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pies-writes-and-more · 3 years

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Karasuno boys when you wander away

Characters: Tsukishima Kei, Dachi Sawamura, Asahi Azumane, & Kageyama Tobio, all with a Fem!Reader

Warnings: probably some swearing but nothing besides that :)

A/N: So this is somewhat based on my IRL relationship haha. I’m very bad with just walking away or getting distracted by something and always worry my partner xD thought it would make for some cute headcanons! Let me know if you’d like more!

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Tsukishima had only looked away for a moment. He walked towards a fresh fruit stand, glancing at the peaches and wondering if you wanted one to snack on on the way home. He glanced back and his lips parted to ask you, but you were no where to be seen.

His lips turned into a frown, trying not to give into that small moment of panic as his eyes scanned the outside market. You were no where to be found nearby. His heart pulsed harder against his chest as his mind reminded him of that news story of girls going missing in public places. Tsukishima pushed through people, giving half-assed apologies as he thought about you being dragged away and no one noticing. How had he not noticed? How would he find you? What should he do now?

His heart raced as he continued to look for you, giving out a small yelp when he felt someone grab his hand.

“Tsukki?” You were suddenly next to him, smiling innocently up at him. “Are you okay?”

The rush of relief that came with seeing you next to him was followed with frustration. “Idiot! Where did you wander off to?” He scolded, his hand tightening on yours.

“There was a puppy,” you admitted with slight embarrassment, smiling shyly. “I just gave him a couple of pats - he looked so lonely. Everyone was ignoring him,” you explained, nodding towards an older man who was dozing off on a bench. He had a leash in his hand and a large dog sat next to his feet, eagerly watching people was if begging for someone to pet him.

Tsukishima shook his head in disbelief, “You scared me for a dog? Moron,” he grumbled, pulling you further into the market. He didn’t want to be in such a big crowd right now.

You giggled, trying not to note the redness in his ears, “Aw I’m sorry Tsukki, I didn’t mean to scare you.” You tugged on his arm gently, trying to give him an apologetic smile but he kept looking away from you.

“Whatever, get yourself lost for all I care,” he pouted slightly and you tried your best not to laugh at how such a tall boy could act like a 4 year old.

“I’ll stay with you, promise. Won’t ever leave your side!” you insisted, clutching his arm and beaming up at him.

Tsukishima glanced at your smile, noticing it looked... almost playful? “What?” He raised an eyebrow, already knowing he wasn’t going to like the answer.

“You care about me,” you teased, reaching up to poke his nose playfully. “You were worried about me because you careeee about me.” You had expected him to pull his arm away, stomp off until you apologized for making fun of him.

But instead he just rolled his eyes, flicking your forehead gently, “Maybe just a bit.”

That surprised you just a little, your heart skipping a beat or two in response, “I am sorry, Tsukki, I didn’t think I went off that far. It just got really crowded,” you told him sincerely, squeezing his hand gently. “But lucky for me! You’re so tall so it’s easy to find you!”

Tsukishima scoffed some more but blushed anyways, feeling now like he had overreacted, “Whatever. You’re buying me a snack to make it up to me, idiot.”

“Mmkay!” You beamed, the two of you roaming the market together. Tsukishima pretended like he had completely forgotten the whole thing, but you noticed that he never let go of your hand that easily after that. And he always kept you close in crowded areas.

So yeah, maybe Tsukishima Kei really did care for you.

Daichi is a calm cool collected dude. Calm. Cool. Collected. It was as if he was chanting these words in his brain, eyes frantically trying to find you. CALM COOL COLLECTED, he desperately tried to remind himself. Everything is FINE.

But that still didn’t answer the question: where the hell could you have gone off to?

It was one of the first big matches that Daichi ever invited you too and the crowds were 10x bigger than anything you’ve been to. Daichi’s whole body trembled with the idea that you were completely lost and waiting for him to find you.

“I’m sure she’s alright, Daichi! Y/N’s probably just exploring,” Asahi clapped a hand onto his friend’s shoulder, though Daichi could tell he was nervous too.

“Stop being such worry-bums,” Suga insisted, smacking both of their arms. “Y/N can be as scary as the rest of us! No one would pick on her!”

You were fully capable of dealing with things yourself, Daichi knew this. But he felt a surge of protective energy anytime he felt you needed him. “I’ll be right back,” he mumbled to his friends, his feet quickly running around the gyms to try and catch a glimpse of you.

“Daichi!” Your voice made his eyes widen, darting around to try to find you. Suddenly, he was attacked with a full on jump hug, staggering backwards to keep them upright.

“Y-Y/N! Where’ve you been?” Daichi asked with a laugh, holding you tightly and trying to avoid showing you how nervous he was.

“Coach Ukai told me Hinata left his shoes in the bus so I went to grab it before the game! Shimizu-san and Yachi were both busy so I wanted to help!” You explained, smiling up at him while holding the little bag up for him to see. Your eyes flickered over Daichi’s for a moment, noting the slight blush on his cheeks and the way he couldn’t fully meet your gaze. You couldn’t help but let out a giggle, your lips turning into a little smirk, “Were you worried about me, Daichi?” You teased and laughed as his face turned even more red.

“Well I can’t win without my lucky charm on the stands,” he chuckled, ruffling your hair.

“Oh and I just thought you liked me,” Y/N shot back with a laugh. “Didn’t know it was just cause of your game.”

You turned on your heel, starting to walk back to the gym, Daichi following while stammering out a, “I-I do liked you!” He tried to laugh off his nerves, rubbing the back of his neck as he gave you a smile, “Don’t make me all nervous before a game, love!”

You two shared some more laughs as everyone warmed up, and just before you headed to the stands, you pressed a quick kiss to his cheek. Daichi tried to play it off cool but he was wobbly the whole walk towards the team and the group of boys just laughed, all slapping his back in pride.

Unlike the Cap’n, Asahi is not calm, cool, or collected. I mean I think he’s cool but not in this sense LOL.

Asahi and you decided to have a picnic for lunch in a nearby park. But while he was setting up, you magically disappeared and Asahi felt all of his panic just intensify.

Did you? Leave him? To be on his own? Was this your way of breaking up with him?

No, Asahi tried to convince himself, you loved him. You guys had been together for almost a year now, that’s not how you’d end thins... is it?

Maybe you got lost? Did Asahi walk a little too fast to this spot? He knew sometimes you had a hard time keeping up with his long legs but he thought you had been holding his hand this whole time.

His eyes scanned the somewhat busy park. He couldn’t find you anywhere. His heart was starting to beat way too fast and his fingers were shaking while he tried to text the other third years to ask what the hell he should do.

Suga: LOL knowing Y/N she probably saw some cute chipmunk or something and stopped to take a photo of it

Daichi: don’t worry, Asahi, she’ll probably find you soon - you’re this gigantic dude in a park. I doubt she’d lose you

That didn’t help. Now Asahi was noticing how parents and kids were specifically avoiding him. His bottom lip pouted as he wondered just what he could do to seem less intimidating. Should he sit down? No, what if you were trying to see him? Sitting would only make it harder!

Just as he was considering climbing up the nearby tree to see the park from a higher distance, you popped out from some nearby bushes, holding a few wildflowers.

“Asahi?” You blinked in surprise, finding him trying to find a foothold on the tree. “Are we... eating in the tree?”

“Y/N!” The poor boy almost knocked his head on the tree when he turned around to see you, eyes widening. He immediately ran over to you and twirled you around in a hug, “God, you scared me!”

You quickly apologized profusely seeing how nervous he was, “I’m sorry, Asahi! I saw some pretty flowers over there and thought maybe it would be nice to decorate our tablecloth with!” You kiss his nose and cheeks over and over again trying to get him to calm down (but really that’s just making him more flustered).

