#(the whiplash was hard also because i still had on my face a huge grin from the “hi this is the prince of barrow lord of the slieve bloom”

[mellowlow]

noooooooo not the monkey!!!

[1987vampire]

Proxies x reader NSFW HCs

alot of these scenes will actually most likely end up in this story im writing lmao, so stick around if you want to see them fleshed out

Let's get the obvious beginner out of the way.

Toby is a tits man, Brian likes ass, and Tim is happy with whatever (he likes tits more he just doesn't want to be rude)

Now, let's start with Toby

Toby is the most submissive bottom you will meet in your life.

Has slipped a bit too far into subspace a few times, and you've had to stop immediately once you realized.

Motherfucker just wants to be dommed and dommed hard. Just tell him what to do, please.

Has the biggest fucking mommy kink (which contributes to his love for tits because the motherfucker will lavish those bitches like no other when given the chance)

Also has the biggest praise kink you will ever see. Has came embarrassingly fast because you called him your good boy.

99 percent of his knowledge of sex comes from porn so,, he's going to have to be retaught most everything.

Has definitely groped your tit too hard on multiple occasions because he thought it was the right thing to do.

Surprisingly good learner, though. Just wants to make you happy.

He's the best one for quickies out of all of them only because he cums extremely fast while still prioritizing you.

(He makes up for how fast he cums by how many times he can do it. Motherfucker will paint you white all over before his body gives out. Plus, his CIPA makes it to where he can't feel the burning in his legs as he fucks you for hours. Has literally kept going until his body gave out because you wanted him to.)

All the boys have very specific thoughts on oral. Toby will give or receive, whichever makes you happier, but when he's allowed to go down on you, it's like you're his last meal.

It's one of the only time's he'll disobey your commands because it doesn't matter if you've already came three times??? He's still eating, lady, shhh.

Tried to dom one (1) time. Not doing that again. Dude started crying half-way through because he thought he was hurting you and your feelings by ordering you around.

You had to pause and take a bath with him afterwards while he calmed down. He spent half the bath blubbering into your neck and apologizing more times than you could count.

Now, Brian is the exact opposite of Toby.

You asked to try and let him be the bottom a single time and he fucked you so hard you couldn't walk the next day.

A little shithead who loves blowjobs. Will give you head, but much prefers you on your knees with him stuffed so far in that he’s tapping the back of your throat and you’re gripping his thighs while he uses you for nothing more than his pleasure in the moment. 

Will mix degradation in with praise like he's been doing it his entire life. Has given you whiplash multiple times because of it.

He's so loud, too. Toby is whiny and begs, but this dude is in your ear with low grunts and groans, his voice spilling the foulest words he can think of.

Has you seeing stars while mumbling into your neck shit like "your pretty little pussy's taking me so well - like you were built to be my cocksleeve. Just a cumslut who takes whatever I give you. Look at you, all fucked out of your mind, pretty little baby. Can't wait to paint your fuckin' insides. It's what whores like you deserve."

He's also the best at aftercare, though. You normally have to take care of Toby after, and Tim does jack shit unless needed.

Brian, though, has his dresser packed with shit to take care of you with after. Will bathe you, dress you, tell you little reassurances, make sure you're okay.

He's also best at knowing when to stop. He can sense your hesitation as if he's the one feeling it.

Because of his dirty mouth, he's had to break off sessions early a few times. The biggest was when you started crying halfway through him fucking you missionary, and not the kind of crying he liked (because let's be real, this motherfucker loves to see you cry and beg to cum.)

He had called you a whore a few too many times through the session, and you had taken it a bit too close to heart (it was something that hit a bit harder than needed since you were dating multiple men at once.)

He spent the whole night cuddling you and reassuring you that he didn't really mean it. He loved you, they all did, it was just for the roleplay. "Stop crying, pretty baby, we're okay. I'm not actually mad. Let me see a smile, c'mon, doll."

Also, let me mention that because y'all are so fucking loud, Tim has banged on the door quite a few times trying to get you to calm down.

Tim made the mistake of grumbling to himself during dinner one time in front of you and Brian that 'you're so fucking loud it sounds like you're recording a goddamn porno in there.'

If you hadn't been choking on your food so hard, you might have noticed the sly grin that crossed Brian's face, though it was brought back later when he ended up filming you quite a few times from that night. It wouldn't be posted anywhere - fuck that, you were theirs, and no one else's.

(he did accidentally share a video of you cumming to the group chat all four of you were in on accident while sending cute pictures of the two of you. The mortification of hearing your moans come through the speaker of Toby's phone while he stared at it dumbfounded was enough for you to not talk to Brian for a whole week. It didn't matter if they had seen you like that before, it was still embarrassing!)

(Brian didn't tell you that the other two - Tim especially - had been sent worse videos than that.)

SPEAKING OF TIM.

Let's get started with this man. Tim is the laziest motherfucker known to man but it is nice. 

Really, he’s not lazy, he’s just tired a lot, and he doesn’t want to put the effort in the fuck you senseless when you’ve got two others for that. 

He prefers sleepy fucking where you’re both half-out-of-it and breathless. He enjoys both of you on your sides with him spooning you, his hips moving just enough to give enough friction for the both of you to cum after a while. You can and will fall alseep right after with him still buried inside of you.

Speaking of, what’s the best way to get y’all’s sexual tension out while still being lazy (besides just making you ride him which he does very often) ? Cockwarming. 

He won’t even just do it in bed when it’s the two of you. He’s shimmied his pants down just enough for his cock to slip out and pushed your panties aside (since you were only wearing an oversized shirt and underwear. I mean, what did you think would happen?) and made you sit on him in the middle of the living room while the other two were lounging around, too distracted to notice. 

However, if someone does notice (Especially in the beginning because you were horrible at hiding your flushed cheeks and heavy breathing from understimulation) he would not hide it.

“H-hey, y/-y/n, what’s-sss-s with the f-fa-face?” Toby had asked innocently one night while you were all watching TV together. You knew Tim was smirking behind you as he lifted the hem of the big shirt just enough to let Toby know what was going on. Boy blushed so hard and covered his eyes, smacking his face harshly in the process, and Tim and Brian snickered (because of course Brian already knew.)

Cockwarming also means that the second you finally - finally - start fucking, it’s over for the two of you in less than a minute, your fingers clawing at him as you finally get your release after hours. (the longest he’s made the two of you wait was four hours because we’re watching Toby’s favorite movies, we can’t interrupt him, now can we, darlin’?’

He’s also a huge fan of facesitting. Not the biggest fan of receiving blowjobs only because it makes him feel too vulnerable, but he could have you sit on his face for hours and not complain, his hands gripping your ass tight enough to leave bruises as he laved his tongue over your clit over and over. 

The only - only - times Tim has fucked you rough was when it wasn’t even really him. You had been half-asleep with your back to him one time as he rutted into you slowly when you suddenly felt yourself flipped so you were ass up with your face being pushed into the mattress, his hips jutting at a speed you didn’t know he could reach.

You didn’t even have to look back to know that Masky - his alter that didn’t show himself too often around you - had taken over. 

During getting fucked that time by Masky, you ended up so deep in subspace, trying to please the man you didn’t get too see that often that you let him him rip orgasm after orgasm from you until you couldn’t think straight and you entered a space where all you felt was pleasure, and you couldn’t even see straight.

You were brought out of it by Tim pressing a cold rag to your forehead, whispering sweet nothings to you as he tried to get you to come to, apologizing profusely for letting it happen. You had just grinned and - though your voice was thoroughly fucked up from screaming - told him to let Masky know he could do that again any time. Tim had gotten so flustered that he walked out of the room for a few minutes. 

Speaking of alters real quick.

Tim and Brian are the only ones to have them - Masky and Hoody respectfully, of course - and they come out around you very little. Hoody comes out more than Masky though, and you can tell the difference in how quiet Brian will get. 

Hoody and Masky have fucked you both separately and together (so have Tim and Brian but we’ll get to that in a second)

Masky loves you ass and prefers to have you in doggystyle over anything while Brian’s love for blowjobs is only intensified in his alter who will have you gagging on him until you almost pass out. He’ll give you a moment to breathe in just a second, just hold on a little longer, okay?

Hoody is almost always silent besides grunts that let him communicate with Masky. This is apparent even when you’re not fucking, and the three of you have to teach yourselves how to decipher the man’s made up language. 

Masky is quiet too, but will grumble to himself more than anything, calling you the worst name’s he can think of while he slams into you so hard that you don’t even have to move yourself to give Hoody a proper blowjob, his grip on your hips and force of his thrusts are enough to have you bouncing back and forth quickly. 

It’s not like you could really move anyways, not when Masky’s picking you up by your thighs and holding your hips up as he plows into you.

They love spitroasting but have definitely done double penetration even if you complain that you’re not prepped. Who cares? You’re obviously ready for it, look at you already cumming even though they haven’t moved. 

Now, as for threesomes and or foursomes

Nine times out of ten, Toby is too embarrassed to do anything in front of the other two. Maybe if you coax him enough, reassure him that nobody will judge, he might join in for the night, but it’s an incredibly rare occurrence. Watching Brian boss you around is enough to make him squirm. You were supposed to be in change, not him? But there you were with your tongue sticking out as you rolled your hips against Tim, ready to fit either of them in your mouth. The other can always take another hole. 

Toby not wanting to join doesn’t really both the other two though, and though it’s still not as common to have a threesome compared to one on one, Tim and Brian are always ready to share. Especially when you look so pretty whining into the air as you take both of them at once. 

You don’t mind if Brian takes a few photos, right? I mean, just look at you! This is a perfect moment to capture. Ignore the fact that you’re now Tim’s home screen, your pretty tits out in the open as his cock is buried inside of you, Brian’s hand gripping the flesh of your hip. Why wouldn’t he want to see it all the time?

The same applies to them as their alters. Spitroasting is their absolute favorite, though Tim prefers it if you ride him while you slobber all over Brian instead of him having to use his energy to fuck you into oblivion. 

They love double penetration as well, but once they tried to fit both of them in your pussy instead of one in your ass and you came so hard that you passed out. It’s brought out on special occasions after a l o t of prep.

really, overall. you have a boy for whatever mood you're in and you're literally never horny because the second you mention it someone is on top of you.

[thefanficmonster]

My Kind

Corpse Husband x Reader (Female)

Warning: Swearing

Genre: Fluff, RPF (Real Person Fic)

Summary: Having been chosen by the gang to be a guest streamer on today’s stream of Among Us, it’s safe to say Y/N’s super excited but also a bit nervous. The whole of her anxiety gets lifted off her when she meets someone with the exact same vibe as hers - yeah you guessed it.

Requested by @monizzle96 Hi dear! Thank you so much for your wonderful request! I’m so terribly sorry it’s taken me so long to write and post it but here it finally is! I hope you come across it and read it and if so I hope you enjoy it! Love, Vy ❤

This has to be the fiftieth time I’ve checked my setup in the past twenty four hours. But no, I’m definitely not nervous, what are you talking about. Pshhh. Nah, being nervous isn’t in my brand. Plus, what do I have to make me nervous - a group of famous streamers inviting me onto their stream to play Among Us with them because they enjoyed my own streams? Ok yeah, that’s a pretty good reason. Not gonna lie, I almost chucked my phone out of excitement when I received that DM from Toast, telling me they’d picked me to be their guest streamer for today’s date. My stomach was doing somersaults for a good forty-eight hours following that text and then the anxiety slowly started setting in fueled by the expectations they probably have of me.

Don’t get me wrong, I’m not inexperienced in the streaming field, I’ve been a streamer longer than some of the members of Toast’s streamer gang actually. But I never managed to garner that big of a following which I’m honestly quite ok with. I have a modest - ok, maybe larger than modest - following consisting of incredibly loyal fans which I will never stop being grateful for. They are all so respectable of me, my privacy and my boundaries. They know the main rules: no shit-talking in the chat or in any of my comment sections, no bashing other YouTubers in my comments/chat, and most definitely not asking for a face reveal. Fun fact: I didn’t even set up that last rule, they all just collectively know not to ask for it. 

I’ve been keeping my brand pretty low-key to avoid garnering some unwanted attention - some of which I’ve already experienced on certain social media platforms following the full body pictures I posted on there - face not visible of course. I tend to also have my webcam on, facing towards my hands working away on the keyboard sometimes when I stream. I don’t know why people obsess over faceless content creators’ hands, but I appreciate the enthusiasm - it also drives me to do a manicure every now and then which ain’t so bad, self-care and all that you know.

Now, back to the subject of my ridiculous nervousness.

You see, it has layers.

I’m nervous of ‘preforming’ underwhelmingly and I’m nervous of what my own fans will think of the person I will become during this stream. They know me as a super chill and laid-back person, which I am by the way, but they might think I’m putting on a show if I exhibit any nervous gestures/vocabulary. I highly doubt they would, but the possibility is not letting my mind rest. And now that it’s about ten minutes till the stream starts, I’m getting doing my best to calm my nerves.

They are all just people. You know they are super chill too. Just be yourself, that’s why they invited you, because you are yourself on all your streams. They liked you for your personality, humor, maybe even your gaming skills. So chill the hell out and be yourself, damn it!

Easier thought than put into action that’s for sure.

I start my stream five minutes early just so I can vibe with my viewers for a little while before I have to meet the gang. My fans always have a way of injecting me with confidence, they remind me of where I was when I started and how far I’ve come. How much I achieved when I thought I’d be nothing and no one, someone the algorithm would simply overlook. But then they entered my life and I entered theirs and it all became much better than I ever thought it would get to be. I rarely tell myself ‘good job’ for the milestones I’ve reached or the hard work I’ve put into my content, but that’s probably cause I orient myself based on that quote from the movie Whiplash: ‘There are no two words in the English language more harmful than good job’ - simply put, I’m never satisfied with what I do and I always strive to do better. My fans, however, make sure I don’t go overboard with it - always serving as a reminder that I’ve done plenty for myself and others. And that’s what makes an amazing fandom, one I consider family.

Whoa, when did those five minutes fly by?!

Ah shit, here we go. Deep breaths, Y/N you got this.

“Hello!“ I say as I enter the Discord call, subconsciously biting my lower lip, grateful the camera isn’t capturing it. However, I make a mental note to keep my hands steady cause that’s the one part of me people can actually see and the last thing I want is for them to see how much my fingers are trembling.

“Oh hi, Y/N!“ Toast is the first one to greet me, “Welcome to the stream! Thank you so much for accepting our invitation.“

“Thank you for having me and inviting me, Toast. This is a huge deal for me. You guys are basically YouTube legends, this is unreal to me.“ I reply, cringing immediately afterwards because of my fangirl rambling. Great way to make first impressions, Y/N. Bravo.

To be fair, they already have an impression of you. Quit stressing.

Aright, you’ve got a point, me.

“Oh please, we owe all that to our fans. We’re really nothing special. All streamers are almost completely alike, we all owe where we are to the people who helped us make it there - our fans. We’re no legends.“ Toast says, bringing a small smile to my face as well as a light pink blush to my cheeks, “And from what I’ve seen, you yourself have quite the following. And your fans seem to adore you.“

“And I absolutely adore them.“ I chuckle, “They mean the world to me. They are the reason I’m here today.”

“Then we have to give them a special thank you, don’t you think?“ The teasing, familiar giggle, widens my smile - it’s Rae, “Nice to meet you, Y/N! I’m Rae, and, no cap, I’m quite a fan of your content. No joke, I binged your entire series of Resident Evil 7 as soon as I found your channel when Toast said he’d invite you.“

This rattles me a bit. I can hardly believe it - am I really receiving a compliment from an A-list name in the streaming world? My fans must be hella proud of me right now. A quick glance at my chat confirms that they indeed are. That in and of itself fills me with joy and newfound confidence.

“Oh Gosh, thank you so much Rae! That means the world to me. You’re all so sweet.“ I reply, lifting my ice cold hands to cool down my burning cheeks, my lips spread into a grin, my stomach filled with butterflies.

“Oh please, we have some real savages around here.“ A male voice, seemingly Charlie’s scoffs, “Don’t overlook us please.“

“Wait, we do?“ A deep voice, one I immediately know the owner of speaks up, “Who? How come I don’t know about that?“

I can’t help bust snort, “Nice to meet you, Corpse. Sarcasm central, I see.”

He laughs, “Just returning it to where it’s due. Nice to meet you too, Y/N. Sick Outlast series, by the way.“

Ok, wait, I have two A-list streamers complimenting my content. Ok, I’m bound to crack open a few beers to celebrate later cause OH MY GOD.

“Thanks! I’m a horror junkie so I’d be lying if I said I haven’t binge watched all your story-times. Personal favorites are the deep web ones, they fascinate me.“

“Oh, you’re one of my kind even more than I expected, huh?“ He replies, the tone of his voice changing, raising a bit due to what I can only describe as excitement and enthusiasm. “I’ve had people tell me it’s twisted, but I really like seeing the lengths to which the fucked up human mind can go to. Like, the shit I’ve read is insane! Some stories I didn’t narrate cause I would’ve probably had my video taken down, it was that messed up.“

My eyes widen, sharing the same excitement at the thought of digging deeper into this phenomenon, “Careful, Corpse, you’re walking a dangerous line of tempting me to deep-dive on Reddit in search of those exact stories.”

“No need.“ Corpse says, his tone now taking up a bit of a cocky note, “I still got them all saved, I can send them to you no problem.“

“Please do! I seriously gotta read them now. If I can’t sleep afterwards, I’m blaming you, Corpse. Just FYI.“ I say, giggling slightly, finding myself all but completely comfortable now. I wonder where all that anxiety went? 

“Blame fully taken. Given that I’m not much of a sleeper, I’ll keep you company whenever you think there’s a killer hiding in your closet or fear a red room pop-up will appear on your computer screen.“ He replies, chuckling.

“Um, that’s oddly specific.“ Charlie comments, “Been there yourself, buddy?”

“Perhaps.“ Corpse wheezes, getting a laugh out of me too, “I will neither confirm nor deny.“

“You know what, I’ll just private message you my number so if you see it call you at some ungodly hour, you don’t freak the fuck out. Sounds good?“ I ask, already prepping to type it out and send it to him. 

“Perfect. Wait...“ he pauses for a second, sounding puzzled for a second, “You don’t have mine.“

“Oh, do I not?“ I reply with a sinister tone - thought to answer the question, I of course don’t have his number.

“Oh, do you?“ He sasses me right back. “If so then you don’t need me to send it to you. Cool.“

Ah, shit

“Wait, no! I-I need to confirm it’s the correct one!“

Damn, never did I think I’d be complimented by some of the most important streamers on this platform, but to get a number of theirs too? That’s a whole another level that will take me time to process. But I’ll do that another time, right now, I have to kick these people’s butts in Among Us and later I have some deep web stories to read.

Turns out, all it takes to get comfortable in a new surrounding is someone of your kind. And Corpse is definitely one of my kind.

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[aizawabby]

LILY (m)

Pairing: Yakuza!Tamaki Amajiki x florist! Reader

Plot: your flowers were the one thing you loved the most in your life... well it’s in the top ten so you bet your ass that you would scream at anyone who would dare to ruin and it didn’t matter if the person was the biggest mobster around.

Genre: mafia au, florist au , NSFW 18+

word count: 6k

Warnings: slight sub/dom play, soft dom Tamaki, explicit smut, oral(f), vaginal penetration, creampies, mirror sex, choking, no protection (wrap it before you tap it), light spanking, mentions of sucking dick, multiple orgasms, praising ish, fat cock Tamaki, dirty talk, slight mention of blood (I was listening to auralescent while writing the smut)

Disclaimer: this is my first time writing explicit smut so pls if I didn’t any mistakes or need to improve any where pls let me know! Also the art work above is not mine nor do I own any of the bnha/mha characters.

A/n: hello~ this is my first fic in this blog, I really hope you guys like!! I’ve been planning it since a month and got way to lazy to complete it :(

ko-fi

The hot rays of sun burn your skin as you walk out of your flower shop for the 10th time today to display your flowers letting them get sunlight. Regretting not putting on sunscreen before leaving home, you whipped the sweat off your face and smiled at the aesthetic you created in front of your flower shop.

It truly was beautiful.

Satisfied with your work you were ready to go back into the air conditioned store. As you neared the glass door, a loud thud noise that came from the background making you flinch. Praying as you turned around you hoped that whatever caused that thud had nothing to do with your flowers and it was just the neighbors cat, Ginger, who had once again jumped over the garbage bin and toppled it over.

You sighed in relief when you saw that your flowers were still intact. Just when you were about to go back a man with a white cloak tripped over your vases not paying attention while running ruining all your hard work.

The man laying on the ground looked at your angry face and seemed like he was about to cry, but you didn’t care right now. You were furious, all your hard work has gone to waste just because one person didn’t pay attention to where he was going.

Getting off the ground he noticed how you were about to start to scream at him, quickly got up and started apologizing.

“Look here sir, apologizing isn't going to do shit for my flowers nor is it going to clean up this mess so I suggest you t-” just as you were about to finish your sentence you felt him grip your wrist and pull you into your store.

‘What the hell’ you thought as you looked up at your captive, he pushed you on to a corner wall where no one could see you, his one hand on your mouth keeping you from making any noise while the other was near your head trapping you from the outside world.

If you weren’t being kidnapped in your own store you would’ve been very much aroused by the situation.

Having let your only staff member go on their lunch break, leaing you alone with your captor was not helping your situation either. Even if you scream for help no one would come to your rescue.

Your captor must have felt your gaze as he looked your way and then looked away once again a blush creeping on his cheeks.

What the hell? Why is he blushing

You continued to study his features so that you will be able to memories them in case he decides to do something, only if you were left alive.

damn he’s cute

You watched him as he kept shifting his gaze from you and the window, curious to what he was eyeing, you peered your eyes out the window to see some pro-hero, whose name you couldn't remember, along with some police officers gathered together holding a piece of paper which seemed like a sketch, showing it to civilians that walked past them.

Since your hearing quirk wasn't going to help you get free you thought it might be useful to hear what the heroes were saying.

“Have you seen this man?” one of them asked “please if you do call the police station right away”. The hero held out a picture. It was your capture.

Holy shit

You let out a quiet gasp at the information discovered, your capture hearing the sudden noise turned towards you once again, his gaze unreadable.

He masked his emotions so you wouldn't be able to tell how nervous he was staying within such close proximity with you. Something he learned pretty early, since in his line of work showing any type of emotions was a weakness.

The sweet smell of your perfume that was helping calm his nerves, was making him lose focus on the tasks at hand. Finding an opening to escape without the pros seeing him.

God how did he want to bury his head is the crook of your neck a- his train of thoughts broke as he felt you try to wiggle out of his grasp.

He glared at you, eyes dark and menacing seeding chills to your spine, he was about to lean closer when the pro-hero left their post and started walking towards their new location.

‘That was close’, he thought

He freed your mouth and placed it on the hand on the other side of your head trapping you. “W-who are you?” you managed to say, he looked you in the eye “Suneater,”.

Thank god for the wall that was supporting you because you were sure that you would've fell on the floor because how much your knees had been wobbling out of fear and being so close with this very handsome man who happens to be the biggest mafia leader of Tokyo.

You blankly stared at him as the headlines from several news articles popped in your head about the man holding you captive, opening your mouth to say-no to beg for your life, this is definitely not the way you imagined yourself dying.

“I” you breathe out watching as the man leaves from his spot, freeing you.

‘is he getting some torture weapon? Is this because i screamed at him omg me and my stupid big mouth’ as your mind filled with gruesome thoughts when all of a  sudden cough broke your trans, you whipped your head to the noise almost getting whiplash from the sudden movement.

It was him.

He stood awkwardly in the middle of the room, his head hung low looking at his shoes as if they were much more interesting than you. He rubbed his palms together and was saying something under his breath. It almost seemed like he was...shy

What the hell is up with this guy?

“I… um… i am sorry for that” wide eyed and mouth agape you watched the man who once looked so frightening you nearly passed out from fear was now stumbling on his words as he apologized to you.

‘God i need to talk to my therapist after this, if i get out of this’

He lifted his head, his eyes barely noticeable as they stayed hidden due to the length of his hair. “I… I am s-s-sorry for putting you through this mess. I-it's just because, you see I didn't mean to, it's just that” he paused, he looked as if he were about to cry. What does one do in this situation? Do you go and console him for kidnapping you in your own store?

