#I will forever make fun of him everytime he says his full name

[artdcnaldson]

looove the patrick’s sister au where art is super mean to her but hear me out im having thoughts and behaving in ways

im gonna emoji sign this if i may just in case you’d like to enable me

alt au where patricks sister is just super super mean and unapologetic like patrick. think sarah michelle gellar in cruel intentions kinda. like fully a bitch and she has a craaazy corruption kink with repressed art

like mayyybee patrick mentioned art wanting to save himself for marriage or smth like that to her and her brain goes brrrrrr i need to defile him… maybe everytime arts at their house she’ll like flirt with him unabashedly… suck on lollipops while looking him in the eye… rub her ass against him pretending to reach for things… and her just having so much fun when he gets all red and flustered and hard :(

idk just some thoughts

- 🐚 (if its available)

This made me need to take a walk. Had to crack open a cold Diet Coke to address this.

But yeah :(( art comes to stay with you and Patrick a lot for summers and holidays since, y’know, he can’t exactly stay at his grandmother’s nursing home.

You and Patrick have lived in the pool house forever— pool house is actually a stupid name for it. It’s a guest house, two full bedrooms, a kitchen, a living room, a whole loft upstairs. It’s obscene how fucking rich you two are.

And he gets so squirmy when he’s around you and Patrick, but even more when it’s just the two of you alone. He’s been staying up in the loft, pads down the stairs after a lazy, midday nap. And it’s just you on the couch, watching a movie. It’s dark, maybe he slept later than he thought he did.

“Where’s Pat?”

You shrug, pat the sofa beside you. He sits, but leaves an entire cushion between the two of you. “I think he’s fucking the neighbor. The one with the cute curly hair.” Art flushes, ducks his head. You smile, showing off pretty teeth. “Aw… I’m sorry, should I have said he’s making love to the neighbor?”

“Shut up,” he mutters. He’s pink to the tips of his ears.

It’s interesting, you think, that he told Patrick he’s saving himself. It’s sweet, very… admirable. But it’s such a fucking waste. He looks so yummy in his flannel pajama pants and grey tank top that shows off his muscles.

“So, you’re a virgin?” You ask, turning to face him. His eyes go wide before his face twists in annoyance. He splutters out weak— what did Pat say— That’s none of your business— you’re so out of line— but you interrupt. “No need to be shy about it, Art. I think it’s… very cute you want to wait until your wedding night. I’m sure you’ll have a really riveting time figuring out where it goes.”

“Shut up.” It’s the second time he’s said it that night. He really needs to work on his comebacks.

“I can give you a hint,” you say with a grin, scooting across the empty cushion until your knees touch. “There are two main holes down there, and it’s the one that gets all slick and wet when she’s turned on.” He clenches his jaw, looks away.

You laugh and sit back, only slightly. “Aren’t you going to thank me for the tip?”

He turns back, eyes narrowed. “You’re not very funny.”

“Was I joking?” You trail a finger up his arm, give him a crooked smile. “Really, Art, it’s sweet. Maybe I should’ve saved my virginity for a nicer boy instead of losing it in the golf cart shed at the country club.”

He stammers. “You— you could always—“ he can’t even meet your gaze, it’s too humiliating. The smug expression you wear pins him in place. “Start now. Promise to not have sex anymore, not until it’s with someone you love. It’s— it’s more special that way.”

You stick out your bottom lip. “You think I deserve special?” You ask softly. He shivers as your fingers trace swirls onto his chest. “That I need candles and rose petals and soft jazz music when someone stuffs me full of their cock?”

It’s too precious. Too good. His cheeks flame and he sits back. He stands suddenly, doesn’t even look at you as he marches back upstairs. You grin and listen to the sound of the shower turning on upstairs.

You wait until you hear the scrape of the shower curtain closing to pad upstairs and sit outside of the door. A smug grin spreads across your lips at the sound of him jerking off.

All whiny, poorly muffled moans, the slick sound of him beating his dick. All, ah! ah! ah! oh, fuck! god— fuck! You can tell when he cums based on how pitchy and whiny he gets, and the way you hear his head knock against the tile.

You fight the urge to let him know you heard, instead you slip back downstairs. When he comes down, you’ve switched the movie, act like you’d never left at all. You can see the guilt in his expression, like he knew he’d done something bad.

God, he’d be so easy.

[scribbleofstars]

matchup for fe: awakening & fe3h? i'm 5'4, straight, female, scorpio, slytherin, & INFJ/FP (ambiverted, but more introvert)! // i'm a fast learner, hopeless romantic, daydreamer, a bit shy but loud around friends, a bit of a sadist, is secretive, smart, competitive, observant, ambitious, insecure // i like helping others, receiving praise/attention/affection, doing exhilirating/thrilling things, messing w/ others, cleaning & organizing things (but i'm quite messy myself), music, books... (1/3)

(2/3) ...games, reading/writing, science, history, mythology, learning new things, testing myself, puzzles // i'm good at the piano, reading others, lying, writing, academics, memorizing things, games // i don't like horror, having a hard time, being weak (esp. in front of others), others being better, not being acknowledged, being under pressure, discrimination // i coop my emotions, overthink, overstress, get jealous and annoyed, trash-talk others, and put others before myself a lot! (3/3) i really hope the info i gave is sufficient, or isn't too much! take your time, no need to rush ♡ i actually meant to send you this request earlier, my sis kept on bothering me to do so, but i'm so lazy hsjdjd- anyways, gl with college!!    

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I am so sorry this took so long to get to! However, I match you with.....

Owain! And....

Ferdinand von Aegir A few reasons why:

Owain:

Owain is definitely competitive and will keep you on your feet

You want to talk about mythology? Oh heck yes he is here for that, but expect him to list off about twenty different mythological weapons and the stories around them

He’s gonna ask you to help him name his weapons and his moves, so if you think of a good name its probably best to keep a list going

Ferdinand:

Is also very competitive and hates losing, leading to some interesting arguments with no clear winner. However, he refuses to argue over anything serious, instead choosing to carefully listen before coming to a conclusion.

He is constantly testing his limits and pushing others to become the best versions of themselves, you being included. However, with you he is a lot more gentle and caring and a lot less firm and direct than he might be with others.

After a long day, he loves just being able to cuddle up together and just read or have some tea or just,,,, do nothing. As long as he is spending time with the one he loves he is very happy.

[jennagrinsoverml]

Everytime I want to read ml fanfics I search in one of your rec lists (and check if you haven't posted anything new on AO3), and my favorite fics are established relationship adrinette, both pre and post reveal. Do you have any recs?? Love your work! ❤️ ❤️

Thank you!! 💖 I definitely tend to read mostly getting together fics (I love the tension) but that’s not to say established relationship doesn’t have its charms! Thanks for pushing me to put together this list because I really don’t rec ER fics enough. As requested, these are all adrienette.

Three Kids and a Hamster by @chatonne-rousse

During a sleepy late-night snuggle, Marinette and Adrien talk about their dreams for the future.

Post-reveal. This is so soft and absolutely gorgeous. They’re together and entirely comfortable together, and it’s beautiful. All of their embarrassing antics and behaviours involving each other are out in the open. “Can I be weird?” precedes these kinds of confessions and it honestly reminds me of my own relationship, where there’s that trust that you can confess anything and be understood and loved anyway. This is peak love square y’all. (@chatonne-rousse writes a ton of established adrienette, so if that's what you like, I highly recommend her stuff!)

morning kisses by @rosekasa​

for once, marinette wakes up earlier than adrien.

Post-reveal. This is short, sweet and just so incredibly softtttttt. (@rosekasa writes a ton of established relationship, and even though I think most of it is ladynoir, if you love these kinds of soft scenes full of sweetness and tenderness, you should check out her other works, if you somehow haven’t already.)

A game of pretend by @emsylcatac

Marinette was certain that Adrien was Chat Noir. She was also certain that he knew her identity. Yet, the both of them were acting like they hadn’t connected the dots and were still oblivious to what was now painfully obvious. She didn’t know if it was a game they were playing at or not, but if so, she had no intention of losing.

Which proved itself to be extremely difficult when Chat Noir suggested on patrol one evening that they go gift-shopping for their lovers together.

Post-reveal but they haven't admitted that they know yet. It's exactly as stupid and ridiculous as it sounds, and I mean that in the best way possible. They love each other and they're so silly and this whole thing is just so cute and fun!

The Purr-fect Gift by @gryffindorcls

Years after the reveal and the start of their relationship, Marinette and Adrien move in together.  To her dismay, Adrien has become distant and quiet after the move.  Marinette just wants things to return to normal, but Adrien has a surprise for her that will change their lives forever.

Post-reveal. Marinette’s so in character and I love her anxious spiraling, even as the ending is incredibly fluffy and PERFECT.

No Excuses by @overworkedunderwhelmed

Even after Marinette and Adrien finally start dating, they still had to be ready to leap apart at a moment’s notice to save Paris.

Of course, finding the right excuse can be all that much harder when the one you love knows you all too well.

Pre-reveal. This is sweet and fluffy, and the identity shenanigans makes it really fun!

Cards on the Table by @sariahsue

After six months of dating, Adrien decides it's time to tell Marinette his biggest secret.  And he knows her so well he can accurately predict her reaction... right?

Pre-reveal. I love the dynamic here where they’re so in love and Adrien knows both his girlfriend and his partner so well, but he hasn’t put it together. And then she goes and surprises him.

Hamsters by @mrs-berry 

A lot of planning and discussion goes into choosing a baby's name. Apparently, the same applies for hamsters.

Post-reveal. This one is just so fluffy and adorable! Come get your tooth-rotting fluff lol

The following fics are amazing and absolutely worth reading, but do feature sexual content, so minors beware.

The Pole Kit and Kaboodle by @chatonne-rousse

When Adrien tries to make getting undressed a bit more entertaining for Marinette, he ends up revealing more than just his underwear.

Pre-reveal. Rated M for sexual content.  Here these two are sexy and silly and hopelessly in love. I love Adrien being comfortable being ridiculous with Marinette and his ridiculous (hilarious) striptease for her. Plus the identity reveal just makes everything even better.

Everyday loving by @alienducky​

Sometimes sex is hot, steamy, burning need, any flat surface will do. Sometimes it’s soft, gentle, slow, with candles and soft music. This is neither of those. This is Marinette spending time with her dork of a boyfriend, and them both trying to have fun.

Post-reveal. Rated M for sexual content. I love this smut so, so much. It’s silly and ridiculous and so, so healthy. I love that this representation of what a normal long term relationship looks like, with lots of communication and laughter! Seriously, it’s criminal how often laughter is missing from sex in fiction.

[whoreshijima]

Thoughts on big bro Daichi being obsessive I mean uh protective and showing his adoration for his little sis

MY HEAD IS FULL OVER THIS ASK JHEEEEZ

CW// stepbrother daichi, pseudo-cest, cream pie, impregnating, breeding kink general NSFW

DARK CONTENT 18+ please

Big bro Dai moves out of the family home as soon as possible, but you’re always being invited over! And who are you to say no when he does? Eventually it just makes sense for you to move in with him, he’s closer to your work/university. He loves having you so close, coming home to you everyday makes him so so happy, being able to just hug you whenever he wants, kissing your cheek without the judgement of family and friends. It’s his safe place to treat you like he wants.

Step bro daichi is very V E R Y protective, loves having his arm around your shoulder or lingers it around your waist if you’re in a crowd or around other people. He glares at anyone who dares even look at you before distracting you with a funny joke or something else to look at.

Loves having you sit on his lap when you’re chilling at home, strong biceps around your middle to keep your back flush to his chest. His heart absolutely melts when your rest your head on his shoulder or when you lay your head in his lap as he works or watches TV. He melts when you let him run his hands through your hair, he loves the way you mewl and shiver as he does so.

There’s absolutely no way you can go on a date with another boy, no boy is good enough for his lil sister when he’s around. A man. Nobody can protect you like he can. Nobody can treat you as well as your big brother.

Big bro daichi sneaks into your bed at night, holding you to his big, bare chest. You can feel his heat radiate onto you under the sheets, you feel so safe and warm tucked under his arm. Hearing daichi snore gently into your hair fills you with love and quickly sends you to sleep. After a couple of weeks of him sneaking into your bed, you decide it’s just easier to move into his bedroom. Falling asleep in eachothers arms is easier than the previous plan!!

You’re so beautiful, he makes sure to tell you everyday. You’ve tried out some new makeup? He compliments you on how it makes your eyes stand out. You’ve styled your hair today instead of keeping it natural? He’ll run his sturdy fingers through it and compliment you on how gorgeous it looks! It works both ways, you always compliment him, gently running your nails down his biceps through his muscle shirt. Sometimes you even mention how good his ass looks through his work trousers, grabbing it gently before skipping off to get ready for the day. Daichi thinks about that constantly.

If you compliment his thighs, he makes you ride them for ages, grinding your dripping litre cunt against his big muscular thighs. Your clit catching against his sweats so beautifully, right on the edge of orgasm. He tuts his head when he feels you squirt, messing up his sweats and making a mess against the couch. “Pretty little baby, made a mess” he sighs and pins you down. That night was fun.

You’ve nearly been caught countless times by family and friends walking in with Daichis fingers buried deep inside your pussy, quickly pulling a blanket over your laps to hide how your legs are spread wide for him, how his fingers glisten with your slick in the light. People just think you and your big brother are cuddling!! How cute!!

Daichi loves playing house with you, pretending you’re his little wife!! Coming home to dinner in the oven and the house sparkling clean. He takes baths with you, washing your hair and massaging your muscles gently, and for doing such a good job of looking after the house, he looks after you.

“Fuck, princess, you feel so good” Daichi grunts out. He’s buried deep inside your gushing cunt, his harsh thrusts abusing the special spot inside you that drives you insane. His cock pushes hard against your cervix everytime he pushes his hips forward. “Gonna fill you up, make you round with my babies” his lips, swollen from kissing and biting, crash against yours again. He swallows every moan and whimper that leaves your mouth, your saliva mixes with his, connecting you together as he pulls away from you.

“S’too big Dai, too much” you whine out. Your big brother has your legs over his shoulders, pinning you to the mattress, completely under his mercy. You can’t even remember how many times you’ve cum, each one blending into the other. Daichi has always known exactly where to touch you, what spots make you leak arousal everywhere. That when he attaches his lips and tongue to your clit, if he sucks that little bit harder you’ll writhe and shake under his forceful grip. If he curls his fingers then you’ll arch your back, the force of your orgasm taking you over. He knows that by the end of the night, the only thing you’ll remember is his name and the way his cock abuses your puffy cunt.

“You’re gonna look so gorgeous round with my children Y/N” your blurry eyes are locked with his as he smiles down at you. That shit eating grin that knows he’s got you under his thumb, knows you can’t do anything but take his cum. “Yes D-dai, want your cum, want your babies, please fill me up!! Please please please” he throws his head back when he hears the lewd words leaving your lips.

Breed breed breed. His hips go impossibly harder and faster, a strangled moan leaves your throat as you feel his cum fill you up, being pushed nice n deep inside your swollen cunt, making you shiver with pleasure. “Fuck baby, you milked me so good, little pussy loves my cock hm?” He mutters breathlessly, pulling out of you. wet squelching nosies fill the room as his sweaty skin pulls away from yours, your arousal coating both of your thighs and abdomens.

Big brother daichi loves to watch his cum spill from your cunt, dripping down your ass with your legs spread wide on the bed. Don’t even think about trying to close them because big hands will pin them open against the mattress, groaning as he runs his finger through his cum, pushing it back inside you with his large fingers. Grabbing his phone he takes a picture of your twitching and over flowing pussy, adding it to his folder of all your past sessions.

You both know it’s wrong, but you love eachother so much. So when two lines appear on the small piece of plastic, you’re elated. You know your big brother is going to be so proud of you, love you both so much and care for you, forever.

