroo and you, looking at each other, laughing, talking, a relationship he had never seen before.

When in the fuck had you met Kuroo Tetsurou? And what in the fuck had happened for you to look at him that way?

…

“Wakatoshi-kun” He whispered, careful of not raising anyone´s attention.

He hummed in response.

“Are you and Y/N still together?”

“Tendou, I already told you…”

“No, Ushijima. This time I´m serious, are you and her still together?

Ushijima´s eyebrows were furrowed, there was no point in denying it any more, he guessed. “Yes.”

“Are you sure?”

“Why do you ask?”

“Because for one, she´s wearing Nekoma’s jacket, two she hasn´t even bother looking your way, which I don´t blame her after what you did last night, and third the looks Kuroo has been giving her aren´t exactly friendly.”

“What do you mean?”

Goddammit are you fucking blunt, Ushijima, “I mean, she disappears for the entire night, no one in the team knows where she is, and all of a sudden she is friends with Kuroo?”

“I don´t get your point.”

“What I mean…” He raised his voice, clearly exasperated, he tries again calming himself. “What I mean is, this morning she was wearing his jacket, she has spent all of her breaks with him and she hasn´t even come to greet you.” He hoped this would wake up something in Ushijima, but he simply stared at him, clearly not connecting the dots.

Well, fuck.

This time, Tendou pointed your way, Ushijima was confused, what was so bad? And then, everything made sense.

Kuroo had taken your phone away, keeping it at a height impossible for you to reach, you were jumping trying to get it back, it wasn´t long before his arm was around your waist hugging you while laughing, you pouting.

And to this Ushijima couldn´t help but wonder.

What was this strange feeling? And why did he all of a sudden had the urge to punch Kuroo Tetsurou?

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sweethvnny · 3 years

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late streams

request: yes | no

Can you write something where quackity needs reassurance from the reader? You can choose if you want to make it about his looks or whatever comes to your mind. Any pronouns you want🌷

genre: romantic, fluff, irl, gender neutral, they/them

warnings: none.

notes: i just realized reader kinda sounds likr a parent lol. also this is relly bad but i already wrte it so yeah👍 like all of my future works and this one, not proofread

"bye everyone, thank you for joining the stream." alex said, making his voice softer as he had just ended stream. 'your welcome' and 'bye's' erupted from the call.

alex had done a jackbox stream with some of his friends and it was finally over. he shut his pc off and stood up to walk to your shared bedroom.

"hopefully they're still awake," alex got a glass of water while passing by the kitchen. "it's pretty late."

thr clock read '4:37 am'

he pushed open the door lightly, trying not to make it creak. to his surprise, you were still awake. but you looked drowsy as you scrolloed through your phone.

you felt your eyes get heavier but you kept blinking to stay awake. alex lets out a sigh and walks in the room.

"hey baby." he puts the glass of water on the nightstand and sits next to you. you open your arms signaling him to lay on top of you.

"what are you doing up so late?" alex says as he positions himself comfortably on you. "what are you? my dad?" you say and he chuckles.

"no but don't you have work tomorrow?"

"yeah but i think being late is worth it if i can fall asleep next to you. i mean, you've been streaming a lot recently so i haven't seen you a lot."

an 'o' shape forms on alex's mouth. "i'm sorry, i didn't mean it." he intertwines his hand with yours an lays a small kiss on it.

"it's alright."

you both sit there in silence for a few minutes, "i think we should sleep now, i'm pretty tired." you say while yawning.

alex just nods and lays next to you. as soon as you both in eachother's embrace, yoh fall asleep immeadiately. on the other hand, alex was still awake.

it wasn't 'cause he wasn't tired, it was 'cause he was reflecting.

did he really stream that much? how many nights have you've been waiting for him? was he a good boyfriend these past few days?

alex felt bad. you should rest, not wait up for him.

he started to feel anxious. he pulled you closer to him, as if he were to let go, you would be lost forever.

after what felt like hours, he finally went to sleep.

this went on for days. he would stream late, you would wait, he would arrive to you being tired and drowsy, and he would go to sleep with thoughts flooding his mind. the cycle repeats.

however, you started to notice. you noticed that he felt so distant yet so close at the same time. like he was trying to do two things at once.

you decided to confront him since you started to get worried.

alex was on staring at his monitor, editing a video. "alex?"

"yes?" he responds, not looking away from his screen. "we need to talk."

fuck.

"it'll be quick, i promise." you reassure.

"oh- sure i'l just do something real quick." he stutters. you nod, "meet me in the dining room, 'kay?"

