#at least a couple of them are silly goofy enough you don’t feel like it’s a total waste of time

[talesfromthecrypts]

The Hellraiser sequels after 2 are just sending a straight man to do a gay man’s job. A complete misunderstanding of the material

[violetsaffron5]

NSFW Gojo Week (5)

Ao3 • Discord 18+ • Social Media • Series Masterlists

Pairing: Gojo x f!Reader

Gojo maybe, kinda, sorta got hit with a sex curse technique on purpose and he can't stop thinking about one thing.

cw: sex pollen/curse, breeding, cum play, vaginal sex, spit kink, creampie, this one is just kinda silly goofy

words: 2.4k

Masterlist • Day 4 • Day 6

“Hey, baby…”

“Hey, Satoru… You okay? What’s up?”

You can hear hesitancy in his voice through the other line of the phone, which isn’t normal, to say the least.

“Um. I kinda fucked up at work today.”

Okay. That’s not unusual.

“Oh. Yaga making you work overtime or something?”

“No, not exactly. Can you just… come home as soon as possible?” You’re able to make out some rustling in the background but are unable to tell exactly what it is.

“Home?”

“Yeah.”

“Uh, okay. I’ll… be there soon, I guess.”

In all the years that you’ve been together, that you’ve just known him, it’s not uncommon for him to do something to piss Yaga off and be forced to pick up extra missions as punishment. But for him to be sent home?

It had to have been bad.

You’re racking your brain but unable to come up with something bad enough that he would do that this would happen. Did they fire him? Could they fire him?

If that��s the case, then there’s a good chance Satoru isn’t taking the news well. He loves his students and has a great passion for teaching them, so you’re really not sure what kind of mess you’re about to walk into.

When you step into your shared apartment everything is clean like usual. Looking around the kitchen and living room, nothing is amiss. The only thing you can hear is music coming from down the hall.

As you make your way toward the bedroom, you’re able to make out the distinct sounds of Satoru panting and grunting, and you’re really unsure of what’s going on at this point.

“Satoru? What’s going on in her-”

You blink several times, not expecting to walk in on this.

He’s standing in front of the full-length mirror next to the dresser, wearing nothing but his socks, muscles rippling, with his palm gripped around his hard cock watching as he strokes himself.

His eyes catch yours and he gives you a lopsided grin, slicking back his sweat-covered bangs, “Oh. Hey.”

You don’t mean to, you really don’t, but you can’t help but laugh at what you’ve just walked in on, “Were you just… in the mirror?”

Finally, you take a moment to look around the bedroom only to notice it’s a wreck. His clothes are strewn all over, a couple of energy drinks sit on the nightstand next to his side of the bed, and there are bottles - bottles - of lube on the dresser next to where he’s standing.

He watches you with a serious expression as he strides over to you, “I can’t stop thinking about you.”

You smile at his words, trying your absolute best to not continue laughing, “Oh, yeah?”

“Yeah.” He breathes, cupping your face as he places several soft, sensual kisses on your lips. You can feel the way he’s rocking his hips into you, trying to get more stimulation.

“What’s got you all hot and bothered?” You ask as he moves to nibble your ear. Satoru has always smelled good, but right now, despite the sheen of sweat covering his body, he smells like vanilla and warmth and it’s making it incredibly hard to resist him.

“I just…” His eyes trail down to your stomach, hands on your waist, thumbs pressing small circles on your stomach, “I just really wanna fuckin’ breed you.”

Your eyes grow wide at his words. This isn’t something you ever talked about seriously. The few times the topic has been brought up, he’s shut it down almost instantly expressing that he doesn’t want to have kids until he reaches his goal of resetting Jujutsu society.

“I’m sorry, what?”

“Yeah… I gotta… You’re gonna look so fucking good all big and round and full of me.”

It’s probably not a smart move, but you’ll entertain his exceptionally rampant, lustful thoughts for now. It’s not like you’ve ever really been able to resist his advances, always melting to his touch as soon as his lips press to yours.

When you grab the base of his cock, Satoru whimpers as you drag your hand slowly to the tip a few times while he slips his tongue into the warmth of your mouth.

And then he moans with furrowed brows. And you know that moan, along with the familiar wet, stickiness that’s been released in the palm of your hand.

“Satoru… did you just…” You look down and sure enough, the evidence of his release is in your fist.

“Fuck, you’re so pretty.”

His eyes bore into yours when he brings your hand to his lips and licks his cum off, eyes slowly turning more black than blue with lust.

Your mouth is agape as you watch him, utter confusion written on your face, especially as he places your hand back on his cock.

“Why are you still-”

Hard.

Sure, Satoru can go like a fucking racehorse. There have been plenty of times when the two of you have stayed up all night and day rolling between the sheets. But even this is unusual for him.

“Mm. You should strip for me,” He decides, moving to sit at the edge of the bed with hopeful eyes, stroking his cock in anticipation. 

If you didn’t know any better, you’d think he’s having some sort of incredibly horny manic episode.

Folding your arms over your chest, you watch him seriously, skeptically, “Not until you tell me what’s going on.”

He sighs, trilling his lips while rolling his eyes. He knows you’re not going to give in until he tells you.

“I-” He waves his hand in front of his face, “Got hit with this curse technique.”

“Ok. I’m guessing it was a sex technique, right?” He nods, “How did this happen?”

It’s not uncommon for sex curses to appear since so many people have so many varied feelings about the physical act. What’s not common is Satoru being affected due to his Infinity.

“I was curious what it would be like, and now I just really need you to fuck it out of me. Please.”

He’s never been one to beg but your stoic demeanor diminishes as soon as he pouts because quite honestly, he looks so fucking good when he strokes his cock.

And you know he feels even better.

His cock is longer and harder than you’ve ever seen it. His dick has always been so pretty but right now the tip is red and angry, leaking precum that he’s spreading with his thumb down the length of his cock.

Biting your lip, you slowly unbutton your uniform top, letting it fall to the floor. Satoru sucks in a deep breath as he looks at your chest, humming when he sees the lacy bra you wore today. After undoing your belt, you remove your bra before gently squeezing your breasts as you shimmy your hips, letting your skirt fall to your ankles.

You leave your heels on, because you know he likes that. He has a goofy grin on his face with half-lidded eyes as you step towards him before turning around and over, giving him a view of your cunt as you remove your panties before discarding them with the rest of the clothes on the floor.

Placing your hand on his chest, you go to push him back on the bed, but he’s not going to give you control, not tonight. You already knew that.

Grabbing your wrist and pinning it over your head, he pushes you into the mattress. When he grabs the base of your neck you gasp, giving him the opportunity to grin, showing off his perfect, pearly white teeth before letting a trail of saliva fall into your mouth.

You fucking love it when he’s rough like this.

He usually is, but you know he holds back, trying not to hurt you. But when he gets so aroused that he can’t help himself, can barely think straight? You have the time of your life.

There’s a neediness already blossoming in the pit of your stomach, breaths falling faster as he slowly ghosts his fingers over your skin, feeling every dip and curve you have to offer him.

He’s drinking you in like water he hasn’t had in decades, that you’re a decadent meal that he’s about to devour.

The thought sends a jolt straight to your core.

He parts your legs, nestling himself between them easily as he crashes his lips to yours in a series of searing hot kisses, tugging on your lower lip greedily when he pulls away.

You roll your hips against him, seeking friction when he presses his hips to your core, moaning wantonly into his mouth.

“Always so wet for me baby,” He praises, adjusting himself so his cock sits at your entrance before easily slipping between your folds. “Gonna - oh god - gonna make you a mommy. You want that baby? Yeah, I know you do. Been asking me about it forever.”

He’s babbling, already losing himself in you and it feels like he’s legitimately trying to split you in half with how he doesn’t give you any time to adjust before he’s slamming his hips into you at an unbelievable pace.

Skin slapping and lewd squelching fill the room as he sits back, watching where you’re connected. His cheeks are pink, across the bridge of his nose and to the tips of his ears. Placing a hand on your stomach, feeling the bulge from his cock, he’s mesmerized watching as it disappears inside you.

“Sit up.” He commands, so you do on your elbows as you watch him spit where you’re connected before staring at you intently, waiting for you to do the same.

He moans when you do, watching the way all your fluids mix together as he continues to fuck into you with reckless abandon.

Satoru hits that spot inside you repeatedly, the one that has your toes curling and gasping as you grab onto his shoulder as your legs tense and your face contorts in pleasure.

A wave of ecstasy rolls through you as you scream out his name over and over again.

“Fuck, you’re so tight baby, you’re gonna make me-” He groans kissing the junction between your neck and shoulder, “I’m gonna-”

His body tenses as warmth fills your insides, eyes wide as he hisses like he’s in pain before scrambling off the bed. You watch in horror as he moves out of you and off the bed faster than you’ve ever seen before.

“What- Are you okay?”

“Cramp. Got a cramp in my leg.”

You laugh, throwing your head back and resting while he takes care of his little issue.

“Stop laughing.” His voice is serious, causing you to sit back up on your elbows and look at him. “Stop laughing while I’m-” He gestures to his length.

You didn’t think it was possible to bruise his ego, especially when it comes to sex because he’s just so damn good at it. But being affected by the curse, he’s got to have an influx of so many emotions running through him that he’s trying incredibly hard to not let you see.

Grabbing your ankle, Satoru flips you easily so you’re on all fours, facing the mirror next to the dresser, across from the bed. It’s disorienting when he does this, using his technique like that to get you into the position he wants. He knows it, you’ve told him. He still does it.

“Gonna knock you up. Fuck!” He groans as he enters you again from behind, hand gripping your hair at the scalp forcing you to watch in the mirror as he pistons his hips into you. “Everyone’s gonna know you’re mine. They already do, baby right? They know you’re mine?”

“Yes, yesyesyes,” is all you’re able to breathe out as you watch him in the mirror.

He looks so fucking good with parted lips, chest red and heaving as he pounds into you, the baby blues of his eyes are no longer visible, replaced by his black lust-filled pupils.

“Oh, shit. Oh, fuck-” He groans out, focusing on your cunt and the way it grips onto him, “Squeeze me like that again baby - oh yeah - just like that. Gonna- fuck - you gonna make me a daddy, baby?”

It’s all so much, so euphoric that there’s no way you’re able to hold back your impending orgasm; unable to help the way your thighs shake when the tip of his length kisses your cervix so deliciously you know it’ll ache in the morning. 

The moment Satoru drapes his body over yours, fingers drawing small tight circles on your clit is the moment the flames erupt, warmth and pleasure coursing through your veins as your walls spasm and constrict around his cock.

Satoru lets out a melodious moan as he cums, shoving his cock into you as far as possible, hips flush against yours until you can feel him in your throat, spilling into you with everything he has. 

There’s so much dripping out from between where you’re connected that his efforts to keep it all inside are fruitless. The view is absolutely obscene, cum mixed together and dripping onto the bed sheets below, the sounds are vulgar but it doesn’t stop him from fucking it deep and deeper inside, rolling his neck and head back through the hypersensitivity of his tip.

Eventually, he rolls you over onto your back, peppering your face and lips with little kisses, but there’s an unexpected wetness on his cheeks that causes you to knit your brows together and look at him.

“Are you… crying?”

“It just-” He takes a deep breath, licking a strip from your chest to jaw, “Felt so good.”

You’re sure he hates it, but you chuckle at the ridiculousness of all of this. This time though, he chooses to ignore it as he sucks several small lilac bruises on your neck, shoulder, and down to your tits.

“How has the curse not lifted yet?” You sigh, wiping your sweaty forehead with the back of your hand while Satoru positions his face between your legs, kissing your thighs several times, admiring the view.

“Oh, it did.” Your head snaps to his immediately curious about what he plans on doing, “I’ve just always wanted to know what we taste like together. Might as well do it now.”

You hiss as he runs his tongue between your hypersensitive folds, legs twitching around his head when he swirls his tongue on your clit.

“Good, huh?” He grins while slipping his tongue between your lips, letting you taste your mixed arousal on your tongue. He’s groaning, loving this as excess dribbles down your chin before he licks it off.

He gives a satisfied sigh, moving your hair out of your face and tucking it behind your ears before cradling you in his arms as you both drift off to sleep.

[rwbyremnants]

WARNINGS: fellatio

Getting back to business, I swear

=Chapter 5: Ruby

The next few training sessions went fantastically, as far as Ruby Rose was concerned. Not that she was thrilled about being naked all the time, or very nearly so, but little by little she was becoming comfortable with the idea. At least this was a setting in which it was acceptable to let it all hang out, which was better than the recurring dream she had as a child of going to class and realizing she was in her underwear.

And she was learning a lot. With their natural grace and poise born from years of various types of training, Pyrrha and Weiss were already getting better at the pole, almost enough to be ready for the stage. The rest of them looked more than a little silly when they attempted it; still, at least she and Blake didn't fall off it every time now. They had been taught a lot of fun moves that clients would consider sexy, poses they could maintain, how to smile and flirt without looking goofy and shattering the illusion that they desperately wanted to be with the audience. 

Then came the instructions more aligned to their specific body types. Since Ruby's package was nothing that impressive, just "cute" as Glynda, Cinder, and Sienna all seemed to agree, they reassured her that she didn't need to worry about whether or not she got hard. Instead, she learned a move they called The Meatspin; it involved shifting her hips around in the circle just the right way so that her flaccid length would helicopter. Their tutors taught all five of them that move, but spent more time training her and Weiss, since their erections wouldn't be nearly as much of a draw. She felt ridiculous spinning her dick around through the air in Glynda's unimpressed face, but by now all these insane things were starting to become routine.

Except for all of it. Ruby still couldn't help feeling like she was in an alternate dimension whenever she thought too hard about her new occupation, and how far removed it was from the picture she had in her head of her college experience. Little by little, that feeling became less intense but it refused to fade completely.

One afternoon, when they had just completed a few more successful rounds of dancing to the beat and gyrating, they were again approached - this time, by Cinder. Clearly, she had been sent there against her will, because she delivered the message with an irate sigh.

“Salem is ready for you now.”

“Ready for us to what?” Weiss asked almost instantly.

“To see her,” she continued through her teeth. “Why do you need everything spelled out for you?”

Still confused, they all barely stopped to grab water and head upstairs. They were dressed in identical unitards and clear stripper heels, to approximate what it would be like once they were on stage, but it also gave Ruby a weird feeling sharing a uniform with her friends. It was like they were attending a stripper version of Hogwarts or something. It was almost cool, but at the same time, really bizarre.

“Have fun,” Cinder bade them with a half-smirk as she thumbed toward the ominous-looking violet double-doors. The upstairs landing actually didn’t seem to have much besides just this single room, and a couple of much less important ones off to the sides; the lion’s share of the action was downstairs. 

“Kind of hoping we don’t have too much fun,” Blake muttered as she reached to knock on the door.

“Enter.”

The instant they walked inside, Ruby started to feel as if they had made a huge mistake. This was a bedroom. Granted, it was a fairly huge bedroom, with so much square footage it might as well have been a dining hall, and the king-size bed along the far wall behind an insubstantial dressing screen was dwarfed by the openness of the space, but a bedroom nonetheless. That was without the red-and-violet color scheme all too familiar to them from downstairs, the giant painting of a gorgeous woman - with an equally gorgeous erect penis that rivaled Pyrrha’s - and the stage complete with stripper pole in one corner. 

As if that really wasn’t enough, Salem stood there with naught but a black silk robe on that was even skimpier than the one she typically paraded around in, regarding them casually as the doors were pulled shut behind them. Her bare, pale feet sank easily into the plush white carpeting, pink as it looked thanks to the red-tinted lighting, and it was impossible not to see her decently-sized assets outlined almost obscenely well by the smooth material. This woman was more than comfortable in her vast space.

“I haven’t heard anything back about my offer in some time,” Salem said - with no preamble or cordial greeting of any kind. “But I had a sense about you five. Perhaps my instincts aren’t what they once were, but… I thought at least some of you may be intrigued. If not ready to begin immediately.”

Taking a deep breath, Weiss took it upon herself to speak for them. “We have decided to entertain the offer. No promises about going through with it, though.”

“Mm, that works for me.” She glanced around at the rest of them, then back at Weiss. “If you want to prove yourselves to me, and to get a little taste of what it might be like to be given this particular type of exhilarating, disgusting work, then I have an exercise in mind. It’s not as awful as you might fear - but might push you outside the boundaries of your comfort zone.”

“More training?” Yang groaned as she slumped slightly. “No offense, lady, but this shit’s pretty exhausting. Do we have to start today?”

“You do if you want to continue being considered for the extracurricular options. However, I’m prepared to offer you double the hourly wages I’m already paying you for dance training - under the table, naturally. Until the laws are more reasonable, there can be no paper trail for this venture.”

They all exchanged a glance. That almost sounded too good to be true - though Ruby knew Salem considered it an investment. In fact, even as she was thinking it… 

"That seems reasonable. You'll easily make up that cost when we're 'finished products' you can sell to your customers."

Salem turned to raise her eyebrows at Pyrrha. For a moment, she seemed to be trying to decide if she was trying to be critical or to wind her up, but the redhead's passive expression seemed to convey that she wasn't - at least, enough to save her from retaliation.

"Absolutely. And so few of my girls come this far only to quit after training that the investment is worth it far more often than not. However… no second chances. I bear no malice toward anyone who decides this isn't for them and wish them nothing but the best moving forward, but that isn't the same as forgetting and trying to train them all over again. You get one shot to prove you're Futopia material, for either trade we offer. Prove yourself unworthy, untrustworthy, or uninterested, and you're out."

Harsh as it sounded, they all nodded in acceptance of her terms. Salem did have a business to run, after all; it would be unreasonable to expect her to put up with a bunch of wishy-washy people trying to take her training money without offering anything in return. Then and there, Ruby told herself that she would at the very least give it a try, with at least one client. If it didn't work out, at least she would give their boss one customer’s payment.

"No one reconsidering?" When they stayed silent, the head dancer smirked devilishly at them. "Perfect. Now… take off those ridiculous unitards. I understand Glynda's thought process, but don't think you need them up here."

So they stripped. Even though they were supposed to be getting used to doing that, Ruby still found herself shielding her body from view automatically; she had always been a little shy in the boys' locker rooms. At least she now knew she had a good reason for feeling that way all along.

"Let's start with the basics," she told them as she paced back and forth in front of them, her hands clasped in the small of her back. Ruby couldn't help wondering if she had some kind of military background; the posture reminded her a lot of Winter. "You're about to be part of the world's oldest profession. This work is a lot easier than dancing in some ways, and a lot harder in others. Every client should leave here at least somewhat satisfied, if not completely - and if they aren't, it should be through no fault of our own. The goal for you girls is to remember your job, and execute that job to the best of your ability. It applies to dancing and goes double for hooking."