Confused, you stayed still, scanning him to look for some weapons he can use on you, eyes stopped at his trembling hands.

He’s bleeding

Once again mumbling something under his breath he continued “ you see, some people are looking for me, a-and because of some… things, that's why i ended up bumping into you, i-i didn't mean to knock down your flowers, you see i was just in such a hurry and needed a place to hide that i brought you here” he explained his situation.

He looked back at you waiting for you to respond,

“Are you gonna kill me?” he looked at you even more panicked than before almost like he was disgusted at the sheer thought “oh no no no no” he frantically moved his arms telling you no.

“Good, because i know how to fight” you lied, but seeing how scared he is you began to question whether this man actually was the notorious yakuza you heard about on the news.

Maybe he was the weak twin no one knew about

Your legs finally regained their strength and you leaned off the wall, and walked past Suneater as you disappeared in one of the rooms in the back of your shop.

“Are you coming?” your head peered from the room as you waved your hand at him to come.

‘What are you doing?!? Inviting a yakuza in your safe place’ you thought, while one part of your mind told you to run, the other told you to stay you were conflicted.

Your thoughts were interrupted when you heard Suneater enter the room, without turning around, you pointed at the chair, “sit” said a little more sternly than you wanted to. Confused at the sudden change in your demeanor, he raised an eyebrow at you, why did you want him here with you when you knew his truth. Anyone with the slightest of common sense would call the police right now, yet you stayed calm.

“Look” you turned around, tiered “ if your not gonna kill me then let me help you with your injury”

‘injury? What injury?’

He looked down at his hand feeling a sting. There was a deep cut, most likely from when he knocked over your flowers ‘oh’ his palm was covered in blood.

He sat down at the designated seat waiting for you, closing his eyes letting the sweet and earthy smell of the flowers fill his nostrils, calming his senses.

                                *     *      *

“Hey did you even listen to a word I said?” Tamaki lifted his head from his palm, “hmm?”. The spiky red head grunted, rubbing his hands on his face tired of his boss being so distracted.

“What’s gotten into you, man?” he questioned, Tamaki innocently looked at him as if he did nothing.

Truth was he was bored, he knew the plan they had went over it a millions of times heck he was the one who made it in the first place.

“Nothing Kirishima, I heard you, ” he said, moving his gaze to where he was looking before, Kirishima followed the direction in which he was looking and spotted you.

You were out in the scorching sun, moving huge pots of flowers around the front of your store.

Grinning he looked back at his superior “why are you looking at me like that” Tamaki said, not liking the way Kirishima smiled at him, he knew something.

“You got a crush don’t ya boss?” Kirishima proceeded to repeatedly poke his bosses arm, annoying him.

“fuck of” Tamaki flustered, turned around avoiding Krishima’s graze, maybe he did have a small crush.

“hey boss” Kirishima scooted his chair closer to Tamaki “after our mission why don’t ya go get her number hmm? Who knows you might even get a date” he said grabbing his bosses shoulder and shaking it as he told him to man up.

                                 *     *      *

He broke out of thoughts feeling the pads of your fingers linger over his palm.

“Is this okay?” you kneeled in front of him, placing the safety kit on your lap concentrating on the task at hand.

“Y-yeah” you looked up, worrying that you might have hurt him accidentally, instead of seeing him wince in pain you were faced with a blushing yakuza.

Not knowing how to react you quickly lower your gaze and continue working on the task at hand.

“You're good at this,” he was the first to speak, breaking the silence.

“Huh, oh yeah i guess,” you let out a nervous laugh, “I used to volunteer as a nurse in hospitals back when I was in college, at one point in my life i wanted to become a doctor or nurse, to help people like pro-heroes did but then i lost interest in the subject and started to like other things so i opened up a flower shop,” you bit your lip realizing you might have over shared, “sorry that was to much wasn't it?” he smiled.

Shaking his head no, he looked at you warmly making you feel weird inside. As the two of you continued to talk, you learned more about him, nothing too personal but enough to make you feel like maybe just maybe you were starting to become friends.

“Alright all done, Tamaki” giving him a bright smile as you got up. He looked at his bandaged hand, smiling “Thank you, Y/n”. He got up from his seat, bidding you goodbye after apologizing for the inconvenience he caused, and walked towards the front door.

“Wait Tamaki!!!” you ran towards the front door hoping he hadn't left already, opening the door you called out for him once again, he stops and turns to look at you, confused as to why you called him.

“Y/n? What happened, are you okay?” he waited for you to catch your breath “yeah i'm fine i just,, i wanted to give you something” the tips of your ear started to burn as you felt a blush creep in, you handed him a purple lily.

Dumbstruck at the present he stayed quiet, smiling shyly as he reached for the purple flower, his fingers grazing you for a second, blushing he thanked you for the gift “ but why?” he asked, finally gaining the confidence to look at you.

You were smiling softly, a light blush spread on your cheeks “it reminded me of you,” you looked at him “and it's pretty like you” you said mentally cursing at yourself for voicing your inner thoughts, and for blushing harder.

Before the tomato looking man could say anything else, you ran back into your shop waving him goodbye.

                                  *     *      *  

Six months ago today, you were ‘kidnapped’ by the notorious Suneater. Your life hasn’t changed much since, you still wake up everyday at 8 am, you still drink the same type of coffee, and you still come back home at 8 pm.

But there was one thing that was significantly different, everyday at noon Tamaki would present himself in front of your store.

At first, it started with him coming to your shop, waiting outside debating whether he was coming in or not.

You would stay in the back of your cash register, listening to him mumbling to himself “common just go say hi that’s all you can do! Common just like you did with kirishima” you giggled.

But without a word he would leave. Disappointed you waited for the next day, maybe then he’ll talk to you.

The next week, he finally came in the store, (with the push of a spiky redhead) he wandered around before picking up a single rose, and came to the cash.

Ever since that day, he started to come more often and stayed longer talking to you about everything and nothing.

Slowly, his visits at the store became more constant just like his presence in your life.

“Are you here to buy something or to see me?” you winked at him going in the store, leaving a flustered indigo haired man behind.

He followed you inside, taking a deep breath calming his racing heart.

“Do you like me?” you asked casually as you picked up boxes from the front desk. Eyes wide Tamaki looked at you and gulps nervously before speaking “I-um I...w-well actually”

‘Fuck was I that obvious?’ He mentally screams at himself.

You laugh at his panicked expression “I’m just kiddin Tama, you don’t need to worry, come on help me with these boxes” you say grabbing his hand drawing circles trying to calm him, but it didn’t. It made him even more red and made his heart beat so fast he thought it was going to come out of his chest.

And sometime along the way, you had begun to fall for him too.

                                 *     *      *

Breaking you out of your day dream you felt a strong grip on your shoulder, you grabbed the intruders hand and twisting your body as fast you could ready to attack.

You lowered your hard after seeing your crush.

“Not bad, Y/n” he showed you the bag of food he was holding “you’ve improved I’m impressed” Tamaki said pressing his hand on your lower back pushing you towards the front door of your apartment complex.

Oh yeah you had also started to take self defense lessons from Tamaki once he found out about your bluff about knowing how to fight. From that day he took it upon himself to teach you how to defend yourself in case you were abducted by another Yakuza.

“Didn’t you have a meeting today with the Kyoto group?” you opened the door to your small apartment where you guys would often hang out “how did it go” you asked taking off your shoes.

“It was alright i guess, they wanted to make a deal” he spoke calmly and went to set the table for the two of you. You hummed at his answer without further questioning him because nothing good ever comes with dealing with the Mafia.

The two of you silently enjoyed the Takoyaki brought by Tamaki.

“Can you pass me a napkin?” you observed as he manifested a tentacle thanks to his quirk and handed you a napkin.

“Hey Tama” you rested your chopstsicks on your place, resting your head on your palm looking at him as he was midway of putting an octopus ball into his mouth, he hummed in response telling you to continue.

“With your quirk you can manifest everything you eat right?” nodding he put another ball into his mouth “so can you…” you wiggled in your seat regretting what you were about to ask, but you needed an answer it was a question that kept you up during many sleepless nights.

Confused at your sudden shyness he lifted an eyebrow at you, this was very out of character for you since you were usually pretty blunt “c-can you make your semen taste like chocolate?”

Tamaki choked on his food, spitting it out looking at you with a horrified face, you scoot closer to him waiting for his answer. Unable to look at you in the eyes he raised his head looking at the ceiling rubbing his hands on his face trying to calm the rush of heat he was feeling. “Taaaammmakii” you whined, tugging on his arm like a child begging him to answer you, he looked at you opening his mouth but then closing it going beet red.

“Ohhh did you do it” you giggled as he blushed even harder and hid his face in his hands and you laughed harder.

                                 *     *      *

“what are we watching tonight?” Tamaki walked into your living dressed in gray sweatpants and a black shirt sitting on your sofa, poking you with his left foot.

It wasn’t often that you got to see Tamaki dress so casually due to his job most of the time he would wear expensive suits (which made him look very hot) but there was something about him dressing down that made your heart flutter.

It was nights like these you loved the most, nights when you do nothing but stay up all night watching movies still you passed out cuddling against Tamaki.

“hmm I don’t know” pouting as you looked through your nail polish wondering which color you should paint them next. Tamaki smiled and pointed towards the purple bottle.

“Then how about” he scanned through the list of shows and movies “this” he said finally stopping at Avatar the last air bender.

While one would expect Tamaki’s attention to be at the screen in front of him watching the show he picked out it wasn’t. He was much more interested watching you paint your nails. He watched as you stuck your tongue out while concentrating on not to make a mess.

She’s so cute

“didn’t you go for lunch with your friends today?” He asked his eyes glued to the tv, mouth slightly agape.

“oh yeah I did, it was fun” he hummed and laughed at something Soka said. “My friends kept asking me if we’re together yet” you laughed at the memory of your friends teasing to finally confess your feelings for the man.

“then why don’t we” not paying attention to what he was saying he continued to watch tv.

Wide eyed he looked at you when it finally hit him you looked back at him in shock from the sudden confession“i ..i mean if you want you haha” he panicked.

Grinning as you got up from your spot on the floor you climbed onto his lap. Tamaki’s face burned a deep shade of red as he tried his hardest to sink his head into the couch wanting it to swallow him whole.

“Hey tama look at me” you brought a hand to his cheeks caressing it softly, making him look at you as you leaned onto him giving him a kiss.

“I like you” he breathes out as you pull away from the kiss smiling at each other “will you go out with me?”.

You rest your forehead on his, catching your breath you nod “yes I will” he holds you tighter holding your body next to his never wanting to let you go.

“Can I kiss you?” he whispers, his lips brushing up against yours, you nod “i'll be mad if you didn't”

He captured your lips in a delicate kiss. The kiss slowly escalated, becoming more rough as he pushed his tongue in your mouth. His wet muscle exploring every nook of your mouth as you submit to him, soft moans erupt from your throat as he grabs your boob giving it a squeeze.

“Oh fuck” he moans grabbing your hips pressing it harder on his crotch as you continued to grind against him.

“Someone’s excited” you smirk against his neck making it, as you grab his clothed dick gasping at size. He was big.

Stopping your movements, he stared into your eyes softly, his hand coming to caresses your face “ are you okay with this if not we don’t need to go further” he reassured. Smiling, you took his hand and kissed it, “I want it Tamaki, I want you.”

He pulled your shirt over your head throwing somewhere in the room, eyes lingering on the lace white bra. His hand was quick to go back on your breast, squeezing it with such an eagerness that just made you wetter by seconds. Taking off the bra, he grabbed your left tit. Soon, your nipple was engulfed by his mouth, he eagerly sucked it letting the tip of his tongue roll around, making you release another moan as you grab his hair pulling him up attaching his lips with yours.

Tamaki’s tongue was back in you, eyes closed as he enjoyed the warm and sweetness of your mouth. He held your hips, lifting you up heading towards your bedroom.

Amajiki hovered over you, smiling softly, he leaned in sealing lips with yours; peppering your skin with his soft kisses and marking you all the way to your breast. His hand finally finding the soft flesh, he gave it a squeeze as his lips came in contact with your areola, you let a breathy moan as his tongue worked on teasing your erect nipples while his other hand massaged the other in pleasurable manner.

He lifted his head from your chest, leaving a trail of kisses all the way to your aching core. Spreading your thighs open, kissing the soft flesh slowly, he teasingly nips at your inner thigh marking you, ignoring the place you wanted him the most.

You grind your hips in the air, hoping it will get his attention, you whimper as he rubs circles on your clit over your underwear finally feeling some relief, you feel the cold air hit your wet core as he slides it off your legs.

“You’re so wet, bunny” he hummed in approval as he twirled his finger in your wetness, content that he was able to make you feel this good. “I bet you taste good too ” he murmures, his eyes darkening with lust, he props your legs into his wide shoulder.

Unable to wait any longer to taste you, he lowered his face to your folds, the feeling of his mouth on your lips, moaning as you pulled his hair telling him to continue. He moaned into you sending vibration to your core, he squeezed your thighs to signal that he understood, he ran his tongue along your dripping slit and plunged his tongue past you lips and shallowly thrusting it inside until he was lapping up your juices with fervor while you arched your back as you moaned his name “you taste so fucking good, bunny” he moaned as he grinned his hips on the mattrest revealing his arousal.

Addicted to the slight bitter but sweet taste that he continued to eat you with more force.

“Ohhhh fuck fuck fuck” your legs trembled.

He knew you were close, slowly he slipped the first finger in, your walls warm and welcoming clenched his finger as he pumped it in, adding another right after. His mouth finding your clit, sucking the sensitive bud, sending pleasure coursing through your body.

“A-amajiki don’t stop” your toes curl at the sensation of his fingers curling inside you, you breathlessly moan your mind going blank as pleasure takes over. Pulling on his hair as his mouth works on your clit while his fingers work their magic, overwhelmed by the pleasure you felt from your lower stomach tightening, “Amajiki… i'm gonna-” before you can finish your sentence you feel the third finger slid in, you roll your eyes back feeling your walls stretch “Oh god, Tamaki”

Tamaki grinds his hips harder at the sounds coming out of your lips, his rock hard cock twitch in sweatpants “fuck” he groaned into your heat fingers slicked with your juices as he worked them in and out of you and lapped your sweet juices with his tongue “I love when you say my name,”.

“T-tama” you moaned bucking your hips on his face in search of release. Only a few moments later you came hard, with his face between your thighs and into his mouth. Your vision blurred as felt Tamaki continue to eat out even after cuming so hard. “Amajiki” you tried to get out of his grasp telling him that you’re too sensitive, he didn't move. He stayed there till you felt another wave of pleaser hit and you came into his mouth.

You were panting hard, your chest rising and falling as you felt euphoria, you watched Amajiki get up from his position between your thighs, get up to kiss you, you tasted yourself on his lips moaning as you felt his boner poking your inner thigh.

He pulls away from the kiss, whining at the loss of contact eyes following him as he gets off the bed. You watch him as he takes off his sweatpants revealing his black boxers which had a wet patch at the tip of his dick, drooling at the outline of his fat cock you imagined having it in your mouth fucking your troat till you became sore.

You get on your knees and start to crawl to where Tamaki was standing, pulling his briefs down until you were met with his painfully erect cock. Licking your lips you looked at him “can i suck your dick” he grabs your chin giving you a peck on the lips “sure, but not now” he says as he backs you up on the bed, laying you down as he starts to nip at your jaw “i wanna be inside you first” he whispers in your ear.

Tamaki separates your legs with his knee, placing himself between your thighs, stroking his dick as he brushes the head of his cock your wet centre. “Amaji-ah” you feel his tip rub against your entrance, but then backing away with flushed cheeks “baby… do you have any condoms” he rubs the back of his neck. It was moments like these where you would question how this man was a mafia leader.

Wrapping your arms around his neck you pull him on top of you kissing him, “its okay im on the pill” you say kissing his face. He aligned himself with your dripping core, his length sliding against your folds and getting coated by your arousal. You shudder, hearing him grunt as he inserts his tip in, stretching you out. He then thrust his length in you, grunting as he felt your wall squeeze around him, once completely in he stayed still letting you adjust to his size, since he was on the bigger side.

You moaned, biting his shoulder as you felt him stretch out your walls, you felt full. “ oh no baby are you okay?” Tamaki cooed still inside of you as he whipped tears from your face “should we stop? Does it hurt?” It wasn't the first time that he had to pull out because he was too big during sex, as he got ready to pull out, you wrapped your legs around his waist kepping him in place “Tama i-its okay, it doesnt hurt, you’re just big” you kiss his cheeks giving him a okay to move as you grip his shoulders” as he slowly began to move.

“Fuck youre so tight baby, you feel so f-fucking good” he let out a groan thrusting even deeper in you.

“Holy shit, your pussy feels so good” he moans in your mouth, picking up the pace. Your mouth drops open and you watch his brow furrow as he slips deeper into you, and fills you up. He continues to push until he finally bottoms out, he pants out a heavy breath that he's been holding out. Your eyes flutter but you fight to keep them open, and your arms wrap around his torso to grip his back.

“oh god Amajik” you moan, hips moving to match his thrust “feels so good”

“Yeah?” he pants out, moving at a steady pace, and you nod in response.

Admiring how he looks on top you, lips pink and swollen from your kisses parted as soft moans and grunts pass them. His eyes dark, looking at you with insatiable hunger that told you that he was holding back.

“Amajiki harder” you whimper, “fuck me harder.”

He pauses for a second, studying your face to make sure he was hearing this well. His breath stuttered before he let out a shaky breath.Then his hands gripped your hips in a bruising hold and he started snapping his hips as hard as he could into yours.

Your eyes roll back at the force of his hips slapping against yours. His nails dug into your supple skin and it stung but you didn’t bother to care because the feeling of him stroking along your sensitive walls was too overwhelming.

“Fuck baby” he gruffly let’s put “you’re making me feel so good”

Clenching around his words, you feel more of your juices coating him as he fucks you harder into the mattress.

“You like it?” he pants “ is my cock making you feel good, baby”

You nod. You couldn’t speak properly, not with the way his hips seemed to increase their speed and hit you deeper with each thrust.

“Use your words, bunny” he grunts into your ear. He releases your hips in favor of gripping your thighs, pausing to shift onto his knees and have a better handle of you and angle his hips just right. “You love it don’t you? You love it when I fuck you with my cock?”

“Yes” you moan “i love it, i love your cock”

“Your close aren’t you? I can feel the way you keep clenching around my cock,”

“Oh god I’m close tama, don’t stop” you say when the thrust abruptly stops when he pulls out of you, and you whimper in shock and desperation. But he doesn’t allow you a second to question him before he’s gripping your hips and flipping you onto your stomach lifting your ass up. He spanks your ass and you squeal in surprise but it morphs into a moan when he shifts your hips to position himself behind you properly. He’s slipping inside you with ease, and you’re back where you left off.

Trailing a hand from your back, all the way to your head he gripped your hair, pulling your head back to capture lips with his.

His mouth on your neck kissing his way to your ear, nibbling on it before he continued spewing filthy phrases in your ear that had you whining in blinding pleasure.

“You're taking it so well, baby. Now be a good girl and cum on my cock” he pants in your ear.

His hand finds your engorged clit, rubbing vigorously as he snapped his hips faster. Your mouth dropped open but no sounds came out, your voice was gone as you felt the pleasure rapidly increasing and the heat in your tummy growing larger and larger until it finally exploded.

“oh tamaki” you moaned “ fuck, I’m cumming.” You called out his name breathlessly as if it was a mantra as you felt yourself come undone all over him.

Amajiki groaned, fucking you through your orgasm, chasing after his own. After a few deep thrusts he stops and gripping your hips as he feels himself shooting his release in you.

He stays inside for a while and you feel him kiss on your along your spine, whispering soft nothings. He pulls out leaving you feeling empty.

Unable to move your body, you let yourself fall into the mattress resting your head on your pillow.

“Tired” you hear tamaki leaning against the headboard of your bed. He pulls your limp body making you hover over his lap, your back against his chest “but i'm not done with you baby” he bites your shoulder, rubbing the head of his cock on your entrance lubricating it with both of your juices.

“Yeah that’s right watch yourself as I fuck you” he says starring right at you through the mirror. You watched him as he slipped himself inside you with ease.

He held your hips keeping you in place as you watched his length disappear in you with each hard thrust.

“Oh my god” your moan feeling the tip of his cock hitting your g-spot. “Are you gonna cum baby?” Amajiki grunts going faster, you nod grabbing his thighs to help you steady as you start to move your hips to match his pace as you feel your 4th orgasm approach.

“Look at you bouncing on my dick like a good little slut” he growled in your ear, his hands wrapped around your throat choking you “come for me slut” with a couple more thrust both of you came undone.

Breathing heavily as you calmed from your high, you got off his lap and sat beside him leaning on the headboard.

You looked ahead seeing both of your reflections in the mirror; cheeks flushed and swollen lips.

Tamaki turned towards you smiling as he caressed your face leaning for a kiss.

“You're amazing, you know that?” you smiled at him, finding him adorable in his fucked out state.

“So are you,” you said, returning the kiss.

Tamaki gets off the bed and goes to the bathroom to get something to clean both of you up. You manage to keep your eyes open, smiling as you see Tamaki’s naked butt as he leaves the room. Reaching out your hand imagining to squish it.

You close your eyes letting the sleep take you over when you something cold on your inner thighs opening your eyes only to see Tamaki cleaning you off.

You feel the bed dip from Tamaki’s weight, you turn around laying on your back facing your lover. Smiling at him you wrap your arms around him and bury your head in the crook of his neck inhaling his sent mixed with sweat and sex.

“You're gonna be sore tomorrow” he places a kiss on the crown of your head “don't blame me for it though it was you who wanted it” he tries to mimic your moans from earlier. “Shut up” you say playfully slapping his chest he let out a low chuckles holding you tighter ready to let sleep take over.

[kyeomunism]

Journal of the Bruised || Sirius Black

Pairing: Sirius Black x Fem!Reader

Marauders Era

Word Count: 2.9k

Summary: In which Sirius gets fascinated by the spitfire witch after reading her hopes and goals in a research journal.

Warnings: slight wounds, swearing, anxious thoughts, mentions of toxic parents, suggestive flirting, making out, me abusing my prompts I'm supposed to use for twelve different fanfics... (i think that's it, please tell me if I missed something.)

y/h/c=your hair color

y/l/n=your last name

y/n=your name (or just yeen:))

︵‿︵‿︵ʚ˚̣̣̣͙ɞ・༺❀༻・ ʚ˚̣̣̣͙ɞ︵‿︵‿︵

You carefully step over some gigantic vines as you stroll around the forbidden forest. With a journal on your hand, wand in your pocket, and the bright moonlight over your head, you crouch down to get a closer look at some thorny branches and see a gleaming strand of unicorn hair entangling within it. You carefully save it in your pocket for your potions ingredients collection.

You stand up to get back to the castle without anyone noticing because getting detention would be a blow. You increase your pace, a hoard of centaurs being the least of your woes, considering the distant howls you've been hearing.

Your fear of getting in trouble at Hogwarts is just a result of your parent's high expectations, but you'll risk it for the sake of adding something to your journal. You love going to the woods at night just to pick a rare plant, animal hair, or at lucky nights, beast eggs. The moon is so bright you don't need to pull your wand out to illuminate the path.

Within a heartbeat, a loud thundering howl followed by ground-quaking steps electrify your spine. Instinct tells you to run immediately but the feel of something else's presence just several meters away glues your feet to the ground. You slowly reach for your wand as you turn. There's nothing there, but it feels like you're being watched.

A small rat came running near your direction as you inhale deeply, backing up towards the shadows just in case. A huge stag suddenly appears from where the rat came from, followed by an enthusiastic bear...no wait, you squint hard and could make up a large dog. The howling returns but this time, it's louder and scarier. Shivers overwhelm you as a full size werewolf came out of the shadows. Your free hand fly towards your mouth to stifle your terrified gasp.