"yup." he says, trying to sound as calm as possible. as soon you shut the door, alex goes on full on panic mode.

'oh god, oh fuck, is this because of what i did?' alex thinks to himself.

it's like getting the "talk" from your parents. there's a 50 percent chance that ut's good news but at the same time there's a 50 percent chance its bad news.

right now, all he has to do is hope that he wins that 50 percent chance that it's good news.

he met you in the dining room where you sat, legs crossed on a chair. alex walked over and sat on a chair. he cleared his throat and twiddled with his thumbs.

"so, why did you call me here?" he said, eyes on his thumbs. "are you okay?" you reach over to hold his hand.

"what?" he stopped looking at his thumbs and looked up at you. "what do you mean?"

"you've been acting really weird lately and i just want to know if you're alright."

in response, alex just bit his lip. like he wanted to say something but he couldnt.

"i'm sorry." he said.

"what?"

"i'm sorry for not spending enough time with you. i'm sorry for negleting you." alex started to feel a pit from in his stomach. "i'm sorry i'm not good enough."

you look at him softly and sigh. "you don't have to apologize alex. it's not your fault." you pull alex into a hug and peck his forehead.

"you were busy with school and streaming, but you never neglected me." you reassure. "i'll always love you, even if we don't often see eachother."

alex doesn't respond and justs hugs you back tighter. "thank you." he whispers while burying his head in the crook of your neck. a sigh leaves your lips as you run your hands through his hair. "no problem."

you both sit there, in eachother's embrace as you enjoy the comforting silence.

"so," you click your tounge. "wanna watch a movie?"

"yes please."

#quackity x reader #quackity imagine #quackity headcanon #quackity x you #quackity x y/n #dream smp x reader #quackity imagines #quackity headcanons

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another-fantasy-world · 3 years

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The Idol’s Inspiration

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Title: The Idol’s Inspiration

Pairing: Valkyrae || Rachell x Fem! Reader

Summary: In which the international singer find’s her inspiration in a certain brown eyed-often screaming- streamer

Warnings: None? Fluff. Awkward Crushing. Top Rae? (Oh Gosh)

Word Count: 2,905 Words

@short-kid27 helped me with this one. Go check her out she’s actually great

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You scoffed when you saw what your bandmate tweeted out, tweeting as if he wasn’t using his phone either. Deciding to throw something at him, you spot a plastic perfume bottle, reaching out for it, only for Luna, your other bandmate to slap your hands of her perfume bottle.

“Don’t you dare.” She playfully glares before turning back to her original position, with her hair stylist tending to her long reddish-brown hair.

“Sebastian, you are so lucky you’re on the other side of the room right now or I swear to God, you would have a concussion.” You frowned, before turning back to your phone, further proving Sebastian’s point.

“See?! What are you even doing?” He loudly asks, you barely hearing him from the noise of blowdryers.

“Writing.” You answered, annoyed. It wasn’t a lie tho, You were now writing a new song, since your management once again are rushing you to write at least 12 songs for your new album.

“We wrote 3 songs yesterday. Calm down.” Your bassist, Luna reassured you, who just finished her glams.

“We’re supposed to be finished with this by the end of the month. How am I supposed to calm down?” You complained.

Ever since your band, Coldify, got enough attention, your management barely gave you enough time to just breathe and write like you used to, How were you supposed to produce quality music?

“Choco Milk?” Jace, your drummer offers you his second cup

“No thank you. Hot sweet things stress my throat. Maybe later though.” You stood up, thanking your stylists, before changing into your casual clothes, since you would be doing a Q and A session first as a soundcheck and also for extra fan service before the concert proper.

Once you finished changing, you walked out of your dressing room, only to find that your bandmates are now all set up, all except you.

Jace is fiddling with his drum sticks

Luna is tuning her bass guitar

And Sebastian is playing a random tune on his electric guitar.

You rolled your eyes at them, before slinging your own acoustic guitar over your shoulder, the familiar weight and pressure of it’s strap makes you smile.

“Are we ready guys? We can start now, there’s only 5 minutes left.” You asked them, plugging in your “in-ears”

They all nodded at you and you guys started to do your signature intro, you playing a few notes on your acoustic, followed by Sebastian and Luna, then you all run out, hearing the screams of your fans intensify, before Jace started banging on his drums, ending your intro with all of you guys harmonizing your band name and lifting your right arms up, showing the compass tattooed into the insides of your wrists, symbolizing your band and the friendship that will never grow old.