Ruby saw Weiss and Yang make faces at that last word. Blake seemed totally unaffected, and Pyrrha only looked a tiny bit sad. 

"Oh, you don't like that word? Let's call it… 'orgasm facilitator'. Or maybe 'intercourse specialist'. Whatever you have to tell yourselves, as long as you don't delude yourselves about what will be asked of you."

"No, of course not, ma'am," Weiss replied obediently. 

"Not 'ma'am'. You will address me as 'Salem' or 'Madam Salem'. Or 'Queen', if you're feeling extra subservient," she added with a dark smirk on her lips.

Then she stepped forward and reached out for the dancers. Ruby was scared for a moment that something truly crazy would happen, but all she did was turn them to look at each other. She ran out before she got to Ruby due to the odd number, so the older woman simply remained there with her hands on Ruby's shoulders.

"Before any of you ask, no, I have no interest in whether or not you've kissed someone before. You'll still need practice."

"Oh," Yang breathed in mild surprise. "You… want us to- like, with each other?"

Ruby wondered if Yang was so nervous about making out because she and Blake were best friends. Taking a quick glance over at them, she could tell Blake was just as nervous - if not moreso. This was going to be awkward for Weiss and Pyrrha, as well, but they didn't seem nearly as antsy about the prospect.

But after thinking about her friends first, Ruby couldn't help gulping when it finally hit her. Salem didn't look pleased, or disgusted, or excited; she was completely at ease with the idea that she was about to steal Ruby's first kiss.

'I guess she did say she doesn't care,' she thought to herself as she inspected Madam's lips. They weren't particularly inviting or plush, but they seemed soft enough, at least. Maybe this wouldn't be as scary as she couldn't help worrying it might be. All she had to do was keep remembering that this first kiss didn't count that much, since it was one she didn't choose; it was just for the job. They had to do this to make the kind of money they wanted to make.

"What… are we supposed to do, exactly, Madam?" Pyrrha asked in a mild, non-threatening tone.

"Get used to kissing. Most of these training exercises are designed to help you feel more comfortable with interactions the job will require, rather than teach you technique. But I will probably be showing you a few moves, as well."

Out of the corner of her eye, Ruby just barely caught a glimpse of her friends starting to move closer to each other. She would have been really curious to watch that happening-

If Salem wasn't doing the very same. Her stomach fluttered when this powerful woman slid her cool fingertips along the sides of her neck, gently pulling her closer until their noses touched. Her eyes were so dark and forbidding, ominous, yet intoxicating. Ruby wasn't really the type to get that caught up in how attractive someone's body might be, but she knew Salem was no slouch - and being this close to her, while this naked, only added to her anxiety.

"Relax," the woman ordered her in a quiet tone. "Are you lying about your age? You seem less… prepared for this than your friends are."

Ruby was quick to shake her head. "Nope, I'm an adult. Really! Just not a super grown-up one - haven’t ever kissed anybody, or had sex or any of this stuff. But at least I don’t think coffee is yucky anymore! Yang used to tease me about that a lot.”

When Salem took a long moment to simply glare at her, she started to think she had made a huge mistake. Not just with her words, but in thinking she could hack any of this in the first place; even the dancing didn’t come terribly easily to her. She braced herself for dismissal and having to hang her head in shame as she retreated from this den of sin.

‘Ohhh, here it comes,’ she thought as Salem leaned in… and pressed her lips close to Ruby’s ear. ‘Wait, what is she doing?’

“Don’t expect a lot of special treatment in here,” the older woman whispered, which made Ruby’s stomach flutter and her heart speed up. Was she into Salem?! No - it was just nerves. Had to be. “You should have known what you were signing up for. However… since I’m getting the sense that you wanted to join your friends and didn’t seriously consider the consequences, I’ll grant you this one small mercy.”

Gulping hard, she managed to whisper back, “Oh, I… thank you, Madam Salem. Wait - which mercy? Or who is Mercy?”

The woman let out a scoff. It sounded both amused and irritated to Ruby’s ears. Then she drew back and looked over toward the others. Grateful for the reprieve, Ruby followed her gaze and saw her friends were just barely pecking each other’s lips awkwardly; Pyrrha and Weiss were doing fine, but they still looked like they were posing for junior prom pictures rather than enjoying truly passionate embraces. Blake and Yang were more like little kids having to kiss their grandmas - despite the full blush on their cheeks.

“Alright, let’s switch partners,” their boss announced - and only then did Ruby begin to understand what she had been talking about. “You, with the white hair - is that dyed? Take my place with this mousy girl. Blondie, you’re with me.”

“O-oh, okay. Coming right to ya, Madam!”

“I can hardly wait.” 

This was so interesting to watch. Blake and Pyrrha merely exchanged awkward smiles as they edged toward each other. Yang was clearly intimidated, as all of them were by this powerhouse of a woman; still, she approached her without complaint as Ruby backed off, mouthing “thank you” to the madam, and earning her a brief wink in return. Maybe it wasn’t much, but Salem had let her out of wasting her first kiss with someone she barely knew. That seemed to lend a little weight to the claims that she really took care of her girls, despite her tough and dour mystique.

Of course, a few seconds later, she wasn’t so sure she was any better off.

“Oh, this is ridiculous,” Weiss complained under her breath as she came to a stop next to Ruby, arms folded over her slight chest. “Are we really going to be expected to kiss the customers? I’m still not even sure I want to… to sacrifice my virginity this way!”

Leading her a few feet away, Ruby whispered, “You never know, right? And I mean, I don’t really wanna kiss some sweaty stranger, either… maybe we don’t need the money this bad.”

“Mm. Well… I do,” she confessed with a sigh. “Still unsure if this is the way to get it, or if I’ll be able to live with myself afterward, but it’s certainly the fastest way. My father can keep his disgusting money.” She raised her hands to rest on Ruby’s shoulders. “Ready?”

“What? Oh! I, u-um… m-maybe, uh, maybe so. Are you?”

Weiss’s brows furrowed slightly. “Ruby, what is the matter with you? It’s only a kiss. Haven’t you ever kissed anyone before?” No answer. The rich girl gasped, “Oh! Wait, really?”

“Nope,” she confessed, her cheeks ruddier than ever. 

“My God, this is bad. And you had to give your first kiss to that old witch?” 

Ruby glanced over at Salem - but luckily, the woman was already drawing her sister’s mouth up toward her own. That made her feel funny, too - probably because she had come so close to that fate. At least Yang had more experience with things like this. 

“U-um, well, actually… we didn’t kiss. We switched because she could tell I was nervous.” 

“Really?” This was a different type of surprised tone from before. Weiss looked at their instructor again, then back at her friend. “That’s honestly quite shocking to me. I expected her to latch onto you with no forewarning, like a vampire.”

“Me, too. Maybe she’s not so bad?”

“Maybe. Wow.” Then she bit her lip for a moment. “So… does this mean, if we go through with this, I would be your first?”

“Yep! It’s, um… it’s better. At least I know you and like you and everything. Sorry you have to kiss me, though.”

Weiss scoffed as she drew her closer, pulling her by the waist this time. “Oh, it’s no big deal. Don't act like you're some kind of disgusting freak; I'm sure this will be acceptable.” 

Unlike her moment with Salem, who was partly clothed, Ruby felt a chill roll down her spine when her soft dick brushed past her friend’s. That made it more difficult to view this as ‘no big deal’ at all. “Is it? I m-mean, if you don’t want to-”

“We have to. And I don’t mind, for the same reason you stated; you’re an acquaintance, and in the same age demographic, at least - and cute besides. Much more preferable. Not that I minded doing that with Pyrrha! I’m speaking about, um, the Madam. I don’t think I would be nearly as comfortable.”

“At least we agree there,” Ruby giggled as they leaned closer. “It’s scary kissing somebody old enough to be a parent or whatever. Um… is this okay?”

“Maybe. I guess it has to be.” As their noses touched, Ruby couldn’t help holding her breath. “And I suppose you’re one of the cutest of all of us. So unfair, by the way.”

Ruby barely had enough time to raise her eyebrows and open her mouth to ask why it was unfair - when she felt Weiss’s mouth gracing her own.

Perfect. Even though Weiss hadn’t been exactly nice to her all the time, even though they hadn’t spent a whole lot of time exclusively in each other’s company before, this kiss was so tender, and gentle, and warm… and she melted into it, wrapping her arms loosely around Weiss’s shoulders. Her lips were soft and inviting, and her hair like silk, and her breath caressing over her face and neck filled her with a yearning she had never felt before. She liked this. She wanted more of this.

After a second or two, Weiss drew back to whisper shakily, “O-okay, so… so that didn’t go so badly. I was kind of… I didn’t- yeah.”

“Right? Like, it was fun! I… I didn’t know it would be fun. Well, I mean they say it will, but only with your one true love! Right? A-and you and me are just friends, so how was I supposed t-”

“She’s looking!” Weiss hissed before yanking her in again. “Quick!”

This kiss was a lot less gentle and tentative. Ruby could feel Weiss tilting her head, lips kneading at her own - parting to allow her tongue outward. Weiss was licking her lips! Was this a thing people normally did? She might have even liked it, but she just didn’t know what to think about it exactly.

But her heart didn’t need any convincing. Already, it was triphammering in her chest as she began to try to give as good as she got, sliding her tongue out to tease her friend’s. Even though it had been Weiss to try it first, she still felt the dainty socialite tense with surprise when the French kiss was returned… 

And heard her moan a little. This was getting serious; they were both into it now, even if Ruby still wasn’t completely sure what they were into. Just that she had found someone she was legitimately comfortable with - as long as she didn’t think too hard about how naked they were, or which parts were rubbing against which. Maybe Weiss wouldn’t feel the same when the moment had passed, but for the first time in a long while, Ruby actually imagined that she could like being intimate with another human being. Maybe even want to seek it out.

“Ruby,” Weiss breathed softly when their lips parted, one hand fisted in her shoulder-length locks by now. “Is… are you feeling… what I’m feeling?”

“I… I dunno. What are you feeling?”

“Like… I could keep doing that. For a while, and not be bored.” Had her pale cheeks ever been that red before? Not in Ruby’s memory. “You’re, um, an excellent kisser.”

That shocked her. “Really?! I thought I’d be dumb!” They both chuckled a little. “Well, thanks for teaching me how to do it, I had a good time.”

“Oh, I didn’t need to teach you anything. Your instincts are pretty sharp.” Weiss bit her lip, caressing along Ruby’s back - which was either an unconscious action, or Ruby was about to lose what was left of her tiny mind.  “Did you really… have a good time? With me? Honestly, I didn’t expect anyone to choose me first - unless they were into the vapid Paris Hilton type.”

Swallowing hard, she whispered, “I don’t think you’re like Paris. Well, I’ve never met her, and don’t know that much about her, anyway… but I think you’re like Weiss Schnee. And that’s somebody who’s not just pretty, but pretty cool.”

That earned her the rarest prize of them all: a real, genuine smile from Weiss. This time, when she leaned in to kiss her again, she was ready to accept, leaning into the contact and humming with gratitude that they got to do it again. 

Though she wasn’t sure how much time passed before someone cleared their throat, Ruby felt like it had been some time. She pulled away from the kiss and looked over-

And saw not just Salem glaring at them. Yang and their other friends also looked to be in various states of curiosity - with Yang grinning from ear to ear, as if Ruby had just performed some kind of exciting trick. 

“Uh…?” 

“You seem to have gotten a little carried away,” Salem observed with a slight smirk. “Not that it’s much of an issue. Still, you have given us an easy excuse to springboard into another training exercise. Which of you three would like to try fellatio?”

While Yang looked alarmed and Blake and Pyrrha glanced at each other, Ruby couldn’t help looking back at Weiss in surprise, expecting her to be equally confused. What was Salem talking about?! But she saw Weiss was instead staring down in shame. Out of habit, she followed her eyes, even though there was probably nothing going on down there-

Oh, but there was. Both she and Weiss were sporting erections she had not at all been aware of before that moment. All that dancing and cavorting didn’t do it for Ruby, even waving it around in Glynda’s face… but a little kissing with a good friend was enough to awaken a need in her that had been almost completely dormant until now. She stared in wonder at the other pale shaft, as rosy as Weiss’s cheeks, and how it was practically lying right on top of her own. Weiss was a tiny bit larger, as well - and so pretty. Ruby had never thought of dicks as being cute or pretty before, but this place was beginning to change her mind about that. Her hand began to raise to wrap around both of them-

“Ruby!” Weiss hissed in shock as she took a step back, covering her anatomy with both hands. Not that it was easy. “What are you doing?!”

"I… I dunno?" she squeaked. "I wasn't expecting-"

"Blondie, you take the little mouse," Salem interrupted before they could fully talk this out. "The brunette can try out the silver debutante."

"If you'd like to know our names, just ask," Weiss reminded her with an uncomfortable little squirm as Blake edged closer to her.

"Uhhh… Madam Salem?" Yang even raised her hand. Their boss rolled her eyes a little before gesturing at her to continue. "I, uh, I'd like to switch, or maybe sit this one out?"

"You sound as if you don't want to do any of this at all. Maybe we can arrange for that."

Ruby saw how uncomfortable she looked, swallowing hard and shifting from foot to foot - and Ruby was, too. Neither of them wanted that outcome, and they had both been forced to consider it while they were in a state of arousal. So she jumped to her defense. 

"A-actually, it's because Y- Sunbeam’s my half-sister."

"Oh." Salem raised an eyebrow, clearly caught off guard. "I was not expecting that reason. Intriguing. But very well, your redhead friend may take your place; we'll find someone else for you to play with after this first round."

Though Ruby was more than a little surprised this was continuing anyway, and very nervous as Pyrrha made her way over, she couldn't help wondering why Salem had chosen that word. Intriguing. What was intriguing about them being sisters? Though she knew most likely it was just that they didn't look that much alike, she still couldn't help wondering anyway.

"Hello again."

"H-hey, Pyrrha," Ruby blustered, realizing she wasn't sure what to do with her hands. She wound up holding onto her opposite wrist behind her back as she shuffled her feet nervously. "How's it goin?"

The tall, graceful woman let out a shy chuckle. "Fine, just fine. Well… perhaps we should-"

"One of you may use the bed," Salem decreed as she walked around them. "You two, go on. The rest may stay where we are, or retire to the couch."

There was a couch? Sure enough, there was a plush sectional in an unoccupied corner that Ruby had failed to notice when they entered. She would probably have gone in that direction if she and Pyrrha hadn't been instructed to use her bed. Too late now. 

It felt even weirder to be laying down on her boss’s plush, velvety bed than it did to be in this entire club in the first place. It made their actions feel more serious than they truly were, but she tried to tell herself to relax; this wasn’t nearly as big of a deal as she had built it up to be in her mind. They were going to do something carnal and fleeting for the purposes of learning how to do it better. That wasn’t so bad, was it?

“Well, here we are, I suppose,” Pyrrha chuckled nervously as she settled into the bed next to her. The tall, strong woman was only slightly apprehensive; mostly, she was far more cool and collected than the rest of them could hope to be.

“Yep! Uhh, we sure are. So, um, you wanna… put your mouth on- oh my God, I can’t even say this stuff. What the heck am I doing here?!”

Still chuckling, she put her arm around Ruby’s shoulders. “It’s alright. I’ll just get started, if you’re ready; you don’t have to say anything.”

“Yeah? I mean, like, it’s not weird that you’re about to do that with me?”

“Perhaps a little. But having already… well, allowed our colleague Thunder Thighs to use my thighs to her heart’s content, plus having had my penis pressed against Yang’s, this seems no more insane. At least we have a comfortable place in which to explore and train this time.”

Ruby nodded as she thought that over. She couldn’t help glancing down at her friend moved into position, and saw that Pyrrha was a tiny bit hard already; she must have enjoyed that kiss with Blake at least somewhat. She wanted to ask about that-

A warm mouth enveloping her throbbing need silenced those concerns. Ruby shut her eyes tight and sighed as she allowed the sensation to wash over her, trying not to squirm or move her hips too much - though it wasn’t easy. This felt both fantastic and terrible at the same time. Part of her wanted to kick her friend away and tell her to stop, but part of her also was really interested in this new sensation and wanted it to keep going. 

When a little whimper turned into a moan, Ruby couldn’t help squeaking, “I… I’m sorry!”

“For what?” Pyrrha asked right away, pulling off but keeping her face closeby.

“I’m… making noises- it feels so weird! But y-you’re doing great!”

“Oh,” she breathed with a slight smile. “Then perhaps I can make you feel a little better? Ordinarily, I might let you have a little break, but I do believe Madam Salem wants us to fellate each other to orgasm.”

“Y-yeah, that seems to be the idea,” she laughed nervously. “I’ve just only ever… I mean, Kleenex work fine! Y’know?”

Instead of answering, Pyrrha merely chuckled briefly before getting right back to work. Ruby had to cover her mouth to keep from moaning aloud, her thighs springing open like they wanted nothing more than this towering example of femininity to keep this brand new sensation going forever.

And then it got wilder. Even though it honestly wasn’t all that much of a change, feeling that mouth pull off with a slight pop and move down to her soft sack, lips and tongue sliding all over each ball and shifting them around so gently that instead of hurting or being frightening as Ruby expected, it just made her throb yet more, desperate to have something - someone in this case - give her dick the satisfaction it was beginning to crave more than anything she had ever wanted in her life.

Besides being seen as a woman. Well, and graduating and figuring out what she wanted to do with her life, but those were more longterm goals. But she was trying to distract herself so she wouldn’t have to think too much about her sexuality - which she did quite often.

Pyrrha’s mouth moving back up to her little cock got her to refocus. Ruby knew she was letting herself dissociate because it was easier than confronting that she liked this a lot more than she ever thought she would; she had honestly thought she was asexual. Maybe she still was, at least somewhat, but not nearly as repulsed by the idea as she had been once upon a time. That would most likely take some time to figure out.

“Pyrrha!” she whimpered into her hand as her cock throbbed. “Um… I-I’m gonna do the thing! I hope you’re ready!”

“Mmhmm!” was all her friend hummed by way of acknowledgement as her head bobbed up and down. This was definitely not new territory for the athlete; she was going down on her like a pro, as far as Ruby could tell. It felt so good! Her sack felt like it was tightening, her heart picking up speed until-

And that was it. Somehow it felt a little underwhelming, but she also was so overcome with the pleasant sensation of having somewhere warm and wet to deposit her seed this time that she couldn’t even care anymore. One of her hands came to rest on the back of Pyrrha’s head as she shot deep into her throat with a long, shivering cry that couldn’t be entirely silenced by her hand.

That was it. Sex. Even if it was just oral, it counted; Ruby’s virginity was gone by a lot of people’s standards. 

