#because this song gave me goosebumps that it's so good and wonderful that no words would be enough to describe this work of art

[mel-loly]

-The Legend Won't Die.

[honeyedmiller]

American Jesus | Javier Peña

pairing: javier peña x f!reader

warnings: smut, literally just smut, smutty smut smut, and oh look, more smut! (also mentions of smoking, edging, defying religion???? [I guess if you wanna call it that or even say that???], cursing, pet names, no use of y/n... also, this is not meant to be disrespectful toward anyone's religion at all. just wanted to put that out there. so yeah. that's all I think). 18+. minors dni.

word count: 1.9k

*= i changed the lyric from green eyes to brown eyes for obvious reasons

based on the song 'American Jesus' by Nessa Barrett.

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He's got a cross on his neck, but he spends Sundays in my bed

Javier's cross necklace dangles in your face as he hovers over you, lips parted, pupils blown, as he moves his thick fingers in and out of you in a salacious manner. The sounds you're emitting from your throat are nothing short of erotic as you call out his name like a prayer, nails leaving plentiful scratch marks along his back.

"Look at you, cariño. You're a mess just from my fingers. Can't wait to find out what this cock will do to you." His voice is domineering, and you can hear the fucking smirk the bastard has on his lips. He's been edging you for the last fifteen minutes, and you were about to lose your shit if he kept this up. You ached for release, bad, and your impending orgasm was so hot and heavy in your core that tears started to well in your eyes at the near torture he was doing unto you.

"Fuck, Javi, please, please fucking let me cum." The tears fall down your cheeks, and he coos at you.

"Ay mi pobrecita. Since you asked so nicely." He presses the pad of his thumb to your sensitive clit, rubbing circles around it. His skilled fingers have you coming undone in no time, your orgasm ripping through you like a wave in the ocean. You're screaming his name, and there's no doubt his neighbors absolutely hate you both right now.

He's my blue jean little baby, with a halo on his head

"Quit staring at my ass, cariño." Javier warns, giving you a pointed look.

"What? Not my fault it looks good in those tight jeans." The shit-eating grin you toss his way makes him roll his eyes and shake his head. The light behind Javier gave him a specific glow on the top of his head, giving him a halo effect. The scene in front of you was ironic, really, because Javier was nowhere near an angel. Not with that fucking sinful tongue of his, that did so much more than just shit talk.

That same tongue had you calling out god's name with the way it worked its magic on you.

He's got lips like cherry wine, and cigarette smoke on his breath

Javier's lips were nothing short of addicting. Any chance you got to kiss him, you did. His plush lips always kept you in a daze, and drunk on the man that is Javier Peña. He never kissed you half-assedly, either. You often wondered if he kissed other women the way he kissed you, too.

"What's on your mind cariño?" His eyes are trained on you lost in thought, curiosity getting the best of him.

"Nothing, Javi."

"Don't give me that. Seriously, what's on your mind?" His hand grazes your thigh as he takes a drag of his cigarette.

"Do you kiss your other women like you kiss me?" You blurt out your previous thought without even giving it a once-over in your mind.

"There are no other women, baby. Not anymore," His hand is feather-light as it trails up your thigh, sending goosebumps down your legs. He removes the cigarette from his mouth before pressing his lips to yours with such neediness, never letting you get a chance to catch your breath.

Javier was a passionate man when he wanted to be, and goddamn did he never hold back when it came to you. His hand found its way to your core as he rubbed over the fabric covering you. You moaned his name out which to him, was heaven to his ears.

Before yanking your underwear off of you, he paused and whispered against your lips.

"Only you."

He's got pretty long brown hair, and brown* eyes that look like sex

Javier’s dark brown eyes are ardent as they roam over every inch of your body. His dark locks were a mess as he indeed looked very freshly fucked… because he was.

You’d just blown his mind with possibly some of the best sex he's ever had in his life. No one compared to you, and you made sure to let him know that. He was your man.

He was trying to catch his breath after what had to've been the fifth orgasm he's had tonight. You were a vixen tonight and nothing could've stopped you from pleasing your man, over and over and over again.

Javier had been incredibly stressed at work, and you knew he needed to take the edge off, so you were there to let him know you'd take care of him and his needs tonight.

Javier thought you were a god send. No woman had ever made him cum like that in his entire sex life, and fuck if he was going to ever let you go. Not only were you amazing in bed, but you showed him that you genuinely cared about him and his well-being, not just through sex.

His hooded eyes scanned your features, looking at you lovingly.

"Mine." Was all he said before pulling you to him, kissing your head and wrapping his arms around you before he drifted off into a much needed sleep.

Knees down at your altar, please don’t fail me now

"Fuck, corazón, you look breathtaking in that dress." Javier's eyes are ravenous once more as they rake over your body with absolute hunger. It was a hot day in Colombia, so the black flowy minidress you were wearing was fitting for the sticky weather.

Javier pulled you in by your hips so you were flush against his strong body. Your hands rested comfortably on his chest. You felt his elevated heart rate beneath your fingertips, and your own heart swelled at how you made him feel. He may not have always told you, but he definitely showed you.

Javier slowly sank to his knees in front of you, leaving you confused.

"What are you doing, Javi?" Your voice is meek as your own heart rate starts to pick up.

He doesn't say a word as he lifts the hem of your dress up, exposing your thighs and light pink thong you chose to wear for the day. One of his hands cradled the back of your thigh while the other held the dress up, and he moved his face to you to kiss your clothed core.

You moan softly at the feeling. Javier's eyes are full of determination as he hooks the hand that was previously holding your dress up into the hem of your underwear, pulling the cloth down your legs with ease.

"Javi, we're going to be late to dinner with Steve and Connie."

Ignoring your comment, he moans at the sight of your already soaked core, moving his head back to you and under your dress. He gently grabs the back of both of your thighs this time, coaxing you to spread your legs a little further. You have to put your hands on his shoulders to balance yourself.

He wasted no time indulging you as he licked a hot, wet stripe up your core. You gasped in shock, knees already wanting to buckle under you.

"Mm, baby you always taste so fuckin' good. Fuck." And he doesn't stop lapping you up and sucking your swollen clit until you convulse violently above him, causing you to sink to your knees as well.

"I've got you, corazón. Always."

You know all my secrets American Jesus, baby

"You're terrible at hiding your emotions, you know." Javier is watching you with an amused look, cocking an eyebrow up at you.

"Fuck off, Javi." You roll your eyes, and his gaze darkens.

"I'd like to fuck something, alright." His voice drips like pure venom as he watches your every move. You immediately feel an ache in your core at his words, and of course, your face shows it all.

"Too easy. I know all your secrets, baby, every last one of them." Javier chuckles at your disposition, an annoyed look overtaking your needy one.

You stick a middle finger up at him, rolling your eyes.

"C'mere, then, cariño. Don't keep me waiting."

Won’t you take me to Heaven tonight?

Javier snapped his hips at a pace against yours that nearly knocked the breath out of you. He always stretched you in such an intoxicating way, you almost wanted to stay like this forever.

"Look at you, cariño. Fucking you dumb on my cock and you're taking it so fucking well. That's it baby." Javier's voice was thick and full of lust, a sheen coat of sweat all over his body. His focus was solely on you and the inaudible moans coming from you as your jaw was slack and eyebrows were laced together.

He gripped your hips so hard you were sure he was going to leave bruises, but you fucking loved it. You were drunk on Javier's cock and he knew it.

He had you seeing stars with the pace he was going. It was ruthless, relentless, and almost unbearable, but the pain quickly subsided into pleasure every time he bottomed out into you.

You were convinced being with him like this, as rough and pleasurable as it was, was what heaven felt like and damn, you never wanted to leave.

You know you’re my weakness American Jesus, save me

"Javi," You're a panting mess just by his fingertips lightly brushing over your body.

"So needy, corazón." He was teasing you and having the time of his life while doing so.

"Please, I need you." The desperation in your voice almost made you want to cringe, but you couldn't help it. This man was your sole weakness and you'd be damned if you couldn't have him. He was so intoxicating. He was like a drug. Your drug.

His good looks and charming charisma are what had you wrapped around his finger... not to mention his soft side he only reserved for you. You were in love with it all, and even though he didn't know it yet, you had a strong feeling he felt the same way too.

You’re the greatest love of my life

You rested your head on Javier's bare chest as he stroked your hair lovingly. For the first time, he wanted to make love to you. He wanted to take it slower and savor you—your smell, your taste, the way your bare body felt against his—everything about you.

He was scared to admit it at first, but he knew that you'd be it for him. You're the love of his life. He never thought he'd be capable of love again after leaving his high school sweetheart at the altar, but here he is, head over heels for you and everything you are.

You made him so soft, but just for you. He wanted to take care of you, not just intimately, but support you emotionally and mentally. Hell, he could even see himself having kids with you, and that's something he was so sure of that he never wanted—until you came along.

He looked down at you in adoration, and figured this was the best time to admit his feelings for you. The fresh after-sex glow you had on your face was reserved just for him, and it made him weak in the knees.

"I love you, cariño." His voice is barely above a whisper, and if you weren't completely alert, you would've missed it.

You freeze, taking in his words carefully. This was a huge confession, especially for Javier. You completely melted into him, kissing the bare skin beneath you.