The two of you share a gorgeous meal together, and you spend the rest of the day with his head in your lap and you braiding his hair, intertwining some of the flowers you found. The two of you talked about everything and anything and Asahi made sure from that day forward, he could always spot you. Any time you guys weren’t holding hands or standing next to each other, everyone noticed that Asahi’s eyes would dart over to you every now and then, whether consciously or unconsciously.

When he got home that night, he pressed the flowers you put in his hair in a book and kept them as a keepsake. And then gave them to you in a gift for your anniversary later.

Kageyama would start feeling panic and wouldn’t even know why. The game was starting soon and something just didn’t feel right. His muscles? No… he felt in tiptop shape. He stretched a little extra today too to make sure he wasn’t feeling stiff. His stomach? No, he made sure to have some food and milk a little earlier. And he wasn’t feeling nauseous so it couldn’t be that. His hands? No, they felt perfect in fact. He was so excited for this game earlier, he had felt the anticipation running to his fingers to just set the perfect ball. So why was he feeling so uncomfortable?

His eyebrows furrowed as he tried to think about what was making him feel different. His eyes scanned the crowd unconsciously before realizing what it was.

You weren’t standing up there with the rest of the Karasuno fans.

Where the hell were you?

His feet moved towards the gym doors before Ukai yelled at him, “Where the hell do you think you’re going, Kageyama? The game is staring soon!”

Kageyama’s eyes widened, noting the whole team watching him curiously. Why did Kageyama seem so nervous? He never seemed nervous.

“Don’t worry, Kageyama, with my spikes better than ever, we’re definitely going to win!” Hinata grinned, trying to lighten the tense air in the team.

“I’m not worried, just don’t be stupid on the court,” Kageyama replied, shrugging it off. But his eyes still scanned the stands. Where were you? You had said hello to the whole and wished Kageyama luck just a few minutes ago? So how come you weren’t standing up there with Coach’s friends and Yachi?

The whistle blew to indicate the game starting and Kageyama felt his stomach turn. Why was he feeling like this? You were probably fine so what did it matter?

You had been buying some milk from the nearby vending machines to make sure that Kageyama had some after his game. You knew that he had accidentally finished all the ones he had packed earlier and had been kinda crabby about it so you thought maybe it would cheer him up. You had stood in line for the vending machine for what felt like forever but it was all worth it knowing that you could throw the milk boxes into your lunch bag to keep them cool. Knowing Kageyama would be excited about it made you really happy.

As you walked back towards the gym, you could hear cheering. Your eyes widened as you realized that the game had already started and you ran towards the stands.

“Y/N! There you are!” Yachi’s smile looked oddly nervous. Not that she wasn’t normally nervous at these games, but this one seemed different. “I think something’s wrong with Kageyama.”

Your eyes shot down to the court, seeing how stiff Kageyama looked next to everyone else. They were patting him on the back, yelling “We’ll get the next one!” and Noya screaming, “BRING IT ON!”

“He was looking for you in the stands earlier I think,” Yachi told you with a small giggle, “He looked really nervous when he couldn’t see you.”

Your heart swelled slightly, wondering if Kageyama was off his game because he hadn’t been able to see you. “Kageyama!!” You yelled from the stands, cupping your hands around your mouth. The dark haired boy’s head shot up to look at you, a sense of relief growing on his face. “You can do it!!” You screamed some more, the people on the stands behind you yelling in support.

Even from far away, you could see his lips turn upward in a smile.

Alright, you both thought to yourself. Now we can get started.

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samanthalightning · 4 years

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She's Got A Date-EoWells X Allen!Reader- Part VII

Part VI

Summary: Wells takes you out on your very first date together.

Warnings: Slight Smut?? Oral (m! receiving)

A/N: I know, it took a century for this part to happen. I'm sorry, guys. Writer's Block is some crazy shit. Anyway, here it is xxx

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You begged him. You did with all your might. But damn, he's one tough bastard to break. Throughout the whole car ride you asked him where he was taking you. You were basically pestering him to the brink of his existence, but he's stingy with the details. Which only annoyed you and made you more anxious. It seems like he took pleasure in being the only one who knows all the details.

"The place isn't batshit crazy, right?"

His eyebrows furrowed, as he took a left turn on Fifth. "No. Why would you think that?"

You shrugged. He wasn't telling you anything, and you just thought that maybe the place isn't good, so he wasn't saying anything. You ran out of ideas, you gave him every fancy restaurant you can think of. Even the one that's outside the city, but it's a no, and a no. And just wait and see.

"So, where are you really taking me, babe?" You huffed exasperated.

He tore his eyes from the road and faced you, an enigmatic smirk formed on his face. That worries you as much as it weirdly turns you on.

"You'll have to wait and see, my love," he murmured. You pouted, putting on puppy dog eyes, but he didn't work on him. He merely chuckled and turned his eyes back on the street.

You glared at him, before realizing he's just the impossible with secrets. It's so annoying. You looked through the tinted windows, scanning your eyes around the busy street for the possible restaurant, but the majority of it was just stores and a fancy hotel ahead of you. You pondered where in the hell is he taking you?

You noticed that you were getting near and near to the fancy hotel. Like he was heading for that particular direction, which is weird. Then, a light bulb above your head turned on. There is one place that he might be taking you. But it's impossible, certainly impossible, absolutely impossible. Nope. You refused to believe it.

"Harrison, are you taking me to The Fiat?" You asked with a tinge of disbelief in your tone. He didn't respond, but you caught the side of his lip turned up to a subtle smirk. Instinctively, you swatted his arm. "Harry!"

His smirk grew wider, still not responded, which made you hit him again. He raised a hand surrender, laughing. "Okay, okay. I am taking you there."

You gasped. The Fiat is the fanciest restaurant in Central City and you have never stepped foot on it, and you wouldn't even dream of it. It's located on the rooftop of a hotel, Venanzzi— rumoured to be owned by some mob family in the city, but it was never confirmed. The price of food there is half of your paycheck, and it's damn hard to get a table there— well, try impossible.

"How were you able to snag us a table there?" You questioned.

"I know a guy," he said quietly.

Sure, he knows a guy, but knowing Harrison Wells, there's more to it than he tells, especially if he's being oddly calm about it. You decided to set it aside for a while. You gazed at the 36-story hotel from the distance, still quite in shock. You can't believe it. You're going on a date with the greatest man in the world— in your opinion— at the fanciest restaurant in Central City.

He pulled over up in the driveway. He switched off the engine, and you unbuckle your seatbelt, ready to get out, but a quick and gentle knock on your side of the door stopped you, and you jolted a bit when it was suddenly opened. Appeared a man, who seemed to be valet, holding out his gloved hand to you. You were reluctant at first, glancing to him, to his hand, to Wells, who gave you a nod, then back to his hand. Hesitantly, you took it.

"Good evening, miss," he politely greeted, assisting you as you climb out of the car.

"Thank you," you murmured shyly. You motioned to the backseat for Wells' wheelchair. "Can you help me with the—Oh." You were cut off when he strode to the driver side, taking out his wheelchair, and helped Wells exit the car. What surprised you is how flawless his execution was. It wasn't your typical 5-star hotel trained employees, no— it was like he had it memorized.

"Good evening, Dr. Wells," he said, as he sat him on the wheelchair gently.

"Good evening, Reggie." You were surprised that Wells knew him. Perhaps he had been going here prior to the explosion. Or maybe after that.

Wells handed him the keys, and moved towards you, grabbing a hold of your hands, and you gave him a shaky smile. Reggie stifled a nod with a polite smile, before he got in the car and drove out of the driveway. You kind of expected a weird look from him by seeing you with Wells, but he was cool about it.

"Let's get inside." He squeezed your hand, urging you to get inside.