Head full only being Impregnanted by big brother daichi and being his lil housewife 🤍🤍🤍

[drakenology]

Game Over 👾 - Kenma Kozume

gamer!kenma x gamer!reader

summary: kenma works at gamestop and this cutie came in to buy a new game. wonder if she’s single..

author’s note: kenma simps come get yall juice 🥵! we love a gamer boy. hope yall like dis. 🥴

warnings: smut (obviously), softdom!kenma, hair pulling, fluffy stuff, shitty rom-coms and kuroo being a hype man.

Slow days at GameStop were the worst. No one comes in anymore; who the hell still buys disks when you can buy all your games digitally now anyways? Still, it was easy money and something to do over the summer other than sit around and binge play League of Legends all day.

Kenma sighed as he pretended to look busy in front of the manager by fixing the poster wall for the eighth time all shift, mundanity floating through the store as three customers left after just leisurely looking around.

As Kenma’s restocking the playstation game wall he feels a tap on his shoulder.

“Um, excuse me do you work here?” A feminine voice asked.

“No. I just wear this fucking uniform shirt because I like it.” Kenma thought to himself before turning his head to face what was possibly the cutest girl he’s ever seen.

Kenma’s not really used to seeing too many girls in the store when he worked so he was a little shocked. But god she was pretty. She was wearing red; one of his favorite colors with these jeans that hugged her legs and thighs so nice he almost choked on his tongue before speaking.

“Uh.. yeah. How can I help you?” He finally responded.

“Hi! Um, I just wanted to know where I can find Fallout 4 for xbox? I’ve been looking everywhere for it and I can’t find it.” She sung. Her voice was like a symphony of everything good in the world. Kenma started to wonder what she’d sound like underneath him while he-

“Yeah. I’ll show you, I had to move them for a while so I could make room for newer games.” Kenma said, leading her towards the wall with all the xbox games were. He reached up high and grabbed the game off rhe top shelf and handed it to her with a meek smile.

“Thanks! I see you’re the only one working so I’ll look around and let you know when I’m ready to checkout.” She said smiling back. Kenma nodded and continued his work slowly so he could stare at her through the shelfs and hangers around the store.

The way she picked up things as she looked at them was adorable; her nose scrunching up as she giggled at the pikachu plushies. Kenma blushed as he watched her look around the store as if it were her first time visiting. She gamed, so it’s not like she’s never been in a gamestop before. But the way she looked at things she liked with fresh eyes was something to ponder on. He had to know her; at least her name.

Anyone who knew Kenma would know he’s not the type to go oogling at some girl and ask for her number, he’s hopelessly shy. But he couldn’t risk not seeing this girl again. As he walked to the counter, he gulped up his reluctance and took a deep breath.

“Hey. Ready when you are.” He said, getting the girl’s attention. She smiled and walked over with her game and a pikachu plushie; of course. She’s so fucking cute.

“Heh. Pikachu?” He teased, hoping he didn’t offend her. She simply laughed and put it on the counter for him to ring up.

“What can I say? I’m 12.” She said, sticking out her tongue with a smirk. Fuck. Kenma gulped again, pathetically blushing right in front of her and hoping she didn’t notice the tint of his cheeks turn bright red. He grabbed her stuff and rang it up, bagging it all nice for her before handing the bag to her.

“Want a receipt?” Kenma asked. She nodded, standing at the counter as she watched him print it out. Shit. The exchange was almost over and he hasn’t even asked her name yet. He had to before it was too late.

“Hey uh.. c-can I ask you something? You don’t have to answer if you don’t want to.” Kenma said, looking down at the screen and not into her gorgeous eyes.

“Yeah? What’s wrong, sir?” She asked. Fuck. Sir? Really? What’s she trying to do?

“What’s your name?”

“Y/N, why?”

“I-I wanted to know if I could have your number? And like maybe take you out- o-only if you want to I’m not-“

She laughed, and wrote her name and number on the back of the receipt and handed it back to him.

“Call me. I’d love to go out with you. You seem cool.” Y/N said. She squinted her eyes a little to read Kenma’s name tag.

“Ken..ma? Right? I’ll see you around, Kenma.”

And so began his helpless fall for her.

“Yo! Kenma, how’s it going with Y/N? Been a couple months now, right?” Kuroo asked over the discord server. Kenma blushed and looked down at his phone to see that you texted him.

“We’re good. She’s actually coming over in a bit so this will be my last game.” He said, smiling a little at your sweet message.

“Hey, Kenny! I’m on my way over. I’m raiding your kitchen btw I’m hungry 🤤 .”

“Ooooh, Kenma’s ‘bout to get some pussssayyy!” Kuroo teased. Kenma cringed and covered his flustered face as if anyone could see him.

“Shut up. Sh-she and I are taking it slow. I dunno if we’ll even go there today. None of your business anyways, perv!” Kenma explained, nervous about you coming over for the first time like ever.

You two had been on a few dates now, he had even met your roommate and your other friends. You two got so close after that day you had met at the GameStop and he was so grateful he came to work that day instead of calling out to binge play videogames. Kuroo erupted in furious laughter and continued his games with Kenma, enthused about him about finally getting some.

“Gotta hand it to you man, you managed to get yourself a hottie. And a gamer at that. I’m jealous.” Kuroo added, Kenma rolling his eyes.

He knew it too though. Kenma wasn’t necessarily a ladies man so it was a mystery what drew you to him. Still, he’s grateful he could spend his time with you even if you guys weren’t set in stone just yet.

Just as the game wrapped up, he received a call from his new favorite person.

“Hey, Kenma. I’m outside! Lemme in!” You giggle into the phone before the front door flung open, Kenma scooping you into his arms.

“Hey, you. Missed you.” He said into your hair. You smile and hug him back, following his lead inside. His little apartment was so cozy, gamer memorabilia all over the place as it screamed “Kenma”. It was so him. You smile and walk into his bedroom, thinking nothing of it as you gawk at his gaming setup.

“Woah. Didn’t know working at gamestop could get you a $1,000 set up!” You exclaim. Kenma laughed.

“Oh, I guess I didn’t tell you. I game professionally. GameStop is just another way for me to be close to videogames. Discounts are nice too.” He explained.

“So you’re a streamer?”

“Yup. You should watch me sometime. I-If you want.” Kenma said flustered. You smile and hook your arms around his neck and give him a peck on the nose.

You two spent most of the day talking about games and the lastest on manga you were both reading. Everytime you talked to him, he gave you something new to read and you’d talk about it next time you talked about it together.

Soon, you two were cuddling and watching shitty rom-coms; making fun of them became your favorite past time. You chuckle as the female protagonist says something completely cheesy about loving her love interest forever and gag at the kissing scene, Kenma covering his face in second hand embarrassment.

Then he took one look at you, snuggled up against him with your ass poking out against his groin. You were the little spoon, his arms around your waist as you look up at him from time to time to make a comment on the movie. Kenma was in love. But he had no idea how to tell you without scaring you off. What if it’s too soon? What if she doesn’t feel the same?

A cheesy sex scene displayed on the T.V causing you to get a little hot. Sure it was pretty lame but the thought of having sex right now; especially cuddled up with a cute boy, wasn’t too bad of an idea. Kenma’s sweating a little too, his dick growing hard as he realized the girl he really liked was laying in bed with him while watching borderline porn together; his face red as tomatos.

“Shit, I hope she doesn’t feel my dick poking against her. Fuck, she’s just so pretty.. I just wanna-“

“K-Kenma..?” You breath out, wet and face full of embarrassment.

“Yeah?” He said.

“I-I uh.. I don’t know how to say this but.. I’m h-horny.” You whisper as if someone else was in the room other than you two.

“A-Are you really?” Kenma asked, his dick growing more at the thought of how wet you were under your sweatpants, how hard and perky your nipples were under your bra. Fuck, he had to have you.

“Yeah.. I don’t know why but this scene is.. kinda turning me on.” You said, turning to face him to see his face bright red and eyes full of lust. You gulp, just as hungry as he is.

“Me too.” He said, staring down at your plump lips.

“Yeah?” You ask with seduction coating your tongue unintentionally, licking your lips as you bit down lightly as you looked up at him.

“Yeah.”

Kenma inched closer to your face, you following his lead as your lips finally met; your first kiss. The kiss was heavy, hands exploring and groping each other as you both moan into the kiss.

Clothes are shed and thrown to the side of the bed, Kenma drinking in the sight of your half naked body and savoring it. He pulled you back into the kiss, his tongue searching your mouth as you received him eagerly. You were making out so heavily, foreplay almost wasn’t even needed with how wet you got from his touch and kiss. You became so needy for him, the spot between your legs aching as your heart skipped eight beats.

“Kenma I-“ you said breaking the kiss, interrupted by a feral Kenma.

“No. I-I wanna take my time with you. Don’t rush.” You nod, Kenma grabbing your chin to pull you up to kiss him again.

You gasp, his hands a little cold as he touched your breasts. He groped and squeezed them, playing with your nipples as your squirm to gain friction in your panties.

You’re whining against Kenma’s mouth, desperate for him to touch you where you needed him most. As Kenma pulled away, he took a brief moment to look down at your body as he climbed on top of you.

“You’re so pretty.” He gushed, causing you to giggle and reach up to move his hair from his face.

“You too. U-Uh I mean, you’re handsome.” You said weakly, aching for something more than just kissing. He smirked at you, like a switch went off in his mind. He wasn’t the sweet and shy Kenma he was a second ago, feral lust changing his demeanor as he took a nipple into his mouth. You moan, your breath shaky as he ghosts his fingers over your panties; him feeling a wet spot on them as he hummed.

“You’re so wet, angel.” He moaned, you surprised at your new nickname. Kenma’s fingers are pulling your panties aside expertly and coating them in your slick in seconds, your moans filling his ears as he prodded them at your entrance. Your breathing becomes uneven as he slids them inside, suckling on your nipple as he looked you in the eyes.

You’re a moaning mess for him, the sounds of the movie playing were drowned out by your pathetic little moans as Kenma fingered you with his slim fingers.

“Hah.. Uuugh, K-Kenmaaa.” You gasp, an orgasm brewing in the pit of your stomach. Kenma chuckled, pulling away from your breast to coax you; talking you through the orgasm about to wash over your body as his fingers hooked to find that spot you like.

“Am I making you feel good, baby?” He asks, you unable to answer as you hold his arm for dear life. “Answer me.”

“Y-Yes! God, Ah! I’m gonna-“

“I know, baby. Cum for me. Cum all over my fucking fingers.” He cooed, rubbing harsh circles into your clit as your legs nearly jolt closed, the pleasure becoming too much as you boil over.

“Yeahhhh baby. Good girl.” He mumbled, rubbing your clit slowly to help ride out your peak, leaving soft kisses on your forehead to soothe you.

You let out a deep sigh, warn out from fingering alone. No one has ever made you feel this good using just his hands. Imagine what he can do to you with his dick.

“Bend over, baby.” Kenma said, motioning for you to turn over on the bed by tapping your outer thigh. You blink dumbly at him, your high still lingering as you flip yourself over on the bed and lay flat.

“Ass up.” He demanded, striking your ass with just enough power to snap you out of your finger-dumb trance. You yelp and arch your back, bringing your ass closer to him as he grabbed your hips.

Kenma stayed still for a while and marveled at your ass bent over for him, rubbing your ass with his big hands and smacking it every so often. He bit his lip, mumbling fuck under his breath as he teased his dick against your already worn out pussy.

You turn to look back at him, lust in your eyes and a face Kenma would never forget.

“F-fuck me. Please Ken, I n-need you.” You beg, tearing up at the feeling of Kenma’s smooth dick brushing up against your sensitive clit.

“Say no more, baby. Gonna fuck you so good.” He hissed, nearly shoving himself inside. You gasp, the feeling of him stretching you so deliciously forcing a guttural moan from your chest.

Kenma started his pace hard yet slow, making sure you felt every inch; every vein of his dick, giving it his all as he ripped your noises from your mouth.

You’re panting, unable to keep up with him as you grip onto the sheets. You shoved your face into his pillows, screams uncontrollably leaving your lips as Kenma started brutally pounding into your poor pussy.

“Uhhnnn! I-I love you Kenma!” You shout, biting down on the pillow as you feel your chest get hot in embarrassment. God, why did you have to say love? Surely he doesn’t feel the same just yet.

“Fuck, I love you too, Y/N. Hah, I wanted to say that to you for so long.” Kenma admits, grabbing a fist full of your hair and yanking you up to him as he hummed sweet praised into your ear as he fucked you stupid. You sob, relieved he felt the same way.

The ultimate exchange of love between two people emerged as he threw you back onto the bed and raised on leg up onto the bed to gain a better angle on that sweet spot of yours causing you to shriek and clench around him as you come close to cumming. Suddenly, the searing hot pleasure stops as Kenma pulled out of you. You whine, your entire body shuddering from the extreme loss.

“Get up. I want you over my desk.” Kenma said, pulling you off the bed by your arm. He was being so rough with you right now you almost thought you were fucking a completely different person; Kenma the shy and awkward gamer boy transformed into the sexiest Dom you’d ever been with.

Your legs wobble as you stood bent over his desk and gaming set up, your naked chest pressed against the cold wood as you wait for him to fuck you again. Kenma prodding himself at your entrance and leaned down close to your ear, sliding himself inside you once more with a grunt.

“You feel so good, you know that? Ugh, I’m gonna ruin you.” He huffed, you answering with a whine. He’s plowing you into his desk before you can respond properly, your hands glued onto the sides of it for dear life. Sooner than late, your orgasm is knocking at your door. Tears bubble in your eyes as you cry out for Kenma.

“C-C-Can I cum now? P-please godd let me cum Ken, ahhah!” You babble, almost unable to hold yourself back for much longer as he pummeled you nice and hard.

“G’head, baby. Cum nice and hard for me.” Kenma granted, giving your ass a hard smack to make you clench around his dick harder as you came. It was amazing. It was like a volcano erupted inside you, loud moans and sobs filling the room as your chest heaved in and out.

Kenma ruts into you one last time and pulls out swiftly, stroking his dick to release himself onto your ass as you sigh from the loss. You both stand still for a while, Kenma staring down at your coating ass cheeks and you at your fucked out reflection of his monitor. You feel him step away, too drunk off your orgasm to even care what he’s doing as he cleans you up and leads you back to bed.

“I dunno where I threw your shirt so I’m just gonna grab one of mine, okay?” Kenma says, rubbing small circles into your back. You nod, eyes closed as you hum into the pillow in comfort.

You tried not to doze off as Kenma dressed you in some clothes of his that you were totally going to steal, his scent coating the fabric of his t-shirt. After a little while, Kenma’s in bed with you lacing his body with yours as he stroked your back to soothe you to sleep.

“Can I sleep over?” You ask cutely. Kenma smiled and kissed your forehead.

“Duh.” He said. You giggle and nuzzle your head into his chest, taking in his scent as you start to doze off.

“Kenma?”

“Hm?”

“Did you mean that? What you said when we were... you know.” You ask, unsure. Kenma grabbed your chin and turned you to face him.

“Of course. I-I uh..” He paused. “I knew loved you the day I met you, Y/N.”

You tear up, pulling him up to kiss you.

“Same.” You say, holding him impossibly closer.

“So does this mean we’re-“ Kenma’s interrupted by the sound of you falling fast asleep, small snores driving Kenma into cuteness overload. He sighs, kissing your forehead as you slept on his chest.

Moments like these are truly ones to cherish.