"Oh, Javi," Looking up at him with nothing but love in your eyes, you bring his lips down to yours. You kiss him softly before pulling apart, whispering against his lips, "Te amo para siempre."

He smiled softly down at you, and he knew then that he was hooked, forever.

American Jesus

[loserharrington]

Hm… Radio host Eddie

and College student Steve who can’t seem to study without listening to his favorite station

“For those just tuning in, you’re listening to station 6. I’m your host Eddie Munson, and I’ll be taking you on a late night ride. But first… this Changes by Black Sabbath. Enjoy.”

Steve had never favored the silence. It made him far too anxious to focus, and more often than not it caused the words of his small print textbooks to bleed together. He needed background noise. Something to fill the empty space of his dorm room.

Steve had never favored the silence. It made him far too anxious to focus, and more often than not it caused the words of his small print textbooks to bleed together. He needed background noise. Something to fill the empty space of his dorm room.

Steve came across the station purely by accident. It wasn’t even the sort of music he would ever listen to. Not really. It was a late night and Steve had a horrible sense of wrongness weighing him down. He was alone, and something in his brain wouldn’t tick quite right. He missed Indiana. He missed that hellhole, Hawkins. He missed Robin and Dustin and even his big empty house— And he missed Nancy, who he had to part ways with because their ideas for the future were far too different, far too opposing, and Steve knew it wouldn’t last. It wouldn’t last, so he ripped off the band-aid before it got too stuck there.

So, he decided to drown himself in his books, but not before searching for something, anything, to fill the silence. The hole in his chest that felt so wrong. But none of the channels seemed good enough, most of them reminding him far too much of home. He flicked through the stations one by one, searching.

He only paused when until he heard the host's voice. His voice that had a sultry tone, sharp pronounced words, and passion as if he was born for storytelling, for speaking, and pulling you in. And when some Rock ballad Steve didn’t recognize played, he didn’t change the channel. He pulled out his books and listened all the way through.

The first song was good enough. The words spoke to him. peered right into his soul, his current situation, and splayed it all out for him to hear on a random Thursday afternoon. Steve considered for a moment that the music could be for him. To send him a message, the message he had been searching for. It was odd how that worked. A pure accident that had led to something so good.

So he kept listening and it became a habit. Every day he’d tune in, listen to the host, Eddie, say the same line over again, and play some song that somehow, someway, spoke to Steve in a way that was almost eerie how accurate it was to how he felt at that moment.

Sometimes Eddie gave out a number for the listeners to call. Steve listened and waited, but nobody ever called. He wrote the number down in the margins of his book, saving it for later.

Station 6 seemed to be a Rock station, but Eddie rarely played anything too upbeat. They were all slow ballads, love songs, and aching tunes that gave Steve goosebumps. Perhaps it was because Station 6 only seemed to play late at night, or perhaps Eddie favored these sorts of songs regardless if the moon was there to hear them. Steve wondered more and more about the host as time went on, clinging to every short word he spoke between songs. He told stories of how he felt the first time he heard the songs, the small memories they evoked, and more little things that had Steve smiling to himself.

“For those just tuning in, you’re listening to station 6. I’m your host Eddie Munson, and I’ll be taking you on a late night ride. But first… this is Wasting Love by Iron Maiden. Enjoy.”

On a particularly lonely night, Steve decided to call. It only rang once before the line clicked and Steve’s heart leaped out of his chest.

“Hello—”

“You called!” Eddie shouted enthusiastically. “Finally!”

“Oh, uh. Were you expecting me?” Steve squeezed his eyes shut the moment the words fell from his mouth. Of course, he wasn’t, he scolded himself. Eddie was just excited because Steve was his first caller in weeks… maybe ever. He was just waiting for someone—

“You’re my only listener,” Eddie said softly.

“Oh.”

Eddie laughed and Steve hated the way it made his skin prickle. Almost loved it, too. “Yeah, oh. I was starting to think you were a ghost, man.”

“Well, I’ve called,” Steve said, twirling his pen between his fingers. He almost felt silly, talking to this stranger as if they were old friends waiting to hear from each other. He almost felt as if they were, as if they had known each other for months. Years. Eddie Munson didn't feel like a stranger. “Now what?”

“Well what’s your name, Ghost Man?”

“Steve,” he said simply. "Steve Harrington."

“Well, Steve. This song is for you.”

[jjungkooksthighs]

“My mother used to tell me stories about our ancestors. It was said that the first rulers of our kind, who were chosen by the gods, were given abilities no others possessed.” Your mate tosses the soiled dressings into the bowl before he reaches for his splinted arm wrapped in bandages. “Abilities that made the rest of our kind lower their heads in awe.” He unties the knot you’d made out of the ripped fragment of your gown you’d affixed the wooden board to, and while he does, he tells you, “She told me that the king and queen of our kind were fated by their souls. That the first omega’s songs of mourning had so moved the gods when he’d been killed trying to protect her that they gave her the power to heal him through her kiss.”

Slumber drags you away from him, his voice fading the more it tugs and tugs you as he goes on. “So powerful was she that the other wolves revered her as a goddess in her capacity to mend and restore not only the physical body, but the soul and mind as well. And her king? He was vested by the gods who took pity on him with strength, speed, size, and stamina that no other could match.”

I am in utter awe of you, Athanasia! How you project the character's emotions and thoughts so strongly, with so much passion and unbridled sentiment, I will never know. I had goosebumps when I read this chapter! It was the perfect mix of angst, fluff, and fantasy. I'm usually not one to read or pick books with fantasy as a genre, but, COC is one of those few works that have captured my attention for the best of reasons. I am so, so happy you were able to post it. It shows that some part of you still believes in your talent and expertise. Cling onto that hope, because, trust me, you are absolutely wonderful at writing. There's a certain passion that you always deliver through the way you structure your sentences and choose your words. It's very very rare to see as an ardent reader. Your writing moves me. It always has, and it always will. I have no doubt. There's no way a person with so much passion toward writing could ever fail in it. Sure, there can be times when you feel like you aren't up to the mark, but, things will get better. It's easy to say, I know .. but, please, just trust the process. I've said this before, so, forgive me if this sounds repetitive, but, I cannot seem to wrap my head around how anyone could ever say your writing isn't good- hell, how it isn't one of the best! I absolutely loved the chapter! It had me tearing up, blushing, giggling, and I cannot wait for more! Just.. keep going. You're doing great, Athanasia. With lots of love, Lily.

Lily,

I think if being a hype woman could have an award for best one, you would certainly win it.

You have been so kind to me throughout my writing process and honestly, this chapter wouldn’t have been posted without your support. Part of the reason I waited so long to respond to this was because I just couldn’t find ways to express how I wanted to tell you what I felt.

I doubt myself constantly, as you know, and you’ve been there time and time again to pull me back up when I’ve fallen to the point that even I don’t think there will be a way to get back up again.

I wondered, ceaselessly, if I should post this chapter. I pondered, continually, how I would pick up from where I left off months ago. It hardly feels like it’s been months since my last post, but it has.

How time passes so quickly- and continues to hasten even faster- baffles me.

Though the hands of time have continued pushing on, you have made its passage one that is bearable.

Thank you for always believing in me. I wish I could find the words to express how thankful I am for you and your warm presence that makes dark days lacking of the chill that usually finds me.

I’m so happy you can find enjoyment in what I create and that I can give (even if it’s just a little) of that warmth that beams from you. Things are tough, but you are nothing if not determined to rise, just as the sun.

There is so much I wish I could say and so much more I want to convey if only I knew words that were meaningful enough to show you what I wish I could share with you.

You really are such a kind soul and I’m grateful that you decided to reach out to me so many months ago over the emotions that my story built up in you.

So, thank you. For so much more than your compliments here. For being here when so many others gave up on me. For sharing such detailed medical knowledge with me so that this chapter could be possible. For being so willing to listen to me when I wanted to throw you random ideas that I wasn’t even sure would ever make it to a document. For being a companion that I didn’t ever expect to find.

You deserve to have someone like the alpha in your life. Someone like Namjoon and Seokjin. It is my hope that my characters can fill those roles for you in the meantime.

I also hope you will continue to put your belief in me and that you continue to love my stories. You’re a gem. Really, you are. I’m proud to be mutuals with you!

[virgorisingmusic]

death of passion

I put on a wine red lip gloss at work the other day. It was the same shade my friend wore earlier that day. Her lips and mouth are shaped differently than mine - almost opposite. But even knowing that, I still wondered why I didn't look the same as her. 

The other night I had a dream that I was going back to school. I was going to apply to an English program, which is what I’ve thought about doing for a while. I think I squashed that idea because I didn’t know what I would want to do with that degree.

I don’t like wearing dark lipstick because it makes me look the way I looked when I was 14.

I get anxious when I leave the house without my favourite lipstick on me. I’ve avoided kisses in the past because I know it will come off and I will be exposed. I often think about how smoothly I’d walk through my day-to-day if my lipstick never rubbed off.

During the span of four years, I’ve been set to start four-year BAs in three different departments at UofW: Anthropology, History of Art, and Theatre and Film. I studied communications in 2020 stopped in 2021.