You move away but not carefully enough, swearing all of them looked at your direction. The next second, you're running for your life, not daring to look back. All you know is that not only the werewolf is coming your way, but also the stag and the dog, and you don't care why. Nothing else matters as you make efforts not to scream nor show your face. It becomes harder for you through the thorny vines, wincing as the branches sting you.

Nobody can know you've been breaking the rules, not if it means getting many wounds or getting devoured alive. Nobody can know, or else your parents may force you to quit your hobbies and start preparing for work at the ministry. Oh you'd rather be dead than live without your passion.

The fear and panic about your future drives you out of the forest, not realizing until you find yourself catching breaths and applying pressure on wounds. You sit on the ground, listening to the distant howling that nearly became the last thing you heard. You check your pockets, your wand and the unicorn hair is still there.

"Damnit! Where's my journal?" You whisper-shout, bitter expression from your stinging wounds and the years long research now gone. Having the urge to lay there and cry until morning, you have no choice but to sneak back in the castle.

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"Who do you think that bloke was, Prongs?" Sirius asks as they sit beside Remus's hospital wing bed. "Doesn't matter now, does it? Whoever they are, they shouldn't have been idiotic enough to take a walk in the forest during a full moon," James says rather loudly.

"How 'bout you, Moons, who do you bet was it?" Peter pipes up.

"Doesn't matter, I could've killed them, worse, I could've bitten them," Remus says weakly.

Sirius brushes it off with a whole new full-proof plan for the next full moon. Something that Remus doesn't look forward to, but somehow enjoy with his friends' company. The marauders later spends the whole weekday morning in the hospital wing with the food Sirius, James and Peter got from the kitchens. The topics change each moment, until James finds a way to mock Sirius with his failed attempts at flirting with you.

"Just go talk to her!" James says between laughs.

"She doesn't even acknowledge me."

"I don't think so, it was only last quidditch practice when I heard her yell, suck it Black, when you got hit by a bludger." James, Remus and Peter laughs as Sirius's eyes widen.

Before Sirius could retort, "I gotta go prepare for my date with Evans now." James suddenly gets up, hastily messing up his hair and pocketing some sweets as his friends laugh at his ridiculous behavior.

"I'll stay here and finish these," Peter says while munching on some toast.

"I still want to know who's the owner of the journal I found a while ago. You sure you'll be good here, mate?" Sirius asks, to which Remus replies with a nod and goodluck.

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You're trying out spells to hide your puffy eyes from crying throughout dawn, frustratedly healing wounds. You don't want to miss breakfast to avoid suspicion, but it's hard to act normal. You finally look decent enough to your liking, but the potion made from the ingredients in your trunk did not do well on a gash on the back of your right hand, leaving a bruise. You decide to hide it in your Hogwarts robes and eat breakfast quickly.

After breakfast, you find yourself staring at the raven haired boy at the end of the hallway. Not that you expect him to care or notice you, but an inch of hope is still there. His usual unkempt hair that touches his face with such grace is just one of the many things you find attractive about him, but there was something different this time. He was holding a book, a very unusual thing to see since it's weekend.

You gasp as you walk closer in his direction, it's your journal. The thing you poured hardwork on, contains researches, discoveries and a list of dreams that had been ridiculed by your own parents. It was an extension of your soul, and it was being held by the Sirius Black.

He noticed you staring. "What's your deal, y/l/n, did you ran out of ridiculous potions to dye your hair y/h/c?"

You snap back from your thoughts. "Just a near-death experience, Black. And for the record, my hair is naturally y/h/c."

You turn around with a pounding heart. How did he find the journal? Did he read the contents? Was it that embarrassing?

Sirius watched you walk away. What does she mean by near death experience?

He looks at the journal, scans it for the second time since he found it this dawn. It's well-written and perfectly organized. He could swear he had seen the handwriting before, and the initials scribbled at the first page. Sirius decides to follow you to see if his guess is right.

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You sit on a part of the Hogwarts grounds away from other students, having trouble figuring out how did Sirius got your journal.

"You could've just told me this was yours."

You almost got a whiplash with Sirius's voice appearing out of nowhere. You just stared at him, examining his sharp features under the sun.

"What do you want?"

"Do you want this back?" he says, lightly waving the journal in front of you.

With a sigh, you spoke softly, "yeah. Can I have it now?"

"No."

"What?" You ask in disbelief, standing up to look at his silvery eyes.

"No, you have to reach it."

You want to whip out your wand and Accio the journal but Sirius's grin made you reach out as he waves it high above your head.

"What's wrong with your hand?" You freeze and hastily adjust your sleeves to cover it.

"You know what, I'm going back to the castle," you say half-heartedly.

"Who did this to you? I'll hex them."

"A tree branch. I would very much enjoy watching you hex it. You'll look more stupid than you already are."

"As much as I love the idea, let me see your hand first. Sirius's gentle voice almost melted you while reluctantly showing the bruise on the back of your hand. Sirius holds it, muttering an incantation under his breath. The bruise disappears in an instant.

You fill up with sudden gratitude and mixed emotions.

"I owe y—"

"No you don't. I'm doing this because I want to, deal with it. Now, tell me where you hurt yourself. Then I'll let you have your journal back."

"Why do you care anyways? I told you, I got hurt from a tree branch."

"That bruise is a cause of a potion applied on a deep gash lacking the proper incantation. What were you doing in the forbidden forest?"

"Speaking from experiences, are we, Black?" You say, highly amused. "I was just wandering around and dropped it. Are you done?"

"No, I know the easiest kind of lying is when you leave things out of a story. You could've been bitten or got killed. You're lucky Prongs and I saw you first."

You almost choked. "Excuse me? I don't know what you're talking abou—"

"I was there, me and my friends. It's a long story, y/n, so could you start first?" Your cheeks heat up at the sound of Sirius saying your first name.

"I don't think you'll understand, I'm my parent's disappointment, I'm the opposite of what they want me to be. Instead of doing my purpose, I'm out here wasting my time, trying to cope using the dumbest ways possible." You start venting out as you sit on the grass beside him.

"Believe me, I know exactly what that feels like, love." They both mentally freeze as the words slip though his mouth.

"I go through the forest just to write about the things I find there. Something I couldn't get from sitting in the library. That journal contains my hard work."

"I can tell. It's impressive and elaborate."

"Uhm, thanks. Y-you wouldn't tell anyone I was in the forest, would you?" You say hesitantly.

"If I'd tell the professors about your midnight strolls, I might as well be turning the marauders in for expulsion."

"Marauders?"

"It's my turn to explain," Sirius utters with a sigh.

You watch the handsome boy talk about his friends; how they had to transform into Animagi for the sake of keeping their friend's company—which greatly impressed you—and their mischievous whereabouts. You've never heard Sirius speak this gentle.

There so many things you wanted to say, but can't form words. "Sirius..."

His eyes meet yours for the first time you mentioned his name, and it's in a tone that he wouldn't trade for the world.

"...can I visit Remus?" you continue.

He smiles at you—a genuine smile that made your heart leap—and takes you back to the castle without a word. He gives the journal to you on the way.

Your steps are slow and steady, as if the air has never been more comfortable. You finally got to the hospital wing, and see Remus lying in bed, reading a book next to a pile of sweets his friends placed there. He looks at the two of you with a questioning stare.

"Remus, I... I was the person who saw you in the forest. Sirius told me about..."

"I'm sorry."

You felt taken aback with Remus's response.

"No, I should be sorry, I wasn't thinking. I shouldn't have been sneaking around late at night."

"That's actually a difficult habit to stop, y/n. Not that I tried," Sirius pipes up, earning chuckles from you and Remus.

You eventually become good friends with the marauders. Remus is glad you become friends because of his condition, and not inspite of it. Sirius would always ask about your day, which earns a lot of teases from James. You would still walk through the forbidden forest sometimes, but Sirius is always there to accompany you.

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Your NEWTs were coming near and Remus studied with you in the Gryffindor common room. It was late at night and completely silent, except for your small discussions about some topics. Several minutes pass and you find yourself talking about your feelings for Sirius, to which Remus never fail to respond with the best advices.

"Sometimes I wonder if Sirius feels the same..."

"You don't have to wonder," Remus says.

"Why?"

"Because he's right behind you." You almost jump as you hear him speak. "Mind to take a break from studying, y/n?"

You look at Remus, who shrugged with a smile. You get up and take a walk with Sirius. It was a comfortable silence, casually avoiding spots where you know people can see you and get you in detention. Your mind was going places thinking about a possible future with him. You didn't even realize you're in the astronomy tower if it wasn't for the sudden hug if cold air. You watch his eyes sparkle under the stars, standing at the huge overview of the tower.

"You wanna know how I feel about you?" You gulp at the way he broke the silence. You don't think you'll ever be ready to know. Your eyes finally met and it sent your bones to flames.

"I love you, y/n. And I've never felt more sure about anything in the world, fuck that, you are my world." The sincerity in his tone melted your brain, you couldn't string up a word.

"I can't believe we're finally here." Your throat starts to tighten with the struggle of words. "I was so scared to lose you, but I was also scared to say anything."

"Does that mean...?"

"Face first to the point and you still missed it. Of course I love you too, you idiot!"

You laugh as you jump into his arms, he gladly hugs you tight. The warmth and comfort that you felt contrasting to the cold night air felt so right.

"Hogsmeade, this weekend?" He whispers to your ear which sends shivers through your spine.

"Yes, but I don't wanna end up in detention after that."

"That's also a good idea for a first date."

You let go of the hug to look at his face.

"There's a fine line between liking you and wanting to hex you to oblivion."

"And I cross it everytime."

"Oh yes you do."

"You love it though."

"Hmm...yes I do."

With one meaningful look in his face, you press your lips against his. It's soft and gentle, firm and promising. His hand cups your face, thumb caressing your cheek. You wrap your arms around his warm body, feeling his heartbeat under his perfectly chiseled chest. After what seems like a beautiful forever, you pull away. The second you back up, a whistle and cheering made you jump.

"Prongs, Wormtail, what the hell are you doing here?" Sirius called the crackheads by the door.

"We saw you in the map, thought we've come to see the show," James says smugly.

"Want a treacle tart, y/n?" Peter says while holding half a dozen of them.

"No thanks I—"

"Hey, I thought you snuck out to the kitchens to get those for me?" You hear the distant voice of Remus, who clearly made an effort to leave his studies just to get his friends away from trouble.

"Nah Moons, 'tis the best part right here, I wanna know if Sirius messed this up," James continues with such a bright tone.

"Oh sod off, mate!" Sirius laughs as Remus take the two grown children away.

"Where were we?" You coo.

His lips brush yours passionately, like a fiery tease. You barely had a second to react and you already granted his tongue in the seam of your lips. He delved in your mouth, making you breathless. Your arms travels up to tangle around his neck to his luscious black hair. He pulls you even closer and you inhale sharply as his lips form into a smirk. He began peppering your neck with delicate kisses. You can't get enough of it, you let out pleasured tones that feels like godly music to him.

"Please, Siri... I need you."

"Absolutely, love. I will be gentle and make sure you can still walk after."

"I have seen your exes walk, no you won't," you reply. He chuckles between kisses that turned you on even more. The rest of the night will forever be one of the best things you've ever experienced.

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After graduating, you and Sirius joined the Order, fighting with and for each other.

One day, you and Sirius comes home from an Order mission, you have a slight bruise on your hand after falling over once in a duel with a Deatheater.

"What's wrong with your hand?" Sirius asks. Your lips forms a smile at the sudden flashback of his words.

"It's not holding yours," you reply. He lets out a bark of laughter as he checks your hand. His laugh is the nicest thing to watch and listen to.

"Wanna know what's wrong with your hands?" you ask him.

"Hmm?"

"They're not around my neck." Before you even finish the sentence you both are already laughing loudly.

He did fix what's wrong with his hand later that day, which you absolutely love.

You continue writing all your researches on your journal as you participate in the war. It all paid off because of Sirius, despite your parents' disapproval. You're with him and that's all that matters.

You eventually publish several informative books, with Sirius always by your side to support you. You both are proud of the fact that your books became the foundation research for Damocles Belby in creating the wolfsbane potion.

[wannawritefast]

Whiplash: Chapter 1- Playing Defense

A/N: Hey, y’all. I know the prologue didn’t get a whole lot of attention but I’ve written a substantial amount for this and I am VERY proud of how much I’ve written and what I’ve written. Also, huge shoutout to @andtheswordwentsnickersnack​ for beta reading this beast of a fic that I’ve been working on for WAYYYY too long LMAO...

Pairing: BoRhap!Brian May x fem!Reader

Prologue

Warnings: Mentions of alcohol, awful men, sexism

You loved your family. Really, you did.

But there were times, and many times they were, that you would have been more comfortable ripping your own hair out strand-by-strand than having to sit through another session of verbal abuse.

You weren’t entirely certain what you had done, if anything, to deserve such discrimination from your grandfather, father, and brother amongst a few cousins and uncles. It was like 3 generations of men in your family had decided to use you as a verbal punching bag.

You still vividly remembered the time you had told them that you didn’t particularly appreciate how they talked to you. They laughed right in your face and told you to grow a thicker skin. That Y/l/n’s were a tougher breed than most and that if you couldn’t handle it then maybe you weren’t of their blood.

October break wasn’t any different. Your family had met up for your annual dinner together aside from Christmas.

“And what about you? When are you going to settle down, Y/n?” your grandfather quipped after shoveling a spoonful of mashed potatoes. “I want some great-grandbabies!”

Before you could even open your mouth in response your brother, James, chimed in. “I wouldn’t count on anyone banging her anytime soon.”

“Well,” you chuckled, “would you look at who’s talking?” James grumbled to himself and threw a pea at you which you successfully evaded. You turned your head to address your grandfather. “And I’m not your only grandchild. You have a grandson too, you know.”

You nodded toward your brother and your grandfather hardly even blinked at the last sentence. He either didn’t hear you or didn’t care. Proof that he used any and every opportunity to undermine you. Your grandfather scoffed and mumbled to himself gruffly.

You practically heard your father’s eye roll. “Your career is only so fulfilling.”

“Dad, I’m an astrophysicist and a damn good one, I’d like to think. If my career wasn’t fulfilling enough, I’d be seriously questioning all of the time and money I spent at university writing my thesis and graduating top 5 in my year.” You took a bite out of your roll. Why did you have to defend yourself every time you came home? It was exhausting!

“I’m just saying that you aren’t fully happy until you’ve settled down.”You rolled your eyes at your father. You didn’t have the time to focus on your love life. You barely had time to do your studies as it was. Furthermore, no man you had met seemed to like you after finding out you were an astrophysicist. Nobody seemed to click with you well.

“Why do I need more than my career to be fulfilled in life?” You asked seriously.The whole table laughed at your question. Even the kiddie table laughed but it was just hive mind reflex. You certainly did want to get married and have a family someday but you were making a point to your father. Who was he to dictate what made you happy?

“Please, Y/n,” James piped up again, “that’s what lonely people say to feel better about themselves.”

Ouch. That one stung more than you should have let it. You took a drink to keep yourself from letting a tear roll.

“Who ever said that she’s single?” Your sister spoke suddenly. You coughed and sputtered on your drink. Your neck turned to Donna so swiftly that you probably could have snapped it.

“Are you implying that my eldest daughter is dating a boy,” your mother raised her brows at you conspiratorially, “and didn’t tell me? Is it that smart, goofy boy you fancied at university for the longest time?” She couldn’t seem to keep a grin from spreading across her face.You flushed red at her question. Nobody needed to know that. Except now they did because you were, apparently, no longer single. Everybody at the table locked their eyes on you, muttering to each other. You looked at your sister in panic.

“Go on,” her voice cracked and she cleared her throat before bringing her cup to her lips. “Tell them about your boyfriend.”

Gee thanks… She had just started digging you into a hole.“Wait just a second! Let’s rewind a moment.” James questioned incredulously. “My sister, the stick in the mud astrophysicist, has a boyfriend? Why haven’t you mentioned him before?”

“It’s not relevant who I may or-” you looked at your sister pointedly; she fiddled with her fork “-may not be dating.” The fact that James wasn’t buying it was making you quite nervous. You were more offended though than anything. “Is it really so hard to believe that I’d be dating someone?”

“Yes!”

“Believe it, James” Donna insisted, pointing her fork at him. Put down your damn shovel!

“Have you banged him?” Your brother asked in the silence.

You picked up your drink and splashed him in the face. Your mother softly scolded you for your actions but you were completely unapologetic for what James more than deserved. How you shared the same DNA with such a tool was beyond you… 

“That is hardly your business,” you snipped. You turned and stared down Donna. You were going to have to tell them the truth…

“Ok, that’s quite enough,” your mother stopped everything. Oh, thank the Lord. “We’re here to talk about your sister not her boyfriend.” Thank you, mother. “She’ll just have to bring him over for Christmas!”

You stood up from your chair and it scraped along the floor. What had you done…“That’s ridiculous! What if he wants us to spend time with his family for Christmas?” Why were you even going along with this? Why were you defending your hypothetical boyfriend?

“Then you can split the time between the two!”

“What if he doesn’t want to meet you guys yet?” You suggested. This hole is getting awfully big, Y/n. “Meeting parents is a big deal!” The statement came out as more of a question than a defense. You were honestly hoping for one, just one, objection to stick. “I don’t want to scare him off.”

“Who wouldn’t want to meet us?” Your mother asked. You resisted the urge to answer the question.

“Well, what if we’re not even together anymore by that time?”

“Wow, you really can’t hold onto a man for that long, Y/n? It seems to me like you would have been making this whole thing up if you are ‘broken up’ by then.” James finished wiping his face with a napkin after his encounter with your drink. You locked eyes with him. He was onto you.

“I’m not making this up,” you lied. Apparently you hadn’t put down your shovel yet either.“Then bring him home for Christmas,” James challenged. “Otherwise we’ll know it's a lie.”

Your family was on the edge of their seats and, for the time being, the logistics of the challenge didn’t matter. You were fed up with your brother constantly tearing you down. You were tired of your father not being pleased with anything you did. And you were exhausted by your grandfather’s insistence that you were nothing more than a source for great-grandkids. You got no respect at work and you certainly didn’t get any damn respect at home.

And so you did it. You extended your arm toward your stupid brother’s stupid hand and grasped it firmly with a shake.

“You’ve got yourself a deal, brother dearest.”

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Eventually the extended family left and you went to your sister’s bedroom since you were sharing the room and the bed for break.

“Why in the bloody hell would you do something like that?!” You lowered your voice so that your family, more specifically James, wouldn’t hear you. Your sister sat on the bed cross-legged, fiddling with the ends of her hair.

“I’m sorry!” Donna yelled. You shushed her as you brushed your hair. “I couldn’t just watch. James crossed a line with that comment. I just wanted to wipe that stupid smile off of his dumb face.”

“Watch your language, why don’t you?” You teased. She rolled her eyes at you. “But I was fine, honestly. I’m used to it.”

“You shouldn’t be!” You hissed at Donna to be quiet again. “It was nice for them to shut up for a few moments and see you as a normal human being.”

Your heart was warm but you were in a state of complete panic. “That’s such a sweet sentiment in such a terrible circumstance!” You dug your fingers into your temples and threw yourself onto the bed. “What am I supposed to do? I can’t just go up to a guy and say ‘I need you to be my fake boyfriend because my sister dug me into a bloody hole’! You know I can barely get guys to talk to me on a casual basis!” Your voice dropped in volume, no louder than a whisper. “What makes you think that I can get one to play my boyfriend?” You let out a frustrated sigh.

“I honestly did not foresee the consequences of my actions and I am very sorry.”

“Do you think?” You growled to yourself. “Bloody hell… what am I going to do?”

Your sister scratched the back of her neck. “I mean, you have time… It is only October…”

“But I’m going to have to find someone eventually… if I find one.” You gnawed on a fingernail.

“You’ll be fine!” Donna breathed. She curled herself into the blankets next to you. You felt sick to your stomach.

“Yeah…,” you inhaled deeply, “and I’ve got time…”

[homeformyheart]

the sunshine of life - beckett harrington x f!mc (te)

author’s note: i wanted to write a “meet the parents” type fic for beckett meeting mc’s parents but then it turned into a pend pals/holiday fic. i didn’t particularly want to use the default mc name for this fic, even though that’s what i usually do, so hopefully the name i chose here fits. also, i suck at coming up with names of characters that didn’t have one in canon. i hope you enjoy!

copyright: all characters owned by pixelberry studios. series/pairing: the elementalists – beckett harrington x f!mc (celeste russell); minor f!atlas x shreya rating/warnings: 13+; kissing and fluff word count: 2.1k based on/prompt: i started working on this two months ago in anticipation of @teappreciationweek! the title is based on the phrase that “friends are the sunshine of life.” summary: celeste is excited to introduce beckett to all of her parental figures over the holidays and has a surprise in store for atlas. guess which parent makes beckett the most nervous?

the sunshine of life

celeste squeezed beckett’s hand reassuringly. her boyfriend was understandably nervous since today they were meeting her parents, definitely plural. she reached up and poked the frown lines appearing between beckett’s eyebrows, giggling as he appeared startled before softening as he looked at her.

“they’re going to love you, beckett. you have nothing to be nervous about. unlike your parents, who clearly did not like me,” celeste said, muttering the last part to herself.

she felt beckett wrap an arm around her waist and pull her close. “that wasn’t about you, i promise.”

two months ago

celeste cleared her throat nervously as she stood outside the tall, intimidating mahogany doors that led inside the harrington mansion. even though she had some idea of what the harrington name meant in the attuned world and thanks to shreya, knew how influential and wealthy some magickal families could be, she was still wholly unprepared for how unnerving it would be to feel as small as she did in that moment.

suddenly she was going over her appearance piece by piece in her mind, evaluating everything she was wearing against the unknown standards she presumed beckett’s parents would have. the blue and gold waistcoast and matching dress that seemed like a safe bet at the time given beckett had picked it out for their lunch date with katrina last year, now seemed to pale in comparison to what she imagined they expected their only son’s girlfriend to wear.

beckett wrapped an arm around her shoulders and leaned in to leave a kiss on her forehead. “it’ll be okay, celeste.” she nodded and took a deep breath before following him into the mansion.

just as expected but worse than anticipated, the evening was one awkward moment after another. her introduction included her nervous rambling about how she was raised attuneless and the shared looks between beckett’s parents made celeste want to slouch down and disappear underneath the table. dinner wasn’t any better given the conversations seemed to focus on advancements in magick technology that their company was working on as well as ground-breaking new research in the fields of elemental biology and medicinal magickal plants.

they were mildly impressed with the stories of how they defeated raife highmore, but that passed quickly once they zeroed in on the danger that beckett was in. it was clear that they were going to blame her for putting their son in danger. celeste couldn’t wait for the evening to be over.

“if you say so,” she said, glumly.

beckett lifted her chin and lowered his head to give her a sweet kiss. “i love you, celeste.” he straightened up and celeste could tell he was about to give himself a pep talk. “if you can get through dinner with my parents, i can get through an evening with yours… even if one of them is a source.”

“that’s the spirit! and well, there will be two sources, actually. nome said he’d stop by,” cadence quickly explained as beckett’s head turned so fast she thought he was going to give himself whiplash.

before he could say anything, the doors to the cottage swung open as they climbed up the short steps. celeste was immediately pulled into a hug from her adoptive parents who quickly wrapped beckett up too before he could protest. theia smiled warmly at the four of them before wrapping celeste up into a tight hug.

“i missed you sweetie. and i am so excited to meet your sweetheart!” theia exclaimed, grabbing beckett’s outstretched hand so she could pull him into hug.

“yes, i am sweetheart – wait, no, i’m harrington, um, i mean beckett. beckett harrington. it’s, uh, very nice to meet you, ms. sun source,” he said, licking his lips nervously and trying not to wipe his palms on his jacket.

she waved at him dismissively. “call me theia, you’re practically family!” she looped her arm in beckett’s and started pulling him toward the house. he turned to look back at celeste, who gave him a small supportive wave while trying really hard not to laugh.

fortunately for beckett, theia was filled with questions for her future son-in-law, as she so embarrassingly put it despite celeste’s protests. that left celeste with a few minutes alone with her adoptive parents; her father cleared his throat awkwardly in her direction and she sighed.