“Mmm, okay,” Pyrrha sighed as she pulled off, letting the half-hard length flop to the side as she placed both hands on Ruby’s hips to pull back. She glanced behind them at the dressing screen that shielded them from the view of their companions before turning her eyes back up to her current partner. “Was my technique satisfactory? Was that what you needed?”

Was it? Ruby wasn’t sure. It was nice to have finished climaxing - and Pyrrha had made her feel a lot better than she had ever dreamed. Yet at the same time, she couldn’t help feeling as if… 

As if she wished someone else’s mouth had been on her instead.

[suspiciouslackofclowns]

He’s spent years cultivating the persona that is Steve The Hair Harrington. Has memorized social queues and comebacks and conversation topics so he doesn’t lose his footing when he finds himself enveloped in conversation. Learned how to do his hair perfectly. How to dress. How to smile. How to laugh, because everything he has, his entire reputation, depends on doing these things the right way.

And now he’s letting it all go to shit.

Since graduating, he’s fallen out of his rhythm. Slips up more when he socializes. Says things that often don’t make sense, rambles, and lets his confusion be known when he doesn’t understand what’s being said to him. Hence why Robin lovingly refers to him as dingus, as though she’s any better.

But now he’s really off his game. All it takes is a silly joke, something about the little bear things from Star Wars, and he laughs.

Steve doesn’t often laugh in public, at least, not with his real laugh. Jokes tend to go over his head and when he does understand them, he doesn’t always react correctly. Laughs too hard. Doesn’t laugh hard enough. So he tries to gauge other peoples’ reactions before he chuckles politely, which always seems to yield positive reactions.

The way he laughs right now is not polite. He’s crouched on the floor near the center of an aisle, shelving tapes. Snickering crudely as he grabs a copy of Back To The Future from the box at his side.

He doesn’t even realize that he’s doing it until it’s too late. Until customers start looking at him like he’s insane and he snaps his mouth shut.

“That’s cute.”

“What?”

Steve looks up. Spies Eddie leaning against the shelves with an amused look on his face.

“Your laugh,” he supplies. “Never heard it before. It’s cute.”

Something freezes in Steve. Like every thought suddenly decides to go on break all at once, leaving his mind vacant.

He knows he’s waited too long to react when Eddie nudges his sneaker against the box of tapes.

“I didn’t think you’d be into Star Wars. You seen ‘em all?” Eddie asks.

“Uh, yeah. Bits and pieces.”

“Which one’s your favorite?”

Steve reaches for the next tape. Makes a popping sound with his lips that’s too loud, and he cringes.

“Return of the Jedi. I like the bears.”

“The Ewoks?”

“Yeah.”

“Y’know, they have a couple of their own movies if you ever wanna watch ‘em. They’re spin-offs, but still pretty good.” Eddie crosses his arms nonchalantly. “If you’d be into that.”

Suddenly, Steve’s thoughts all return from having their smoke, and he spreads a goofy grin.

“I’d love that!” he blurts.

Too loud. Too enthusiastic. He immediately grimaces and ducks his head, avoiding looking at Eddie.

He’s not sure why this is suddenly so hard. Why he can’t just make himself be normal anymore like he used to. Part of him wonders if it’s because he’s not as social as he used to be. Another part wonders if it’s because his brain has been scrambled too much by all of the Upside Down shenanigans.

Or maybe it’s because he feels weird around Eddie now that they’re kinda sorta friends. Kinda sorta really friends.

“It’s a date, then,” Eddie chuckles.

His choice of words makes Steve burn brighter than the god damn sun.

“Neat.”

Neat? Oh, Steve is gonna get an earful from Robin later. He can’t help but make a face again out of habit. Inwardly chastising himself yet again.

He makes another popping sound with his mouth.

“What’s that?” Eddie asks.

“What’s what?”

Steve shuffles down the aisle. Tries unsuccessfully to return his focus to the task at hand.

“That sound you keep making.”

As if things couldn’t get any worse.

“Oh, it’s uh…” Steve begins. Pops his lips again and immediately shakes his head. “I just do it sometimes.”

“Yeah, I noticed that.”

Steve does it again. Sighs and rubs his hand over his face, pinching his lips together when Eddie chuckles at him.

“Sorry. Long day,” he supplies. “I only do it when I’m focused.”

“I noticed that, too.” Eddie crouches down next to him. Reaches into the box and examines the first tape that he grabs. “You don’t have to apologize for it, I was just wondering is all.”

“Mm.”

“It’s actually kinda cute.”

If Steve didn’t know any better, he would think that Eddie The Freak Munson is flirting with him right now. He doesn’t know better, but still. Even attempting to wrap his head around that is too much right now.

“It’s annoying.”

Eddie’s quiet for a moment. Steve can see him staring out of the corner of his eye. Then, Eddie pops his lips.

And Steve can’t help it. He mimics the sound and blushes harder when he’s snickered at.

“Nah, Harrington, I hate to argue with you, but it’s pretty cute. Almost as cute as Ewokese.” When Steve just glances at him, he continues, “Y’know, the language of the teddy bear things?”

The ugly laugh comes out again at the thought of the little creature’s gibberish language, and Steve claps a hand over his mouth. Eddie is absolutely beaming at him.

“You really like them, huh?” Eddie muses. He chuckles as he stands up. Drops the tape back into the box with a thunk. “Better bring that cute laugh with you when we have our Ewok movie marathon or I’m gonna be disappointed.”

“Yeah,” Steve manages flatly.

He winces at his tone, but his attention is pulled to Eddie when he hums thoughtfully.

“How about your place this Friday?”

The guy’s expression is… kind. It’s a stark difference to what Steve is used to when he slips up like this. To the countless mean looks that he’s received from Tommy H. and Carol over the years. Even sometimes from Robin, though there’s never any malice behind it.

Forget about Nancy.

But Eddie is different. Like he’s laughing with Steve instead of at him, and that’s oddly comforting.

“Yeah,” Steve says, softer this time.

“Neat.” Eddie gives a salute before he turns on his heel and struts down the aisle. “Don’t work too hard, cutie.”

The little bell above the door jingles as he leaves, and Steve bites his lip to hide his smile.

He returns to shelving tapes. Makes a collection of popping sounds as he works. Considers that maybe, just maybe it isn’t such a bad thing that he isn’t as good at upholding his old persona as he used to be.

After all, Steve is the one who got a date with Eddie Munson this Friday. Not The Hair.

[boldlyanxious]

Nice Sign

I am blaming this all on @ktreereads

Based on a video I saw

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She had put it off long enough. She hadn’t been able to maintain any other relationship because she was always holding out hope that Adrien would finally see her as more than a friend. Sometimes it felt completely obvious that he did. He would look at her like she was his entire world. She felt like she could do anything but that never proved true.

Her abilities always froze before she was able to form the words to tell him how she felt about him. She would get lost in his eyes as he smiled. He looked right at her. She glanced down at his mouth but every time he would pull her into a hug and tell her what a great friend she was.

This would end today.

No matter what happened, she would march right up to him and tell him that she was in love with him. She was laser focused. She was jostled through the crowd. She momentarily lost track of what she was doing, trying to figure out what the crowd was. They were talking and laughing. Tourists. Americans, judging by the English and the accents. She was bumped a couple times but Alya pulled her through the crowd and she could see Nino across the plaza with Adrien. They were in the right spot under the blossoming trees.

---

Damian had a sour look on his face while Steph pulled him along. He couldn’t believe she was actually making him do this. They got a few weird looks from some of the Parisian locals. He was grateful that Steph had at least allowed it to be away from most of the big tourist spots. This whole plan was too absurd. He was fairly certain that Dick had intervened to try to keep the bet out of the press, not so much the bet as the punishment.

She had to have cheated.

He looked over as the crowd cheered. Cass had appeared near them and upon seeing Steph with the sign pulled the blond to her in a kiss. They must have thought it was a reaction to the sign that he would be holding, hopefully until the time limit ran out. When the 2 girls pulled away, Steph had a goofy grin on her face. Cass was smiling back at her but pulled the sign away and handed it to Damian.

“Do wipe that ridiculous look off your face and start the timer,” he said. “I refuse to do this any longer than is necessary and your ability to follow the rules is already in question.”

“Chill out. I won fair and square. You are just a sore loser.”

He clicked his tongue against his teeth and watched until she started the timer before he held up the sign.

People were walking by and pointing at him. He could hear them talking. Every once and a while someone would translate it into French for others. So far they just laughed themselves silly at his expense.

---

Marinette smiled as she approached them. They sat on the bench, as she and Alya had told Nino to do. That would put the blossoming trees right behind her as she sat in front of Adrien. Nino jumped up and said he had to go see Alya and rushed off to where she was watching. Adrien smiled as she sat next to him. He was expecting Nino to be right back but Marinette was hoping they would leave together for their first date.

“What is new with you, Marinette?” he asked.

He was still smiling. She had to remember her words even when he smiled. She took a deep breath but bit her lip as she tried to decide how to respond. He was always so patient with her after years of slow responses from her. She nearly lunged forward as she reached out for his hand.

“There is nothing new with me. But there is something I have needed to talk to you about for a long time.”

He held her hand and then closed his other hand over top of it. She closed her eyes at the feel of it.

“I hope you know you can talk to me about anything. You don’t ever have to hold back. You won’t hurt my feelings because your opinion matters to me.”

“This is about my feelings,” she was looking down at their hands when she started but then looked back up at him as she continued. “But I hope that it matches your feelings too.”

He turned his head slightly in confusion. He opened his mouth but before he responded she put a single finger up to his lips. They were soft and she could feel his breath.

“Please wait,” she said. His lips pressed together and she let her finger slide down to his chin. “Adrien, we have been friends for a long time but I’m not happy this way.”

Hurt filled his eyes but before he spoke she pushed her finger back to his lips to stop the words.

“That came out wrong. I love being your friend. I hope we will always be friends but I want to be more.”

His hand reached up and closed it around hers, pulling it away from his mouth.

“Marinette–”

“Let me finish,” she said. “I have spent so long trying to say the words.”

His eyes held compassion and regret but she had to continue on. If he stopped her she could convince herself that there was still a possibility even though she could see in his eyes that he didn’t see any possibility.

“I love you. I have loved you since you gave me your umbrella in the rain.” She took another breath but continued on before he could interrupt. “Maybe it started as a crush. We were young and the idea of love was so enticing. But at this point it has been years and I still cherish every moment with you. We have grown and so have my feelings, so I can’t let my fear of changing things stop me from telling you.”

She finished talking and whatever he had wanted to interrupt her with was lost. He was sitting in stunned silence and she just waited. The mortification she had shoved back in order to get herself to finally tell him washed over her in an instant.

She pushed up off the bench and turned to run away. He pulled her back to face him but his eyes were still filled with regret. She didn’t know if she was going to cry or find a place to throw up. But she definitely needed to escape.

“You are an amazing person, Marinette. You are so beautiful and kind. You are such a great friend and that is how I love you.”

She had planned for how she would take the news if he didn’t feel the same. But those plans didn’t involve how she would actually feel, watching one of her best friends feel a mixture of helplessness and pity. She tore her hands away from him and ran.

—

Damian only had to make it an hour with this sign but Steph was making sure he was a spectacle by laughing loudly at the reactions. She kept hollering at him to turn and face every person or group approached where he was standing.

“Is this almost finished? I can help you read the clock if you have forgotten how.”

“Very soon. Less than a minute. The timer will beep and then you may stop.”

He glared at her as he turned back. There was only one person in view and she didn’t appear to be paying attention. He was more worried that she wouldn’t look up and would walk right into him. Instead, she seemed to see his feet or his shadow and then looked up and stumbled slightly to move around him.

—

She was pretty sure Alya and Nino were following as well as Adrien but she had moved quickly and they weren’t chasing her down. She kept her eyes down and avoided interacting with anyone. She didn't even know where she was headed, she just needed to get away. She looked up quickly when she saw a shadow move. She adjusted to avoid walking into someone on the sidewalk. That seemed more his fault as he was just standing there.

When she stopped to walk around him she paused to read his sign, feeling bad that he likely had something going on that would have him standing out here with a sign. She took a second to read it. It was in English so she went slow. It had to be wrong. There was no way that he would stand there with a sign that said, “Kiss me; I’m desperate.”

She read it again and she suddenly felt the same. She was going to just walk past but then she could hear the footsteps of her friends racing up behind her. Worried about her emotional state after she had just been turned down. She had held herself back from feeling anything for so long and for what. She turned back to the man and pulled him to her by his lapels. He clearly hadn’t been expecting anyone to respond to his sign. She kissed him as she had hoped to kiss Adrien after her confession. The stranger was shocked and responded slowly. She relaxed her hold so he could pull away when he wished but instead he moved a hand to the side of her face and kissed her back.

Her friends were watching, shocked as the two of them stepped apart. The woman, she assumed was with him, was bent over laughing. Her phone was beeping but she couldn’t stop laughing long enough to get it to shut off. Marinette couldn’t seem to care. It definitely wasn’t the most embarrassing thing to happen to her today.

“Nice sign,” she said to the man before she turned and headed home.

She was almost certain that Alya would be there as soon as she could wrap her head around what had just happened.

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cant get the image of steve waiting around in his big empty house for billy to call and running to the phone when it rings!!! if you have time would you write about early relationship harringrove?

Anon, I always have time to write about these fools! Here is a goofy, silly, weed-filled drabble for you. Pre-S4, no S4 spoilers to be found here. If anyone else has prompts, feel free to send them in! I have watched S4 so I can absolutely write stuff about that too.

Steve thinks that it might be unhealthy to feel so unmoored when he doesn’t have a girlfriend or at least a regular hookup. He’s just alone often and doesn’t have any friends close enough to share feelings with. And he can’t really remember if this is a pre or post Nancy problem. Has he always felt like he needed a girlfriend to process his feelings?

Sometimes Steve drives around aimlessly. Maybe just through town to feel less alone or to the school where he can practice his free throws on the concrete courts outside. Sometimes, Mrs. Henderson invites him over for dinner. Rarely, he drives towards the quarry.

The quarry is, of course, a common makeout spot. Just like Lover’s Lake or random spots in the woods. If you can walk to it, you can probably find some couple making out at it. The quarry just has the added benefit of being kind of large, so if you park you don’t have to park on top of another car. It makes it kind of perfect for Steve to open his window and smoke out of on lonely nights. 

He knows he’s not the only sad sack around town, but tonight there happens to be a party going on. So he figures it’s reasonable to assume he’ll be alone out at the quarry, engine shut off, staring out over the water with a cigarette burning his fingertips. 

Steve is definitely not expecting Billy Hargrove to pull up beside him. Alone. How is the new Keg King, the new Beast on the Court, California Dream Boy, all alone? And why isn’t he at a party? 

For a moment, Steve considers the merits of turning his car on to leave. He doesn’t want to be part of whatever weird thing Hargrove has going on tonight. Sure, Steve is a sad sack who sits at the quarry to brood, but that doesn’t seem like Billy’s style. Seems much more like that he seeks out fights when he wants to brood. 

He’s not fast enough, probably spending too much time thinking about Hargrove, which is unfair and not something he wants to do at all. Because Billy’s door slams and he stalks over, raps on Steve’s slightly open window. Pulls out a baggie next, wiggles it so the plastic crinkles. 

“Come on out, Harrington! I’m not smoking this whole thing by myself!” Hargrove calls, a little louder than he needs to and he stalks off again, rests against the side of his car. 

Steve scrambles to put out his cigarette, pushing it all the way down to the filter. He shouldn’t listen to Hargrove, he should turn on his car, he should turn around and just go home. Get to bed. Get a solid eight hours. 

But he opens the door and he climbs out, stands to his full height, tries to feel tall and in control. Looks over at Hargrove who has a joint pinched between his fingers, a raised brow and his lower lip caught between his teeth. 

Billy lets go of his lip, slides his tongue over it, it looks a little swollen from being in his mouth. The quarry is a makeout spot. Steve’s mouth is suddenly dry and he hasn’t even had a chance to try the joint. 

“Come here,” Billy says, voice dropped to a murmur. His teeth glint in the moonlight when he opens his mouth to place the joint between his lips. When he lifts the lighter to spark the end. Steve can see the curve of his cheekbone when he inhales. 

He feels like he’s floating on a wave of marijuana as he makes his way over to Billy. When he steps up next to him and takes the offered joint, a deep inhale, a wake-you-up cough. Steve wants to sit his ass in the dirt and sink deep into the Earth. He takes another hit. 

They don’t talk, not for a while. They exchange this joint, passing it back and forth until it’s not much more than the very end. Billy’s probably the kind of guy who swallows the roach. Steve tries not to be impressed. 

“Last hit,” Billy hums, putting the roach to his lips. He sucks it in, his eyes flutter and he reaches up to cradle Steve’s cheek. 

Steve moves on instinct, even if he’s never been on the receiving end of this. Parts his lips, closes his eyes, breathes in deep when Billy pushes the smoke from his mouth. The smoke is tinged with the taste of cigarettes, no menthol. 

He feels like he stumbles back when Billy releases his cheek, but he probably doesn’t. Steve’s been hyper-aware of his feet since Billy told him to plant them. “What was that about?” he asks, breathless. 

“What?” Billy asks, gesturing around. “You never get high here before or something?”

Steve shakes his head, he’s feeling loose now, like all of this is happening in a dream. “I have, but…did you like, follow me here or something?”

Billy chuckles, looking down. “No, just got lucky, I guess.” He steps forward to open his passenger side door and pulls out a bottle of water, tossing it to Steve. 

Steve cracks it open and takes a long swallow. It’s warm and takes like plastic, but his mouth is terribly dry. This helps. “Thought you hated me.”

“All’s fair in love and war,” Billy replies cryptically. “Let’s have this conversation when we’re both sober.”

Steve frowns a little but finds himself nodding. Yeah, sober. They should talk about this sober. He passes over the water bottle and pats his jacket for a pen. “Call me?” he suggests. 

Billy hums and holds out his wrist, the right one. He’s steady when Steve grips it and scrawls down his number. The digits look good against his skin in stark black ink. “You gonna be home tomorrow?”

Steve nods, tucking his pen away. He wants to ask for Billy’s number, figures he won’t get it. “Yeah, all day.”

Billy pats his cheek and nods. “Okay. Come lay down on the ground with me, count the stars.”

He turns from Steve to pull a blanket out of his trunk. And really, did he plan this? It feels like he planned this. But Steve follows him anyway, lays down on the blanket, stares up at the sky. Their hands rest in the middle, just barely touching. Steve’s skin is warm where their fingers meet. 

***

Steve tries not to pace or look like a lunatic the next day. Just after one PM, waiting for his phone to ring. It’s always loud in the stark silence of his house. It’s why Steve usually has music playing or the TV on, tuned to whatever random channel is tolerable. 

But today, it’s silent in the house because he doesn’t want to miss a single phone call. Wants to be there to stand at the phone as it rings twice more so he doesn’t look desperate. There’s no one else here, but he’s calculating his every move, his every step. 