I wanted to be an actress in the spring of 2023. I spent a lot of money on online acting classes that were based out of a studio in Toronto; it was just a few blocks from my friend’s apartment at the time. 

My first assignment was a monologue from Erin Brockovich. I performed it for my class after two weeks of practising my lines and delivery, and some of my classmates told me that my performance gave them goosebumps. My second and last assignment was one of Anne Hathaway’s monologues from Rachel Getting Married. I read off a script with a rock in my gut as I performed the monologue to the class. After getting through the second half of the text, I knew I didn’t want to do it anymore. I gave up - I wasn’t any good and I felt too shy. 

“I’m too anxious and I can’t get into character. All I keep thinking about is if I look bad and if I’m doing well or not,” I admitted to my instructor.

He ghosted me on Facebook Messenger when I told him I didn’t think acting was for me anymore. I think he was either disappointed or he didn’t care because he had too many things to worry about. Maybe he was confused and wondering what happened - I know I was.

How do you even act? To act is to not act - is that what they say?

“An ounce of behaviour is worth a pound of words,”

and that sort of stuff.

It’s beyond me. Before I quit, I bought Michael Caine’s book “Acting in Film: An Actor's Take on Movie Making” at my old thrift store job and I read a few pages. I felt more inspired than I ever had before because I thought my new goal in life was to become a great actress and to be like Emma Stone or Julia Roberts. La La Land came out when I was in high school and everyone watched it but me. I watched it for the first time with Lauren and Jenna when we started doing wine + movie nights and they for some reason wanted to watch a musical every time. 

I was like,

“I will never watch Les Mis and I will never watch La La Land,” 

and I ended up watching both and loving them. I listened to I Dreamed A Dream around nine times in a row the day after watching Les Mis. I listened to it on YouTube because I wanted to watch the scene, too. I listened to it after getting off the bus to go to an employment program-thing. I was going through something at the time and it was really funny. 

★ Maybe you can listen to it in the background while you read the rest of this post.

“There was a time when men were kind...”

I watched La La Land twice and I cried even harder the second time around. I watched it again with my mom and I couldn’t get past Emma Stone’s first song because I couldn’t stop sobbing. I thought it was so beautiful that her character was following such a big dream - a dream I could’ve had if I was passionate or good enough. I was also on my period, so my mom and I ended up getting into a spat because she wasn’t interested in the movie and I was offended because it meant a lot to me at the time. 

I’ve felt passion, adrenaline and sureness in my bones only a few times. I felt genuine passion and sureness one evening in February of 2020. We played a show (the last one before the pandemic stopped the world dead in its tracks) and I had so much fun on stage that night. I felt so proud and sure of myself, that the second the set ended, I told everyone that this is what I want to do with my life.

I performed a few scenes in high school for a play called Love and Information by Caryl Churchill. The play has no set descriptions, props, characters, and almost no direction - just lines. We got to choose our own scenes and pull every detail from our imaginations. I think about it a lot and how passionate my class and I got about changing and adding little details in our scenes. I went back to the drama room close to the end of the school year and looked around at all the props in the back. There was a battered, armless doll leaning on a fake fridge behind the curtains. It reminded me of cooking in those toy kitchens in kindergarten. Plastic steaks and the sizzling sound the stove would make when you turned the knobs. Fake sink and empty cupboards. Fridge with plastic bananas and apples. I’d always want to play in the kitchen, but so did every other kid. It was a battle if you came to school wanting to cook a sirloin because every other child wanted to do the exact same thing. It makes me sad that I can’t remember more from back then.

I’m 22 and I’ve been trying to meal prep. I walk on the treadmill at 4.8kph and go to work 3-4 times a week. I spent $60 on groceries this week and accidentally marked them for pickup instead of delivery, so I had to ask my parents to pick them up for me because I can’t drive. I regret being mean in elementary school. I wore my cap too low on the back of my head at graduation. I love kissing. I budget. I will be 29 someday. My scalp is coming up with shiny silver baby hairs. I fry frozen dumplings in a real pan on a real stove.

Every kid in my kindergarten class got a pair of orange safety scissors on the first day of school and I hope my mom still has mine.

★

Emily

[walkthevalley]

I asked for water.

"What be troublin' ye?" Facebook wants to know.

Poison ivy. That's what be troublin' me.

See, on Sunday, I was in DESPERATE need of water. Natural water. Something in my spirit needed to be in natural water to just chill out and r-e-l-a-x. I needed natural water to cleanse my energy because I was a MESS. Processed water would not do. Not a pool. Not a hot tub. Not a bathtub that I would feel weird if I didn't scrub out immediately beforehand (anybody else weird about that?) And certainly not a chlorine-drenched town pool with loads of people around--talk about counterproductive. But I wasn't sure where it would be safe AND secluded to swim in the White River, so I just spent half of Sunday antsy as ffffffffff, trying to meditate, smudge, smoke cleanse, listen to the soothing sounds of gentle waves on a secluded beach--only to end up overstimulated and interrupted THREE TIMES. Plus, Dad interrupted said attempt at meditation are you kidding me to show me the impending thunderstorm. At first I was pissed because my quiet time was interrupted for like the twentieth time AND it was about to storm so no going to a river for me. Guess I'd just have to take a nap and hope I felt better. What else is new.

Then I realized, "You idiot, you asked for natural water and God's getting ready to literally pour it on you from the sky."

So I went outside and sat facing the storm, watching the mammatus clouds roll by, watching the jade-green sky flash every so often, feeling the temperature drop to a deliciously cool breeze scented with ozone and the promise of rain. And I waited. I sat in the grass out in the back yard, and I waited. And I considered the Heavens. And I thought of the line from a favorite Casting Crowns song, "In the storm is where you'll find Me." And I waited for the rain I'd asked for. Ants were crawling on my feet and trying to crawl up inside my clothes, gnats were wondering what was good to eat, and a biting fly even said hello nice to eat you.

But I said, "I'm not leaving until I'm soaked with rain."

A few sprinkles here. A drop or two there. And I thought, "Is this it? Is this all You got? I asked for rain. I'm not leaving until I get rain."

And it was almost as if I was asked, "How bad do you want it?" In other words, how long was I going to wait before I gave up and went back inside to continue being antsy, irritable, overloaded, and angry? How soon before I received my blessing was I going to quit?

"I'm not going back inside until either I'm soaked or the storm has passed without rain."

"Well okay then." Then the rain started to come down.

And it came down. And down. And down. And it poured. And pretty soon my cardinal red shirt was dark maroon, and my messy hair was curling up at the sides, and my skin was beaded up with the cool water. It felt good. It felt amazing. It was cleansing. It was resetting. It was magnificently pure. I breathed in deep and sighed out hard, letting the purest natural water wash away my chaotic energy and heavy mood.

And there, soaked through to dripping, skin prickling up in goosebumps from the chill, I laughed. No reason. I just laughed. I laughed because I was lightened enough to be able to laugh. I had returned to my first work. I had found the reset and cleansing I needed. It was rest for my spirit and a bath for my soul. No ceremony. No sermon. No religion. Just the purest communion of a human with Creator by way of nature.

I asked God for natural water, not expecting to get anything.

He sent me a rainstorm.

I got the poison ivy and bug bites on my own.

[finelinevogue]

Hey could u do a blurb of someone probably Mitch or sara or Jeff or Lambert walking in on reader and Harry backstage having sex? Like reader would be so embarrassed and Harry would take it very lightly. And the person walking in teases them all the time about it. Thank you so much. Love 💟💟💟💟💟💟💟💟 ur writing.

anon: What about Post-concert love making?

okay so i guess we’re doing this *smiles cheekily* ;

The “whale” was back.

Right at the end of Kiwi, Harry filled his mouth with cool water and sprayed it into the air like a fountain of energy, later it would look like a fountain of love as captured on camera by a fan.

Harry ran off the stage, fans following closely behind in what looked like a stampede almost. He grabbed a black mask from one of his security guards and put it on whilst he started running off backstage. He waved to a couple of fans and blew kisses to as many people as he could, still so very high on adrenaline. When he saw you in his line of vision, his adrenaline only increased. He thought about all that he was about to do to you and swore his cock had never ached so desperately.

He ran past you, grabbing tight onto your hand as he did so forcing you to run with him. Luckily for you, you were only wearing trainers so didn’t feel like you were about to fall over in heels.

“What….” You laughed, not knowing whether Harry could even hear you behind your mask but you underestimated him.

“Just come w’me.” He pulled you further backstage, passing Jeff along the way.

“1 hour before we leave.” Jeff made clear to Harry, knowing your boyfriend had a track record of not keeping an eye on time when it came to intimate activities with you.

“Got it!” Harry shouted back as he continued to run, you behind him.

“1 hour!” Jeff shouted again, emphasising every syllable. Harry laughed and waved him goodbye as he rounded a corner with you.

You both ran down the corridor and took another left, before Harry punched in the code to his dressing room door rapidly and pushed you both in so fast everything was a blur of bodies and pink. Because yes, Harry’s outfit was pink. As soon as the door shut behind you, Harry pushed you against the door, unhooking your mask and throwing it in the bin - same with his, before smashing his lips to yours. His lips were sweaty and the unshaved hairs were bristly against your mouth, but you loved it so fucking much.