“What is up LA!?” You loudly said into the mic, chuckling when they screamed louder than your own mic.

“Well, we certainly need to up the mic volume later.” Luna giggled, sitting on one of the chairs positioned in the middle of the stage.

“Mhhmmn. Let’s all calm down first yes? You guys save your energy for later.” Sebastian winked into the crowd, also sitting on one of the chairs, with his mic in his hand.

“Great, great. We’re all settled in, Please sit down and let’s start this 1 and a half hour Q and A? Soundcheck? Fan service? Whatever you want to call this whole shebang.” You joked, thanking the staff that gave you your own water bottle.

“You know the drill, if you don’t that’s fine. My name is Luna and I am the one who plays the amazing silver-gray bass back there.” Luna introduces herself

“That amazing silver-gray bass that you would marry someday. I swear you are inlove with that thing.” Sebastian teased, earning him a loud smack to the shoulder.

“That is animal abuse. Stop it.” You hold in your laugh, but bursted out laughing anyways when you saw the appalled look on his face.

“My name is Jace. And I bang my sticks into a hallow cylindrical thing for a living. I heard they’re called drums but whatever. I also live with these idiots and I, unfortunately, am the one who holds their leashes.” Jace introduces himself, smiling into the crowd

“Okay, Father. My Name is Sebastian. aka the most attractive one in this group. I play the guitarrrrrr. You guys can call me Seb, Sebastian or Daddy. Your choice.” He winked.

“Ew.” All three of you pretended to gagged, before laughing at Sebastian’s pouting face, your audience also laughing at your antics.

“Okay- Okay, Stop. We need to be serious. Gosh. My name’s Y/N! And I’m your local sapphic lead singer. Yes, I need to say that everyday because people still debate that I’m straight. It’s annoying” You introduce, taking a sip of your water

“Right. So this is how it’s gonna work. There are multiple Coldify interrogators, as we call them, roaming around, all you have to do, is raise your hand, first one they see wins the first question. And the cycle continues until we run out of time.” You explained

“HmmHmmn. So are you guys ready?” Luna asks, earning a few “Yes!” and “WHOOOOO” making all you guys chuckle.

“Okaaaay! on 3. 1,2,3! OH! That redhead with the all black attire. I like that.” Sebastian calls, waiting for the guy in the uniform to hand the girl the mic.

“What’s your name love?” Jace asked the now blushing girl

“Ah. Kadie. I just wanna say that I am such a big fan and I wanted to know if, besides the tattoo you guys have right now, the compass, are you guys still planning on getting a matching tattoo?”

“Ooooh. Tattooes. Hmm. I personally would love to have another tattoo. But you see, Sebastian here cried when we first tattoed. And I am not looking forward to that at all.” Luna answered, laughing when Sebastian whined.

“Oh yeah. No. Not again.” Jace agreed, while you just smiled and nodded.

“Next Question Please.” Sebastian interjected before you could even talk

“Hi my name’s Catherine-” You guys interrupted her to say hi

“Hehe. Hi. Uhm, I wanted to know if you guys have like, favourite youtubers or streamers?” She asks shyly, which made you smile.

“Oooooo. Okay, now you guys get to know why I tweeted that earlier.” Sebastian chuckles

“Okay Mr. Snitch. But uhm. I would have to say... Sykkuno. His voice is just the best-”

“Excuse me? Corpse?! Hello? Corpse has the best voice don’t even. He’s my favourite, what you said was just Corpse slander” Sebastian interrupts Luna, to which Luna answered with a glare.

“Uh-huh. Okay. As I was saying, Corpse’s voice is good, but Syk’s is just this wholesome anime type voice that just melt’s your heart you know? He should be a voice actor for like, an anime protagonist. AND HIS PERSONALITY IS SO GOOD AND WHOLESOME LIKE WHAT THE FUCK?” Luna gushes, nodding to Jace before she goes on a full rant

“I’m sure you won’t match with him, expecially since he’s quiet and you’re loud and abnoxious.” Sebastian casually says

“You know what?”

“Pokimane...” Jace speaks into the mic, interrupting the siblings from fighting. “...Because she’s actually a really good gamer, and she also has a cat called called “Mimi” and that’s major points in my book.” Jace says, smiling.

“Hmm. That’s actually a tough choice... I would have to say-” You were interrupted when your phone let out a noise, letting you know you forgot to silent it.

“BABUSHKA!” Your face felt hot as you desperately tried to put your phone in silent, but it was too late.