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𔓘⭑ ࣪˖ Nct 127 as boyfriends ˖ ࣪⭑𔓘

։ຼ⚘ Taeil

~ Key words: healing hugs, comfort, easy love

Taeil is the type of boyfriend that you feel like you know for a much longer time than you actually do, just because everything feels so natural and comfortable with him. To him, relationships are meant to be easy, fun, light, safe, unproblematic, so he works with you to achieve this scenario. He feels like home and he makes loving and being loved look simple. He loves the intimacy of domestic dates, they give him the sense of bonding and growing closer. Cooking, watching movies, just lazing around, sharing secrets and also laughs while wrapped around a cozy blanket are some of his favorite things to do with you. But he also loves being adventurous, going wild once in a while, looking for interesting things to do with you deep at night. He is the type of boyfriend that shyly approaches you to give you a tight hug he was craving the whole day; that sings for you whenever you ask him to do so; that does silly things just to see you laughing; that passionately researches how to cook something just because you mentioned you wanted to eat it; that gives you his hoodies because he thinks you're the cutest with them; that hypes you up like no one else does.

։ຼ⚘ Johnny

~ Key words: joyful smiles, romance, mature love

Do you know that perfect image of a boyfriend we build in our heads and fantasize about? That's Johnny. He might look all cool and detached, but he is the warmest and most caring person you could ever meet. When he gets into a relationship, he takes it very seriously. He does his best to be the best version of himself. He is patient, easy going, mature, and loves to have long conversations with you when you go to your weekly coffee date. He is the type of boyfriend that surprises you with romantic acts out of blue and acts like he did nothing; that carries you to bed when you're too tired; that remembers little and big things about you; that picks you up wherever you are and gets out of the car just to open the door for you; that rushes to buy you medicine when you're sick and that falls asleep beside your bed. He also has his mischivious side, which makes your dynamics even more interesting. He is the boyfriend that carries you on his shoulders at a concert; that hides behind a door to jump and scare you; that tickles you until you can't laugh anymore. He is the type of boyfriend that treats you like royalty and also like his best friend.

։ຼ⚘ Taeyong

~ Key words: day dreaming gazes, companionship, reassuring love

Taeyong as a boyfriend feels like a partner for life. You can't help but catching yourself imagining a whole married life with him, but little you know he is doing the exact same thing. He is the type of boyfriend that genuinely does his best to get involved in your life and to be part of it. He asks you about your day, about your dreams, about your plans, and listens to you attentively. Communicating with him is not a problem. Actually, he is usually the first one to send you a message, or to give you a call. Also, the amount of support you receive from him is enourmous, since he admires and believes in you unconditionaly. It's natural for him to say "we" instead of "I", because he considers you in every step he takes. He is the type of boyfriend that crafts little things for you; that makes you that cute lunch boxes with even cuter post-its on them; that has a notebook filled with lyrics he wrote about you; that smiles fondly everytime he hears your name; that don't fail one day on sending you a gooodnight message; that pulls you to dance in the middle of the kitchen.

։ຼ⚘ Yuta

~ Key words: undivided attention, loyalty, intense love

Yuta is someone who won't ever leave room for doubts or insecurities regarding the love he feels for you, regarding your relationship. He can't get tired of telling and showing you how important you are to him. He gives you a lot of attention and takes good care of you. It's impossible for him to be indifferent when you're around, he is too into you, he has eyes just for you. He expresses his emotions clearly and makes his moods obvious, so the relationship is super transparent. The excitement of the relationship seems to never cease. He is naturally original and interesting, and he doesn't even need to try hard to get you hooked. Yuta's love is intoxicating, inebriating. He is the type of boyfriend that does your nails, your hair and your make up, but says that you look amazing without all of it; that gives you his jacket and also embraces you to make sure you're not cold, even though he is freezing; that turns off his phone when you're spending time together; that jokingly (or not) acts protective towards you; that doodles hearts on your arm; that winks at you from afar.

։ຼ⚘ Doyoung

~ Key words: meaningful acts, care, one and only love

Doyoung's hobby is taking care of you. And yes, it's his hobby, because he doesn't see it as an obligation or a duty. He truly likes pampering you and making your life easier. He openly admits that you are his weakness, his soft spot, the only one who can make him lose his senses and not think straight. He either is all lovey-dovey or the nagging type of lover around you. He is invested, respectful, nurturing, solid, stable, constant, and won't let anyone talk bad about you. He is the type of boyfriend that keeps little things related to you, like notes you left him or a cute sticker you glued on his arm while joking around; that gives you the last piece of french fries he got; that drops everything and travels miles and miles to meet you because you said you were lonely; that unconciously does little things for you, like putting tooth paste onto your tooth brush and handing it to you; that always carries two umbrelas because he knows you often forget yours at home; that keep staring at you in awe, but denies it strongly when you catch him doing so.

։ຼ⚘ Jaehyun

~ Key words: intertwined fingers, sincerity, movie like love

Jaehyun is the type of boyfriend full of surprises. He makes you wonder what is going through his head, because it's quite difficult to read him. But he knows what he feels. As you get to know him better, you learn that he is the sweetest bean. For example, you get to know that when he looks distant or distracted around you, he is actually trying his best to hide from you some random cute romantic surprise he prepared. Even though he is not that good at expressing his emotions, he tries to put his love into words from time to time, and you just can feel it through the tender looks he gives you. He is chill and down to earth with most of things, but he daydreams a lot about you. He is also an interesting person with interesting thoughts, and sometimes you feel like your in a romantic comedy movie. He is the type of boyfriend that says "you're amazing" out of nowhere; that back hugs you whenever he sees the opportunity to do so; that gives you the best massages ever; that wants to hear stories from your childhood; that looks forward to your reaction when he tells you a joke or a story; that brags about you to his friends; that secretly takes personality tests and looks into astrology to see how compatible you two are: if he gets a positive answer, he goes "I knew it!", and if he gets a negative answer, he goes "I don't believe this anyways".

։ຼ⚘ Winwin

~ Key words: soft caresses, growing together, special love

Once Winwin falls in love, he wishes it's forever. He is always amazed by you and by how you changed his whole world and his whole vision of people, of the world, and of himself. He has a huge sense of honor and commitment towards you, so he does his best to be a good boyfriend. He does that quietly though, with little meaningful acts and shy words. He is usually pretty calm and composed, but sometimes he becomes a cute soft mess around you. When this happens, his reactions ranges from "malfunctioning and not knowing what to do at all" to "showing off his skills so you'll be impressed". He is the type of boyfriend that goes shopping to buy something for himself and ends up with twenty items for you ; that steals a kiss on your cheek while you're asleep; that says he is going to read your palm just to have an excuse to hold your hands; that, after twenty minutes watching a movie with you, side by side, murmurs "come here" and extends his arm so you can hug and cuddle him, all of that while avoiding eye contact (but at the end he is all smiley)

։ຼ⚘ Jungwoo

~ Key words: endless cuddles, connection, colorful love

Jungwoo is the type of boyfriend who just feels right. You look at him and wonder how you could end up with someone that matches your vibes so well. He accepts you and loves you exactly the way you are, for the way you are. He is not only sweeter than candy, he is also the funniest, the cutest, the most supportive, the most lovely, the most unique and interesting boyfriend ever. He feels intensily what you're feeling, so he can understand you well. He cries when you cry, he laughs when you laugh, he is by your side because he wants to be. He is the type of boyfriend that stays awake with you all night long when you need to finish an assignment so he can help you and so you won't feel lonely; that creates a whole new special sign language to communicate with you ; that fights for food with you just to give you everything at the end; that goes live on instagram just to scream "y/n, I love you" and then disconnects; that can't stop talking about you to everyone; that uses your picture as his cellphone background.

։ຼ⚘ Mark

~ Key words: sweet kisses, happiness, pure love

Mark is someone who wants to give you the whole world, and he works hard to do so. He is very intuitive and can tell what you're thinking with just one look. Being with him feels easy, recharging, and you see sincerity in all of his acts and words. There's no drama, no second intentions, he just genuinely wants to see you happy. He is the type of boyfriend that prays for you every night before sleeping; that may be clueless about a lot of things, but notices when you have the slightest change in your appearance; that takes melted candies out of his pockets and says they are a gift to you with the brightest and most innocent smile on his face; that creates raps about your awesomeness at random times; that gets too tired of giggling while cuddling you and then sleeps in your arms; that get inspired by some cheesy movie to do cheesy things with you but gets all shy about it afterwards, which makes everything even more adorable; that helps you drying your hair and gives you little pecks while the towel covers your eyes.

։ຼ⚘ Haechan

~ Key words: heart fluttering words, sharing, playful love

Haechan is someone who makes you feel special. He knows every single detail about you, and it seems that he understands you more than you do yourself, because he always knows what to say to make you feel better. He is affectionate, flirty, enjoys to make you blush, but often he is the one who blushes like crazy. He values the deep bond you share, and is proud of himself to have you by his side. He is the type of boyfriend that diligently prepares a midnight snack for you and draws a big heart with ketchup on your plate; that asks you what you are going to wear on your date with him, so he can wear something similar; that has a bracelet with your initial on it; that does skincare with you; that calls you at raining nights and stays with you on the phone for hours to distract you from the thunders you hate so much; that runs to you when he sees you; that plays rock paper scissors with you to decide who will get you two food, but actually it doesn't matter who wins, he will do everything for you at the end.

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[sorry-i-ship-drarry]

Hi, i really like your drabbles!

Will you please write something where Harry and Draco are flatmates and friends and one day they were hanging out watching a movie and laughing and having fun and out of the blue Harry says Can i kiss you and then they kiss and Harry gets emotional because he is overwhelmed and draco falls for him more. ❤

Thank you 😊

40. Just keep swimming

I will be combining this request with next of my prompt - Patting others back. Hope you like this and thank you so much | after a bad day at work, as a friend, Harry tries to cheer Draco up by a movie night | fluff | domestic |

Fan art taken down because of confidentiality.

Credits - @upthehillart

" Draco is that you ?" Harry called out as he turned off the stove, walking out to see who walked into the flat.

" yeah " he sighs.

" ooh, that sounds terrible. Bad day at work huh ?" Harry asked as he took off the apron and threw it in the kitchen

" the most terrible day ever. It was all a mess, this new potioneer just fucked up each and every single of the potion claiming he was disturbed because of some family problem and I couldn't even yell at him because of that, then midway the potion making for st. Mungo's, my assistant fainted, basically spilling all of the potion we had been brewing for a week and above all my boss yelled at me for something I didn't even do and i- just can't . I'm done with the day " Draco looked he could almost cry.

" oh dear. That's bad " Harry sympathetically said as he walked upto Draco and gave him a friendly hug.

" i know the perfect remedy to fix your day " Harry suggested

" please, anything " Draco sighed taking off his coat and hanging it next to the door.

" go take a shower then, you stink of something really awful, like rotten pumpkin juice-"

" must be one of the potions " Draco rolled his eyes

" okay nevermind. Go. Take a shower. Food is done and I'll take care of the rest, yeah ?" Harry asked as he walked behind Draco and pushed him forward to walk to the bathroom.

" you're a great friend Harry " Draco sighed.

" I know I am. Now go " Harry patted Draco's back almost reaching the bathroom.

" whenever you're done " and with that Harry walked back into the kitchen, sighing to himself. This was again a lost chance.

" great friend " Harry scoffed to himself, disappointed. Shaking his head, he set his priorities to fixing his flatmate / best friend's mood right.

Done everything perfectly right, Harry chose the movie to watch, set the lightings to low, pizza on table, red wine for the mood and fluffy Blankets and of course pillows.

And woof.

" how could I forget you, snuffles " Harry scratched the dogs neck playfully " you're the perfect mood twister, now aren't you, aren't you "

" he definitely is " Draco walked in still looking tired..

" Jesus, even Voldemort would look better than you right now, not to mention without a nose "

" ha ha ha, very funny potter " Draco rolled his eyes and plopped onto the couch. Snuffles joining him on the sofa.

" I can't believe this dog. I gave him a name, I was the one who bought him, I take him to the vets, for walks, and even buy his favourite food and yet he loves you more than me " Harry whined as he plopped next to Draco watching him kiss the top of dogs head.

" well harry I am sort of irresistible" Draco smirked

" sod off malfoy " Harry rolled his eyes, shaking his head at the amusing joke.

" so what are we watching ?" He finally asked as snuffles got more comfortable into his lap.

" finding Nemo" Harry replied

" perfect " Draco relaxed further into the couch and harry turned on the movie.

" you don't wanna talk about it though ?" Harry asked

" This is much better. I'd rather not boil my blood by reciting again how shit my day was. Thanks for this by the way, you always know what to do " Draco gave Harry a smile , crossing his legs over the sofa, sitting more comfortably.

Passing the pizza, the wine, not to forget the spaghetti Harry made, Draco was full and was more comfortably invested into the movie, while harry was more invested in peaking glances at Draco watching the movie.

" can I lay on your lap ?" Draco suddenly asked.

With his heart beating a little louder and suddenly very much awareness of tongue in his mouth and the socks in his feets, he whispered a " yes "

And Draco got comfortable in Harry's lap, snuffles falling asleep through the movie over Draco's torso.

" i love this turtles dude part, They're much more cooler than anyone we know and the way they just say dude, gosh, coolest thing ever "

" aren't they ?" Harry chuckled as he lightly untangled Draco's soft hair with his calloused fingers

"okay tell me, if I had to one character from this movie who would I be ?" Draco asked suddenly looking up at from his lap.

" hm, that's a tricky one " Harry pouted thinking about the answer for a minute or two " i think you're the Nigel, the pelican "

" hey " Draco swatted Harry on his chest laughing " I don't have a big mouth "

" are you sure ? Have you seen yourself when you eat the brownies your mom sends " Harry laughed softly

Draco gasped " they're really good, okay. You don't underestimate them. You should try them by the way "

" well my dearest darling friend, I'd try if you'd leave me some, big mouth Nigel " Harry laughed but was immediately attacked by a pillow at his face.

" you're mean. I just had a terrible day " despite that fact, he couldn't resist laughing with Harry.

"oh sod off. You're not going to get my pity " Harry scoffed, still grinning at Draco, adjusting his spectacles.

" you're really an asshole " Draco rolled his eyes, glimpsing at the motioning movie.

" and yet you keep me around. You're the one who have Stockholm syndrome " Harry covered his face, and as anticipated he was smacked by a pillow in the face "ouch -"

" what, did I hit you too hard ?" Draco rose a few inches immediately

Harry's expression changed from being fake injured to snickering.

" I can't believe you -"

" always works " Harry laughed

" you- I can't believe you use that trick " Draco rolled off his eyes collapsing back into his lap

" and yet you fall for it everytime " Harry chuckled

" you know what, one of these days you're actually going to be hurt and I won't give a damn about you" Draco fake sneered at him

" oh is that so ?" Harry cooed in a baby voice, softly pinching Draco's cheek

" Harry- don't- "

" aww, you're angry " Harry continued in the baby voice

" don't- I said stop. Stop with the voice, it's annoying " draco desperately tried to swat Harry's hands away from his face, but he couldn't possibly entirely deny that he didn't like it.

" aww, Little pelican is angry " Harry pouted

" hey- I'm not little- you idiot " Draco smacked Harry with a pillow again, repeatedly almost sitting up in that process and getting through Harry defenseless ways of trying to protect himself from it, and breaking into a fit of laughter.

" okay- okay stop " Harry cackled

" say I'm not a pellican -"

" but you're the one who asked "

" well you could've said I'm a Nemo or Marlin. He's cute"

" oh yeah, you probably are, little and desperately trying to prove yourself "

" okay- that - was -rude " Draco smacked him at every word until Harry grabbed hold of the pillow and threw it across the room, immediately tickling Draco.

"Merlins fuck- gah- stop- agh " and he took the fall to the ground gracefully, taking Harry down with him.

Harry looked at Draco only for a brief from top before they both started laughing to death. The movie only served as a mere background noise to their laughs and their bodies almost pressed against each other.