“Fuck baby.” He leaned against your lips, pinning his hands either side of your head on the door as his lips took control over yours. His body was a distance away from you, but you pushed yourself into him by gripping the back of his neck and caving yourself into him. He felt so good against you. His body so wet and hard. His torso was glistening in the golden light and he looked so much like a God.

“Did so good tonight, babe.” You talked against his lips.

“Ssh ssh.” Harry whispered, making you stop for a brief moment to listen to him, “Praise me later, love me now.” And you smashed your lips back onto his, pulling yourself even further onto his body so his arms had to go around your waist to support you both. His hands felt warm and flush against your cooler skin and it gave you so many goosebumps it was unnatural. He lifted you up with the strength of his muscular arms and carried you over to the dressing table, kissing you continuously. He put you down safely in a clear spot and untangled his arms around your waist to spread open your legs. Lucky for him, you were wearing a skirt.

His face looked up at yours and smirked. That damn smirk.

“Gonna ruin you m’heart.” How could his words me so corrupted and so sweet at the same time? You didn’t have much time to continue mentally answering that question though, as his fingers pulled aside your panties and his tongue was straight to licking you dry.

“Shit!” You screamed out and Harry brought his other hand up to cover over your mouth to keep you quiet, not needing this moment to be disrupted by someone barging in because they thought something was wrong.

“Shut up and take it like the good girl you are.” He whispered against your sensitive pussy, making your folds flutter and your insides swarm with butterflies. No one could ever make you feel the way your Harry did. Ever. “Taste too good.” He moaned against you, swirling his tongue all over you. In and out. Up and down. He concentrated on your clit until he could feel your legs already beginning to shake. Clearly you had already been close to your release just by watching him perform. He felt the same way just looking at you whilst singing songs like Watermelon Sugar and She.

His tongue destroyed you, pulsing in and out of you so fast until you could barely remember where you were. He was too fucking good at this, no wonder he wrote a song about it.

He left your cunt alone, standing up and making you whine in annoyance. His hand de-clamped from your mouth and he gave you a look like you thought too little of him if you thought he would just leave you this high and no release.

“H, please.” You begged, giving him your best puppy eyes. You were too focused on his hungry expression for you to notice that he was undoing his pants and boxers, letting his cock spring up against his chest. It was the wet noise of his cock hitting his toned abs that made you look down, gasping when you did. It was so thick and the veins were pulsing so proudly. You were so desperate for it, your pussy between your thighs wanting some sort of attention.

“See what you do to me?” He asked rhetorically but you nodded anyways, licking your lips as you looked at his throbbing cock eagerly.

“Want you.”

“Yeah? Y’want me and m’cock?”

“Please.”

He shifted himself forwards slightly, pumping his cock ready in one hand whilst pushing your panties to the side with his other. You moved forwards on the vanity so that you were perching on the edge. The first tip of his cock at your entrance made you breathless, jumping when you felt that sensitive connection between you two.

He pushed himself in slowly, making sure he filled you up completely. He took it slow so you could feel every vein and ever pulse of his cock, making you moan so deliciously when he was balls deep in you. You rested your palms on the vanity behind you and breathed out heavily to catch your breathe from this highly euphoric moment. Harry didn’t wait until you were ready to start pumping into you, pulling himself out of you only to forcefully thrust himself back in.

“Fuck.” He mumbled under his breathe, as one of his hands went to steady you at your waist whilst the other one picked up your thigh and rest it on his hip so he could angle himself better - deeper.

“Feel s’good.” You moaned out between your cries of ecstasy, trying to keep as quiet as possible.

“Feel even better wrapped around m’cock, baby. Been wanting this all night.” He continued to thrust harshly as he spoke, giving no room for adjustment but plenty for pleasure. You felt so good that you never wanted this to end. “The things you do to me… makes me wanna fuck you breathless.”

“Then do it.” You challenged him.

He took you up on that challenge, thrusting into you quicker than he had before and deeper too. You felt him in the pit of your stomach and man did he feel incredible. The wet sounds of skin slapping filled the room and you rolled your head back in the high of it all. Harry took this opportunity to lean forwards and kiss at your neck as much as he could, biting his love into your skin and staining his lips there so everyone knew you were his. He was so believably territorial sometimes. His pace was hard and fast, you high approaching quickly.

“Y’gonna cum, hm?” He asked, already knowing it was a yes.

“Please, need to. Please.” You begged him, moving your arms off the vanity and up around his neck to be closer to him. The movement made you both moan at the difference it made to your pleasures, feeling so warm and desired within the moment to thinking about much else.

“Yeah? Then cum f’me. Only f’me.”

“Just f’you.” You whispered, before kissing him tight as your orgasm overtook you, knowing your moans would’ve been overtly loud otherwise. He kissed you back with so much passion, you couldn’t work out whether it was love or lust or maybe both.

You felt cloud high.

Your lips parted and you both were trying your hardest to breathe, listening to each others heartbeat to sync up and calm down together. Harry kept pecking your lips as his release was still pulsing into inside of you, coating you with his thick cum that you’d no doubt be told to keep in you until he got you to the hotel room to lick it out. Your release left your toes tingling and your head empty, well apart from the dirty thoughts about the wonder man in front of you.

“Well that was—”

The door swung right open and in waltzed Jeff. Harry covered your body with his, still so deep inside of you. You tucked your head into Harry neck to hide you of this terrible and embarrassing moment. Harry’s arms tensed around you at the thought of someone seeing you right now, even though he was the one with his trousers down to his ankles.

“Jesus fuck…” Jeff shouted closing the door behind him over as he walked straight back out. “Lock the door next time.”

“What do you want?” Harry shouted, keeping you firmly encased in his protective hold.

“Plans changed. Need to go now.”

“How about 5 minutes?” Harry asked, knowing he needed some time to wash you clean and make sure you were alright to walk.

“Fine. But that’s all.” Jeff shouted and then you heard him walk away.

“That did not just happen.” You tried to convince yourself, laughing into Harrys neck.

“Just can’t help myself around you, can I?” Harry laughed, kissing the side of your head before he knew he had to get you two ready. Jeff would be back if not and he didn’t need his manager to see him buried deep inside of his girlfriend again.

[drabbles-mc]

Disaster Dates: Karaoke Night

Tig Trager x F!Reader

Disaster Dates Masterlist

This prompt from This List: Person A and Person B go out to a bar not realizing that it’s karaoke night and all the other patrons are drunk, singing terribly, and keep pressuring Person A and Person B to sing a song together.

Warnings: language, alcohol

Word Count: 3.2k

A/N: I know this was on the “Disaster Date” list but honestly I feel like this is the exact opposite of a disaster 😂 I had far too much fun writing this one. Also, the more I work on these, the more I realize I just thoroughly enjoy writing little moments with these guys in happy, healthy relationships. The build-up to the date is just as enjoyable for me to write as the date itself haha. Hope y’all enjoy!

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You’d finally convinced Tig to go out for date night. While you weren’t usually the type to have a problem with just staying in and enjoying each other’s company, you had to admit that sometimes it was nice to have an excuse to go out and spent some quality time together. More specifically, time out together away from the clubhouse and all of the people inside.

It wasn’t that you didn’t like the club—you loved them, truly. If it weren’t for them you wouldn’t have crossed paths with Tig in the first place. They were fun to hang out with, to party with, but it was no secret that they weren’t really the crowd anyone would want to roll with on a night when you just wanted some time to spend with your partner. Tig knew that, too, for as much as he gave you a hard time about not wanting to go to the clubhouse.

“It’s just another bar,” you said with a laugh as you pulled a cute tank top down over your head, “so you don’t even have to dress up.”

“If it’s just another bar,” Tig called back from the bathroom, “why can’t we just go to the clubhouse?”

Rolling your eyes, you dug around your dresser for a pair of jeans, “Because you already agreed to go wherever I picked for date night, that’s why.”

He was fully ready to keep bickering with you when he got to the doorway of your shared bedroom, but all the words got lost somewhere between his brain and his mouth as he watched you looking for a pair of pants in just your tank top and underwear. Rather than a witty remark or a slick comment to keep the pointless argument going, all that came out was a low whistle.

You smiled and shook your head even though you weren’t looking at him. If there was anything that could be said about your relationship with Tig, it was that you never had to wonder if he still wanted you. The man never passed up an opportunity for a flirty comment or a tempting touch. And you loved it, no matter how many times you tried to pave over your enjoyment with a faux look of annoyance.

He walked up behind you, running his fingers lightly up the backs of your thighs until he reached your hips. Wrapping his arms around you, he pulled you back against him with a soft laugh, “We could just do date night right here, you know.”

You laughed, but even through your laughter you knew he could hear that you found the idea just a little tempting. Sighing, you leaned back against him so you could get a good look at his face, “You can’t seduce your way out of date night.”

He chuckled, “You sure?” his hands crept towards the front of your underwear’s waistband.

Despite the goosebumps that were rising all over your skin, you nodded and attempted to step away from him just a little, “I’m sure. C’mon,” you playfully swatted his hands away, “You promised.”

He let out a sigh of resignation, “Alright, alright. I promised.”