“how was school this semester?” john russell asked awkwardly.

celeste rolled her eyes. “school was fine.” with all the events of the last three years, including discovering and bonding with her twin, fighting for her life twice over, and being reunited with her birth mother, she hadn’t really spent much time processing the fact that her parents lied to her about her birth family, her magickal nature, and the fact that a madman was after her. all in all, it felt reasonable that she’d be pissed and her parents knew it.

anne russell cleared her throat. “how was dinner at the harringtons?”

celeste gave her mother a pointed look just shy of an outright glare. “it would’ve gone a lot better had I been raised with a working knowledge of the magickal world.”

john had the decency to look a little ashamed. “we’re really sorry, honey. we thought you’d be safer as an attuneless and when raife had seemed to all but disappear, we thought we were in the clear. but we shouldn’t have kept your true identity a secret.”

“i guess i understand since you were trying to protect me. i forgive you,” she said, wrapping both of her parents in a big hug before turning toward her boyfriend who was being grilled by her other parent.

even though she was sitting on the opposite end of the living room from beckett and theia, she could tell by his rigid posture that he was tense. the gentle, but commanding lilt of her mother’s voice carried softly across the room.

“so beckett, i’ve heard a lot about you from celeste. what i want to know is, how do i know you’re not just attracted to her magick?” theia asked. although she was smiling, celeste knew the underlying tone did not go unnoticed by beckett.

“because i love her! she’s smart, brave, beautiful, compassionate, and she feels so warm and i can tell my innate metal attunement is drawn to her,” he blurted out a little too loudly for the level of conversation in the room.

“but that makes sense since she’s a sun-att and you’re the sun source and you feel like celeste which was still surprising since she doesn’t really look like you, i mean, not that i can’t tell you’re related, it’s just—augh, sorry.” beckett’s ears and neck were flushed a bright pink.

“wow, harrington, real smooth,” atlas teased. “no book in the library to study up for this, huh?”

“atlas!” celeste said through clenched teeth.

theia chuckled. “beckett, it’s alright. just ask me the questions you have, i promise i won’t bite. i could make it miserably hot, but i won’t.”

“man, this is sooo entertaining. better than all that trashy reality tv you got me into,” atlas said, grinning from ear-to-ear.

“could you be a little more supportive, atlas?” celeste asked, annoyed.

atlas grinned cheekily. “nah, i’m good. i will make more popcorn though. hey harrington, don’t stumble over yourself until i get back.”

celeste could feel her eyebrow twitch in irritation before realizing that she could get some of the attention off beckett and get back at atlas at the same time with a single phone call.

* * * * * just a little while later, a knock on the door made everyone pause and look around at each other. since everyone that was expected was there already, except for nome, and he never knocked, it was natural for everyone to look confused.

celeste couldn’t help the mischievous smile that crept over her face. “atlas, why don’t you go see who it is?”

atlas turned to glare knowingly at celeste as she stood up. “what did you do?”

she barely had the door open before she was bombarded by the rest of the pend pals all fighting to simultaneously hug her and get out of the cold all at once.

“double trouble, double trouble’s mom source, mr. and mrs. russell, happy holidays!” zeph cheerfully shouted out, his arms full of containers of his grandmother’s cookies, which atlas grabbed from him ecstatically.

“i hope you guys didn’t have too much fun without us! and atlas, i hope you save me a spot under that magickal mistletoe,” shreya said, giving atlas a flirtatious wink.

“what? we don’t have mistletoe and why would i—” atlas’ confused thoughts were interrupted as shreya glided through the hallway, stopping briefly to give atlas a kiss on the cheek before making her way to the living room and greeting everyone properly.

atlas flushed briefly before she noticed the huge smirk on celeste’s face. “you are so going to pay for this.”

“i have no idea what you’re talking about, i just thought it would be great if all of our friends could hang out with us over the holidays,” celeste said, grinning before she went back to the living room to see if she could save beckett from further questioning.

all the lights in the house suddenly went out. almost immediately, theia snapped her fingers and the lights all flickered back on to reveal a tall man with long white hair standing in the middle of the living room, surrounded by nine stunned faces.

“always with the dramatic entrances, nome,” she said, but there was a lightheartedness to her tone.

“it’s more fun that way,” nome responded, giving her a quick peck on the cheek before introducing himself to everyone.

with everyone distracted by nome’s arrival, celeste slipped her hand into beckett’s and gave him a small tug. he looked at her inquisitively as she signaled toward the staircase with a tilt of her head. a few moments later, she closed her bedroom door behind them before wrapping her arms around beckett’s neck and standing on her tiptoes so she could give him a kiss.

“thank you for coming – i’m so proud of how you handled yourself,” she murmured, looking up at him.

beckett gave her his signature smirk. “well, of course, you shouldn’t expect anything less from a harrington.”

celeste let her eyes roll lightheartedly. “you know i heard the entire conversation and can tell how nervous you were just from the back of your head?”

his smirk faded into a warm smile. “you know nothing.” before she could protest further, he bent down to capture her lips into a kiss, his hands tightening around her waist to pull her flush against him.

celeste pressed against him as much as she could, intertwining her fingers at the nape of his neck. beckett deepened the kiss, coaxing her mouth open so his tongue could play with hers.

“hey, where’d beckster and celeste go?” zeph’s voice wafted up the stairs, reminding her that their alone time was limited.

“dunno, probably doing it upstairs in her room.”

celeste pulled back at the sound of atlas’ voice and winced. she knew she could count the seconds before her mother’s voice rang out right on cue.

“celeste russell, get down here right now! no boys alone in your room!” theia’s voice boomed through the house, reverberating through the walls.

she let out an embarrassed huff as beckett chuckled. “we really should be used to atlas’ comments by now,” he said, giving her one last kiss on the lips before opening the door and holding out his arm for her to take.

as they descended down the stairs she got a full view of the living room and realized everyone she loved was under one roof. atlas and shreya were sharing the loveseat while zeph and griffin were listening to whatever crazy and embarrassing story nome was telling about theia, with theia refuting and sharing her own stories about nome; aster was showing her adoptive parents how to care for some of the trees and plants in the garden with butterball and navi playing in the snow at their feet.

she felt her eyes fill with happy tears and looked up at beckett, who was giving her a warm, knowing smile. he gave her hand a squeeze and headed out to join aster and her parents in the garden and celeste took a moment to acknowledge the gratitude she felt. even though she had gotten used to being a sun-att and feeling a strong warmth emanating from within her all the time, never had she felt warmth like this. it was gentle but all-consuming, starting in her heart and slowly spreading outward throughout her body. but she knew that if love and gratitude could be summed up in a feeling, this was it.

* * * * * taglist: @robintora; @miss-smrxtiee; @eleanorbloom; @itsjustwinter; @mm2305;

[signsofsam]

Buddie Week, Day Six: All We Know is Touch and Go

Eddie reaches over, forcing one of Buck’s hands out of his hair, wrapping it in both of his own. “We have to believe they're going to be okay.”

“But what if they’re not? Did I tell them I loved them before we left? Do they know we love them? Did I hug them enough? Did I-”

“Buck, just breathe, okay? Stop inviting trouble until we know more.”

“They’re back there all alone, Eddie. Our boys are alone,” Buck murmurs, turning to his husband, and he’s broken, eyes sad, and there are tears brimming, ready to be unleashed. “What if-”

Eddie shakes his head. “We’re not ‘what if’-ing this, Buck. We can’t. We hope for the best, and we wait for the doctor.” He kisses the back of Buck’s hand, and Buck lets out a breath, trying to center himself.

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Prompt: “Just breathe, okay?” + hurt/comfort

Notes: Title is from State of Grace by Taylor Swift. You can find the other stories in this ‘verse here and probably should read at least a few of them to know who the OMC is in this fic. Also: we are practicing suspension of disbelief and general magical handwaving over all the medical inaccuracies that are in here because a doctor/healthcare provider I am most certainly not.

And someone please let me know if Google Translate failed me anywhere.

--//--//--

They were just going to get ice cream.

It’s all Nate can focus on: they were just going to get ice cream, and Eddie and Buck are going to kill him, because now the truck is pressed against the concrete median of the highway, other crashed cars around them, and his blood’s splattering onto the seats and Chris won’t wake up. Would they send him back? 

They wouldn’t do that, would they? They...no, you know they love you, and this won’t change that.

But he’s gotten Chris hurt.

Fuck. Just fuck.

He really likes his family. 

He doesn’t want to go anywhere.

“N...Nate?” Chris whimpers, and he gasps, turning too quickly to look at his brother, and pain explodes in his head.

“Shit, shit, shit shit shit,” he breathes out, waiting for the pain to settle into something more manageable, so at least he can see. When he finally attempts to open his eyes again (and God, it hurts, but he has to check on his brother), Chris is watching him, worried, his right cheek red, bruising, a lazily bleeding laceration on his cheekbone. His glasses are gone, and there are more cuts peppering his face. There’s melted ice cream on his face (“I don’t see how you can eat that while I’m driving,” Nate had been complaining, just before the crash, and Chris had given him the biggest shit-eating grin as he took another huge bite of his mint chocolate chip), but for the most part, he looks okay.

Nate still can’t help but breathe out, “Buck and Eddie are going to kill me.”

Chris frowns, reaching over with an unsteady, shaky hand. “Did...did something hit your head?”

“What?”

“You’re talking nonsense, Nate. Did you hit your head?” 

“I got you hurt.”

Chris’ frown deepens. “No, you didn’t. A car hit us. You’re bleeding.”

“I know. I’m getting blood all over-”

Pain explodes again as sirens cut through the air, and this time, thankfully everything fades to black.

--//--//--//--

“They’re going to be just fine, Buck,” Eddie whispers. They’ve been waiting for a doctor for a few minutes, and honestly, they probably both look a mess, still in their uniforms, halfway through a shift and just getting back from a rather disgusting run when Athena called, and now Buck is sitting in a hard plastic chair, hunched over, hands clenching into his hair, foot tapping over and over and over, and through his own worry, it makes Eddie hurt. “We’re here now, and they’re going to be fine.”

He reaches over, forcing one of Buck’s hands out of his hair, wrapping it in both of his own. “We have to believe they're going to be okay.”

“But what if they’re not? Did I tell them I loved them before we left? Do they know we love them? Did I hug them enough? Did I-”

“Buck, just breathe, okay? Stop inviting trouble until we know more.”

“They’re back there all alone, Eddie. Our boys are alone,” Buck murmurs, turning to his husband, and he’s broken, eyes sad, and there are tears brimming, ready to be unleashed. “What if-”

Eddie shakes his head. “We’re not ‘what if’-ing this, Buck. We can’t. We hope for the best, and we wait for the doctor.” He kisses the back of Buck’s hand, and Buck lets out a breath, trying to center himself. 

“Is this what it was like? When Chris had to have surgeries when he was younger?”

“Every time,” Eddie answers. “We would be waiting, me, Shannon, Mom and Dad the one time I was gone-” he flinches here, and Buck squeezes his hand. “That one was the hardest, and I don’t think I”ll ever forgive myself for being gone. So yeah, the uncertainty and the worry and the fear...it’s always there, but now, now I have to believe it’s going to be okay. I have to, and you have to, even though we’re scared shitless.”

“I couldn’t imagine not having you here to share the weight,” Buck murmurs. “I’m really glad we’re here together. It makes it so much easier to bear.”

They don’t have to wait much longer, thank god, because Eddie’s about to press against Buck’s knee to settle his leg, and they both stand when the doctor calls about Chris. “He’s okay?” Buck asks before the doctor even has a chance to give them her name, but she smiles at him, nodding. 

“Christopher is going to be okay. He has a mild concussion, some cuts and bruises on his face, and he’s going to be very sore for the next few days, but nothing permanent, and nothing overly serious. Oh, and I’m Dr. Rodriguez. It’s nice to meet you both. Which one is ‘Dad’ and which one is ‘Buck’ because I’ve heard a multitude of compliments about both and still don’t know which one is which.”

Eddie likes her immediately.

Chris is still in a bed in the ER, and he smiles widely as the curtain opens. “Dad!” he cries happily, and Eddie’s heart tightens as he wraps his son in a hug, as gentle as possible. He feels Buck hug them both tight, and their world is a little more right. “Dad, lemme go! I’m okay!”

“Mijo, you were in a car accident; let me hug you a little longer, hmm?” he whispers, pressing a kiss into Chris’ bedraggled curls.

“Yeah, Chris, let us baby you a little longer,” Buck adds, and Chris huffs, but puts up with a hug for another minute or two before he starts shifting, uncomfortable enough that they both let him go. “You’ve got a hell of cut there, kiddo.” His hand is shaking when he touches Chris’ cheek, just barely, pulling back when Chris flinches. “Sorry about that. I’m just worried.”

“I’m okay, really. My head hurts a lot, but the doctor said I shook my brain a little and it’s going to take a few days until I feel back to normal, And I’m pretty sure my morning exercises aren’t happening for a few days.”

Eddie can’t help his smile. “I think you’ll be okay if you skip them for a few days.”

“Have you...have you guys seen Nate yet? Is he okay? He was talking nonsense in the truck-”

“The doctors are still working on him,” Eddie says, careful with his words; Dr. Rodriguez said there was another doctor working on Nate, that he’d come find them as soon as he got a free moment. “But they’ll come get us soon, I’m sure.”

“Dad, he said something about you guys hating him, because I got hurt. But he got hurt, too! Can you...this wasn’t his fault. He didn’t do anything wrong. I begged for ice cream, and we’d just gone to get some-”

“Superman, neither of you did anything wrong; it was an accident, and they happen,” Buck interrupts, running his hand through Chris’ hair. “No one’s angry at either of you; your dad and I were so scared about both of you, scared that we wouldn’t get the chance to tell you again how much we love you and what amazing men you are both growing up to be. You can ask your dad-I was a mess out there waiting.”

“He really was,” Eddie confirms, grinning when Buck and Chris roll their eyes. “I mean it, Chris! He’s dramatic.”

Chris laughs, and Buck gasps at him, eyes wide. “Christopher! I thought we were buddies!”

When a nurse comes to grab one of them to talk to Nate’s doctor, Eddie goes, Buck having settled half on Chris’ bed, their son drowsy against his shoulder. “I’ll hold down the fort here,” he whispers as Eddie gives him a kiss. 

“He was unconscious when the paramedics got to him,” the doctor explains, “but he woke up here, agitated and worried. We gave him something to keep him calm so we could examine him, so he’s going to be a touch out of it. He’s got a concussion, and there’s a nasty cut on his hairline from where his head hit the window. His side of the vehicle impacted the median of the road, and it caused damage to the left side of his body. He has a couple of fractured ribs, he’s got bruising from the airbag, whiplash, but most concerning, there’s damage to his spleen that we need to watch, but the CT confirmed it wasn’t as major as I first feared.”

“Do you want to admit him?”

“I would like to keep him overnight, especially with his concussion and to keep an eye on his spleen. We’re waiting to get him transferred to the children’s floor, hopefully it shouldn’t be too much longer. You can wait with him until they come to get him.”

Eddie thanks the man, opening the curtain as quietly as possible, and Nate...Nate’s watching him apprehensively, tracking him as he moves, suspicious. The laceration on his forehead really is nasty, large and circled in darkening bruises. There are smaller cuts peppered down his cheek and neck before disappearing under his gown, and his left eye is nearly swollen shut. 

He looks awful, but he’s alive, and really, that’s all that matters to Eddie.

“Hey, mijo,” he murmurs, heart clenching when he sees Nate’s bottom lip wobbling. “Jesus, kiddo, you gave us quite the scare.”

“I didn’t-” his voice is soft, hoarse, and he winces, swallowing once. “I didn’t mean to get Chris hurt. Please don’t send me back. I’ll do whatever I have to to stay.”

“Nathan-” Eddie breathes out, hugging his eldest son as tight as he dares, feeling his kid sag in his arms. “Baby, you aren’t going anywhere but upstairs to a room and then home with us when we can take you. I know you aren’t thinking clearly right now, and that everything’s a little jumbled, but Nate, Buck and I? we aren’t at all mad at you, for anything. We wouldn’t be mad at you if the accident had been your fault, and it wasn’t. Athena said the driver beside you swerved into your lane and hit the truck, that’s it.”

“I just wanted to get ice cream,” Nate whispers, and Eddie can hear the tears, feel them getting the collar of his shirt wet. “I didn’t-”

“You were being a good big brother, mijo. We are never planning on you being anything but part of our family, being our kid; nothing you do is going to change that.”

“I thought you were going to hate me.” The confession is said into Eddie’s shirt, and his entire world freezes and he thinks about how scared Nate must have been, waiting for them to come, wondering if they wouldn’t. “I really didn’t want you to hate me.”

“Nunca, mijo. Never. Buck and I will always love you.”

“That’s good,” Nate finally answers. “Because I think I totaled your truck.”

Eddie laughs, the first real sense of normality since Athena’s fateful call. “I needed to replace it soon anyway.”

He stays with Nate until they come to transfer him, promising him either he or Buck will be with him as soon as the nurses allow. He gives him one last kiss on his forehead, one last gentle squeeze on his shoulder, one last “I love you,” and watches the bed until the elevator doors close behind it before retreating back to Chris’ curtain. He’s a little surprised to see Chris dressed in comfy clothes, Buck standing beside him, awkwardly holding his crutches. “What’s going on here?”

“Doc discharged him, and Mads brought them both some clothes from home. Chim called her for us,” Buck explains, handing Chris his crutches when asked. Together, they make their slow way out to the waiting room, where Maddie’s sitting, typing away on her phone. She smiles when she sees them, giving both Eddie and Buck a hug in greeting. “I guess I can go home with Chris, get a quick shower and then come relieve you?”

“Aunt Maddie can take me home,” Chris informs them, grimacing just a bit as he grips his crutches, the walk more painful than usual. “You both need to stay here.”

“Superman-” Buck tries to argue, but Chris stops him with one raised eyebrow.

“Buck, Nate’s the one in the hospital; I’m getting to go home. He’s the one who’s not alright right now. He needs both of you. Aunt Maddie said she and Chim could stay with me already, and you guys can stay here. I want to make sure Nate knows he’s just as important as I am to you guys. I know that, and you know that, but he’s not sure of that right now, and it’s important that we all make sure he knows.”

Eddie knows he and Buck have lost this battle (and seriously, Chris is fourteen; how are they losing battles to fourteen-year-olds?), so he shakes his head when Buck starts to argue with Chris. “You will go home, take a hot shower, and get some rest?”

“That’s the plan.”

“Promise?”

“Dad-”

“Mijo, I don’t want to worry that you aren’t doing what the doctor said while I’m here.”

Chris rolls his eyes, but nods. “I promise. Home, shower, cuddle with Scarlet, and then bed. Aunt Maddie can text you all about my very boring adventures.” He hugs his father, squeezing as much as he can muster. “As long as you take care of Nate.”

“Always, kid.”

--//--//--

Nate wakes sometime during the night, groggy from the meds they’ve given him to help manage the pain while he tries to sleep. Everything feels off, and he’s a little desperate when he looks around, the room empty until he turns his head ever-so-gently, the ache of moving that much starting to build, and he sees them both, sprawled out on the unused bed beside him, both of them facing him, Eddie spooned around Buck, their hands intertwined, resting close to Buck’s heart.

They’ve stayed.

It’s what Eddie promised him, when he was still confused, still worried that everything was his fault and they were going to send him away, but somehow, waking up now, more clear headed, it means something more.

It means everything.

They’ve stayed.

[flyfireflyfly]

Serendipity

You first noticed him when he walked into the coffee shop. A mere glance at first but you quickly did a double-take. Damn if he wasn't gorgeous. That kind of gorgeous that should be illegal. That caused traffic accidents because people couldn't take their eyes off of him. Something you found hard to do too. Turning your attention back to the customer at the register, you forced yourself to concentrate as you took the order. As soon as you were able to though, your gaze wandered around the shop to find him again. He was standing in line while perusing the menu. Meaning you were going to have to face him and talk to him. Please, please, please do not let me stutter in front of him like an idiot. As the line got shorter, your mouth got drier and your legs got weaker. You swallowed while giving yourself a mental pep talk. It's just one guy, that probably didn't even notice you. No big deal. Just take his order. Besides, someone that good looking has to already have a girlfriend. That last thought didn't sit well with you, but there was a lot of truth in it. That always seemed to be the case with good looking people. Everyone else flocked to them, making them popular with friends and lovers. One last order and you took a deep breath. The person moved aside, showing you the god walking among mortals. "Hey." he greeted with a smile. "Welcome." you said, smiling as well. "What can I get you?" "Hmm...." He surveyed the menu for a moment before looking back at you. "How about a large whatever-you-like." Your brain short-circuited. "Huh?" His smile broadened. "Pick for me. What do you like?"  "Oh." you uttered while staring at his smile. What coffee did you like again? And what was coffee?

You mentally slapped yourself and shook your head. Then you told him your usual order. He pursed his lips and nodded in thought before saying, "That sounds good." "Okay." you punched in his order and waited while he paid with his card. "You gonna ask me my name?" You blinked at him. "What?" "Are you gonna ask me my name?" He indicated the register. "For the order." "Oh. Um..." You shook your head once more. If this continued any longer, you really were going to turn in to a stuttering idiot. Holding out his receipt, you pointed to the numbers on the paper. "Your order number will be called out."  He took the paper from you, his fingers brushing yours and making them tingle. He set the paper down on the counter and made a show of very slowly putting his card back in to this wallet. "So, you don't want to know my name?" The question was both cute and ridiculous. Of course you wanted to know his name, though you didn't see how that would make any difference. Still, you smiled and humored him. "What's your name?" He brightly smiled at you. "Daehyun. What's yours?" What???  Bells, sirens, and whistles filled your head. You gaped at him while feeling your face heat up. It took everything you had to stutter out your name, and then to not smack your forehead for stuttering. He chuckled while amusement danced in his eyes. He opened his mouth to say something else when a loud 'ahem' came from behind him. Then he was blushing, as if he just remembered all the other people waiting in line behind him. You watched as he took his receipt and moved away from the counter. The person behind him stepped up and glared daggers at you. You pasted on a smile and hurriedly took their order.  As soon as they walked away, you looked over to see Daheyun watching you. Feeling yourself blushing, you swiftly looked away to serve the next customer. After a couple more orders, you heard his number called. A quick peek showed him step up to the other counter and then you surveyed the line you had. There was no way you were going to get through the morning rush quick enough to talk to him again. Another order and then you looked around the shop just in time to see him walk out the doors. Looks like that was all there was going to be. Deflated, you focused on your work and told yourself to forget about him.