The moment you entered through the big glass door, you were mesmerized. Your feet continued to walk, catching up with Wells, but your eyes; they wandered around the room. You have never been in place like this before. It's huge, enough to make you feel small. So luxurious and elegant with it's white walls and columns with gold trims, the marbled floor was covered with red carpet, making you feel as though you're a royal. A gigantic crystal chandelier hung up on the waffle-like ceiling in the center of the lobby, illuminating the whole room. It's so beautiful— and fancy. You wouldn't deny that you may slightly feel like Cinderella entering the ballroom, except this one is just the lobby.

You approached the front desk, one of the receptionists immediately caught you, so quick to put on a smile, and greeted you a good evening. Exactly what Reggie did. And like Reggie, he didn't give you a weird look nor was there a flicker of judgement in her eyes. Perhaps, this isn't her first time seeing people like you and Wells together. Perhaps, it's what she's thinking, but you appreciated that she was polite. And perhaps, God decided that you are free from the inevitable judgements for one night.

"We've been expecting you, Doctor," she spoke, you heard her fingers clicking against the keyboard, looking at the screen of the computer in front of her. She glanced back at you, putting on a smile again. "Here's your key, sir." She handed him a sleek black card. Your eyebrows furrowed, a little puzzled. Although you haven't stayed in a hotel as luxurious as this one, you're not ignorant to the fact that is a key to a room.

"Have a nice night." You smiled and you both thanked her.

You turned and went to the nearest elevator.

"Did you book a room?" You whispered to him.

He nodded. "Yes. Yes, I did."

You blinked, you were loss for words.

While standing and waiting in front of the elevator, you surveyed him with pursed lips. A room and a table. That friend of his is one powerful guy to pull off that kind of stunt. It's impossible to get both of those things booked in less than a day simply because he 'knows a guy'. He's so mysterious; he opens up to you, and you think you know him well, only to be surprised by another thing about him every time. You don't even know where he lives, and yet he's stays at your apartment almost every night. You found that unfair. It feels like you're always anticipating the other shoe to drop.

The door opens. You entered the empty elevator.

"Floor 35, please," he ordered the man.

You cocked your head to one side. "We're not going to the restaurant?"

"Not yet. Our table isn't ready yet." He informed me.

You felt the elevator moved, taking you higher and higher. You zipped your mouth, but been itching to corner him, because you know, deep inside, whoever that friend is doesn't exist— if he has friends. The man is so full of secrets and wonders that he became the basic definition of it.

You got your fast. They didn't lie about having a fast elevator on their website. Wells led you out to the hallway, and you just followed him straight ahead, not really sure where you were heading. When you're at the end of the hall, you halted in front of room 3501

He inserted the key card and opened the door. Ever the gentleman he is, he motioned for you to get in first. You obliged and stepped inside.

You expected to see a bed first, maybe some couches. Just a typical Deluxe Suite. But you didn't expect to be actually welcomed by the actual living room. You slowed down in your tracks and your jaw dropped to the floor. The room isn't your typical suite, that's for sure.

Like a literal child, you got a bit overexcited. You took the liberty and toured the whole room, leaving Wells by himself at the living area. You checked everything, mouth hung open the entire time. It's twice the size of your apartment. There's a freaking kitchen that's better than your kitchen at home. A dining space that can sit six people— and a separate bedroom, a spacious one. And you can't even get started on the bathroom.

You are astonished beyond words. It's crazy to think how much money and power that 'guy' has to experience this kind of luxury.

You walked back to the living room, where Wells is waiting for you.

"I assume that you like it?"

You scoffed, looking at him incredulously. "Like it? This is a freaking penthouse— I love it!" You squealed.

He grinned amused.

"I'm glad you like it," he replied.

You walked to him and sat on his lap. You faced him to gaze and he gazed back, but yours were full of wonder and a hint of suspicion— his was subtly playful, but you know he's wondering what your thinking is. You put your finger on his chest, drawing circles on the fabric.

"So," you began, tone slightly firm. "Who is this 'guy' you know that he is so powerful, he can get you— not just a room, I may add— but a penthouse suite."

His expression didn't even falter, despite being heavily hinting that you don't believe him. He just merely, so slightly shrugged.

"Just some guy." He replied flatly.

You gave him an 'are-you-serious' look.

"Come on, babe— it's so obvious," you insisted, tugging on the lapel of his jacket like a child.

"Fine. There is no guy," he exhaled, surrendering. "I'm a shareholder,"

You blinked. "What?"

"I'm a shareholder," he repeated.

You heard him the first time. You were just making you hear him right. You searched for any sign that he was joking, but none. Although it seems impossible because his face is the most stoic face you've ever seen, you know him.

Your mind went blank, but tried very hard to process it all. Wow. You stuttered for words, and Wells patiently waited for you to form a coherent sentence.

"H-how come I don't know about this?" You were bewildered.

He smirked smugly. "It's not something I regularly tell people,"

You chortled. "You do know that you don't really tell people anything regularly, right?" He chuckled at your little comment, but you knew he secretly agreed to it.

Involuntarily shaking your head in shock. Damn. It all makes sense now. The valet who knew exactly what to do, despite never seeing you before— the receptionist that is so sweet and just accommodating. It's not just because he's some famous guest. How come you never knew this? And how come that he never took you out when he's literally a stockholder at some fancy hotel?

"Well, our table isn't able for about at least an hour. What do you want to do?"

An hour earlier is such a Wells thing. 10 minutes late is considered late for him.

There's many things to explore, and you did just that. You wandered around again, still in utter disbelief. Then you stumbled upon the biggest mini bar in a hotel. Filled with various beverages, wines, wine glasses with chips and chocolates— and expensive nuts, which you didn't know existed. You raided it and plopped down on the couch, turning on the TV. You scrolled through the arrays of movies, until you found one that matches your current mood.

You figured to stick with the classic Julia Robert movie: 'Pretty Woman'.

You did feel a little bad for taking the majority of the food and being a total slouch right now, but they're just sitting there, and Wells does have a share in this place, so might as well take advantage of the good stuff.

Quite some time into the movie, you realized that you were alone. You scanned your eyes around the whole room, but Wells is nowhere to be found. It's like he just suddenly vanished.

You noticed the double doors that lead to the balcony were open. He must have gone there when you went on tour. You got on your feet and strode outside. Cold and muggy air of Autumn quickly greeted you, making you shiver.

You found him at the other end of the balcony. Gazing at the distance, seemingly under a deep thought. Probably in his own little world that he rarely shows to the real world.

"Finally got annoyed with me?" You went to him, crossing your arms.

His head snapped to you. He was a little startled, but quickly recovers by flashing you a smile.

"Impossible." He turned his eyes back to view. "Just taking in the view. From this perspective the whole city seems small."

You sat on his lap and followed the line of his gaze, laying eyes on the city's skyline. It took your breath away. The moon's full tonight, the black canvas of the sky was blanketed with stars. You never viewed your city from this perspective before. It was like those paintings and pictures you've seen before, but it's real and much more impressive, and a sense of strong nostalgia flooded your senses. Homes and buildings, parks all perched up. The twinkling lights are dazzling and golden, adding a dramatic and scenic flair to the view. Even you can see S.T.A.R Labs up there. The street is very busy, but you can't really hear the hustle and bustle. It's peaceful up there. And he was right— everything is so small. Everyone is so small, reminding you of how little the people and furniture were in your dollhouse.

"It is," you sighed, finding yourself lost with the sight as well.

You looked at Wells over your shoulder, and realized that he's looking at you. Eyes gleaming with admiration and such intensity you couldn't quite place. It made you feel a little self-conscious.

"What?" You furrowed your eyebrows.

"Have I told you how you look absolutely beautiful tonight?"

You flushed, couldn't help the smile forming on your face. You tried to play it cool.