He was always ready before you, but over the months of the two of you being together, he’d gotten much more patient waiting for you to get ready. He was always a man on the go, but he had learned to sit back and just enjoy you wandering around the house half-dressed as you got yourself together for whatever your plans were. He watched you shimmy into your jeans, leaving them unzipped and unbuttoned as you walked over to pick out the jewelry you wanted to wear for the night. You always loved cracking jokes about how Tig wore more rings than you. Every now and then he’d come back with a comment to the effect of, “There’s only one ring you gotta worry about wearing, sweetheart.” To which you always promptly replied, “I’ll believe that when I see it.” You weren’t in any kind of rush for that kind of thing, but if he opened the door for those kinds of comments you weren’t above walking right through it.

“Alright,” you were finally doing the button and zipper on your jeans as you looked in your closet for the shoes you wanted to wear, “I’m ready.”

Tig knew better than to believe that, though, “Sure,” he laughed as he sat down on the edge of the bed, making himself comfortable while he waited.

“I am!” you laughed as you dug around for a specific pair of boots, “I just gotta get my boots on and I’m good to go.”

“If you say so,” even though you weren’t looking at him, you could hear his smirk.

A couple minutes went by before you spoke up again, “Tig, baby, I need your opinion.”

He was lying on his back on the bed, legs still dangling off the edge of it, “On what?”

“Which ones?” you stood in front of him, a different boot on each foot.

He sat up, looking and it seemed like he was actually putting some thought into what he was going to respond with. With a slow nod, he said, “Tall ones.”

You smiled, nodding, “I should’ve known,” you pulled the other boot off and chucked it into the closet before sliding into the other tall boot. Turning back around to him, you held your arms out, “See? I’m ready.”

Getting up off the bed, Tig couldn’t stop himself from smiling and shaking his head, “You are. Makes one of us.”

Rolling your eyes, you pushed him towards the bedroom door, “Oh stop, it’s gonna be fun. We’re just going out for drinks, Trager. That’s something you’re good at.”

He laughed as he let you continue to push him through the house towards the front door. He grabbed his kutte and his bike keys as the two of you walked, and you couldn’t help but to feel a wave of excitement go through you. No matter how many times you hopped on the bike behind him, it never really got old. You were more comfortable now than you had been when you first started seeing him, but the novelty of it had yet to wear off.

“All good back there?” he gave your thigh a squeeze.

Wrapping your arms tighter around his middle, you pulled yourself closer to him, “All good.”

“Where’s this place again?” he asked as the bike roared to life.

“On the less shady side of town,” you replied with a laugh as he rolled out of the driveway.

He laughed, “Sounds boring.”

The ride there was quick, quiet outside the sound of his motorcycle. Charming wasn’t an overly busy town to begin with, but the two of you had left late enough to miss any traffic that would’ve been clogging up the streets. The parking lot of the bar was mostly full, and you supposed that that was pretty typical for a Saturday night. You chuckled a little when Tig realized that he wasn’t going to get preferential parking the same way he did at the clubhouse. He mumbled a few comments under his breath as he put the kickstand down on his bike and it was impossible not to be a little amused by him.

He tucked your helmets away as you adjusted your top and fixed your hair. For all the grumbling he’d done about going somewhere new for your date, he couldn’t pretend that he didn’t like seeing you getting all dolled up and excited about new things, even if it was just getting drinks at a bar that you’d never been to before. There were a lot of reasons to love you, and this was just another thing on the list.

“Ready?” you flashed him a smile.

“You are,” he shrugged, “that’s good enough for me.”

You smiled, shaking your head at him as you slipped your hand into his, “C’mon, grumps. It’s gonna be a good time.”

The two of you walked in together, and were immediately met with sounds that weren’t anything like what you were expecting. You expected a bar to have music. And, while you weren’t necessarily thinking that this place would be playing the same kind of music you heard at the clubhouse, you weren’t expecting to walk in on the scene that you did, either.

“What the fuck is this?” Tig couldn’t stop himself from asking.

“It looks like—”

“Did you bring me to a fucking karaoke bar?” he had to laugh.

“I don’t think…” you looked around, and sure enough, the board where most places would put their specials, had written on it, Karaoke, first Saturday of every month! and all you could do was laugh, “Shit. Yea, look,” you nudged him and gestured to the sign.

“It’s not too late to turn around,” he offered.

“Hell no,” you laughed, “We get drinks and a show now. C’mon,” you tightened your grip a bit on his hand and pulled him deeper into the bar in search of a booth or table that would give you a good view of the trainwreck.

“Here,” you motioned for him to sit at the high-top table close to the bar, “I’ll grab us a couple beers.”

He was about to tell you not to leave him in the middle of all these drunk people who were gearing up to spend their night poorly singing songs that he loved, and would no doubt have a distaste for by the time the night was over, but you were already gone. Letting out a deep sigh, he sat back in his chair and tried to get a better idea of who was in the bar. No one really seemed like they were the type to give either of you any trouble, but Tig never put anything past anyone.

“Here,” you slid the glass to him before taking your seat next to him.

“You’re not gonna sit across from me?” he asked, a confused expression on his face.

“And miss this shitshow?” you gestured to the two friends up front singing horribly off-key before taking a sip of your own drink, “No way.”

“Pretty sure they say only serial killer couples sit on the same side of the table or both or whatever.”

You shrugged, “Yea, well…you know,” you laughed.

He couldn’t even try to stop himself from laughing. Even though it wasn’t about to be the night that either of you imagined it was going to be, he figured that if he was going to enjoy it with anyone, it’d be you. He draped his arm around your shoulders, smiling more at the amusement that you got from watching it all happen rather than all the people surrounding you.

There was a lull in people volunteering to go up and sing, and that was the first time that the two of you got called out. A girl who clearly should’ve been cut off a few shots ago waved at you from the small makeshift stage, “Hey! Couple in the back! By the bar!” you looked around before motioning between you and Tig, and the girl nodded excitedly, “Yea, you! Come up! Do a duet!”

You laughed, shaking your head, “Pass. Thank you, though.”

“Come on!” the girl pleaded, “It’ll be fun!”

“Then you do it!” Tig called back.

You choked back a laugh, and you would’ve felt bad if his comment had affected the girl at all, but she seemed perfectly unbothered as she took his advice and picked another song to sing.

“Would you?” you asked him once the song started up.

“What?”

“Would you go up there and sing?” your curiosity was written clearly all over your face.

“Baby, I would take a bullet for you. And I would rather do that, than go up there in front of all these people and sing karaoke.”

You burst out laughing as you leaned into him, “Stop. You’re not serious.”

“Dead serious,” he shook his head before taking a sip of his beer.

“What if I get you a little drunk first?”

“Gotta be more than just a little for that.”

You rolled your eyes with a smile, “I think you’re exaggerating. I bet you’d actually have fun.”

He smirked at you, “Guess we’ll never know.”

You had to laugh. All of the things that you’d seen Tig do over the years of knowing him, and karaoke was where he drew the line? You just didn’t buy it. You were willing to bet that he actually got really into it and he just didn’t want you to know. Regardless of how good or bad he was, you knew that there was no way it would be the most embarrassing thing that you’d ever seen him do.

It became a game, almost comical, really, for everyone to try and get the two of you up onto the stage. And while you would really rather do almost anything else than go up there and sing karaoke in front of a bunch of strangers who were pretty much plastered, the fact that Tig was so adamant about not doing it made you want to go up there. The later it got, and the more everyone else around you drank, the more pressure they put on the two of you. Honestly, you were surprised that Tig was keeping it together at all—you were certain that he would either get up to leave or start a fight with the next person who pushed the issue. Maybe he was really just trying to keep it together because it was date night.

“Alright,” a very sober-sounding voice came from the stage, “we have time for one more song before we shut it down up here.”

Even if everyone wasn’t actually looking at you, that’s what it felt like. Looking over at Tig, you smiled, “C’mon, it could be fun!”

His eyes widened a little bit, “Seriously?”

You nodded excitedly, “Seriously! We might as well, right?”

He leaned back in his chair, searching your face as if he was trying to figure out just how serious you were about it. Like you’d ever joke about something like this. He knew that there wasn’t any getting out of it, after all, this was your date night.

“One song,” he got up out of his chair.

You were beaming, jittering with excitement as you hopped off your chair as well, instantly grabbing his hand and dragging him towards the little karaoke stage before he could change his mind and try to make a break for it. The amount of drunken cheers and applause made it impossible not to laugh as the two of you picked a song to do. You let Tig choose, figuring it was the least you could do since you were the one forcing him into the whole thing anyway. However, you couldn’t help but to notice that he navigated through songs with an impressive amount of ease, skimming faster than you would’ve been able to. It only confirmed your earlier thought that maybe he had a bit more of a knack for karaoke than he wanted to admit to you.

He finally stopped at one, looking at you for confirmation before picking it. The smile on your face grew impossibly bright as you nodded. You weren’t sure what you were expecting him to choose, but you were excited and impressed with his choice.

As soon as the opening notes of Ain’t No Mountain High Enough hit the air, the entire bar erupted into cheers and applause. Tig figured that if he was going to do this, he might as well make it all worth it. Had he sung this song an embarrassing number of times during impromptu karaoke nights at the clubhouse? Maybe. Was his duet partner almost always Juice? Also maybe. But he wasn’t going to tell you that—not yet.

