#agaypanic

You probably caught his eye at a party

That’s where he met most of the girls he’s hooked up with

Not that the goal was the hook up with you…

At least not immediately…

But before he could try to approach you, someone pulled you away

Felix didn’t see you until a week later at one of the local pubs

He actually heard you before he saw you. Your laugh carried over the crowd bustling between the two of you, and the giant Catton man used it to find you. Without regard for others, he followed the sound of your voice, bumping into anyone in his path.

But he didn’t care. He’d wanted to talk to you all week, since the first moment he saw you, and now he has a chance.

It wasn’t long before he stopped at a high table, where you and some other students were drinking and talking. Next to you was Felix’s friend India, so he went around to stand behind the two of you and tapped her shoulder.

“Not surprised to see you here.” He teased, and India greeted him with a hug. Felix wasted no time turning to you, giving you a polite smile. “And who is this fetching creature?”

You and India giggled. “This is Y/n,” she answered, already sensing the budding tension between you and Felix.

“Hi,” was all you could say, and you had to bite your lip to keep from smiling too hard. This handsome giant you’ve been hearing so much about was less than a foot away from your face, and it seemed like he couldn’t take his eyes off of you.

“Looks like your cup’s empty.” He said, tilting his head toward said cup on the table. “Might I get you another?”

You let Felix buy you many drinks that night

He walked you home and got your number before you went inside

After that, you were pretty much inseparable

Not just at parties, which you do frequent together

He walks you to all of your classes

Takes you out for meals with the excuse of making sure you don’t starve yourself while studying

After a few weeks, he decides it’s finally time to ask you out

Felix knew you wouldn’t want something too extravagant or public. Most nights you were a party girl, but during the day you usually kept to yourself. During the day, if you weren’t in your classes or with your friends, you stayed in the school’s library. After all, the sooner you finish your studies, the sooner you could go out without worry.

He found you at your usual table, under a window towards the back of the library. You were furiously scribbling in your notebook as you flipped through a book so big Felix wondered how you had carried it to the table.

“Hey, love.” His voice was quiet, not wanting to startle you or disrupt any other students around. You looked up, a grin forming the second you saw Felix standing in front of you. He planted his hands on the table and leaned down to be at eye level with you. “Hard at work, I see.”

You gestured to the seat next to you, which Felix happily occupied. “Are you studying too, or did you get lost?”

“Very funny.” He said with fake offence, making you giggle. One of his favorite sounds. “I was looking for you, actually.”

“Oh? What for?”

You were still looking down at your book. Although Felix thought it was adorable how studious you were, he much preferred you to be looking at him right now. He reached out and splayed his large hand over the book, preventing you from reading further. Blinking out of your concentrated state, you looked over with a confused look that soon melted away when you saw the puppy eyes and pout Felix was giving you.

“Okay, I get it.” You laughed quietly, turning your body towards him to give your full attention. “What is it?”

“Let me take you out.” That was the last thing you were expecting from Felix. “Just the two of us, and not to some crummy pub or party. I’ll take you wherever you want to go, and we can do whatever your little heart desires.”

You knew of Felix’s generosity, how he spoils his new friends with their wildest dreams. Was that what this was? “Why?” As flattered as you were, you couldn’t help but question it.

“Why not?” He rebuttal. Even sitting down, he still towered over you, and his hand staying firmly planted on your book kept you close to him. “Is it so hard to believe I want to spoil you, pretty girl?”

You couldn’t help but blush. “I’m not all about money and stuff, Felix.”

“Then I’ll give you my heart.” He said it so nonchalantly, as if every girl here wouldn’t die to hear those words said to them, especially from Felix Catton’s mouth. “If anything, you already have it. Let me take you out and I can prove that.”

He made such a good argument; how could you say no?

Now that you’re official, Felix can finally treat you the way he wants to

You genuinely can’t remember the last time you saw your wallet, because you never need it when you’re with Felix

He always has at least a hand on you, wanting to keep you close

Never wants you to lift a finger

He takes you to Saltburn for the summer to meet his family to show how serious he is about you

Safe to say, it goes really well

“Told you they’d like you.” He muttered into the crook of your neck. “Don’t know what you were so worried about.”

You could only reply with a moan, making your boyfriend laugh.

“Oh, what is it, lovey?” He asked softly, smirking because he knew what it was. “Something wrong?”

It was the exact opposite. You had never felt so good in your life. Felix pulling you onto his thick cock and pressing you against the bedroom window was the best way to wake up the morning after an extravagant welcome home party. You hoped this would be how you’d be waken up from now on while at Saltburn.

Felix grabbed your hips and pulled you to him, trying to bury himself as deep into you as possible. “Gonna say something, bunny?”

“More.”