Steve is sitting on the opposite end of the couch from where the living room phone rests. It’s on a small table with a single lap, a notepad for taking messages, and sits in between the couch and the armchair. Steve’s mom will sit in the armchair when she wants to talk to someone. When she’s home. 

He keeps chewing the skin around his fingers, fraying it and knowing he needs to stop. But what if Billy was just teasing him? Or realized in the midday sun that he doesn’t hate Steve, but he definitely doesn’t give a shit about him either? 

The phone rings. Steve dives for it. Waits. Ring two. Ring three.

“Harrington household, this is Steve.”

“Hello, Steve, is the man of the house around? I have a once-in-a-lifetime offer for some new encyclopedias-” the woman on the other end says.

“No thanks!” Steve replies and slams the phone back down. He stares at it, willing its mint green surface to ring again. It doesn’t. He scoots back on the couch, stares up at the ceiling. 

Maybe an hour passes. Or two. Or maybe it’s just like fifteen minutes. Steve doesn’t know, but the phone rings again. Ring two. Ring three.

“Harrington household, this is Steve. We don’t need any encyclopedias.” 

“Shit, they’re calling your house too?” Billy drawls, a hint of laughter in his voice. 

Steve’s heart starts jackrabbiting, but he plays it cool, laughs too. “Yeah, guess they don’t realize this isn’t a very studious household.”

“You up for a different kind of studying?” Billy asks, his voice is so low and smooth. Steve presses the phone closer to his ear. 

“What kind?” he asks, breathless. 

“I’m thinking…human anatomy?”

Steve snorts, starts laughing, curls up on his side on the couch to laugh and hold his stomach. Billy is not smooth, he’s a fucking dork. He probably read that line in a book or something. 

“Human anatomy?” he wheezes. 

“Fuck you, fine, I can study my own anatomy,” Billy retorts and Steve can hear the scowl in his voice. Holy shit.

Steve shakes his head, gets his laughter under control, swallows a couple times. “No, no don’t be like that,” he murmurs. “Why don’t you come to mine? We can…uh…practice the muscles. See their flexibility?”

Billy snorts too, but his voice sounds like a smile. “Yeah alright, I’ll see you in twenty.”

Steve grins and hangs up, looks at the phone for a minute. He gets up to turn on some music, he’ll hear the roar of Billy’s engine over anything. And he runs upstairs to get changed. Gotta put on something comfortable if they’re going to be stretching, after all. 

[y0ung-4ever]

Genuine

Paring: Johnny Depp x reader

Description: You and Johnny are being interviewed and talk about each other.

Warnings: flufff~

Rating: E

Notes: I really like this one..I hope you all do too!! This is in your pov! Enjoy~ <3

Today me and Johnny had an interview with James Corden about how our relationship was and how it is like to be married to a famous actor..at least that’s what I think it is. What else would it be about? Johnny originally had a solo interview but James insisted that I tagged along.

“Darling, are you ready to go?”

I was in the bathroom of the hotel room we were staying in while we were in LA, it was closer to the studio than our house and it was nice for a change in scenery.

I had on a beautiful green gingham dress that brought out my s/c skin and e/c eyes. I did simple makeup and my h/c hair was wavy and reached the bottom of my shoulder blades.

“Oh wow..love, is it really necessary to look so beautiful for a talk show? I’ll be too distracted to answer the questions properly!”

Johnny whined and pouted as he rested his chin on my head.

“Oh don’t be silly..”

I looked in the mirror at the reflection of me and the love of my life. Him being pouty and me giggling.

“Okay, enough pouting mister, we have to go.”

He sighed and shook his head with the same pout.

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“Welcome back to the show! Today we have two very special guests, Johnny and y/n Depp! This beautiful couple has been so gracious as to join me for a couple questions!”

The in-studio crowd clapped and cheered as me and Johnny waved at them and I even blew a couple kisses at the little girls watching in the front row.

“Now, Y/n. May I ask what your first impression of our dear Johnny was?”

I laughed and looked over at Johnny while I answered.

“I thought he was the biggest dork ever! He’s always joking around and being silly. I remember the first time we actually had a one on one conversation, he was comforting me because I had just lost my grandmother, and he said these exact words, “You know I’m always here for you, right? You can talk to me about it...about how you're feeling.” And I just remember a total feeling change for him. Like I really liked him, he was goofy and kiddish and I loved that, but when he got serious and genuinely cared for me in that situation, I seen him more as a man than I ever did and I realized that under all the silliness and laughs and smiles, he was a very caring and passionate guy. And it made me fall in love with him.”

Johnny smiled at me with sympathy and he grabbed my hand to hold it.

“You both genuinely look and sound in love and it makes me so happy to know that you two have made it together and can have that support system for one another. Now, Johnny, what about you?”

He laughed and looked up.

“It’s funny to think that the times we made a big imprint on our feelings towards one another was during hard times in our lives..I remember I was really upset with myself because I was filming a movie, and I was just having so much trouble with the character I was playing. I just couldn’t get the part down and we were going to be filming in less than a week. And y/n was a stylist and makeup artist so she came into my dressing room and apparently saw that I was upset and she could just see the sadness in my eyes because I’m obvious with my emotions, at least that’s what y/n says..and she sat down next to me and patted my back. And the words she said were, “it’s not bad to cry..In fact, I think it makes a person stronger.” And I still live by those words. Do you want to know something funny, darling? I remember just the day before that, practicing how to ask you out in the mirror.”

“Oh my gosh..Johnny you dork!”

I laughed and he just looked at me with caring and loving eyes.

“Well..maybe I should start to practice in the mirror..”

I laughed again at James’ comment.

“So I’m guessing Johnny made the first move then?”

I nodded and smiled.

“He did! It was so cute-“

“Oh please, honey don’t tell them this story..”

He pulled at my arm and pouted.

“Johnny are you saying that you were embarrassed when you asked y/n out?”

Johnny bowed his head and said yes.

“Oh shut up! It was cute!”

“Yeah! Shut up, Johnny! It was cute! Anyway..continue with embarrassing Johnny..”

I nodded and continued my story.

“So I was cleaning up the makeup supplies and hanging up the clothes that were strung out everywhere in Johnny’s dressing room, when all of the sudden he comes up to me and he is leaning against the clothing rack..and *laughs* he almost fell over because the rack wasn’t strong enough to support his weight and it fell over and all the clothes were on the floor and Johnny had this terrified expression on his face! And then he proceeded to ask me, “Wanna, like- I mean, if you’re not busy.. We could get lunch? Or even just a coffee if you don’t have a lot of time..?” And I could not stop laughing at this and he was just so confused and then laughed with me because he was just so nervous!”

He pouted and looked at me with “are you kidding me?” eyes.

“Oh~ so our Johnny here was a stud!?”

“James..do not make me come over there!”

I giggled.

———————————

Once the interview was over, we made it back to the hotel room and we didn’t even take the time to prepare ourselves for bed, we just fell onto the mattress and sighed with relief.

“I am so tired..”

I groaned and got under the covers.

“From what? Embarrassing me on live television?”

I giggled and playfully slapped his arm.

“Oh, come on..you aren’t still hung up about that story, are you? It was cute, baby boy!”

He buried his face in my neck and breathed in heavy.

“Your hair is so soft..”

He snuggled his face into my hair and I could feel the content smile on his face.

“Oh my gosh you are such a dork..but..you are my dork..so it's okay.”

He sighed and we just laid there for a while. Soaking up each other’s presence and enjoying the warmth of each other’s bodies.

“You know..I really love you..like a lot! Like so much! How did I get so lucky..”

His face was squished against mine so his words came out squished as well.

“You are so cute when you are half asleep like this..”

[meep9898]

🍺 Minerva

Lousy clients and higher-ups have incessantly irked her days. Her fingers have cramped from all the constant sliding and pressing they do at the keyboard. Her back is strained from keeping a terribly arched posture while she wastes away at her cubicle. Her eyes have dried and reddened due to the bright light coming from the monitors, subtly shining over her face. Exhaustion and bad habits she repeats in order to maintain a ‘perfect’ workflow have got the best of her. But none of that matters anymore. The weekend has arrived, resetting the pains of the hellish 9 to 5 Minerva has become so accustomed to.

To celebrate the arrival of the upcoming two-day break, the techie and some coworkers decided to get some drinks at a nearby bar after work, though Minerva soon came to regret this decision since she knew she wouldn’t be able to back down from the plan later. Still, showing some childish signs of rebellion, she arrived at the bar fifty minutes later than what her work associates had agreed upon.

Handling her alcohol wasn’t an easy task for Minerva nowadays. She wasn’t the same old college girl who liked to party back in those times. She was getting closer to her thirties each day, and every time she went out to enjoy a pleasant night of drinks with her work buddies, she could feel her alcohol tolerance decreasing. A raging headache was not in her plans for tomorrow. Plus, she had grown too apathetic, mostly thanks to her current labor situation, to spend her free time with people who she associated with that terrible, terrible place. Not to mention how bloated she usually felt afterwards. At least she could drink her problems away for the night...

It would only take a couple of sips from her first drink for the chubby IT worker to temporarily forget her worries and lose her inhibitions. Soon, she was giggling at the silly comments a coworker made, or merrily humming the tunes of the poppy songs that played at the bar, all while prompting others to cheer and drink for whatever insignificant reason she could come up with. By the time Minerva was done with her first drink, rosy cheeks and a permanent goofy smile were already adorning her round face.

“Aaaaw! Don’t be a sourpuss! We all know you can handle more than that! Here. Take a sip from mi-hic-ne. Ehe!”

Oh no. Everyone knew that the moment the hiccups came out of Minerva’s mouth, it was over. The hefty programmer was what anyone would call a total lightweight, less than half a glass of a Mimosa or a Mojito being more than enough to get the techie tipsy.

“Let’s have another drink! Cheeee-Hic-eeeeeers!”.

Margaritas, Sex on the beaches, Sangrias, and Daiquiris were all ordered and downed, the amount of alcohol Minerva had consumed turning her from merry and giggly to straight up drunk as the hours at the bar went by. One by one, her coworkers would begin excusing themselves from the gathering, arguing they were too tired or that something had come up at home in order to leave. Truth was, they were more than a tad embarrassed to be seen with Minerva at the moment. It had been a while since she had downed that much alcohol in one night, and they weren’t willing to discover how the tubby techie acted when she was that intoxicated.  So, Minerva was left alone with another coworker that didn’t have enough power or social skills to keep the techie restrained.

After chugging another pair of drinks, Minerva spotted a group of frat boys at the other side of the bar. She easily noticed that one of them had her eyes glued to her. The young man didn’t look too bad from the techie’s inebriated perspective. He was muscular enough and he had a handsome smile. Thinking to herself ‘Whatever!’ and going against her office partner's pleas, she clumsily stood up from her stool and ungracefully walked up to the group of college kids.

“Heeeey, handshome. Hic! You’ve kehpt your Hic! eyesh on little me all night loooong, haven’t youuu? Sho, Hic! you like older women? You jusht can’t he-Hic-help yourshelf, huh? Need shomeone to mommy you?”

At that point, anyone else would have been able to tell just how uncomfortable the young man felt by the whole situation, but Minerva was too wasted at the moment to even figure out how many fingers she had in total.  Instead of stepping back and apologizing, she pushed herself against the man, grabbing him by the bicep and pressing her sloshy gut, which was pushing the buttons of her blouse apart, against his side.

“Ish okay, gilly soose. Let Mommy Minerva take gooood care of you. Ehe!”

Sweating up a storm, blushing madly, and not knowing what to do to combat the awkwardness of having a stranger’s plush belly shoved against him, the frat boy pushed Minerva to the side as gently as he could, excusing himself, and walking away from the bar with his friends before they could order a single drink.

The drunk woman almost tripped with her own feet, struggling to keep her balance. She had been rejected and humiliated. Tears welled up in Minerva’s eyes, quickly rolling down her puffy cheeks, as she gritted her teeth and clenched her fist in anger.

“Ooooooooooooh?! Sho you do like older women, but you don’t…you don’t even.. Hic! don’t like ‘em when they have a bit of eshtra meat on their bonesh?!

To emphasize her point, this ridiculously drunken version of Minerva lifted her blouse, allowing her overbloated belly to smack against her vast lap, squeezing the orb with both of her palms and giving it a firm shake.

“Walk away then, losher! You’ll never have your Hic! hunky hands over any of THISH!”

It wouldn’t be until the next day when she woke up on her coworker’s bed with her head buzzing that Minerva would realize just how much alcohol she had downed at the bar. And once her colleague told her about the not-so-little fit of embarrassingly drunk rage she had, Minerva would want nothing else but to disappear off the face of the Earth.

Her life was a mess. She was way messier...

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

Carnival date headcanons with kalim, cater, epel, jack, and malleus please?

Curiouser and Curiouser...

Kalim’s so excited to explore the carnival--he wants to see and do everything at least once, hauling you from one attraction to another with sparkling eyes. He can scarcely stay at a food or gaming stall for long without something else grabbing his attention and rushing over to it, your hand clasped in his.

Just as he wants to experience it all, Kalim also wants to taste it all. He’ll put down the Madol to buy a ton of snacks, and he insists on feeding it all to you! You just can’t say no to your boyfriend when he plucks off a tuft of cotton candy and holds it out to you, or stuffs some funnel cake in your mouth.

Kalim doesn’t mind the “kiddie” attractions; he treats them just the same as the more adrenaline pumping rides. He’ll jump around in a bouncy castle or spin around and around on the merry-go-round happily, a wide grin plastered on his face.

He doesn’t realize that carnival games tend to be rigged against you, so he just keeps shelling out money when he doesn’t win until he finally does! Kalim really wants to nab that grand prize for you though Jamil will scold him later for frivolously spending! When he finally does, he’s so proud of himself that he beams like the sun as he hands over a massive otter plush and claims a victory kiss.

Cater will want to take as many cool looking photos as he can to commemorate the date! That means lots of couple selfies sharing snacks, making silly faces in cute accessories, and posing with prizes from carnival booths.

He elects for something savory while you’re exploring the carnival! There’s nothing like a carton of nachos or fries drenched in cheese, shredded veggies, and greasy meat! Of course, it gets a bit messy to eat--but rather than use a napkin to wipe things up, Cater cheekily kisses your fingers and licks up the remains of your snack.

Cater likes the idea of playing carnival games, but he’s not very successful at winning them. In fact, he would rather use a ring for taking an aesthetic picture rather than play ring toss! (You get a lot of confused looks from the stall runners when he thanks them for lending him “props” for his MagiCam account.)

Instead of games, you visit the balloon artist, who twists up a crown for you--and though it looks goofy, Cater insists that it’s a piece befitting royalty! He drags you into the hall of mirrors, and you spend hours there in the maze, bouncing into a thousand of you and Cater in silly balloon crowns. When you finally find the exit, the sun is setting--the perfect backdrop for one final date selfie.

Epel wants to go on all the high excitement rides! No merry-go-round for you guys, it’s all about the roller coasters and bumper cars! He’ll let his hair down and scream as much as he wants as you’re plummeting from a drop or smashing his car against yours.

For a carnival snack, you share a caramel or candy apple--but because the apple’s so round, it’s hard for you to find a place to bite! Eventually, you and Epel agree to try chomping on the apple from opposite ends at the same time to keep the fruit from slipping around on its skewer. It kind of works, but the sticky sugar clings to your hair and Epel’s! You use a moistened napkin to help clean one another up before you chow down on your shared treat.

He gets pissed off while playing carnival games! The people running the game stalls tease Epel, calling him a little kid and implying he won’t be able to win a big prize no matter how hard he tries. Joke’s on them--Epel manages to score a win while they’re distracted laughing! With a snide grin, he lets you know that you can pick whatever prize you like from the stall.

At the end of the day, you’re both tuckered out and don’t feel like going on another roller coaster, so you agree for your final ride to be on the ferris wheel. You reach the apex and look out to see a shimmering sunset, the sky red like an apple and the sun like an wobbling yolk sinking into the horizon. Epel sneaks a shy peck on your cheek while you’re distracted--and that sets both your faces aflame.

Jack allows you to lead him around the carnival and determine which attractions and rides you want to engage with. He only intervenes when he thinks it’s a bad idea (like if you ate before trying to get onto a roller coaster) and will propose an safer alternative for the sake of your safety and wellbeing.

He’s not a fan when it comes to most carnival foods--they’re deep fried and dipped in too much sugar, and Jack insists he needs to stay in shape for Track and Field Club! You manage to convince him to grab a bag of popcorn to munch on throughout the day, and you take turns tossing pieces for the other to try and catch in your mouths.

Jack’s a beast (both literally and figuratively) when it comes to carnival games! He can score hoops, whack moles, dunk tanks/hit targets, and win tests of strength easily, netting you an entire army of new giant prize plushies!

You spend most of the date on your feet, but if they start to feel sore, Jack volunteers to give you a lift to let you rest. Be it princess carry or piggyback ride, he makes sure to handle you carefully as you thread through the carnival grounds with you clinging to him.

Wherever Malleus walks, the crowds instinctively part for him (whether in fear or in reverence, you’re not certain). This makes it far easier for the two of you to navigate the bustling carnival crowds, though if you ever do get separated, it’s not that hard to spot a tall, horned guy in the middle of a sea of people.

He’s fascinated by the variety of snacks offered at carnivals and spends a long time choosing what he’d like to eat. In the end, Malleus settles for his favorite: ice-cream! You follow suit, grabbing a different flavor than him--but curiosity gets the better of both of you, and you end up briefly exchanging cones to sample one another’s choices, resulting in indirect kisses!

The game stall employees call Malleus out for using his insane magical abilities to cheat (”Oi, oi, oi, you can’t just levitate the ball like that, young man!”), so he’s forced to play without them. Though Malleus is generally elegant, he lacks the skill needed to win any of the games. He does eventually accumulate enough attempts to get a pity prize, but he still gets gloomy and sulks about his loss.

Some of the kids at the carnival mistake Malleus for a costumed performer because of his horns and pointed ears! They swarm around him, asking for pictures and jokes or clinging to his legs, finding his regal way of speaking to be funny! You do eventually shoo them off, but that didn’t stop you from giggling when you saw one of the greatest magicians in the world getting mobbed by children--and taking it quite well, too!

[emeraldiis]

Mirrorball // I

A/N: there will be a part two!! dont worry!!

AO3 Link

Pairing: Loki x Reader

Word Count: 2.9k

Summary: Reader hides her insecurity under a guise of unwavering happiness, but Loki ends up finding out the truth. Meanwhile, Loki struggles with feeling worthy of love.