" you had to take me down with you " Harry calmed down only a little staring down at Draco

" I never take the fall alone Harry, you knew that about me when you first became friends with me " Draco grinned. Harry shook his head at the slight truth in the absurdity. He looked down at Draco, laying there defenseless with the sweetest grin over his face, his fringes casually very perfectly sprawled over his forehead, his eyes shining with the dim light and the happiness that had Found a way into him. It was impossible to look at draco underneath him and not feel lovestruck.

" you know what, you're definitely a dory " Draco chuckled

" oh I am now " Harry widened his eyes in fun surprise

" oh yes, completely imbecile "

" not to forget you've forgotten almost everyone of my boyfriend's name everytime we meet. You would call them anything but their na-"

" Can I kiss you ?" The words were out before he could've rolled his tounge to stop.

Draco looked at him in complete shock which didn't help Harry currently at all. His eyebrows shot up through his fringes in extreme shock of the sudden question. The bowl of chips next to his hands crashed onto the ground and suddenly the shark from finding Nemo seemed much smaller..

" you- you want-"

" never mind. It was just a stupid question. It was- a - just pure curiousity. It doesn't matter. We sho- should just finish the movie and lets just pretend I never asked -"

" yes-"

" this- wait what ?"

" I said yes, I'd like that " Draco's lips curled into a little smile.

Shocked but with a good surprise Harry returned the smile and with consent leaned down to kiss draco softly over the lips. They could hear the soft noises from the TV but harry was clearly more focused on Draco's hands going up his back and the softness of lips pressed against his, the tenderness in the kiss and the lopsided smile Draco had held. Draco was no stranger to that as well, he too was focused on Harry's hands going under his shirt, not in a furious way but a soft gesture to find more intimacy and for someone who looked they would kiss roughly, Harry worked his lips like it was a master plan he had always been working on if ever given the opportunity to enunciate. They were lost for seconds, minutes, hours maybe but it felt like forever to share that brisk intimate kiss. Neither of them had even realised they were out of breath until they had started heaving and only the other one noticed and stopped kissing at once.

Harry smiled down at Draco, until the sudden realisation hit him that they were still on the ground.

" wanna get back on the sofa or is floor too comfortable for you my majesty "

" you'll never change, will you ?" Draco shook his head as he took Harry's hand and got back up on the sofa and landing in his lap once again but this time his eyes were Only focused on Harry. Who strangely enough was looking blankly at the TV with-

" Harry, are you crying ?" Draco rose up a little bit

" uh, no. The movie-"

" we just kissed and you care about the movie-"

" no, it's not like that-"

" seems like it-"

" oh calm down you idiot. I just- I got a wee bit emotional" Harry sighed

" why ?"

" because I finally kissed you. Do you even realize how much courage it took to even ask you that. I'm overwhelmed that you Returned-"

" your feelings ? Harry, I cannot express you enough how much I like you. All the past relationships- I understand not a good point here but listen- they never worked because they're not you. I've always liked you Harry, well pretty much always "

" really ?"

" of course. I'd been pining on you for ages. It's good to know you finally feel the same "

" I- I've been pining for long too. I mean I may have never told you but-"

" you stalked me in 6th year all year long and desperately tried to cross paths with me every chance you got in 8th year. Yeah, I bet even snuffles knows about that "

" oh "

Draco smiled softly, cupping harry's face " hey, I like you and you're worth it. You were always worth the wait, even if you still want to wait. My feelings would probably never change for you Harry. It's pretty darn hard to run away from you " Draco shrugged

" well-"

" I like you harry, I do " Draco reassured again knowing Harry was feeling overwhelmed and insecure.

" I like you too Draco " Harry finally gave Draco a smile before leaning down to kiss him again, with a small smile curving at the corner of his lips.

And when they broke off, Harry and Draco once again became invested into the movie, the difference being, they both couldn't wait for more tomorrow's to come and Draco couldn't help but fall deeper for Harry.

But then maybe, Harry was his dory If Draco was a marlin or even if he was Nemo, Harry would make sure to go above and beyond just for him and that was enough to keep Draco swimming in his love for him.

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Day - 39- cuddle me in | Day 41- quidditch field victories

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Iida x reader - Iida Tenya’s Imaginary Boyfriend (True Ending)

⚠️warnings - good ending HAHAGQ

Pronouns - male, he/him

Part one can be found here!

Part two can be found here!

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He woke up in recovery girls office.

He wasn’t sure how he got here. All he remembered was his head feeling a bit faint walking back to the dorms, then waking up here. Looking out the windows, vast colors of orange and yellow flooded in between the cracks of the blinds, making colorful stripes paint his bed with light. He presumed it was around sunset.

The door clicked open. Recovery girl, Aizawa, and detective Tsukauchi walked through the door.

“Do you know where you are right now, Iida?” Aizawa was frank, as usual.

“I believe I am in recovery girls office, though I have no clue how I got here.”

Tsukauchi cleared his throat. “You were hit with a villains quirk about 2 days ago. You’ve been asleep ever since. It caused you to go in a nightmare-ish dream state until we caught them.”

Iida retrieved his glasses from the bedside table. It was then he realized he was in his pajamas. Aizawa stepped forward. “What’s your full name?”

“Iida Tenya.”

“How old are you and what school do you go to?”

“15 years old and I attend UA high school.”

Aizawa hummed. Nothing seemed to be wrong with his memory. “Do you know what day it is?”

“March 17...no, 19? Forgive me, it’s somewhere between there.”

“Iida,” Aizawa looked confused. It made Iida feel sort of uneasy aswell. Like getting a problem wrong and having your teacher be disappointed in you. “That’s almost a full month away. It’s February 3rd today.”

February 3rd. If Iida recalled correctly, that was around the day that everyone seemed to forget that (Y/n) existed. He checked his wrists out of habit. (Y/n’s) watch were gone. He was about to ask where it was, when the detective clicked his tongue.

“Well-thats to be expected,” Tsukauchi held up a case file, most likely a report on the criminal who used their quirk on Iida. “Time passes differently in the quirk-induced coma Iida-san was in. Some people affected by them claim it’s been years when it’s only been a couple of days. Truly terrifying.”

Recovery girl tutted. “All of his vitals seem to be in check. He should be able to return to the dorms now. Just have him take it easy for a couple days in training.”

“Mm. Make sure you make up your missed work,” Aizawa turned back, as Tsukauchi exited the office and recovery girl sat in her desk. “And tell your classmates you’re alright. Your friends were freaking out when you wouldn’t wake up in the morning. They should be in the dorms by now.”

Iida nodded.

———

Walking back to the dorms, there was one thing Iida couldn’t get off his mind.

He’s been in a ‘quirk-induced coma’ for 2 days. The passage of time is different with their quirk as to real life. And he could’ve sworn it was late March instead of early February.

So when did he fall asleep? And what was his ‘dream’ about?

He, at first, thought it was the result of walking home with his friends after seeing that sketch artist Kaitekina, but that doesn’t happen until almost a full month later. So, most of the things Iida remembers doing and learning in class has not happened yet.

And, nightmare? He remembers falling asleep and seeing (Y/n) in his dreams, but that doesn’t fall under ‘nightmare’ territory. Actually, it was rather pleasant.

“Oi! Iida’s awake!” He heard Kirishima yell, as he walked through the door. Most everyone was in the common room, and turned their heads. Each one of them erupted into a smile, saying things like “are you ok?” Or “glad to see you awake, Iida-san!”

He, unintentionally, tuned them all out.

What was his ‘nightmare?’ What made his dreams about a boy who doesn’t exist so bad? Was he waking up in his dream just to go to bed in that dream to dream another dream? What-

“-and (L/n) was so worried bro! I mean-he looked ok like usual but I guess he doesn’t really go out of his room unless you force him t-“

“I’m sorry, who?” Iida’s disbelieving voice sharply cut off Kaminari’s ramblings. He didn’t hear that correctly. His mind had to be playing tricks on him.

“...bro...” Looks of worry or confusion flooded the 1A students. Similar to when they looked at him like he was insane, asking for a non-existent student named (L/n) (Y/n).

Kaminari awkwardly chuckled. “(L/n)...? Your personal hype man? Dude who follows you around like a dog?”

“Kaminari-that was mean, he does not follow Iida around like a dog.”

“But he does!”

A playful argument rang out between Jirou and Kaminari. Everyone’s attention seemed to shift from Iida, to Jirou blasting her heartbeat into Kaminaris ears with her ear jacks.

“Iida-kun, are you okay..?” Midoryia brought Iida out of his trance. “Did you lose your memory or something while you were asleep?”

“No no I just-I probably misheard Kaminari-kun. Who was he talking about?” His voice was wavering. His desperation hidden behind the glare of his thick cut glasses and messy bed hair. He needed to comb his hair once he sorted things out.

“(L/n) (Y/n)-kun?” There it’s was again. “He sits next to you in class? You...oh! You two fought in the sports festival? And...yknow...the whole,” Midoryia stuck out his tongue making a mask with his hands and pretending to lick someone’s blood. “-thing?”

Everytime he asked who he fought in the sports festival, everyone including Midoryia would say “Hatsume-san, Ibara-san, and Todoroki-kun.” He never recalled fighting someone named “Ibara” from class 1B, having fought (Y/n) instead, but he grew to just accepting it.

And when he asked about the Stain incident, Todoroki and Midoryia would claim it was just them three fighting him. There was no one with (h/c) hair that helped Midoryia, him, and Todoroki out immensely. As far as Iida was concerned, (L/n) (Y/n) did not exist to the world.

So why was everyone talking like he was a real person?

“Iida, if you really don’t remember, you should go get that checked out by recovery girl...it’s pretty odd that you forgot about your own classma-“

The sudden startup of engines, followed by the whirring hiss of smoke trailing past him cut Midoryia off. Iida burned through the pants of his pajamas, but he didn’t care. He ran as fast as he could to the 4th floor of the boys side of the dorms.

His heart quickened with every step he took. He wasn’t one to get his hopes up, but the obvious look of desperation on Iida’s face seemed to lead his thoughts. He needed to see for himself.

Skidding to a halt infront of the supposedly empty dorm room, he once again halted when he reached for the doorknob. Everytime he’d check this room on impulse, he was always met with the empty, white walls and drawn curtains supplied by the school. He didn’t want to walk in and face white again.

And he didn’t.

Almost taking the door off the hinges, Iida practically shoved the door out of his way. A small gasp ripped its way through Iida’s throat.

A dimly lit room, one that was never kept clean, that had an oddly sweet smell coming from it. He saw the vaguely familiar (f/c) bedsheets, with the sea blue comforter thrown lazily on it, half slipping onto the ground. He saw the messily taped Ingenium posters, crooked and wonky, plastered on his studying table, which was almost never used for studying. When they studied together, it was usually on Iida’s bed or somewhere outside.

But finally, he saw the patio slider door opened, curtains fluttering in the mellow orange sunlight with someone standing outside. They were leaning on the balcony, with their arms stretching up, the reflection of their cheap red watch burning light into Iida’s eyes.

“(L/n)...kun...?” The name felt foreign on his lips. Even if he technically ‘saw him two days/one month ago’, it felt like years since he’s actually felt like he was in the same room as him. The boy, (Y/n), turned around.

Setting sunlight painted his face with warm colors, making the (h/c) shade of his hair burn brighter. The light also seemed to reflect off the (e/c) iris’ of (Y/n’s) face, making it look like it was glowing. It lit his face well enough to make him seem ethereal. Breathtaking. Real.

It was him. It was (Y/n).

“Morning, Tenya. How’s it feel to be asleep for two days?”

Iida didn’t answer. Instead, he walked tentatively towards the patio sliding entrance, his burnt pajama pants cinching his calves now that his adrenaline high was subsiding. He stopped a few inches way from (Y/n), reaching out and shakily touching his cheek.

Instead of fazing through him, or flat out fading, his hand made contact with warm, soft skin. (Y/n) hummed and nuzzled his cheek into his hand. Iida’s vision blurred involuntarily, despite him having his glasses on.

“Is something wrong? Did something happen?”

His voice’s vibration, and the warm breath that fanned his chest was enough proof that he was here. Enough proof he was dragged down back to earth, no longer just a distant memory no one remembered.

Iida’s throat closed up, and he felt his knees go weak. He was a blurred mass of (h/c) and (skin/c), with the hint of red that protruded from his arm, but Iida knew he was still there. He was there, with him, and would be going on until forever.

A tender, hoarse chuckle escaped Iida. He leaned his cheek onto (Y/n’s) forehead, not caring that his face and bed hair was still messy and reeked of sleep. He smiled.

“Nothing. Nothing at all, (Y/n)-kun.”

——————

Haha. That was fun. Anyways-

[hanjizung]

MOON.

Bang Chan x Reader. Word count: 1.9k

♡ Warnings ♡ : SMUT; soft smut, a bit of angst, oral (f), penetrative sex, unprotected sex, creampie, praising.

A/N: This is heavily inspired by GIDLE’s MOON. It’s clearly my favorite song from this new album. It did make me cry, please give it a listen if you can. If you don’t want to listen I understand, and I hope that you enjoy what I wrote. Thanks for reading.

It was getting darker outside, the glowing moon was shining in all its splendor outside your window. It was a beautiful full moon. A moon that was so full, just like your head with thoughts.

It was too much to handle by yourself.

But you had to be able to feel better by yourself. You didn’t want to bother Chan with your problems when he was already struggling with his own, he had been going through a enormous lack of inspiration that made him lock himself in the company’s gym and exercise until his body almost gave up, coming home and crashing directly on your shared bed to wake up again before you and do the same routine.

It had been like that for the past weeks. You missed him, missed how he giggled when you two were watching a movie, how handsome he looked when he was concentrated on his laptop screen at midnight and how he hummed when he woke up, waking you too with a smile that showed his cute dimples to you.

You missed all that. You missed him. 

All you had now was the moon accompanying you, she was a witness to all the tears you shed for Chan. 

It started by you sitting by the window, staring at the dark blue sky, looking at all the pretty stars and then at the full moon. Then you saw how it became smaller, disappearing as the nights passed until it disappeared, and you couldn’t help but relate to her. Feeling full when Chan called you during lunch or asked you how you were doing in the evening then feeling empty when you waited for him by yourself at night, falling asleep without noticing.

You’d gone to visit him at his workplace, finding him discussing things about songs with Changbin and Jisung. He’d asked if you wanted to go eat somewhere, and when you two finished your dinner he took your hand so tenderly, his eyes focused on you and with an apologetic smile he’d told you he might not get home at all later.

And you felt how your heart shattered into tiny pieces, forcing a smile and nodding your head without saying anything. Apparently, Chan didn’t worry because you seemed to take that well, so he just watched you leave the restaurant in silence with your head lowered and tears almost falling from your eyes.

That night was the first night you cried near the window, the moonlight illuminating the darkness of your room making it seem how you felt. Alone. And you fell asleep there, in the chair you used to do your makeup with your head against the wall. It wasn’t very comfortable, but sad you hadn’t seemed to mind.

The next day you wished you’d woken up in bed, an incredible neck pain torturing you and your stuffy nose and swollen eyes made you hate yourself for being so vulnerable.

That night you stayed away from the window, trying to hide yourself from the mocking moon that shone in all its splendor. You felt like it was making fun of you. She was so bright, and you were so… dull. You felt like nothing.

But you missed it, looking at her beauty. You couldn’t stay away from her, as simple as she was, she still was breathtaking everytime your eyes met her.

And since that day when the moon witnessed your true feelings, you thought that it wouldn’t be so bad after all. Unconsciously, you sat by the window more often and did mundane things such as brushing or braiding your hair, sometimes you read a book and on simpler nights you just stared out the window, looking at the people passing or admiring the stars shining on the dark sky. 