If there was anyone in the world that you assumed would absolutely kill it at karaoke, it would’ve been Tig. All the events of the night aside, there was just something about the chaotic energy that he put off, the reckless abandon that he had that made him a perfect candidate for something like this.

And he didn’t disappoint.

You were fairly certain that he didn’t look at the screen a single time. You held your own alright, or you did as well as you could between the laughs. He knew how to put on quite the show, which is also something that you shouldn’t have found surprising. You wondered if the dance number was improvised or something that he had rehearsed with whoever else he usually dueted the song with. Either way, he was effortlessly moving around you and spun you as though he’d done it a million times before.

By the time the song was over, you were out of breath. Whether it was mostly from singing, laughing, or Tig’s antics, you didn’t know. It was the best you’d felt in a while though. You knew for a fact that you were going to be picking his brain about the entire thing once the two of you got home. You had far too many questions and not enough answers.

All of that could wait, though. The two of you had just put on the karaoke finale of a lifetime, and the crowd reacted accordingly. You looked over at Tig, and both of you had the look in your eyes that said that this was the closest the two of you would ever be to being rockstars, so you might as well soak it up while you had the chance.

While the original plan might’ve been to make a beeline for the door the second the song ended, the two of you ended up sticking around for another round of drinks. Things were quieter now, but the energy of the place was still buzzing. The two of you made your way back to your table, and it was impossible to get through more than one sentence at a time without breaking down into laughter.

“You know,” you reached over and rested your hand on his thigh, “if your goal tonight was to make sure I never brought you to another karaoke night, you did not succeed.’

He chuckled as he finished off his beer, “This gonna be your pick for date night forever now?”

“Maybe not forever,” you laughed, “But definitely the first Saturday of every month. Who knows?” you gave his leg a light squeeze, “Couple months of this and then we can take this show on the road.”

Laughing, he pulled you tight against his side and kissed the top of your head, “Can’t get mad at me about the groupies, then.”

Shaking your head, you couldn’t help but to laugh, “You’re something else, Trager. Always full of surprises.”

“You think that’s surprising, you should see the other guys.”

“Oh, believe me,” you looked up at him, “it’s gonna be my new mission to find where the karaoke machine is hidden at the clubhouse.”

“No one is gonna tell you, baby,” he smirked.

“I’ll figure it out somehow.”

“That means you’re gonna have to sing too, you know.”

You shrugged, “Fine. I got a good duet partner—I’ll be fine.”

[literallymitch]

𝐓𝐫𝐮𝐭𝐡 𝐨𝐫 𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐞 || 𝐕.𝐃.𝐀

requested: yes

prompt: fluff 20 “i’m not playing truth or dare.”

pairing: Victoria De Angelis x Fem!Reader

word count: 1k

what kind of content: fluff

warnings: it gets a bit heated but nothing major

a/n she looks so cute in that gif :(

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“She” by Harry Styles blasted through the speaker that stood on the coffee table. You could hear Vic softly singing along while you painted her nails. Today was your monthly sleepover, where you would watch shows, talk for hours and do all the things best friends would do. The two of you have been best friends for years now. Even though you had to admit, that over the past few months, you started to develop feelings for the blonde girl. Just as the song ended, you also finished painting Vic nails.

“I love it so much, thank you Y/n/n (your nickname).”

“I literally just painted your nails black but thank you.” you said smiling, while you closed the nail polish bottle.

“Well yes, but no one paints them as good as you min kære”

“You’re very welcome then. What do you want to do now? I can get some snacks from the kitchen, and then we can continue watching Elite.” you recommended

“As nice as that sounds, I’d rather play truth or dare. That’s more fun!”

“I’m not playing truth or dare, Vic.”

“Why it’s fun, and we always watch shows or movies. Let’s change things up  a bit.”  she gave you puppy eyes. How could you say no to that?

“Okay fine. I mean, it’s going to be boring since we already know everything about each other, but go ahead.” you gave in.

She clapped her hands, smiling. You just jokingly rolled your eyes. The bassist grabbed your phone to change the playlist, because apparently you need something more “fun” to play truth or dare. While she searched for a fitting playlist, you got up to grab some snacks. When you came back, Vic was already waiting for you.

“Okay, go ahead then.”, you said while opening a pack of M&Ms.

“Truth or dare Y/n?” she asked you excited.

“Truth.”

“Do you have a crush on someone?”

You could feel your heart starting to beat faster. There was no way she noticed. Or maybe she did? The anxiety started to build up in your body, but you tried to play it cool.

“Vic, if I had a crush on anyone, I would’ve told you already. You know that.” you  lied.

“Fine, fine, I choose dare, tho.”

You had to think for a second, to come up with something. That’s one of the reason you hate this game. You are way too uncreative to come up with interesting questions or funny dares.

“Ok I dare you to lip sync for your life.”, Vic gave you a confused expression, but then she started to laugh.

You chose a song for her to lip sync to and played it. Vic started to dance and lip sync to the song. Her attempts to copy moves drag queens usually do, made you laugh so hard your stomach started to hurt. When the song finished, both of you were out of breath. You from laughing so hard and Vic from dancing her ass off. The two of you shared a look and started to laugh again. Through all the laughing, you didn’t notice how Vic started laughing, but admired you instead. The way you were laughing, was like music to her ears. There was nothing that made her happier than seeing you happy.

“O-Okay, I think I’m done now, I think. I choose dare now.” you said, still trying to catch your breath.

Vic looks at you for a second. Hesitating if she should actually dare you to do the thing she had on her mind. The thing that was on her mind for a while now. She gave herself a push and told you your dare.

“I dare you to kiss me.”

“What?”, the shock was written all over your face. You didn’t expect her to say that.

“I said, I dare you to kiss me. It’s not like it would be the first time we’d kiss each other. But if you don’t want to, I’ll think of something else.”, she explained nervously.

She was right, you two did kissed before. Well, it was always more of a peck on the lips than an actual kiss. You really wanted to kiss her, but you weren’t sure why she dared you to it. Instead of overthinking, you just went with the moment.

“Yeah, no it’s fine.”

You leaned in to kiss Vic. Instead of a small peck. Like the ones before, it was an actual kiss this time. Your lips moved in sync and your mind went blank. The feeling this kiss end of in you was undescribable. She pulled you closer into her, deepening the kiss. Shortly after, you could feel her hand sneak under the shirt you were wearing. Feeling her hand on the bare skin of your waits gave you goosebumps. Suddenly, you heard your doorbell. Both of you parted annoyed. You got up t open the door, wondering who it was.

“Surprise!!”, Damiano shouted as you opened the door. Ethan and Thomas also stood behind him.

Vic joined you at the door now, looking just as confused as you.

“What are you guys doing here?”, she asked.

“Uhm, joining girls night? What else would we do here on girls night?” Damiano responded, making his way into your flat. After the other two also entered, you closed the door, giving Vic a confused look, but she also just shrugged.

“What are we watching today? We brought some champagne and popcorn.”, Thomas asked, peeking out of your kitchen.

“Elite, we were about to start right now.”, you answered him

He said something else, but you didn't hear it because Vic whispered something in your ear.

“I hope we can continue doing what we were doing. I mean, without me having to dare you.”

You nodded and you smiled at each other. Then you joined the others in the kitchen, acting like they didn’t just interrupt you. The rest of the night, you didn’t really pay attention. As the kiss with Vic was the only thing you could think about. You couldn’t wait to continue once the others were gone again.

[fablesofkitkat]

pov: keeping it casual with Shiggy and Dabi

warning: suggestive / lime af

DISCLAIMER: this doesn't belong to the [Cherry, I run] timeline nor [can the world cease to exist?] timeline. I didn't want to write this pov because I felt like I haven't done enough character analysis on both Shiggy and Dabi to write them in the same pov; but a friend told me if I keep pussyfooting over writing two characters at once, how can I practice versatility in writing?

everyone is in LEGAL AGE in this pov.

if you want me to tag you on any Dabi povs or Shigaraki povs I'll write, let me know

"You look like you're the life of a party."

Shigaraki takes a side glance at you and a subtle scan to your body. His eyes lighted with curiousity and appreciation with your choice of outfit: a high neck tank top mesh, a dark indigo fitch lace bralette, a black high waisted skirt that hugged your hips nicely and black stilettos.

"And you look like you're going to church." He gave you a smile, turning his whole body to you.

You and Shigaraki were both seated on the bar stools. There were still alot of seats available, not that it was still early, it's just that it isn't midnight yet and clubgoers were only starting to get in. He takes a sip from his drink, tasting the whiskey followed by a hint of sweetness, mixed with herbal, bitter notes.

You giggled. "Amen to that."

It was always nice to meet someone who understands sarcasm, you thought. Your eyes roamed his form appreciatively, his long sleeved shirt fitted him nicely and there was something so charismatic about the man, you couldn't quite put a finger on.

"Sazerac?" He offered, gesturing to his drink. You nodded and he waves the bartender down, buying it for you. "Tell me something, church little miss. Why me?"

"Hmm?" You distractedly watch the bartender prepare your drink.

"You're planning on sleeping with me. Why?" He takes another sip. "We both know interactions like this don't end as innocent."