You shook your head. "Not enough,"

"Well, let me make it up to you." He kissed the exposed skin on your shoulder. "You are the most beautiful woman I have ever laid eyes on," he said meaningfully, looking into your eyes deeply.

You swear to God, your cheeks must be in the darkest shade of crimson with all his compliments.

You narrowed your eyes at him.

"You just want to be kissed, don't you?" You questioned.

He chuckled, but nodded. "Yes, please."

This is one of those moments where you roll your eyes and swat him chest, and he'll laugh it off. But it's just different tonight. Perhaps the new scenery and the mesmerizing view have some sort of an effect.

You relented. Titling your body to face him, your lips captured his thin addictive lips tenderly. Quickly, escalated into a heated kiss. Your lips parted, allowing him access as his hand cupped your cheeks, and the other roamed your body up and down from behind. There was a switch, activating the desire in the pit of your stomach. You can feel it starting to burn through your veins, your fist bunched up in his shirt.

You said it before as a joke and you'll say it again: you both have the hormones of a teenager, always ready to go at it anytime. You teased him that his sex deprivation for the last 10 years is the reason for it.

You pulled away for a moment to catch your breath. Your forehead against him. Your eyes locked, a sudden flash of lust and mischief appear in your eyes.

"Remember last night?" You inquired, breathing heavy.

"Hmm," he hummed cautiously.

"Want to make it up for you as well?" You wiggled your eyebrows, making him chuckle.

"We only have 20 minutes before our reservation,"

"There's many things we can do in 20 minutes." You kissed him again.

Although you're ready for it, you don't really want to take off your dress and waste the hours you spent getting ready before the dinner. Maybe a little touch wouldn't hurt. You just need to satisfy your needs.

Out of nowhere, you realized that you rarely do this, and you never really thought about it. And besides, it will rile him up.

You pulled away once more, catching him off guard. You got off his lap and stood before him with a seductive smirk. His face showed how utterly puzzled he is now, but carefully analyzing you.

You hands on his torso, sliding down to his thighs, as you kneel down on the ground, confusing and surprising him even more.

"What are you doing?" He asked.

"Just watch," you ordered.

Your fingers crawled back up, fiddling with his belt buck. You glanced up to him, your smirk growing wider. He looked a bit reluctant as he watched, knowing what was folding before him.

"Y/N—"

"Shh,"

With the zipper undone, you rolled his pants down to his knees. You took a hold his half-hard length, slowly pumping it. His breath hitched. You felt the excitement rushing through you, the goosebumps erupting on your skin. Perhaps being out there makes the whole experience more exhilarating. But yes, you are thankful that you are 35 floors up, at the corner side of the building, and there's a wall blocking you from the room beside you.

You took the head into your mouth, your tongue swirled around it. You heard him hiss very quietly and sighed as if almost in relief. You licked the dripping pre-cum, moving down to the base, you pumped him faster.

Your other hand caressed his balls, you worked on your rhythm, bobbing your head up and down, His fingers found their way through your hair, bunching them up tightly, but carefully as he didn't want to ruin your hair.

You looked up, half-lidded with those eyes, showing him how well you're taking him, even sucking harder, deeper and faster. It started to show how much restraints he was putting on. His breathing becoming uneven, his teeth dug in his bottom lip, his eyes rolling back.

You were starting to feel yourself getting wet. So aroused, you moan and it vibrated through him, adding another wave of pleasure.

You get a grunt and hiss here and there. That still doesn't satisfy you. You want to drive him crazy, have him writhing, losing control of himself.

Before you could ever do something, his phone rang loudly.

He didn't seem to be bothered by it and answered the call and you decided to continue sucking him off.

"Cisco?" He panted, licking his dry lips. "Yes,"

You smirked smugly internally, remembering the fond memories of two nights ago. Payback is a bitch.

You moved deeper, you could almost feel him at the base of your throat. His pitch went high at one point, although he regained control almost immediately. He shot you glare, but you just did it again, and again, and again, driving him wilder each time. He tried to keep up with Cisco, but what you're doing is torture. The sweetest torture.

You love it though. Watching him unravel and get flustered before you as he tries his very best to keep it together. You just realized how much you crave it and goddamn it's so much.

"Cisco, is this a life and death situation?" He questioned the poor boy. "No? You see, I'm quite preoccupied at the moment, I'll call you back later regarding..." He trailed off, forgetting what the young man had said to him.

"Yes. That. Goodbye," he said, ending the call. "You're naughty little minx, aren't you?"

You hummed in reply and you knew what it was going to do to him. He gripped your hair tighter, pushing you down to deepthroat him. You are never one to walk away from challenges, so you let him do it for as long he wants, fondling with his balls even more. But you're only human, eventually you started choking, you retraced, tears streaming down your cheeks.

He quickly wiped them, looking at you apologetic for losing control. You nodded at him to say you're fine and went back to your old pace.

Thank God for waterproof mascara. You knew you were crying tonight, but in this way.

You felt him twitch inside of you, so you pumped him faster, until you felt the warm liquid hitting the back of your throat. You swallowed it confidently. You slowed down on your pace, before pulling away with a pop.

Wells' forehead was covered with beads of sweat; he was breathing heavy, seemingly lightheaded, but grinning like an idiot. He was undone, thanks to you.

You get on your feet, straightening up your dress. With a proud smirk, you leaned over him, inches away and whispered,

"I'm gonna go touch up. We wouldn't want to be late, right?" You pulled him into a passionate kiss, letting him taste himself in your mouth, before pulling away and walking back inside with your hips swaying, leaving him on the balcony to recover.

You gotta give to him. By the time you finished fixing your make-up and hair, he composed himself as if nothing had happened.

You were like idiots though, sharing a knowing smirk from time to time while waiting for the elevator to reach the floor.

Abruptly, a ding caught your attention. The doors opened, there were at least 4 people, you smiled politely at them as you got inside.

You met eyes around and you caught a middle-aged woman with her white streaked hair in a slick bun and blue dress looking at you from the back of the elevator. It would seem like she's accompanied by her husband, who didn't seem to care at all. Her eyes are just filled with pure utter disbelief and disgust almost to see you and Wells together. No one had given you that look before, even with the valet and the receptionist.

You turned away, bowed your head down, moving closer to him and holding on his hand tighter.

Finally, you reached the restaurant. You quickly stepped out getting as far as possible, although you know that she's gonna dine in the restaurant as well. But her table may be far, far away from yours. Here's to hoping.

Upon approaching the entrance, you were greeted by another receptionist. They seem to never run out.

"Good evening, Doctor, miss," he greeted. "This way, please." He gestured to you to follow him into the restaurant.

The lights were low in a romantic way. Half of the table isn't even occupied, you wonder how in the world it's always full.

Wells just never runs out of surprises. It is a whole new level of amazing. It's unlike any rooftop restaurants you saw before. The walls are made of glass, slightly curved as if mimicking the shape of a plane. It gives a panoramic, 360 view of the city.

The receptionist stopped by the table in the center of the room. You've reached your table, as it seems. The kind man pulled out your chair for you and you thanked him, before he strode away to walk back to the front desk.

Your eyes scanned your eyes around the room, fiddling with the hem of your dress. Majority of the people inside are just business men in a meeting of sorts.

Your head tilted up slightly, and a quiet gasp slipped from your lips. There's a skylight perfectly placed above your table. You get the sight of the sky above you; the stars, the moon's light refracting through the glass.

"Wow. This is amazing," you murmured, eyes twinkling with awe.

"Not as amazing as you, of course,"

You rolled your eyes, bowing your head again.

You took the menu placed on your table. You skimmed the contents, as it seems you will be having a 5-course meal, 4 of them, excluding the wines, you can't pronounce even if tried. Tuscan Steak for the main course— he really wanted a steak. A good one.

It didn't have the price on it and that worries you a bit.