Of course it didn't work out that well. Your brain kept replaying your counter with the handsome male all day. Even now as you drove to your parents' house for dinner, you couldn't get the image of his smiling face out of your mind. You were definitely crushing on him in a bad way. And it may have been your imagination, but you were pretty sure he felt the same way. Parking along the curb, you got out and locked your car. As you approached the front door, it opened to reveal your mom standing there excitedly. "There you are! I was wondering when you were going to show." she excitedly stated. "Hi mom." you told her and gave her a quick hug. Then of course you had to tease her. "It's almost like you haven't seen me in forever." "Well sometimes a week is forever." You laughed at that and slipped your shoes off. "Dinner done?" "Just about." She headed to the kitchen and you followed her. The house smelled heavenly, making your mouth water. When you entered the kitchen, you saw your dad gathering dishes to set the table with. "Hey you." "Hey dad. Need a hand?" you asked. You took the plates from him and then furrowed your eyebrows in confusion. "Why are there four plates?" "Remember how we rented out the apartment above the garage a couple weeks back?" Your mom began transferring the meal to serving dishes. "I invited him over for dinner." "Really?" you questioned. Not that it was surprising considering your mom. Then your dad piped in. "He's a nice, young man." That sent off warning signals. "Wait, are you guys trying to hook me up again?" "Oh really now." your mom tsked. "Would we do that?" "Yes. Yes you would." Your parents shared a conspiratorial look. They last couple of guys they had set you up with were utter failures in the relationship department, making it so you weren't keen on their help. Besides, if you did manage to see Daehyun again, you could see if that led to anything. A small blush formed on your face as you got ready to tell them about him. "Well, actually.." The doorbell rang, cutting you off. "That must be him now. Hold that thought." Your mom took off so fast for the front door you wondered if she had whiplash. Your dad chuckled as he went to the dining room. "Come on." You followed him and placed the plates around the table. "As I was saying, I actually met this guy at work earlier today so don't get your hopes up about tonight." He raised his eyebrow at that, but didn't say anything. You heard your mother's voice and turned to greet the guest. Then your mouth dropped open. "Here they are. Daehyun, this is.." The male said your name with a surprised look on his face. "Oh. You two know each other?" your mom questioned. "Uh... yeah." you answered. "At the coffee shop." Daehyun added. Your dad came around the table. "At the coffee shop, huh?" He smiled wickedly at you. "That was today?" Blushing, you swallowed thickly and nodded. "Well isn't this a lovely coincidence." Your mom's smiled mirrored your dad's. "Why don't you two finish setting the table while your dad and I grab the food." Your parents swiftly left the dining room, leaving you alone with Daehyun. The two of you stood there silently and you wished the ground would open up to swallow you whole. He cleared his throat and took a step closer. "Well, this is a shock." "Yeah." you agreed with a nervous chuckle. You turned back to the table and started spreading the napkins around. Then you were very much aware of the man moving to stand next to you. "It was good by the way." he told you. "The coffee." Still blushing, you smiled at him. "That's good."  You fumbled with the silverware until he reached out to take them from you. He finished setting the table before turning to you. That same bright smile formed on his face. "So, is there any particular reason your mom insisted I come over for dinner tonight?" Fuck my life. If your face could get any hotter, it would be on fire. Thankfully your parents entered the room at the moment, saving you from having to answer. They set the food on the table and your mom fussed over Daehyun, telling him she hopes he enjoys the food and to eat as much as he wants. You were also 100% sure she had to stop herself from squealing when Daehyun pulled out your chair for you. Once Daehyun sat down in his own chair, you peeked over at him to see him watching you with his eyes twinkling in amusement. You quickly looked away and caught your dad's gaze, only to see amusement in his eyes as well as he smirked at you. That's when you decided to keep your head down and stare at your plate. Throughout the dinner, you mom kept up most of the conversation. Which was mostly peppering Daehyun with questions. How was work, stuff about his family, how the apartment was. You resisted the urge to kick her under the table. It was one thing to be curious, but your mom was making it seem like an interrogation. And every time she tried to drag you in to the conversation, you could only manage to squeak out short remarks. "So, do you have a special someone in your life? Your head whipped up. "Mom!" She blinked innocently at you. "What? I'm just being polite and getting to know our guest." You turned to Daehyun and was about to apologize when he chuckled. "No ma'am." he declared. Then his gaze slid to you as he smiled. "There's no one like that..." He trailed off, as if he meant to say 'yet' at the end of his sentence. Kill me now. "Well, then." Your mom had a huge grin on her face as she stood up. "I should get this cleared up." Daehyun quickly stood. "Let me help." Your dad swatted his hands away. "No, no, we got it. Why don't the two of you go talk?" "In fact, it's such a lovely night." your mom added, "Why don't you guys go sit on the porch. We'll join you in a few minutes." You opened your mouth to protest but Daehyun spoke first. "That sounds like a good idea." Then to your mom he said, "It was a lovely meal. Thank you for having me." "Of course! We'll have to do this again." Glancing around to see three smiling faces waiting for you, you swallowed and stood up. Silently you led Daehyun to the kitchen and out the back door.

As soon as you were outside on the porch, you took in a deep breath of air to fortify yourself. "Sorry about that." Daehyun smirked at you. "About what?" You closed your eyes and resisted a groan. "I mean... My mom... And..." Great, you were a stammering idiot now. He chuckled and shook his head. "It's fine." Then he indicated towards the porch swing. The one piece of furniture out here that could seat two people. Blushing for probably the hundredth time tonight, you sat on the swing and did your best to ignore the butterflies in your stomach when he sat next to you. "Your parents are pretty cool. Especially your mom." he declared. "She keeps bringing me meals and made me a pie when I moved in." Unable to help yourself, you giggled. "Yeah, that's my mom. She likes fussing over people." "And now I understand why I had to come to dinner tonight." he continued. "And why she wouldn't take no for an answer." Well this quickly became mortifying. "Uh... yeah. About that... I'm really sorry." You rolled your eyes and shook your head. "They're probably spying on us through the window right now." He laughed at that. "So I probably shouldn't kiss you right now?" You felt like you were choking on air as you sputtered, making him laugh even more. "Wow, you really know how to lay on the charm don't you?" you accused and playfully glared at him. "Absolutely." he agreed, unperturbed. "And I'm going to keep laying it on pretty thick cause I'm really hoping you'll say that you want to see me again." A smile formed on your face and you had to look away for a moment. When you met his gaze again, he was smiling and looking at you in anticipation. "I..." He leaned in closer. "Want... to see you again." He leaned back and closed his eyes while forming fists with both his hands. "Yes." Then he opened his eyes to smile at you again. "I'd ask for your phone number but I'm pretty sure your parents have already written it down and are eager to give it to me." This time you barked out a laugh before nodding a few times. "Yeah, that sounds like them." He reached over and took your hand in his, weaving your fingers together. That same tingling like earlier, when he brushed your fingers while taking his receipt, spread over your hand. Then your stomach did flips as he brought your hand up to lightly kiss it. You scrambled for something to say while fireworks shot off in your brain. That's when you noticed movement and you leaned forward to look at the kitchen window better. The curtain was hastily moved back in place. "They spying?" "Yep." Daehyun chuckled. "Guess I made their night, like you made mine." You were blushing again. Again. Then you shyly smiled at him, "You made my whole day."

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* MIXED SIGNALS .

SUMMARY : y/n is a kind-hearted, occasionally rude slytherin who’s friends with charlie weasley, a gryffindor in her year. y/n has obvious feelings for him, and their mutual friends are constantly telling her that they think charlie is into her as well. so y/n does the one thing she swore to herself she’d never do : tell charlie about her feelings for him. PAIRING : charlie weasley x female!reader WARNINGS : badly written flangst. badly written in general. reader punches charlie in the face, and charlie’s a bitch. WORD COUNT : 4945 words. this is by FAR the longest thing i’ve ever written. i’m so sorry A/N : hey guys, i’m back with another fic ! this one’s to ( hopefully ) cheer my best friend lizzie up because she has a huge crush on this boy who she thinks doesn’t like her back. unfortunately, she refuses to tell her that i keep calling him a bitch. this is somewhat based on her situation, and i used she/her pronouns to hopefully make it a bit more personal to her. love you lizzie !! f/n = friend’s name ( your slytherin friend ) g/f/n = gryffindor friend’s name

when she first met charlie weasley, y/n l/n had made herself a promise: she was not going to develop a crush on him, no matter how attractive she found him or how kind his eyes looked.

needless to say, y/n broke that promise. almost immediately, actually.

within weeks of being paired up with him in potions for something snape had nicknamed “forced integration,” y/n was beginning to look forward to seeing him during classes, much to the chagrin of her fellow best slytherin friend f/n.

“the whole dorm’ll be after you if they find out you’ve got the hots for a weasley,” f/n had told her on the walk to potions after catching her staring at him in transfiguration one afternoon.

y/n had choked on her spit and turned to face f/n so quickly that she got whiplash. “what in merlin’s beard are you on about? i don’t - ! i could never - for charlie weasley?”

f/n had simply raised one neatly plucked eyebrow and said, “i didn’t say i was referring to charles,” to which y/n had turned away from them and grumbled to herself, a burning heat covering her face.

since then, f/n had warmed up to the idea of y/n having a crush on charlie, and found great pleasure in teasing her about it, as they were doing right now.

“y/n and freckles, sitting in a tree. k - i - s - s -”

“oh, sod off! that’s so childish. what are you, nine?” y/n complained, pushing her lunch around on her plate. she was very steadily beginning to lose her appetite.

“please,” her gryffindor friend g/f/n piped up from next to f/n, “we all know that f/n’s a five year old at heart.”

y/n and f/n were sitting with g/f/n and their other close friend nymphadora tonks - or just tonks, as she preferred - at the hufflepuff table, as it was the only one that would allow all four of them to dine together in relative peace.

f/n looked playfully livid at g/f/n’s comment. “shut up! just because you don’t know how to have any fun doesn’t mean -”

“i’ll have you know, i’m plenty of fun!” g/f/n scoffed, seeming genuinely insulted.

“now, now, you two. i believe that you’re forgetting the point of this conversation: teasing our dear y/n about her oh-so-obvious love for charles weasley,” tonks said, successfully interrupting the other two’s bickering.

wicked smirks spread across g/f/n’s and f/n’s faces, and y/n rolled her eyes, exasperated.

“it’s not love, dora! please, it’s hardly even a crush.”

tonks chose to ignore the other girl’s use of part of her first name and instead said: “yeah, right. we all know that’s a lie, love.”

g/f/n nodded very seriously. “i hate to break it to you, y/n, but you’ve got a huge crush on the lad.”

“though we’ve no idea why,” f/n added.

y/n wrinkled her nose at the pair. “alright, so maybe i like him, just a little bit -”

“more than just a little bit.”

“- but” y/n sent tonks a pointed glare “it’s not love. and besides, even if i did like him as much as you lot think i do, he doesn’t see me like that. we’re just friends.”

“just friends my arse,” g/f/n snorted.

“it’s incredibly obvious he likes you too, y/n,” f/n said.

y/n wasn’t convinced, and it must’ve shown on her face, because both of them rolled their eyes.

“we’re being serious, you know!” g/f/n cried as she bit into a roll. covering her mouth to finish her thought, she mumbled, “you can just tell with the way he is with you during potions. he’s not like that with the rest of us.”

all five of them were in n.e.w.t.s level potions, for a number of reasons. for y/n and g/f/n, it was because they liked the class, though they both found snape . . . a bit sketchy, to say the least; for tonks and charlie, they took the class because their dream careers required it; and f/n took the class because that was what was expected of them, seeing as they came from a whole family of slytherins.

because they all took the class, they’d become closer friends and often walked to and from the dungeon classroom with each other, which was a plus for y/n - it meant she spent more time with charlie. unfortunately, it also meant that her other friends had more time to witness them together and more fuel for their insane theory that charlie liked her, thereby getting the hopes up of the teensy bit of herself which wholeheartedly believed he did like her.

“right . . .” y/n said slowly, setting her fork down and taking a sip of her water instead. “anyway, how do you all think you did on the -”

“ow!” she cried as tonks elbowed her in the ribs, and her water spilled all over her robes and her lunch plate. “what in godric’s name was that for?!”

“charlie’s looking at you from the gryffindor table, love,” tonks replied, smirking.

y/n let her jaw drop open in horror. “you elbowed in the ribs for that?”

tonks raised her eyebrows, glancing pointedly between y/n the gryffindor table in front of them. “he’s still looking at you.”

rolling her eyes, y/n looked in the direction of the gryffindor table, and sure enough, she locked eyes with charlie weasley. she gave him a small smile, and he grinned and sent her a wave.

g/f/n, who had turned to see if tonks was right, turned back around to face y/n. she gave a single, definite nod. “he definitely likes you, y/n.”

y/n and tonks had transfiguration together after lunch. unlike n.e.w.t.s. level potions, there were a number of students in mcgonagall's n.e.w.t.s. level transfiguration class, because unlike snape, mcgonagall's n.e.w.t.s. exam was reasonable.

because of the large number of students taking the course, the need arose for them to be separated by house to manage class sizes: a class right after breakfast with most of the gryffindors, a class halfway before lunch with the ravenclaws and the small number of left over gryffindors, and a class after lunch for the slytherins and hufflepuffs.

it was on the walk to transfiguration, once they’d left their other two friends behind, that tonks began her favorite discussion to have with y/n.

“really, y/n/n,” she said, bumping her elbow into the other girl’s arm. “you’ve got a great chance with weasley; we can all tell he likes you. you should just shoot your shot already.”

tonks had picked up the muggle phrase awhile ago, and y/n didn’t like it one bit.

“i’ve already told you!” y/n groaned. “he doesn’t like me like that. will you please drop it, tonks?”

tonks clicked her tongue. “sure, i’ll drop it.” y/n breathed a sigh of relief. “if you really don’t want to believe that your crush has feelings for you, too.”

y/n turned to her looking very cross. “name one reason why i should believe you when you say he likes me.”

tonks was silent as the pair began to climb one of hogwarts’ moving staircase. she was quiet so long, in fact, that y/n thought that she’d made her point, and couldn’t help feeling a tad disappointed; the fight to get her to confess couldn’t be over that quickly, could it ?

apparently not, because just as y/n had the thought, tonks said, “he’s more of a bitch when he’s with you.”

“excuse me?”

“i mean it in a good way. he annoys you more, on purpose. he’s still nice, obviously - if he weren’t nice you wouldn’t like him - but you know when he takes your purple quill without asking first because he knows you hate it when people tough your quills?”

y/n nodded.

“well, he does it because he wants to get a reaction out of you. probably thinks you’re cute when you’re mad, or something cliche like that.”

“is that all?” y/n questioned, clearly unconvinced. tonks shook her head as they turned the corner a few doors down from transfiguration.

“when he’s not annoying you on purpose, he’s listening to you talk as if he actually cares about what you have to say, which he clearly does. he looks at you like you hung the stars in the sky, too, but thinking too long about that part makes me a bit nauseous.”

y/n wrinkled her nose. “tonks, how do know so much about boys if you’re only into girls?”

tonks’ grin as they got to the transfiguration door was devilish. “because i’ve had to save far too many witches from boys who don’t really like them, and i’ve come to have a second sense for these things.”

the pair was silent as they entered the class. they were silent as they took their seats in the middle of the room, and they were silent yet as they pulled their supplies from their book bags. and then: “do you . . . do you really think that i should tell him, tonks?”

she gave y/n a sweet, genuine smile, her eyes soft. “of course, love. there’s no way he’ll say no to you.”

over the course of the next couple of days, y/n thought long and hard about what tonks had said. did she really think that charlie liked her as more than a friend? maybe. she wasn’t sure if she actually thought that she did or if her hope that he did was just so strong that she’d convinced herself.

either way, she figured that if all three of her closest friends could agree on something, it must’ve been at least partly true.

when saturday came, y/n had made up her mind: she was going to tell charlie how she felt about him.

she found him in the library after she’d finished breakfast. it was his self-allotted study time, and he was there every saturday after breakfast without fail. y/n felt a bit bad knowing she’d be interrupting his studying with her confession, but she hoped that what would happen after she confessed would make her interruption worth it.

he was sitting at a table hidden behind a number of bookshelves, and y/n took a moment to admire him.

he was absolutely gorgeous, no matter what her friends said. his face and neck were covered with freckles, with the highest spattering concentration going across his sharp nose and the tops of his cheeks. they were on the backs of his hands, too, and y/n had noticed a few times when charlie rolled up his sleeves during potions that he had freckles dancing up his arms as well.

his hair was fluffy and unkempt, and a little longer than y/n figured his parents liked. but y/n adored his hair, and wanted desperately to run her fingers through it.

which you’ll get to do, she reminded herself, if you stop being a coward and go over there and tell him.

so she walked closer to his table, and in the blink of an eye she was standing across from him saying, “hey, charlie! can i sit here?”

charlie looked up at her and smiled a bright, kind smile that took her breath away. he was absolutely adorable, and y/n absolutely hated it.

“sure thing, y/n,” he said, watching her as she pulled out the chair across from him and sat down. he looked back up to her face, meeting her eyes again, and his smile grew wider.

“so, y/n, what’re you up to on this fine morning?”

y/n looked away, fiddling with her fingers on the table. “oh, you know. nothing . . . much. had a couple muffins for breakfast.”

charlie laughed. “is that all? that’s not a very balanced diet, y/n/n.”

“oh, shut up!” she replied, her face heating up a bit. “you hardly eat anything for breakfast other than waffles; why should i listen to you?”

“at least i eat them with blueberries,” charlie said with a shrug, looking back down to his parchment to scribble something down.

“and i eat my muffins with jam, like a normal person.”

“i’m offended to know that you think i’m not normal just because i prefer butter to jam,” charlie said, but the still-present smile on his face told y/n that he wasn’t, in fact, all that offended.

“but why’d you really stop by to visit me, y/n? i find it hard to believe that you’d come into the library this early in the morning just to discuss eating habits with me.”

y/n bit her lip, and began to clean her nails to give her nervous hands something to do. “well . . .” she began, making eye contact with him before quickly looking away again. “i wanted to tell . . . i mean, i wanted to let you know that, um -”

“come on, y/n, out with it! you can tell me whatever it is, i promise,” charlie encouraged. y/n looked back up at him, and found that his bright grin had been replaced by a soft smile, warm and inviting, and y/n found herself blurting it out all at once.

“i like you, charlie! really like you! in a more than friends kind of way!”

charlie’s smile drooped into a puzzled frown, and y/n felt an embarrassed heat crawl its way up her arms.

“oh? oh . . . i’m sorry, y/n . . .” charlie said, looking away from her, and she felt her breath catch in her throat. sorry was never good.

“it’s just i - i don’t like you like that, love. you’re a wonderful girl - a wonderful friend, really - and i’m flattered, i am, but . . . you’re really . . . just a friend.”

there’s no way he’ll say no to me my arse. apparently, charlie weasley could say no to her quite easily.

y/n swore she felt her heart stop beating, and it dropped down into her stomach like a stone.

despite this, she smiled at him and said, “oh, that’s alright. i understand, charlotte.”

charlie scrunched up his nose at the nickname. “you’re really alright?” he asked, voice dripping with sincere concern, and despite the fact that her heart was solid as a stone in the pit of her stomach, y/n felt it melt a little.

“‘course i am,” she told him. “i just wanted you to know; i wasn’t looking for my feelings to be reciprocated” - a lie, but charlie didn’t need to know that - “so you’re all good, charlie.”

he looked unconvinced, but didn’t say anything about being so. instead, he said, “i am really sorry, y/n.”

“stop apologizing when you have nothing to apologize for, you git,” y/n teased as she stood up from the chair she’d been sitting in and pushed it in. “now, that was lovely, really it was, but i have to be going now. i promised g/f/n i’d go with her to talk to snape about our last essay.”

that was also a lie: g/f/n wasn’t the type of student to need to talk to professors about her assignments, and even if she was, there was no way in hell that she’d’ve gone to talk to snape, even if it was with y/n.

charlie smiled at her again and waved goodbye. “see you in potions on monday!”

y/n, who had just begun to walk away, turned back and called, “see you in potions, charlotte!” before making her way to the great doors of the library, fighting back tears all the way.

after a day and a half of moping and eating ice cream for dinner, y/n had decided that she was going to make being only friends with charlie work, for both their sakes. she enjoyed his company too much to cut ties with him - too much, even, to ignore him for only a few days - and so going back to only seeing him as a friend was the best option for making sure he wasn’t uncomfortable and she didn’t have a broken heart.

seeing charlie as only a friend proved to be more difficult than she’d anticipated, though. she hadn’t realized she’d liked him as much as it seemed she did, so when she walked into potions the monday after being friend-zoned, telling herself he was strictly a friend now, and found him already turned around in his seat waiting for someone - waiting for her, it seemed, if his grin upon meeting her eye was anything to go by - y/n had the breath knocked out of her.

and was it just her, or had charlie been acting overly-interested lately? in the following weeks, y/n noticed that charlie would do . . . little things, little things that he hadn’t done before she told him she liked him.

he often found excuses to touch her during potions now. he would spread his legs a little wider than usual and rest his knee against her thigh, or lean a little farther to the left, a little closer to her, so that their elbows - sometimes even their whole forearms - were touching.

he’d stopped stealing her quills so often, and had begun to always offer to get up to get ingredients for the potions they made in class. he snuck chocolate frogs into snape’s classroom for her on occasion, too. his excuse was always that he’d seen them hiding in his trunk and decided to bring one in for her on impulse since he knew she got hungry in class, but he’d done it too often now for it to be a coincidence.

it was all very confusing, and y/n didn’t like it one bit. when it had first started happening, her friends had left it alone, not teasing her about how charlie was acting because y/n had told them about her train-wreck of a confession.

they’d all assumed that charlie was only being extra nice to instill the idea that him and y/n were just friends, even if it did seem suspiciously like things someone would do for someone they had feelings for; charlie was a bit daft sometimes, and the group had no doubt that this was one of the occasions where the boy just didn’t know what he was doing.

but they could only hold back on their teasing for so long, and it started up again when charlie decided to sit with them at the hufflepuff table one day.

“he sat with us because he likes you,” g/f/n had said matter-of-factly, which caused y/n to roll her eyes.

“he told me he doesn’t,” she’d sighed, dragging the duh in ‘doesn’t’ out for emphasis.

g/f/n had looked by no means convinced.

that day had turned into two, which turned into three, which turned into five and then ten, and sooner than they knew it their meal-time group of four was expanded to a meal-time group of five.

charlie always squeezed in next to g/f/n, no matter which side of the table she sat at, which made y/n a little jealous, though she constantly reminded herself she had no right to be. charlie didn’t like her - he’d said so himself, to her face. so what if he’d been acting like maybe he liked her? he didn’t.

y/n groaned, taking the open seat on the other side of g/f/n at the hufflepuff table. “remind me again why it’s not friday yet?”

“because it’s only wednesday,” g/f/n replied, munching happily on her morning muffin.

y/n groaned again, falling against g/f/n and burying her face in her shoulder. “i don’t want to go to charms this early in the morning.”

“you go to charms this early in the morning every day, loser” f/n said, and tonks snickered.

y/n didn’t even lift her head up. “don’t care; i stand by what i said.”

“how’d you sleep, y/n?” charlie’s question was so strange that y/n just had to sit up straight, and peered around g/f/n to look at him with a raised eyebrow.

“i slept fine, charlie,” she told him, and took a bite of an apple before continuing. “how . . . did you sleep?”

charlie shrugged. “slept fine. but uhm . . .” he looked down at the table. “there’s a hogsmeade trip saturday, and i was wondering if . . .”

“we’d love to go with you, charlie!” g/f/n cried. “unfortunately, f/n and i are busy, so you and y/n and tonks’ll have to go alone.”

charlie looked startled by g/f/n reply, but grinned at her anyway. “wonderful. just what i wanted to know. it’s a shame you two can’t be joining us, though.”

“i don’t know if i can go, either,” tonks piped up. “i’ve got . . . er, certain matters to deal with here at school.” when you looked up at her in mild alarm, she merely shot you a wink and went back to her oatmeal.

“what she means,” f/n said with a roll of their eyes, “is that she’s got plans to sleep with that ravenclaw girl she’s been eyeing for the past three weeks.”

tonks shrugged, clearly unashamed, and you wrinkled your nose.

“and with that lovely mental image,” you began, swinging your leg over the bench and picking your book bag up from next to you, “i bid you all goodbye.” you picked up a muffin from the plate in the middle of the five of you for the walk to flitwick’s class. on second thought . . . you thought, and reached over to grab two more.

“going to flitwick’s so soon, are we, love?” tonks asked, setting her fork down and resting her chin in her palm.

y/n rolled her eyes, but she didn’t get the chance to respond, as charlie turned around towards her and said, “i’ll come with you!” before shoveling a last bit of egg into his mouth and standing, his book bag already over his shoulder.

y/n blinked. the two of them didn’t have charms together - the slytherins had it with the ravenclaws - so she was confused as to why he wanted to leave with her when she was going in the opposite direction (he had care of magical creatures first thing in the morning, and y/n knew that for a fact).

but instead of asking about it, she simply shrugged, said “alright,” and started walking away from the hufflepuff table, not bothering to wait for charlie.

of course, waiting wasn’t an issue, seeing as he had a good few inches on her, and long legs to boot. within seconds, charlie was matching her stride for stride and then some.

they walked to the doors of the great hall in silence, and y/n couldn’t help but wonder if it was as awkward as she felt it was.

when they exited, she kept walking straight, towards the large staircase in the entrance hall. she’d barely taken two steps, though, when a hand grabbed her wrist and pulled her to the right. y/n gave a small yelped, startled, and landed against one of the great hall’s open doors with a soft thump.

she found charlie looking down at her, leaning against the door as well. his hand still held her wrist, and his other hand came up to hold her forearm lightly. he was standing too close for comfort - read: to close for just friends - and y/n’s face flushed.