Tonight was one of those nights where you brushed your hair before going to sleep, having showered before to sleep more peacefully and to feel clean. Your hair was now dry and it felt so soft when you ran your fingers through it, a smile on your face as you were facing the mirror and allowed the moonlight to reach your face. 

Then, the sound of steps caught you off guard and you turned to see him walking over to you, a tired smile on his face but shining eyes when he was in front of you and pulled you towards him, the warmth of his body embraced you and you felt at home being in his arms. It felt so surreal, you dropped the brush to have your hands free and touch him to know he was real. 

“You’re home earlier than usual” you whispered, your fingers softly caressing his cheek and smiling. That loveable sound of his giggles reached your ears and you pressed yourself against him even more. You’d missed him so much…

“I missed you. We’ve been separated for too long, I’m sorry, love. I forgot what truly was important” he murmured, squeezing you playfully then separating from you, his pretty hands taking your face to make you look at him. You could see how sincere he was being in his eyes, he meant every word that came out of his mouth.

“I know your life is music, Chan. I missed you but I never said anything because… Wanting you by my side all the time is too egoist. You’re free to do what you want” you lowered your head, trying to hide the tears that were forming in your eyes and threatened to fall at any given moment. 

“Precious, I neglected you horribly. You’re my muse, you’re my inspiration, you’re what is most important to me. I won’t do this again, I know you’ve hardly taken care of yourself” he stopped, taking your chin and kissing your forehead so sweetly. You let your tears fall. They weren’t sad tears, but more like relieved tears. You were so glad to have met him, of being able to hear his voice and to love him like this.

“I love you so much, Chan. You need to take better care of yourself too, dummy. Everytime you get home you practically faint on any surface that seems sleepable” you joked, laughing softly and making him form a smile too. This was a moment that you would remember forever, knowing how honest the two of you were, you wouldn’t change this for nothing. 

“Let me show you how much I’ve missed you,” Chan said, kissing your lips so gently, it felt like a caress. He was being so mild, his hands ghosting over your body until it reached the ending of your shirt and he separated from the kiss, asking with a look if he was allowed to take it off. You simply nodded, biting your lip and raising your arms for him to expose your skin to him. He was looking at you with such adoration in his eyes, that you were sure that if you could fall even deeper for someone, this was how that felt.

His hands found place in your waist and he kneeled in front of you, he rested his head on your thigh, his hands lifting you up until you were standing so he could pull down your bottoms, his plump lips kissing where his head rested previously and dragging his hands down to your knees, he separated your legs until your sex was fully exposed to him. And it was then when he came in contact with you, kissing your inner thighs lovingly before reaching his destination.

You moved to be on the edge of the seat, giving him more access to your intimacy and letting him pleasure you. Chan licked your slit experimentally a first time, making you shiver. One of your hands flew to tangle itself on his hair, expectating for him to make you cry in ecstasy. 

His tongue played with you, going up and down until it came in contact with your clit and that’s when the action truly began. His hands were resting on your knees, keeping your shaking legs spread for him to make you feel like you were in heaven, and judging by the noises you were making he was succeeding efficiently. He knew your body too well at this point to know all of your reactions and your likes and dislikes when he fucked you roughly and when he made love to you, just like he was doing right now. 

You were whimpering his name helplessly, arching your back on the chair and pushing him closer to you by his hair  when you hit your high. The only warning he had was the loud scream you let out before you came in his mouth, shaking and letting some more tears roll down your cheeks.

Breathing heavily, you opened your eyes to see Chan wiping your essence from his chin, he looked so ethereal like that.

He stood up, taking you in his arms and laying you on the bed. You were feeling kind of tired, but decided that you needed something before going to sleep with the love of your life. 

“Please, fuck me, Chan. I’ve missed you so much, I need you inside me” you pleaded. He seemed to think about it but after a few seconds, he started to undress in front of you, first taking out his jacket and then his shirt. You started touching yourself, feeling how wet and ready you were to take him all inside you.

Once when he was fully naked, almost like you, he positioned himself between your legs, pumping his cock once before penetrating you for the first time after a while. He groaned and you gasped when his member stretched you. “God, I had forgotten how tight you were, love. You feel so… perfect. You’re perfect for me, precious.”

He started to pull out slowly, stopping only when his tip was all that was left inside you. You felt empty, but that sensation was replaced as soon as he started filling you again. He kept the pace, slow but still pleasant for the both of you. It wasn’t until when he added rubbing your clit to the mixture that you felt a second orgasm forming, your walls clenched around him and you felt him twitch.

“Please kiss me when we cum, Chan” you cried out between gasps. You pulled him towards you by his neck, and he understood to kiss you hard, and it was right then when you allowed yourself to cum, him finding his own release seconds after. 

He pulled out of you, being careful enough to fall next to you and not crush you with his weight. The two of you were in need of breath, but clearly content from the previous activity. You felt how full your heart was, and your eyes directed to the window, the moonlight coming from it showering both of you. 

The moon was a witness to the pain you felt when you thought about being forgotten by Chan before. Not, she was a witness of the love you received from him, and the promise of taking better care of you while you took care of him. A silent pact made from true love.

“What are you thinking?” his voice brought you back to reality, and you turned your head to look at him with a big smile.

“Just about how much I love you.” He smiled when he heard your responde.

“I love you even more, babygirl.”

[spencersstrawberryjello]

Shitty Slasher Film (Spencer Reid + gn!MC - platonic)

Summary: SPOILERS FOR SEASON 8 (and minor season 7 spoilers but I figure if you’ve seen season 8 you’ve probably seen season 7 already lmao) MC and Spencer decide to go see a slasher film, but it takes a turn for the worse when the killer begins to stalk his victim. 

Content: Hurt/Comfort (because literally what else do I write at this point)

Warnings: Descriptions of violence, depressive thoughts, and swearing

MC’s name and pronouns: Neither explicitly mentioned

Word Count: 2285

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The plan was simple.

We were going to see a new horror movie in the theaters - it seemed similar to a slasher film that Morgan, Garcia, Reid and I had seen like six or seven months ago, so I didn’t think anything of it when we booked the tickets. Morgan and Garcia couldn’t make it tonight, unfortunately, but we still elected to go on our own, thinking it would be a fun little outing. That was, until the film started.

The lights came up on a woman, walking through a back alley alone, at night. Typical. I even glanced over at Spencer and rolled my eyes a bit, and he grinned at the stereotypical horror movie trope.

She died, of course, and for the first half of the movie I genuinely thought it was going to be exactly what we assumed. We were laughing at the ridiculousness of it all, with the stupid special effects and the subpar acting. But everything went off the rails after the first half of the movie.

The killer had revealed his primary target, his endgame, and - much to my horror - he had begun to stalk her.

Scenes of her creating a disguise, moving houses, throwing away her phone, spun a dark web that I didn’t ever want to think about. But I had more pressing things to worry about than my fear at a movie that was literally intended to make you scared.

I glanced over at Spencer, and I could tell that his breathing had picked up. His hands were gripping the arms of the chair, knuckles as white as his face had turned. I put a hand over his, and his attention snapped to me.

“Hey, are you alright?” I asked him. It was a stupid question, and one I already knew the answer to, but it was the first thing I could think to say. He looked like he was weighing his options for a moment before he shook his head.

“Do you want to leave?” I followed. He nodded, eyes wild, and we quickly grabbed our bags and left, just as the stalker had pulled a gun on his victim. Spencer took one last look at the screen, watching with wide eyes as the victim begged for her life. It was like a trainwreck; he couldn’t take his eyes off the movie, and I couldn’t take my eyes off him as the stalker pulled the trigger, and the woman crumpled to the ground. He practically jumped out of his skin when the gunshots fired, and I grabbed his arm to usher him out.

I didn’t realize the full extent of his panic until we made it out of the theater, bursting through the doors into the significantly brighter lights of the hallway. He immediately sat down on the couch near the doors, head in his hands, breathing rapidly.

“Ok, you’ve gotta breathe, Reid. You’ve gotta breathe, alright? In through your nose, out through your mouth, can you do that?” I adjusted my breathing to fit the pattern, and saw that he had started to slow his as well. “Good, ok… we can sit here for as long as you need to, just focus on your breathing.”

He gave me an almost imperceptible nod, continuing to breathe slowly before lifting his head from his hands. His eyes were red, and it was clear he’d been trying to fight off tears.

“Reid, I’m so sorry -”

It was at that moment that he cut me off with a hug, tucking his head in the crook of my neck as I felt his body lightly shake with sobs. After a second I hugged him back, not used to physical affection from him, but not opposed as long as he was ok with it.

“It reminded you too much of Maeve, didn’t it?” I asked, trying to ensure that the story I had in my head was correct. He nodded, his breath coming in short gasps again, and I hugged him a bit tighter. “Reid, I’m so sorry, I never would’ve suggested this movie if I’d known the turn the story was going to take.”

He shook his head, sucking in deep breaths before finally attempting to speak. “No, no, it’s ok, I know that you wouldn’t have done this on purpose. It’s just…”

He trailed off, but I knew what he was trying to say. “I was there that day, Reid. I know how much she meant to you.”

“The girl in the movie kind of looked like her. You know? Same hair, same face shape… when I saw the fear in her eyes, all I could imagine was Maeve, terrified, with a gun to her head. The woman I love - loved. The woman I loved. Scared, and alone.”

“Oh, Reid… you know it’s not your fault, right? You did everything you could to save her.”

“No. No, I didn’t. I should’ve closed my eyes, I should’ve tackled Diane - hell, I should’ve shot that bitch the minute I walked into the room! Instead I stood there. I stood there while the woman I loved died in front of me, and I didn’t do anything to stop it.”

“Spencer.” I put my hands on his shoulders, pulling back from the hug to look into his eyes. “You absolutely cannot blame yourself for this. What happened to Maeve was horrible, but it was not your fault. And you can’t live your life with that on your conscience.”

“Maybe I deserve to.” His voice was soft as he tucked his head back into the crook of my neck, and I put my arms around him, one hand lightly rubbing his back. My heart broke for the man in my arms - my best friend - as he sniffled, a few stray tears still trickling down his face.

“You don’t deserve to live with that kind of guilt, Spencer. Guilt for something you didn’t even do. And I’m so, so sorry that you feel that way. And I’m so sorry about what happened.”

“Sorry doesn’t make it go away,” He argued, his voice muffled by the fabric of my t-shirt, “Sorry doesn’t bring her back.”

I heard his voice hitch when he said it, and I held him a bit tighter. “I know it doesn’t.”

He was silent for a moment before he spoke again, his voice thick with tears begging to be released. “I just wish I could bring her back.”

It was as if saying it broke something in him, and I felt his body shake as he cried again, consumed by grief and guilt unlike anything I could ever imagine. He was usually so closed off about his emotions that having him crying in my arms was a rare occurrence, even after years of friendship. The last time he was like this was after Emily’s… “death,” and even that wasn’t near as intense.

I wasn’t sure how long we sat on that bench, the orange lights of the movie theater hallway creating a strange liminal sensation as I held Spencer, finally releasing the emotions he’d clearly been pushing away since Maeve’s death.

Eventually, he stopped crying, his breathing returning to something close to normal, and he pulled away from me, his eyes red from tears.

“I’m sor -”

“Nope, do not even start to apologize. There’s nothing to apologize for.”

He closed his mouth, contemplating saying something else for a second before nodding, hugging me again.

“Thank you.”

“Of course, Reid. Do you want to go back to my place? We can order a pizza, and watch a movie - something we know this time. If you need to be alone, I understand, but -”

He shook his head. “I’d like that.”

“Good,” I sucked in a deep breath, trying to steady my own breathing after everything that just happened, “Good. Are you ok to walk to the car?”

“Yeah… I’m not sure how talkative I’m going to be tonight though…” He kind of trailed off, clearly drained, but not wanting to be alone.

“I understand; you know there’s no expectations with me, Reid. If you want to just wrap yourself up in a blanket and eat junk food, I get it. I just want to be there, to make sure that you’re ok.”

He gave me a small smile, and I grinned, grabbing his hand to help him off the bench. We made our way out to my car, and I climbed in, starting it before turning on the radio.

Spencer was pretty much silent the entire drive back to my apartment, the noise in the car mostly consisting of the music and my less than stellar singing. When we finally pulled into the complex, we headed upstairs to my place.

“I’m gonna order the food. Do you wanna find something on Netflix you like?” I asked as I unlocked the door. He nodded, and I threw my keys on the kitchen counter, putting in the pizza order on my computer. I saw him grab a blanket from the basket in the living room, wrapping it around his shoulders and plopping down on my couch.

I expected to return to the living room to see whatever movie we were watching cued up on the TV. Instead, I saw Spencer, staring at the wall across from him, remote untouched on the coffee table.

“Hey,” I sat down next to him, gently putting one hand on his shoulder, “Is there anything else you want to talk about?”

He was silent for a moment, and I could see the mental battle he was fighting. Eventually, he spoke, his voice barely above a whisper.

“I’m afraid… I’m afraid that if I allow myself to grieve, if I allow myself to think about what happened, I won’t be able to stop. It’s been almost four months, I thought the pain would be gone by now. But it isn’t, it’s… I just miss her. I miss her so much.”

“I know, Reid. I know.”

He leaned into me, and I didn’t hesitate to wrap my arms around him, the thoughts of pizza and a movie completely abandoned in my mind. Instead, all of my attention was on Spencer as he spoke again.

“On the last case, Rossi talked to me. I told him that I wasn’t sleeping because whenever I did, I would dream of her. Of Maeve. And everytime I saw her, I felt nothing but relief flooding my mind. I told him how she would always ask me to dance, and how I always said no. I never even got to hold her when she was alive, and I was scared that if I gave into the fantasy, I would be lost forever,” He took in a shaky breath before he continued, “And he said I should. He said, ‘just let it happen, Spencer.’ So I did. I danced with her, I held her, and when I woke up, she was all I could think about. The way it felt to wrap my arms around her, the way her head fit perfectly into the crook of my neck while we danced. It took another day before I could think about anything but her, before I could stop wallowing in my grief enough to function. And since that night, I haven’t allowed myself to give into the fantasy again, the fantasy of having her back. I think… I think that if I let it happen again, I won’t be able to come back from it. It’ll just consume me.”

“Spencer…” I trailed off, unsure of what to say. He just shook his head, telling me I didn’t need to say anything as we sat there on my couch in silence. He wasn’t crying, he hadn’t cried since we left the theater. He was just… hollow. Everything that he’d been trying to repress - to compartmentalize - had finally caught up to him, in the form of a shitty slasher movie that we’d gotten cheap tickets to see.

I held him tighter, wishing that I could figure out something to say to comfort him, to take away his pain. But I knew there was nothing I could do. Nothing I could do but just be there.

“Have you ever considered talking to someone? Like, not someone from the team - a professional?” I asked.

“I’ve thought about it. But… we’re experts in human behavior, you know? What’s a therapist going to be able to tell me that I can’t already profile myself?”

“Well, it might be helpful to have a licensed professional to talk to about this stuff. Someone who can actually give you advice on how to handle your emotions. Because as much as I am absolutely here for you no matter what, I’m afraid I’m not great at mental health advice.”

“Yeah… maybe.” He sounded dubious about the idea, and while I wanted to encourage him further, I didn’t want to push him today. So I settled for just gently rubbing his back as he laid in my arms, staring at the wall. Eventually, the doorbell rang, and I got up to get the pizza, bringing it back into the living room and setting it down on the coffee table. By now, he’d sat up, the blanket still pulled around his shoulders, but at least a bit more present.

“Thank you,” He said, for the second time that day. I just smiled at him.

“Of course. I love you, Reid. And I’m always here, whatever you need.”