“My phone just outed me what the hell?” You mumbled into the mic, hiding your face as you hear your fans laugh and coo at your cuteness and embarrassment.

“Anyways, if that didn’t answer your question, I don’t know what will. But uhm, Valkyrae. 100 percent. She’s just really skilled in video games and has probably played more games than me. Also, she’s absolutely fucking gorgeous and I just love her personality and all.” You smiled, still feeling a little bit embarrassed

“I just love her personality- Please, last night you fell asleep to her playing a horror game. She screams alot in that video, I’m just saying. How could you sleep to literally her screaming in your ear?” Sebastian shrugs, ignoring the glares you sent him

“Just this morning, you were frowning because there was another viper on the team Rae was fighting against in Valorant, and you accused that viper of being a copycat.” Jace added

“Or the fact that you always flinch, or dodge and curse whenever someone shoots at Rae-” Luna finishes making you cover her mouth before she says something more

“Okay. I think it’s pretty obvious that I have a crush on Valkyrae but please- Stop.” You grumbled, frowning playfully at your fans when they awed at your band’s interaction.

“Next Fucking Question Please.” You huffed, closing your eyes and leaning back into your seat, trying to settle your beating heart

Rae will for sure see that. Oh my god. Thoughts of Rae seeing your clip of literally simping for her has your heart running marathons.

“Hi! Uhm, this question is for Y/N”

You hear the gasps of your bandmates, but you pay no attention to it since you were still gay panicking inside

“What will you do if you ever met Valkyrae in person?” a familiar voice echoed in your ears, you of course can’t figure out who it is.

“I honestly don’t know how I would react. Maybe faint? But then probably hug her? I dunno? Kiss her cheek maybe? I mean, how would you react if you meet your long time crush?” You answered mindlessly, chuckling silently knowing that you probably faint and be knocked out for God knows how long. Or maybe you’d fumble and embarrass yourself.

You hear your bandmates join in the laughter with the audience, and that made you open your eyes, throwing a confused glace to Luna who just patted your back and made eye contact with who, you presume, asked the question.

You followed her gaze, eyes widening when you saw the brown-eyed brunette beauty holding the mic. Your brain lagged, trying to comprehend the situation.

“Uhm, I mean- Unless, You know? She’s uncomfortable about it. I don’t wanna make her uncomfy, you get me? First impressions are a thing. I mean- I’m just gonna shut up.” You just spat words out before your brain could even comprehend it.

Come on Y/N keep it together. She gotta think that you’re cool. Not an awkward gay mess.

“Pfft- Little too late for the first impressions that included you being cool.” Jace threw his empty water bottle at you

“...I said that aloud didn’t I?” You asked, now trying to hide your face behind Luna’s back, who’s doubling over from laughter

“Please, someone tag me when you decide to upload this very moment. I wanna blackmail Y/N with it.” Sebastian wheezed out.

“I think we can do something with the hugging thing. Just don’t faint on me.” Your eyes snapped to Rae’s as you see the smirk etched on her face, her hands still holding the microphone

Your eyes widen as your fans, screamed and a series of “OOOOOOHHHH” and “Get it Y/N!” erupted, making your embarrassment amplify even more.

“Is it embarrass Y/N day today? God, please- Next Question please. Oh Jesus.” You put your face in your hands, trying to hide.

Thankfully, they didn’t pry anymore, your embarrassment slowly subsiding as they asked about your daily life, career, albums and upcoming awards. After finishing a couple more questions, you guys sang a couple cover songs, and that’s what concluded your soundcheck. (Sebastian managed to sneak in Janet’s PETTY song, which you rolled your eyes on but sang nonetheless.)

You walked out and to the backstage as you shoved Sebastian playfully for making kissy faces.

“Y/N and Rachell sitting on a tree-” He was suddenly cut off by someone

“K-I-S-S-I-N-G” Your gaze wonders to Pokimane, or Imane who just interrupted Sebastian

“Kissing?! Isn’t it a bit too early for that? Why would they kiss-” Sykkuno says glancing between Rae and I

You wondered if they said anything else because you’re going to be honest to yourself, you were only looking at Rae’s eyes. The deep brown orbs you only ever saw through your screen, was now staring right back at you, her brunette hair tied up in a bun- She’s staring back at you.

Quickly averting your eyes, you felt yourself grow shy, you now also find your shoes very attractive.

“Keep your head up or else you would faint on me and I don’t want that. I prefer to hug a conscious person, Thank you very much.” you lifted your head so fast you could’ve given yourself a whiplash. Darting your eyes around Rae, you quickly find that your friends + Imane and Sykkuno have left the both of you alone.

