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gumiluver · 2 months

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Prompt 20 w geto? But the after math.. like yk, when reader keeps pushing his buttons after that 🤭 fem reader plsss

I’m feeling the vibes babe, let me give it a shot!! <3

prompt 20: “Behave. You don’t want to see the punishments I have in mind for you.”

lover <3: suguru geto x afab!reader

byr/byi: the content in this fic is not suitable for individuals under the age of 18–minors will be blocked (DNI), wc: 1.1K

cw: smut, nsfw, pwp, afab!reader, handcuffs, slight degradation, manhandling, dom/sub dynamics

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You really were testing his patience.

From the second the two of you woke up until this very moment—you had been egging Suguru on just to pull away at the very last second. The long glances, the shameless touches, the coy laugh you throw at him when he lets out a frustrated groan, a visible tent starting to form through his sweats. It was all adding up on him where he could, quite literally, feel his rationality start to slowly slip through his fingers.

He doesn’t hide it either—in fact, he wants you to see what you’re doing to him. A part of him honestly hopes that when you see the dark stain of his precum fade into his sweats that you’ll finally break and bend to his will.

But of course you had…different plans, to say the least.

At first it was fun, getting pampered and dotted on by such a pretty little thing like you, his loving sweetheart. Feeling your nimble fingers play with his hair, his chest, his cock—of course it was going to drive him towards the point of breaking. Hell, a single touch from you at this point would probably get him to cum in his pants prematurely.

You knew what you were doing to him too—taunting the big beast with a supple treat, but right when he goes in for the kill you spring up, giving a lame excuse like shoko or gojo texting you about an emergency, and all he can do is watch as you flaunt your pretty ass to the other room with a small giggle and mischievous glance.

Such a tease.

Sure—he’s a patient man, but what you’re doing to him was just downright cruel. He can’t help but wonder how much longer you’ll play with your food, feeling his own composure slip every second you even look at him. And fuck—is that a new perfume you’re wearing today? It’s making his mind turn into mush; you’re making him turn into mush.

And yet again here you are, sittin’ pretty on your Sugu’s lap, straddling his toned waist as he rested his hands on your hips, gently rocking you to and fro—aching for more of your touch, for more of you.

“Fuck baby, need to fuck you,” he grunts, brows furrowed and veins bulging from his arms. He grits through his teeth, trying his best to restrain himself and his perverted desires of punishing you. Call him vindictive, but he’s just aching to give you a little taste of your own medicine—for his pleasure, of course. He smirks wickedly, a sinister thought coming to his mind as he quickly switches the position the two of you are in—figuratively and literally.

You yelp at his actions, the sudden change in demeanor making you feel as if you had whiplash. You feel Suguru press his clothed groin harder and faster against your pussy, as if he were trying to fuck you through his clothes. Times like these made him wish he had his friends six eyes ability, wanting to forever imprint the entirety of your pleasure filled body into his brain and see your energy build, and build, and build until you can’t do anything but release it—lost in your own desires.

You figured he’d caught on to your antics with the way he’s gripping your wrists tightly above your head, rendering you helpless to his mercy. Big doe eyes meet sharp primal ones, and like prey getting caught you feign innocence—playing with your food a bit more.

And he does not appreciate that one bit.

Suguru growls, diverting his gaze from your face by diving into the crook of your neck. He knows he’ll give in if he meets your gaze, ultimately a sucker for pleasing his pretty girl. Instead, he gives you gentle nips and licks that decorate your neck, and trails his lips to ghost over the shell of your ear, his daunting voice reverberating throughout your body “Behave. You don’t want to see the punishments I have in mind for you.”

And of course, you just had to tempt the beast—per usual.

“Shhh baby, I know,” he coos at you, soothing the skin on your soft ass. Red marks adorn your glowing cheeks after taking him so well, and suguru can’t help but feel a twinge of guilt when he sees you cringe.

But then again, he wasn’t quite sure if that was a cringe of pain or pleasure—considering he’s got you stuffed full of his cock as you lay pitifully on top of him, and fuck did it make all the teasing worth it.

“S-sugu, I ca-*hic*-can’t…n-no more,” you cry, taking in his sharp and deep thrusts with a whimper and cry. Your wrists are cuffed behind your back, helpless to your lovers ministrations. The hand that was soothing your red ass moves slowly to the small of your back to press you further into him and sink you deeper onto his cock. The groan he lets out is ravenous, and he snickers at your yelp when you take him to the hilt, remaining composed as he ignores your pleas for mercy.

You really didn’t think he’d react so strongly to some teasing as simple as this, but seeing your usually stoic boyfriend become so primal and unhinged was a sight so sacred that it made you yield to him.

You—his little firecracker—were finally under his demand, and he’d be damned if he let this opportunity slip from his fingers. He’ll make sure to take his time and draw out each and every one of those mind-numbing orgasms that Suguru and only Suguru can pull out of you, wanting to imprint this memory into your mind and show you just how mean your sugu baby can be.

“Oh yes you can, and you will,” he growls, giving you another sharp thrust that has you yelping and clenching your jaw. He smoothes the arch of your back, calming your poor, aching body—a sinful balance of dominance and praise that makes you willingly croon and comply.

His other hand surprises you by coming up towards the nape of your neck, grabbing a fistful of your hair, forcing you to meet his intense gaze. Your wince tells Suguru that your feigning innocence again, because what good girl would clench their pussy so tightly when they get their hair pulled like a common slut?

“You dug your grave, and now you’ll lie in it, pretty girl. Take your punishment nicely, or I promise it’ll be worse.”

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wordstome · 4 months

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YOUR König thoughts are some xgame shit oh em goodness “Aside from the fact he’s hung like a horse” YOU DID NOT. That’s disgusting. You should be ashamed. (I agree wholeheartedly)

But it got me thinking about König meeting a sniper!Reader? Cannot be a healthy dynamic but I’m a sucker for emotionally dysfunctional men.

Imagine you show up one day, butt unceremoniously into his life and introduce yourself in a way that drums up an uncomfortable tightness in his chest. He’s all too smitten and then your introduction has to go and end with ‘-and I’ll be joining the team as a resident sniper’. Those butterflies in his stomach turn into a weight on his heart.

Why you of all people? He was rejected and reassigned. His long-term aspirations snuffed out like nothing. Meanwhile, you complain about the bruising below your clavicle? Ridiculous, stupid thing you are to be so ungrateful.

Doesn’t matter if you actually aren’t whining as much as he thinks you are. From the minute he finds out what position you’re taking, everything he says and does is vindictive and downright rude. He doesn’t do it consciously and afterwards his internal monologue is just a running cycle of ‘why did I say/do that?’ Not to mention the dent in his wall from banging his head against it lmaoo

His regret doesn’t stop the impulse to make snide comments that fray your nerves. More than they already are just by being proximal to the huge man, that is. What you were experiencing at his hand was unnervingly like how he was treated was back in school. Or going through basic training with COs screaming up at him and degrading him.

It takes you finally sitting him down, the built-up exasperation at his behaviour driving you to be a lot more imposing to him that someone of your size should’ve been, for him to sort out his feelings. After acknowledging that he really had nothing against you (besides jealousy) that initial feeling of fixation returns.

A couple months of annoyance too late, if your huff of irritation was any indicator. It’ll take him awhile to get over that built-up resentment, none of which is technically your fault, but you can figure out some kind of union fwb situation? Right?

It would make such a good slow burn sobbing and rolling but that was completely unnecessary no idea where that came from. I’m so glad my cod interest and my fanfiction writing era didn’t overlap because I would be working like a dog on full-length novels about these men omg

-Dented and Recruited anon 🫡

MY FAVORITE ANON GRACES MY INBOX AGAIN...look, it's not my fault, they literally gave him a bulge. Is it just protective equipment? Probably! But you can't tell me a 6'5"-10" man doesn't have a dick to match. Come ONNNNN

*ahem* wow. Anyway . you GET IT. you GET IT! ! ! ! angel of small death was the first König drabble I ever did, and I still plan on returning to it!!! This is exactly the sort of dynamic I wanted to put in AAAAAAAAA I'm in love!! König sabotaging his damn self...yea we gotta make this man squirm. I will write these ideas for you babe but if you ever do feel a little bit of that writing era overlap coming on I will be the first in line to read what you've got stored in that brilliant brain 👀

#könig #konig #könig cod #konig cod #cod #call of duty #recruited anon #answered

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aristocratic-otter · 6 months

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Thanks to Daylight Savings Time, I'm going to manage posting tonight!

Also thanks to @aroace-genderfluid-sheep, @artsyunderstudy, @iamamythologicalcreature, @wellbelesbian, @whatevertheweather, @nightimedreamersghost, @ileadacharmedlife, @prettygoododds, and @j-nipper-95 for the tags over the last two weeks.

On to the snips!

From The Heart in The Well, my CORB:

Whoever (or whatever) these creatures are, they’re marching through the Wavering Wood bare footed.

That’s not unusual. All manner of monsters and fae folk travel these woods. Once I ran across an entire warren of lemming gnomes migrating in search of a cliff to jump off of (I didn’t help them) (I believe in being of service to folk, but helping an entire village off themselves is above and beyond what I’m willing to do).

What was unusual was the carefully folded note, left in a beam of sunlight on a tree stump in the centre of the clearing.

A paper folded into the shape of a heart.

From Saving Simon Snow

I remember smelling magic from Simon before he passed out: smoke and fire and cedar wood.

Simon’s magic, back when he had some, did smell like smoke and fire. But it was the acrid smell of smoke from an electrical fire, or the sharpness of green wood burning. This smelled like a full bodied forest fire, rich and smoky and faintly sulphurous.

It smelled like my magic.

From Snow Fox, my COTTA

The moment I enter my bedroom, I know I’m not alone.

It’s not just the flutter of white muslin curtains over a window that was closed when I went downstairs this morning. Nor even the soft susurration of breath from a second pair of lungs.

I don’t even notice those things.

No, I know I’m not alone because the moment I step into my room, the scent of magnolia blossoms envelops my senses and every muscle in my body relaxes. My eyes drift shut and my lips tilt up.

From Stars, Flowers, and Children:

So I know we’re far to young to take care of ourselves. If I were a few years older, I’d probably strike off on my own, because living with Davy is nearly unbearable. I’d try to convince Simon to come with me, but I think I’d go, even if he refused.

But I’m not a few years older. I’m twelve, and I’m afraid. I don’t know if Simon or I could survive without an adult to guide us, no matter how vindictive he is.

As it turns out though, we aren’t given a choice.

From my fic where Simon is a TikTok Dancer:

Pretty much the moment Shepard saw me on the pier today, he offered me a place on his dance crew. Told me that they had plans to make it big on TikTok. I know TikTok; I’ve been watching dancers on it for the last several weeks. It’s frustrating, because it only shows bits of a dance, but Shepard says that humans have a pitiful attention span these days, and the TikTok vids are long enough to catch their interest without boring them.

I can’t imagine how anyone could be bored watching people dance, but I’m not human, so I’ll have to take Shepard at his word.

Tagging for a later day or just saying hello:

@best--dress, @bazzybelle, @bookish-bogwitch, @carryonsimoncarryonbaz, @dragoneggos, @erzbethluna, @fatalfangirl, @facewithoutheart, @frjsti, @hushed-chorus, @ivelovedhimthroughworse, @ic3-que3n, @larkral, @moodandmist, @messofthejess, @martsonmars, @moments-au-crayon22, @mostlymaudlin, @onepintobean, @palimpsessed, @thehoneyedhufflepuff, @theearlgreymage, @tea-brigade, @upuntil6am, @whogaveyoupermission, and @you-remind-me-of-the-babe

#co/ws/awtwb #six sentence sunday #snowbaz #simon snow series #carry on through the ages #cotta 2023 #carry on reverse bang #blue lagoon au #tiktok dancer Simon #watford era #canon divergent au #forced marriage #american revolution au

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hellcat8908 · 10 months

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Taken: Part Four (Finale) Cassian x Reader

"Once Azriel is done we'll meet at the house of wind to go over everything." Rhys says before stepping into the room with Azriel and Merikh. Cassian keeps an arm around you as you leave the prison and head to the house of wind. Once you arrive you follow Cass to his room. Once the door is shut you brace yourself, expecting him to be angry for not telling him. He sits on his bed pulling you into his lap as he holds you. "Talk to me." He says softly. "Where should I even begin," you let out with a sigh. "No" He says stopping you, "just talk to me like you did before all of this. Please." He says quietly. You lift your head and carefully let his hair down, sliding the tie on your wrist. You start running your fingers through his hair, gently massaging his scalp. "I've always loved when you're hair is down." You feel him let out a small laugh, "why's that babe?" He asks. "Because it means you're home and are finally mine." You tell him feeling silly for thinking that. "Babe, I'm always yours." He says before kissing you softly. You return his kiss, "I know but when you're hair is down you're not the serious general, you're my goofy mate who I fell in love with."

He gets a devious look in his eye before saying "well allow me." Before you can react his hands are on your sides tickling you as fight to get him to stop. He tickles you more as you threaten to get revenge. He finally stops when you hear a knock at the door followed by Rhys saying, "my office in 5 minutes." You put Cassian's hair back up in a bun before Cassian kisses you and helps you up. You follow him towards Rhys's office noting Azriel and Rhys sitting down at the table. You sit next to Cass as you join the others. Once your seated Azriel hands the dagger back to you, you set it aside as Rhys studies you. You clear your throat, "guess it's time for me to explain."

Cassian places his hand on your leg and gives you a reassuring squeeze. "My mom had left my dad when I was a child and he disowned me because of it. It wasn't until I started seeing Cass that he reached out to me claiming he wanted to mend our relationship and make up for lost time. My mother had told me how vindictive and manipulative he was so I never truly trusted him. He invited me to visit and showed me stuff from the family, which is how I knew of the dagger." Rhys and Azriel study you as you tell give them an explanation. "He would always circle back around to questions about Cassian, he was always careful not to ask directly about anyone else. Once he realized I wouldn't give him anything useful he stopped trying to talk to me. I didn't realize he would go this far though, and for that I am sorry."