“I love you too,” He gave me a small smile back before turning his attention to the coffee table, “But I also love food - I’m starving.”

I laughed as I handed him a plate, joining him on the couch as we both dug in.  

[mylifeisactuallyamess]

Poe Dameron x Reader

A/N: My drabble for Writer Wednesday. I haven’t edited or had it beta read so apologies if you find any mistakes! @autumnleaves1991-blog @clydesducktape

Warnings: Angst, denial, mention of war.

Word count: 2671

Respite. It never lasted long but you would take it when you could. Your squadron had just finished a successful supply run and Leia had given you all leave for a few days. You looked down the beach seeing the X-Wings haphazardly placed among the trees at the base of the cliff, this small moon really was a find. Covered in white sandy beaches and enough foliage to hide the space craft, breathable air and not a massive predator in sight. Also no settlers so if you were found by the First Order no one would get caught in the crossfire.

Laughter was carried on the breeze towards you, the squad sat round a large fire listening to Poe as he tuned his guitar, a bottle of spotchka was also being passed around. You stepped forward, letting the warm sea water lap at your toes burying them in a layer of sand. The rich red and orange tones that spread across the sky bathed you in all its fiery glory, clouds marked the sky creating a purple grey blanket to try and dull the blazing sunset, but nothing could contain the wonder of nature. You watched the sun dip below the horizon, still casting the warm rays even though you could no longer see it. You turned slightly, Poe’s velvet voice rose above the chatter and everyone stopped to listen, who wouldn’t want to listen to him? Your gaze wandered, desperately trying not to look at him because if you did your heart was going to race. It was going to expand to immeasurable proportions and it was going to ache deep in your chest. You looked up at the clouds hoping the tears wouldn’t fall as his melody weaved it’s way into your soul.

He had a permanent place there, nestled inside you filling you with love and he didn’t even know it, the man was so ingrained within you, it felt like every word, every touch he gave you forever beat in your body, refusing to give them up. You had no idea if he felt the same, you didn’t want to know because if you knew it would make the pain ten times worse. Knowing that he wanted to touch you, to love you as much as you loved him….no. Not in the middle of a war that had no end in sight. You took a deep breath, filling your lungs to the maximum with the fresh salty air of the sea, grounding yourself. Your name being called made you turn round, the smile back on your face as you watched Jess approach.

“Come and join us!” Poe had started a jaunty tune to which Snap yanked Kare up and started making her dance even though her protests rang loudly down the beach. You took the bottle off Jess, taking a bigger mouthful than you wanted but you needed to feel something other than this deep routed ache that festered inside you all the time. You watched Kare throw her head back in laughter as Snap twirled her round and your eyes were drawn to Poe. His expression full of love for his friends as he watched them enjoy themselves, his hands moving expertly along the strings. He finished the tune with exaggerated flair, his face split with a large smile and a rich laugh burst from his chest at something Snap said. He rested his guitar against the log, his deep brown eyes falling on you and his expression dropped slightly. You shoved the bottle back at Jess, your hands suddenly sweaty.

“I’m gonna go for a walk. I just need to calm my mind.”

“Yeah ok, I’ll tell the others.” You took off, not looking back. You thought you heard Poe ask a question, maybe he was enquiring after you but you shut it out. You clutched the front of your top as you tried to breathe through the pain that had gathered in your chest, you had to leave the squad. You couldn’t keep going on like this, you were going to slip up, make a mistake and then the whole squad would be at risk. This couldn’t continue. Leia would understand.

“Hey slow down!” Oh! Oh no!

“Poe not now!” But the emotion in your voice just made him speed up.

“What’s up, what's wrong?” He asked as he drew level, falling into step alongside you. Your mind refused to work, stuttering a stop as everything you wanted to say filled your mouth but you couldn’t. “Come on, can you tell me?”

“No, I can’t.” You sounded so rough, so abrupt he didn’t deserve that. It wasn’t his fault you felt like this. “I’m sorry,” you whispered. “I’m just so tired.” He stepped in front of you bringing you to a halt and you had to look up into his kind face. The stubble that lined his jaw was prominent even though you knew he shaved this morning, his curls were unruly and fanning over his furrowed brow. He placed his hands on your shoulders, his warmth seeping through the thin material of your top.

“You can tell me anything,” he spoke softly and the urge to spill everything was filling you once again. You opened your mouth to speak when your eyes caught something, a shape among the trees. You grabbed your blaster and Poe tensed. “What do you see?” He whispered.

“I don’t know, but there’s something in the trees. Like a building?” You squinted into the gathering dusk trying to make sense of it but you knew you had to get closer. Poe sidestepped and pulled his blaster out, letting you take the lead as you quietly advanced. On closer inspection it looked like a hut, with a row of rickety wooden steps leading up to a closed door. Poe motioned for you to go first and you tested each step carefully before putting your weight on it, sometimes the wood would creak alarmingly and the pair of you would freeze. But nothing happened. You locked eyes with Poe, your hand ready to open the door, he nodded, his hands gripping his blaster tight. You flung the door open and he rushed past you but the small room was empty.

“Clear.” You entered, taking in the shadowy surroundings.

“I thought this moon was settlement free?” You asked, sliding your blaster back into the holster.

“Well it is, Snap did a life sign scan and none of them came back with a species that could have built this.” You looked around noticing the thick layer of dust that covered the surfaces, the flora that had worked its way through the cracks in the wooden structure. “Look at this.” You went to stand next to Poe, he gently swiped dust off the old radio to reveal the worn Rebel sign on the top.

“A little Rebel hideout.” You mumurmed turning over the depleted fuel cells. A small bed was set against the other wall and a crate which you crouched down next to.

“We shouldn’t open that.” You looked up at Poe and smirked.

“Commander Dameron, are you afraid of what I’ll find?”

“No, I just don’t think we should disturb anything else.”

“There might be something useful in here?” He sighed and crouched down next to you.

“What could be in here that we wouldn’t already have back on base? Let’s leave it in case we need it one day.”

“Fine. But you’re ruining my fun.”

“Isn’t that my job as your Commander?” He asked cockily, the crooked smile you loved so much appeared and you pushed away from the crate. Your heart thudded loudly as you turned away wanting to head back to the squad but his hand caught your arm. “Are you going to tell me what’s bothering you?”

“Poe…” his hand slowly drifted up your bare arm, your eyes closed tightly as goosebumps erupted all over your skin.

“Because something is upsetting you…” he whispered. He was right behind you, his breath ghosted over the back of your neck and you could feel his chest rise with each breath. “Please talk to me.” You didn’t miss the desperate, pleading tone to his voice and it made you turn around, his hand still touching your arm as his eyes roamed over your face.

“I don’t know where to start,” you murmured, highly aware of his closeness in the dark room. The scent of him clouded the air around you, filling you everytime you inhaled, his questioning gaze drew your attention and it wasn’t until his nose bumped yours that you realised he’d leaned into you.

“Start at the beginning,” he whispered. His lips brushed yours and every fibre in your body was screaming at you to reciprocate his advance but you didn’t. You stepped back, pulling your arm from his grip and hugging yourself.

“No.” You heard him sigh in the darkness and you imagined the way his shoulders would slump in defeat. “I can’t do this Poe. We can’t.”

“You must know.” He stated simply.

“Know?”

“How I feel about you.” This couldn’t be happening. You felt your chest constrict at his words, you had no idea he returned your feelings. “If you don’t feel the same…”

“But I do.” You interrupted him.

“You do?” He sounded so hopeful and it hurt you that everything you’d ever wanted was here before you, but you couldn’t take it. You stood in the doorway listening to the sea gently lapping at the sand, stars littered the wide expanse of the sky reflecting in the ever moving water below. It was beautiful, breathtaking but you didn’t see it as tears filled your eyes. You flinched when he came up behind you again, his hands either side of you, rubbing your arms. He tried to turn you round but you stood your ground. “What’s wrong?” He asked, his voice loud in your ear.

“We can’t!” You choked against the rising emotion in your throat. Now he did spin you, putting more effort into his motions, his hands firm on your face as he cupped your cheeks.

“We can….I don’t see what’s holding you back if…if we feel the same.” You smiled sadly and unfolded your arms to run a hand against his face. He leaned into your touch, his eyes closing in bliss as he turned and kissed your palm.

“I’m sorry Poe. When we get back to base I’m going to request a transfer.” He stilled, his fingers flexing slightly against your skin as he processed what you had just said.

“What…why?” You held in a sob, your lips trembling as the tears finally spilled down your face.

“I can’t—I can’t go on missions with you feeling like this, I’m going to make a mistake, if you get killed I wouldn’t be able to come back from that.”

“But having you halfway across the Galaxy….” He started but you put your thumb over his lips.

“We can’t feel like this and fight the First Order together. It’s too risky.” His hands fell away and immediately you craved more of his touch, his expression fell into a blank mask and the atmosphere shifted noticeably.

“What about Snap and Kare?” He asked and you frowned.

“What about them?” He pulled away from you turning back to the small table that housed the radio, his fingers nudging the fuel cells slightly.

“Why do they get their happily ever after and we are denied?” You thought your chest was going to split open at the pain in his voice.

“I don’t know.”

“Yes you do. Because you are one denying us this.” You heard him move, his hands on you once again but this time so were his lips. The kiss was rushed and desperate as he walked you up against the wall with a thud, it was everything you had ever dreamed it would be. His mouth was soft and warm, his tongue licked deeply into your mouth and you moaned quietly. “Are you telling me we can’t do this…” he kissed you again. “And this,” he whispered as he trailed his lips down your jaw. “Because we are afraid to lose each other?”

“I…” you clenched your fists. You couldn’t concentrate with him on you like this, giving your body everything it had ever wanted. “I can’t think…”

“You don’t need to think…” he murmured into your neck as he pressed his body against you. “Damn baby you smell so good.”

“Poe.” Your hand buried into his curls as your body arched into him, he nipped at the top of your shoulder, his hands roaming up your back fisting in your top.

“Don’t leave,” his voice cracked. “Please don’t leave me, we can do this.” You rested your head against the wall with a sigh, both your bodies heaving in unison as he rested against you.

“If anything happened to you because you felt the need to save me I’d never forgive myself. I can’t, we can’t put ourselves through that.” You tugged his head up. “If I saw you in danger, I would jump to your rescue no hesitation, I would die for you Poe Dameron.”

“I can’t lose you,” he sobbed, his shoulders shaking. “I’ve kept these feelings so tightly boxed up for so long not knowing if you felt the same, but I saw the way you looked at me at the fire and I knew.” He paused and took a shaky breath to try and gain some control over his voice. “I just knew,” he breathed over your face. Placing more delicate kisses on your wet cheeks.

“Poe, you’re all I’ve ever wanted. It’s—it’s just the wrong time.”

“What if I’d said something earlier?” He asked urgently.

“No…”

“Would it be different? If I’d spoken up before you were in my squad?”

“Poe…”

“If I’d said nothing would you stay? Maybe we can forget this ever happened?”

“No. It wouldn’t have changed anything.” His face fell and he pressed it into your neck, his arms crushing you to him and you could feel it. The hurt that radiated from him because you felt the same.

“You’re all I want, it kills me I can’t have you,” he mumbled into you and you sniffed loudly. “Just let me love you, please?” More sobs wracked your body and the tears fell unchecked as you clutched him tightly.

“You have me, you have my heart, you always will. I just…please Poe this hurts!” You both stood there in the dark hut, listening to the quiet sounds of the beach, the soft rustle of the flora in the breeze, when he broke the stillness.

“I can’t change your mind can I?” He asked quietly. You shook your head, not trusting yourself to speak anymore because you could easily backtrack. You could so easily tell him you’d changed your mind but visions of him being shot out of the sky in front of your very eyes was a nightmare you didn’t want to live. He pulled away, refusing to make eye contact. His finger grabbed the chain around his neck and pulled it over his head, he pulled your open palm towards him and deposited the ring and chain in it.

“No Poe, this was your mother’s!”

“I know. And I was saving it for the woman I love. If you’re so set on leaving then you are going to take this,” he closed your fist tightly around it. “You either stay, or you take this and when the war is over I will find you.” His free hand slid round the side of your neck and he leaned forward to rest his forehead heavily against yours. “I promise. I will find you.” He kissed you, this time it was gentle and lingering until he broke off with a sob. His hand slowly left your skin and then suddenly he was gone, leaving you weeping against the wall of the hut, clutching the ring to your chest.

I promise. I will find you.

[notyourdayrdream]

Tan Hands and Tan Lines

Day Three, Side A: Ubiquitous

(read it here on AO3)

Nobody wants to spend their summer vacation working. But spending it with your two best friends wasn’t too bad. So when Mercedes told Rachel and Kurt that there were two openings at the retro fifties diner in downtown Lima, they jumped on the opportunity.

Diner in the Sky started out as a relatively slow job. It had just opened a few months ago and the word hadn’t gotten out to much of the city that it even existed. In those early days, Kurt and his friends spent the afternoons and nights singing through the empty store, twirling on black and white checkered floors. Finn and some of the other New Directions would stop by before the sunset and order milkshakes with fries. He and Rachel would not-so-mysteriously disappear for five or so minutes, and Kurt noticed the way Mercedes and Sam giggled around each other. He eventually cornered her during a graveyard shift, and she admitted that they had been dating in secret since prom. It took two days for Mercedes to win Kurt back, after buying him the new Marc Jacobs piece he had been dreaming about.

It was a cute job with even cuter outfits. Until July fourth came around.

The mayor of Lima stopped by that night and made a big show of it all, forever putting the little diner on the map. The appearance knocked out every ubiquitous fast food joint in town. It’s been packed every night since.

“I need a number five without onions!” Kurt hears Rachel scream into the kitchen, followed by the clanging of a few plates. She storms out a minute later, hair sticking to the sweat on her face.

“I hate this job,” she grumbles to him as she makes her way to another table of hungry customers.

Kurt leans his body weight against the counter. The metal is cool against his skin, a nice distraction from the oppressive summer heat. The bar isn’t nearly as packed tonight as the rest of the restaurant, mostly just little kids ordering heart attack inducing malts and ice cream cones. He’s adjusting the stupid rectangle shaped hat on his hat when he hears the door jingle at nine o’clock on the dot.

Blaine Anderson strolls into the diner with his little private smile, pulling his usual denim jacket off as he goes. He’s humming again, a pop song Kurt notices. Probably Katy Perry. He overheard Blaine tell Rachel she was his most listened to artist last week. Not that he was listening to hear if his name came up in conversation or anything like that. That would be crazy.

They meet eyes for a brief second, hazel to blue. Blaine grins before sliding onto one of the red leather barstools. “Hell again?” His cheeks are flushed pink, but Kurt blames it on the heat.

“Yeah,” Kurt replies, sounding breathier than usual. Blaine has a way of doing that to him. With his funny quirks and ability to make restaurant issued bowties sexy, the Dalton Academy junior has snuck his way into Kurt’s heart from the second he started working with him.

There’s a particularly loud crash in the corner of the building, followed by a baby screaming. Blaine takes a moment to sober himself, eyelashes fanning out on the apple of his cheeks. “I better get to work. I mean, I should get to work.” He’s flailing, adorably so. “I mean, I should check that out.” Blaine stumbles. The back of his neck is red as he walks away.

“Remind me again why you won’t ask him out?” Mercedes says with a poke to Kurt’s shoulder. Her hair is still intact, textured curls bouncing at her shoulders. The only way you’d know she had been working was the ketchup colored stains on her baby blue dress and apron. “He’s obviously into you.”

Kurt’s thought about it so many times, and the answer is that he doesn’t know. Competing schools wasn’t an excuse, it was summer. Besides, the Warblers had been so gracious in their loss at Regionals that they invited the New Directions over for coffee at the Lima Bean.