"So, does the Venanzzi crime family really own this place?" You asked, not even pausing to think about it. You just wanted a conversation and real story.

Wells laughed, shaking his head. "No. They don't. The real ones are in Italy, managing another hotel there."

Well, you thought that killed the excitement and possible shadiness of this place. On the bright side, he isn't involved with the crime family.

The waiter came shortly, already with your first course: Carpaccio di anatra, which is apparently duck with it's perfect wine to match.

You dig into the food. It melts the moment it touches your tongue, a hint of pepper and lemon popped in your taste buds. You moaned, slouching your shoulder.

Wells quietly chuckled at your reaction and continued eating his food.

"Why'd you name it The Fiat?" Thought randomly popped in your mind. It doesn't really have a meaning that you can think of. It sounds foreign.

"It's an Italian sesquiplane that served before and during World War II. I consider it one of the deadliest biplanes during that time. Although it's a bit outdated by two modern biplane the Allied Powers had." He explained. He lifted his fingers, pointing to the windows. "The architectural design doesn't resemble the original, but I figured that if Paris has L'oiseau Blanc, Central City should have The Fiat."

You never knew he was that keen on history. Or planes.

"That was a nice history lesson," you commented.

"Thank you," he replied.

The night carried on. You were genuinely having fun. Laughing with all the stories and jokes you exchanged. The food is all astonishing; they are something your taste buds have never quite experienced before. The steak is so good, and you really failed that steak.

You could feel the wines you consumed kicking in your system and it's pretty amazing. Of course, as you get intoxicated, you start getting flirty. Your jokes are getting a bit more crude, and your eyes are sultry eyeing him.

Let's just say he chokes and coughs a lot.

You cleared your throat suddenly, getting Wells' attention. He raised an eyebrow as if asking you what's wrong.

You grinned cheekily. "How are you recovering, by the way? I forgot to ask."

Caught off guard, he started coughing, quickly taking a sip of his drink. He averted his face from you, looking down, but you can see the hint of blush on his cheeks.

"Very well, thank you for asking."

"Poor Cisco. Twice in his life he got scared," you remarked.

He exhaled. "Let's hope he didn't get the faintest idea of what was happening with each of his calls."

You giggled, nodding in agreement.

By the time the dessert appeared on your table, you were pretty overwhelmed and almost full after all the food, but you can't stop taking more bite. You wonder how rich people do this. There's so much food to eat in one seating.

But alas, your seductive charm didn't halt for a second. Each bite you take of the tiramisu, you moaned sensually. You are more than satisfied to see him red and taking a sharp breath when you meet eyes.

"I know what you're doing," he spoke.

You smirked.

"Good."

"You know that's gonna get you in trouble, right?" He finally glanced up at you. His pair of ocean eyes were filled with concupiscent darkness.

"Why do you think I do it?" Your voice dropped into a whisper.

His brow raised. "What you did earlier isn't enough?" He asked and you shook your head. "You will be the death of me." He stated.

"I hope not. Excuse me, I'm just gonna go and touch up,"

You got on your feet, and walked to the nearest restroom. On your way, you saw that the same woman in the elevator was just right behind your table. She scrutinized you again and you did your best to ignore her.

You stare at yourself in the mirror, reapplying your lipstick. Really, there's no point to reapply them for you know what's gonna happen after this dinner, but you just wanted to.

The door opened, snapping your head towards it. Revealing the same woman. This time she spared you a smile. Again, you felt an unsettling feeling in your stomach, though you smiled back to be polite.

She stood beside you, seeming to be reapplying your make-up as well. You both stood in silence, doing your own thing, then she spoke.

"Is that your Dad?"

You didn't get it at first, but you realized she meant Wells.

"Uhm, no," you muttered.

"Oh, your uncle then?" She inquired some more.

"No," you replied again, more firmly this time. "He's my boyfriend," you announced.

"Oh." She blinked, although you knew she's hardly surprised about that. "Don't you think he's a little too old for you, darling?" She chuckled, trying to lighten her comment.

"Well, age is just a number." You politely countered.

She nodded.

"That is true, but I'm just saying that perhaps someone your age suits you better. It's quite, well, inappropriate." She said. "Men like him— they'll get bored and they'll find another girl to mess with. He'll just break your heart darling." Her tone sounded so motherly, masking the criticism with concern.

Your jaw hardened as does your fist. You are in utter disbelief how a person could be so invasive and judgemental. She doesn't even know you or Wells.

It took every ounce of your being not to snap and stay calm.

"Well, I don't think so. He's perfect for me in every way and he loves me as much as I love him," you said. "And I don't mean to offend you, as much as you're offending me right now, but as someone I don't even know, I don't think that you have a say in our consensual, happy relationship. Have a good night."

Her face contorted into a scowl and shock.

You collected your things and stormed out of the bathroom.

Your blood is boiling, as you went back to your table. You tried not to be obvious with a sudden change in your mood, but it got to you.

"Let's go," you demanded.

"What's wrong?" He sounded concerned.

You shook your head and forced a small. You were too obvious.

"Nothing. Let's go?"

He was suspicious, but nodded anyway. You both left the restaurant and headed back to your room.

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I'm not the only one who hates that Karen, right? Anyway, I'd appreciate if you share this and give it some love. Thanks!

Part VII: Angst Ending | Part VII: (Sort of) Happy Ending

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Prodigal Daughter (Ben Hardy x Reader)

Prompt: Ben and the cast finds out reader is an expert drummer.

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When your dog-loving boyfriend auditioned for Bohemian Rhapsody, he's been working hard to be able to play the percussive set as he wanted to honor the character the he was going to play in the movie. You supported him as a loving girlfriend would do although not that he didn't knew much about you but the fact that you were actually an expert on the drum set had him, his castmates and the two members of Queen in total awe as they eyed from across the stage set.

It happpened like this….

"Awe love, thanks coming here to support me." Ben had an arm around you while walking together, following his cast mates and the others to the stage. The iconic Live Aid was their first scene as Ben told you and for support, you went to watch him as you wanted to see the hard work of your dear lover.

"Love, you should rest for a bit. You've been playing for a quite a while." Your voice laced with concerned. You watch him shake his head no, "It's okay, love." He continous to do the drum routine.

You know that he will nail it. And what better way to boost him than be there and cheer for him.

You stood afar from the set as they shot the scene. You would catch him glancing at you with his biggest smiles as you would bob your head to his beat. The beat that you fell inlove with in your teen years. You didn't even notice the way your foot tap to the ground, each stomp so acute to the beat of the biggest drum.

"and….CUT!!"

You were the first to cheer as you ran to the stage to meet Ben, him doing the same by jumping off it with a large smile welcoming you in his muscly and comfy embrace. You could tell he was proud of himself.

"Babe! That was so cool!!!"

"I KNOW, I was like--" he babble with some sound effects, making some clear emphasis of what he had seen himself doing behind the drum set. Giggling at his action, you both walked together to the bottom of the stage where the peeps had gathered.

Exchanging different compliments, Ben and his castmates were rained with praises from Roger and Brian.

"My almost prodigal son is here." The lead drummer of Queen quoted earning a shy smile from the lad. The man has been a great role model for Ben as he almost stood as a father to him and to you aswell.

"Almost."

"I think we could all agree to that can we?" Gwilym said.

"Well, he did nail it. Good Job Benjamin. But I think Cardboard Ben is Better." Laughter bursted inside the loose circle, you laughing along Joe's affection to your boyfriend carbon copy in cardboard.

"Stop it, Joe. Your hurting my feelings here."

The chatter continued, talking and complementing Rami and Gwylim of them rocking their own routine.

"O My Goodness! Y/n M/n L/n. Is that really you?"

Now this somehow caught everyone's attention. Turning to the owner of the voice, you met the very, very familiar face of a female. It didn't made you hold back the smile the moment you met her gaze.