You wait anxiously for Rhys or Azriel to say something, not quite sure what to expect. "You knew your father had sent them once Merikh had pulled out the dagger." Rhys asks you. "Yes, I knew when I saw it." Azriel asks, "Why didn't you say something before you saw him?" Cassian's grip tightens on your leg, "Az." He says in a warning tone. You gently touch his shoulder. "Cass, it's ok." You say softly before turning your attention to Azriel, "I didn't say anything because I knew you would interrogate him, once I realized you hadn't known the connection I knew I had to tell you." Azriel seems content with your answer as he relaxes back in the chair. Rhys turns his attention to you, "You do realize we'll have to bring your father in for interrogation and then decide his fate?" You smile, "yes, I understand and trust me whatever you decide will have no bearing on our friendship, he has never been considered part of my family." Rhys gives you a nod, "by the way, you are one tough woman to handle everything Merikh did to you, although it's obvious you might be spending too much time with Cass." He teases. You blush a little and thank him for the compliment, before looking at you're mate and giving him a genuine smile.

A while later you're finally home and soaking in a hot bubble bath. The tension finally releasing from you're body as the hot water soothes your achy muscles. "Well someone looks thoroughly relaxed." Cass says as he steps into the room. You smile as he starts taking off his clothes. Once he's naked, he sinks into the tub behind you, pulling you into his chest. You relax into him as he starts washing your hair, gently massaging your scalp as his expert hands turn you to mush. You close your eyes, "Cass, you're going to spoil me if you keep being this good to me." He chuckles, "you deserve to be spoiled, my love." He carefully tilts your head back and rinses your hair. He trails kisses across your shoulder, nibbling up to your ear. He whispers sweet nothings in your ear before getting out and grabbing a towel. He helps dry you off before telling you to sit at your vanity. He picks up your brush and gently brushes your hair carefully, working through the tangles. Once your hair is brushed through, He brings you your favorite pj's before getting dressed in knit pants. He carries you to bed and tucks you into his side, wrapping his wings around you. As you rest your head on his chest, your eyes get heavy. You kiss goodnight, and soon you're sound asleep in his arms as he gently rubs your back.

#acotar #fanfic #batboys #acotar fic #acotar fanfic #sarah j maas #cassian x reader #cassian x y/n

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sankta-starkova · 9 months

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LETTERMAN

007; homecoming

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summary: the one where ej and andy reunite after years when they're cast as love interests, finally rekindling their friendship and maybe getting something else out of it as well

wordcount: 1.7k

It had been a week or two and now it was time for homecoming, something Andy wasn't the biggest fan of. Not only did she feel that it was the most cliche thing but also she didn't have a date. And that was kind of embarrassing.

"Come on. I'm just saying, this is your chance," Big Red explained as they walked through the halls.

He was trying to convince the two of them to shoot their shot. It was easy for him to say with absolutely nothing to lose.

"The last thing I'm gonna do is ask Nini to homecoming on the day of the dance," Ricky said.

"But she's single and ready to mingle, and you should try it out with EJ now that's hes all lonely " Big Red exclaimed.

"Never say that again," she scrunched her nose up, "-and no, just because me and EJ are on better terms now doesn't mean I'm going to ask him out,"

"Yeah, and anyway, Nini hard-core friend zoned me," Ricky said, walking away and leaving Big Red behind.

Later that night she got to school, Ricky had driven her and Big Red, she told Mr Mazzara her name and he gave her the tickets to table ten with the theatre kids.

Andy was wearing a long red dress, one that her sister had leant her from her homecoming, and her hair in a nice casual updo.

She was nervous. She had never really gone to many school dancing before and even though Big Red and Ricky were here with her, she was still feeling anxious.

The three of them walked in and Ashlyn got up, waving them of them over. They sat down at the table, Andy starting to chat away with Ashlyn before seeing EJ walk in, Gina on his arm.

He looked over at her, staring at the red dress she had on and for a second, his heart skipped a beat before he turned away.

Andy froze. She hated the way that EJ made her feel. She was so conflicted over the situation, over her feelings for him.

She groaned, placing her head on the table, "I'm gonna throw up in my mouth," she said, Ashlyn chuckling

"Excuse us, are these seats taken?" Gina asked, walking over and still holding onto EJ.

Everyone looked awkward, "Sure," Andy said, putting on a fake smile.

She didn't know why it was so difficult for her to see EJ and Gina together, it was probably just jealousy but she hated the feeling.

Everyone talked for a while, EJ looking over at Andy as he thought about everything. He couldn't help thinking about how maybe he should have come with her instead.

But he was cut out of his thoughts by Gina holding his hand, leaning her head on his shoulder.

"He'll show up okay? Maybe he just hit traffic," Andy said to Carlos as he explained that Seb wasn't here yet and they were dates.

"We live in Salt Lake City. There hasn't been traffic since the 2002 winter Olympics," He explained.

"Don't assume Seb stood you up, okay. Maybe he was just in a farming accident," Ashlyn suggested, trying to comfort him but failing.

"Yeah, cause that's better Ash," she said sarcastically, not understanding why she'd say that.

"Could you get me some punch, babe?" Gina asked and EJ nodded, looking awkward as he walked away

"Could you get me some punch babe? Ugh!" Andy impersonated, Ashlyn laughing at her best friends reaction, "I love Gina and all, really, but what the hell is she doing?"

She didn't think the situation could get anymore awkward but then Ricky slid over to the seat next to Gina and she knew that it wasn't going to go well.

"Hey, not to intrude but you can do better than EJ. That guy is bad news," he explained.

"Youre not exactly one to give relationship advice, and when I want your opinion, I'll ask," Gina bit back, not having any of Rickys vindictiveness.

Ricky scoffed. She didn't know what had gotten into him and why he felt like he had the right to say any of that.

"Well I'm giving it anyway cause I thought you were classier than this, but hey, maybe you really are what people say you are," Ricky said.

Everyone else on the table went silent after Rickys comment and even Gina froze up, unsure of what to say. It was incredibly mean of him to say something like that and they were all thinking that.

"And that is?" Gina questioned, Andy knowing this wasn't going to end well.

"Ricky," Andy and Big Red said at the same time, trying to stop him before he dug himself an even bigger grave.

"Just a little too ambitious for your own good, or anyone else's," Ricky said and Gina walked off, a hurt expression on her face.

Later, Big Red and Andy stood with Ricky away from the others, telling him off for saying all those things to Gina.

"That was mad harsh dude, you owe her an apology," Big Red explained, Andy nodding in agreement.

He scoffed, "She showed up to the dance with my exs ex, whats that about?" He asked, still trying to defend himself.

"Maybe it's not about you at all. I'm friends with EJ but you don't see me being a bitch to Gina for it. People are allowed to go out with whoever they want to," Andy explained.

Ricky sighed, realising what he had done, "Can we just get out of here?" Ricky suggested.

"Now? Dude, we're at homecoming. You should be finding eligible hunnies for me to dance with," Big Red said.

He wanted to lighten the mood but Ricky had kind of ruined it by his rude comments and pessimistic attitude.

"Hold that thought. Drama, two o'clock,' Ricky said and they all looked to see EJ and Gina bickering by the punch bowl.

"Whats wrong with you EJ?" Big Red said in Gina's voice, trying to read their lips.

"I'm just so intimidated by Big Red as he hangs out with Andy who looks so hot," he said in a deep voice, impersonating EJ.

Andy smacked him on the arm with a laugh, he always knew how to cheer her up, before Gina threw punch over EJs head.

EJ walked the other way. "Go follow him, you could get something out of this," Big Red said pushing her towards EJ.

She didn't know what her friend wanted her to do but she agreed, this was her opportunity to have a conversation with him.

She sighed, following him over, "You need to stop getting your shirts dirty, I seem to think you do it on purpose," she said and EJ turned around.

"Maybe that's been my plan all along," he said with a chuckle.

"Come here," she said, pulling out a handkerchief from her bag, ignoring his comments about her being an elderly woman.

She ran it through his hair, "You are ruining time and money to make this hair work," he said and she rolled her eyes.

"Sorry, but its not like your new girlfriend seems to care," she said as she dried his shirt.

"First of all, I think I can dry my own shirt. Second of all, Gina is not my girlfriend," he said, pulling away from her.

Her face lit up in embarrassment. Why did she do that? There was this self loathing that started at the sound of his words.

"Fine," she said, handing him the handkerchief which was now wet with punch, "But you don't call random girls babe,'

"What are you talking about babe," EJ said sarcastically but didn't receive a laugh, "She thought it would make Nini jealous," he admitted.

It all made sense and she nodded her head, apologising before they walkes back out to see Carlos slow dancing with Seb.

"You want to dance?" EJ asked and she turned to him, not understanding what he was saying.

"With me?" She questioned and he chuckled.

It seemed like a stretch. She would never have ever imagined him wanting to dance with her.

"Sure, both of us seem to be alone. Seems a shame to waste the dance," he said and she blushed.

He held his hand out, her taking it before he pulled her in, the two swaying as his hands rested on her hips and hers around his neck.

"I never really got to thank you, for being such a great friend after Nini broke up with me," EJ said and she looked up, smiling at him.

"What are friends for," Andy replied with a smile, thinking over everything.

He was so close to her that she could feel his breath against hers and could see the fine details of his eyes; she could get lost in them for days.

"The nights almost up, you want a ride home?" He offered and she didn't know what had gotten into him to be so nice to her.

"Its fine, Viv said she'd pick me up," she explained, trying not to seem weird.

"No need. This is boring anyway, we'll drive home, get food on the way. Just like the good old days," he explained.

She had missed him. She had missed having fun with hum and not caring abut anything else.

She blushed slightly, "In the good old days, you didn't have a car," she said.

He laughed, dipping her slightly at the song. She looked up at him, the two of them laughing.

She could feel her stomach fluttering at the action. There was something so intimate about the moment and it broke her heart that she couldn't have him like she wanted.

"Fine, but you're paying," she said, the two heading out of the party after saying goodbye to everyone.

He drives her back after food, the two waiting in his car before either make the move to leave.

"Thanks," Andy said and he looked over at her with a smile, "For the dance and the food and the ride home,"

"Any time, and thanks for helping me out the last few weeks," he said and she smiled.

She opened the door, stepping out and walking to the house. She knocked and Viv opened the door, grinning cheekily at her sister.

Andy turned back and flashed a thankful smile at EJ, who had stayed put to make sure she got in safely. He smiled back, heart dropping slightly as he realised he may have some sort of feelings towards her.

#ej caswell fanfiction #ej caswell x oc #letterman; ej caswell #ej caswell x reader #ej caswell #matt cornett #hsmtmts fanfiction #hsmtmts fanfic #hsm the musical #hsm the series #hsmtmts #high school musical #high school musical the musical the series fanfiction #high school musical the musical the series

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redgoldblue · 1 year

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For the WiP game, your choice of Relentless as the Rain or ‘accidental (?) groping’ please

my choice is... both! you get a fic! and you get a fic! and. well there's only two fics.

Relentless As The Rain

this one, as I believe I've mentioned in a previous post, is happening... slowly.... bc it's so much angst, which should become immediately apparent upon my summarising the premise: Hutch's parents die and he has to go back to Minnesota (with Starsky) to deal with the estate. He does not have a fun time of it. Starsky gets to learn about the childhood abuse he's only ever known the vague outlines of.

“I never liked going to church.”

Starsky looks up. Hutch is standing over a pile of books, and when Starsky steps to his side, he sees they’re religious ones. A couple different Bibles, an Illustrated Tales of the New Testament, a scribbled-in workbook that’s fallen open but looks to be from Sunday School.

“You still know all those-” he waves a hand at the books, placing the other on Hutch’s arm almost without thinking. “All those stories, and hymns and things, though.”

“Well, I still had to go. Didn’t have a choice.” He pauses, then amends, “Actually, I think I did like it when I was very young. When all they tell you is the sunshine and butterflies and rainbows part. When they get you to name all the pretty animals on Noah’s Ark, and handwave the bit where the almighty Father turned on everyone he’d claimed to love, killed them all because they’d dared to talk back. To question him, to enjoy themselves.” He looks down at his hands as he adds quietly, “Because a man had dared to cross natural boundaries, and to love another man.”

“Hey,” Starsky says, tapping Hutch’s arm and waiting until he looks up. “I was taught Noah too. And Sodom and Gomorrah. I was never told it was for that.”

Hutch raises doubtful eyebrows, and Starsky shrugs. “Sodomy might’ve been mentioned in passing. But it was never about questioning, or enjoyment. It was actual wickedness. Assault, xenophobia, torture, abuse of the poor. The infliction of suffering for suffering’s sake. Not something that makes it right that every person on Earth be killed because someone was having a vindictive day, but things that- deserve to be punished.”

“I think I prefer your version.”

accidental (?) groping

so this may very well never eventuate in any completed way but. the opening popped fully formed in my head while I was walking through a paddock looking for cultural trees (work. it's not just what i do for fun) and then more came when I wrote that part down so. it also might eventuate! remains to be seen. Hutch gets Starsky's wallet to pay for lunch. said wallet happens to be in Starsky's back jeans pocket. see title.

"It-“ Hutch says, then reconsiders and pays the hotdog guy, walking a safe distance away before he continues in a low voice, “You’re not wearing underwear.”

Starsky’s eyes sparkle mischievously. “You think I can fit anything more under these jeans, cowboy? Anyway, what were you doing looking?”

“I didn’t look, I felt,” Hutch hisses, then promptly realises that’s worse.

“So?”

“You- I-“ Hutch makes a gesture that he has a feeling comes out more obscene than he might have liked, judging by the way Starsky half-chuckles.

“If I didn’t want you to touch my ass, babe, I wouldn’t have told you to touch my ass,” he replies, then wanders off towards the Torino like it was a completely normal thing to say.

send me a wip name and i’ll tell you things about it/present a snippet! show and tell!

#Starsky & Hutch #Starsky and Hutch #french kissing primetime homos #my writing #mine #actingcamplibrarian

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mammonshuman92 · 3 years

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- It Takes Two -

(Mammon x GN!MC)

Genre: angst/hurt/comfort

WARNINGS: alcohol, drunkenness, cheating, **

** There is a moment where a character is drunk, and someone makes moves on them, character is too drunk to realize it’s not who they thought it was. Groping and making out, no penetration; character doesn’t consider is SA. I apologize if it is offensive.