Warnings: suicidal ideation, insecurity, misunderstandings, angst

Loki wasn’t sure why you lived with the Avengers. Sure, you were one hell of a good cook, and you bartended at Tony’s numerous parties, but surely you could do that while having a place of your own. Normally, Loki wouldn’t have given a second thought to where somebody chose to reside--even if he couldn’t understand people’s willingness to be anywhere near Stark--but you were driving him insane.

When Loki had first arrived at the tower, it had been a cruel and unusual punishment. House arrest at the very place that he suffered a humiliating defeat, with the very heroes that had defeated him. Of course, not many people were very welcoming. He was permitted to roam about the tower as long as he stayed on good behavior, but that didn’t mean all residents were alright with it. 

Stark was the easiest to deal with; his jokes and quips about Loki’s unfortunate ventures to rule, well, anything stung, but the malice behind them faded with every passing day. After all, it had been a long time since New York. Banner and Wanda were another story. They treated him politely enough, but the fear behind their eyes whenever he passed by made something rotten stir in his gut. No matter how much he attempted to redeem himself, people still saw him as evil. A villain.

It seemed as if Steve and Thor were the only ones glad to have him there. The Captain’s open arms had come as a surprise, but Loki was intuitive, and very quickly realized that Steve saw him in the same light as he did the Winter Soldier, Bucky. And in a way, Loki could see the similarities. They had both done awful things--albeit under far different circumstances--and were now working on gaining the trust of the ones kind enough to give them a second chance.

So Loki found himself seeking out Bucky’s company far more often than any of his other acquaintances. It was a strange sort of companionship, but it worked; Bucky usually opted to listen instead of speak, giving Loki the opportunity to ramble on about whatever grievances he held that week. There were usually a lot, and Bucky was the only one who didn’t offer him useless advice. He simply nodded along, fixing Loki with that thousand yard stare until he had finished.

And then, of course, there was you. All smiles and playful energy, with a raunchy sense of humor and a sharp tongue. You were much smaller than him, in terms of height and stature, but he often felt dwarfed when you were in the room. You just took up so much space with that reckless attitude and need for everyone in the room to be laughing. In an odd sort of way, you reminded him of a clown. Not because you were goofy, or funny looking, no. You just...made people smile, held their attention and made it your dying goal to be there for entertainment. 

The first time Loki had seen you, he was quick to notice your easy beauty. It was rare that he found a Midgardian woman to be attractive, but he couldn’t deny that something about you just appealed to him. You weren’t a supermodel, nor were you drop-dead gorgeous in terms of Midgardian standards, but you had a very real-life grace. You didn’t look like those dolled up actresses he often saw on the television, you looked more natural, something that instantly caught Loki’s eye.

He had been reading quietly in the common room of the Stark Tower, having been forced out of his room by Thor to “at least be present, brother.” The other Avengers droned on about petty events while he attempted to tune them out. And then you stormed in, bringing a sense of excitement to the room with your very aura.

You greeted each person individually, making sure no hero was left out, until your eyes settled on him. Loki felt a heat rise in his cheeks under your intense gaze, and shifted uncomfortably. He brushed off the feeling as it simply had been a while since he had spoken to an attractive woman, not wanting to admit to himself the effect your presence had on him.

“New guy, Loki, psycho murderer,” you rattled off, still staring him down. Loki felt as if you were a cat, and he was the poor mouse that you had selected as your new plaything. “Which do you prefer?”

That caught him off guard. While he was still somewhat unfamiliar with Midgard’s social customs, he was at least sure that this was not a normal way to greet a stranger. That, and the disrespect warred with what he was used to: women on Asgard bowing to him, treating him with the dignity that a prince deserved. Despite the surprise, Loki’s aloof outer demeanor was not shaken, and he let the strangeness of it all roll off his back as he replied, “How about ‘God of Mischief?’ Or, if that is a bit too wordy, I would be open to ‘King Loki.’”

 Your eyes lit up, and Loki found himself having to fight back a smile. His unconscious reaction left him feeling confused and slightly frustrated. Why was this mortal girl sending his emotions in a whirl? Loki scrambled for some sort of reasoning that didn’t have him looking pathetic, and settled on the idea that it had been a while since he had bed a woman, and you were particularly attractive. It only made sense that his body would react in ways that he had not expected.

Lost in his head, Loki barely noticed you were speaking again. “I like this one!” You said, clearly excited that he had matched your banter with ease. “New best friend acquired.”

Once again, you had left Loki reeling. Best friend? He wasn’t sure if he had ever had one of those before, and certainly not with someone he had just met. In fact, he wasn’t entirely positive that he even wanted one. Especially in the form of some over-enthusiastic mortal. Before he could protest, you plopped yourself down next to him on the couch. It wasn’t a very big piece of furniture, so when you settled into your seat, you were only a couple inches away from touching Loki. 

He could feel the heat radiating off of your body, and once again, his heart fluttered. The urge to lean into you overwhelmed him, and Loki furrowed his eyebrows. God, had it really been that long since he had been with someone? The frustration at his stupid body for its stupid needs grew, and Loki made up his mind then and there. He would court you, then fuck you, and get over this silly little infatuation. With your earlier outburst at wanting to befriend him, Loki figured that it would be a breeze. With his silvertongue and charming good looks, he would have you squirming under him in no time. Easy.

But, of course, nothing was ever easy for Loki. You had managed to prove him quite wrong over the next few weeks. Your obliviousness to flirting was quite impressive, Loki found, despite even his most direct attempts. Every advance he made was thwarted by complete, and utter ignorance, coupled with the fact that you had probably not taken a single thing seriously in your entire life. 

Loki would compliment you, and you’d grin wolfishly and twist it to make his words sound insulting, then cackling madly. And then was the time he “joked,” about getting you into his bed, to which you burst into a fit of giggles and said, “No way! I don’t want to be the other woman to Bucky!”

Loki had recoiled in bewilderment, and decided that enough was enough. Obviously you weren’t worth the effort, considering you never actually listened to anything he said. He’d just have to find someone who was capable of holding a conversation without turning something into a joke.

But...he couldn’t deny that he was constantly having to fight back a laugh at your remarks, no matter how hard he tried to convince himself that you were annoying, not funny. And even when he had abandoned his plot to seduce you, Loki found himself gravitating towards you. Truth be told, he knew how to be direct, to really get what he wanted, but every time he worked up the courage to just lean in and kiss you...something stopped him. Deep down, he knew that if you actually rejected him, then the game would be over, and something about that just seemed devastating to Loki. So he continued with cat and mouse, letting you deflect his advances time after time, because at least you weren’t actually saying no.

He’d wander in the kitchen while you were cooking, sit down to watch your favorite shows and movies, and had even taken to sitting on the roof with you late at night when neither of you could sleep. Loki couldn’t avoid it anymore. It wasn't a simple attraction that he felt, it was adoration. You, a mortal of all creatures, had captured his interest. Maybe it was your wit. Maybe it was your unshakable happiness, the ability to keep everyone’s spirits up in any situation. Maybe it was the crushing need to protect you, to protect that pure soul from the viciousness of the universe. Whatever it was, you had actually ended up as Loki’s best friend. And somewhere along the line, he had fallen in love.

You sat in the living room alone, knees curled up to your chest on the couch. The four walls of your room had felt confining, like a prison cell that kept getting smaller. Your usual place of refuge would be the roof. But you didn’t dare venture up there like this. With your luck, Loki would find you there, and you weren’t sure if you had the strength to keep up your carefree persona.

Loki had never seen you upset before, never seen you weak. No one had, if you were honest. You fought hard to keep a smile plastered on your cheeks to keep up the appearance of a girl who never faltered with her high spirits. In a way, it wasn’t entirely fake. Joking around and being joyous was your real personality, but it was also a defense mechanism. If you never took anything seriously, nothing would ever hurt. At least, that’s what you kept telling yourself. The anxiety that wrecked your brain stayed constant, though, making your life a constant war with your own mind.

Your friendship with Loki was a fragile one, or at least it felt that way. You often felt as if you were walking on eggshells; every word that came out of your mouth risked driving him away. He had seemed to enjoy your wild and snarky personality when you first met him, so you didn’t dare try to be anything else. You were afraid that he would lose all interest when he discovered that you were just as fragile as all mortals were.

It was risky having your breakdown out in one of the main rooms, but the risk was better than dealing with the claustrophobia of your lonely bedroom. Besides, it wasn’t like you were going to sleep anyway. Better to just wait for daylight where you could at least feel some modicum of safety.

In your misery, you had forgotten that Loki was not an easy being to hide from. You were pretty sure that it was damn near impossible, actually. He seemed to...sense...your emotions, when you were in distress. And though you never showed it, kept that unwavering smile plastered across your face, he always appeared when you needed a friend to sit with. Tonight was no different.

Like a shadow, Loki emerged from the hallway in front of you, piercing eyes quickly landing on your curled up form in the darkness. He raised an eyebrow at you when you refused to even acknowledge him. “Dear, would you like to go up to the roof? Away from prying ears?” He offered.

You shook your head, and shrunk further into yourself when he crossed the room to sit next to you. Loki looked a little uneasy, as it was rare that you were silent. Usually, he had to fight to get a word in when you were on a tangent. Not that he minded too much. Though he liked to talk, he held a certain fondness for listening to you.

Loki tried again to engage you. “Why not? I know it’s a bit chilly tonight, but you’ve never minded that before."

It was clear that the god wasn’t going away until you gave him some kind of response, so you gritted your teeth and lied. “Sorry, bud. I just feel sick, that’s all.” You forced a laugh, but it sounded strained. “I’d rather stay close to the bathroom. I’m not sure Tony would be too excited if I puked on his roof.”

Blue eyes stared into yours, and you could literally feel Loki not believing you. Of course the God of Mischief would be able to spot a lie from a mile away. Still, he didn’t push the subject, something that you were grateful for. “Alright,” he said, leaning back into the couch. “Would you like me to sit with you?”

Fuck, you didn’t want to have to reject his company a second time, but you really needed to be alone right now. Loki seeing you have a meltdown would be the last straw, and you’d just end up throwing yourself off of the Stark Tower. No, it was better this way. “That’s okay, you get some rest. I’m not gonna keep you up for something so small.” You still hadn’t looked up, afraid that Loki would see the glimmer of tears threatening to spill out of your eyes. “Besides, you need your beauty sleep,” you tried to tease, but your voice came out flat and dull.

Loki thought for a second, then sighed. “As your king, I override your decision. I will be staying here until you’re feeling well enough to sleep.” He waited expectantly, obviously ready for you to make some bratty quip about not being one of his subjects, but it never came. You just didn’t have it in you.

Now that Loki had fully sunk down on the couch, his body was only inches from yours. You wanted so badly to lean into the heat of his side, to bury your face in the crook of his neck and let him cuddle your fears away. Instead of following your instincts, you squashed the daydream like a pesky bug. Nothing about Loki indicated that he was the cuddling type. Hell, he’d never so much as hugged you. He probably wasn’t a big fan of physical touch.

Deep breaths, you told yourself. Just keep it together until you’re on your own. That’s when you stiffened. Loki had stretched a long arm around you, and was looking at you intently to gauge your reaction.

“Is this okay? Humans are very social creatures, touch can help provide some comfort if you’re feeling ill.”

Loki’s scientific approach to the entire situation almost made you break out into laughter. Almost. Regardless, it was too hard to resist when you had such an open invitation. You scooted closer to the god and leaned against him, letting Loki hold you tight.

Before you could even try to stop yourself, you had burst into sobs. Something about being held had just broken the dam, and you were weeping uncontrollably into Loki’s shirt, sputtering out apologies all the while.

Loki shushed you and held you tighter, and you could’ve sworn that you felt an aura of possessiveness in his embrace. “It’s okay,” he murmured into your hair. “I’m here to help.”

You didn’t know how long you cried for, but when you were finally able to rein in the tears, you were horrified. Loki’s shirt was soaked with snot and tears, and your face was most definitely swollen and blotchy with red spots. And, worst of all, you had just proven to him that you were weak, and not worth his time. This was a disaster. 

Loki, hearing your sniffling come to a stop, pulled away to look at you, and bit his lip nervously before beginning to speak. “There’s something I must confess to you. Seeing you now, trusting me with your vulnerability-”

You cut him off by jumping up from your seat, knocking his arms away from you. Like hell you were going to listen to the rest of his rejection. You already knew what he was going to say. That you were weak, that he no longer wanted anything to do with you. “Listen, Loki,” you snarled, unable to mask the pain in your voice. “You don’t have to say it, I get it. I’m gonna go to bed, you don’t have to hang out with me anymore,” you said, rushing to get the words out before you died from humiliation.

Loki watched in bewilderment, his words of affection dying on his lips and you turned tail and ran out of the room. Rejected? By a mortal? He had never known such embarrassment. And you hadn’t even had the good graces to let him finish. His heart began to darken with rage and shame. Of course you ran away, of course you didn’t want to be with someone like him. No one did, he should be used to this kind of treatment by now. How foolish of him to think that you would be any different.

[sanris3]

A fine line

Pairing: reader x san Genre: friends to lovers(?)/angst Summary: You realize you're in love with your best friend San and unsure how to approach it. Playing with the thin line between friends and lovers. author notes: This is my first piece in a while, I hope everyone enjoys it! in a silly goofy mood at 5am Word Count: 1.6k

The both of you definitely started off on the wrong note. When you and San were first introduced to each other, it was difficult to get close to him. He radiated this intimidating aura and with your shy self, there was no way you'd approach someone like him. You had mutuals through a couple friend groups, it was only natural that you'd end up friends. However, there had been a misunderstanding through a mutual friend and you never thought to clear the air.. because after all, you weren't in a position to fight for the friendship anyway. The both of you left it as it is. Fast forward to 2 years later and the two of you are closer than ever. There was a stark difference between your personalities, hobbies, hell- even the way you both processed things were different. But oddly enough, you guys make it work. You were the epitome of 'opposites attract.' You'd never expect that a toxic relationship would deem you two as inseparable. San struggled a lot and you were there for him whenever he needed a shoulder to lean on. No one understood him but you oddly did. Looking at his situation, you found yourself looking in the mirror recognizing you had been in his position just a year ago. You desired to be there for him. You were reminded of the turbulent moments and unexplainable behaviors that took place- and unknowingly, you began to prioritize him. Not in a romantic way- more so, just ensuring San is doing okay because after all, he is your best friend. All you could think about were the empty moments you experienced when you went through the same thing, you didn't want him to believe no one understood him, because you did. How delightful would it have been if you had someone like this to root for you back then? San allowed himself to become comfortable with you. Sharing each vulnerable thought was a common conversation you two had and honestly- it was fascinating to learn how aware he was about his emotions because all this time, you believed he was emotionally constipated. Even after being friends for so long, the conversations you had never reached the depth that they did now. This was a sign he genuinely acknowledged you to be his closest friend. You'll never overlook the excitement you experienced at the realization he trusts you at his most vulnerable moments. It was happiness. This is what it feels like to have a friendship reciprocated. Vulnerable. Stable. Consistent. Several months go by and that relationship ends. You adhere to his side until the end, making sure he's completely taken care of; and even though it's challenging, you walk him through the emotions, keeping him together at his roughest moments. You had become his pillar. And that's exactly what you did, until, he suddenly cut off contact with you. You understood his heartbreak. He needed time to heal, but that time apart managed to lead through the most confusing part of your friendship. You missed him terribly but what could you do? He needed his space and you respected that. You hear from him for the first time for what feels like forever and you notice something is off. There's something about his aura that shifted- and you couldn't figure it out. Both of you are nervous to talk to each other after the sudden break but as always, you get through it and pick up on the flow once again. But this time it's different. There was a new feeling of awareness in your stomach when you got a notif from him- and for so long, you assured yourself it was because you missed him. Which was true. (at least for now.) There were many instances where you wanted to reach out and invade his space but that would only harm your friendship, and that was the furthest thing you desired to do. But you couldn't help yourself, you grew anxious that he would disappear on you again and started attaching yourself to him a different way and it was a scary feeling because you knew where this would lead to. "She was my person. It was rocky but I've never loved anyone so hard," he says amidst another vulnerable conversation. You try to bring him comfort by wrapping your arms

around him, gently pulling him in for a hug as he sobs again for the night. Your hands rub against his back, gently finding a pace. You feel his grasp on you tighten, hands clinging to you like you'll slip away. But you stay there, bringing him all the comfort he needs, he was still healing. There was that feeling again. Like always, you brushed it aside and never dared to ponder upon it. For the first time, your heart sinks when he's talking about her. It's a good day for both of you. Throughout your hangout you're able to pick up conversations like before, San is starting to smile again and joke a lot more often, the bright San you knew was returning and you were genuinely happy for him. "I knew you'd turn out okay, if I did, you would. It just took some time." you blurt out in the middle of silence as the two of you are watching a movie. He stops in his tracks to turn towards you, "Thank you." His lips curve up into a warm smile with his arms reaching out, unexpectedly pulling you into his arms. "You know, I'm sorry for disappearing. You've been nothing but good to me through everything. I'm grateful to have you around, I promise I'll return everything." You go along with it, loosely wrapping your arms around his frame. "It's okay." You answer with a pause before continuing. "I missed you a lot." "I did too."

There it is again. That feeling. As time went by, it was growing difficult to ignore the little jump in your heart seeing anything of him. A text? A call? Hanging out? Your wavering heart couldn't ignore. The overwhelming feeling was too much for you to handle so that day you ignore San for your sake. You took the day off to think about your feelings for the first time. Why him? Why now? It was hard to understand the sudden change in heart. You pondered over and over again if this was true. Overthinking leads one thing to another and the next thing you know, you're on your bed crying endlessly in the sheets. Out of all people, your feelings were stirred up by Choi San. For the next few months, it was a brutal game of push and pull. Not between you and San, but you and yourself. Slowly, you were filled with frustrations no one but him had answers to, it was driving you insane; One moment you would see San as a friend, then it would be more than that. The friendly gestures you were recieving from him were transforming to a different meaning in your heart. The pet names, the random compliments, the sporadic oversharing- oh you wished that it would stop. But a part of you knew you were acting like this due to the fact you were hyper aware of your feelings.

At one point you wondered what it would be like to feel his lips against yours. It was a confusing cycle you couldn't stand to seperate from him. How bad could it be if you started and ended things on your note? But if you revealed your heart, what if it backfired? There was a chance you'd lose your best friend and it was too risky to cross that line. You were desperate enough to go on dates, and of course, San encouraged you through all of them. There was a clear answer to your questions but the little hope you had in you, kept praying. Just maybe. You wanted San to feel the same way. Maybe it was the alcohol in your system, or you were tired of stringing yourself along- so you initiated the conversation about dating again. Of course, you were extremely careful with how you apporached the situation; One mess up and it'll change the dynamic of your bond forever. You thought about what would happen far ahead. Sure he accepts your feelings and there's might be connection but what if you guys aren't compatiable as lovers? would the both of you have the courage to love like you haven't been hurt? "San- Can I ask you for advice on something? Or not really advice.. but your input." The brunette gears his attention towards you fully, emmitting the same flustering feeling in your stomach. But you don't react physically.