“charlie?” she said his name like a question, though she wasn’t sure what she was asking.

charlie gave her a smile, and it was very unlike his usual smiles: whereas his usual smiles were broad and beaming, this one was small and soft, and it was making y/n very confused.

“you know, i wasn’t going to ask the whole group if they wanted to go to hogsmeade on saturday,” he said, voice as soft as his smile. y/n felt her heart drop into her stomach, very much like it did weeks ago when he’d told her she was just a friend.

“you weren’t?”

he shook his head, and when it stilled y/n noticed that he was glancing between her eyes and her lips. she sucked her lips into her mouth, slightly panicked and very nervous. they were just friends! so why did it look to y/n like charlie really wanted to kiss her?

he didn’t say anything else, so instead she asked, “who . . . who were you going to ask?”

charlie shuffled a bit closer to her. “you,” he said, and he was staring into her eyes so intently that y/n felt the panic bubbling up from her gut. it bubbled up into her throat like bile, and suddenly y/n was so overwhelmed that she did the first thing she could think of.

she pulled her arm up - quickly - and punched charlie weasley straight in the nose.

charlie cried out, his hands flying up to cover his nose as he jerked back. “what the bloody hell was that for?!”

“i’m sorry, i panicked!” she said, eyes wide with horror. she really hadn’t meant to punch him; it was simply impulse.

good luck telling that to mcgonagall.

“what in godric’s name made you so panicked that you punched me?!”

“you were being a bitch!” both of them were yelling, and y/n was surprised that no one had come out of the great hall to see what all the yelling was about.

“i was being a bitch?” he asked, incredulous. “how?”

“you - you were sending a bunch of mixed signals and -”

“so you punched me?!”

“yes!”

charlie pulled his hand away from his nose and inspected it. his nose wasn’t bleeding - which didn’t surprise y/n in the slightest, because the punch had been horrible - but it was an angry shade of red, more violent and unflattering even than his hair.

when he was satisfied, he looked back at y/n. “what mixed signals was i sending?”

he didn’t sound angry, which relieved y/n beyond belief. “you - you wanted to . . . go with me to hogsmeade,” she said, sounding unsure.

charlie cocked his head, like a curious puppy. “and so you punched me in the face?”

y/n felt her face burning again. godric, why was she so prone to doing that around this boy?

“alone,” she said defensively, folding her arms over her chest and letting herself slouch a bit. “you wanted to go with me to hogsmeade alone.”

charlie opened his mouth, but y/n cut him off before he could say anything. “and the chocolate frogs! and all the touching! it’s very confusing, because you told me that i was just a friend, and i wanted to respect that and then the sitting with us at meals! you never used to sit with us before! and so then i think that maybe - but you only sit next to g/f/n, and then i think that you like her, but you only started sitting with us after i told you how i felt!”

charlie looked away from y/n, and his hand came up to rub the back of his neck sheepishly. “well . . .” he started. he looked back up at her, and she raised an eyebrow expectantly. he sighed.

“after you told me you liked me, i got to thinking and . . . i realized that i . . . liked you too. and i know how it sounds!” charlie added hurriedly, seeing the doubt in y/n’s eyes. “and i thought that i only started to like you like that because you’d told me that you liked me like that, and i tried to forget about it and stick to being just friends with you, but then we were sitting in potions one day and you were doodling on your arm with a pen and you looked so concentrated and - and i don’t know, but i realized that it wasn’t just a suggestion thing, but that i - that i - that i really like you.”

y/n was a bit startled by charlie’s outburst, seeing as he didn’t talk much about his feelings, nor did he stutter; he just wasn’t the type.

charlie fiddled with the sleeves of his robes after finishing his rant - a clear sign that he was nervous, and his distress only increased as you remained silent. “well?”

"did you think that our hogsmeade trip was going to be like a date?”

charlie looked taken aback. “i mean . . . i suppose so?”

“that’s a prick move you know. telling me we’re just friends and then deciding you like me and asking me out on a date.”

“i’m beginning to realize that.”

you nodded, satisfied with his answer. “good.”

“do you . . . do you still like me, too?”

y/n rolled her eyes, but said, “of course i still like you, you imbecile.”

“and . . . and do you still want to go to hogsmeade with me?” he looked so hopeful and anxious all at once that y/n just had to let her face soften.

“of course.” charlie perked up immediately.

“but,” she continued, “i want you to know that nothing may come out if it at first. you told me you only saw me as a friend, and then suddenly you’re telling me you like me; i’m going to need some time to process.”

he gave her a lopsided grin. “i’m okay with that.”

she smiled at him softly. “good. now, let’s get you to the hospital wing, yeah?”

charlie nodded, still smiling at her, and y/n stepped forward, looped her arm through his, and started on the way to the hospital wing, pulling him along with her.

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Life on Crow Avenue: Part 10

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Warning: Description of a car accident! Self-deprecating tendencies form Remus and Roman! Mention of abusive and homophobic parents! 

A particular graphic description of Roman’s injuries is marked in the text like this, so you might skip it if you need to.

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A few minutes of silence followed after they all had sat down around the table. Remus was fumbling with his fingers and Patton was playing with the thought of interfering with that when Logan suddenly asked: “Do we need to keep it down so Roman will not be bothered by our conversation?”

Remus looked up and pulled his eyebrows up.

“Nah. He’s one of those people who can lie down and are just knocked out. He’s probably asleep for some minutes by now,” Remus explained and leaned back in his chair.

A short moment passed, little noises from the five men sitting and adjusting themselves in their seats.

“Is there a moment where it started? Like, for you to have these thoughts of, uhm-” Virgil asked out of the blue just to for Janus to swat him in the arm and Remus cut him off with a little laugh.

“These thoughts of me killing myself? When that started?” Remus completed the question for Virgil and continued before any of the three others could tell him he did not have to talk about it. “I’m impressed that you go for the direct route. Usually when I only mention that the stupid jokes are more than that people just straight up walk away. You’re impressively brave, kid…”

Remus chuckled a bit and ran his fingers through his hair, nervously rubbing his feet together under the table. He felt itchy and weird. A little as if he stood next to himself, as if he wasn’t quite sure who he was.

A breath in. A breath out. Here he was.

He looked up to Virgil and then to his side, to Patton and Logan. Lastly to Janus. Remus smiled and titled his head. Shrugged.

“I suppose, I can tell you how it started but it’s not going to be fun,” Remus then said and watched the reactions of the others.

Janus was reserved but did not seem like he would interject. Virgil looked fearful and so did Patton. And Logan-

“What does ‘it’s not going to be fun’ mean? Could you be less vague?”

Logan was cautious but interested. The spirit behind these glasses, so sharp, so unyielding. So much more interested in him than Remus had ever dared to hope.

“Oh well,” Remus answered pushing his thoughts aside, “the usual fun stuff: homophobic parents, a car crash in which I lost a part of my hearing, a bit of homelessness and that junk. You know. Just the regular.”

They all held their breath. Except for Remus, who grinned and took a sip from the glass of water in front of him. It was easier to smile through it. It stopped him from crying.

“Still wanna listen?”

The answer was no. Nobody ever wanted to listen. Hell, Roman did not want to listen or talk about it. And Remus understood why. It was hard and heavy and it hurt him. He could not just unload all of it on him. He was carrying enough as it was. And even less so he could do this to those men around the table.

“Yes, very much so.”

Remus jerked his head up and stared at Logan. Logan looked at him so intently, so sincerely and added seeing the confusion in Remus’s face: “I understand you want to talk about it. I will offer you my ear and I am prepared for what you will tell us. It is fine, Remus. Please share with us what you need to share.”

Remus blinked disoriented and then felt how his hand was clasped in Patton’s and he looked to Patton. He gave him an encouraging nod paired with a wavery smile and Remus did not know what this was. What was happening.

He frowned and at once had a hand put on his shoulder. It was Patton’s, he had moved it up form his hand, and through all the numbness he had felt thorough today, an itsy bitsy, tiny spark of something light up inside of him. Remus thought that it had no right to be there.

“Lo’s right. If you need to you can tell us. We offered our help and if we couldn’t give it, we wouldn’t have stayed here. I promise you, Remus,” Patton said so gently and Remus looked over to Janus.

He would disagree, Remus was sure. But when he looked at him, he just gave a nod with is lips pressed together in a firm line and Remus took a moment to realize the meaning of that. That he possibly could tell his story.

As if he was in a trance Remus’s eyes landed back on Virgil and the young man nodded in agreement as the others did. So, it was settled. Remus could despite everything tell his story.

For the first time in a long while Remus had to collect himself. Had to think about how he should start this. He circled his shoulders and Patton’s hand was gone and did no longer distract him.

“Uhm, so,” Remus babbled and scratched the back of his head, “I suppose I begin with our father finding out about – well me being pan and Ro being gay, even though I still don’t know how he figured Roman out, because he was pretty good at pretending, he was not in fact gay as a rainbow. Anyway, we were seventeen and he found out. It was a Thursday and we came back from school and he was somehow home and started shouting about what a disgrace we were, how disgusting it was and I naturally shouted back at him and it became a huge fight. He hit me a few times-”

“He hit you?!” Janus exclaimed horrified.

Remus shot him a look and shrugged: “Yeah, he did. Not every day and not always but he did quite often. He also drank at the weekends and it wasn’t fun. But that’s another thing. Anyway, he hit me a bit and then Ro got between us and Dad hit him a few times and for some reason, he then stormed off. Which left me relieved for a short second before I panicked and thought about how it would turn out when he’d come back. I had already the great imagery of him shooting me with a rifle he stole from neighbours, when Roman grabbed me by the arm and told me to pack our clothes. Before I got to ask why, he said he’d take our documents and we’ll go. We’d leave and never come back.”

Remus took a short breather and remembered the look in Roman’s eyes when he told him that. The look of a boy who had suffered and tried too long and wanted to flee.

“He had a car and a license. And I had thought about running away for years at that point but I was certain he wouldn’t want to leave and – So, I did not talk back, got our clothes and raided part of the kitchen and we hurried into his car and then he drove. Away. We did not know where, just that we’d leave the state and then see how further. I know it was stupid and unplanned but we were at the end of our wits and it felt good to get away. It felt good to feel free.”

Remus eyed Patton’s hand close to his own. He wanted to hold it. Needed to hold it almost felt like. And promptly Remus reached for Patton’s hand and took it. He took a wavery breath and quickly met eyes with Patton before he continued.

“Then – Well, it was not Roman’s fault. He was not on his phone and he was not driving too fast. He never did. Something was wrong with the car, which was weird because he just had it checked by the mechanic like a few weeks before but. In a curve, something malfunctioned, Roman never could explain me what it was, but we went over the edge and the whole car rolled over several times. Something made a terribly loud sound close to my ears and I lost my orientation for a good bit. Blacked out or something. When I was back again the car stood still and was upright and I somehow manged to yank open the door and I stumble outside. My head hurt like a bitch and I realized that there was still the strange noise and I cursed and I couldn’t hear myself properly.”

Sighing. With his right Remus touched his hearing aid and looked to the cane next to Janus. Something he had to rely on no matter how much he did not want to rely on it.

“I later was told that hearing loss could develop from inner ear concussions after strong whiplashes and such. I was lucky enough to have just that. And I felt sick and was freaked out as fuck, because Roman had no longer been sitting next to me. He – he must have been yanked out of the car through the broken windshield and I started looking around for him.

“I found him a little upwards the hill. He was full of cuts, probably from the glass shreds, a huge one from the right of his forehead over the top of it and there was blood sticking to him everywhere. It looked grotesque, all the blood smeared in the grass, sticking and soaking out of such a little body. When I got closer, I saw bruises and then looked if something was sticking out of him or turned in the wrong direction. Nothing was sticking out and … to my relief I found that he was still faintly breathing.”

Remus stopped again. He looked up. He gulped and watched Janus on the other side of the table. The unbelieving and mortified look in his eyes. Remus chuckled without any humour in it.

“Yeah, I looked like that too. Also, it doesn’t help that we really looked so much alike, so seeing myself kinda bleeding out’s an awfully not fun experience. Anyway, I then took my phone, which somehow had survived all of it safely in my pocket and called 911 because it was the only number I remembered. I told them to stay on the phone, that I could not hear them, because my ears rang like shit, that I was in car crash, that my brother was bleeding out and where we roughly went off the road. That they were not to contact our parents because they would possibly kill me or not come at all which both was shitty and I talked to the phone for a few minutes before I started walking back to the car and got a jacket out, I then threw over Roman. So, he wouldn’t get any colder and stuff. Because I didn’t dare to move him and then I climbed up to the road and waited for the ambulance to come.”

Remus knew he should not be smiling. But he was and the pictures from Roman laying there almost lifeless in front of him shot in front of his eyes again. It was not fun. No laughing matter. But the smile was there nevertheless. And he could not force it away.

A hand was put on the small on Remus’s back and he yanked his head towards Patton. He smiled at him so very gently and Remus felt his grin falter. Felt his expression turn sad and Patton’s arm pull him towards the other. Remus let him do so and gave into the side hug. It was weird to feel alive. It was weird to feel held and warm.

“I would have tried to end it right there and then if he hadn’t been breathing. I would have,” Remus mumbled and to his surprise he got an agreeing response.

“I get that and nobody could fault you for that, Remus. Nobody possibly could fault you for it,” Patton said quite clearly and Remus let those words sink in for a moment.

“That must be such a fuck up thing for the two of you. No wonder Roman did not want to drive back home,” Virgil said after a while and Remus sat up.

He looked at the young man in front of him and sadly shook his head. It was hard to admit but Remus was alone with his memory. Helplessly alone even.

“He doesn’t remember any of it,” Remus started saying and gulped as he felt Patton’s hand sliding away from his side back into his hand and intertwining their fingers helplessly together. “He was in a coma for three days after it. I spent the time learning this fucking chart by heart and was as much in his room as I could, while they had me checked up and asked for our information. They didn’t know what was wrong exactly with him, save for the few bruises, burns, cuts and four cracked rips. They didn’t find anything when they had a closer look of his head, but they weren’t sure when he’d wake up. Eventually, he did on day three and immediately requested to see me and first thing he wanted to do was to stand up and know what was wrong with me and stuff. The day after, to everybody’s surprise and displeasure he did stand up and walked around to ask people where we’d find an ear specialist and someone who could teach us ASL.”

Remus paused and massaged the bride of his nose before he let out an airy laugh.

“Some nurses and I eventually got him back to bed and we could convince him to stay there for a week or so. Then things were temporarily settled and we were brought to foster parents. I had some bruises from my Dad on me which were enough to convince them to not send us home again and that’s how we ended up with an okay couple and their daughter and son for a year or so. It wasn’t really good. I was struggling with not understanding what was going on around me and we had nothing left. Nowhere to turn to. Roman meanwhile learnt ASL and taught me as much as he could and well, he then – basically did everything which led us to be here.”

Remus made a wide, cantilevered gesture and pointed to the room around them. He looked to this room, which was so much bigger than anything he ever thought he could own. And it was just their living room. Just the place they were meant to watch TV together and eat. Just this room alone was so much more than Remus ever dreamed of possessing.

“What do you mean by he did everything? What exactly did he do?”

Remus turned back to Janus. Remus blinked and chuckled a little.

“He got us an apprenticeship as florists when we turned eighteen and learnt about flowers and plants despite never really being passionate about it. He signed me up for all the doctor’s appointment I needed to go to get my ears checked out properly and helped me get a credit for the hearing aids. He got a stupid van where we lived in for a few months and sold flowers from before we could afford the first place we started from.”

Janus looked like he wanted to cut Remus off but Remus continued talking as if he hadn’t seen Janus wanting to cut him off.

“And he did so, while throwing his whole fucking life away. He didn’t try to pursue his dream of Broadway, he didn’t have friends anymore but me and he still acts as if it was nothing. As if I had not fucking ruined his life, as if I hadn’t fucking stolen his life in exchange for continuing to live mine. And I know it’s not this easy and shit, but for fuck’s sake; He made this, he accomplished this on his own! He can live on his own. He doesn’t need me for this nonsense.”

A moment of silence followed and Remus shivered. It was getting later and his bare feet were getting kinda cold. It didn’t matter. He deserved it.

“This ‘nonsense’ meaning life I assume?”

Remus shot a glare to Janus and shrugged pointlessly looking away.

“I doubt that he would agree with you calling your lives ‘nonsense’-” “He wouldn’t.” “-but nevertheless, I have a suspicion that you are not giving yourself enough credit for what you did here.”

Remus laughed. Why would someone ever say this about him? Why would Janus-What-is-your-problem-with-me say this of all people?

Yet before Remus could say that Virgil took his chance and said: “Uncle J’s right for once. Like, this here is not something any person I know could manage to make on their own. You said you did nothing but, like, you learnt about all of these flowers too. You work every fucking day, despite wanting to end it? And how long has it been since the accident now?”

“Nine years,” Remus said his throat feeling incredibly dry.

“Nine fucking years! You didn’t kill yourself for nine fucking years, Remus. You, you are here! You own a house; you have your own store and you did this with your brother! He was so miserable when he learnt what you did and you must know that he’s not doing well either. You two kept each other alive for so long, which isn’t – isn’t really good or okay in – in a way, but it’s outstanding and definitely not nothing! You say he can do this on his own, but you know he can’t. Of all the people who know him you must know that better than anyone else. I know, I’ll make sure of it even, that Roman won’t be left alone, but he’s – he’s not ready to let you go. Not any time soon.”

Remus did not want to hear that. He knew it was right. He really did. He had known for so long that Roman wasn’t ready. That he possibly would never be ready.

“But I am so tired. I just. I don’t want anymore. I can’t anymore. I just don’t want to have to do this anymore. To continue suffering. I want it to stop…”

Remus didn’t know when the last time had been when he cried. He hadn’t known that he still was alive enough to even cry. To laugh, certainly. To joke, always. To flirt, every day.

But to cry?

No, he had believed that those times had long been over.

And yet here he was. Crying in his own living room, surrounded by people, who in all honesty wanted him to stay alive despite not knowing him for much longer than a month.

The weirdly thin arms of the beanpole were draped across Remus’s shoulder and he realized for a tiny fraction of a second that he smelled like cat food and that that somehow smelled very delicious and then took the embrace needily.

Remus wasn’t sobbing and whimpering like Roman, just a few tears and a bit of sniffling but not much more. He got lost in the contact, in the delight of being touched, of being held and when a second pair of arms was put around him, he could have melted on the spot. Even more so when he sensed Patton’s scruffy chin shortly brush over his shoulder as the man pulled him towards himself. Patton was holding him. Patton was holding him and it was so unspeakably nice to be held by him.

It shouldn’t be. Remus wanted (he didn’t) to pull away. But severing their contact, losing Patton’s touch, felt like flames burning his skin. He had to let go but he didn’t want to.

“It’s okay, Remus. It’s okay. I’ll hold you as long as you want me to.”

And Remus did that. For the first time in a long while he let himself have what he wanted. He let himself be held and be warm for a few moments.

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Last Days | PART 3

Pairing: 6 Underground! Four/Billy x reader

Word Count: 3.9 k

Warnings: Drinking, smut (Whaaaa?)

Summary: To everyone else, he was a suave young man in a gang of thieves, someone they would rather not get tangled up with. To you, he was a cheeky bastard who wouldn’t get out of your hair and most of all, a rival thief. But one day, he decides to reach out to you.

Publishing Date: 29 March 2020

A/N: Hello my dears! Thank you for being so patient with me. It’s been 2 months I think since I posted Part 2. Thank you for being so patient. I LOVE YOU. I had my midterms but now they’re over and everyone is in quarantine and practicing social isolation. Part 3 is quite short but it’s pretty satisfactory (I hope). Again I can’t say when I’ll post the next part, just know that I am trying my very best, under these circumstances, to write these fics. Thank you again! I love and appreciate you lots! (Also pls excuse any grammar or spelling mistakes I’ve made thanks)

PART 1  2

Pouring your heart out to someone you’ve known for less than a year, wasn’t exactly an easy feat. But you felt like you had to do it. If it weren’t for Billy, God knows the amount of debt you’d be in. Granted, he was the one who put you in debt. But the profit from the tiara would be more than you would have gotten from the Pasteque or the Blasé.

The cold wind sent goosebumps along your skin, causing an involuntary shiver. Though it could have also been due to your nerves. Your fidgeting hands picked at the sticker on the beer bottle until it had come off.

How would you put this?

“So long story short, I think I just wanted to say…” You concluded. “Thank you.”

“Thank you?” He repeated, inching closer to hear your whispers.

“You are saving my life by giving me the chance to work with you.” You put down your beer bottle. “The tiara will give us 1 million each!”

“You do realize I stole the necklace and ring from you, right? That’s why you’re in debt.”

“Yes, but I spent a bit too much preparing for those that even if I did steal them, the profits wouldn’t be much.” Billy arched a brow curiously. “This time, however, you’re the one who’s paying for the preparation. I’m getting 100% of my profits, but you… How much did you spend anyway?”

“Well, how much was the Pasteque?”

“Christ, Billy…” You stood up from the bench suddenly. “3 Mil? This means you’re losing money!”

“Stop worrying about me (Y/N). I’m not the one deep in debt.” He lightly gripped your hand to pull you back on the bench next to him. “You need the money more than I do.”

A moment of silence passed between you two. You didn’t know what to say to him. He’s sacrificing millions for you. But why? Was he feeling sorry for you?

“You need the money more than I do.” You barely hear him utter those words. “You need to take all the money. Please.”

“What? No!” You looked at him with disbelief. “Billy, you deserve your share.”

“Well, you didn’t deserve what I pulled over the last few months. Take. The money.” He said almost harshly. “The 2 million? It’s all yours.”

“Stop making things so difficult!” Your voices started to raise, each trying to overlap the other’s.

“It’s not difficult. I’m giving you the money. Why won’t you take it?! Who’d refuse free money?”

“You’re just feeling sorry for me, and I refuse to accept your pitiful handouts.”

“This isn’t a pitiful handout. I’m just trying to help you!” He rose from his seat to stare you down. “Why won’t you accept my help?”

A pang in your chest. “Why do you care, Billy?” Your voice had started to tremble. “Why do you care how I do? Why would you willingly sacrifice so much to help me? You just care SO MUCH, don’t you?”

You buried your face in the palms of your hands. Wherever these sudden bursts of emotions had come from, you didn’t know. All you knew was that you felt ridiculous, in your huge green dress, weeping like a child in front of Billy.

You felt his warm hands wrap around you. “I can’t tell you why I care. But I just do.”

“You need to think about yourself too.” Your words came out muffled from behind your hands.

You started wiping your tears hastily and smearing mascara everywhere.

“Look.” You spoke before Billy could get a word in. “I… care about you too.”

Your words not only took Billy by surprise but you as well.

“I get that you’re just wanting to help me, or just trying to apologize. But, what about you? You need the mo-”

“I have money, (Y/N). This isn’t my third or fourth heist.” Billy scratched the back of his neck. “Unlike you.”

You were sitting on the fence here. You needed the money. The other million would help you out SO much. You just didn’t want Billy to lose so much to do so.

“Are you sure about this?”

“Answer the question yourself.” He merely sat back on the bench and stared out at the city. “Will the extra million help you?”

Silence once more. You, wondering if you can accept his offering. Him, wondering how else he can convince you to take the money. And he cared too much to give in.

“If I’m the reason why you’re not accepting the money, you have nothing to worry about. I have money from previous heists.” He suddenly turned to you. “Please don’t tell me it’s because of your pride or some other stupid thing?”

You paused to think. “And you are still working with the crew?”

“Yes.”

“You swear you have money from prior heists and the Blasé.”

“I have money from prior heists, I swear.”

His eyes watched as you bit down on lip in uncertainty, as you licked your lips to wet them. Your nose scrunched in concentration, weighing the pros and cons.

“Alright.” You started to speak. “If you really don’t mind… I’ll take the money.”

His fists thrust up in victory.  "Final-“

“On the condition that I will pay you back.”