Ya better hurry up, or we’re gonna be late!” Mammon was pulling you by the hand down the hallway to your first class of the day.

“I wasn’t the one who overslept because they kept saying “just lay with me for 5 more minutes.”“ You said, giving your best impression of him.

You’d become best friends rather quickly after your arrival in the Devildom, practically becoming attached at the hip instantly. It didn’t take long for that light, warm feeling to invade your heart. Now you’d been dating for a few months and had become even more inseparable.

“Details, details!” He responded, laughing.

The two of you came barreling through the door with only seconds to spare before the bell rang; hand-in-hand, laughing like fools.

You took your seats across the room from each other, being the professors current punishment for Mammon talking to you during class.

As you sat down you felt eyes on you and looked up.

A few succubi were not so casually looking at you and whispering.

It wasn’t uncommon though. I mean, you are a human in the Devildom. You also live with the 7 rulers of the underworld. You’d gotten quite used to people whispering about you. You decided to ignore them, and pay attention to class. Whatever they were whispering about was surely nothing you hadn’t already heard circulating throughout the gossip mill.

Throughout the day, you noticed the same group of succubi whispering and giving you looks. They even giggled a couple times. You tried your best to keep your cool, but it had been going on all day and it was really getting under your skin.

What is so damn funny? You thought to yourself.

The final bell rang and you couldn’t be happier. Now you got to put the day behind you and go home with Mammon. Tonight is movie night. Cuddling and eating junk food is just what you need after a day like today.

You rushed to the usual spot where you meet Mammon. Seeing his face would definitely make you feel better right now, but he wasn’t there yet.

He must have gotten hung up in class or something.

You leaned against the wall, pulled out your D.D.D. and started surfing Deviltube to pass the time. You were so engrossed in your video that you barely noticed that same group of succubi walk past.

Until they made sure you noticed them, that is.

One girl bumped into you on purpose, sending your D.D.D. to the concrete, via crash-landing.

“Stupid human.” She sneered.

You rolled your eyes and bent down to pick up your D.D.D. It’s nothing you haven’t heard, quite a bit actually, since coming to the Devildom. She’d have to try a lot harder than that.

When you stood back up, the succubus in question was standing in front of you, arms crossed with a smug grin.

“Do you think you’re special?” She asked, looking you up and down. You didn’t respond and resumed your scrolling through Deviltube. Ignoring her made her mad.

“As soon as he gets tired of you, he’ll move on to the next one.”

Excuse me?

“I don’t think MY relationship is any of your concern.” You said sweetly, slapping on your best fake smile. You looked around them, desperate to see Mammon walking up, but he wasn’t there.

Where is he?

She was practically laughing in your face.

“He made me feel special too.” Her words, full of venom as they left her lips, triggered something in your brain.

Flashbacks of your first day in the Devildom came rushing back. Specifically what Satan had said after Mammon made his grand entrance.

“Whenever he takes a liking to someone, they suddenly find themselves awash in money. But from what I hear, if he decides to break it off with someone, that wealth evaporates. They’re left without a Grimm to their name.”

The memory made your chest feel heavy.

Could that pertain to people as well? They said a pure soul is like a shiny gem. What if..

“Everything he’s said to you, he probably already said to me.” She spat.

Your head was spinning, a knot forming in your throat. Her earlier words replaying in your mind.

“As soon as he gets tired of you, he’ll move on to the next one.”

What if..? No.. He wouldn’t do that...would he?

You quickly got so lost in thought as anxiety started to take root, plaguing you with ‘what ifs’ and hypotheticals, that you almost didn’t notice when someone stepped between you and the succubus. Putting a hand on either side of your face, he tilted your head up to look at him. Irises the color of tropical waters, instantly melt away your anxiety, calming the angry sea inside you.

“Let’s go home.” He whispered with a smile. His voice was soft, but you could see the anger in his eyes. He slung an arm around your shoulders and turned to start walking toward the House of Lamentation.

“We weren’t done talking.” She said vindictively.

“Don’t ya have anythin’ better to do?” Mammon snarled, glaring at the succubus.

She scoffed and rolled her eyes, leaving with her friends.

By the immense tension you could feel between them, you could tell that they had indeed been together at some point.

The walk home was quiet, which left you with ample time for your thoughts to run wild.

Did she know him like you do? His little habits and his favorite things?

Did she stick up for him when his brothers were dogging on him? Or afterward when he was down, did she try her best to drown out their hateful words with affirmations of love?

Did she play with his hair while he laid on her stomach, arms wrapped tight around her middle after he loved her? Hold her in his lap as he rubbed soothing circles on her back when she was sad? Whisper sweet nothings to her when he thought she was asleep?

...Did he love her?

“Whoa! Did ya see that, MC?!”

The two of you were curled up on the couch in Mammon’s room, watching a movie on his projector, just like you did every week.

Did they do movie night?

It shouldn’t be bothering you. Of course he’s had other partners. He’s been alive for thousands of years.

And you’ve had other partners. So what? No biggie. That wasn’t the issue.

The thought of him saying the same things, doing the same things with someone else...loving someone else, is what bothered you. It hurt to think that maybe you really weren’t that special; another weak, insignificant human, just like all the rest.

But the things she said kept playing on a loop in your head.

“As soon as he gets tired of you, he’ll move on to the next one.”

“He made me feel special too.”

Could she be right?

“Babe, are ya okay?” He had paused the movie and was now staring at you expectantly.

“Hmm? Oh, yeah I’m fine.” He saw through it quickly.

“Ya know, you’re not good at lyin’. What’s wrong? If ya don’t like the movie we can watch someth-”

“That girl earlier, at RAD? Is she your ex?” You didn’t want to bring it up, but you had to know before your thoughts could torment you further.

His face fell and he sighed heavily. “I was wonderin’ when you were gonna say somethin’..”

You remained quiet, watching his face, waiting for him to begin talking.

“We were together a long, long, time ago. Nothin’ serious. I broke it off when I realized she was only around for what she could get outta me. She didn’t take it too well.” He explained, his expression turning sour. “She had a different story, huh?”

“She didn’t say much really, except once you get tired of me you’ll move onto the next one. That I’m nothing special because everything you say to me you’ve probably said to her.” You said, keeping your eyes down as you fidget with the hem on your shirt.

He started laughing.

Your head snapped up, looking at him in shock.

“What’s so funny, Mammon?” You asked, getting a little irritated by his reaction. He stopped laughing when he looked at you and realized you were serious.

“Ya don’t actually believe her, do ya?” He scoffed, getting offended.

“No? I don’t know..” You replied, not meeting his gaze. Of course you wanted to believe him, but you already felt like you weren’t good enough for him, and that succubi’s words just watered the seeds of insecurity in your brain and helped them flourish.

You had always been the opposite of his brothers. You always believed Mammon, even when everyone else was against him. You were always on his side. Ready to stick up for him no matter what. To hear you now, was like a slap in the face.

Mammon’s face distorted in pain. And anger.

“What? Whaddya mean ya don’t know?” His voice was soft, “Ya don’t trust me?” He asked, meeting your gaze.

“Mammon, that’s-”

He shook his head. “No, I get it. A few bitter words from some random demon and now my words mean nothin’. “ He jumped up from the couch, making a beeline for the door.

“What about the last few months, huh? After all the time we spent together you think I’d do somethin’ like that to ya?” His voice cracked on the last sentence. He paused; hand on the knob as he stared at the door. You heard a small sniffle as his other hand came up to angrily wipe his face.

“I thought ya knew me better than anyone.” His voice was barely audible, but you could hear the hurt. He felt betrayed.

And with that he left, slamming the door behind him.

When he didn’t come back after an hour and wouldn’t answer your calls, you grabbed a few things and headed to your room. You still felt uneasy about the whole “his ex confronting you” thing and after what had just happened, you just wanted to be alone.

Your bed seemed huge and your room felt odd. It’s not like you didn’t spend time in there anymore, you just didn’t usually do so alone. The silence was deafening.

I shouldn't have doubted him. He used to try and hide his feelings, although he was bad at it. But since we got together, he doesn’t hide how he feels about us to anyone.

You thought of all the times his cheeks had flushed scarlet when you caught him staring at you. How he sits and endures scary movies because they’re your favorite. The way he will randomly bring you your favorite snacks or other little gifts because he was thinking about you. Relentlessly tickling you just to hear your bright, uninhibited laughter. That even in his sleep, he has to be constantly touching some part of you, or he gets restless.

You slowly drifted off to sleep, with tears staining your cheeks.

“Have you seen Mammon?”

He never came looking for you last night and he wasn’t at breakfast. He even skipped RAD.

Asmo shook his head, “Not since yesterday. Did something happen?”

You decided to fill him in with all the details. He is the Avatar of Lust after all, so surely he could give you some advice regarding love.

He gasped dramatically, “No she didn’t! What a tart!”

“I know I shouldn’t have doubted him. He’s never given me a reason to, but I don’t know. She just got in my head, I guess. Poked at some insecurities.” You explained. “I haven’t seen him since he stormed off.”

“He won’t pout for long, he never does.”

“It’s more than just pouting. I hurt him just like everyone else. He feels betrayed.” You said, voice small.

You just wanted to pepper his face with kisses and profusely apologize for ever doubting him. Why did you ever let some random succubus get to you like that? To make your trust for Mammon falter, even slightly. Did you honestly believe he would toss you aside after he got what he could out of you? Really?

Satan said it too though, in the beginning. That when you’re with him you find yourself drowning in gifts and the like, but once he outgrows you, you’re left with nothing. That’s the Greed.

You refuse to accept it though.

You know Mammon, better than anyone. He has changed so much since you came here. He’s not the same demon he used to be. He is more than just his sin.

“When he is ready, he’ll come back. He always does.” Asmo said, placing a hand on your shoulder, giving you a warm smile.

“Now, let’s go and change! You are depressing me and it’s ruining my skin. We are going out tonight!” He was practically vibrating with excitement. You, not so much.

“Ugh, no way Asmo. I’m not in a party mood.”

“Nonsense! It’s exactly what you need. We will have some drinks and dance and you’ll feel better. You’ll see.”

You relented, knowing that once Asmo got his mind set on something like this, there was no getting out of it. Maybe a few drinks really would make you feel better.

“Trouble in paradise?” She said, motioning to the drink in his hand.

His clothes were dishevelled, his hair mussed, eyes red-rimmed and puffy. He looked like he’d been through the wringer. Felt like it too. He’d been in the private lounge at the club for a little while now, nursing drink after drink, attempting to drown his sorrows.

“Go away.” He growled, turning his attention back to his drink.

“Is that anyway to greet an old friend?” She asked innocently.

“Nah, but it is a good way to greet a snake.”

“Ouch.” She put a hand over her heart, feigning hurt feelings.

“Haven’t ya caused enough problems? Leave me alone.”

She scoffed, plopping down onto the couch next to him. “Oh, come on Mammon. You’re this hung up over a human?”

“Don’t talk about MC.” He snarled. In one big gulp, he swallowed the remainder of his drink. No matter what kind of situation the two of you were in, he wouldn’t let someone, anyone, say anything cross about you. At all.

“Oh, come on. You can’t seriously say you don’t miss being with me. A demon.” She leaned in close, her lips next to his ear, “Not nearly as fragile as a human. You can be as rough as you want..” She purred.

He jumped up from where he’d been sitting, attempting to get away from the succubus. “Get the fuc- Whoa.” He slurred, staggering slightly before quickly sitting back down, head lolling back to rest on the back of the couch. His vision was pretty blurry; the room spinning. He closed his eyes, hoping it’d help.

Even in his deeply inebriated state, you were all that was on his mind. The feel of your hand running through his hair, lightly scratching at his scalp. The warmth of your body pressed against his, your lips; soft and delicate like rose petals, leaving small kisses across his face before finally meeting his lips. The bubbly sound of your laughter, beautiful like music. The way your eyes shine every time you see him, even if he only left your side for a tiny moment.

After the fight you had and leaving the way he did, and now being away from you a whole day, not hearing your voice, feeling your touch, he was ready to go crazy. And although he did sneak back into the house after he was sure everyone was asleep, and slept in the backseat of his car so no one would find him, it wasn’t the same as sleeping next to you. He missed you.

But, it was more than that. He felt so incredibly stupid for reacting the way he had. If he were in your situation, and felt how you did, he would’ve had questions too. You love him, and all you wanted was a little reassurance that he in fact does love you. Man, does he love you. More than he’s ever loved anyone or anything.

With the attention span of a tuna sandwich, mixed with the levels of alcohol in his system, and being so deep in his thoughts of you, he hadn’t noticed the sudden shift of weight in his lap.

One hand found its way to the back of his head, fingers tangling in his hair. The other hand resting on his chest, slowly moving down his stomach, intently feeling every muscle. His mouth opened slightly, a breathy sigh escaping. He had missed you so much, your touch lighting his skin ablaze, craving you more and more.

Your hand moved lower, earnestly caressing his growing stiffness. Your lips crashed into his suddenly; hungrily, your tongue brushing his bottom lip. His hands moved up your thighs before firmly gripping your hips, grinding you against him.

Small alarm bells were going off in his head, something didn’t seem right. You didn’t giggle like you always do when he grabs your hips. Your kisses seemed sloppier than usual too.

He tried opening his eyes, blinking lazily several times. The room was still swirling around in his drunkenness, making it nearly impossible to focus.

Your hand moved to his pants, undoing the button and zipper. He removed a hand from your hip and grabbed your wrist, but didn’t attempt to move your hand from his swollen boxers. As he was about to break the kiss and suggest heading home and picking up with this make up where you left off, he heard a voice nearby.

“What the hell?!” They shrieked.

Asmo?

“Mammon..?” You barely choked out.

That was your voice. He’d recognize it anywhere; the musical sound gently floating into his ears as it always did. But you sounded like you were crying..

And it didn’t come from the figure straddling his lap. How is that possible? He’s been making out with you, getting pretty heated actually, for the last several minutes.