Truth is, he was scared. He’s never had a boyfriend, let alone asked a boy out or even told one they were handsome. This is still Ohio, and being out and proud has its consequences. He knows Blaine is gay at least, so his crushing isn’t creepy.

It sort of terrifies him to care about someone so deeply. When Blaine came in with red rimmed eyes after his fifteen minute break one night in the middle of June, Kurt sat with him as he ranted about how awful his dad was. He’s the only friend Kurt has that likes to watch old black and white movies for fun. Blaine makes him laugh so hard he cries, and everytime he brushes past Kurt during the busy nights, the spot tingles for until he gets home.

Kurt sighs. “I don’t know.” He rests his head against the edge of the soda machine. “Crushes are so damned difficult.” Mercedes hums in sympathy.

“It’ll work out, boo. Even if Rachel and I have to force the two of you to close together like last time.” He can feel her laugh beside him, and soon he’s laughing too. That was a good night.

“Kurt! ‘Cedes!” Rachel all but screams, turning a few heads. After knowing the girl for two years, he’s convinced she only has two settings: Loud and Louder.

Her face is bright pink and there’s a deep crease between her brows. She’s got her Business Face on. “What’re you two doing? This large party just came in, and you guys are just sitting here! A little help would be appreciated!” She huffs, pumps tapping against the floor as she walks to the back at a dizzying speed.

Kurt and Mercedes share an eye roll before going opposite ways. The party Rachel was talking about is huge, five adults and three kids under ten years old. After finding a table large enough so they’d all be comfortable, he pulls out a notepad and asks what drinks he can get them started with.

An older woman starts speaking in rapid fire Italian, gesturing to the rest of the group, who nod in return. Kurt instantly regrets taking up French instead of literally any other language.

“I’m so sorry,” he says, hoping they could understand. “I don’t understand what you’re saying.”

A younger man with a beard cocks his head and speaks in an incredibly thick accent. How a family of Italians decided to spend a summer in boring Ohio confuses him. “Could we get another waiter?” He stutters through the sentence, and Kurt feels bad to inconvenience them.

There’s a familiar tingle on his left shoulder. “I can help them,” Blaine whispers, side-stepping him to get closer to the table. He says something to the family, who grin back at him. He has that effect on people.

“You speak Italian?” Kurt hisses. This guy is just full of surprises.

Blaine puts his head down and smiles. He shrugs like everyone in America is fluent in the romantic language. “I spent a few summers in southern Italy with my grandmother when I was younger.” Because of course he did.

“Oh,” Kurt offers lamely. “Okay, well tell them I’m really sorry for any inconvenience.”

Blaine smirks at him and turns to the table. He says something to them, laughing afterwards. Kurt watches behind him, amazed at the way Blaine can make anyone feel so important. Not to mention Italian is such a hot language to hear coming out of his mouth.

A kid who can’t be above twelve pipes up, pointing back to Kurt. The rest of the family looks back at him too.

Kurt pulls at the edge of his crisp button down. They’re looking back and forth between him and Blaine, unnerving him beyond belief. He feels called out and exposed even though he has no idea what’s being said about him. So he just returns a wavering smile and turns to leave and prepares to never show his face again when he hears it.

Amore.

That stops him in his tracks. Love? Kurt’s no language expert, but the word is pretty universal in every one of them. He turns around to ask Blaine for a translation, but to his surprise he’s gone uncharacteristically silent.

Blaine eventually stammers through a reply, hands stuck stiffly at his sides. Kurt hears him murmur, “I’ll be back with your drinks,” before walking into the kitchen as fast as he can. He won’t make eye contact with Kurt the rest of the night.

Diner in the Sky closes at eleven every night, and it takes another thirty minutes on a good day to scrub stains from the tabletops and lock everything up. It’s Kurt’s night to close up. Usually either Rachel or Mercedes is on schedule to help him, but since his luck is just absolute shit, he has to clean up the place with Blaine.

Closing up is usually an intimate job. Just two people, the nostalgia of an old diner, and a jukebox. Depending on who you’re with, it’s either heaven or hell. Kurt’s not sure which one he’ll get tonight. The other two times he’s had to suffer through it with Blaine, it’s been fun. They dirtied dishes making vanilla shakes and doo-wopping along to the jukebox tunes.

Tonight feels like purgatory. Blaine avoids him at any cost. If Kurt goes to mop the kitchen floors, he goes to the front room, and vice versa. He won’t speak to him, or even acknowledge him when he accidentally sweeps Kurt’s feet. It’s fine at first, Kurt can handle the awkwardness. But eventually, it simmers to anger.

“Can I talk to you?” He calls after Blaine. He stops like a kid caught in the cookie jar, hand freezing on the light switch. He turns slowly, eyes as big as saucers.

“Yeah?”

Kurt glares at him for a moment before speaking. “Look, I don’t know what that family said to you, but it gives you no right to be so absolutely rude—”

“They said I looked like I loved you.” It comes out as if it pains him to say.

That sentence makes any anger Kurt has, flow out of him and into a pond on the floor. Love?

He scraps up any dignity he has left and smiles to himself. “Well, do you?”

“Do I what?” Blaine snaps, coming to sit on the stool next to him. His leg trembles on the floor. Kurt can recognize now the little tells he didn’t know he ever noticed; how Blaine presses his thumb and ring finger together when he’s especially nervous, the way his eyes seem to light up when he looks at him.

“Love me?” Kurt continues, heart threatening to beat out of his chest. He wants to hear him say it.

Blaine doesn’t answer, instead opting to bury his head into his hands. Kurt hears him mumble to himself. Something about not the right time and tan messed everything up. His stomach flip flops.

“So,” Kurt drags, tapping the edge of the metal counter. “Love, huh?”

“Shut up,” Blaine mutters. They sit in comfortable silence for a little, until the hum of Ella Fitzgerald fizzles off the record. Then, Kurt feels a warm, almost clammy hand on top of his. It’s enough of an answer for him.

[rreeaahh]

“Then I want to be sick forever” | Pansy Parkinson

pairing: pansy x reader

word count: 2,374 (unedited)

summary: even the prettiest faces have their scars, and sometimes the tears make it worst. but this time, the tears transformed into a kiss.

a/n: pansy deserved better and you can’t change my opinion.

warnings: eating disorder; smoking; swearing

Pansy Parkinson. A name known by the whole Hogwarts, worn by a black haired, quite short and most importantly, pureblood witch. Whether her name was said by a silly boy who couldn’t have her or an angry girl who couldn’t be her, Pansy continued to be the young ladylike girl her mother taught her to be. She would always smile with superiority and talk like she was better than anyone else because, in fact, she really was. She was from a wealthy and respected family, she was friend with a lot of students from families with connections and she had a thing going on with Draco Malfoy – they were the perfect pair for any Slytherin: both of them very beautiful, strong and – again – purebloods.

You, on the other hand, were a simple student – muggleborn, known by your housemates and a few other students you were friends with. The only thing you had in common with Pansy were some classes where you two were forced to stay in the same room. You didn’t really have a problem with Pansy, you just wanted to avoid her so you could also avoid her mean comments or the looks her friends would give you. She didn’t know you – not even your name – but that didn’t make her stop from making fun of you.

You filthy mudblood. Why are you looking like that? Imagining you’re one of us? I guess they don’t have decent clothes in the muggle world.

And the list could go on forever. Sometimes her words were affecting you, especially because of her the jokes about you came to life. Her friends weren’t so harsh – Draco would totally ignore you, being too busy with bullying Harry and his friends, and dear Merlin, Blaise sat besides you in Charms and he didn’t say a word; he even asked nicely for a quill and returned it at the end of the class – but as soon as she made a comment about your presence, they all started. You really wanted to ignore her, but from time to time you would find yourself crying until you would fall asleep because of her words. You did nothing to her.

But one day happened something that shocked you. Pansy arrived earlier than her friends to Potions and she sat at her table, starting to look over her notes.

“Why does she wear so much make-up?”, ask out of the sudden one of your friends, a Gryffindor girl who was just as pure as Pansy – maybe that gave her the nerve to make a comment out loud about the girl who wasn’t very far from you.

It was true that Pansy was wearing make-up everyday – dark lipstick and her eyes always highlighted by some black eyeshadow; but she was beautiful, the colors were just pointing out her features. Her pale skin was perfect and her black hair was always straightened – her whole face seemed to be painted by a skilled artist and you would be a fool to deny it.

“I’m not sure I’ve ever saw her without it, I think it’s a part of her face”, laughed a boy from your table, Gryffindor too.

You thought they wanted to keep the rivality between the houses, but when a Hufflepuff girl joined their little roast you started to have a weird feeling.

“Hey, Parkinson!”, shouted the Hufflepuff, getting her attention. “I think the circus left some weeks ago, they forgot you?”

“Very funny, Puffy”, came her answer quickly, “I think they also left their hippo behind, but maybe you can catch them up if you hurry.”

“Me?”, laughed the Hufflepuff again, “Hunny, you’re the one whose shirt is a little too tight”, and with that comment she made the entire table laugh. You started to feel a little uncomfortable with the hole conversation going on, but you just couldn’t say anything.

Draco Malfoy entered the Potions’ class followed by his friends and sat down besides Pansy, not even looking at her. He was too busy to talk with Theo about Merlin knows what. Blaise tried to start a conversation with the girl, but she was caught in her own thoughts.

“Draco”, you heard her whispering, but your tablemates heard her too.

“Pst, Pansy”, said the Gryffindor girl again, “I think your boyfriend is too busy thinking about some Mudblood Gryffindor to pay attention to you right now”, she laughed and her friends started to do so immediately after.

“Draco”, Pansy said again, this time louder, but she was interrupted by the sound of Snape’s fluttering robes.

“Not now, Pansy”, was the only answer she gained as the boy started to pay attention to Snape’s comments about how the hole class was full with incapable students, with some exceptions.

The class passed by like it usually did. When you got your head out of your notes, the Slytherin table was empty and a feeling of anxiety grew in your stomach, knowing that maybe they were waiting outside of the class to say mean things as you walk by them. But the corridor was empty, and that was the strangest thing ever.

***

Three days later, you were questioning your choices. You made a promise to yourself in your fourth year, but you demonstrated yourself again how useless are those stupid words said only in your head. You swore to never go in the Forbidden Forest with Luna to feed the Thestrals again because everytime you went you were always scared to death or slightly injured and this time wasn’t any different. While Luna was laughing and having a good time, feeding a baby Thestral – you couldn’t say if she was doing so, you saw nothing – you went to have a walk near the place where the blonde girl was. The forest was always a beautiful place, mysterious and dark even in afternoon, and it was calling for you to discover it. But the feeling of fear was calling louder than the forest, your mind playing tricks by making non-existent sounds in your head.

“Luna?”, you called her when you found yourself alone, even if you didn’t go too far from her. You screamed from the bottom of your lungs when you fell into a hollow, all your body hurting from the impact. Maybe you fell three feet or so but the falling felt like an eternity.

“What are you doing there, Y/N?”, asked Luna while looking down to you, from the place you were before falling.

“Just admiring the sky”, you said nonchalantly, “The clouds are beautiful today”, but all you could see were the trees, the tall and leafy trees.

Luna looked up too, smiling a little. “You’re right”, she agreed, “but I’m afraid we need to go back to the castle. Get up.”

You would to that if you could, but your ankle was hurting like hell and it was impossible for you to walk. Luna helped you to move, little by little, and by dinner time you were in the Hospital Wing, Madam Pomfrey looking at your swollen ankle.

“Why did you fell, Y/N?”, asked Luna who was standing at the left of your bed.

“Why did you went to the Forbidden Forest is a better question, Miss Lovegood”, said Madam Pomfrey with a little annoyance in her voice.

Luna shrugged and smiled to you. “These are some questions that will not be answered any time soon. See you tomorrow, Y/N, goodnight Madam Pomfrey”, and she left you alone.

Madam Pomfrey took care of your ankle and suggested to have a little rest in the Hospital Wing for that night, which was a good idea. You were exhausted so a good sleep seemed to be ideal.

But the voices that started to argue after an hour or two woke you up and didn’t let you to go back to sleep.

“I told you I’m fine, it wasn’t necessary to bring me here”, the anger in the girl’s voice was more than obvious.

“You nearly fainted when you got up from the couch, Pansy”, said the one and only Draco Malfoy to his girlfriend. “Blaise told me you didn’t eat in the last three days, what the fuck is wrong with you?”

You tried to see them from your bed, but all you saw was Draco’s back and Pansy’s bare feet.

“Wrong with me?”, she asked laughing. “If Blaise wouldn’t tell you that, you wouldn’t even know that I’m still your girlfriend.”

“Don’t start that bullshit again, Pansy”, warned her the boy and you saw his hand moving. Pansy got up and she was facing the angry platinum-haired boy. “You know that’s not true, do you?” You didn’t hear Pansy’s answer, but soon Draco called her a good girl. “You look sick”, he said before getting on his feet.

“I don’t wear make-up, dumb ass”, laughed slightly the girl. You could see Draco cupping her face with a hand and a smile grew on her pale lips.

“Then get better and put back on that pretty face of yours, ok?”, he asked and pulled away, taking her smile with him. “Night, Pansy”, were the last words he said before leaving her side. He looked at you with a blank face and left the room in silence. You looked back to Pansy and she gave you a dirty look.

“What are you looking at, Mudblood?”

“Nothing”, you simply said, “I just woke up.”

“I didn’t ask you anything, did I?”

And she laid back on her bed, her back facing you. Sighing, you did the same and tried to go back to sleep. But when your sleep was sweeter, the door of the Hospital Wing was slammed closed. Pansy’s bed was empty and by the dark outside of the window the time must have been around midnight. Some time went by and Pansy didn’t came back, so your curiosity made you leave the Hospital Wing as well, walking with a little difficulty because of your ankle. You walked on the empty and dark corridor hoping to don’t see Mrs. Norris or Filch on your way. Hearing sobbings near the Clock Tower, you struggled to go there.

Standind in the front of the big windows, only her cries and the ticking of the clock being heard, Pansy Parkinson was squatted near the wall, a little could of smoke leaving her direction.

“Why aren’t you on bed, Pansy?”, she seemed scared and wanted to hide the cigarette but relaxed a little when she saw you.

“What the fuck are you doing here?”

“I asked first”, you returned the reply to her as you came closer. You sat down next to her and looked outside to the courtyard and then looked at her hand, pale and veiny, holding between her trembling fingers with painted nails the cigarette.

After firing another smoke she held out the cigarette to you and you took it a little confused.

“I didn’t know you smoke”, you told her.

“I didn’t care if you smoke or not but still gave it to you.”

You laughed and inhaled the toxic smoke.

“Yeah, you’re right”, you mumbled and gave it back to her.

You two sat in silence, smoking the cigarette together and after that one Pansy pulled out of her hoodie a packet nearly empty, handing you another one.

“I stole it from my father”, she told you like she could read your mind, knowing that was your next question. “My parents would kill me if they would see my right now.”

“They don’t want you to smoke?”, you asked even if the answer was obvious.

“They don’t want me to talk to Mudbloods”, she said smiling at you, but it wasn’t the mean smile she always gave you. It was a sad one.

“You’re parents are assholes.”

“Yes, they are”, laughed the witch again and suddenly you felt good with her. Maybe she wasn’t so bad after all. “The worst part is that they want me to be like them”, she continued while smoking.

“So you don’t want to be such a bitch?”, you laughed but she didn’t find your comment as funny as you did. “Sorry, I…”, you started but she laughed with anger.

“So you think you’re better than me? You’re just as bad as I am, Mudblood.”

You didn’t say anything in return.

“Why didn’t you eat, Pansy?”, you asked without looking at her. A part of you was scared by her possible reaction but a part of you felt bad for her. She was even paler than normally and her body seemed to be weaker, like she couldn’t support her weight.