"JEM!! ITS YOU!!" Basically scurrying out of Ben's embrace, enveloping the girl in a bear hug, and vice versa.

Joe was the first to speak out of all the confused faces.

"Jem, love? You know Y/n?"

Ben was also confused as he knew all of your friends yet he wasn't very much familiar with this one but not in a bad way. The interaction you gave looked genuined and so did hers, it was as if you knew the said stranger almost by heart.

Jem, who is basically bear hugging you looked back to her boyfriend and said,

"OH, Joe, guys, remember when I said I was in a band?"

Everyone nodded.

"Well, you see we were a four person band and I know you have met my two other former band mates and I said I had lost contact with one of my members since our accounts have been hacked before. " you still had the girl in your grasp while looking at the small crowd cowering around the both of you.

"W-wait? Are you saying Y/n's your long lost band member?"

Jem nodded furiously at Lucy's question.

"Wow! Y/n, why didn't you say anything?"

Ben had a seemingly excited look on his face as if he was a boy who just found a treasure chest in his backyard. His eyes trained on you. Curiosity lingering on them.

"Well, nobody real asked about it and that was way too long ago." You trailed.

Joe suddenly pops up statement.

"Hold on a minute, Viola said that she was the pianist and Jax was the bassist. And you told me that you were lead vocalist…"

Ben was the next to speak, following his friend's statement.

"Which would mean that my girlfriend, is your band'--"

"Lead drummer? Yeah!"

The confidence your dear friend radiated as she began to brag you to your friends turning you into a shy fly. And the fact that your idol, nome other than another father figure aswell known as Roger Meddows Taylor, who is basically standing beside you is hearing all this things got you shy chills.

"Hey, Jem thats enough. Besides, as I said that was quite a long time ago and I don't think I could be that great on it anymore."

Jem gave you and eye roll, "Y/n, there's no way that you could loose your touch. Even if your mind doesn't remember, your hands and feet does. Also, I heard from Ben that he would sometimes catch you playing with your chopstick while doing the dishes. I should've known your dating the hunk of a man sooner." You rolled your eyes as Jem whispered the last sentence to you.

"How 'bout you plah for us love?" Roger placed a hand on your shoulder, handing you a pair of sticks. Your eyes turned into saucers.

"I-i don't know Mr. Taylor--" "Roger kiddo."

You smiled, "Roger, as much as I want to play. I not as good as I was before."

This time Ben talks you out.

"You can't be that bad love, we just wanna see you play. You can go do any song."

You looked at him, rather unsure of yourself. Sure, one can't unlearn what is learned. Everyone around you started to encourage you aswell. Ben's puppy eyes, was the last warning bell you could ever receive as you sighed and took the drum sticks. Suddenly feeling a spark in your palms after having contact with it after a long while.

"Go Y/N!!"

"YOU CAN DO IT LOVE!!"

You ran up to the stage, thanking yourself for wearing a pair jeans on this unexpected day. Jem skipped her way as she followed you and as if she already knew what song you were gonna play, she hurriedly plugged her phone on the jack and waited for you settle.

"Brings back memories doesn't it?" You shrugged off and smiled as you held the sticks in position.

"Damn, feeling deja vu here."

"You just miss it." Jem replied to you.

You stared past the drum set meeting Ben's eyes as he howls your name. Roger doing the same and so does the others around the stage. Father and boyfriend, cheering for you. What a heck of a combo.

You nodded to Jem who proceeded to play the track with a little low volume so it won't over power your routine.

"GO! Y/N GO!" she called out.

Taking a deep breath, you let yourself get lost on the music.

(0:00 to 0:15)

Like your hands had its own mind, it smashed the sticks tips to the first beats. Nearly missing the timing.

"That's a good start." You joked to yourself as you continue to the beat.

Eyeing back to back to your small audience. Their heads bobbing with your beat with smiles on their faces. Watching as your pace gradually quickened along the way.

(0:16 to 0:25)

"I think it's getting faster."

Rami's comment made Ben aware with his girlfriend beat. After having countless practice and hearing some bands drummer plays, Bon Jovi's song had some of the trickiest drum routines and he could tell how complicated the beat and yet, seeing you calmly beaming with each hit, your hands and arms swiftly moving to the next beat as if she practiced the whole routine for almost a week. Whats more was also, it looked quite your style.

Your face looked calm and composed with each beating.

He marvelled you and as if you were so used to the clashing and bashing, you didn't miss any timing.

(0:26 to 1:09)

No eyes left your figure while staying on your beat. Each pair beaming the quicker your arms switch directions as the chorus neared then, what happened next was a small yet seemingly gigantic movement when they caught it. That was the moment Ben knew that his girlfriend wasn't an amatuer drummer.

You twirled one drumstick in between your fingers as the other hit the cymbals, your lips mouthing the lyrics with a smile etched on it. Then slamming both down to the clash instrument.

"Ohhh!!!" "She twirled them! Did you see that?!"

Your hands swifting left to right like accelerate, still singing to the chorus. You drowned yourself to the symphony of each percussion that surrounded you like no one was watching, eyes closed you, staying with the beat.

(1:09 to 2:00)

Maintaining a heck of speed had Roger Taylor screaming his heart out for you. Calling your name, screaming 'thats my kid!!' Out of now where and jumping along the music. Like a proud dad, he cheered.

People were bouncing like they were in a rock concert. Joe was banging his head to your melody. Gwilym and Rami were arm in arm and singing to the song. Brian was dancing around with Lucy.

(2:00 to 2:03)

Your speed growing to a thunderous amount that had everyone going out of their mind while you sat there like you practiced the whole performance for weeks.

"Oh my god! She's freaking nailing it."

"UGH! Ben she's a freaking Queen!"

Ben was freaking out like everybody else while watching your routine with the sticks that even thought he can't do.

(2:03 to 2:32)

The crowd under the stage as the staff was singing along while you drum your heart out. Your movements were so in sync with what your mind had thought of in every sequence, executing everything perfectly. Continuing to the music, each beat was a perfect hit. You caught sight of Ben who had a hand on his forehead and another on his, face had saucer eyes and a slack jawed smile, staring at you.

You let yourself meet his gaze as he notice this.

You winked at him.

(2:34 til end.)

Ben's breath hitched as Roger muttered an 'oh my god' beside him as you threw a stick in the air, then catching it perfectly before hitting the beat perfectly once again.

Everyone was screaming after that, Joe was grabbing his permed hair as if he had witness something insane before him. Lucy could tell that after this mini concert, she won't be able to talk the next day.

Doing a couple more stick twirling and fast paced movements, you finally reach an end with a satisfying clash from the cymbals. Panting, you turned to you now large crowd, screaming for you.

"And there goes your Prodigal Daughter." Roger could only nod on Brian's statement.

Ben rushed up to stage and immediatly lifted you off the ground. Rambling how insanely amazing you were.

"You gotta teach me your ways love." He mumbled against your lips.

"As long as I get something in return." You said after quick peck on his lips.

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Aaaand it’s done. I missed some days and published some of the prompts out of deadline but I had them finished before the end of October, which makes me really really really happy given the creative draught that’s gotten over me since 2017.

Here’s prompt 31 for this year’s fictober: “Scared, me?”. It begged to be a Drarry, thus it made the final chapter of the little fic inspired by previous prompts. I’m not as happy with chapters 3 and 4 as I am with 1 and 2, but I hope you like it.

Tags: sort of a reunion, drarry, ewe, consent

Warnings: can’t think of any

Agnes Appleworm arrived early that morning. She had been granted special permission to visit the Manor once a month after leaving Draco’s case and the Ministry. She came bearing homemade food and cleaning spells for the reading room, in which things were going to happen that afternoon. The Thing, actually. The formal procedure of lifting the house arrest and making Draco Malfoy a free man once again.