He broke the kiss with you, confusedly turning to his left and blinking several times until his surroundings started to come into focus.

There you stood in the doorway of the private lounge with Asmo next to you, your eyes wide as s tears streamed down your cheeks, gaping at him in horror.

The alarm bells that had been going off, the red flags popping up trying to warn him that something wasn’t quite right, were about to become very clear.

- part two coming soon! -

#obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me angst #obey me mammon #mammon x reader #mammon x mc #mammon x you #mammon x gn!reader #mammon x gn #trigger warning #tw

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flashflashhundredyarddash · 3 years

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flashfam and birdflash because im WEAKKK

so barry and iris take wally in because rudy is a FUCKING PIECE OF SHIT

lets imagine this happens early teens or so

wally never even comes out to his dad because he just. Knows exactly what his parents would think

he kind of. subtly tried to bring it up with his mom but she made her opinion Pretty Damn Clear so wally is like great this is awesome

as a result of both the superspeed + switching cities + adhd wally has practically 0 friends growing up which really concerns barry and iris

so barry is like, babe, i have a fantastic idea, im going to set up a playdate with batmans kid

and iris is like I GUESS

(also the way wally behaves in a relationship is 100% modeled after barry and iris because they literally have the perfect relationship. see exhibit a) babe as a pet name)

((this is also probably why hes a little upset when he finds out about barry and hal because its like. you think you understand your parents and then they hit you with this massive bombshell that kind of forces you to change your whole perception of them? and even though nobodys done anything wrong its still really upsetting? and maybe if wally had known earlier that barry was bi wally wouldnt have been so fucking stressed out about coming out?))

anyways. robin and kid flash playdate. a meeting for the ages.

wally gets a crush like. right away but doesnt realize so he oscillates WILDLY between being REALLY nice to robin and also being kind of fucking mean lol wally was very much pulling robins pigtails

like one day wally shares half his ants on a log that iris made him with robin and then the next he puts gum in robins hair and robin cries while alfred cuts it out

robin is like UGH kid flash is SO MEAN and bruce is like you dont have to hang out with him and robin is like NO IM GONNA

wally gets out of the mean phase quickly though lol

barry and iris realize right away its a crush and are like aw cute but then it... doesnt go away... ever...

so then they go REALLY hard on the PFLAG thing and keep like brochures and pride flags EVERYWHERE which actually does make wally a lot more comfortable

when wally comes out they all cry lol

wally calls barry and iris uncle and aunt but when hes much older he switches between aunt/uncle and mom and dad

anyways when dick leaves bruce/is fired/complicated feeling stuff dick spends most of his time at titans tower BUT also spends a significant amount of time at barry and iris' place

because the westallen household is adhd central, dick actually learns a lot of tips for dealing with his own adhd from them

dick is trying to Figure out his place in the world so he actually gets really into the journalism scene for a while because of both iris and clark

iris: hi this is my nephew, dick, hes my intern :)

clark: no, this is MY nephew, hes MY intern :)

lois bugs bunny meme: OUR nephew-intern

wally Does Not get it at all bcus he is 100% a STEM kid but hes still like i support you babe :^)

barry and iris LOVE dick. dick doesnt really open up about his situation but they kind of get the gist so barry is like. really annoyed with batman whenever they have to work together

iris writes a very scathing series of articles about the batman of gotham and dick is very vindictively pleased

dick actually finds out about hal and barry first bcus he comes downstairs and theyre making out on the couch and and dick is like UHHHH and halbarry are like UHHHHHHHH and dick is like I AM CALLING IRIS RIGHT FUCKING NOW and halbarry are like NO ITS COOL

iris is like. Mom supreme. dick for the past decade has had like no mother figures (selina doesnt really count because her and bruce are messyyyyy) so he both really wants iris's affection and also gets really overwhelmed by it

also barry. like, isnt emotionally constipated? wally tells dick that the west allens have weekly dinners where they talk about whats up with them and their feelings and dick is like aw thats cute and then wally is like dick u should join us and dick is like WAIT NO THATS NOT WHAT I MEANT

so dick is now required to be at family dinners once a month and talk about his feelings which is both exhausting and liberating

barry cries at the wedding and iris is like I Am Not Crying How Dare You Imply That I Am.

bruce and iris. the most begrudging in-laws. everytime bruce sees iris hes immediately reminded of the phrase "The Batman is a violent, depressed loner who gets his thrills by beating up homeless people and drug addicts." and its like jesus fucking christ iris way to gut the man

iris 100% uses the fact that shes dick graysons mother-in-law aunt-in-law to get sources. its a dog-eat-dog world out there, kid.

dick adores the twins bcus he loves babies

wally gets SO annoyed by bart its very funny to dick. wally and dick both grew up as only children but dick has had more time to adjust to having siblings so hes much more fond of bart than wally initially is

#birdflash #y am i like this? u ask #wally west #dick grayson #barry allen #iris west #dc #the burd squawks #long post #halbarry #westallen

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drarrily-we-row-along · 3 years

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Day 5: Possessiveness

Draco had a lot of toxic traits, or so he'd been told. He'd dated enough men in the past five years to know that not much of his personality was what people were looking for in an ideal partner.

Two months ago, he had started dating Harry Potter. Yes. The Harry Potter. And he was quite determined to put all of the information about the unappealing parts of himself that he'd garnered from previous partners to good use. Harry was the best thing that had ever happened to him and he wasn't going to mess it up, thank you very much.

This was how he found himself, on his twenty-fourth birthday, telling his boyfriend that it was fine for him to miss his dinner party.

"Babe, I'm really sorry," Harry murmured, running his hand through his hair. "I know tonight is important-"

"Stop," Draco said, turning from the mirror he was using to watch himself finish his skin care routine, and leaning in to press a kiss to Harry's nose. "I can only be so gracious about it," he added.

Harry huffed a laugh.

"Just go," Draco said. "I know it's important."

"I could quit," Harry offered for the third time and something about that thought made the corner of Draco's lips turn up. "Sometimes I think this whole working for the Ministry thing isn't working out anyway."

"Go," Draco said, swatting him lightly with his towel. "It's okay."

"It's not," Harry replied.

It wasn't. His boyfriend missing his birthday dinner really sucked and Draco honestly felt quite bitter about it but Harry would never need to know that. "Go," he said again. "Then you can come back."

He felt quite proud that at this moment, he was keeping several of his toxic traits to himself. He'd kept the neediness at bay, kept the whinging at bay, kept the bitchiness at bay, and kept the possessiveness at bay.

Harry leaned in and gave him a kiss, wrapping his arms around Draco's waist, "What have I possibly done to deserve you?" he asked, and he said it so sincerely that Draco couldn't help but believe that he meant it even though there was no logical reason for him to. "I'll try to get back soon."

"What more could I ask for?" Draco asked, even as every part of him want to demand, and argue, and beg that Harry stay with him.

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"A good deal, I'd imagine," Harry said wryly. "I know my work is a lot-"

"Yes," Draco agreed, "But you were very upfront about it when we started dating. It's not as though I didn't know something like this could happen."

Harry pressed a kiss to his forehead, "You're an angel. I will see you as soon as I possibly can slip away from this stupid function."

He gave him a little smile, "Best be on your way savior," he murmured.

With one last kiss Harry stepped into the fireplace and flooed to the ministry.

Draco counted to five before he let the displeasure he was feeling show on his face. He slumped back over to the mirror to look at himself. He was only able to wallow in self pity for a few minutes before there was a knock at the door.

He smoothed his features, you never could be sure who would come knocking at Harry's bedroom door in grimmauld place, it seemed like there was no end to the number of friends who simply made themselves at home here. "Come in," he called, keeping his voice chipper.

"Everyone decent?" Pansy said as she opened the door, carrying two flutes of champagne with her.

"It's just me," Draco replied, trying not to sound forlorn.

"Oh good," Pansy replied, nudging the door closed behind her and plopping down on the sofa. "And here I thought I was going to have to fight Potter to give me a few minutes alone with you. Where is he? Fetching you some cake?"

"Hardly."

"New shoes?"

He sighed, "He had to go to work."

"What?" she all but shrieked. "You tell me where he is right now and I will go and tell him-"

"I told him to go," he interrupted.

"But-"

"No," he said with a shake of the head. "No buts, Pans. I really like him and I'm not going to mess it up. Just," he sighed, "leave it, alright?"

Pansy gave him a pitying look, but thankfully let it drop.

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It was nearly midnight by the time the floo flared and Harry stepped back through. Part of Draco had wished that he'd just gone to bed before the other man got home so he didn't have to pretend that everything was fine.

"Hey," Harry said, making his way over to where Draco was on the couch. He sounded exhausted.

"Hi," Draco replied.

Harry leaned down and pressed a kiss to Draco's temple before sitting down next to him, "How was the party?"

"Fine," Draco replied. "Good."

Frowning, Harry groaned. "You're upset," he said. "I knew it. I'm so sorry, Draco-"

"No," he said, shaking his head. "It's fine. It's really-"

"It's not." Harry turned so he was facing Draco but Draco couldn't bring himself to look back. "I'm sorry, babe. This is all my fault, I should have told them no about that bloody fundraiser."

"Yes," Draco said sarcastically. "That would have gone over well, 'Sorry, I can't come to do a fundraiser for children orphaned during the war. It's my death eater boyfriend's birthday and he's a whiny, possessive bitch."

"I would never say that about you. I would never even think that about you!" Harry protested.

"I'm just saying, Harry, that you are their savior. And I am just your boyfriend."

He ran his fingers through his hair, tugging on the ends, "I don't want to be," he finally burst.

Draco paused, unsure what to say to that. Eventually, he settled on a careful, "Sorry?" Hoping against all odds that Harry wasn't about to break up with him.

"I don't want to be anybody's savior," Harry whispered. "I don't want to be the bloke who saved the world. I don't want to be a war hero. Most of the time I think I don't even want to be an auror; it's just what was expected."

"What do you want to be?" he asked carefully.

"Your's," Harry said, shrugging helplessly.

And the little monster that lived inside of Draco that told him to take, and claim, and hold, and all but smother his partners, raised its ugly little head.

"Sorry," Harry apologized, rubbing his hands over his face and not looking at Draco. "I know it's only been two months and it's a ridiculous thing to say but the only time I feel like me is when I'm with you."

Draco just stared at him, unable to speak, hardly able to even process what he was saying.

"I feel like I'm just Harry when I'm with you and I wish that instead of people thinking 'oh, that's Harry Potter, savior of the world,' that they'd think, 'oh, that's Harry Potter, he was clever enough to trick Draco Malfoy into wanting to be with him.'"

"What?" he whispered.

"Sorry," Harry apologized again, trying to backpedal. "I know, I'm making a mess of everything like always. I've jumped in too fast, and I'm too emotional, and I'm not what anyone thinks I should-"

"Harry," Draco said, finally looking at him, really looking at him. He looked as shattered as Draco felt. "Harry," he whispered again. "You are perfect."

"That's what I'm trying to tell you," Harry said, "I'm not-"

"I hear you," Draco said, hoping that he could convey his meaning and sincerity. "I mean that you are perfect, in all of your faults and flaws. In your sarcasm and the petty things you say about your coworkers, in your ranting and raving about our justice system, in the moments that you choose something you deem selfish like sleeping for an extra hour when you think you should be out doing more, in jumping in too fast and being too emotional, in all that you are, you are perfect."

"Draco," Harry breathed as though he couldn't believe what Draco was saying to him.

"You're not the one tricking me, Harry," he whispered, the confession making his heart ache. "I'm the one tricking you. I'm selfish and whiny. I'm petty and vindictive, and I want you all to myself all of the time. I-"

"Draco, I like those things about you," Harry said. "That little pout you get when I'm about to leave, the way you hold me just a little bit tighter when I tell you that I'm going to have to go soon. The petty little plans you have to inconvenience people at my job when they've annoyed me. And the way you're always putting your arm around me or holding my hand when we're in public, like you're so proud to be with me, like you're ready to fight off a slew of attackers at any moment."

"Admirers, more likely," Draco grumbled.

"I like that," Harry said. "I like your possessiveness."

"Really?"

He nodded and reached over to tuck a strand of hair behind Draco's ear. "Draco, can I be honest?" he asked.

"Always."

"I think I'm in love with you," he said. "And I know it's fast; you don't have to say it back or anything. I know that I-"

"I love you, too." Draco replied before another word could spill from the other man's mouth. "I love you, Harry."

Harry blinked at him, "Really?" he whispered.

Draco nodded and leaned in to give him a soft, short kiss. When he pulled back Harry stared at him with something akin to wonder on his face.

"Please never miss one of my birthdays again," Draco murmured.

Harry pulled him over until Draco was cradled in his arms, "Never," he promised. "Please stop hiding yourself from me," he asked in return.

"Same goes for you."

"Okay," Harry breathed.

And Draco thought this was the first step for both of them in becoming who they were meant to be.

Day 4: Jealousy | Day 6: Proposal

#drarry #day 5: possessiveness #thanks for the prompt anon!#I hope you enjoy #100 drarry drabbles in 100 days #drop me an ask with a word you'd like a ficlet for #drarry drabbles #drarry ficlets

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lostbbygorl · 3 years

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EREN YEAGER GETTING YOU TO STOP GIVING HIM THE SILENT TREATMENT:

Setting: Modern AU

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✨We all know what Eren is like, and let's face it, a BUNCH of reasons pop into our heads when you think of why Eren's receiving the silent treatment from you

✨ He probably lost his temper and yelled some really hurtful shit at you. He's GREAT at that

✨ Whatever the reason, here he is, lying on the couch self reflecting while you wipe your tears in the bathroom

✨ By self reflecting I mean feeling very guilty but thinking of ways to get you to talk to him

✨ Eren is not silent, so therefore Eren hates silence, especially from the love of his life

✨ He can go maximum 24 hours without hearing your voice, and then, X GAME MODE IS SWITCHED ON

✨ He's gonna do the classic whining and pouting and soft murmuring of apologies 20 minutes after the argument, but if you make the mistake of locking the door on him and leaving him on the couch, NO MORE SOFT BOY EREN

✨ Eren is an overall nice boy, but we all know that when he chooses to be the main character who turned into a villain, HE IS THE MAIN CHARACTER WHO TURNED INTO A VILLAIN

✨ So how does Eren get you to crack? It's simple: piss you off/put you in a situation where you NEED his help

✨ And he's doing this all with the most vindictive look on his face ✋

✨ Eren's going to tighten the caps of every jar and bottle in the house to a level only him and Hulk can open them

✨ He's placing everything in the top shelves cause he's a fucking tower and you're not

✨ And it's all the important shit too

✨ Oh, you're gonna use a tool? He hid it!