“I don’t need to eat”, she simply said, “I ate before and it didn’t give me anything nice.”

“You need to eat, Pansy”, you spoke softly, suddenly concerned about her condition.

“No, I need to be pretty”, she said lighting another cigarette. “You heard Draco, I look sick, I need my pretty face back on.”

When you looked at her you saw tears running down on her face again.

“My mother is right, I need to be pretty or I’ll be worthless”, she said looking front.

“Pansy…”

“What happened to your ankle?”, she asked out of the sudden like she really cared, but she wanted to change the subject.

“Pansy, you’re not worthless”, you told her ignoring her question.

“I’m sick”, she said crying even harder. “You don’t know how it feels to be just a pretty face, good only to carry on that stupid line of purity. If I’m not beautiful, I’m sick! If I don’t have my make-up on, I’m sick!”

You cupped her face, wiping her tears away. “You’re beautiful without your make-up on, Pansy”, you whispered, your voice cracking at her pain. “You’re beautiful even if you’re sick.”

“What?”, she asked looking into your eyes. Her full lips were trembling as she wanted to say something.

“You’re beautiful even if you’re sick”, you repeated and then made the craziest shit you did in your entire life: you kissed Pansy Parkinson.

The kiss was soft, innocent and salty from her tears, but when she didn’t answer your actions, you pulled away.

“Then I want to be sick forever”, she told you before cupping your face in her tiny hands and crashing your lips together.

[kimhargreeves]

Won't Say I'm In Love-Jello Biafra x Reader

Summary: You're friends with the members of the Dead Kennedy's but have always has feelings for their lead vocalist. Thing is your afraid to fall in love again since guys always dump you when you're bored, will this relationship be any different?

I've been known from around the punk scene. In fact, I have plenty of friends from punk bands and the normal people, their fans. They contact me to find them gigs around the city and in exchange we hang around and I get paid. Many of my friends who aren't famous, sneak into concerts because of my help and I wouldn't want to change my life.

Thing is I've been played before, too many times that I've lost count.

Today I was organizing another event and making sure the place was big enough for a large crowd. The Dead Kennedy's are playing tonight and tickets were already sold out.

I was walking around making sure everything was going as planned, "Hello there stranger." A male voice sounded nearby.

I stopped walking and looked up on stage and saw the lead vocalist smirking at me. His hair all over the place as always and was wearing a jacket with dark brown pants and black boots.

"Nice to see you again, Eric." I said using his real name instead of his stage one.

He jumped down out if the stage and was now face to face with me. "It's been a while since I've seen you, how've you been?"

Eric always has the biggest smile when he's around me, out of everyone I've met he's the nicest guy around and he's always treating me nicely.

"Same old thing as always, ready for tonight's show?"

I could get lost listening to his stories from his life or how the band kept on getting controversial with almost anything they'd do. I always have fun with the many bands I've been with but the Dead Kennedy's are special to me.

"Ready as always, we should all hang out tonight at the nearest bar."

That only brings bad luck to me. "I'll think about it."

"Come on! I haven't seen you in forever." He isn't wrong there. Eric and I met back then when I was working at a record store to save up a trip to the U.K.

"Alright but I'll just have on drink." I warn him with a laugh and he smiles.

"Alright! Can't wait for tonight. Well, I'll go my work and you do yours." He says and messes my already messy hair.

I laugh and swap his hand away. "See you tonight."

I'm actually nervous for many things, but blame myself for the many thoughts running through my head. Okay, I'll try and be professional like I swore I'd be. Not only have a gained a good reputation, but I've always gained one where I sleep with almost every band I've met with.

It happened with Joe Strummer, John Lydon, Glenn Danzig and many others which I'm sure almost everyone knows. I fall in love way too easily and always get tossed when I'm no longer of use.

I sure hope tonight doesn't end up the same as other nights.

************

The band ended up with their "Kill The Poor" song and the crowd as always went wild and wanted more but unfortunately it was the last sing of the night.

Klaus, Raymond and Peligro were sitting nearby to us, drinking the night away when we made it to the nearest bar. Many people recognized or follow us in here so the place was full.

"So? Any luck on finding a girl?" I tease as I played with my drink.

"Now that you mention I did find a nice girl who's been after me." I nod along pretending to be interested and happy in that topic.

Eric hasn't been much in dating tons of girls like I have with guys, which makes us completely different people and not compatible.

Everytime I get ahead of myself when I'm introduced to members of a band and with the Dead Kennedy's it was no different. First time I met them or should I say Eric, I had different thoughts than just being professional, I mean for god's sake how couldn't I when he was barely dressed

"She's a nice girl, but she isn't you (Y/N)." I stopped playing with my drink and looked into his dark brown eyes. My mouth nearly fell open, I reacted quickly and covered my face with my hands.

"Eric don't go there..." I mutter and continue hiding my face.

I felt his hands on mine and slowly lowered mine so he'd look at me. "I'm serious, (Y/N)!"

"You've heard those rumors about me, they are true okay?! I can't help but be that person a-and I always get dumped when guys are sick of me. It's happened with many. Don't tell me you're okay with dating someone like me."

It hurts to say it but it's true. Eric stops smoking and placed his drink down along with it and he doesn't hesitate to tell me his answer.

"Those things don't matter to me. So what if you've been with other guys? I'm not like them and I would never abandon you. Now, let's get the hell out of here and have a proper date, you deserve someone better so I'm gonna prove it to you."

Eric stands up from his chair and offers his hand for me to grab. "You already have, there's no need for you to show me more of your kindness."

I take his hand and stood close to him. "We'll have a nice lunch, buy you some nice clothes and maybe have a nice time in bed."

He smirks and laughs at my not so happy reaction. "I'm kidding! Though the idea does sound nice, but I'm a proper gentleman so I'll wait."

I blush as I leaned forward and hugged him. "Maybe we can make an exception this time." I tease him this time and quickly leaned up to kiss him.

"Let's have that date then." Eric kissed me again and took my hand this time. "I know the best place that serves your favorite meal, after that I'll take you to one of my favorite stores and I'm going to spoil you with gifts."

"You sure? I don't want you to waste any money on me."

We stopped when we noticed a few news reporters and paparrazi outside, wanting to ask the band a few questions on why they've become such a controversial band and the same questions they always do.

Eric held onto my hand right and together we began to run away from them and laugh when they couldn't catch up with us. I have a feeling I'll be truly happy now.

[star-killer-md]

omg the #12 kiss prompt with Clyde 🥺 sneaking away with him because maybe he’s shy but really wants to kiss you or vice versa idk idk im so soft for clyde

Hey there lovely! Thank you so much for requesting more of our soft country boy 🥺I will never get tired of him. Also, it’s been getting colder where I’m at and I’m so READY for FALL. Anyway, this is also heavily inspired by all these rps from @killersmileclyde who keeps talkin’ about his delicious spiked apple cider Duck Tape is servin’ now so have some fun fall themed fluffly Clyde. I promise whatever I write next for this man will be much more depraved cause I need to keep my reputation up ya know? Anyway, hope you enjoy!💖

Prompt: #12 Sneaking away to a hidden corner to share a secretive kiss

Warnings: none, like I think this is the first time I’ve written no warnings, maybe that is a warning, idk it’s soft and I’m soft and yeah. Also there’s pining cause I just had to slip that in 

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He’d been shooting you glances all evening. 

Well, to be more specific, he’d been shooting you glances every evening for the past few months. Ever since you came back to town, gave up your old life for something simpler. The backwoods of West Virginia felt familiar in a way nothing else ever had.

Except for maybe Clyde Logan. 

He filled your chest with some sort of warm flannel in a snowstorm type heat that you’d never felt before. Made you realize just how cold the people you used to surround yourself with were. His voice was more satisfying than the sound of leaves crunching under boots heels, and his eyes looked so pretty reflecting the crackling light of the bonfire. 

You were glad he came. Thought he might not with the way he clammed up when you invited him. It was a sizable gathering, and Clyde wasn’t really one for crowds—you’d picked that up quickly enough, teased him for it too, what with him being a bartender and all. But when Jimmy had gotten wind of the little campfire, start of fall get together you had planned, he promised you the Logans wouldn’t miss it for the world (as long as there were free drinks provided of course). 

And so the Logans did grace your crackling, leaf-covered backyard, Jimmy helping to stack wood up and get a good blaze going while you and Clyde mixed ungodly amounts of apple cider in a stockpot on the stove, filling your tiny kitchen with the scent of clove and cinnamon and spiced rum. It was really getting into the swing of autumn, so the days ended early now, leaving the party blanketed in soft, golden hour light, fading quickly into a hazy dusk. 

A while ago, Clyde had given you one of his coats, manifesting it miraculously from somewhere in his truck and tucking it over your shoulders. He said something about how he “wasn’t gonna have ya freezin’ out here” despite the raging fire not too far away. 

But you weren’t going to complain. The fabric smelled pleasantly like woodsmoke and earth and whatever delicious brand of cologne Clyde used. You most certainly cut a comical figure, drowning in the coat that fell past your thighs and swallowed your arms completely, but it was well worth it with the way Clyde’s pupils went wide and looked you up and down whenever he thought you wouldn’t notice. 

Everytime you caught his eye you felt your heart throb in every muscle, some type of strange, full body longing. The coat was nice—the yearning glances and soft, accidental brushes of your hands were all incredibly heart wrenching—but you were tired of the nameless feelings you shared. It was autumn afterall, the season of witchcraft.  And names were powerful, names were magic and made things real. 

And you were lookin’ to make whatever it was between the two of you a reality. 

You spotted Clyde by the tailgate of his truck where you had set up the tumblers of warm, spiked cider. He set down the half-full, tin mug in his hands when you sauntered up, hands buried in the massive pockets of his coat. 

“Hey there darlin’,” —Christ, you loved when he called you that— “not too cold right?”

You smiled and shook your head. Behind you, the fire cracked and spit, casting shadows on Clyde’s painfully handsome face. The sight of him made you shiver. 

Must be magic. 

“Course not,” you replied softly. 

“I reckon ya look much better in that than me,” Clyde chuckled and caught the edge of your collar and rubbed it between his fingers. 

You let your head come down to rest on his hand, feeling the chill of it against your cheeks. He was softer than you expected. The look he gave you was not. It was wanting and not knowing and hard and meant something. 

He caught his pretty pink bottom lip between those crooked teeth—the ones you could write songs about—and stared down at the space where your skin touched. You needed to know what he tasted like, and the party was far enough away that no one would notice if you happened to slip away for just a minute, or a few more, or forever— 

So, for once, you didn’t glance away or turn your back or try and convince yourself he was looking some infinitely more beautiful thing behind you, that it wasn’t your soul he was starin’ into. And you reached up, feeling the way he hand engulfed your fingers, then your palm until it had disappeared completely, and you listened to the little hitch in his breath and the shake in his voice when he spoke. 

“Watcha doin’ there, sweetheart?” he asked, whispered really as if it was a precious secret. 

You shook your head again, eyes never leaving him, “Come with me?”

And Clyde let you pull him gently by the hand, all the way to the big oak on the edge of the yard. It’s branches were old and long and hid you from the firelight and the wandering gaze of partygoers. You turned and reached for his other hand, and he let you hold it, the cool metal stinging the skin of your wrist but you didn’t let go. Would never let go of Clyde now that you had him. 

He looked like he wanted to say something, looked like he wanted to say a million somethings, like there was so much stuck in his throat as you let him cage you against the tree trunk and felt the bark catch on your clothes. You brought both his hands to your waist, pressed them into you under his coat that slipped from your shoulders. 

Clyde groaned softly when his thumb brushed a patch of bare skin and you almost choked at the look on his face. Brows furrowed, teeth worrying his lip and so unbelieving. 

It hurt, that look, made your chest tight. 

Of all the looks Clyde Logan had given you, that was what did it. 

His lips were so soft, just like you knew they’d be, and you had to wrench your head all the way back to reach them but it was worth it. You could taste the rum and cinnamon still lingering in his mouth from the cider when you licked past his teeth. 

Clyde gasped into you, going still for a second, before his flesh and blood hand was snaking up to tangle in your hair and thumb at your wind-bitten cheek and his tongue was slipping into your mouth to taste you, finally taste you. 

The air was cold and made Clyde feel so much warmer, the spices tasting exponentially better from his mouth. You mapped every ridge of those lovely teeth and wrapped your arms tight around his neck, getting lost in the feeling of how solid and strong and real he was. 

It was breathless and lovely and magic. 

When you pulled away, Clyde dropping you back down from the tips of your toes, he was smiling down at you. This big, little kid with a lollipop grin that split his face and shone down on you brighter than the fire. 

And of all the looks Clyde Logan had given you, that one made your heart shake against your ribs and turned your center of gravity. 

That one changed everything. 

[baka-monarch]

About the "You wanna find out about me" post; can I ask for a 26?

‼️Anon

26. Best thing that has ever happened to you?

Hmmmmmmm- that's a tough one, there's two things I could pick from I guess.....

Before I was in middle school (I'm about to be a senior in highschool now to put this in perspective), I thought the internet was the dumbest thing in exsitance. I heard about teenagers on their phones, and this dumb YouTube thing that I didn't understand why people would like because there was nothing entertaining on there...... But I was also lonely. I have a parent who is very controlling, who raised me to think that any decision I make is a bad one so I learned at a very young age that I should always do what someone else wants to do, that I should always act how someone else wants me to act, and that I should only even talk if someone else talks to me. In elementary school I wasn't creative, I was no where near creative because I was scared I would get in trouble if I created. She was abusive (both because she gaslighted me as a child, but I was someone who was spanked growing up, which wasn't fun). I'm saying all of this to explain why this event in my life is something that I believe is one of the best things to happen to me....

Because I'm sixth grade something happened that changed all of that. One day, I came home from school, and like always I sat down on the couch and zoned out completely (no thoughts or emotions, I just sat there and did nothing) while waiting for something else to put something on the tv. It ended up being my little brother, and when I saw him turning on his Xbox I prepared myself to be told to play with him (by him- this was at my mom's house, I have more freedom over there since it's my stepmom that did all the gaslighting) in a game, and I knew if I started doing well I'd have to loose (I recently found out that if someone gets mad at me for beating then in a game I actually start to subconsciously do worse on purpose, I actually even look for openings to purposely mess up and I finally noticed recently that I was doing it). Instead my brother turned on this YouTuber caller Mr. Stampycay, well, his yt name is stampylongnose, but I always called him the other name.

I was amazed. I don't know what happened, but, as I watched I just became so engrossed, I fell in love with what I was watching and for the first time in a long time I felt actually happy and- I wanted that, I wanted to play this Minecraft game where I realized that I would never have to worry about needing to be like what everyone else wanted me to be like, and the idea of that made me so happy. That night I watched him some more instead of sleeping, then later that year I started watching some other YouTubers too......

But the thing is, I would not be here today without seeing that one YouTube video. Weather it be because my depression got the better of me, or because without it I never would have started exploring the internet and I never would have figured out that I was not mentally healthy and I would never have ever gotten a social media account and made the headcannons you guys love so much

That's why I'm so happy whenever you all like something I've made. I want to do what YouTubers did for me, I want to give people something to make them feel better and to help them to not have to worry about their problems for just a moment.... But also because, well, you guys are also showing that you like me for me, I act more like myself online then I do irl, so if none of you hate me yet then.... That's gotta mean something- and I absolutely love all of you, like, I know that I want to do YouTube and go into it fully so I might not be posting headcannons forever, but I do love everyone on this blog because all of you are so amazing, and everytime I see someone make their own blog I smile because then they get to make amazing things and I get to see that and I'm so fucking proud of them

For the second thing I now realize it probably doesn't count after everything I just said- but I sent a letter to Scott Cawthon once and he sent me a letter back with a box full of merch