After lunch, she wrapped Draco in a tight embrace. Despite Draco’s above average height, Agnes was still a good foot taller than him, this contributing to her tendency to mother every person she met, no matter their age or background. Draco had to admit he owed her his sanity because of that.

“You’ve done great, love. I am very proud of you”

“It was all thanks to you, Agnes”

She made a conspiratory face.

“Well, I wouldn’t take the merit off Harry now, would I?”

Draco rolled his eyes and Mrs Appleworm burst out laughing good-humoredly.

“Potter’s been around for the last two years, you were the one who did the heavy lifting”

Mrs Appleworm looked at Draco with a tender smile, hands on his shoulders. She gave him a noisy kiss on the cheek and arranged his hair.

“I have to go now. Do come to visit, you’re always welcome”

“Thank you, Agnes. For everything, I mean it”

She made a dismissive gesture with her hand and walked off, waving right before appareting away.

Draco was just turning his back to the open door of the reading room and vanishing the lunch dishes away when a series of whipping noises told him the Ministry officers had arrived. He turned around to greet them but he found himself freezed by the sight of several photographers, a wireless reporter, two writers, Minister Shacklebot, Hermione Granger with Martha O’Sea attached to her arm, four aurors, an unspeakable, a healer and a clerk from the Wizengamot. And no sign of Harry Potter.

Hermione and Martha approached him first, used to the Manor after months of working with Draco in their magical mental health proposal, and eager to greet him in such an eventful date. Then the Minister, not before having the aurors position the journalist and warn them against any wrong-footed move towards their host. Draco was mildly shocked, since nobody told him there would be press, and somebody did tell him he was going to be there and wasn’t. Hermione stood on her toes to whisper in Draco’s ear:

“I know you don’t like this, but we need to make a good impression if we want the bill to be approved. Relax, it’ll be over in a minute”.

Draco exhaled and nodded, eyes closed in resignation. There was a speech about the war, and memory and reconstruction. Then Hermione and Martha talked about their work, emphasizing Draco’s help. Draco answered a few expectedly uncomfortable questions, but nobody was a prick to him, following the Minister’s demands. Hermione was wrong: it took way longer than a minute, and it felt forever. Finally, the healer gave him a quick check, the clerk produced the paperwork and many pictures were taken of him and the Minister signing his release and probation, shaking hands, and taking a copy of the magical mind healing project’s first draft with great ceremony.

Draco felt all the wards and inhibition spells fall, and the Manor’s ancient magic stretch out and reach to the furthest corners of its grounds. He wasn’t sure he’d be able to contain all his magical energy pleading to shoot fireworks from his fingertips, to fly, to explode and set things on cold green fire, like a gigantic puppy after too much time locked in the kennel.

The Minister shook his hand and gave him an earnest smile before asking if using his floo was okay. The press left on his wake, and so did the aurors, and Hermione and Martha after setting a work meeting at the Ministry. Just like that he was alone again, in his reading room, door closed, not a living soul in the house. The magical thrumming inside him was now just a pleasant vibration all over his body, and now that he wasn’t overwhelmed by it, he was free to wonder where on earth was Harry.

He looked at his feet, sighed through his nose and told himself he should have seen it coming. There was nothing now that would make Harry come back. He wasn’t bound by his job anymore, and so he was able to avoid him. After all, they had never talked again about that Halloween night. Nothing else, not even a handshake, had happened between them. And yet Draco thought they at least were friends now.

This nine years had taught him nothing if not acceptance. You can’t make someone stay against their will, so be it. He shook the disappointment away and picked a book from his to read pile. A fantasy muggle novel, since Martha and Hermione had him overworking on the draft the weeks prior his release and he was done with medical and magical theory. He sat on his favourite armchair, by the window, trying to avoid the memory of all the Friday afternoons, and sometimes evenings, in which Harry sat opposite him.

Not many pages in the world of a mysterious and undoubtedly hot witch-hunter, the window beside him rattled, making him jump. Outside, perched on the windowsill, a magpie held his gaze with human-like annoyance. Amused, Draco opened the window and the bird flew in, cawing impatiently at Draco from the seat in front of him, jumping on one leg, with a rolled note tied in the other.

Wasn’t allowed to join the party. I’m at the front door. Wards won’t let me in. Guess they’re back to how they were before the war. Lift them for me? H. J. P.

Draco smiled softly and then he found he could not stop it. With his smile turned a wide grin, he flicked his wand to let Harry in and went to meet him at the entrance hall. When he got there, he was panting slightly, but the sight of a fidgeting Harry in civilian clothes, holding a bunch of books, a bouquet of white roses and a box of chocolates took his breath away. Still, he managed to play it aristocratically cool. He stopped on his tracks, straightened his pose and put his hands in his pockets.

“Afternoon, Potter. May I ask what are all those for?”, he greeted calmly, pointing at the presents with his chin.

“Well, I’ve been meaning to give the guy I like some sort of present, as in a first date, because we haven’t had one. One proper date, I mean. But I couldn’t decide between any of these books, because he loves to read, or the chocolates, because he does love chocolates, or the roses because I felt like an idiot passing by the florist every friday on my way to see him and thinking white roses remind me of him, but not getting the nerve to give him a bouquet just because. So here we are”.

“Here we are”, repeated Draco with the stupid, unstoppable smile back on his face.

Harry sighed and looked around, as if inspiration was going to appear there any minute. He was smiling too, albeit shyly, and kept changing his weight from one foot to the other.

“So”, he mumbled, “I believe we’ve got a conversation on pause”.

Draco looked at his feet. When he looked up, Harry was a couple of steps closer, offering him the bouquet as if he was offering a token of peace to a dragon. Draco took them carefully, smelled them, and summoned a jar with water and a small side table where he set them.

“Your hands are trembling”, pointed Draco taking the books and the chocolate and putting them next to the roses. “Scared, Potter?”

Harry laughed, fully aware this wasn’t the first time Draco had made that question. This time, though, the taunt in it wasn’t irritating. It felt like feathers up his breastbone. He closed the distance between them, his eyes set on Draco’s. He took Draco’s face between his hands and Draco, breathing heavily, put his arms around Harry, resting his hands in the middle of his back.

“Scared, me?”, said Harry, voice trembling. “Go ahead, you were asking something”.

“I’m impressed by your good memory”, said Draco coolly.

“I haven’t thought of anything else in the last two years”, he breathed.

With a smirk, noses already touching, eyes hooded and brisk heartbeats, Draco whispered:

“Would it be wrong if I kissed you right now?”

#fictober19 #drarry #drarry fanfic #drarry fanfiction #drarry fic #Draco Malfoy #Harry Potter #harry potter fandom #harry/draco #Draco/Harry

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0chronophobia0 · 5 years

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;; How do you imagine kurono relationship with each one of the members of the precepts?

-insert eyes emoji + sparkling emoji- this will be fun

ps- sorry this took so long to respond andlkjafkbhsegkb I fell asleep like 3 times while writing this and got distracted several times by philkas and malec

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Chisaki Kai (Overhaul)

So, it is normal to see Kurono hanging out in the background when Chisaki is in the room, as he’s always following him around in case he needs anything at all, Overhaul’s thirsty? He’s got him covered, Fiji water for the best boss on earth

Kurono has such a high admiration towards him, you’ll be able to catch him gazing at Chisaki and melting every time they lock stares, you’ll be able to view the exact moment Hari spills his uwus every time Kai looks at him

Would never dare address him as Chisaki or Kai though, he’d be dead where he stands if he did, he respects Kai too much, and therefore only calls him Overhaul, though sometimes he might slip but pick himself up before he can call him by his name, he’s slick and therefore able to distract Chisaki when stuff like this happens

They’ve known each other for the longest time, Kurono knows almost everything about Chisaki and views him as his best friend, yet Chisaki has a hard time admitting he too sees Hari as his friend, but it is not as if it bothers Hari, as he is completely fine with the fact that Kai doesn’t view him as highly as he does, or so he thinks, Kai’s the boss anyway so it SHOULD be this way, right?