It was all he needed to let loose. He was rough in his fucking, which felt so good. A hand left your hip to grab the back of your neck, keeping your face and chest against the glass. You didn’t care who could possibly hear you in the house. You didn’t care who could see your tits from the yard below. 

It all came to a head on a random weekday, where you were sitting in a random cafe working on an essay. Just above the top of your laptop, towards the back of the room, you recognized your mystery friend. He seemed to be playing on his phone while he sipped his hot coffee. 

You sat there for a while, debating whether you should say something. You were so tempted, but you didn’t want to freak the guy out. What if you were the only one who noticed? He would probably think you were a stalker.

But what if there was a reason you kept seeing him? 

“Can I sit here?”

In the blink of an eye, you were standing by the stranger’s table, holding your belongings. He looked up with some surprise, but quickly recovered. 

“Oh, um, sure.” He nodded to the seat across from him, for you to take.

“Sorry to intrude.” You said as you sat, putting your things on the side of the table to not take up too much of his space. “My name’s Y/n. You go to UCL, right?” You were relieved when he nodded. “Good. Not to sound weird, but I think I’ve been seeing you around a lot. So I thought I might as well introduce myself. So… hi.”

His smile was timid but inviting. “I’m James.”

You smiled back at him. “Nice to meet you, James.”

You didn’t get much work done after that. You and your new friend were too busy talking the rest of the day away. Admittedly, you did most of the talking, but you could tell that James was hanging onto every word and that his contributions to the conversation were sincere. You talked about your studies, favorite food spots, anything you could think of.

A few hours later, you walked out together and went underground. You were happy to see no one else on your platform.

“I liked talking to you, James.” You smiled at him. 

He smiled back. “I liked talking to you too. Do you…” He trailed off, getting shy. But you were glad he powered through. “Do you want to exchange numbers?”

You were quick to whip your phone out, and James followed with a laugh. By the time you switched the phones back with your information, your train was arriving.

“Is this yours?” You asked a bit loudly as the train pulled up to the platform. James shook his head and pointed behind him.

“Other way for me.” He replied louder as the train screeched to a stop. Then he cleared his throat. “But don’t worry, I’ll see you.”

You laughed, hoping it would be true, and boarded your train. You waved James goodbye through the window, and soon the train sped away.

Back on the platform, James was looking at your new contact in his phone, grinning with pride. He didn’t expect you to make the first move. He was also a bit disappointed in himself that you could spot him so much. That was sloppy of him.

“Who’s that?” The blonde thought aloud, staring at you with intense interest. Her friend Jenny giggled after seeing Regina’s expression.

“Her name’s Y/n!” she shouted over the deafening cheers of the crowd as you and your opponent faced each other. “She’s in my history class; she’s the one who told me about tonight.”

Before she could respond, a gasp escaped Regina’s lips. You had just taken a punch in the jaw, and Regina wondered how this was supposed to be interesting.

But as she kept watching, more you than the match itself, she started to see the appeal. You were giving and taking punches like it was nobody’s business. She, of course, would never do it herself. But seeing your muscles glisten with sweat was very entertaining, even from afar.

When the referee raised your hand at the end of the fight, Jenny noticed that Regina’s cheer was much more enthusiastic than in the previous matches. She smirked, putting her lips to Regina’s ear so she could hear her over the crowd.

“Wanna meet her?”

***

After the longest hour of her life, Regina was finally taken to the locker room where she and Jenny waited for you to come out.

“Try not to stare at her too much.” Her friend teased, getting a glare in return. “Don’t worry, I think she’ll like you.”

“Like who?”

Regina was slightly disappointed to find that you had changed out of your fighting attire, a sports bra and shorts, but that didn’t mean you were just as attractive in your sweatsuit. Your hair was damp, and it looked like a bruise was forming around your eye.

“Jenny, didn’t you say something about staring?” You asked jokingly, giggling at how her cheeks reddened. “Kidding, I’m kidding. Nice to meet you.” You put a hand out for her to shake, which she happily did. “I’m Y/n.”

“Regina,” the blonde replied. It wasn’t often she felt flustered; it almost made her mad. “You were, like, really good.”

“Thanks!”

“Maybe…” Regina tightened her hold on you ever so slightly, not wanting to let go of you just yet. “You can show me some moves sometime?” She gave you her sweetest puppy-dog look, knowing so many before were unable to resist it. But you, she really wanted.

You grinned. “Sure! Yeah, give me your number; we can set something up.” Regina was beyond grateful that Jenny kept her reactions to this whole interaction to a minimum. But she knew she was going to be teased about it the entire ride home, how ecstatic she was to talk to a hot girl and get her number.

“If you wanna get a drink or dinner, we can do that too.” You said nonchalantly as you finished making Regina’s contact.