You demuredly smiled at him, an enticing provocation when you're dressed ready to f–

"I didn't want those guys at the dance floor who grinds themselves all over me. I want someone different, a little intellectual stimulation." You tilt your head and leaned towards him; your lips curled in a secretive smile.  "A little foreplay, ya think?"

A bolt of heat shoots all over Shigaraki. It must be the sazerac. He's gotta admit that your boldness is quite attractive to him.

"You ever had it good?"

You snapped your eyes back to his. He caught you staring at his groin. To be fair, you were curious with his... package."What?" You asked, smiling seductively.

He cocks his head to the bartender.  "The drink. Sazerac."

You flushed, thinking he was talking about sex. Now you're just embarrassed. "Oh, what do you mean?"

Shigaraki leans close to you like how you did earlier. Like sharing a little secret. His breath smells like whiskey, with hints of cherry and spice. A dry sardonic aroma. Dammit, why does the scent turn you on?

He cups your chin with his right hand, the texture of his thumb sleeve brings goosebumps to you. He turns your head to the bartender. "After mixing the sazerac to one of the glass, the other is rinsed with absinthe before finally pouring the drink to it. If the bartender doesn't do that when you order a sazerac,  hop to a different bar."

You watch the bartender do exactly what he just said. You feel his thumb sleeve coyly touching the edge of your bottom lip, slowly following the curve of your chin, down to the curve of your throat, he pressed the spot aligned with your vocal fold that you let out a little gasp, or a squeak. His other hand is grabbing your thigh, preventing your legs from closing to relieve some of the ache.

"Ah-ah-ah." His voice deep but sing-song. "You don't get to close your legs with me here."

---

Dabi was randomly watching himself blow circles to the ceiling in the smoke room. When he hears the door slide open and you appeared, trying to catch your breath. He took an observation at you and found himself attracted to the way your chest heaved. Not that it wasn't a common sight for him, what with women flocking towards him whichever club he went to. He blew a circle in your direction, meeting your eyes critically. He smiled at the snooty, upturned nose you did and the way you rolled your eyes.

"This is the wrong place to try and catch a breath." He greeted.

"I wasn't trying to catch my breath." You patted your chest, slowly getting your breaths to slow down.

He raised an eyebrow at your reply.

"Yes, I was. But I was trying to run from a creep who wouldn't take no for an answer and you're pretty intimidating, so I was hoping to bum on your presence 'til he's gone." You explained.

Dabi couldn't stop staring at how, despite being seen disheveled just now, you casually primped yourself with a compact mirror. It amused him so since no one really cared what people looked like after spending a few hours at the club, usually everyone would be a hot mess. He found you cute.

"What's in it for me?" He drew a breath from the shisha and blew it again lazily at you.

You eye him critically, pursing your lips. "My wonderful company."

"So I get to take you home?"

"No. My company is only available within the duration of my stay here."

"Pity." With mocking a tone, he smirked at you. "But then again, you seem like you're too vanilla anyways. Can't have sex without being in love with someone?"

Dabi watches how your eyes glinted menacingly, a silent vow to prove him wrong. He anticipates how you crossed the room from the door to him, his heart jumped when your fingers brushed his as you took the pipe from his hand. You took a deep long breath, leaned down and blew sweet, sweet smoke in his mouth. He closed his eyes as the tobacco filled his nostrils, along with your scent. It takes everything in him to just let the smoke trail all over his mouth, and not let his lips press against yours.

" Your many piercings seem like you're overcompensating for something. What, you don't want people to know you're the one who's actually vanilla?"

He opens his eyes and a lazy smirk settles on his lips. He grabs the pipe back and blows the smoke to your mouth just hairsbreadth from you. "Why don't we find out then?"

You feel the way the air moved with his lips. It was so close. It was electric. His eyes daring you to close the distance. You took up his challenge of course.

---

"Oh, ffuuuck." You awkwardly stand by the door when you find Shigaraki and Dabi glaring at each other in the living room

"Who the fuck is he?" Dabi demanded

Shigaraki only glares at him and then turns towards you.

"Oh gosh, I'm so sorry. Uhmm Dabi meet Shigaraki, my fubu. Shigaraki meet Dabi, my not-serious bf which basically is just another word for fubu." You awkwardly shuffled your feet. "I guess I had too much to drink, I accidentally texted the other and here you are... two... Hahaha..." Kami, you just made a huge awkward mistake. Dammit, you're gonna lose them both.

"Which one of us did you text first?" Shiggy asked.

"Which one does it better?" Dabi asked.

They exchanged glares at their simultaneous questions.

"Um–"

Suddenly, they are both on you; Shiggy cups your face, kissing you angrily, biting your lips til they bleed while Dabi is behind you, cupping your chest as he slowly takes off your clothes. Dabi kisses the spot behind you're neck, nipping your skin 'til there's all but teeth marks on your shoulder blades.

"I'm not stopping–" Both glared at each other for saying things at the same time again.

You moaned when Dabi starts press his hips on you while Shigaraki's hands unbutton your jeans, and finally touching you there.

"We're not stopping–" Dabi's hot breath fanned your right ear.

Shigaraki's low quiet rasp on your left ear. "–not until you know which one of us can do you better."

---

AN:

[Cherry, I run] Dabi is screaming betrayal at me rn. Dw Dabi, this version of you has less issues than usual. [can the world cease to exist?" Shiggy is ignoring me, telling me he wouldn't share reader. ever.

[imerdwarf]

You're Worth Saving

Requested by anonymous: Hello you wonderful person! I dare to send in another Buck request, because COME ON HE'S SO LOVELY! ok ok, so maybe where you're also an avenger but you are really silent and distant to everyone (not shy, but alone with your mind), so it happens that buck wants to pull you out of this hole cause he knows how you feel and in the end he succeeds and the teams sees you smile for like the first time since you joined them and they're happy? Gosh i hope this is not weird.

Pairing: Bucky X Avenger!Reader

Warnings: soft!Bucky, introvertism, happy ending 💜

Author's Notes: Hello YOU wonderful sweet anon! How are you doing today? I hope you're doing great. Thank you so much for sending me this wonderful request, I really hope you like it and please feel free to send in more requests at anytime! 💜 Please let me know if you like or hate this, I'll be happy to rewrite it 💜🥺

Divider was made by me 🥰

Your mind was such a beautiful distraction. It's a place where unimaginable scenarios would be stored just for you to be able to stare at a blank wall and dwell heavily on them. Living 99% of the time in your head became a little dangerous but it was a much happier place than reality.

The team would often find you in this daze like state where you'd just stare at the wall ahead without blinking sometimes. They would try to coax you out of it by asking a question, a question you would ignore because you didn't hear them. Their voices were silenced, a contrast to how loud they were in your head.

Nobody really knew why you were like this. It's been this way since you arrived at the compound months ago. You kept to yourself, ate by yourself, worked out when everyone else was either watching movies or asleep, and you would just keep silent. Even on missions, you never spoke a word.

The team were actually very worried about your well-being, as clearly this was not natural. For the first time since the civil war broke out, Steve and Tony were actually in agreement about bringing a psychiatrist in to help you until Bucky intervened and wanted to help you himself first.

Bucky would have considered himself a professional by now. He knows what it's like not to fit in anywhere, how easy it was to feel so out of place. He understood more than any psychiatrist what a better and safer world it was inside your mind.

"Buck you can't help them. Y/N is too far gone." Steve spoke regrettably, sadness evident in his tone. He believed they failed you from the beginning and it was easy for Steve to take the blame so nobody else would have to feel guilty.

Bucky shook his head before he ran a hand through his hair, scratching at the root before letting it drop down by his side again. "I have to try Steve. I've been there before, I know what they are going through. Trust me."

Steve sighed, knowing he wouldn't have won the fight. Bucky was determined and it was impossible to change his mind about anything.

"I do Buck. Just bring them back to us, please."

With Steve's permission granted, Bucky wasted no time in getting to work. He started off being as subtle as possible by sitting as close as he could to you on the couch. The goosebumps that pebbled your skin when his knee brushed your leg gave him a lot of hope, that you were in there somewhere.

Bucky was hopeful he was getting somewhere with you. Because each time he took a seat next to you, you'd angle your body to face him and wait for him to start talking about his favourite movies, his favourite songs, his new profound hobbies he's been getting into lately. Your eyes would glisten with hope that you were actually listening to him. And you were, you paid great attention and everything he told you, about the Hobbit struck a chord in your heart. You had felt so lost for so long that even you were worried you might not be here anymore.

Then a few days later, he started to talk to you like a normal person. He would talk about his favourite books and why he liked them so much. He loved The Hobbit series because of the adventure Bilbo goes on and how easy it was for the words to suck you into the story. How easy it was to forget how to cope with real life.

"Bilbo goes on an adventure of a lifetime and sometimes as the road gets tough, he regrets it but he knows there is something worth waiting for at the end of it, he knows there is something worth saving. He meets new friends and they stick with him the whole time." The emotion in Bucky's voice rang home for you. "There's always something to live for. Bilbo never gave up and neither should you because I'm with you till the end of the line."

You knew he was saying 'if Bilbo Baggins could do this, so could you.'

Days turned into weeks and instead of just talking, Bucky escalated his plans by doing stuff with you. He started off gently by taking you for a walk around the rose garden Tony had at the back of the compound. Bucky noted how your eyes changed, you looked at the gorgeous fruit trees and rose bushes in such awe. The flowery scent tingled your nose.