"Is it something serious?" "Yeah sort of-" "Is this another joke you're play-" "I'm serious!" "Okay, what's up?" "what do you think about dating a friend?-" "what?" "just answer the question." "I'm scared it'll happen again." " yeah same, I get you." The both of you return to the movie, carrying on like the conversation didn't happen. The air turned thick. At one point the comfortable silence grew suffocation. Did he catch on or are you thinking too much? For the first time you realized how dangerous that fine line between friends and lovers were. In the end, you didn't want him to take responsibility for your actions. Why should San suffer because of your feelings? that was the last thing you wanted. Sure, you won't be able to kiss him and hug him, or feel his embrace in a much more intimate way- but he was by your side and that mattered. With that, you were happy and content. Even if his heart wasn't yours. "San?" "Yeah?" "I'm really grateful you're my best friend." "I could say the same."

[neverminditsnamjoon]

BTS Cuddling/Showing Affection (HCs)

In honor of Yoongi’s birthday, here is my first writing project for BTS! Massive thank you to @yoongisshadow​ for being my partner in crime, editor/proofreader, and providing some of the gifs!! Go follow her if you’re not already--she’s amazing!

Genre: Tooth-rotting fluff, rated PG

Word Count: ~1800

Jin

If he’s chilling on the couch, he likes when you put your head on his shoulder

That way he can rest his head against yours

Has definitely fallen asleep in this position (more than once)

He tends to sleep with his hands resting on his stomach

If you’re there, he’ll fold one of your hands under his, smiling serenely when you rub your fingers in circles over his tummy

If you’re laying in bed, he prefers to lay against your side, with a single arm thrown over your midsection

Will immediately wake up if you move

He enjoys other forms of cuddling as well

Like letting you rest with your head in his lap

“So you can look up and see my handsome face.”

He also loves hugs a ridiculous amount (have you seen those shoulders?? perfect for Hug!!)

Jin will find any excuse to hug you, and wraps his arms around you until he can literally feel you relax into him

Acts of service are his love language

So you best bet he’s gonna cook for you

If Jin doesn’t bring you food (and feed it to you himself) at least once a day, you get worried

You’re his go-to taste tester, and you get stupidly happy upon hearing Jin call to you from the kitchen, “Honey, come taste this for me.”

He owns a Kiss the Cook apron, and he will definitely enforce it

Yoongi

Yoongi shows affection by giving you nice gifts

Sometimes it’s a coffee, made just the way you like it

Sometimes it’s a $1300 Chanel necklace

There’s no telling lol

Whether it’s a four-dollar coffee or something extravagant, the gift is always presented with a shrug and a nonchalant expression

But when you kiss him and whisper your thanks, he’s all gums

“Bad Boy” doesn’t do PDA, at all. However-

He is known to fall asleep at random, and you usually happen to be sitting next to him when he does

Taehyung has an album on his phone just for pictures of Yoongi snoozing on your shoulder, his mouth open

Tae never posts them for fear of his own life, but he’s sent you a couple

One of them is your lockscreen

When it’s just the two of you, he relaxes a little more

It’s a subtle, quiet vulnerability, but you’ve learned to pick up on it

When he gives you a gummy smile after you’ve had a bad day, you know it means “I care about you”

When he brushes his fingers across your back, you know he’s saying “I love you”

When he asks, “are you cold?”, you know it’s an invitation to curl up into his side

His arm around your shoulder is enough to feel how much he enjoys your presence

You toss and turn in the night, but Yoongi is in the exact same place when you wake

“Of course he’ll be a rock in his next life,” you think to yourself. “He already sleeps like one.”

Hobi

Bangtan’s resident Aquarius isn’t always the best at showing his emotions via physical affection

So Hobi doesn’t do any mushy-gushy affection in public

Mostly, it’s just him always trying to make you laugh

Goofy dances, dumb jokes, and silly faces. Anything to see his girl smile :��)

Every once in a while, he’ll give you a colored drawing he made, giggling a cute amount when he sees you’re excited about it

When he’s really, really tired, Hobi gets cuddly

He loves laying on his back between your legs, with his arms resting on them

If he leans his head back against your chest, he can hear the soft thrum of your heartbeat

This sound lulls him to sleep without fail, and it’s the sole reason he gets enough rest sometimes

When you come home from a rough day at work, he holds his arms open to you and squeezes you tight

For a man who’s an actual wordsmith, he can get mighty tongue-tied around you

So he puts his most intimate confessions in his raps

No one will ever hear them, but he utters them quietly to you when he thinks you’re asleep

He goes beet red one night when you open your eyes and gaze up at him with more love than you thought you could ever feel

“You wrote that for me?”

He can only sputter and chuckle nervously in response, but you kiss him and say, “I love it.”

“I love you,” is his answer, accompanied by his brilliant smile

Namjoon

A very loving and sweet boyfriend, as we all can guess

Even being the leader of one of the biggest bands in the world, Joon manages to be a pillar of emotional support for you

He’s always sure to check in with you between practices and recording sessions, or when he’s away on tour

Has never forgotten a birthday or anniversary, treating you to a lovely dinner and flowers every time

He’s never afraid to show his affection for you wherever you happen to be

Sometimes it’s the weight of an arm slung over your shoulders, and a soft kiss pressed to the side of your head

The boys don’t even make fun of him for being affectionate, partly out of fear and partly out of respect because they can tell he loves you so much

When you’re out and about, it’s hand holding

One of your favorite memories is walking down the street downtown, window shopping and judging people together

You’re not sure how Joon makes hand-holding look and feel so cool, but he does

His love language is definitely words of affirmation, but he still likes getting you little gifts here and there, especially while he’s abroad

He knows better than to buy you anything breakable, for fear that it might not get to you in one piece lol

No matter what, they’re always thoughtful

Insists on being the big spoon all the time

So he can kiss the top of your head and wrap his arms around you to make you feel safe

Joon usually wakes up before you and makes breakfast, but on the rare occasion you get up first, he always comes looking for you

Just imagine a sleepy Namjoon waking up and calling out, “Baby?” when you get up before him :(

Jimin

This boy is constantly kissing you, holding your face with both hands and giggling

And he WILL pout if you’re not constantly kissing him too

Always has his arms around you, hugging you from the back with his chin resting on your shoulder

His favorite thing to do, to make you smile every time, is sweeping you along with him for a dance

Even if you’re not coordinated, he twirls you around the room, singing loudly until he sees you smile

“You’re doing great, baby!”

Jimin showers you with compliments every chance he gets

From your outfit to your hair, to your talents to your glowing personality, he’s got a smooth compliment for it

When you’re relaxing in the evenings together, and Jimin is extra snuggly, he’ll push you over onto the couch and lay on top of you

He thrives on skin-to-skin contact and doesn’t care who sees

Because Jimin is babie, and better yet, he’s YOUR baby

He can fall asleep in any position, as long as you’re snuggled up with him

Hands holding, arms around each other, whatever--it’s all good to Mochi

He prefers to be woken up by you, instead of any of the members, because he can get kisses from you with just a second of puppy dog eyes

Will shamelessly flirt with you regardless of setting, and has definitely made eyes at you while he’s on stage or interviewing

Lots of people have one or two love languages, but Park Jimin has all five

He brings you gifts after every trip, and at this point you have more stuffed animals than you can count

Taehyung

Also constantly kissing your face

Highkey loves it when you play with his hair (the man is basically a golden retriever)

He’s known to nuzzle his face into your neck, especially if he’s sleepy

Physical affection (giving and receiving) is the recipe for his happiness

Arms? Around you. Hands? Holding yours. Happy Tae? Check.

Tae is especially fond of giving you his clothes and accessories

If you look a bit chilly, Taehyung will immediately take off his coat and drape it around your shoulders

He’ll take off his hat or scarf and carefully place it on you, even sometimes giving you his necklaces and earrings

Loves doing activities together, whether it be cooking, video games, or being outside

As long as you’re nearby, Taehyung is having a blast

He’s particularly enthusiastic when it comes to supporting you in your career and passions

When you burst through the door yelling that you’ve gotten a promotion, Tae is all shrieking noises and throwing shoes

If you start a new hobby, Tae has pictures of whatever it is and has definitely shown them to everyone who will look

“Isn’t she great?”

When you’re alone together, he always serenades you

No matter the music you’re jamming to, Taehyung is dancing around you and singing it to you at full volume

When he’s sleepy or feeling down, Tae’s favorite way to snuggle is the two of you laying down facing each other

That way you can run your hands through his hair and he can whisper sweet nothings to you

Jungkook

Enjoys receiving affection more than giving, unless you’re completely alone

If it’s just the two of you, Koo will make grabby hands for you to come sit on his lap while he’s at his computer

He’ll pick up takeout and pat the seat next to him, asking you join him for dinner

His hands are literally always in your hair

Brushing, twirling, stroking

Sings to you ALL. THE. TIME.

Sometimes absentmindedly, but other times he’ll show you a song idea and sing it to you shyly

He laughs and blushes a little when you praise him for it

Koo loves drawing on your arms, if you’ll let him, because it reminds you of him

When you’re around others, he isn’t as lovey-dovey, but you notice a slight pout in his lips if you aren’t giving him enough attention

This can be quickly relieved by bumping your nose into his neck, or squeezing his arm gently

But the best part of Jungkook’s affection for you? The way you know he REALLY cares about you?

Homeboy actually responds to your texts.

I know, I can’t believe it either

Koo has been seen many times pulling his phone out during a break in practice and smiling to himself as he replies to your memes and check-ins

The rest of the guys clown the shit out of him for being so babie with you, but he takes it like a champ

Because you’re his girl, and he loves you so much

[pandoras-princess]

Next Best Thing (Tommy Shelby x fem!reader, John Shelby x fem!reader)

*gif not mine//credit to owner

A/N: Hello my lovelies! 🌸 Welcome to my first ever Peaky Blinders fic, I wrote it ages ago and have just edited it slightly so my apologies if the quality isn’t greaaat but the other parts will be better I promise! 😅 This is an AU fanfic where John never married Martha or had kids before he married Esme and there is no Grace for Tommy andddd the timeline is absolutely wack, I know it’s a lot so if you’re in the market for a traditional by the book Peaky Blinders fic this one is not for you I’m afraid 🤗 also if you’re finding it a bit slow I advise you to hang in there until after the time skip because that’s the better half of this part in my opinion, nevertheless I seriously enjoyed writing this so Happy Reading Peoples! 🥳🥳 as ever I appreciate every like, reblog and follow, feedback is forever welcome 😌

Summary:  Being the bestfriend of Jonathan Shelby meant that you’d grown up attached at the hip. And considering you were hopelessly in love with him, life was eventful to say the least. With John marrying Esme you decide it’s high time you got over him. And as they say the best way to get over someone is to get under someone else...

Pairing: (OOC) Thomas Shelby x fem!reader, John Shelby x fem!reader

Warnings: Swearing, violence, smoking and drinking, mentions of addiction, mentions of sex but no smut I’m afraid

PART TWO PART THREE PART FOUR

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Being John Shelby's best friend was definitely not an easy job.

You and John were the exact same age, born on the same day of the same month of the same year, precisely one hour and eleven minutes apart, and since your family only lived one house away from the Shelby's it was a given that you and John would grow up to be best friends.

You were as good as family to them, so when your father was killed in the war and your mother unable to cope turned to the drink and drugs, you were left officially orphaned at age 10 and Polly arranged for you to live with them, raising you as her own.

Growing up with the Shelby's came with it's challenges. They were all fiercely protective of you but no one more so than John. When you were kids he'd beat up anyone that dare made you cry, or sad or angry or anything other than happy really, and as you grew older and began to date he'd scare away anyone deemed not up to scratch, which seemed to be pretty much all of them, threatening violence known around Small Heath as common behaviour for the Peaky Blinders. This meant that you never really had a boyfriend, or many boys interested in you at all for that matter, and any who were rarely had the balls to act on it for fear of the Peaky Blinders wrath. However this didn't bother you much as there was only ever one boy you truly wanted interested in you, the one boy who never would be interested in you.

Of course being a teenage girl you'd had your silly crushes, Tommy being one of them. But they all paled in comparison to what you felt for John.

Being best friends meant that the two of you spent practically all of your time together, did everything together, went through and dealt with everything together. He had always been your shoulder to cry on, your ear to bend, your hugs and smiles and laughs, your safe place. It was inevitable that you'd fall for him. And fall for him you did, painfully obvious to everyone except John himself.

Shortly after your 16th birthday, you were reading a book by the fire, a woven blanket strewn across your legs and a steaming mug of hot chocolate warming your hands when John bursts into the house loud, drunk and jolly. He often snuck out to join his brothers in their shenanigans - whether it be business or pleasure - and you were all too happy to listen to his stories when he came home.

You watched John intently as he regaled to you his latest night out. You watched the corners of his mouth twitch ever so slightly as he spoke, a smug smile tracing his lips every so often. His eyes glistened from the whiskey and his lips were wet. A cigarette clasped lazily between his fingers, his eyes closed for a split second whenever he took a drag. Deep in admiration of the boy sitting in front of you, you didn't quite notice the change of events in the story.

"-and then she walked right up to me and kissed me!"

It was at that point that your attention snapped back, ears pricking up and heart racing as you go over what he'd just said. But too excited to wait, John didn't give you the chance to work out if you had misheard him.

"Well before I know it she's got me in the back alley dress hiked up going at me like a feral she was. Can ya believe it after all this time I'm finally a man aha!" John exclaims, a goofy, ear-splitting grin plastered on his face.

He spares any explicit details, knowing it was no way to talk with a lady no matter how close they are to you or how drunk you may happen to be. Nevertheless, upon hearing those final words coupled with the look of pure elation on his face, your heart shatters into millions of ice cold shards right before your eyes. The pain that was rapidly building in your chest and the image of John with some tart, skirt bunched around her waist fucking like dogs in the alley was too much for you to bear. A wave of nausea washes over you and you stand abruptly, dashing to the loo before the contents of your stomach emptied onto the carpet.

A few minutes later you hear faint knocks on the door.

“Ye alright in there love?” John asks, concern lacing his words.

“All good” you reply quickly, willing your voice to steady itself.

Wiping the sheen of sweat from your forehead you collapse into a heap against the wall, and a sigh escapes your lips as you wrack your brain for the exact moment you had lost him. While John had never shown any signs of liking you, you were always able to draw hope from the relationship you two had, no matter how blind it may have been. Now though, he had dashed that hope, blind or otherwise, as he had given himself to someone else. He had openly chosen not to be with you.

Not to be yours.

Fobbing John off with some excuse about a dodgy dinner you quickly retreat to bed, going without giving him a hug, unable to bring yourself to touch him. And from that day onwards you lived with the knowledge that your love was unrequited. You lived with loving him, and him not loving you.

For the most part it was rather easy. John wasn't the kind for serious relationships - preferring causal sex to the committed kind - so you never really had to deal with any girlfriends or the lark, just the occasional tart interested in him on the rare nights out you tagged along. Even then, you soon learned not to go on any nights out without Ava or Polly present and so the issue of John and his women quickly became dormant. That was, however, until John agreed to marry Esme Lee.

Tommy came to you before asking John, asking for your help in convincing him. He knew John would come to you with it asking for advice before deciding. Tommy explained his plan, marry John off to the Lee girl forcing them to squash the war and join forces to overthrow Billy Kimber. It was simple enough and since you'd already accepted there was never to be a you and John, you agreed.

The time came and sure enough John came to you, confused and somewhat annoyed at Tommy's rough handed approach, and sure enough you stayed true to your word, telling him it was nothing new, people had arranged marriages all the time.

So on he went to marry her, your true feelings unknown to the man.

[2 years later]

"You shouldn't be working here you know. John certainly wouldn't like it" Tommy said, a smile tugging at his lips as he watched you carefully wipe down the bar surface. He was referring to your new job as barmaid in the Garrison and having just finished your first shift you were cleaning up. Last orders had been and gone and every punter had now left the pub, drunk and merry on their ways.

After John married Esme you spent the next two years much to yourself. You embraced the spinster lifestyle and faded away into the passing days. However it was the turn of a new year and to everyone's joy you'd come to your senses, deciding it was high time you stopped wasting your life moping after John. He didn't love you - that much was clear - but somebody out there must and so it was time for you to move on, you thought. Reinvent yourself. This 'new you' started with marching into Tommy's office and demanding the new barmaid job. Surprisingly he offered no resistance, merely a quizzical look at your sudden determination before giving you the job. So here you were, your first shift done and nobody left in the place but you and your new boss.

"Well it might surprise you to know, Mr Shelby, but I don't abide my decisions by what John would or would not like me doing" you reply. Finishing up you leave the cloth on the bar and make your way over to the table, taking the chair adjacent to his.

"Is that so?" He asks, his piercing blue eyes meeting yours as he offers you a cigarette. You accept, bending down slightly to the offered flame and without breaking eye contact, you light the cigarette and take a drag, exhaling as you sit back up.

"Yes, Thomas, that is so" you reply, the use of his name making clear your exasperation with the questioning.

"Very well then, a toast-" he picks up the bottle of whiskey and pours some into each glass, placing one in front of you and taking one himself "-to your new job, and to your new found freedom" he says, locking eyes with you on his last words and clinking your glass before you both down it. If growing up with the Shelby's had taught you one thing it was how to hold your liquor.

Soon you and Tommy were halfway through the bottle and quite drunk, too caught up in the fun to notice. It was now something past 3 in the morning; you and Tommy had been talking, drinking and laughing for nigh on 3 hours now, going through old stories of your childhoods, stories from before you were born and from afterwards, stories of your parents and stories of his.

"So tell me, what is the meaning behind this sudden change in you then?" Tommy inquired, only too happy to see your old self back again.

Before you knew it the whiskey had gotten the better of you and you found yourself telling him the reason. You told him about John, about your love for him, about that night and about how you'd come to terms with it and decided to move on.

"Besides, it's not like he was the first boy I ever liked, so I'm quite sure he won't be the last" you state matter of factly, unaware of the storm you had just brewed.

See, unbeknown to you, Tommy was fully aware of everything you had just poured out to him. He knew about your love for John. He knew the deepest parts of your heart, your mind, your soul. Every crush and fling you'd ever experienced Tommy knew all about it, thanks to a little book you liked to keep hidden under your mattress. You had been detailing all matters of yourself in that little black journal for as long as you could write. Polly happily replacing it when you found your current one full, it was much easier than finding a shoulder to cry on every time you needed one. When Tommy came across it he had no idea what it was, merely out of curiosity did he open it and start reading.