✨ And the most evil plan of all: Changing your phone's password while you're out of sight to smth only he knows

✨ So 1 day has passed and Eren's playing innocent smh

✨ You notice things are out of place and IMMEDIATELY SUSPECT HIM

✨ But you have too much pride, so you decide to read a book and not scroll through your phone whilst drinking water and not apple juice

✨ Eren knows your resolve will crumble any minute now, so he's timing this shit

✨ Enough is enough, you storm up to him, and he gives you a sweet smile

✨ " EREN YEAGER"- You unintentionally doing a Gabi Braun impression perfectly

✨ You hit his chest till he grabs both your hands and wraps them around his neck. Next comes his power move: a kiss

✨ How tf could you not soften when he kisses you like that, and then kisses your neck and whispers an apology

✨ He KNOWS what he's done and he's smirking into your neck

✨ Ofc you forgive him and then he carries you to the bed for snuggles but ofc the snuggle session doesn't remain a snuggle session for too long coz it's Eren

✨ " Stop rubbing against my dick"

" I didn't rub against shit"

" Nah you did, and now you're lying. Gotta fuck the lying habit out of you, babe"

✨ How tf do you deal with him honestly?

✨ Oh and he's gonna tell you the password don't worry

#attack on titan #shingeki no kyojin #aot imagines #snk imagines #aot headcanons #snk headcanons #aot eren #snk eren #eren x you #eren yeager #eren jäger #eren x reader #eren x y/n #eren yeager x you #eren yeager x y/n #eren yeager x reader #eren jeager x y/n

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socialwriter · 4 years

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Simp

**Gif by @rafecameron**

Idea by @ptersparkers: the x times rafe/jj is caught being soft and refuses to admit it and the one time he does bc i’m a sucker for that but can someone write it because i want it but i don’t wanna write it

Part of my week of fluff

Pairing: Rafe Cameron x Female Reader

TW: Soft boi Rafe

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Summary: 3+1 of the three times Rafe didn’t admit he was a softie (simp), and the one time he did

Requests featured:

@anonymous0writer: hi bubs. week of fluff: ““I know I’ve kissed you like, ten times, but just like another ten, please.” w soft rafe or topper?? ty bubs

@softstarkey: “Would you mind if I kissed you?” w rafe 🥰

anon: could you maybe write something about being super cuddly with rafe? your one w pope got me🥺🥺🥺

@butgilinsky: cooking dinner for rafe😪 or vice versa i’m not picky. also ily💓

A/n: I am now feeling the pressure of having five people’s wants in one fic, but i shall suffer in silence, also this is my first x + 1 fic so I hope it doesn’t suck oop

You and Rafe were both lounging around, your head on his chest and his arms around you when you looked up at him and noticed something you hadn’t before. “Woah, you have long eyelashes.”

He looked down at you, quirking a brow. “Do I? Huh, never noticed.”

“Yea, they just go blond at the end so you can’t see ‘em. You know...I could fix that for you.” You tell him, a devilish glint in your eyes. He furrows his brows, slightly scared as to what you had in mind. “What do you mean…”

You don’t answer his question, instead getting up out of his bed and walking into the joint bathroom, sifting through your makeup bag until eventually you find your mascara. “Aha!”

Rafe sits up, now curious as to what you were planning on doing. “Babe, what are you getting in there?”

You casually walk back into his bedroom, an excited grin plastered on your face as you crawl into bed once more and sit in his lap, wrapping your legs around his torso. “I’m gonna use mascara on you!” You exclaim, showing him the black tube.

His eyes widen, and he shakes his head violently at the very idea of wearing makeup. “Nope, there is absolutely no way I am doing that. You’re tripping babe.”

You pout, jutting out your bottom lip in the way that always got you what you wanted when it came to your boyfriend. “But baby, you’ll look so pretty and it’ll make your beautiful eyes pop even more.”

He frowned, staring at the tube of makeup. “Does it hurt?”

“Not one bit baby.” You assured him, pushing back some of the hair that had fallen in his face.

“Ok alright fine, if you want to do it I’ll do it.”

You squeal, clapping your hands together and giving him a quick kiss on the lips. “I swear you’ll love it.” You get to work applying the makeup quickly before he has the chance to change his mind. He surprisingly doesn’t flinch much while you’re applying, but that all changes when you’re applying the last bit of mascara and Wheezie walks in.

“Hey Rafe have you seen m-oh my god.” She exclaims, an amused grin forming on her face. “What are you doing.”

“Wheezie get out of here!” He screams, unable to actually get up and push her out so of course, she stays to tease him.

“Wow, Y/n, really gotta hand it to you. You did the impossible and turned Rafe Cameron soft.”

You giggled, resting your head on Rafe’s shoulder and kissing his jaw. “Thanks Wheezie.”

Rafe scoffs loudly, glaring at his youngest sister. “Both of you shut it! I am not soft!”

You snort in response to his words, giving him a soft kiss on the neck. “Of course not, baby.”

Wheezie giggles, holding her hands up in mock surrender. “Ok ok, you’re not soft. Whatever you say you simp.” With that she leaves Rafe’s room, shutting the door behind her.

“Y/n?”

“Mhm?”

“What does simp mean?”

“Don’t worry about it babe.”

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“Rafe?” You asked softly, quietly walking into the bedroom of the Cameron household. Kelce and Topper were over, playing video games, but Rafe had promised you cuddles after htey left, which was supposed to be over a half hour ago.

“Yea babe?” He asked, never tearing his gaze away from the screen. All three boys were very into whatever was happening in the game, muttering insults at each other every once in a while.

“It's getting late, are you almost done?”

“Yea babe, just 5, 10 minutes, tops.”

You pout, crossing your arms over your chest. He had said that 20 minutes ago. An idea pops into your head that if you couldn’t get him upstairs to cuddle with you, then you would have to just cuddle with him down here. You walk around the couch, crawling into his lap and latching onto him like a koala. Both Topper and Kelce glance over for a second, rolling their eyes at the unexpected PDA from the two of you. “Baby I wanna go upstairs.” You mumble against Rafe’s neck, nuzzling your head further into him.

“I know you do baby, just give a minute to beat these guys and I’m all yours.” He tells you, earning shouts of protest from both boys sitting next to him. “Are you wearing my shirt?” He questions when he glances down at you, to which you nod in response.

“Your shirt and nothing else babe.” You say, a smirk finding its ways to your lips. He stiffens at your words, taking an audible gulp before quickly turning of the TV

“Hey man!” “What do you think you’re doing!” “Are you serious!”

“Ok boys, time for you to leave,” Rafe tells the other two who both get up from the couch, grumbling about their game and how they were ‘so winning’.

“Dude, you are so soft.” Topper tells him, rolling his eyes at the older boy.

“Like seriously, what's happening to you man.” Kelce adds, grabbing his stuff from the floor of the living room.

“I am not soft, and I suggest you leave before I make you.” Rafe growls, moving to stand up. You, however, do not like this plan, whining and clinging to him tighter, mumbling a soft ‘no’. He listens to you, earning a look from both Topper and Kelce.

“Dude, seriously, you’re such a simp.” Topper says as both boys leave the house.

“SERIOUSLY WHAT DOES THAT EVEN MEAN.”

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“Rafe!” You call out for him, having your boyfriend run into the kitchen where you are a minute later. “Yeah babe, whats up?”

“Today, I’m going to teach you how to cook.” You tell him, earning a groan from him “What, why? I like everything you cook so much.”

“Flattery ain’t getting you out of this one. C’mon, we’re starting simple, it's just eggs. It would take an idiot to screw those up.”

“Idiot at your service.”

You sigh, running a hand through your hair. “You gotta stop doing that.”

“Doing what?” He asked, brow furrowed in confusion.

“Tearing yourself down. You’re not an idiot, you just never learned how to cook is all. And that’s what I’m here for, to teach you how.”

He gives you an apprehensive look but nods, accepting the fact that he was doing this whether he liked it or not. “Ok so where do you start with eggs?”

“Well, first you’re going to get the eggs.” You tell him, earning a helpless look in response. “They’re in the fridge babe.”

“Right, right, I knew that totally.” He mumbles, going over to the fridge and getting the carton the eggs stored inside. Eventually, you had gotten him through scrambling the eggs and now you were ready for the stove, which he looked at with fear in his eyes. “Babe, maybe you should take over from here.”

“Rafe, you can do this. You’re a master chef, I believe in you. Now use that oven!”

He gave you one more glance before putting the pan of yolks onto the stove you’d already turned on for him. “Make sure you turn it over so it doesn’t burn babe.”

“Can you show me how?”

You nod, grabbing a spatula and placing it in his hand before guiding him through the motions of flipping the eggs. “You’re doing great babe.”

“Yeah?” He asks, grinning at you. You nod at him right as Sarah walks into the kitchen, having to do a double take.

“What's going on?” She questions, not really believing that her brother is actually cooking a meal.

“I’m teaching Rafe how to cook,” you inform her, turning back to the stove to make sure that you didn’t burn the eggs.

“Um, Rafe, didn’t you once tell me that you would pay for your own personal chef before you learned how to cook for yourself?”

Rafe’s face turns a bright red as he looks down at the floor. “Well yea...but Y/n wanted me to learn how to cook so I’m doing it.”

Sarah’s mouth was left slightly ajar, shocked by the fact that a girl was able to change Rafe so much. “Wow Rafe, didn’t know you’d gone soft for your girl.”

Rafe pouts, jutting out his bottom lift. “I’m not soft, I'm just a chef.”

Sarah snorts, raising her brows at her brother. “Sure you simp, if that helps you sleep at night.”

“Why does everyone keep calling me that?!”

----

“Y/n?” Rafe asks, tracing small circles on your hip bone.

“Mhm?” You respond, not looking up from your phone.

“I love you.” His words cause you to look up from your phone, eyes softening when you see him looking at you with nothing but love and adoration in his eyes.

“I love you too baby.” You say, giving him a soft smile.

“Can I kiss you?” He questions, lips only centimeters away from yours. You don’t respond, instead closing the gap between the two of you and pressing a short and sweet kiss to his lips. He, however, decides that’s not enough, giving you kiss after kiss, causing you to giggle against his lips. “Rafe!”

“I know I’ve kissed you like, ten times, but just like another ten, please.”

You laugh at his words, shaking your head. “Rafe, you really have gone soft, haven’t you?”

He shrugs his shoulders in response, giving you a grin. “Only for you baby, only for you.”

“Wow, you really are a simp.”

“Aww come on!”

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mysticalnightenthusiast · 2 years

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S.N.A.F.U CH62 ‘We’ve Got This’

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Daniel and Eadaoin spent another two hours at their new home making a list of the furniture they needed and where they’d place all their old belongings ‘christening’ every room and making plans for the housewarming. Eadaoin kept going back to the small room next door to the master bedroom and on one occasion Daniel found her pacing across the width of the room and once squatting as if working out in the gym.

“What are you doing?” he asked with a snort of amusement

“Working out where I’m going to put my desk,” Eadaoin replied “I want this room to be my study.”

“Can you squat again?” Daniel asked cheekily a wide grin spreading across his face as he salaciously adjusted himself “I can get a better view of your arse that way.”

“You’re obsessed with my arse,” Eadaoin told him dryly

“Of course I’m obsessed with your arse, I see it every morning when I’m home and just now when I did you on the stairs its what I held onto so I wouldn’t fall on my own and break my neck.”

Eadaoin rolled her eyes.

“When you ‘did me’ in the stairs?” she repeated hooking her fingers in the air “gee you’re a true romantic Daniel Ricciardo.”

Daniel stepped into the room and playfully patted her on the backside.

“I am when it counts,” he said loosely wrapping his muscular arms around her waist.

“True,” Eadaoin said with a happy sigh “this place is perfect babe, it already feels like home and it’s only got like three pieces of furniture in it.”

Daniel ran his fingers through her hair then rested his chin on her head.

“Its really happening isn’t it?” he said happily.

“It is, pretty soon we’ll have our own little cocoon where we can just be us,” Eadaoin replied leaning into his embrace “at least here I don’t have to worry about you know who slashing my car tyres, pouring paint stripper on the duco or blowing up the letterbox.”

“You shouldn’t have to worry about that now.” Daniel said evenly “I’m sorry you had to go through all that.”

“Don’t apologise, none of that shit is your fault,” Eadaoin replied placing her hands on each side of his face and looking at him straight in the eyes “when Jem did what she did to you you responded in a way any adult would in a grown up manner, you’re not the one acting like a jealous vindictive prat. You didn’t goad her into doing what she has done to me, I hold absolutely no grudge against you in any sense of the wor-MMPH!”

Eadaoin’s speech was interrupted by Daniel leaning down and smashing his lips against hers. Her eyes flew open in surprise but she quickly returned his affection running her fingers over his stubbly cheeks then combing his messy curls.

“One of these days you’re going t-to suff-focate me doing th-that,” she said when they eventually parted.

Daniel grinned

“But what a way to go huh?” he said “I often think that when I have your thighs either side of my face.”

Eadaoin rolled her eyes and playfully slapped his chest.

“Daniel Joseph Ricciardo you’re a pervert.” She said dryly as he roared with laughter “for that I’m going to take that happy ending massage offer off the table c’mon let’s go furniture shopping!”

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Eadaoin and Daniel kept themselves busy for the rest of the afternoon flitting around every furniture shop in the London area doing what they could to get their house ready for them to move into, they arrived home just after seven at night to an alluring smell of garlic and tomato emanating from the house.

“I’ll bet my next pay cheque Cally’s making his lasagne,” Eadaoin said tiredly as they got out of her car “wait til you taste it, it’s the bomb diggity.”