Shrugging, he accepted your terms. “Only after you get out of that financial rut.”

A warm feeling spread in your chest. “I guess I owe you another thanks?”

“Love, you look like a raccoon.”

“Excuse me?” His comment was like whiplash on your sincere words. “I’m trying to…”

“The uh…” He playfully laughed, gesturing at the area around your eyes. “Mascara?”

“Fuck.” You rubbed at it, not succeeding to get it off at all. “Just…”

“It’s okay. You still look nice.”

“Sweet talk won’t get you anywhere, bugger.”

“You say that.” He put down his now empty beer bottle. “But I can see you biting back that grin.”

You chug down the rest of your beer to avoid his eye contact, slamming your bottle down next to his the moment you were done.

And then it was quiet again. You’ve said what you had come here to say. What else could you do? Just stare out at the magnificent view, then. Both you and Billy’s hands still lingering on the beer bottles in between.

It was comfortable, the silence. Not at all awkward like you had thought it would be. The glass bottle was still slightly cold, despite being taken out of the fridge some time ago.

Billy’s fingers were a sudden contrast to the bottle when they brushed against yours. You jumped slightly but said nothing. You, for some reason, didn’t need to think twice of what to do. You merely smiled to yourself as you returned his grasp.

Your fingers intertwine, ignoring the bottles now. Both pairs of eyes stared straight forward, and neither one spoke. But all the solace you needed was the comforting graze of his thumb over yours, just like he had done during the gala.  

Your pointer finger just tapped rhythmically against the back of his hand, not knowing what to do.

His hand was so big it almost engulfs yours. His palm was as rough as it looked. And his fingers? Thick enough to make your mind wander, and your cheeks flush. Biting down on your lip, you suppress those thoughts.

Your head tilts in his direction, to see that his emerald orbs were already gazing at you.

“Hi.” He whispered.

Was it the wind? Was it the cold night? Was it the way he spoke it? Because whatever it was sent a pleasant shiver down your spine.

“Hi.” You smiled back.

With only the lone streetlight, you could barely see your surroundings. But even in the dark, you could see how intently and adoringly he studied you. The pupils of his eyes were dilated.

Heads inching closer and closer until your foreheads touched, and you could feel his ragged breath on your lips. They were hot. No words now. None of you dared to make a whimper.

It started softly. A teasing brush with just a bit of pressure. Like a dragonfly grazing the surface of the water, testing the waters. You could feel his lips curve up in a smile against yours.

How soft they were.

His lips were tender on yours, like he was mapping out every little curve. His arm dared to come up to cup your cheek as he continued to caress your mouth with his lips.

But the longer it went on, the more desperate and more passionate it got. It went from fleeting butterflies in your stomach to fireworks exploding and going off. His hands explored the curves of your body accentuated by your dress, while your hands made their home in his blond locks, gripping.

A moan escaped you when he bit down particularly hard. You pressed harder against his mouth in encouragement.

He took that as an invitation and parted your lips. You could taste the alcohol from the beer and champagne the two of you had been drinking. It was…intoxicating.

You couldn’t think straight. All you knew was that you wanted more. The heat between your legs demanded more.

You moved your leg to straddle him, but you had forgotten what sat between the two of you.

The two beer bottles fell to the pavement with a deafening crash, big glass shards shattering apart. The sound reverberated in the silent night and forced you and Billy out of your trances.

And both of you just stared at each other, frozen. You, caught halfway between a straddle, must have been quite the spectacle. Billy’s breath hitched in his throat, staring at the lipstick smeared and snogged all over your lips. He shifted uncomfortably.

He was the first to make a move- he shoved you off him. You flinched when he pushed you back into the bench, feeling your heart squeeze tightly in your chest.  

Puzzled, you watched as he squatted down to clean up the glass shards. A mixing pot of emotions brewed in your gut.

Frustration. Confusion. Rejection.

And they all felt ugly.

Why’d he pushed you off like that?

You watched bewilderingly from the bench. He couldn’t even face you right now? His back the only thing you could see, with the way he was positioned.

You’re starting to remember how you look. The black mess of mascara around your eyes. Both of you panting as if you had just run a mile. Your hair was probably a bird’s nest right now.

Though Billy’s hair wasn’t looking any better. You silently ran your eyes over the job you had done, your cheeks turning a deeper shade of red when you recall the feeling of his hair between your fingers.

You felt your thighs clench.

Not the right time, (Y/N)!

“I’m sorry.” Billy suddenly spoke, standing up. He had taken the big shards of glass in his hand carefully. He breezed past you without meeting your eye and threw out the glass in a rubbish bin nearby.

Why was he sorry?

“Come on. I’ll give you a ride home.” His voice was strained. He couldn’t bring himself to look at you. Was he ashamed?

But you didn’t want to say anything either. You just got into the car with him and looked out the window, disappointed with how the night turned out. You had hoped that…

Never mind.

If you and Billy ever decide to talk about it, maybe you could blame it on the alcohol. It was certainly a factor. One too many flutes of champagnes, and the beer, you’d say. You could taste it on him, he could taste it on you.

The two of you may be sat next to each other in the car, but emotionally no one’s ever felt this distant.

Billy looked over at you. The dress and your messy bun had your back exposed to him. You hadn’t bothered to tidy up your hair.

A trail of barely visible nail marks had appeared along your spine, no doubt thanks to Billy. He didn’t know how he felt about that. Only that the front of his pants had felt tighter and he had to shift in his seat to feel more comfortable.

Sitting in the dreadfully silent car, you could only wonder two things.

1. How would the night have gone if the bottles hadn’t been knocked over?

2. How far would the two of you have gone?

But those questions weren’t meant to be answered. The night took a wildly different turn. He had decided to shove you off him.

And that hurt you more than you cared to admit.

A sense of dread washed over you as the car pulled into your apartment. The car came to a stop. Your grip on your purse tightened. What now?

Is he expecting you to leave right away? Perhaps you should say something. Something that had been bugging you.

“Billy,” Your voice came out weaker than you had expected, but it was enough to gauge his attention. “I hope you don’t think I only kissed you because you gave me money.”

“NO! No! I wasn’t thinking that.” He was nervous, fingers twiddling while he wracked his brain for something to say.

You dared to meet his eyes. They were wide with anxiety.

“Can I walk you back to your apartment?”

—

It feels like ages ago since the two of you were in this elevator together, though it has only been a few hours, earlier in the day.

While previously the two of you could successfully diffuse the tension, this time it was too much. Both your minds kept drifting back to the heated make-out session, too flustered to say anything. You tried to focus on anything other than the ache between your legs.

You did your best to ignore Billy, who kept changing his stance, visibly uncomfortable.

You could have sworn that you thought Billy had the same feelings. That’s why you dared to go all in. But… he had pushed you off. Rather quickly too. Now everything’s become so painfully awkward.

“I’ll be back next week, okay?”

His voice sounded so loud in the small elevator.

“W-Why?”

“I’m going to give you the money.”

“Okay right.” You tilted your head curiously. “A week?”

“It’s going to take me a few days to get it to the proper pawn shops. I can’t sell the entire thing all at once. Too much suspicion.”

“Okay.”

“And it’s going to be in cash only.”

“Why…?”

“Cash is less traceable.”

“Oh okay.”

Dear God. Were ‘why’ and ‘okay’ the only words you could muster? You need a good slap.

From Bil- no.

You crossed your legs. You can see the unmistakable blush on your cheeks from the reflection. He could see it too.

“I’ll call you, okay?”

“What?!” Your exclamation was a tad too loud. Billy looked at you as if you had grown a second head.

“To keep you updated…?”

“O-Oh, yes. Of course.”

Gosh. 'Painstakingly awkward’ couldn’t even begin to describe the mood. Hurry! Come on!!!!

A silent breath of relief escaped you when the 'ding!’ of the elevator was finally heard. One second later and you would’ve combusted from the tension.

You bunch up your dress in your arms and trudge out the small space, Billy following closely behind.

You unlocked your door and suddenly you didn’t know what to do. Would inviting him in be too weird? Perhaps you should just bid your goodbyes. Or say anything. Thank him? Yes, probably.

“Thank you. Again.” You let out a nervous laugh, which he hesitantly returned. “For the uh… 2 million.”

“Yes, you’re welcome. Not a big deal.” Pursing his lips, he briefly scanned your person. “And the earrings. Hopefully, you’ll keep them?”

“Oh! Of course. Yes. Thank you.”

And both of you just nodded like two idiots in the doorway of your apartment. You cringed inwardly. Now what?

“Hey, I’m quite tired… So uh.” You tapped on the door, mentally slapping yourself. God! What was that lame sentence?

“Okay, I’ll just leave you alone then.” Ouch. You looked anywhere but his person. “I’ll call you. Text you. Uh, whatever you prefer.”

“Yeah, I… thank you! Goodnight!” And you swung the door shut, praying that you didn’t come off as too insincere or rude. Because right now, you only had one thing on your mind.

“Fuck sake.” You whispered under your breath. “What was that?” You were bumbling and mumbling around like a shy schoolgirl talking to her crush, which was very unlike you! You’d rather not know how much you had been blushing.

But you knew your foggy mind was a result of something other than your nerves. You knew quite well what it was.

“Bloody wanker.” You cursed, finally giving in.

You made a beeline for the bathroom, fingers fumbling desperately with the zipper of your dress. If you had opened the door any harsher, it would’ve come right off its hinges.

Your dress pooled at your feet and you kicked it off hurriedly as you entered your small bathroom. Stopping just for a second to gawk and laugh at your reflection in the mirror. You did look like a raccoon, one that just had a heavy make-out session, that is.

You managed to wipe off your makeup in record time and hop in the shower.

Sighing loudly when the hot water from the showerhead hits your body, you lean against the other side of the wall. Not that it made much of a difference. The shower area was pathetically small, just enough room for you to spread one of your arms. How luxurious right?

Well, it was the apartment that you could afford. But now you’d have enough money to get out of this hovel. And you owed it all to one person.

It wasn’t just the hot water that was warming you up. Your mind kept drifting back to the hill. How hot and bothered you had become. How riled up you still are now.

Your fingers swiped over your lips, applying just the smallest amounts of pressure. His kiss still lingered on your lips, the fading taste of alcohol on the tip of your tongue.

Your finger trailed down between your breasts and along the curves of your figure. You could remember his starved touch, how the caress of his large hands left an ache between your legs. Oh, how you wanted to satiate it.

Your hand sneaked down to where you wish his had gone.

A strangled gasp escaped you as soon as you brushed your sensitive bud. That’s how pent up you were. Your cheeks reddened, because all you could think of was what he would say if he were here.

“So needy.” He would tease. “All for me.”

The hand on your lips inched up to your hair, gripping hard. If it were him, how hard would he pull? How far would he go?

You let your imagination ran wild. Your finger rubbed small circles on your clit, and you imagined it was his thick and large fingers instead of yours. His body would be pressed against yours, pressing you harder into the wall. His lips would be by your ear, asking you how good you felt, before they continued to make red marks down your neck.

Then his lips would trail down to your chest, his hot breath igniting the nerves of your skin before he wraps his plump lips around your nipple, sucking the sweet moans out of you.

“Count for me, love?” His already deep voice would be an octave deeper. The tip of his middle finger pressed lightly against your entrance. It sent jolts of electricity up your spine.

He slowly inserted the first finger, dragging out the feeling so you can take it in. It earned a whiny moan from you.

“O-One…” You breathed out.

His middle finger began to thrust in and out, his thumb still playing with your swollen bud. Your gasps and moans were music to his ears.

“Ready for more?” He grinned wickedly. His index finger came into play and yet another eager whimper escaped you. His fingers curled up in a come-hither motion, curling against the spot that has your toes curling.

“TwO- FUCK!” You bite down on your lip, hard. You were loud. Your free hand goes up to clamp your mouth while his fingers continue to pump in and out of you rhythmically.

“No, no.” He suddenly says, his other hand letting go of your hair to move to your jaw. He pulls away your hand covering your mouth. “Let me hear you.”

And so you did, staring straight into his greens while he soaks up every sweet moan and curse from you.

Then he added his third finger, adding onto the thickness, filling you up more. A loud cry left your lips from deep within your throat at the additional friction.

“You can take it?”

You just nod in reaction, desperately grinding against his fingers as a sign for more. He took in your response with a lick of his lips.

He began to quicken the pace of his pumps, and the pace of his thumb around your bud. You just hope you didn’t wake the neighbors as your head threw back in ecstasy, loud pants and moans filling the small room.

“You’re such a good girl for me.” He groaned. “Such a good girl.”

Your eyes shut tightly as your mind clouded over. You couldn’t keep them open when you started to reach your high.“

"Are you gonna cum for me?” He asked, placing kisses on the tips of your chest. “Let me hear it. Let the whole floor hear you.”

You could see yourself on the small mirror of the other side of the wall. Your full breasts rising and falling, chest heaving. Your head against the wall while your jaw slacked wide open with filthy moans. You, chasing your high and getting off to imagination.

In the mirror, you see a glint of green through a blur of tears. The emerald earrings, still on your ears. You had forgotten to take them off. It turned you on further.

“Come on.” He says. “Scream my name.”

The pace on your clit quickens, the shine of the emeralds egged you on. All of it sent you over the edge. You couldn’t hold back your loud cry when you reached your toe-curling, back-arching orgasm. Your vision is white and eyes were squeezed shut, but you could still see his eyes savoring you as you fell apart.

“BILLY!” You moaned hard, knees buckling as you gasp for breath through your high.

“Good girl.” You barely hear his whisper through the muffled ring in your ears. You couldn’t feel anything besides the intensity between your legs.

But it ended sooner than you had hoped, and the feeling ended within a matter of seconds. You’re left to lean against the wall for balance while you blink away the white spots of pleasure, chuckling quietly at what you just did.

You steadied yourself with your arms. Your fingers were starting to cramp up.

It was suddenly so quiet, with just the sound of the water hitting your skin and the tiles. It felt so solitary, so empty. There hadn’t been a blond hunk that fingered you to orgasm. Oh, but wouldn’t it be nice if there had been?

You pumped a few blobs of shampoo into your palm, massaging it into your hair. Your reflection stared back at you. And so did the earrings.

Maybe... Just maybe... And you admit it.

You walked a few steps in front of the mirror, gazing at the emeralds. You smiled fondly.

Maybe you fancied Billy.

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TBMS Deleted Scene

This scene was originally written for the as-yet unreleased Chapter 10, and is part of the little Citadel date thing. Whilst I love this interaction, I felt like it took away from the intention of the date which is meant to be a moment of respite or calm before a lot of intense action stuff and some emotional turmoil as well. This interaction goes some very interesting places, but it also ends up creating a dark atmosphere that sort of overshadows everything else. In every extrapolation I could think of from this point forward, Bailie would want to be alone to process this for some time to think really hard on this, and that’s not what I’m going for right now. For context, this scene comes a little after a conversation in which Shepard discusses that whatever's going on between them has to be Joker's call, and not hers, for reasons that should be somewhat obvious.

“Is there anything to see around here?” she asked, giving her leg a tentative stretch.

“I dunno, but let’s go find out. I mean, if we don’t find out within the next five hundred yards, we’ll probably both die, but we can at least say we tried.” He stood up, and a flash of bemusement crossed his features before he took her hand to help her to her feet. “Heh. I guess it’s the lame leading the lame.”

She put the crutches under her arms. For once, it was Joker who was waiting up on her. In the time since getting the cast she had figured out a good technique, and was soon keeping up. It felt good to move. She missed doing push ups before her morning shower, making unnecessary trips all around the decks without thinking about it. Hell, she missed just walking briskly, but as the days went by it was easier, she had to admit.

“I think this will come off soon, and I’ll get that brace.”

“Upgrade. Just, when you do, don’t pull a me and immediately put yourself back in crutches because getting to walk was so great. I did that twice.”

 Perhaps it was her imagination, but he really did seem to be walking just a little straighter. Joker always had this odd shamble to his gait that came from the way he tried to minimise the time he spent on just one foot during each step. He held his right shoulder up as a kind of counterweight to what she assumed was some kind of reduction in control of his left leg, but his posture looked more even as of late. He checked over his shoulder to make sure she was still following along.

“You’ll never guess who I’ve just seen up ahead,” he said, and nodded towards a quaint little shop front with a yellow awning. Grunt’s hulking shape sat at a wrought iron table, his bulk making it look miniscule. Even at this distance she could see his grin as he spread butter on a tiny round thing - a tea cake, she surmised. He looked up and saw them, and Shepard felt herself laugh softly as Grunt looked about, conflicted. She watched the gears turning in his head. Stay hidden? Or tea cake? 

“What’s with him?” asked Joker. 

“Oh. He was a little worried about me going off the ship, so I told him he could come along if he just stayed out of sight.”

“Krogan chaperone, huh? Let's go annoy him. He won’t headbutt me if you’re here.”

“You’re the boss,” she said, and turned up the little side street that headed up to the door. 

The smile he gave her was halfway between a smirk and something rather salacious. “Yeah, you’re right. I am.”

“I’ve created a monster,” she said under her breath, just loud enough for him to catch.

“Oh, you have no idea,” he said as he pulled the door open and held it for her. 

She met his eyes as she passed through. “I had no idea you were such a shameless flirt, I’ll give you that.”

“I’m a man of many talents. Shameless and otherwise,” he said, and tapped on the bill of his cap.

“Perhaps I’ll be the judge of that,” she said coolly. Her comment had the intended effect, it seemed, as he cleared his throat and looked away from her toward the menu at the far wall. She continued on past tables full of patrons. She ignored the familiar, yet unpleasant sensation of eyeballs tracking her as she moved. I’ll never get used to being a public figure, really, she thought as she approached Grunt’s little table. These people don’t seem to recognise who I am though, which is good… News about that won’t be widespread yet. I think they’re just looking at the crutches.

“Hey Grunt,” she said and pulled up a chair. “How’s the tea cakes?”

“Good with jam,” he said, closing his eyes as he nodded towards three empty jars to the side. “I like tea. Dr Chakwas said I should try some. I understand it now.” He tilted his head, narrowing his eyes at her. “You smell different.”

“Uh,” Shepard replied with a bemused chuckle. “I do?”

“Hmm,” said Grunt as he picked up another cake. “Less adrenaline. Not as sharp. Did you get bored of being alone with Joker? Is that why you’re here?”

“No,” she said and smiled. “The opposite. I’m relaxed, I think.”

“You think?” Grunt echoed. She had to laugh as he picked up a teacup, dwarfed in his huge three-fingered hand. The loud crash of a serving tray falling to the floor caught their attention, and Shepard looked up to see an asari behind the counter staring directly at her. At the counter, Joker looked from her to Shepard and back, then said something she couldn’t hear. The asari looked livid. Her whole body tensed as she strode out from behind the counter with a purposeful look in her eyes.

“Huh,” said Grunt. “You smell normal again.”

 “I’ll serve these two, but you need to leave,” she said through gritted teeth. Shepard blinked.

“I’m sorry, have I done something?”

“Your crew can eat here,” she said, straining to keep her voice down. “But not you, Commander. Not after what you did to my husband.”

“Your husband?” Shepard felt like she had whiplash and found herself shaking her head with confusion. “Ma’am, I’ll leave if you don’t want me here, but I’m not sure --”

“Dantius. Towers,” she hissed. “I’m not going to say how I got the footage, but I saw you.”

Shepard groped about for her crutches. She saw Joker cut in at the side of the asari, who hadn’t blinked the entire conversation, focussed with an uncomfortable intensity on her. She looked ready to throw a punch as Shepard stood up, but he took the initiative. Joker put himself between them. Shepard blinked in surprise at him.

“Not to worry Ma’am, we heard you and we’ll be leaving,” he said.

“Amazing,” she said as she watched Shepard put the crutches under her arms. “Maybe the Goddess does dispense some justice after all,” she said. “You push my husband out of a window, and you end up in crutches as payment.”

“Oh, I remember that guy,” said Grunt. “He wouldn’t tell us what we needed to know. He was a coward, and he died a coward’s death. You should find a new husband. He was unworthy of you.”

“Grunt!” said Shepard and Joker both in unison. The waitress was too stunned to speak.

“I overheard you,” Grunt said toward her. “You said he ran with them to get money to make this shop. A worthy mate would have stayed with you, here, and built this place with his bare hands if he had to.”

“Grunt,” said Joker. “We all remember that guy. Shut up. You’re not helping.”

The krogan’s mouth was open as if to speak, but he closed it and remained silent. He thumped his fists on the iron table before he got to his feet. The look on the woman’s face was hard to read. She flickered between fury, abject heartbreak, and shock.

“Ma’am,” Shepard said, clearing her throat. Joker pulled back, out of the way and she stood up straight, ignoring the pain tearing up her calf as she placed some of her weight down. “I can’t bring your husband back. I did what I felt I had to do. Your husband and I both chose our lives, and he was in the wrong place at the wrong time.”

Tears were brimming in the asari’s eyes which she blinked at last. “Yes, he was. I’m… I heard that a Justicar swore herself into your service. That is the only reason why I’m… I’m not doing something we’ll both regret right now.” People were beginning to look up from their tables as the widow daubed at her eyes. “I know you can’t really be evil, but I don’t want you here.”

Shepard let out a brief, sympathetic sigh. “I know that it isn’t worth very much coming from me, but I’m sorry for your loss. Thank you for your restraint here, today.” Without another word, she swung past, back out the door she had come. I wonder if I could have been so reserved, in her place? She took a moment to remember that split second decision at the towers that night. I was so focussed on my mission that I forgot I was dealing with a person. Something disturbing occurred to her. How often do I do that? She wondered. How often do I forget that they’re just… people?

 “Yeah, you can talk now, I didn’t mean shut up forever, just… Read the room a little.” Joker’s voice came from behind her.

“I know that. I was helping,” said Grunt.

“You weren’t,” he said. “Man. What are the odds?”

[taetaesbaebaepsae]

BTS as FWB

Maknae Line

Warnings: smut, angst, fluff, alcohol tw

Word Count: 2,585

Taehyung (V)

Look, in his mind you're his gf he doesn't understand fwb

He likes you so much and when you suggest an arrangement he's stoked but really he just thinks you're dating

You are definitely the one who's afraid of commitment this boy would marry you in a month if you were down

So many pet names: baby, honey, Jagiya, beautiful, darling you wonder if he knows your actual name

Confused puppy "I can't text you so much? But we have a thing."

"Not a serious thing."

Pouty boi

Sweet in bed, generous lover, will eat you out for HOURS if you'd let him (you find out real quick about his oral fixation)

You absolutely know he will freak if he knows you're seeing someone else

He takes it a lot better than you thought

He's just kinda quiet, nodding

"You can see other people too, you know."

"Sure, sure." He waves you off.

He's not usually the jealous type but since things are certain between you he is salty

Oh boy the first time you have sex after he finds out

IT'S ON

Rough, pulling your hair, dirty talk in his deep ass voice, marks all over your neck, chest, thighs

You: shook. Your panties: flooded

A little cocky afterward when your legs are still shaking he leaves, which is way unusual he usually stays to cuddle

He's only obviously mad about it if he finds out you're going on actual dates with some guy

Gets STUPID drunk with his friends

They definitely text you to warn you he's feeling some type of way

Crying on your voicemail at 2am

Ubers to your house

"Is he here?" Looking around your place suspiciously

So sloppy drunk omg

Like falling down drunk you gotta all but carry his heavy ass to the bed

You can't help but stroke his hair after he pukes in your wastebasket he's so pitiful

Babbles incoherently about how amazing you are

"You know I'm in love with you, right?"

Will literally break your heart by being the sweetest boy alive

When you wake up the next morning though he's goneBarely responds to your texts

Starts calling you y/n instead of pet names so you know he's pissed

Says petty shit like "Aren't you busy with your bf?" When you ask to hang out

Turns on a dime bc he feels pathetic for liking you so much when you obviously don't care. His pride is hurt

Definitely tries to make you jealous when you end up at a mutual party

All over this girl, making out with her in the kitchen

You act unaffected (you are not)

You end up drunk af and dirty dancing with Hobi when Tae snatches your arm and hauls you to an empty bedroom

Passionate kissing, he's trying to show you what you're missing

He's still mad but he's drunk enough to be honest

"Why him? Why won't you date me? You know how I feel about you."