“Sorry. You just caught me off guard there. Hi! Uhm. I really don’t know what to say to you- Uhm.” You rub the back of your neck, nervously smiling at Rae you in turn smirked at you, raising her brow in the process.

She quietly chuckles before opening her arms, signaling for a hug, to which you launched yourself in, trying not to breathe because that would be so weird.

“Okay so now can you take out your knife and stab me just to make sure that this is real.” You stated, looking directly into her eyes

“...But I’m not the Impostor?”

“...Okay that’s clever-” You laughed, taking a sip out of your water bottle, leading her to your dressing room

“Speaking of, do you mind if I play with you guys sometimes? I’ll find time, I promise.” You say, watching the time considering you only have half an hour to change and get ready, not to mention your crush is right in front of you as well.

“Wait really? Yeah! Just DM me on twitter! I’ll organize a lobby just for you.” She replies, plopping herself on the sofa you have.

“Awe, I feel so... special” You smiled, finally composing yourself, emerging from behind the curtains, already in your performance outfit

“The almighty Creator of the Year, creating a lobby? For lil ol m-” You were greeted with a facefull of pillows thrown at you, just for that statement. Which made you laugh.

“Shut up.” She grinned

“I’m sorry, m’lady” You curtsied playfully, expecting her to start smacking your shoulders, instead when you lifted your head up, she was just sitting there with a soft smile on her face.

“You’re wearing my merch.” She stated

You widened your eyes then looked down, the hoodie that you just randomly picked up was her merch.

“I’m sorry, do you want it back?” You spit the words out before your mind could comprehend how idiotic that sounded

Rae bursted out laughing at your statement, putting her hand over her mouth while doubling over. You rolled your eyes at her and plopped down on the sofa, crossing your arms.

“Yeah, Yeah. Go on. Laugh. At least I can spell broccoli right.” You teased, poking her side

“OKAY! LISTEN HERE HOTSHOT! I-” she was interrupted by a series of knocks on the door.

“Y/N! PLEASE TELL ME YOU’RE DECENT AND IS NOT SEDUCING RAE BECAUSE THAT’S JUST WRONG” Sebastian loudly asked through the door

“Oh My God. Please just kill me.” You rubbed your face with your hands

“I’m pretty sure I’ll be the one doing the seducing but okay.” You hear her mumble under her breath, making you look at her with a scandalized look on your face

“DOOR’S UNLOCKED SEBASTIAN. DON’T BE AN IDIOT..” You replied

“Don’t mind him Y/N We’re just coming in to say that you have 5 minutes until we have to go onstage.” Luna softly replies, shoving Sebastian out your field of view.

“I’ll be right there Lune.” You stood up, smiling at Rae

“I guess that’s it. I’ll talk to you later? I think? Just check your DM’s soon yeah?” She pulls you into a hug, kissing your cheek as she pulls away.

“Good Luck out there. I know you’ll do great.” She smiles, walking out, leaving you to your thoughts

“Huh?” You touched your cheek, a smile slowly paints itself upon your face

"Come on, lovergirl we're running late." Jace drapes his arm around your shoulder

"She kissed my cheek." You say, still shocked

"Lucky You." Jace says, his ears reddening.

...lucky bastard

"POKI KISSED YOU TOO DIDN'T SHE?!" You screeched

'Hush!" His cheeks are also red now.

"Huh. I guess today's our lucky day." You grinned, now extremely happy and hyped

"Oh, check your e-mail now by the way. Manager says she sent our line up there." he pats your back, getting into his position, as best as he can considering the stage is now pitch black

"Huh. Okay." You pulled out your phone, sending a piece of paper flying. Bending down to pick it up, you feel your heart soften into mush and then it decides to run another marathon.

Just incase my Twitter DM's don't work, or if I'm streaming. xx 09-xxx-xxx-xxx

"Be still, my beating heart." You sighed out

Valkyrae just gave you her phone number

#valkyrae #valkyrae x reader #valkyrae imagine #There is no Corona in this fic thank God #rae x reader #Valkyrae Fanfiction #Shes so cute wth

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barry-j-blupjeans · 2 years

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blupjeans and 6?

6. "Kiss me and/or shut up."

"You think you're being subtle, don't you?"

Lup slowly turned her attention away from Barry and towards Taako, who had slid down next to her. They were outside, the weather decent for once. A bit further down the hill the Starblaster was parked on, Barry was talking to a group of robots. After he had fixed that small one, they had been coming to see him pretty often. He was a regular ol' robot doctor.