“Its his signature dish then?” Daniel asked with a yawn

“Kinda.”

The pair made their way down the path to the front door and went inside, their arrival attracted Cahir’s attention and he poked his head out of the kitchen a huge grin upon his face.

“Where the hell have you two love birds been?” he asked in amusement.

“At the manor house and furniture shopping nosy!” Eadaoin replied briefly embracing her brother “you’re perky, what’s happened?”

“I got the job in Walliswood!” Cahir exclaimed excitedly “I start in four weeks!”

“Congrats, you’re keeping busy.” Daniel said as Eadaoin engulfed her brother in a crushing hug.

“Yea I know!” Cahir replied with a grin “and my dogs arrive next Thursday and the week after that the shipping container with all my stuff in it. I’ve really got to start house hunting now, I can’t stay here forever and I know you’re not hugely comfortable around dogs and I don’t want you to feel uncomfortable in your own home.”

“Mate this is your home too I don’t want you to feel like you have to hurry up the house hunting task,” Daniel said “besides I’ll be off to Jeddah and Abu Dhabi before they arrive and by the time I get home Eadie and I will be ready to move into the new place.”

“Well if you’re sure...”

“Yeah I am, besides I’ve been told your dogs are pretty cruisy and don’t jump up so it sounds like I’ll be okay with them.”

“Yeah they’re fine, I put too much effort into training them for them to jump up on anyone,” Cahir said brightly “I’ve made lasagne and picked up some fancy bread from the bakery next to my placement job to make garlic bread with, if you’re hungry.”

“Could eat a horse and chase its jockey!” Eadaoin said with a grin “we’re just going to head upstairs, give us a yell when dinner’s ready okay?”

“You got it.”

Eadaoin and Daniel made their way upstairs and o their bedroom, Daniel kicked off his Vans and flopped down on the bed with a loud sigh.

“What’s up?” Eadaoin asked softy dropping down next to him and elbowing him affectionately.

“Just worried about Wednesday,” Daniel replied after a moment of silence “aside from the confrontation at the Viaduct Tavern this’ll be the first time I’ve seen Jem since that shit went down in Abu Dhabi and I just know there’s going to be paparazzi there and she’s going to absolutely revel in the attention and Mum and Dad can’t be here and I’d really like them to be and, well......”

Eadaoin slipped an arm around his waist and nestled her face in the nape of his neck.

“I’ll be there to support you,” she murmured giving him a squeeze “I can’t stop anything negative happening but I can be there to hold your hand if and when things go to shit.”

Daniel flashed her a wan smile and turned his head, pressing a kiss to her temple. “You’re never going to have any idea just how special you are to me,” he said in a low voice “I don’t know if I could have dealt with the fall out of what happened if you weren’t here.”

“You down for a soak in the tub after dinner?” Eadaoin asked after a moment of silence “nothing funky just a relaxing lavender bath. Then maybe we can go to bed early”

“If I wasn’t so hungry I would do that now,” Daniel replied “but I’m starving, we burned a few calories today.”

“Burning calories? Is that what you call it?” Eadaoin teased “face it babe it was a desperate sex romp and you definitely left a huge gob of cum on the foyer staircase.”

Daniel laughed heartily.

“Gonna have to clean that up before the housewarming,” he said cheekily “though I’d prefer it was left there as a reminder of our escapades.”

Eadaoin rolled her eyes.

“You don’t need a carpet semen stain to remind yourself of what we got up to today,” she said dryly, giving him a playful shove “there’s something wrong with you if you forget about today.”

“Maybe I’ll just settle for a photo to keep in the secret folder of my phone,” he said with a grin.

“Well if you really need a visual reminder about today I suppose that’ll have to suffice.”

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The following day Daniel and Eadaoin spent all day moving what Daniel had in storage into their new home and buying even more furniture. They ended the day back at her house and began the process of packing up her own belongings in preparation for the final move after the Abu Dhabi race.

“I was thinking....” Eadaoin began as she taped up a box labelled loungeroom

“Mmm?”

“Would you mind if I got a piano for the front room?” Eadaoin asked “I use an electric keyboard when I have my violin students over but an actual piano would be so much better.”

“Darling, you don’t need to ask,” Daniel said with a smile “if you want a piano, get a piano; if you want a gold toilet get a gold toilet.”

Eadaoin laughed.

“My interior decorating tastes are far more refined than gold toilets,” she said “if I was going to have a gold toilet I would have put one in here.”

“Seriously though if you want a piano get one,” Daniel said softly “just as long as I can fuck you on it.”

Eadaoin got up on her knees and scooted across the floor to him.

“Well we’ve done it in every room and on every bit of furniture we have in that place so far so I suppose doing it on a musical instrument wouldn’t be too much of an imposition,” she murmured in his ear as she trailed her lips down his thick neck “but I much prefer the bed.”

Daniel turned his head and captured her lips with his.

“You’re turning into a raging nymphomaniac,” he said with a grin.

“Ha!” Eadaoin exclaimed “pot kettle black Driver Man. All day yesterday you were the one that initiated everything, not that I minded of course.”

“All your moaning and groaning told me that,” Daniel said with a grin “music to my ears, wish I could have it as my ringtone but no one but me needs to know what it sounds like when you come.”

Eadaoin prised the book he was holding out of his hands and set it aside.

“Could say the same about you,” she said trailing her fingers down his chest to his crotch “seriously hearing you moan is one of my biggest turn ons.”

“Well if you play your cards right, you might just hear me moan a bit more tonight,” Daniel informed her with a grin flinching slightly as she palmed the growing bulge in his jeans “the bath we had last night was quite nice and we-”

But the curly haired Australian was interrupted when from the front of the house the door open and Cahir arrived home.

“Oi lovebirds wanna give me a hand?” he called “I brought home some stuff for ya!”

“You go ahead, this needs to go down,” Daniel told Eadaoin indicating to his crotch “tell him I’m on the phone or something.”

Eadaoin grinned and kissed him soundly on the lips.

“Later,” she murmured

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Daniel was the first one to wake the following morning and his huffing and puffing and tossing and turning pulled Eadaoin from her own slumber and she rolled over slipping an arm around her man’s waist.

“Hey,” she said sleepily splaying her fingers out across his muscular abdomen “you ‘kay?”

“Yes....no,” Daniel replied with a sleepy sigh.

“You worried about today huh?” Eadaoin murmured pressing her lips to his neck.

“Yeah,” Daniel replied stretching and turning over to face her “I haven’t slept well at all.”

“I know you’ve been tossing and turning the last few hours,” Eadaoin said tracing his facial features with his fingers “I’ve felt the tension in your body ever since we went to bed.”

“I’d be even more tense if you weren’t here,” Daniel said in a low voice.

Eadaoin cuddled up to him and pressed her lips softly to his.

“As I said last night I’m happy to be here,” she said “good times and bad we’re in it together huh?”

Daniel wrapped his arms around her and squeezed hard.

“One of these days I’m going to wife you,” he said.

Eadaoin laughed.

“Is that your way of proposing?” she asked in amusement.

“No, if I was going to propose I would do it in entirely more romantic circumstances than in bed when we both look and sound like hell.” Daniel replied with a chuckle “besides I don’t have a ring, I can’t very well propose without a ring.”

Daniel and Eadaoin spent another hour in bed, relaxing in bed, holding each other and sleepily kissing, they then rose for the day and after breakfast began getting ready for court.

“Oooh a three piece suit rawr,” Eadaoin said admiringly as Daniel buttoned up his vest “you in a three piece suit will always do it for me.”

“Might have to start going to the races in one then,” the curly haired driver quipped with a grin that didn’t quite reach his eyes.

“I wouldn’t complain, neither would all your hoards of female admirers,” Eadaoin joked as she helped him knot his tie “no too tight?”

“Nope just good, you know you’re the only one of my female admirers I care about,” Daniel said as he tucked in his tie in and pulled on his jacket.

Eadaoin slipped on a pair of black stilettos and stood up.

“Yeah?” she said slinging her arms around his waist.

Daniel tucked a whisp of hair behind her ear and pressed a kiss to her forehead.

“Yeah,” he said “shall we head off? I’m hoping if we get there early enough we might avoid some undesired attention from any media out the front of the courthouse.”

“Yeah alright, hey you know it’ll go alright today don’t you? You’ve got nothing wrong, the people who count know this and you have one of the best defamation lawyers in London in your corner.”

Daniel smiled.

“I know,” he said “c’mon let’s go.”

*******************************************************************************************Daniel’s wish for less attention from the media didn’t eventuate ad when he and Eadaoin arrived at the County Court a huge throng of photographers pressed themselves up against Eadaoin’s Range Rover as she drove into the courthouse carpark.

“Faaaaaaaark,” he groaned as they went past the point where the throng could reach them “they look like they’ve been camping out overnight.”

Eadaoin found a park then cut the engine.

“You ready to do this?” she asked softly reaching across the center console and squeezing his thigh.

Daniel squeezed her hand and flashed her a small smile.

“With you, yeah,” she said.

The pair got out of the car and before she had even locked the car Daniel slipped his hand into hers, Eadaoin flashed him a smile and squeezed his hand before turning and in full view of the paparazzi flashed them her middle finger and the AUSLAN sign for ‘fuck you’

“The hell?” Daniel asked.

“This,” Eadaoin said repeating the sign “is the AUSLAN sign for fuck you.”

Daniel couldn’t help it and let out a snort of laughter.

“You’re naughty,” he said as they ascended a small stone staircase and made their way into the courthouse “where did you learn AUSLAN?”

“Well I’m not fluent in it but in law school I did some of my practical legal training at a firm that did a lot of pro bono work for a deaf charity and the client taught me how to say fuck you, kiss my arse, shit, cunt and arsehole all the best swears. It’s kinda just stuck.”

“Danny, Eadie!” a familiar voice called from behind them.

The pair turned around to see Max and Kelly, Max in a simple black suit and neck tie and Kelly in a black pant suit and nosebleed high nude stilettos.

“Super Max, what the hell are you doing here?” Daniel exclaimed incredulously.

The two friends bumped fists.

“Darren asked a few if us to come today,” the Dutchman replied “have you not seen him today?”

“No we only just got here,” Daniel replied “a few of us? Who is a few of us?”

But before Max could reply Daniel’s question was answered when Toto, Lewis, Valtteri, Christian and Esteban entered the courthouse all dressed similarly to Max. His eyes widened and his mouth fell open.

“What the hell?” he muttered.

“Darren asked us all to appear today,” Max informed his friend as the others arrived “character witnesses, I mean we would have come anyway because you’re our mate and we want to support you.”

Daniel shook hands or fist bumped all of his friend’s colleagues.

“Thankyou for coming,” he said “I didn’t know Darren had asked you to come.”

“He didn’t want to distract you from work,” Max said “there’s more coming too, I saw Zak, Lando, Michael and Blake outside too.”

“Anyone else?” Daniel asked weakly.

“Not that I know of.”

And sure enough a minute later the side door opened and in walked Darren dressed in the usual court garb of a black robe and horsehair wig followed by Daniel’s boss, teammate and two best friends. Seeing all the people that had come to support him was too much for the curly haired driver and his immediately choked up.

“Hey man how you doing?” Michael asked his friend.

“Yeah m’k-kay,” Daniel managed to reply before the emotion became too much

“Daniel!” Darren exclaimed brightly extending a hand to the driver “good to go today?”

“Well good might be an overestimation,” Daniel replied flatly grasping the QC’s hand and shaking it “bit overwhelmed to see everyone here, you didn’t tell me they would be.”

“I didn’t want to worry you too much and distract you from work,” Darren replied “as I’ve said to you before, you have nothing to remember, no fabricated story no lies no nothing, all you need to do is tell the truth when called upon to do so, and I’m confident you won’t even have to do that. Not by me anyway.”

“Jem’s counsel is likely to call Danny up?” Eadaoin questioned.

“Yeah, I mean if I was the opposing counsel I would,” Darren replied “my job is to showcase Danny’s good character, to prove he’s not a violent drunk, to prove what Ms Boskovich told Deux Moi is a load of bollocks, their job is to do the opposite, to prove any act of aggression Danny’s ever displayed proves he has anger issues, can’t control his temper etcetera etcetera you know the usual.”

“D'you know who she’s hired?” Eadaoin asked.

“Yeah Barnaby Albrecht.”

Eadaoin groaned.

“Bad?” Daniel asked in alarm.

“No, Albrecht is a brilliant lawyer but he’s a smarmy, cocky arsehole,” Darren replied “he’s good and knows he’s good but his interpersonal skills are deplorable. I don’t know anyone that likes him as a person or a colleague. He’s a pedantic, rude prick that pisses off people just by existing. He’s the type of guy that would have pissed off his parents as a toddler. I remember him from Eton and no one liked him then either.”

Daniel couldn’t help it and snorted in amusement.

“If my parents had named me Barnaby I’d be pissed off at the world too,” he said with a grin.

“Just be cautious of him,” Darren advised “ he asks questions that make you think laterally, don’t take anything he says at face value because I guarantee he will twist them to make you look like the biggest prick in the world.”

“Have you gone up against him in court?” Daniel asked Eadaoin.

“No but his reputation precedes him,” Eadaoin replied “his main jam is family law, specifically divorces; I tend to do contract, criminal and torts.”

“Basically the guy is a prat and you need to be wary of him if he calls you to the stand.” Darren informed his client.

“Right-o, are the McLaren legal guys here? I haven’t seen them yet.”

“Neither have I but they’re on their way I spoke to them on the way in,” Darren replied.

There was a long silence where Daniel fidgeted and sighed nervously. Darren noticed this and placed a reassuring hand on the driver’s shoulder.

“Hey take a deep breath,” he said reassuringly “I’ve got this, we’ve got this, and every one of those men and woman are willing to swear in front of a judge that you’re not a violent drunk and are willing to vouch for your good character. This is not criminal law the burden of proof is not on you the Plaintiff Miss Boskovich and Deux Moi have to prove what they said is true.”

Daniel managed a small smile and sighed.

“I have confidence in you,” he said “excuse me for a moment I need to have a word with....”

And leaving the sentence hanging in the air Daniel dropped a kiss on Eadaoin’s lips and made is way over to Michael, Blake, Max and Kelly.