You tell him you're scared, girls are all over him just look at that bitch from earlier

"I only did that because you broke my heart, Jagi."

When you finally tell him you love him too he is the happiest boy

Boxy smile for days

Will propose to you after three months max

Jimin

He doesn't know you that well when you suggest an arrangement but you're hot and nice and he's a busy man so he's all for it

He falls in love with you about 30 seconds after you start hanging out regularly

He's ALL talk, when you finally get him alone in your bed he's shy, blushing when you touch him

Takes him a while to get comfortable with you but oh man when he does

Also a switch look he's the switchiest switch to ever switch next to Hobi

You get whiplash bc one minute he's begging you in whiny moans to let him inside you and the next minute you're begging him to let you come

Such a tease, oh my God

Foreplay for HOURS

Will just ever so lightly run his fingers up and down your legs while you're doing Netflix and chill

Stops just when you get worked up giving you a sheepish grin

Mostly teases you until you jump his bones

But gets so whiny when you do it to him (he loves it)

You walk around in booty shorts and no bra but won't let him touch you and he's SALIVATING

He is always touching you, in private or public he lives for skinship

It makes him shiver when you reciprocate though, just a hand in the hair at the nape of his neck and he's hard

You love doing that to him when you're out to lunch or watching Game of Thrones with the boys and he gives you such an evil eye

Y'all fucking everywhere, all the time

Once he gets comfortable with you this boy will not stop

You have very little time for anything else when he's not physically there he's sending you sexts and pics of his abs

Brags about you to literally everyone, his friends, his mom, strangers on the street

He will literally put "it's complicated" on his FB relationship status

BTW you're all over his social media everybody knows what's up

tons of pictures together

His phone background is a selfie of him kissing you

Begs for nudes on the daily until you send him a bunch while he's at dance practice and he opens it when Tae is standing behind him, getting a free show

Jimin is big mad when Tae lets out a low wolf whistle

Will definitely not so playfully wrestle him to the ground if he keeps it up

Never asks you for nudes again but saves the ones you send to use when youre unavailable

Is the happiest boy ever when you call him a pet name like "Jiminie" or "baby"

Huge flirt when he's drunk but always makes his way back to you

God help you if you show even the slightest bit of attention to another guy (guy, girl, pet, houseplant) when he's around

The poutiest jealous baby in the world

He's had feelings since day one and everyone knows but he's too insecure to actually say it

When you blow him off to hang out with another guy he's a MESS, similar to Tae

He is literally crying in the club when the guys take him out to cheer him up

One drop of alcohol and he drunk dials and texts you but this time it's bad

His friends have to physically take his phone bc you're not answering and he's getting more and more drunk

When you finally call back after you get home a very exasperated Namjoon all but carries Jimin to your apartment. "You did this. He's your problem now."

Namjoon doesn't like you much already bc he knows how Jimin feels about you and he's d o n e

Jimin almost knocks you to the ground throwing his arms around you, smelling like a bottle of tequila, sloppy kisses

"Jimin what the fuck-"

"I missed you, baby. Where you been?"

"Jimin I told you I was hanging out with Chanyeol-"

Suddenly his drunk ass remembers why he's such a mess

He's not even mad at first this insecure baby just asks you ten million questions

He'll start casual but he's fucked up so it isn't long before the questions turn

"Did you have fun?"

"Sure, we-"

"Is he better looking than me? Did he fuck you better? Is he bigger than me? Why won't you answer me?"

You have to force him to the bedroom and then he refuses to get on the bed

"I'm not sleeping where you fucked someone else."

"Oh my GOD, Jimin, I didn't-"

"You didn't fuck him?"

"Not here, I didn't!" You're exasperated by this point he is being so difficult

But then you see his pouty bottom lip trembling

"Jimin, are you crying?"

Well if he wasn't before he is now (we all know this soft baby boy)

You end up holding him all night thinking that when he wakes up he'll calm down and be embarrassed you are no stranger to crying while you were fucked up

Jokes on you he's still crying when you wake up the next morning, clinging to you like a koala bear

"I know I'm not enough for you baby but I can't take it when you're out with other guys!"

You spend an hour praising him and telling him he's definitely enough and he preens like a goddamn cockatoo (this boy's praise kink is a mile wide we all know)

You tell him how good he is and he fucks you into next week before he's clinging to you all over again

"Tell me you won't do that again, baby. Tell me you're only mine."

You give in bc he's so fucking adorable and tell him you'll think about it

He's persistent af

Every morning you crack open one eye and read "how about now?" from his needy ass

You finally text back "FINE" after three days

He shows up at your door with flowers and a big grin

He's cute or whatever

Maybe you're in love

Jungkook

You really have to talk him into this arrangement

You had hooked up with him at a party after you'd been friends for a couple of weeks and you may or may not have been thirsty

But he's hesitant

"This shit never works out well. Someone always gets hurt."

You're all whiny like "I'm a big girl I won't catch feelings get over yourself."

He just tucks his tongue into his cheek bc he's not worried about YOU catching feelings

Low-key a soft boi

You basically just sext him and send him nudes to appeal to his hormones and it works

About a week after you talked about it he comes to your place after the club

At first you only fuck when he's been drinking it's a guarantee that you're getting the D when he's had a drop of alcohol

I've said this once and I'll say it again put it on my gravestone

Jeon Jungkook is NOT A DOM

He's not a sub either but he is not having a daddy kink you'll have to find that shit in porn ok

At first even when he's shitfaced he's hesitant with you, asking permission before he touches you

Good Lord this boy loves getting head

Seeing you on your knees is his ultimate weakness

And he will ALWAYS reciprocate

And fuck you right after bc he's up again in ten minutes

Look I know I said he's not a Dom but he loves the way you look with come on your face

You've never had a guy be so fucking sweet to you right after saying the dirtiest shit

He'll bring you a towel and wash your hair if he's missed the aim

He hasn't been with many girls and nobody long term

So after a few weeks he learns your body and he will fuck you everywhere

On the kitchen table

Bent over the couch

Once in the elevator of your apartment

He gets so hard when you tease him and won't let him touch you it's ridiculous

He ain't too proud to beg, that's for sure

Low-key loves to cuddle but won't initiate it

Is not shy about asking for sex will be like "Wanna fuck?" after you get done eating burritos or something

He doesn't stay the night until after one night when you both were really drunk after the club and he was too hungover to leave

You took care of him and bought him greasy food and watched him play Overwatch

He kept meaning to leave but you were so sweet and cute

Next thing he knows you're riding him on your bed and it's really during sex that he realizes he's fucked, in more ways than one

You flip your hair back and brace your hands on his chest and you just look so beautiful and he's like oh no

He leaves right after but you shrug it off since he's been so hungover

But then he's shady and rarely texts you for a couple weeks

You're starting to think he's found a girl he likes bc he's been out a lot according to his friends

He's partying his troubles away

He does NOT want to tell you he's caught feelings especially since you had to literally talk him into this

And the more he's around you the more he wants to cuff you so he avoids you and fucks around, trying not to compare every girl to you

You're the first girl he's been with more than a handful of times and he is Jungshook at the possibility that he's fallen in love

He's a dick to his friends, snapping at them about nothing bc he misses you

"God, just call her already." Jimin fumes after he bites his head off for leaving dishes in the sink.

Jungkook shakes his head.

"I saw her out with her friends the other night, you know."

Jungkook sets his jaw but otherwise doesn't react

"Ok, but she's too hot to wait forever."

Jungkook shrugs but he starts going to bars you might frequent, telling himself he wasn't looking for you

You do start going out with other guys, since the arrangement seems over and you were never exclusive anyway

You're making out with a guy after a wild night with your girlfriends and while he's kissing your neck you see Jungkook over his shoulder, staring at you, beer in hand

He. Looks. Livid.

You shrug it off as male ego and end up taking the guy home

When you look at your phone after an hour or so Jungkook is blowing you the fuck up

First it's casual "hey it's been a while wyd"

"who's the nerd?"

"u up?"

"let me come over"

You know he's still drinking when at 5am he texts you "wake up I miss you"

He shows up looking a whole mess just as the guy is leaving

He smells like a brewery and he's got lipstick stains on his collar

You smirk at him

"Missed me, huh?"

"Maybe."

He sees the guy leaving and suddenly he has absolute murder in his eyes, literally cracking his knuckles

The poor guy fucking books it without even getting your number

"So," he says, leaning against your doorjamb as if trying to look sexy (he does) but you figure he just really can't stand up straight (also true)

"So?"

"Did you fuck that loser?" He's got his tongue working his cheek again.

"Oh, so now you're talking to me again and that's the first thing you ask? You jealous, Kookie?"

He grabs you suddenly and pulls you into his arms and now he's not trying to be tough anymore

He kisses your shoulder

"Yeah, I'm jealous."

"Why?"

He pulls away and kisses you real sweet

"Maybe I like you."

"Yeah?" You need more than that.

"A little."

"Uh huh. Well he said he liked me a lot so maybe I'll call him-"

He grabs you around the waist and kisses you harder this time

"Don't you dare," he growls.

He puts his forehead to yours.

"Maybe I love you."

"Why didn't you just say that? Maybe I love you too, dork."

Sweetest bunny smile

Jungkook is the world's best boyfriend, don't @me

[guksthighs]

The Stakeout || jhs

Your long-time crush on Hoseok is reciprocated during a drug bust.

wordcount: 1.7k

genre: police!au, fluff, slight angst

“Why did we insist on completing this stakeout with no relief team again?” Hoseok leant back in his chair, continuing to bounce a ball of the crumbling beige wall that had suspicious browning stains splattered in clusters.

You turned to look at your partner, his black hair was pushed out of his forehead with a hairband and wondered if you could plead mental instability in the court when asked why you would kill your partner and boss of three years because he wouldn’t stop talking.

Glueing your gaze on the door of the opposite building and fixing the lens of the camera to stop it from being blurry, you wondered how much longer you would have to wait at the alleged drug pick up point before your superior, Jung Hoseok, would agree that you had been misinformed.

That was unlikely but still, you could dream.

“It’s not that I’m taking away from your star performance on the field Y/N, it’s just- I might have come to the conclusion that two weeks of being cooped up into a hotel room together is sanity-destroying.” Hoseok was on radio duty, flicking through the channels in case anyone radioed a meeting in, but the familiar static that you had grown attuned to was no longer audible and you knew he was busy stalling from actually working.

“Stop talking like I’m enjoying this,” you replied, frowning at how snappy you sounded and with a sigh you pulled your gaze away from the door to meet Hoseok’s intense stare.

Both of you stared at each for a few moments before Hoseok laughed and ran a hand through his hair, “how could you not enjoy being cooped up with someone as handsome and fun as me?”

He batted his eyes in an exaggerated fashion before pouting slightly, causing you to laugh and as you moved to stand up, he leant over and placed a hand on your thigh, “if you’re so bored, wanna have sex?”

Your eyes widened, heart racing as you prayed Hoseok was joking because although you had been crushing on your boss for as long as you’d known him, you were certain there was a clause in your contract that said there were to be no workplace relationships.

After an extended awkward silence that left you whiplashed with shock, Hoseok cleared his throat and caught your eye, a huge blush spread over his cheeks and dyed the tips of his ears a scarlet red, “I was just joking.”

But before you could answer he was beginning to rise from his chair, slowly raising a finger to point at the door you had both been watching, “fuck they’re here.”

And that was all it took for both of you to lose the bashful “first love” act and become serious, as you reached for the camera and began to set it up to record the meeting, both of you grabbed your guns and vests before sprinting out of the apartment.

Even so, you couldn’t help but hope that Hoseok hadn’t been joking and that for once his own emotions had caught him off-guard.

“We have a 10-78,” Hoseok was running down the stairs behind you, his voice echoing around the stairwell, cold and commanding and in front of him you were sprinting, pulling your bulletproof vest on whilst trying not to fall flat on your face.

There had been busts that were famous for losing the only lead and ruining cases and it would be over your dead body that you would be cooped up in a room with Hoseok for two weeks again knowing you had to maintain a work relationship with him.

“All units are needed!” Hoseok sounded frustrated and you decided now was not the time to point out you weren’t wearing your trainers but a pair of bright yellow crocs. Now was the time to make a bust and that was all.

Finally you reached the bottom floor, pulling your gun from its holster you looked at Hoseok waiting for his nod to signal you could leave, but instead you found yourself staring at the small crease in the middle of his forehead, eyebrows furrowed and lips pouting slightly as he waited for enough cover to attempt an arrest.

His shoulders rose and fell as he tried to catch his breath, and it was when you placed your gun back into the holster so you could lean forward and tighten the shoulder strap of his vest that Hoseok fell silent, and you felt the heat of his gaze burning into your scalp as you bit your lip and finished your action.

But before you could pull away Hoseok caught your hand in his and squeezed it, “stay safe detective,” with that he pulled you into his chest and pressed a kiss to your lips. And just as Hoseok began to pull back, you decided it was now or never.

Your hands moved from your sides to wrap around his waist, grabbed his waist so you could run your hands over Hoseok’s new undercut which had made your heart flutter since he’d first come in with his cut. He cleared his throat before glancing away to avoid your gaze and you don’t know if maybe he knew what was going to happen in that bust or if it was just luck that he managed to spout the words: “you know- I- I’ve liked you for awhile now. ”

You were so shocked you were sure your face was hotter than the surface of the sun and you laughed before pressing a kiss to Hoseok’s lips, grinning as you replied, “I’ve felt the same Sir.”

Hoseok pulled away, his entire face flushed red, “so don’t you fucking die,” he whispered against your lips in a hot pant, “my star detective.” and you tried not to smile as you licked your lips and tasted the residual spearmint of his tongue, before placing one last kiss to his lips.

The static of the radio reminded you both of your situation and you jumped out of his hold, with a shy smile to yourself you touched your lips with the thought of Hoseok actually reciprocating your feelings causing your stomach to bubble with joy.

But then you heard the familiar click of a handgun being loaded, and looked up to see Hoseok clicking the safety off his gun before nodding for you to do the same. Quickly you pulled your gun out of its holster and flicked it off safety before nodding at Hoseok, biting your lip and sending a quick prayer to any omniscient being to protect him if this got out of hand.

With a final smile, Hoseok placed his left hand on the door handle, slowly bending it down before nodding at you and pulling the door open in one smooth movement before pointing his gun at the dealer as you aimed at the buyer, “you’re surrounded, drop everything and put your hands up.”

Your eyes were trained on the woman who was smiling a little to large, a black case was tightly in her grip and you watched her nod at the seller who placed a wad of money on the floor. His hands were trembling as he raised them but you felt something cold run down your back and that was when trench coat moved slightly in the wind and you saw what looked like the black strap of a gun holster.

“Sir-“ you started, but Hoseok was busy greeting the other units, who were now arriving with sirens and flashing blue lights, with curt nods and you attempted to warn him again, “Sir’”

“Not now Detective,” he whispered before pointing his gun at the woman who had placed a hand on her hip and was still looking worryingly okay, “Miss hands up and drop the case.”

“Go to hell!” The woman said and your body was moving before you could say anything, and it was as if in slow motion as her manicured fingers wrapped around a small automatic gun before aiming at Hoseok. Then upon seeing the shocked look he was giving you, she smiled, “die you fucking pig.”

The bullet would have hit you in the head if another officer hadn’t tackled the woman by the waist and floored her, using her distraction to take her down and keep the number of causalities to one.

In fact, the bullet skimmed you shoulder and left you laying on your front covered in your own blood and it was only when you watched Hoseok shove other officers to get to you that you began to feel the pain bleed into your bones, “where was she shot?” His eyes were wide and from the amount of blood that covered you, it was unclear to where the wound actually was, “is she dying?” He locked eyes with you and grasped your hand, “don’t you dare fucking die.”

With a cough, you nodded before turning your head to look at the officers detaining both criminals and quickly a medic arrived on the scene, one that was familiar with having to treat you following big cases.

“Woah Y/N, you managed to get shot this time,” Jimin laughed and signalled to his partner to help move you onto your back which led to you biting your lip so hard it drew blood. The medics were quick to find the bullet wound and even though it wasn’t life threatening, the close proximity to the gun and the extent of your shock resulted in you being loaded into an ambulance with Hoseok holding your hand through the entire process.

It was only when you were placed on a hospital trolley that Hoseok noticed your footwear, his eyebrows furrowing before he began to laugh, “Did you seriously just catch a major drug dealer in crocs?”

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Jessnote: BROOKLYN NINE NINE SEASON 2 EPISODE 11 !!!!! i’m hopelessly obsessed with my boy jake peralta and also i admit i love a man in a uniform sooo i give you a policeman!au~~ all the terms were from b99 bless and there might be a smuttier part two if wanted?

+ PROMPT GAME:

181: “If you’re bored; wanna have sex?”

48: “I’ve liked you awhile now.”

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Ship of Dreams (pt 5)

Good grief this got long. I tried to shorten this scene but... ugh this is one of my favorite scenes in the movie and there was so much to get through and no real place to cut so.... Not every part can be this long, so I hope you enjoy. 

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“You mentioned that you had a sister.” 

Yang couldn’t help the fond grin on her face as she and Blake walked around the deck for the third time. The mere mention of her sibling caused a warmth to fill her chest. “Yeah. Ruby.”

“Where is she now, if you don’t mind my asking?” 

“Last I heard she was in Vale. She’s the whole reason I wanted on this ship in the first place.” 

Blake’s brow furrowed, a question on the tip of her tongue. Yang continued before she could voice it, however. 

“Ruby and I actually grew up in Anima. We were homeless for the most part. Gods, we used to get into so much trouble.” The grin dimmed slightly. “Then one day when I was about eleven, after we’d been taken in by an orphanage, a couple from Vale came a’knockin’. They wanted a kid, and they fell in love with Ruby.” 

Blake watched as lavender eyes beamed with fondness for this mysterious sister. “I can’t say I blame them. Ruby was a bright kid. So smart. The couple found her endearing.” 

Blake could easily see the love Yang held for her sister, could easily see pride shining in her eyes. However, Blake wondered, what must it have felt like for eleven year old Yang to be passed over? For a couple of strangers to look at Ruby and see someone worth loving and caring for, and then to look at Yang and find her wanting? What was it like to have your sibling taken from you?

Yang’s smile had turned somber. “Ruby hadn’t wanted to go, had even made a plan to run away. I told her that was a stupid idea. I wasn’t about to let her turn down a home, food, and clothes without holes in them. But I told her, that one day, when I’d gotten the money, I’d find a way to get to Vale and I’d find her.” 

“I see.” 

The taller woman shook her head, straightening one of her suspenders.  “Anyway, I flew the coop soon after that and I’ve been scraping by ever since.” 

The blonde’s tone shift almost gave Blake whiplash. Her smile was back in full force as she looked at Blake. “You really love your sister.” It was an obvious observation, and Blake almost kicked herself for just how obvious it was. 

Yang didn’t seem to mind though. There was a beat of silence. “So,” she started. “We’ve lapped the deck a few times now and I’ve told you all about my tragic backstory, but I can tell there’s something else on your mind.” 

Well, she certainly wasn’t wrong. Blake took a deep breath. “Miss Xiao Long -”

“Yang,” the woman interrupted. “Please, just Yang.” 

Blake nodded. “Yang. I wanted to thank you for what you did last night, and for your discretion with my mother.” 

The edges of Yang’s eyes soften considerably. “You really don’t have to thank me.” There’s a firmness to her voice. 

Blake shakes her head, because of course she needs to thank her. Shame wells up in her being at the thought of what she’d almost done, that someone had been there to witness it. Blake can picture perfectly what Adam would have said if he’d found out. “I know what you must be thinking,” she says. “’Poor little princess. What does she have to be sad about?’” 

Yang comes to a stop next to her. “That’s not what I was thinking at all.”  The answer honestly surprises Blake, makes her turn back to face Yang. “Honestly, I couldn’t stop thinking about what had happened to make you think that was the only way out.” She shrugs when Blake continues to stare. “You’re entitled to your own sadness, Blake. It’s yours, and it matters.” 

That statement alone is almost enough to knock Blake off balance, enough to make her place one hand on the wood railing of the ship. She can’t help the curt laugh. “Everything is just...” She fiddles with the engagement ring on her finger. “The world keeps spinning and moving and I can’t help but feel... trapped.” 

Lilac eyes flick down to her hands and back up. 

“All the invitations for the wedding have been sent out,” Blake continues, almost breathless. “Friends and family and strangers all gathered to witness this one moment in time. Meanwhile, I feel like I’m stuck in a crowded room screaming at the top of my lungs and no one even looks up.” 

Yang hums. “Do you love him?” 

And yet again, Blake is almost knocked off kilter by the unexpected response. “Pardon?” 

The blonde’s eyes are still soft, Yang’s stance still so casual even with the personal question she just asked. She even repeats it with a slight tilt of her head. “Do you love him?” 

The dark haired woman swallows. She knows the answer. She doesn’t even have to think very hard. 

Yang can feel the other woman’s guard coming up. Knows she’s sort of tapped into dangerous territory. She even sort of expects Blake’s reaction. 

She laughs. It’s a short sound of disbelief. “Why in the world am I even having this discussion with you? I don’t even know you!” She walks passed Yang, almost like she’s going to walk back the way they came. She turns again, holding her hand out toward Yang. “Thank you, Yang - Miss Xiao Long - it’s been a tremendous pleasure, but I believe it is time we went our separate ways.” 

The third class passenger takes her hand, unable to hide her grin as Blake does her best to deflect the situation, though the hand shake goes on for far too long. “I thought you were leaving.” 

Blake does stop then, looking conflicted before snatching Yang’s sketchbook out of her other hand. “What are these, anyway? You an artist or something?”

“Or something,” she answers, not able to hide her amusement and not attempting to get her sketches back. 

Blake flicks through them, desperate to change the subject to anything else, unwilling to actually go back to the stuffy confinement of her life, and what she finds is actually very impressive. The first portrait is of course the one of the two little girls Yang had been referencing when Blake stumbled onto her in the first place. The next of an elderly couple. 

One after the other, Blake can’t help but admit that Yang has genuine talent. Part way through, Blake goes to turn a page and “Wait, you probably-” 

It’s too late, however. Blake turns the page and is surprised by a naked woman. Sure, there’s also a sketch of a pair of hands interlocked toward the corner but most of the page is taken up by a woman, her back turned slightly toward the the viewer, showing off most of her back, arm draped over her knee with sheets pooled around her waist. 

It’s more intimate than Blake was expecting. 

“Oh.” The implication sets in on her rather quickly as she looks up to see Yang watching her. She seems calm, but there’s a slight set to her shoulders.  “You’re...” 

“Yes. Does that bother you?” 

“No. No. I just... I hadn’t realized.” 

Yang starts to get up. “Really, if this makes you uncomfortable I can-”

“No!” She’s stopped when Blake latches onto her jacket sleeve, her body having reacted without any input from her brain. The brunette clears her throat, retracting her hand just as quickly. “I mean, no. I would like you to stay. Please.” And she knows she means it. The time she’s spent with Yang has been the most enjoyable part of this voyage so far.  

Yang looks just about as relieved as Blake feels and reclaims her seat as Blake goes back to flipping through the book, making sure that none of the passing people can see. There’s a couple other women that show up. A few more of just hands. Then there’s an old lady with huge bespectacled glasses that make her eyes seem big and round. 

“This lady,” Yang starts fondly. “I called her Madame Calavera. I’d run into her at this bar sometimes, and she had the foulest mouth. She’d say things that would make a sailor blush. Used to give me the hardest time. She was one sassy old bat.” There’s a glint in Yang’s eyes that denotes some form of mischief. 

Blake smiles in kind. “You truly have a gift, Yang. The way you see people, it’s extraordinary,” she tells her softly. 

Yang ducks her head slightly at the compliment before her eyes meet gold. “I can see you, too, Blake.” 

The young Belladonna takes a moment to process that, before she tilts her head up, a smile on her face. Another genuine one that Yang has drawn out of her. “And what is it you see?” 

Yang stares hard, nodding once as if she’s solved a riddle. “You wouldn’t have jumped.” 

She isn’t quite sure what to say in response.