"I don't know what you're talking about," Lup said.

"Uh-huh," Taako said. Lup turned back to Barry, who was now fixing the arm of a very rascally robot. He was grinning and laughing and the robots made little beeps that seemed to be their own way of showing amusement.

"So you wanna kiss him," Taako said and Lup turned back immediately this time, shoving him. Taako toppled over, wheezing his own laughter. "You're not even hiding it, Lup! Literally everyone can see!"

"No, they can't!" Lup said. "There's nothing there to see!"

"So you wanna kiss him," Taako pressed on, starting to sit back up when Lup turned and put her feet directly where he had been so he couldn't. He scowled and sat directly onto her feet. Lup scowled.

"It's not a bad thing," Taako said conversationally. "Sometimes you just gotta kiss someone, that's how it be."

"I'm not talking about this with you," Lup said, trying to take her feet back. This time, Taako seemed to refuse to move at all.

"You should just go up to him and be like-"

"Taako shut up-"

He made his voice a lighter higher-pitched as if that would help him sound like her. He just sounded like an asshole, instead. "'Hey Barold, I'm into men who have no sense of fashion and forget to drink water, wanna kiss?"

"I hate this," Lup said, now struggling to run away from the conversation thanks to Taako very firmly sitting on her feet. "This is hell, I'm gonna die-"

"And then he'll go on for like, a few minutes, and be like-" here, he put on a 'Barry Voice', which was somehow more convincing than his Lup on. "'Oh, gosh, Lup, I wouldn't want to take advantage of you, you're so kind and I'm like a sack of pudding personified.'"

"He is not-"

"And then you can be like 'kiss me and/or shut up', and I can bet you a hundred percent Barry likes being told what to do, so-"

"Someone take away my ears," Lup groaned, leaning back and resigning to her fate of being stuck here until Taako moved. "Wipe this memory from my mind. End me. Any gods, just strike me down right now, I'm begging you-"

"You're too dramatic," Taako said. "When I wanna kiss a guy, I just kiss him."

"Is that why Magnus had your lipstick on his neck a few cycles ago-"

"Would you just let me forget that!" Taako asked, flushing but finally moving and setting her free. "That's- that's completely different- I don't like Magnus, it was a mutual thing-"

"I'm gonna go help Barry," Lup announced, getting away as fast as she could from this conversation. On her way down the hill, she added, "and I'm not gonna kiss him!"

Yeah. That's a good ending line. That'll show Taako.

#lup #taako #blupjeans #slight friend-w-benefits taagnus 2k21 #bc i can slkdfsdf #even tho it slightly betrays my own hc of magnus being demi #asks #anon #mine #ise cube writing

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defiblover27 · 3 years

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Old Friends

Sorry that I have been gone for so long. Finally back to writing again. If you ever have any ideas for a story my DMs are always open. Enjoy!