“Hey can I have a word with you four?” he asked in a low voice.

“Yeah mate what’s up?” Michael asked.

Daniel turned and led his friends over to a corner then turned to face them.

“I wanted to ask you four a favour,” he said.

“Shoot.”

“I’m going to have to sit up the front with my legal team when we go into the court room so I can’t sit with Eadie once proceedings start,” he said “can you lot sit with her and look after her?”

“Yeah mate no worries.” Michael said at once.

“Count me in.” Blake added.

“Of course,” Kelly said.

“Don’t worry mate we’ve got her back just as much as yours,” Max informed his friend “whether the results are shit or positive for you we’ve got you mate.”

“Thanks.”

Daniel spent a further half an hour chatting with his friends and colleagues then Ralph and Wills the McLaren lawyers arrived.

“I’m sorry Daniel I need you to come with me,” Darren told the curly haired Australian apologetically as he interrupted his conversation with Lewis and Valtteri “Ralph and Wills got here, we’ve got half an hour til things start and we need to go over today’s procedure beforehand”

“Sorry guys I’ve got to go,” Daniel said apologising to his friends “see you in the court room.”

“The closer we get to our session time the worse I start to feel,” Daniel groaned as Darren led him toward a nearby meeting room.

“I empathise but seriously there’s no need to,” Darren said with a smile “Ralph Wills and I have been working on your case almost exclusively and we’re confident of all this shit being done by Christmas.”

“If you guys make this go away by then I’m going to buy you the most expensive bottle of scotch on the market!” Daniel exclaimed.

Darren laughed.

“You’d be up for millions then,” he said in amusement “Isabella Islay’s six and a half million US a bottle; I’m more of a vodka drinker anyway.”

“Anything, seriously anything,” Daniel said fervently.

“Dinner at a fancy restaurant then,” Darren said closing the door behind him “okay, shall we get started?”

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A/N: AUSLAN is Australian Sign Language

#F1 #DanielRicciardoFanFiction

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Too Little Too Late

ft. IwaOi

G/N reader

TW: Neglect, manipulation, toxicity in general, swearing

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tysm for the request anon! It’s about time Y/n stood up for themselves don’t you think? That’s the thing about relationships like these. It’s so hard to get out of them once you’re in deep- even if you can see every single red flag clear as day.

Also I’ve decided that since these are lengthy- there will be separate parts for Kuroken, SakuAtsu, and OsaSuna in the future.

This one is something I actually turned into a two shot: part one and part two. So same plot line, just goes more in depth on the “break up” part.

This was it, you were finally going to do it. After two decades of following your soon to be ex boyfriends around, it was time for you to step out of their shadow- into the limelight of independency. Still, you felt like a coward- leaving them while neither were even in the country. It was petty perhaps, but deep down within your heart- the vindictive, evil, and cruel part of you whispered that this was what they deserved. You were nearly finished packing- two suitcases stuffed to the max with your clothing and any small, expensive purchase you bought for yourself. Now all you needed to do was shove anything else that could fit into your duffel bag.

This wasn’t a new idea. Leaving them that is. In fact, you’d been thinking about it for years already. Honestly, you doubted you’d have even begun noticing just how unbalanced your current dynamic with your two “lovers” was, until a stranger- turned friend had pointed it out.

His name had been Miya Atsumu- he had gone to Tokyo University just like you and was the starting setter for their volleyball team. He was flirty at first, acting like a stereotypical frat boy. Despite telling him you had not one- but two partners- he hadn’t left you alone at that fateful party.

“Wait... yer datin’ that newbie setter from Argentina? AND Iwaizumi... the one who’s boutta transfer over to that American university?” Atsumu questioned incredulously, nearly doing a spit take, he leans over your figure and places his red solo cup down on the counter behind you.

“Yeah... I know it’s not a normal relationship-” You begin, already used to defending you and your lovers.

“Nah, that’s not what I’m sayin’ darlin.” The blonde replies, his words make him seem as though he’s hitting on you but somehow there’s an undertone of genuine concern. “Neither of em have even spared ya a glance since ya got here! Seems like they’re the ones in love- not the three of ya.”

You had frowned at his words, shaking them off easily. The three of you were in love, besides, no stranger could have deduced that at first glance- if anything he was just trying to meddle in your happy relationship... so why did his words continue to plague you that night, and for many nights after that?

Looking back on it now, you should have listened to Atsumu sooner.

You had countless discussions with Hajime and Toru after the night of the party. They had seemed genuinely sorry and made an effort to be more inclusive. However, they slowly fell back into old habits- time and time again- as if they had forgotten the promises they had made.

There would be no more discussions, no more nights staying up, waiting for them to come back home from their date.

There would be no more of the three of you- just Hajime and Toru.

That thought prevented you from picking up the framed photo on your bedside- the one of you three. It had been taken at a children’s festival that the three of you had taken Takeru too. It was probably the last photo where you had been so blinded by your love for them that you completely glossed over the fact that the only people they were looking at were each other.

“Y/n... what are you doing?” A raspy voice called from the bedroom’s doorway, startling you from your memories. Body shaking, you turned around to face the owner of the voice. “We came home early to surprise you... only to find you packing your bags?”

The same two people that you didn’t want to see stood before you. Both toted suitcases and smelt like the airport. You couldn’t find it within yourself to look them in the eyes, fearing that if you did you’d lose your strength, turn around, and begin unpacking.

“Y/n... prince(ss), what’s going on? Talk to us.” Toru whispered, speaking to you as if you were a cornered animal. That analogy wasn’t wrong per say but it did nothing to help you calm your nerves.

You knew it shouldn’t have but for some reason his tone had made your heart skip a beat.

“Yeah babe, let’s put the bags down and take a seat... we can talk about this right after me and Toru shower.” Hajime agreed, his poor choice of words stirring anger within your soul- intense and smoldering like Zeus’s lightning bolts.

“No!” You cry, tears of pent up anger, hurt, and every other negative repressed emotion, begins to well up in your eyes. “I’m going to say this one last time- then I’m going to leave. We won’t talk. I’m not going to... to wait until you finish showering. I’m sick and tired of this- this absolute fucking BULLSHIT!”

They stare at you wide eyed, not quite knowing how to respond. You don’t even give them the chance to think about how to do so- instead you opt to continue your rant.

“I love you two so damn much. So, so much- to the point that it hurts me.” Your gaze flickered between the two of them. “Loving you... it breaks my heart. I can’t do it anymore Toru, Hajime. I wanted too- God knows I do. But I can’t keep doing this-”

Toru lets his carry on drop to the floor and races over, attempting to embrace you in a hug. Every bone, every fiber, literally every part of you is begging you to stay trapped in his arms. He’s warm and he’s here. It’s all you’ve ever wanted.

Too little too late.

You shove him off, biting back sobs. Hajime hurries behind him, catching the taller male as he falls.

“Y/n calm down what’s going on? What did we do?” Olive green eyes flit over to meet yours, they’re just as lovely as they have always been. But you notice that they’re also cold, like jade bracelets and old watered down matcha tea.

“It’s what you didn’t do Haji.” You say and they can see the heart ache on your face. “I love you but you don’t love me- not as much as I love you at least.” Both of them look like they want to argue but you shake your head- effectively silencing them. The picture on the night stand stares back at you tauntingly- ignorance was indeed bliss it seems. Grasping it lightly you place it on the ground and kicked it gently, letting it slide over to where Toru and Hajime are still seated on the ground. The brunette takes it in his hands and examines it.

“This was when we took Takeru to the children’s festival!”

“Yeah... we were so happy then... where did that go wrong Y/n? When did you stop smiling like this?” Hajime whispers.

“I stopped smiling like that when I realized the truth- about us.” They watch as you take a deep breath, composing yourself. “It took me a long while, but I’ve been coming to terms with it.” A choked gasp escapes your lips, leading you to quickly spill the rest of your well kept insecurities. “This... this thing we have going on- it’s a toxic, endless cycle. There’s no us- it’s just Hajime and Toru plus Y/n.”

Toru’s expression morphs from empathetic to down right murderous. He’s offended that you would dare imply something like that. Deep down, you’re sure he knows you’re actually right, and he’s just acting like that to save his pride. A pang of shame hits you- when had you begun thinking mean thoughts like that?

“How could you say that?” He spits, tone devoid of sweetness, now replaced with lethal venom. “Everything we do is for you. We give you money, this nice home, space, time- our love. And you have the fucking gall to say we’re ostracizing you from our relationship? What the hell are you thinking Y/n?”

You’ve never seen him this angry- not in all the years you’ve known the setter. It sorta terrifies you. Hajime doesn’t bother to reprimand Toru for his tone like usual, instead he looks like he agrees with him.

“He’s right Y/n, everything we do is for you. Are you mad because we didn’t take you to a wedding? Guess what- that’s just business. Stop being so damn jealous for no reason. You can’t be selfish in our sort of relationship. Didn’t you know that in the first place?”

They don’t- won’t see things from your point of view. Honestly, what were you even expecting.

“When have I EVER been selfish? I cook, clean, and practically orbit around the two of you. I’m not mad just because of a FUCKING WEDDING! I’m upset- and hurt because you can’t ever see from my eyes. Don’t think I haven’t seen the differences between the looks you give me verses each other. The date nights you forget to include me in- the stolen kisses in the morning you give each other without even thinking about me. Even when I try to initiate something I’m ‘too clingy’ or you’re ‘too busy.’ FUCK THAT. I deserve better. So I think I deserve to be selfish just this once- because this is something I need to do for me. Not for you.”

They’re stunned, unable to speak. So they say nothing at all, watching you zip up your duffel bag and single handedly take all your baggage out into the living room by yourself. Neither of them say anything when there’s a knock on the door and they can hear your best friend enter their home and help you take your stuff down to their car.

There’s nothing they can do. So they go to bed without showering, thinking about the things you said and reflecting. You made it quite clear to them. It’s over- the three of you.

#iwaizumi x y/n #iwaoi x reader #iwaizumi hajime x reader #iwaizumi hajime x you #oikawa toru x reader #oikawa x y/n #oikawa x reader #oikawa x reader x iwaizumi #oikawa angst #answered.requests

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youngreckless · 3 years

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Drarry Eighth Year Fic Recs ✨🌈

note: all of these are hogwarts eighth year drarry fics!

The Fifth Floor at Midnight by hopelocklet

(1.8k, General)

When Harry is watching the Marauder's Map late at night, he sees Malfoy's name in a part of Hogwarts he doesn't recognize. It's on the fifth floor, the Fine Arts floor. Now Harry is practically desperate to find out what in Merlin's name Malfoy is doing on the fifth floor - alone - at midnight.

Oh You Pretty Things by JulietsEmoPhase

(1.8k, Mature)

Draco and Harry have a drunken heart to heart listening to David Bowie.

In Need of a Proper Hug by Faith Wood (faithwood)

(2k, Mature)

Draco rescues a poor, poor koala, which won't stop hugging him.

Moonlit Revelations by JulietsEmoPhase

(4.2k, Teen & up)

When Harry returns for his Eighth Year at Hogwarts, he quickly suspects Draco Malfoy is up to something again.

Operation: S.M.W.L.N.T.E.T.H.S.P by XxTheDarkLordxX

(8.1k, Teen & up)

Typically, notes from admirers would bring smiles to one's face or even lift their mood. It might make their day or even their week. It was a sign of a romantic at heart and even considered sweet.

However, Draco Malfoy doesn't do sweet. If he got one more note saying he looked radiant or beautiful, he was going to kill someone. Literally. His secret admirer better stay a secret before he cursed them into oblivion... right after he figured out how to stop blushing.

The Mysteriously Appearing Mistletoe by MystyVander

(9.6k, Explicit)

The mysteriously appearing, vindictive and mischievous mistletoe is forcing everybody in Hogwarts to kiss whomever it lands above. Nobody can figure out how to rid the school of the informally named 'M'am' but eventually the particular mistletoe falls on top of the heads of the schools old rivals, Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy. What happens next is anybody's guess!

In the Interest of Interhouse Cooperation by firethesound

(11k, Explicit)

Organizing a Duelling Club was supposed to be a fun extracurricular activity for Harry’s 8th year. But add in Draco Malfoy and a malfunctioning Room of Requirement, and things can’t help but get complicated.

The Difference Between a Cat and a Comma, Or, The One Where McGonagall Has Sass by shilo1364

(18k, Teen & up)

Eighth year at Hogwarts is going to be boring. That's what Draco Malfoy thinks when the Wizengamot makes attendance a condition of his pardon. After all, after letting Death Eaters into the school, failing to kill his headmaster, and being forced to serve a homicidal madman, how could finishing up his education *possibly* be interesting?

Answer: a coveted Transfigurations advanced study position, Minerva Mcgonagall's surprising fondness for him, Thestrals, tea with Hagrid, tutoring Harry Potter, Granger and Weasley's excessive PDA, and the perplexing nature of sleight-of-hand double-dates with Harry, Luna, and Ginny. And then, of course, there's righteously indignant (if misinformed) Weasley, Draco's own insecurities and flair for dramatics, and a long-suffering Kingsley Shacklebolt.

Don’t mind if I keep your tie (And your heart, babe) by Ingi

(21k, General)

The Eighth year common room has a parrot in it, courtesy of McGonagall and her mad search for interhouse bonding.

Most of the time, it's just there, until one day it repeats "Potter has a damn fine arse." And the Slytherins know exactly who the parrot's mimicking...

Draco is not amused.

An Issue of Consequence by Faith Wood (faithwood)

(21k, Explicit)

Draco has woken up in an alternate universe. Or he has woken up utterly insane. Nothing else can possibly explain why Harry Potter suddenly seems to think he's Draco's boyfriend.

Harmonised Consciousness by Talizora

(24k, Explicit)

"Potter's spell is still active, but I can shield my thoughts from him. I've been stirring him up all afternoon! It's hysterical!"

Blaise gasped, "It's still active! But it's… Dinner time!"

"Yes, so?"

"S-so? That spell is supposed to cancel itself after an hour! It's been, almost four hours!"

Draco shrugged, "I'm not worried. It's probably due to Potters magic. I'm sure it'll time-out eventually."