“How about now?” All three of you were surprised by Regina’s quick response, but her eagerness didn’t embarrass her. 

You looked at Jenny. “Do you…” You didn’t finish the question because Jenny held up her hands.

“I can just head home. But you two, by all means.” You caught the suggestive smile she gave Regina, realizing what she could be implying. “Have fun.”

“We will.” You said reassuringly, turning to Regina with a playful smirk. “Won’t we, Regina?”

She put on a fiendish smile. “Oh, we will.”

***

“Well, it’s certainly frustrating when your captain’s a stubborn man with blockheaded ideas on what to do with his chasers.”

That triggered a louder argument between you and Oliver, and all Harry could do was watch. This was far from his first time witnessing one of your spats with the Gryffindor Quidditch captain, and he doubted it would be the last. Part of Harry wondered how you could function as team members with the constant bickering, especially over how Oliver should run his team. But in the end, as long as Gryffindor was winning matches, he didn’t mind too much.

“Trouble in paradise?” Harry suddenly found himself sandwiched between the Weasley twins, who watched the scene in front of them.

“They’ve been at it for a while.” Harry said with a sigh. “I’d stop them, but the sooner they stop, the sooner we have to do drills.” All three boys grimaced at the thought of what hell Oliver would put them through during practice today.

“Oi!” Fred and George’s fiery red hair caught Oliver’s eye, and the young man turned his attention to your spectators. “What are you lot gawking at?”

“Just enjoying the view, Ollie!” George grinned.

“Oh, yes,” Fred jumped in. “We just love how passionate you two get.”

Oliver huffed in annoyance, and his cheeks turned pink. “Go get changed before I make you run laps.” Not bothering to see if the boys listened to his instructions, he turned back to you. “And you, lass… If you know what’s good for you, you’ll stop giving me so much sass.”

Instead of agreeing and running off like any other player would, you gave a sweet, innocent smile.

“And if you know what’s good for you, you’ll get your broom out of your arse.”

***

A week later, Harry was sitting at a table in the common room with Ron and Hermione, hunched over a DADA essay that was due the next morning. He and Ron were the ones scrambling, as Hermione had completed it the other day. She was with them to do some “light” reading and lead the boys’ essays in the right direction.

The portrait door to the common room opened, which caught the three’s attention because of how late it was. Out of the corridor emerged a group of seventh years, clearly filled with giggle water and firewhiskey as they failed to suppress their laughs and loud “whispers.” Last to come in was the drunk student's herder, Oliver Wood. He seemed to be the least plastered of them all. And there you were next to him, clearly drunk and clinging to him so you didn’t trip over your own feet.

The sight was very confusing for Harry, as he had never seen you two get this close unless it was to argue face to face on defensive strategies until you were nose to nose. And Harry had never seen you treat each other so… nicely?

“Ollie, I‘m tired.” You whined into his shoulder, dragging your feet until you slowed to a stop.

Oliver took your hand, squeezing it before pulling you towards him. “I know, lass. Just up the steps and then to bed.” 

Just looking at the start of the staircase, you knew you were too drunk and tired to get to your room. Your eyes were already heavy, and you were still standing up, although that was mainly because Oliver was holding you up and against his chest.

“Can you carry me?”

It seemed instantaneous in your drunken state, Oliver picking you up with ease and taking you up the stairs. You giggled and kissed his lips before settling down with your head on his shoulder. Harry watched in complete shock, but when he turned back, he was met with confused faces.

“What’s the big deal?” Ron asked.

“Can’t handle affection, Harry?” Hermione teased.

Harry shook his head so hard that his glasses slipped down the bridge of his nose. “No, you don’t get it. I have never seen them act like that before. On the pitch, they seem like colleagues at best, and that’s when they’re not at each other’s throats.”

“I dunno.” Ron shrugged. “They all seemed pretty smashed; maybe it’s a one time thing.”

“So smashed they became different people?” Harry retorted, finally adjusting his glasses and returning to his essay. But he didn’t even write a word before Hermione spoke.

“Are you really that blind?”

Harry and Ron looked at her, then each other, then her again. She asks them a version of this question almost every day, and they still haven’t come up with a response. So the boys stare at Hermione, waiting for her to just tell them what she knows.

She sighs. “They’re going out.” She said in the most obvious, matter-of-fact tone. Yet it still blew Harry’s mind. “Have been since we’ve started at Hogwarts, I think. They probably just keep it off the pitch.” 

“Then why are they always fighting?”

“Harry, you know they’re both mad about Quidditch.” Ron said. “Besides, Fred and George say they mainly do it to get the other worked up.”

Ron’s friends looked at him curiously. “Worked up?”

“Yeah.”

“For what?”

“Dunno.” The redhead shrugged. “They never said. But I have a feeling them going upstairs like that has something to do with it.”

***