"Oh, who was?" Tommy asked, lighting another cigarette. Following suit you decide to take a minute to weigh up your options, drinking in the smoke as you did.

"You” your voice remains deceptively steady, not wanting the man watching you so closely, so attentively, to become aware of the raging swarm of butterflies occupying your stomach.

"Is that so?" Tommy pulls on his own cigarette, the smoke rising from his lips as his eyes lock onto yours. "So what changed then?" His eyebrow arches perfectly, a smirk gracing his lips.

"You're 4 years older than me! There was no way you'd ever look at me as anything other than an annoying little sister!” You say in a chuckle, the fiery whiskey encompassing all of your thoughts in a humorous glow.

"And if I told you I do look at you as something other than an annoying little sister?" His eyes flick to your lips for a millisecond before returning to your own (E/C) orbs. If you’d have blinked you would’ve missed it, but your full attention being fixed on the man before you meant that you hadn’t.

"Well... that would certainly change things." The possibility of one of your fantasy's coming true ignited you to your very core.

Silently, Tom rises from his seat and offers his hand to you. You take it, and he leads you to his office with the worst of intentions in mind.

[bts-hyperfixation]

Why Not Then? 18+

Here it is in all it s 4327 words.... This one kind of got away from me.

angst/fluff/smut 

I hope you like it!

Warnings: unprotected sex

pic found here

Tonight’s the night. At least that’s what you were telling yourself. Senior prom. It’s now or never. Tonight is the night you are going to tell Jungkook how you really feel about him. He has to feel the same way, you are inseparable. There is no doubt in your mind that the only obstacle in the way is fear, not wanting to ruin the friendship you had worked so hard to build. The doorbell sounds through your house and you take a deep breath. For the hundredth time that day you look in the mirror. Curls frame your face, makeup done to perfection, and the seafoam A-line dress you had chosen made you feel like a queen. Your mother calls you downstairs, you can hear your father making polite conversation with your date as they wait for you. Another reason you are so sure Jungkook feels the same, he is your date. He could’ve had any other girl in school, but he asked you.

The moment you descend from the top of the stairs is like a movie. His goofy little bunny smile lights up his face when he sees you. You try as elegantly as possible to parade down the stairs, using one hand to lift the hemline of your dress, as the other glides along the bannister. You take your time. Eyeing him up as you go, the tuxedo was such a stark difference to his usual gym shorts. He was stunning. His short dark hair quaffed and gelled. Everything was going to go as planned tonight. You could just feel it.

“You look beautiful as ever” he laughs taking your hand and spinning you. You can’t help giggling.

“Not too bad yourself.” You pull on the lapels of his jacket. He bats you away a straightens himself back up just as the flash goes off on your mother’s camera. She arranges the two of you in to ten different poses before letting you leave. Jungkook had driven his beat-up convertible to pick you up. To anyone else that car would be an eyesore, but he loved it, and so did you. So many nights spent just talking and looking up at the stars, cuddled up under an old picnic blanket. To you it was a pumpkin carriage.

He opens your door for you and helps to fold your skirt so it wouldn’t rip in the limited space. He runs to the other side and jumps over the door and into his seat. Your parents wave you off as you pull away. It’s a short drive to the school. 10 minutes at most. He parks like a pro, doing that thing that guys do when they reverse into a space. The twisting just so you can see more of their neck and watch how their arms flex around the back of your headrest. You start to climb out of the seat when suddenly he is in front of you, hand extended to help you. It’s hard not to laugh at how hard he is trying to be a proper gentleman tonight.

“Come on Y/N-ah, the night of our dreams awaits.” He quotes the prom theme. The unbelievably cringy and cliched ‘night of our dreams’. Walking through the doors, it was still blatantly obvious you were in the school gym, but the prom committee at least tried their best. Tacky streamers in blues and silvers, star themed props, a solar system themed photo booth. Its clear they had to use some of the previous year’s decorations, but you couldn’t bring yourself to care. The butterflies were building in your stomach. Anxious and excited about where your confession could take you.

All of your other friends are already here, dancing to the catchy pop music blaring over the sound system. The path to them is crowded with other sweating high-schoolers, so Jungkook decides just the two of you should go and take photos. He pulls you towards the photo booths, lining up with the other groups and couples waiting their turns. It hasn’t escaped your notice that he is still holding on to your hand. Tight.

“Don’t you want to go dance with the others?” you gesture towards those in the middle of the floor, laughing as one of the boys loses his balance mimicking a slut drop.

“No, I want to take some stupid pictures with my best friend and date for the evening.” He winks at you, a move that should come off as light -hearted and cringy. Instead it feels like he has shot you in the heart. The response you come back with shocks you.

“Just because you’re in love with me.” You accompany the remark by sticking your tongue out at him. He grabs your chin and makes you look him directly in the eyes. Your heart beats double time. It looks like he is going to kiss you. Before his face gets close enough to yours, he ruins it.

“You wish Y/N.” he laughs it off, but you see it as your chance. Now or never, tonight’s the night…

“Actually…” and then it’s your turn for pictures. You don’t get a chance to get the rest of the sentence out. Whether he heard or not you don’t know but now he is excitedly rummaging around a box of props. He pulls out a silver feather boa and oversized-blue sunglasses for you, finding a matching set for himself. It’s a strip of four photos. One smile, one where he jabs you in the ribs, one with silly faces, and one where you kiss him… only on the cheek. Not enough to throw yourself in the deep end, just enough to gauge his reaction.

His ears turn bright red and he stammers about going to find the others as you exit the booth. It has to be a good sign if you make him flustered, right? The next hour is spent ruining all the work that had gone into this evening. Hair stuck to sweaty foreheads, makeup creasing around the eyes, lipstick wiped on the backs of hands. When the live band comes onto play, you and your friends head outside for air. It’s nice feeling the wind, a slight chill in the late hour. Most of your friends can’t hack it for too long, choosing to return to the dance floor in time for the party tracks to come on. Eventually it leaves just you and him. You hear the opening chords of the cha cha slide start up inside and decide now is a good a time as ever, more than eager to avoid the choreographed dance portion of the evening.

“Can I talk to you?” you reach for his hand. He turns to look at you properly and sees the serious look on your face, his brows furrowing to match.

“What’s wrong? Why are you looking at me like that?”

“Nothing’s wrong, just come with me.” He lets you drag him away from the gym. You head toward the school greenhouse, no one is going to come looking for you there.

“This is weirdly private Y/N, are you sure everything is okay?” he feels your forehead as if he is worried you have suddenly fallen ill.

“I’ve been trying to tell you this for the longest time and I can’t not anymore, it’s time.” He opens his mouth to speak again, the confusion evident in his eyes. You raise a finger to his lip to stop him. “I’m in love with you.” The words escape more like vomit than a statement. It feels so freeing to get the words out. You can’t help the grin that spreads across your face. Finally admitting how you feel is an amazing feeling. Until you take in the way he is looking at you. You might as well have grown a second head. Your about to speak again when he turns on his heel and makes a run for it.

He walks briskly away from the concealed shed and back inside of the school. You don’t know if you should laugh or cry. Of all the responses you thought you’d get; abandonment was not one of them. It takes you a moment to snap out of the shock he had left you in. you follow the trail he took back into the main hall. Spotting him even through the crowd, people parted as he passed them. He beelines straight through the gym and though the doors into the main corridors. When you make it into the hallway, he is at the other end about to disappear around a corner.

“Stop running away from me!” you yell a little too loud, other lingering students stop and stare at you on their ways back from the bathroom. Unfortunately, you can’t bring yourself to care. Jungkook faulters for a moment before continuing. “Jeon Jungkook! I said stop.” You kick off your heels and run in the direction he disappeared. You nearly run full force into his chest as you turn the corner not expecting him to be there.

“Why?” his voice is small and harsh, not the usual bubbly tone he always has for you.

“Why what?” your more than a little annoyed that you had to chase him only for him to ask you a question.

“Why do you love me?” it’s not the question you thought he’d ask. Why now? How long? What’s your ring size? Those were the questions you had been prepared for. Not why do you love him. you thought that was obvious. “Seriously, why do you think your in love with me?” that stung ‘think’ he doesn’t believe you. Thinks its some silly girly crush you have.

“I love you because you’re you. You’re my best friend, you make me happy when no one else does, my heart hurts when I don’t see you for more than a day.” You reach for his hands, trying your best to convey your sincerity. He flinches in response. Pulls way back out of your reach.

“I don’t feel the same way.” Now it really does feel like someone has stabbed you. Run you straight through with a sword. Your stomach twists so hard you might throw up. This wasn’t an option. In all the ways you had imagine your prom night going, this hadn’t crossed your mind. You taste the tears at the corners of your lips before you realise your crying. “You can’t just spring something like this on someone Y/N! we were having such a great night, why did you have to do this.” He is not only rejecting you, he is blaming you for having feelings. It’s all too much.

“I’m sorry.” Your voice is barely above a whisper. The lump in your throat makes it hard for you to speak at all. “I just thought…”

“You thought wrong.” His response is so fast, cutting off every chance you might’ve had to put a band aid over the situation. Maybe held it together until the night was over. Now there is no chance of that.

“I’m sorry.” You try again but he just rolls his eyes. Instead of making you sadder, this reaction makes you angry. How dare he. How dare he just dismiss you like you never meant anything to him. Like you weren’t even a friend.

“I should take you home.” He gestures towards a nearby exit. He doesn’t reach for your hand to guide you like he would’ve any other point in the night. You shake you head and walk back in the direction you came, picking up your shoes as you passed them. You walked straight out of the front gates and all the way home. That was the last conversation you’d have with Jungkook for a long time.

Graduation came and went. He tried to talk to you a few times in person, but you just walked away. Still seething at the way he reacted.  He texted you constantly, left voicemails until you blocked his number. Your other friends never found out exactly what happened. They pieced bits together from what the two of you were able to talk about but never the full picture. When he started coming to your house to apologise you decided it was time to move on and headed to college early.

You were in town for a wedding. One of your high school friends had managed to meet the love of their life while away at college and asked you to come. It was a nice excuse to visit your parents. You didn’t come home as often as you would’ve liked. The town felt a little haunted after you finished school, so you tried hard to avoid it. Especially at times like this.

You were standing in your childhood bedroom, dressed to the nines once more. This time knowing that Jungkook was not going to be waiting for you at the bottom of the stairs. But he might be at the wedding. Getting over the boy you had never really been with was more of a challenge than you could’ve ever imagined. It took you almost the entire first year away to truly get some peace on the situation. You even started to understand his point of view. He was just an 18-year-old boy trying to enjoy one of the last nights he’d get with his friends. The you had gone and dumped a whole load of new information on him. It wasn’t fair of you, just as much as it wasn’t fair of him. Truthfully, a little part of you would always wonder what if. What if he had felt the same way, would people be coming home for your wedding instead? Or would it have fizzled out long distance?

You are pulled out of your thoughts by your phone signalling the arrival of your uber. Taking a deep breath, you grabbed you clutch and headed out, eerily reminiscent of that night.

Five years later.

The wedding is at a fancy hotel on the other side of town. You are escorted by the ushers into the main room. you quickly scan the area for him. You don’t even know if he is coming but you don’t want to be caught off guard. Coming up empty you thank the groom’s men and find a seat in the back of the bride’s section where you can survey the room.

It feels ridiculous being so on guard around the person that used to mean the world to you. Your eyes meet as soon as he walks through the door. He seems genuinely surprised to see you there. He tries a weak smile and lifts his hand to wave in your direction, but you put your head down, choosing to focus on the intricacies of the program instead. 4 hymns and a sermon. For a nonchurch wedding it sure seemed religious. You roll your eyes and settle in for a long one. You watch out of the corner of your eye as he skulks away. Sitting a few rows in front of you. You allow yourself the luxury of looking at him now that he can’t look back. His hair is a lot longer now. The suit he has chosen definitely fits a lot better than his prom tux. His shoulders are nicely outlined, strong and broad. It’s a nice visual.

The wedding seems to happen around you. Old friends come over to catch up. Vows are exchanged everyone is shuffled into a banquet hall. All the while you are watching Jungkook out of the corner of your eye. Seeing him go through the motions just as you are. Three tables away. Clearly your friend has been smart enough to think that through when creating two singles tables in her seating plan.

The night wore on. Speeches were made, drinks were spilt. More than one groom’s man ripped his trousers on the dance floor. You were getting some air in the gardens when he found you.

“You look beautiful as ever.” His voice is soft, but it still makes you jump, not expecting him to approach you at all.

“Thanks.” You move to brush passed him, eager to put some space between you. Very Much not wanting to exchange awkward pleasantries with the man that, after today, you were sure still owned your heart. He steps back into your path, and makes you meet his eyes. It hurts all over again. Every feeling you had that night rushes back, every bit of progress you’d made since then erased in a matter of seconds.

“Can we talk? Please?” he sounds almost as desperate to talk to you as you are to leave.

“Talk about what Jungkook? It’s been years, just let it lie.”

“Exactly it’s been years and I know how I feel about you now, know how I felt about you then… please just let me explain myself.” He pleads with you. You stand firm, half of you longing to hear him out, the other half wanting to run the way he had.

“Why should I let you talk now? You didn’t let me talk then.” You can hear the venom dripping in your tone but can’t bring yourself to adjust your voice.

“I was a kid back then Y/N, and I was scared I was going to lose you” he chuckles darkly “I guess I did that anyway.” He grabs for your hand, this time you get to pull away from him. None of this is fair, where was this person when you needed him five years ago? He sighs at your reaction. “Look I was terrified okay? I didn’t know how I felt about you. I just knew everything was changing and I didn’t want us to change. But I know who I am and what I want now, and that’s you.” He closes the distance you had put between you in one stride. His mouth heavy on yours trying to prove a point.

You can’t bring yourself to pull away this time. Instead melting into his embrace. Letting yourself indulge in the boy that was all you ever wanted.

“Why now? Why not then?” you ask when he finally pulls away.

“Because you wouldn’t speak to me until now. I wanted to tell you the day after, but you wouldn’t talk to me. And you were right to do so. I was such an asshole to you about it. Let me make it up to you.” He peppers your face with kisses.

“I’m so sorry, I shouldn’t have cut you off like that. I was scared too.” He holds you tight cradling you into his chest. You stand there for a while. Taking in everything about him that you’d missed. The smell of fresh cotton, the warmth he always radiated. All of it.

“I have a room upstairs if you want to go. Maybe we could watch a movie?” you pull away to look straight up at him. he must have realised what it sounded like then because his mouth formed an o and his eyes widened. “Wait no, I really did mean a movie.” He tries to backtrack.

“What if you didn’t mean a movie?” as soon as your meaning sinks in, he is sprinting away. This time with you in tow, struggling to keep up. Eventually he decides you are slowing him down. He lifts you bridal style into the nearest elevator. He refuses to put you down, even though you are forced into a standstill. As soon as the door dings, he is through them. Balancing you and opening the door isn’t even a challenge as he bursts through into the luxurious hotel room. He throws you unceremoniously on to the bed before discarding his jacket on the floor. You watch, propped up on your elbows, as he loosens his tie and kicks off his shoes before helping you with yours. He runs his hand up the back of your calf, rolling down the stockings you’d worn in an effort to avoid tights.

His hair falls into his eyes as he meets your gaze, and you can’t take the teasing anymore. Grabbing him by the collar, you pull him on top of you. Your lips finding his, unwilling to let go until your lungs hurt. He has one arm by your head, supporting some of his weight while the other trails down your waist. He drags his fingertips along your thigh as he moves your hemline. With your skirt out of the way his hand moves in between you bodies finding its way to your clothed pussy.

“I’ve wanted to taste you for so long… can I?” he kisses down your neck as he asks, leaving you barely able to respond. You just about manage to squeak out your approval. He wastes no time, biting into the soft flesh of your thighs as he wraps his hands around your panties. They are disposed of quickly, likely ruined by the slick you can feel pooling between your legs. He licks along your slit, barely delving between your folds. The tip of his tongue flicking at your clit briefly before he goes back and starts the motion again. Each time he gets close to your clit he brushes it slightly, so you shiver with anticipation, but he waits until you are practically panting to go any further. His right hand joins his talented tongue. Two fingers slipping inside of you. The slight stretch burns so good. His mouth moves up, biting gingerly at the sensitive nub he had been teasing for so long. Your thighs clamp involuntarily around his head. He wraps his free arm around your leg, driving you apart to give him better access. His tongue comes back into play drawing little shapes on your clit as he sucks down. He curls his fingers in just the right way to have you coming undone underneath him. Biting your lips to keep yourself quiet. He swats at your thigh until your teeth let go, forcing your moans out into the open. When you stop writhing, he lets your leg go and wipes his face with the back of his hand.

Sitting back on his feet he won’t stop looking at you weird. Its an expression you can’t ever remember him making before, and that worries you.

“What? Why are you looking at me? Were the noises too weird? I tried to keep them in…” he pulls you up to him by the wrists and kisses you before answering.

“I love you… please shut up. Your moans are the sexiest thing I think I have ever heard. Now I just really want to get you out of the rest of your clothes. He reaches around to unzip your dress, fumbling for a moment until you take pity and take it off yourself. His shirt is already unbuttoned by the time the fabric is over your head. You help him to push the sleeves off his arms, taking great pleasure in rubbing your hands across his toned arms. You marvel at the amount of muscle he has gained for a moment before he drags you back to him, falling onto his back so you straddle him.

You make quick work of the clothing on his lower half. Perhaps a little too keen to see what you were working with. He does not disappoint. His cock is above average in length, immediately evident as it slaps against his stomach when released from it’s confines. You shuffle back for a moment to admire the full image. His hair falls haphazardly around his head, lips swollen from the kisses. Perfectly chiselled abs leading into an arrow to what you can only describe as the motherlode. Everything about this moment was worth the wait. But you refused to wait any longer. You stroke your hand softly along his shaft, pumping a few times before moving to sit yourself on top. You sink down slowly at first, having to take extra precaution to not hurt yourself. His eyes pinch shut and his nose crinkles as a little whimper escapes his mouth. You slap his chest.

“If I’m not allowed to stay quiet, neither are you.” He nods enthusiastically and opens one eye just as you reach the base of his dick.

“Fuck.” His voice low and breathy. Sounds more like he just ran a marathon than had a girl sit on him. As you feel more comfortable, you start to wriggle your hips, not thrusting away, just enough friction to tease him like he did you. You don’t get away with it for quite as long though. His hands are on your hips and you are powerless to stop him as he makes you bounce, meeting each thrust with one of his own. Soon it’s not enough for him. Too worked up to relinquish any control. He flips you quickly, now on your knees. He barely gives you time to orientate yourself before driving into you from behind. Fast, sloppy thrusts used to reach his own end. He snakes one arm underneath you. Skilled fingers finding your clit, playing with you until you tighten around him. making it difficult for him to keep going.