Irinaka Joi (Mimic)

Their relationship is… complicated. like they are friends but they are not at the same time.

They’re both very competitive when it comes to being the best co-leader of the Shie hassaikai, they’ve got this silent game where they are always trying to outsmart each other, well more like it is Kurono trying to be better than Irinaka and getting frustrated when Joi receives praise and he doesn’t, but Hari ain’t gonna complain because complaining will lead him nowhere.

definitely takes advantage on the fact he’s very obviously Chisaki’s favorite to make sure Irinaka goes through a pranks hell, you bet Mimic was woken up in a daycare with other toys just as kids come racing in, of course, he can’t do much other than escape and assist work late because goddamn Hari had to so kindly deliver him to some children which pulled at his little arms and legs and drenched him in saliva, and also stabbed bows into his head, you know, peachy, has to burn that body afterwards because there’s no way in hell Kai will let him get close to him, so many fucking germs.

overall though, they are able to hold a serious conversation, but if they are left alone for too long Kurono might start pushing Joi’s buttons until the room becomes a battlefield.

when Kurono is angry he will pick up Mimic and throw him against a wall, it doesn’t hurt him much so… gotta take advantage of that.

Nemoto Shin

oh boy, oooooooohhhh boy. when you see these two together, you know you gotta be scared, be very afraid, they are NOT here for good, don’t move, don’t shake, don’t speak, don’t even b r e a t h e, one wrong move and you’re fucking dead

Together, they’re like those popular beautiful stereotypical blond high school girls, sarcasm is their virtue, and you bet they know every flaw about you, the moment they get together, and they land their eyes on you, you’re dead meat, so bitch you better go perfectly still or hoe, you already fckn ded.

Nemoto is Kurono’s go-to friend, since you know… Chisaki isn’t exactly the best best friend, Kurono has Nemoto to back him up whenever he needs something Kai can’t provide, aka something emotional or physical, Hari finds Shin lots of fun and it isn’t rare to catch them talking when Chisaki is nowhere to be seen, or even laughing with each other.

They do tend to keep things strictly professional around Chisaki or Irinaka though, often meeting up right after to talk about whatever and chitchat

It may not seem like it, but Kurono loves drama, and who better than Nemoto to make people spill the tea? His quirk’s name should be tea spiller, not Confession, and honestly? Hari loves it, something he will more than proudly admit

When the situation is given, they both flirt with each other and call each other lovey nicknames, you know like… “asshole”, “dickhead”, and occasionally they address each other as “boo” but that’s more of a friendly thing

None of them talk about it but once they got so high together the next day they woke up in the same bed, luckily fully dressed, but it ain’t like either of them cares, it is simply that Chisaki would kill Hari if he knew this.

Sakaki Deidoro

Well there isn’t much to say about Kurono’s relationship with him, other than he occasionally tagging along with him and Nemoto to go bar hopping incognito at 3 AM while Chisaki is asleep, Kurono often being forced to take a thorough shower when he gets back because the smell of alcohol isn’t something Chisaki likes to find on his #1 assistant

For the most part, their relationship is due to work, as Kurono doesn’t see himself to be great friends with him, but still is willing to socialize with him, after all, he isn’t supposed to form strong bonds/relationships with the expendable bullets of the yakuza

Rikiya Katsukame

Again, there isn’t much to say, Hari things Rikiya is hot, he’s tall, muscular, and able to burst through a wall very easily, Kurono finds that amusing, and therefore is often seen checking him out with Nemoto, who simply agrees and adds on lmao.

_Doesn’t even talk to him tho unless it’s job-related, though sometimes he might tell him he’s done a good job after accomplishing a mission and leaves right after_

Hekiji Tengai

so, their relationship is quite complicated, since there are times Hari is responsible, stoic, and well-mannered, which is when he gets along with Tengai, they will talk politely over a cup of hot chocolate and Kurono will keep him up to date with anything he knows

but then there is when Kurono is in the mood to mess with everyone and you bet Tengai is his go-to target

Hari will tease him non-stop and make sure Tengai regrets seeing him that day, though when overhaul walks in he can’t say shit since by the end of the day he’s just another expendable serving under their command, and it’s not like Hari bothers him that much, as it is mostly just Kurono budging him and likely to get slapped, which only causes Hari to laugh whenever he’d get hit after annoying him

Rappa Kendou

Hari’s #3 favorite tbh, like, he simply likes this guy, there are no reasons why. Actually, there is, and it is that Rappa is simply a big puppy? You know, the kind to destroy your house while you’re gone and wants to bite everything with its little hurtfully sharp teeth? That Rappa to Hari

He’s so big,,,, Kurono loves that, he loves having to look up to stare at him in the face, he loves his strong build, he loves his arms, oh god his arms

you bet Kurono loves praising Rappa, whenever he fights, after overhaul, he is the first one to get a piece of Hari’s mind about his well-done job, thus boosting the guy’s ego, he often finds himself being able to control him better than many, this thanks to his quirk quick practically paralyzes him? until he’s calmed down

Kurono loves his gigantic pupper, you bet that Hari spoils him, Rappa is a good guy, if only he didn’t want to fight everyone to literal death, and that’s something Kurono acknowledges and finds amusing, he does his own thing, and doesn’t like being put into teams, as it has been seen before, but we all know Hari would not say no to overhaul

Setsuno Toya

Toya, Hari, and Shin are the mean girls of the Shie hassaikai, Hari is Regina George, Shin is Gretchen Weiners, and Toya is Karen Smith, he has the least power out of the three, but he’s nice to have around so they keep him in the group lmao

Kurono talks to Toya more through text than face to face, mostly because they send each other lots of memes and funny/ugly selfies, they also make mischievous plans to mess with Overhaul almost every day, and rarely have they been caught

Setsuno allows Hari to take his phone and send Overhaul vines asking him to see them, after all, Toya is suicidal, so he’s got nothing to lose, and even though Kurono appreciates Setsuno as a pal, he knows he can’t get attached, and therefore just does as he wants

though when Setsuno needs help, Kurono is more than willing to offer himself first, he may not be very good with advice and emotions though, but he is a good listener and will sit and hear him out through every rant along with a cup of hot chocolate

They once made a plan together to prank overhaul and Kurono replaced Chisaki’s usual black surgeon mask with one that said ‘owo’ one morning and paid Toya to go up to him and say “good mowning mitew owohauw” and record it, but in addition to that, which made the video way better, Overhaul replied with a sigh, and in a very disappointed tone… “hewwo”

Soramitsu Tabe

chompy boie, Kurono doesn’t usually talk to him, but sometimes he will bring the weirdest foods and feed them to Tabe just for fun

He likes to invite him and Hojo when he hands out with Setsuno, since they are Toya’s friends, and together they will find reckless/fun stuff to do, of course, Overhaul never knows that Hari tags along with them, they keep Kurono covered -insert thumbs up emoji-

Once, Hari gathered all the precepts and made them sit in a circle around Tabe and brought in a deep fried sock, together they all chanted until Tabe was so overwhelmed he ended up eating the sock

Yu Hojo

welp, Hojo is one of the only people he actually maintains a calm and professional relationship with, unless the gang gets together, but that’s another story

They chat and discuss about serious topics, sometimes Tengai will join them, and they’ll have a nice and calm time spent together but that’s about all they do

They also read novels and watch those dramatic Mexican novellas, and it is normal to see them talk about them, Hari knows Spanish and has tried teaching Hojo, but his accent is poor and his pronunciation is hopeless, though Hari still tries to teach him and Hojo tries even harder to learn

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