Blaise frowned, "Draco I don't think this is a good idea. Maybe you should end the spell?"

"No way! Blaise! I can hear everything! Before, in Runes, Potter was ranting about how he wanted to kill Weasel and Trelawney! He's all over the place! I had no idea he had such homicidal tendencies!" Draco giggled.

One of Blaise's eyebrows rose, "…Draco? Did you just giggle?"

"No I didn't."

"Yes you did."

A Dented Old Street Sign by orphanghost

(27k, Mature)

Draco knows they aren't the only students who will be completing their NEWTs this year, but they are the only ones whose home fireplaces were disconnected from the floo network by the ministry.

At least, Draco assumes as much until he sees the light falling out from the front door of one of the other rickety old houses in front of them and the three figures cast in its warm glow. For a moment they look like some sort of strange, many legged creature. An acromantula, or a particularly massive Blast-Ended Skrewt. Then Draco hears Pansy make a disgusted sound beside him and the light falls in a less blinding way, and Draco can see that it is actually Potter and the Weasel carrying a large couch between them, and Granger fluttering around them with her wand out, seeming concerned.

Draco Malfoy and the Year He Kept Getting Hexed by iamaghost

(43k, Explicit)

Draco is just trying to get through his eighth year at Hogwarts without getting hexed. Again.

The Standard You Walk Past by bafflinghaze

(46k, Mature)

On returning to Hogwarts for their Eighth Year, Headmistress McGonagall decided to room Draco Malfoy and Harry Potter together. She may have hoped for a leading example of house unity; the other students fully expected insults and fights. But nothing happened.

That was, until Harry sleepwalked into Draco’s bed.

Right Hand Red by lq_traintracks (lumosed_quill)

(73k, Explicit)

Harry felt Malfoy's breath on his lips as they came together over the bottle, hands firmly planted on the floor as though they each needed their familiar soil, refusing to cross into enemy territory.

Except that Malfoy no longer felt like his enemy.

Malfoy felt inevitable.

Azoth by zeitgeistic

(88k, Explicit)

Now that Harry is back at Hogwarts with Hermione for eighth year, he realises that something’s missing from his life, and it either has to do with Ron, his boggart, Snape, or Malfoy. Furthermore, what, exactly, does it mean when one’s life is defined by the desire to simultaneously impress and annoy a portrait? Harry has no idea; he’s too busy trying not to be in love with Malfoy to care.

Things Worth Knowing by Femme (femmequixotic), noeon (noe)

(164k, Explicit)

After the Battle, Harry thinks he's left Hogwarts for good, but Minerva insists that all students return for an Eighth Year if they wish to sit for NEWTs in the spring, and Harry needs those NEWTs to go into the Aurors. Draco's just grateful not to be in Azkaban. Or the Manor. He's hoping he can steer clear of Potter this year and grapple with his own problems. Unfortunately for him, Potter appears to be one of those problems. And that's not even addressing the fact that Potter's got serious issues of his own, which Draco realises as he's forced to share an Eighth Year dormitory room and several classes with the Gryffindor Git. If only they can make it through the year without killing each other, it should be all right, shouldn't it?

#drarry #drarry fic #drarry recs #drarry fics #drarry smut #hogwarts eighth year #eighth year fics #drarry rec #drarry fic recs #drarry 8th year

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karlnapity · 3 years

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Some Things Live But All Things Die

AO3 link here.

TWs: Major character death, explicit grief, torture.

Sapnap appears on your doorstep on a gloomy day.

Perhaps it’s apt for the occasion. You’re shivering, and so is he, and it’s more alike than you’ve been in months.

It’s raining, and he is too.

You force open the door with more than a little hesitance; you’d ignore it, usually, but there’s something in his gaze, in the way he’s holding himself.

It’s only once he opens the door that you realize he’s crying.

It pulls at you, makes you want to pull him close. You don’t.

He makes no move to talk. You don’t urge him to.

There’s a sinking pit in your stomach.

He sobs, then, sinking to his knees on your porch step. The lights of Las Nevadas twinkle in the background, a cruel mockery of everything you always did for him.

This isn’t right.

“He’s gone,” Sapnap wails, and you immediately know what he means.

Something in you shatters.

Getting the full story is difficult between it all. You fall to your knees in front of him like a man begging forgiveness, and maybe you are.

He tells you the story in stops and starts as the rain tumbles down, in sobs and heaves, and you want to pull him close but he’s so far despite the distance.

You don’t want this story.

It’s not quite a surprise, really, what happened, when you think about it; you were always going to lose him first.

You’re not sure why it surprises you that he was as fragile as you thought.

He disappeared, says Sapnap, for days at a time, and you think you remember witnessing it a few times yourself. He says he couldn’t remember hardly anything.

It stings. Your absence is irrelevant, now, but some part of you is clawing, dying to know whether he chose not to tell you about his country or if it was all the set-aside madness of an already dying man.

You will never know.

He disappeared, Sap explains, and he thought it was normal, one of his casual disappearances, and he didn’t worry until it had been a few weeks.

Sap sobs, apologizes maybe ten times, for not realizing, and your anger flares for a second before the shame comes crashing down.

You didn’t even know. You knew none of it. You have no room to speak.

“It was George who found his body,” Sap says.

You don’t want to see him, but it’s the fucking least you can do.

It doesn’t feel real until you see him. You hardly have time to think about his kingdom as you’re led through for the first time (and that burns in and of itself), the glowing lights dimmed as though the land itself is mourning.

He looks like he’s sleeping, such a difference from the last dead body you saw.

He’s gray, like one of the ghosts, as though he’s coated in soot and ash. You almost want to reach out and try to brush it off, as stupid as it is.

His clothes, even, are as grayscale as the rest of him, like a washed-out film.

“He was like this when we found him,” George says. You don’t point out his use of ‘we.’

And it suddenly feels real. You feel like throwing up.

“I need to leave,” you say, and you ignore the way you’re running away again.

> You don’t want him to come back. You don’t want to see him shaded in gray, not like his death.

He was always meant to be colorful. This isn’t fair.

> “Are you crying?”

“Shut up,” you grumble, despite the way you are.

“Are you crying?” Dream repeats in delight. He found a weakness and he’s weedling it like a boy pulling off the wings of butterflies.

“Shut up!” You scream, despite the way you are. You take his collar and slam his head into the wall with a sickening crack.

“What happened, Quackity?” He sings.

You wish you knew.

His pain feels useless for the first time.

> You visit his kingdom.

It’s beautiful, but empty, and you know it was all him.

He was what made it special, and without his watch it seems decrepit, as though it’s been abandoned for centuries rather than days.

You don’t look around. It deserved his tour.

> You think of Wilbur, in his grand gestures and the beautiful way he destroyed himself, and you think you understand it, just a little.

My grand symphony, he’d said, forever unfinished, or at least that’s what Philza had said.

Forever unfinished.

When it had exploded, you hadn’t understood it, had wanted to ask how a man could be so destroyed that he’d take the life of his own nation.

The slime helps you collect sand for TNT.

You're too cowardly to use it. > Mourning is a funny word.

You’ve mourned enough, really. Your ex-husband, your relationship, your dreams, and now him.

Your last funeral was a celebration, and you sit back, now, wonder if it was a mistake to let him go at all.

“Do you think I made a mistake?” You ask a ghost.

It blows smoke in your face. “I don’t think I’m the one to give you advice on self-destruction, babe.”

You wave it away. “Maybe not.”

There’s a silence in which you observe its cave. It’s a pale imitation of its character, but then again his ghost is anyways. That stings too.

“Is it right to wish it never happened? So I can avoid the mourning?”

It looks at you, then, red horns flashing. “There’s no right to pain.”

> Your husband’s body was all harsh lines and pained twists. His is soft and peaceful.

You can’t stop thinking of it.

He looked like he was sleeping. You don’t know why that hurts so much.

> Dream can bring him back.

This time it’s personal. You will not let him be lost. >

You let him die. This is your fault.

You were petty, and vindictive, and you are to blame.

“We wondered why you didn’t come home,” Sap says, and it grates, feels like nails on a chalkboard, but you have to hear it. You deserve every bit of guilt.

“And George told us, then, that you didn’t want to, and we were so confused.”

“He never told me,” you whisper.

Sap’s hand twitches, as though he’s resisting reaching out to you. You’ve been doing that a lot lately, unsure where you stand. It hurts.

“I know, Q,” he says. The sympathy doesn’t, shouldn’t belong to you.

“I should’ve come home anyways. I’m sorry.”

“I wish you had. We never would’ve left you that easily.”

It’s not much use now. > Dream doesn’t matter.

You’ve been more vicious, lately, as even Sam grows uneasy, but it doesn’t matter.

You hardly feel in control of the violence anymore. > The slime asks you about the abandoned machines, one day, asking about the matching colors, and you crumble.

It doesn’t much know how to help with tears, but its company is welcome.

You’re taking advantage of its kindness like this. It doesn’t understand what you did.

> Meetings are useless. Technoblade doesn’t seem to understand this.

He snaps his fingers in front of your face, repeats his question, but it doesn’t matter. You push your chair, stand up, prepare to leave-

“Are you alright?”

You let out something between a whine and a scream. “You’re not the kind of person to be asking me that.”

“I know. But I’m asking anyways.”

“It doesn’t matter.”

You deserve this guilt. > “I can’t bring him back,” Dream wheezes. “This is useless.”

You push your knife through his shoulder, pin him to the ground. “You’re lying.”

“Stop, stop, stop!” He shrieks, and you let up, only barely.

“Quackity, Quackity, I need a ghost, please.”

You sit up on your heels, scream into your hands. You signal for Sam to raise the lava, leaving Dream pinned. “If you’re lying, I’ll kill you this time, I really will.”

He’s scared of you for the first time, and it’s not satisfying. >

> Sap looks at you like he doesn’t know you.

Did he ever know you? That’s a frightening thought.

If he knew what you were doing, he would hate you.

You don’t care. You just want him back. > And thus begins your search for a ghost. You ask your own. It shrugs.

“But everyone has a ghost,” you plead. “That’s what you told me.”

“That doesn’t mean they want to be seen.” The plumes of smoke obscure its face. “Remember the kid? He hardly showed up at all in the time he was dead.”

“But he’d want to see me,” you whine, and it sounds wrong to your own ears. “So he has to be somewhere around here.”

“Q.” Its voice is surprisingly serious. “If you ever brought me back I’d hate you forever. Don’t force this on him.”

“But-”

“Listen to me. If I came back? My shitty fucking heart would probably give out again immediately. You don’t know why he died, right? Don’t hurt him because you miss him.”

You crumple. “I need to fix this. I need to.”

“There’s no fixing, babe. Just don’t break it more.”

You hate it. > “Q.”

Fuck.

“What, Sap?”

The nicknames are familiar on your tongue, just like the tension in the air.

“Can you tell me what you’re doing?” He comes up behind you, holds your arms like he used to when you got upset.

You never look at people when you’re upset. He’s the one who noticed.

“He was so observant,” you murmur. You’re not sure when the habit started, of needing to tell people about him. As though you’ll forgethimlikeheforgotyou-

No.

“He was,” Sap replies as you curl in on yourself, holding you closer.

“What are you doing?” He whispers. “Just tell me. I can’t lose you too.”

The last part is so quiet you have to strain to hear him. You wish you hadn’t. You let loose a wail, almost a scream.

This isn’t fair. None of this is fair.

“I want him back. I’m going to get him.”

Sap pulls you to the ground, still holding you close. “I know. Me too.”

“Dream has the book.”

You hear him suck in a violent inhale, like he’s been punched in the stomach. “Q. No.”

“He can bring him back!” You exclaim, twisting to look at him.

He looks… sad. It’s an inadequate word, so simple for the expression, for the feeling, that it’s almost useless. He looks like… he looks like you.

“Why don’t you want to? Why wouldn’t you?” You argue. You plead.

“Q, he wouldn’t want to! He told me!”

“That’s fucking bullshit!” You shoot to your feet. “That’s bullshit! Just ‘cause you don’t want to-”

His expression hardens. “I want to see him just as much as you do, Q-”

“No you don’t!” Your hands raise to grip at your beanie. “No you don’t! I need to- I need to apologize I need to tell him-”

“Quackity, shut up for five seconds and listen to me!” He’s sobbing, now, you both are, breathing heavy.

It gets you to shut up.

“He knew. He knew something was wrong, and he told me that if anything happens to leave him alone. And I thought he was joking. I didn’t take him seriously.” He wipes at his eyes, but it’s no use with how hard he’s crying. “And I kick myself for that every single day. We all regret things, Q.”

And when he holds you close this time it feels comforting instead of constricting.

“I thought you left me,” you start. “And I never got to see him or his kingdom or you and I never got to spend time with you because I was too busy being a stubborn asshole.”

“You know he’d forgive you.”

“But I don’t forgive myself.” It hurts to admit. “Because I never got to see him again.”

He holds you tight. “I know.”

> “Were you mad? When I got with Sap and… him?” You can’t say his name.

It shrugs. “I don’t really remember. It doesn’t really matter.”

“I don’t want him to be mad.”

“Don’t let the dead make your choices, sweetheart. We’re past our time.”

You let out a low chuckle. “Isn’t that all the dead do? Make our choices?”

It smiles ruefully. “Only if you let us.”

> “I was scared,” you say, entwining your fingers as you lay on the roof and pulling him down with you, “that it was wrong, to still love you.”

“I know,” Sap does, laying next to you. He looks at the stars. “Me too. But I do. Still love you, I mean.”

“But we’ll always be missing something.”

“That too. But it’s… it’s not okay, but it will be, I think.”

“I hope you’re right. I want you to be.” > And you don’t forgive yourself, but Sap does, but your ex-husband does, and that has to be enough.

You don’t see his ghost. Maybe it’s around, maybe it’s not, and that has to be enough, too.

Grief is awful. Mourning is awful. It hurts, a constriction around your throat.

You grieved your relationship, thought that would kill you, and it was only child’s play. Sometimes you’re certain you’ll die just from the pain of it all.

It’s not fair. Not to any of you. And that has to be enough.

But it will be okay. And that will have to be enough.

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