Soon he spills over, cumming deep inside of you. Holding onto you with all he has. Instead of pulling out, he falls over with you in his arms. Cuddling into the back of you as he comes down. You wiggle experimentally on his softening cock, earning you a growl. You giggle at his oversensitivity and try to get free as painlessly as possible.

“Don’t go” he is whiny when he is tired, it’s so endearing. He makes a grabby hand at you as you clamber of the side of the bed

“I’m only going to the bathroom; I’ll be right back.” You kiss him on the cheek as you round the bed.

“Good because I never want to be without you, ever again.” he admits as you walk into the bathroom.

February request - open

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[writefightandflightclub]

Mixed signals

Author’s note: just a quick, simple hit of pure fluff, sweeties. Wrote this super quick idk. 

Summary: you are Poe’s favoured comms officer, and it means so much to him to have your voice on the end of the line during a mission. You’re great at comms. You’ve talked him through some tough times. So why in the hell can’t he get you to speak to him when you’re face-to-face? And will his cute idea to get you talking work?

Warnings: hell, not a one.

(GIF by @cmorgana​)

Poe has grown pretty fond of you over the past few months. The first time he spoke to you was over the comms, when his usual signals operator was injured and you were drafted in. He liked your style and you gelled well, and soon after he requested with the General that you be assigned to him and his squadron permanently whenever he was out on a mission. He trusted you to get the job done clearly, calmly, and decisively. You always stayed admirably cool in a crisis. And, to be honest, the other guy had always rubbed him up the wrong way, which was the last thing he needed when already under pressure.

He has come to depend on your voice on the other end of the line. Particularly the way you go over and above for him. Sometimes you talk him down if he’s scared on a mission -whether on the ground or in the air-, you boost him up when he’s hopeless, and sometimes you’ll even just keep him company through a private channel on his long flights home. You’re even ballsy enough to call him out when he’s being a dumbass, which he respects, even if he doesn’t admit it at the time. Your voice is often his lifeline, his saviour, and he’s losing count of the number of times you’ve guided him back home. 

But when he’s face-to-face with you things are different. He can’t -for the life of him- get you to speak to him. It’s not like he hasn’t tried, of course. Case in point, the first time he spoke to you face-to-face, when you had just a couple of missions under your belt together, didn’t go down so well. He’d sidled over to your table in the canteen, thinking that he wouldn’t mind grabbing lunch and introducing himself to this (cute) new recruit he’d laid eyes on.

“Hey. Can I sit here?” he asks with a broad smile. “I don’t think we’ve met?”

“Yes, Commander Dameron.”

He recognises your voice instantly, suddenly turning goofy when he realises it’s you. “It’s you! From the comms!” he exclaims, with a succession of finger guns, cringing inwardly even as he does it, a heat slowly rising up his neck.

“Yes, sir. It’s me from the comms.” you slink away immediately, setting your empty tray down on the side without so much as a smile. He’s left sitting there alone, feeling like a bit of a buffoon, if he’s honest.

From then on, even in spite of that, he couldn’t stop wanting to talk to you. Your voice, the way you were with him on the comms already... did things for him, got him thinking about how he’d like to spend more time with you. But meeting you in-person, seeing how gorgeous you were, it had only cemented his attraction to you.

So, he tries again. And again. But no matter the situation, the topic, the time of day, the weather, you always seem to clam up and disappear, tight-lipped. For someone apparently skilled in communications there has definitely been some kind of break down between you. Maybe you’re just shy, he thinks; hopes, at first. But after a while he comes to the conclusion that you simply don’t want to talk to him unless you’ve been ordered to.

Finally, after months of pining, after becoming desparate to recreate the rapport he has with you over the radio, he just has to know what he’s doing so wrong. Did he piss you off? Is there something about him that you find deeply offensive? He needs to get you talking, and after some consideration, he figures out a way to do just that. At least, he has an idea and he prays it doesn’t make things any worse.

So, to implement his master plan, he approaches you in the canteen one day. He pulls you aside and softly asks if he can borrow you for a minute.

You clear your throat and respond stiffly. “Yes, sir.” 

He smiles thinly when you fail to call him Poe, yet again, but motions for you to follow him anyway. He leads you into a spare bay in the hangar -now cleared out while everyone dines or hangs out in the mess hall- and gestures for you to tak a seat in the chair opposite him. Seeing the nervousness, discomfort in your expression, your tense shoulders, he reassures you that there’s nothing to be concerned about. It’s just a comms exercise. Then, he passes you a little hand-held radio and asks you to close your eyes tight.

“What’s happening?” you say, clutching the device in your fingers, your brows furrowed in confusion as you perch on the edge of your seat, clearly unwilling to relax.

“I’m going to ask you a few questions. And I just want you to close your eyes and talk to me like I’m in the air, ok? Just imagine I’m in my X-Wing, and you’re in the control room.” he sees a soft, subtle smile pass over your lips, sees you visibly unclench, just a little.

Maker, he likes looking at you. It kinda makes his heart flutter. Great, and now he’s getting nervous; he hopes this isn’t another of his utterly dumbass ideas. Only one way to find out, as per usual. Dive in.

“Black Leader to Nav Six. Do you copy?” He calls out, then mimics the “kchhh” sound of the radio.

You hesitate, your lips twitching up at the corners, but you respond. “Nav Six, I copy.”

“Do the noise.” he prompts you, with a gentle whisper. 

You shake your head in confusion, flashing your teeth in a good-natured smile all the same. “Nav Six, I copy. Kchhh.”

“Black Leader to Nav 6. How’s your day going? Kchhh.”

 “It’s getting a little weird, over. Kchhh.”

Poe notices your nose crinkle in amusement. He finds it adorable, and can’t help but smile in response to you. “Ok, Nav Six, I got eyes on the prize.” You must be able to hear the smile in his voice, because you reciprocate with your own broad grin. He always swears you can detect the emotions in his voice better than anyone. Always know what he’s feeling, often better than he does himself. Maybe that’s why your face drops as his tone switches, becoming more serious. Again, you mirror his expression unconsciously. “I gotta ask, Nav 6. Why do you talk to me on the comms but never face-to-face. Over.”

The radio drops from your lips and your face scrunches in mild distress. He swears a flush creeps up your neck, your skin beginning to glow with a soft sheen. He watches as you let out an audible, nervous breath, but determinedly bring the radio back up to your mouth. “Your voice alone is bad enough and then face-to-face? I have to look at you too?!” you blurt out.

“Wow, OK. Kriff. Copy. Loud and clear. Black Leader out. Kchhh.” He sits back in his chair, defeated, face agape. Maker, he hadn’t quite expected you to be that blunt. But at least he had some answers now. Mission complete?

“No, wait! I mean...” you appear to clutch the radio a little more tightly, screw your eyes up a little further. He watches your shoulders rise as you suck in a slow, deep breath. There’s something more. Something worse?

Searching your face, he leans forward again in his chair, his voice soft and gentle. “Talk to me Nav Six. Over.”

After one more long inhale you blurt out: “I have a huge crush on you, Poe!”

Oh. Oh. It’s a classic case of mixed signals.

“What?! You do?!” he smiles in utter delight, a warm feeling spreading through his chest, giving him jitters. Happy beeps. Happy kriffing beeps. 

And now that you’re talking you can’t seem to stop.

Your hands are clasped together nervously, your shoulders practically tucked up next to your ears but you’re talking. “On the comms I can hide how I feel, a little, but in real life you’re so damn handsome and you smell too good and you make me so kriffing nervous that I can’t even speak.”

Now this. This he could work with. He scrapes his chair across the floor to come closer to you, and you bite your lip with apprehension as you hear the sound.

“Tell me more,” he encourages. “Why didn’t you say anything sooner?”

You huff a little. “I was trying to avoid you finding out because it’s embarrassing and... and there’s no way you can like me back.”

He just looks at you, checking you’ve finished your outburst. Unbelievable. You really have no idea how utterly perfect you are, do you? You gulp as he shuffles his chair closer to you once again. He must be close enough for you to smell him now, he estimates, as your nostrils flare slightly, your breath quickens a little.  

“Ok. Let’s review, Nav Six.” He can’t keep the smile off his face at the fact you still have your eyes screwed tight shut. “Some of that was correct- I’m handsome. I smell great. What I wanna know is why is there no way I can like you back?”

“You’re Poe Dameron...”

His eyebrows jump up in surprise and confusion. “What does that even mean?”

You laugh, hopefully realising how silly that sounds out loud. 

Then he simply asks you: “Open your eyes.”

“Nuh-uh.” you shake your head, nibbling nervously on that delicious lip of yours.

“Fine, if you really don’t want to see me when I tell you I do like you back.”

Oh, you open your eyes now. You open them wide.

His eyes crinkle at the corners as he finally gets to gaze into yours. He looks up at you from beneath his pretty lashes, a little more nervous himself now. “In fact, I like you so much that I don’t even mind if you get all spluttery and nervous. If this is any indication? Then, it’s adorable on you anyway, quite frankly.” He reaches out tentatively to take your hands in his, scraping his chair a little closer. “But one thing I do kinda mind” he says, dropping his voice a little into his throat “is not getting to talk to my favourite person and look them in their gorgeous face at the same time.”

You’re grinning. “Are you done? Do the noise.”

“Sorry, Nav Six.” He says, matching your grin. “Kchhh.”

You giggle, and he just looks ardently at you, drinking you in. He traces his thumb affectionately along your jaw line, under your chin, over your bottom lip.  Your breath hitches. 

“See, this is exactly what I mean..” you say, becoming evidently flustered.  “You ... you make me feel really... nervous.”

He leans in until his lips are almost on yours, enjoying the effect he’s having on you already. “Hmm, but I only wanna make you feel good, baby.”

Then he presses his mouth to yours, and suddenly... you’re giving him all the right signals.

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i hate you (but not really) pt4

draco malfoy x fem!syltherin! potter reader

part 1 | part 2 | part 3

summary: draco malfoy and harry potters twin sister have hated each other since they met. but in 5th year he comes to find that maybe he doesn’t hate her and the reasons he did end up be the things he loves

word count: 2k

warnings: fluff, a little angst, cussing

A/N: i am honestly really proud of this chapter and i’m really excited for the next two. i think there are only gonna be six parts but i really hope you enjoy this one. please like and comment suggestions or criticism and feel free to reblog!! also i have a lot of stuff coming out soon so stay updated and i’ll be posting a master list once i post more fics

it’s safe to say that i am in love with draco malfoy. these last few months have been ethereal. we took our time in getting to know every detail about each other, although it wasn’t necessarily by choice. it was a lot more difficult than we thought it would be to spend time together like a normal couple would do while hiding the relationship from everyone we knew and even those we didn’t. we decided very early on that it would be best to keep it a secret for now. if his family found out about us it wouldn’t end well for him and if my brother and godfather found out... it would end very early for him. it was actually fun keeping it a secret, always sneaking around the castle, learning everyone’s routines to keep away from prying eyes, and hiding away from other prefects and filch. we abused our prefect positions to help with the whole secret relationship which is exactly what we aren’t supposed to do as prefects but it’s justified in my mind.

we’ve been together in secret for 6 months now and i think we’re both tired of not being able to sit next to each other in the great hall, walk and in hand to classes, kiss when everyone was watching, and simply go to hogsmeade together like a normal freaking couple.

we went to my dorm room after dinner on thursday night and made sure no one saw him come in. i didn’t have any roommates , thank merlin, so we didn’t have to worry about that. we cuddle up next to each other just talking about anything and everything until he moved from underneath me to sit up, criss crossed, in the middle of my bed and spoke

“i think it’s time” he was being serious and goofy at the same time which was just adorable but i was stubborn and wouldn’t tell him that. i raised my eyebrows at his statement and questioned him.

“what are you talking about?” i tilted my head to the side, voice calm and unwavering. i knew what he was talking about but i was terrified. i also knew he would be right.

“i’m talking about us, about telling people, if it gets back to my parents i’ll just tell them it’s a silly rumor. the only thing we have to do is tell your brother” his voice trailed off at the end of his statement. telling harry was the terrifying part

“i want to tell people, i really do, but harry is going to be so unbelievably upset, you have no idea. not only have i been lying to him for the past 6 months, i’m also in love with his arch nemesis who he’s hated for the past 5 years. it’s not going to go well” i was talking animatedly with my hands.

“i know but we have to get it over with sooner or later, and it’ll only be worse if it’s later” he’s right. and i hate it. i sighed and laid back on my bed and pulled me next to him. “i know you don’t want to but it really won’t be that bad”

“what were the last words my brother said to you?” he chuckled but didn’t say anything and i knew it’s because it would prove my point. “exactly. he’s going to hate me” he was tracing circles on my arm and he kissed the top of my head

“he’s not going to hate you, trust me, i used to and we saw how well that ended” we both laughed, he always made me laugh when i needed it.

“i would say it ended rather nicely” i said with a smile tilting my face to look at his. he was smiling and i loved it. i took in his features and tried to suppress this moment to memory, trying to take a mental picture of him because he was just perfect. he looked down at me laying on his chest, looking at him with my e/c eyes and i just melted.

“it ended better than nicely in my opinion” he was smiling and it was beautiful. he leaned his head down to kiss me and the only words to describe this moment and every other i’d spent with him was perfect.

-

here it goes. time to tell harry. or not. let’s not. dammit i cant, i promised draco i would do it. harry would usually keep me updated on their common room password so i could hang out with them or study away from the slytherins so i made my way to the portrait hole. i said the password and walked in. sure enough harry, hermione, and ron were at a couch, hermione doing homework while harry and ron talked. upon hearing someone come in they lifted their heads and smiled when they saw me.

“y/n! hey i’ve barely seen you all day where have you been?” harry asked. he hadn’t seen me all day because i was so nervous about telling him that i avoided him like the plague.

“oh you know, classes and prefect stuff has been keeping me really busy lately” i nodded fondling with my hands awkwardly

“tell me about it, i’ve been studying nonstop and i think i might fall over at any given moment.” hermione was exhausted and you could hear it in the way she spoke while she scribbled with her quill.

“you alright y/n? you look flustered” ron showed concern on his face and he was right, i am very flustered, but he gave me a segue.

“listen i actually need to tell you three something” this caught their attention and hermione put her quill down as they lifted their heads up

“what’s up?” harry asked

“okay so you have to promise me to be calm...at least at first, and don’t get mad right away because i’ll explain everything” they all looked so worried but i knew they weren’t expecting what i was going to say.

“y/n what’s going on?” harry questioned.

“promise me. all three of you. you have to promise”

“okay we promise” hermione stated and the boys nodded in agreement. i let out a breath and decided to get it over with

“so... i um..” i sighed “i’m dating someone” their faces lit up at this, harry looked excited but concerned at the same time

“who is it?! why didn’t you tell us you liked someone? when did this happened?” ron questioned before anyone else could get a word out. he was happy for me, you could hear it in his voice, and it warmed my heart but in a few seconds he wouldn’t be so warm.

“okay this is the part where you can’t get mad” they nodded, and harry just wanted to know who was dating his sister. “umm, i- uh... okay. it’s draco malfoy” i said the last part quickly and i bit my bottom lip ready for the world to fall apart. hermione’s eyebrows furrowed and her mouth dropped. ron’s eyes were wide and he was blinking as he started daggers into me with his mouth agape, and harry didn’t skip a beat.

“what the hell do you mean ‘it’s draco malfoy’!” he stood as he spoke and he was trying so hard not to completely yell but he was so confused and on the verge of pure rage.

“i mean that i’m dating draco malfoy” i stated simply. he blinked and the other two stayed silent to let him react.

“NO YOURE NOT!!”

“yes i am, now if you let me explain-“

“THERES NOTHING TO EXPLAIN Y/N!” i looked at him with pleading eyes and he took a deep breath. “okay okay there has to be some rationality to this so explain what the hell is going on. explain to me why you’re ‘dating’ the most foul, evil, and terrible person we know. explain to me how you could do this. explain to me how this is supposed to be okay” he said angrily and quite loudly. i took a deep breath and looked away before meeting his eyes again

“he isn’t foul and evil and terrible actually” i stated calmly.

“HA!! right and voldemort didn’t kill our parents. how long has this been going on?” he was flinging his hands around as he talked. i looked at my feet “y/n... how long has this been going on?”

“six months.” i said quietly, but he heard me. his face dropped

“i’m sorry, what?” he blinked hard “you mean to tell me that you’ve been dating draco fucking malfoy behind my back for six months?! you’ve been lying to me for six months?”

“i didn’t know how to tell you. i knew you wouldn’t understand and we wanted to keep it a secret for a while” ron and hermione were listening intently to everything still in shock

“OF COURSE I WOULDNT FUCKING UNDERSTAND!!” he ran a hand through his hair and took another deep breath “y/n how, why would you ever be with him? how could you trust him? how could you trust anything he says? how could you excuse his behavior?” he had a point...but i had an answer. and one that he couldn’t dispute.

“i know he was horrible for the longest time but he never wanted to be. everything he did in the past was because of his father and he has hated himself for it his whole life, he’s wanted nothing more than to apologize. it’s not an excuse and he knows that, especially with everything he’s said to you” i looked at hermione “but that’s not him.” i spoke with a pleading tone trying to get them to understand that draco isn’t terrible and loathsome.

“and how can you believe all of that? how can you trust what he’s telling you?” i looked at all three of them before i answered

“because he took off his ring” their faces showed even more shock than when i initially told them that i was dating draco malfoy behind their backs for six months.

“he what?!” hermione asked.

“back in september he told me he liked me, i asked all the questions you did. i asked him how i could trust him, so he took off his ring. i saw draco for he really is and not what we all though him to be” i sighed while harry sat down took all of this in. knowing that draco was being honest and that he was actually kind is a shock for most at first. ron was still speechless

“i still just- i don’t know how to...process this” harry said after pulling his face out of his hands

“i know and i don’t expect you to understand and be totally excepting at first but once you get to know him for who he really is, you’ll understand.” ron finally spoke up next

“he really has left everyone alone all year, no bullying, pranks, nothing. i guess that makes sense now.”

“this is so weird” hermione said “i honestly can’t imagine him any other way than how we’ve known him”

“he’s actually the biggest dork ever. he’s sweet, and funny, and...just wonderful” i said. now that everything settled down i felt better. their responses were different because there was no lying when i was in someone’s mindscape. they had to believe what i said i saw in his head. i sat down next to harry and he spoke

“don’t go expecting us to be buddies anytime soon, but if you really say that all of this is true and he really is a good person underneath his... facade, i’ll trust you” i hugged him and hermione and ron joined in

“i love you guys” i said and a chorus of i love you too’s surrounded me. this went better than i expected and i knew draco would be happy that tomorrow we could walk into the great hall hand in and hand for the first time.

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