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Bek is a 37 year old female with blonde hair that falls to her shoulders. She is slightly on the heavier side with and stands at just five foot three. Bek and one of her closest friends Ryan have decided to meet up at her house after they have both been busy with their professional careers and have not had the time to sit down and catch up in quite a while. Bek puts on her jeans and a shirt and then finally pulls a hoodie on over top while she waits around for Ryan to arrive before he has to go into work later in the morning. After Ryan arrives the two sit in the living room and start chatting about their current lives and reminisce the good old days of growing up together. The chatter quickly develops and they sit and laugh together as they recall some embarrassing stories that they experienced together. "I can't believe that we really did that.... Would you care for a cup of coffee before you have to leave?" Bek asks. "That would be great" Ryan responds. Bek gets up from the couch and heads into the kitchen just a few feet away. After picking up the coffee pot she turns to the walk to the sink to get some water when she suddenly feels very light headed and her tongue starts to tingle. Before she can do anything her vision goes dark. There is an audible thud and the shatter of the glass coffee pot is heard in the living room as Ryan jumps up from his seat. "You okay in there Bek?" as he turns the corner he sees the glass shards across the floor and Bek lying in the middle of the kitchen floor. "Oh my god Bek" he quickly rushes over and kneels down beside her. He shakes her shoulders to get a response and after a few shakes Bek lets out a sigh as she begins to regain consciousness. "What... what happened?" Bek asks shakily as she attempts to sit up. "You must have passed out has this happened before recently?" Ryan asks as he helps her up into a seated position. "No nothing at all, I've felt a little under the weather since this morning but besides that nothing." Bek responds as she slowly picks herself off the floor into a standing position. "I'm calling an ambulance" Ryan states as he heads back into the living room to get his phone. "No I'm fine really" Bek pleads but Ryan is already gone and dialing 911. Bek hobbles over to a bench in the kitchen by the table as she leans up against it. She can hear Ryan in the other room talking to the emergency dispatcher. She still feels lightheaded and a little woozy but brushes it off without another thought. Ryan reenters the room and stays by Bek and explains that the ambulance is on the way. After a few minutes the EMT's arrive at Bek's house and Ryan lets them in and leads them to where Bek is leaning up against the bench in the kitchen. They set down their bags and ask a few initial questions. After checking her vitals they explain to Ryan that she should be okay but they want to transport her to the hospital just in case. Bek tells Ryan to go to work and that she will call him later. The paramedics get his contact information before he leaves and he tells her to make sure to call him later. Ryan leaves the house and heads to work even though he is still worried about Bek. Jayden, one of the paramedics, asks his coworker Alex to go to the ambulance and grab the gurney since she is having trouble walking. Alex leaves the room while Jayden stays behind with Bek. "My... my chest... it..." Bek collapses to the ground for a second time. Jayden catches her as she collapses and lays her gently on the floor. He feels for a pulse and breathing. Finding none he quickly places his gloved hands between her breasts and begins CPR. He felt as each compression caused her chest to cave in and return to its position each time. After giving thirty aggressive compressions he tilted her head back, sealed his lips over her mouth, pinched her nose, and delivered a breath. He gave two full breaths into her still lungs causing her chest to rise and fall with each one. He did another round of thirty compressions as he felt a few ribs pop out of place due to

the force of the compressions. Again he gave two breaths as Alex returns with the gurney to see their patient unconscious on the floor. "What happened?" Alex asked quickly as he grabbed the heart monitor and AED from the gurney. "She went into full cardiac arrest, I've done two rounds of CPR and still no response. Alex grabbed some shears from his pocket and cut away Bek's hoodie, shirt, and bra causing her breasts to fall to the side. Jayden placed his hands between between her exposed chest and continued CPR. "We need to attempt to stabilize her before transport." Jayden announced. Alex grabbed an orange ambu bag from the O2 bag and sealed it over Bek's face. After every thirty compressions Alex squeezed the ambu bag twice to inflate her lungs. While Jayden was performing CPR Alex also attached the electrodes and AED pads to Bek's bare chest. The monitor whined to life as the line bounced up and down in v-fib. The AED charged to 200 joules as the paramedics backed away. The shock button was pushed and Bek jerked on her kitchen floor as the electricity coursed through her dying body. With no response Alex took over CPR as the AED charged to 300 in preparation of a second shock. Alex used the full weight of his body to compress Bek's chest as he felt a few of her ribs break under him. The AED announced that it was charged as they backed away and pressed the shock button. Again Bek jerked on the floor before relaxing again. "Still no response, lets give one more shock and then transport regardless." Jayden announced. Alex was already giving Bek CPR and simply shook his head in agreement. The AED was charged the 360 as CPR continued on Bek's dying body. They backed away once more as the AED was charged and shocked her again. This time the increased voltage caused Bek's chest to rise slightly off the kitchen floor before crashing back down causing her breasts to shake. "Asystole, lets roll out hopefully the ER can do something else to help her" They rolled her over before placing her on a backboard and loading Bek and all of their equipment into the ambulance and sped away. Alex hopped into the drivers seat and flipped on the lights and sirens as he attempted to get to the hospital as quickly as possible. Meanwhile Jayden was in the back of the ambulance compressing Bek's chest which now had a grayish look to it as her body began to shut down. The first few minutes of the ride were uneventful as Bek remained in asystole while her chest was being pounded away on. After pushing another round of cardiac drugs into the IV Jayden was able to force Bek's heart into v-fib as the AED was charged to 360 again. The shock caused Bek to jerk violently on the gurney before going still again. There was no change in rhythm so the AED was charged again as Jayden quickly tilted her head back and slid a metal blade into her mouth and down her throat slightly. He then passed a 8.0 ET tube down her airway and secured it with a blue holder. Attaching the ambu bag he gave a couple ventilations as he placed his stethoscope onto her cold and clammy chest to ensure it was placed properly. He was able to get it right on the first time so he dropped the bag so it laid against her face and pressed the shock button again. Bek's feet jumped off the gurney slightly and clenched up showing off the wrinkles of her small feet. Jayden began to lose hope of saving Bek as the monitor went flat once again as she went into asystole once again. Jayden pounded away at her chest as a purple bruise began to form in-between her breasts from all of the aggressive CPR. Her complexion started to fade and her lips turned to a bluish purple as her body was shutting down. She was now cool to the touch other than the center of her chest where Jayden's warm gloved hands have been so often. Each compression forced her breasts to shake violently as her chest was caved in rhythmically. He pushed another round of drugs into her dying body and gave to quick squeezes of the bag hanging out of her mouth before continuing CPR. He lost track

of how many cycles he has done so far or how long she had been down. All he knew is that he wouldn't stop until he got her heart beating again.

As they arrived at the ER Bek was still under intense CPR as her chest caved in rhythmically. They rolled her out of the ambulance as Jayden straddled the gurney. His hips placed directly on hers as his body hovered over hers as he continued aggressive compressions. Alex picked up the ambu bag laying on the gurney and gave a few squeezes every few seconds in attempt to give her much needed air. They took her directly into the trauma room as Alex gave the report. Jayden hopped off of the gurney and helped transfer Bek to the bed. They rolled her to her side and slipped the backboard out replacing it with a CPR board to get her chest in the correct position. Her nude body now laid dying on the bed as a nurse took over CPR. Jayden backed away slightly trying to catch his breath from all of the CPR that he had just performed. They placed another IV port and gave Bek her next dose of epi and continued CPR. The monitors beeped in tune with each compression that she received as her body shook around from the force. The attending doctor took out his pen light and checked her pupils. They were sluggish but reactive meaning that she still had a chance at coming back. They had no time to waste before it would be too late though. A day that went from hanging out with an old friend turned into a day where a team of medical professionals did everything they could to bring her back to life. The monitors began to bounce erratically as Bek converted into Vfib once again. The paddles were taken off of the crash cart, a large amount of gel was placed on one of the paddles as they were rubbed together, placed on her bare chest, and discharged. The shock caused Bek to flop on the bed and after the shock there was no change. CPR was resumed as the paddles were charged again to 360. In a moments notice the cold metal paddles were back on her skin as she was shocked again. This time her arms flailed to the sides and her feet scrunched up and relaxed again. Bek still did not convert so another nurse centered their hands between her large breasts as the paddles charged again.

Jayden was near the nurses station as soon as they left the room and called Ryan. "Hello is this Ryan?" Jayden asked. "Bek is not doing very well and I think that its important for you to get to the hospital as soon as possible. You are the closest thing to family that she has." He hung up the phone and looked into the trauma room as he watched the resuscitation continue. A few minutes later Ryan busted into the ER and ran toward Jayden. Jayden had to catch Ryan in his arms before he could burst into the trauma room. "What the hell is going on? She seemed okay when I left. I should have stayed with her." Ryan frantically pleaded. "She went into cardiac arrest shortly after you left. We have been doing everything that we can for her. She is in good hands." Jayden responded. Ryan could barely see into the trauma room but was able to see as everyone backed away and then as her body shook around on the bed. He fell to the floor as Jayden caught him and tried to console him.

"Asystole doctor" the nurse in charge of ventilations announced. "Push another round of epi and continue CPR please." he replied. The team worked in silence as they continued resuscitating Bek but they all knew that she was inching closer and closer to death. After three minutes at her 40 minute mark of her code the doctor asked "is there any family here?". A nurse informed him of the situation and he asked that Ryan be brought into the room. Ryan could barely hold his own weight as Jayden guided him into the room. "I'm the attending here and have been in charge of Bek's case. She was brought into the ER 20 minutes ago in full cardiac arrest. Her heart hasn't been beating for over 40 minutes. We have given her all of the drugs that we can and have done everything in our power. I am going to check for any signs of life again. Come on over and hold her hand." The two of them approached Bek as Ryan placed her hand in his. He could feel how could it was. "Stop CPR and check for pulses." The team backed away as they checked her carotid, and femoral pulses. The attending checked her pupils for the last time and found that they were fixed and dilated. "Time of Death 10:46am. I'm very sorry." The doctor announced. He left Ryan and a few nurses in the room as they started post mortem care. The disconnected the ambu bag, leads, wiped the gel off her chest, hung a toe tag on her right foot, and finally draped a white sheet over her nude body. Jayden stayed in the room with Ryan until she was taken down to the hospital morgue. Her autopsy found that she had suffered a massive heart attack.

#cpr #resus #resuscitation #defib #defibrillator

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