Then he would go further by taking you a few blocks away to buy you a coffee. And when New York was hit with a heatwave, he took you to the beach where he heard you giggle for the very time because of the flamingo floaties he had around his arms.

The team saw a huge improvement. They saw how you clinged to Bucky and watched him intently as he made a couple of sandwiches and some tea for the two of you to watch with a Disney movie.

And it was just under a month when he heard you speak for the very first time.

"Thank you." Even though it came out in a hushed whisper, he would take it over the deafening silence anyday.

"For what doll?" Of course he already knew, but he wanted to hear more from you. He wanted to hear your voice.

"For helping me."

Bucky nodded slowly, a smile gradually grew on his lips and he pushed just a little bit further.

That evening, you almost talked his ear off. You opened up about your feelings, what kind of envisions lived in your head and how much happier they were than real life. Bucky shared some of his too, comparing the two it was apparent he knew exactly how you were feeling and he understood just how scary it really is. For you, it felt like this huge boulder had been lifted off your chest. A chance to finally let everything out and breathe again.

"How did I help?"

"You made me realise that there is something worth sticking around for, something worth coming back to." You told him with tears in your eyes.

His hands rubbed your back soothingly, "You know doll, sometimes in life, we hit a crossroads. We don't know where we are going or what's on the other side of the road. And if you pick a path, you're going on new adventures everyday and I am right here with you." Tears shamelessly rolled down your cheeks from his words. You've never felt so safe in the whole time you've been here.

The morning after, the team were seated around the dining table eating breakfast and talking about an upcoming mission when you strolled through the doors with a grin on your face and Bucky right behind you, just like he had been throughout this ordeal.

"Holy shit. He did it!" Tony slapped a hand over his mouth, overjoyed with so much emotion. Steve nodded to his friend, proud of him that he stuck with it when it couldn't have been easy.

"Oh my god, you actually have teeth!" Sam joked which earned laughs from both you and the team.

"I do!" You giggled, your eyes squeezed shut as you laughed. It felt good to laugh. "I um, I'm sorry. I'm sorry for the distance and the silence and-"

"Listen, don't you worry!" Tony told you as he walked towards you to throw an arm over your shoulder. "We are just glad to have you here and it's a new day, we can start afresh!" Tony walked you towards an empty chair at the table and made Sam move seats so Bucky could sit down next to you. He squeezed your thigh in reassurance that he was here for you and he wouldn't be going anywhere.

[helnjk]

Bad Idea - F.W.

Fred Weasley x fem!reader

Merry Christmas to everyone who celebrates 🤍 Wishing everyone a wonderful holiday season & new year 🧚🏼‍♀️

this is the first installment of my showtunes fic list, based on the song bad idea from the musical waitress !

Summary: fred weasley has the ability to get under her skin in a way no one else can. he also sends butterflies straight to her stomach like no one else can. 

Word Count: 4.1k

Warnings: enemies to lovers, slight cursing, steamy scenes but no outright smut

song lyrics are bolded & italicized

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It’s a bad idea me and you

Y/N rolled her eyes as the Weasley twins made something or other explode at the Gryffindor table at breakfast. The awed cheers and whispers of her schoolmates at the colorful display of miniature fireworks did nothing to sway her opinion on the irritating duo. In fact, it might have even made her dislike for them grow.

It wasn’t as if she had no basis for hating the pair of them. They had been nothing but rude to her since their first year, and she was sure it was mostly due to her adorning the green and silver crest on her school robes. She had been at the receiving end of their nasty pranks more than she liked to admit, and some of them weren’t even a sliver funny. 

As if he practiced legilimency, the older twin’s eyes moved from his showy display of spellwork to hers and sent a subtle wink in Y/N’s way. 

“Like what you see, Y/L/N?” Fred yelled across the hall, causing the onlookers to turn their heads in her direction. 

Angrily, she felt heat flood her cheeks, “Not at all Weasley. Just wondering how many points I could take away from Gryffindor today.” 

She heard the members of her table snickering quietly at the sound of points lost for their least favorite house, but she paid them no mind. In all honesty, she knew that no amount of points taken away would sway the Weasley twins from their mischief making. 

Later in the day while Y/N made her way from her last class to the library to catch up on some coursework, she heard the familiar snickers of the two boys she wanted to interact with the least. 

“Oi! Watch where you’re going!” She yelled, annoyance bubbling in the pit of her stomach as the redheaded menaces rushed past her and nearly knocked her over. 

“Going to take some more points from Gryffindor, Y/L/N?” Fred taunted over his shoulder as his brother let out a huff of laughter. 

“Well, it’s not like she has any other important things taking up her time, don’t you think Freddie?” George said.

“You are absolutely right, George.” He replied. 

“Honestly, don’t you two have anything better to do than get on my nerves all the time?” She gritted out.

The twins slowed their pace and Fred turned around casually to wink at her, “No can do, love.” 

“Don’t call me love!”  

Their raucous laughter echoed across the hall as she pushed past them in a huff. Stupid redheaded twins. Stupid Fred with his stupid teasing. Stupid George for laughing and egging him on. 

Something about the way she determinedly called out over her shoulder made Fred pause. 

Her eyes caught the fading light that streamed through the windows of the hallway, and shone brightly. Her skin seemed to glow in the amber light, reflecting the sun as it set in the horizon. The way she moved so confidently as she weaved through the sea of students made heads turn, and Fred was beginning to understand why their gaze gravitated towards her. 

He had never noticed how pretty Y/N had gotten over the years. Another pause. Did he find her pretty? 

Yeah, pretty annoying. He tried to reason with himself, but still he couldn’t shake this new feeling. 

For the rest of the week, Fred had decided that if he couldn’t get her out of his mind, he would simply have to make sure he was on hers as well. Whenever the two of them walked past each other in the halls, he always had some sort of cheeky remark up his sleeve. 

Subtly, he would get close enough for their shoulders to brush and would mutter under his breath, just enough for her to hear. 

“Looking good today, Y/L/N, such a shame you’re a snake.”

“What’s a lad got to do to take a pretty prefect like you out on a date?” 

“Cat’s got your tongue, Y/L/N? I know it’s ‘cause you think I look right fit, you don’t have to say anything.”

The more she ignored his comments, the more it seemed to spur him on. She would catch him sending her flirtatious winks during meals, feel his gaze on hers in their shared classes, or hear him whisper something or other to his twin while he glanced in her direction. 

If it wasn’t something he said, he would manage to send practically every kind of prank her way. Tripping jinxes, jelly-legs jinxes, dung bombs in classrooms she was about to enter, puking pastilles or nosebleed nougats slipped into her drinks. 

It was getting to a point that Y/N grew frustrated and angry all day. Her friends tended to avoid her when she got this way because she would just repeat the same things over and over again to anyone who would bother to listen. 

Fred Weasley was a massive arse. Fred Weasley could jump in the lake and be used as food for the Giant Squid for all she cared. Fred Weasley this and Fred Weasley that. 

They had even once asked her why it was specifically him that she complained about and not just the Weasley twins in general. 

“Well, both of them do irritate me to no end,” She explained, “But there’s just something about Fred that irks the hell out of me. Merlin, does he know how to push my buttons!”

Y/N didn’t know what it was about Fred that got her going. It might have been because he was the instigator of most of the twins’ pranks, that he acted first and thought of the consequences later. It might have been that he would purposely send bludgers her way whenever Slytherin played Gryffindor and the many bruises that came from it.

It might have been the little flutters she would get whenever he whispered something cheeky into her ear. But that last one she had a hard time admitting to even herself. 

By the end of the week, Y/N was at her wits end. Every time the bell rang and she gathered up her things, her hand would clutch her wand, ready to put up a small shield charm or send a hex in the direction of a certain redhead. 

It being the weekend, many of her fellow classmates rushed out the door the moment they were dismissed from class. Y/N took her time packing her things back up, as her only plans for the night were to catch up on one of the novels she had had no time to read recently. As she exited the classroom, her eyes scanned the bare hallway for any sign of Fred. Her suspicions rose when she began her walk back to her common room and nothing out of the ordinary happened. 

She soon stood corrected as a flash of red hair danced in her vision and she was suddenly pressed up against a wall. 

With a gasp she said, “Weasley? What in Merlin’s name are you–”

“Can’t be quiet for a second, can you, Y/N?” Fred teased, his lips skimming the shell of her ear and sending shivers down her spine. 

She gulped at the proximity of their bodies, her eyes darting around the empty hallway for any onlookers. 

“Get on with whatever this is then,” She breathed, trying to keep her nonchalant act up, “I have other plans for tonight that I’d rather be doing.” 

A slow chuckle escaped Fred’s lips, causing her heart to beat even more erratically than she thought possible, “So impatient love.” 

“And I told you not to call me ‘love’.” 

His eyes darted quickly to her lips and she could only hope that he couldn’t feel just how fast her heart was beating, “I’m going to kiss you now.” 

He waited for her to give him any sign of discomfort or to say no, but she merely glanced at his lips and back up at his warm brown eyes. Then, as quickly as he had appeared in front of her, his head dipped and he captured her lips in his. 

Y/N felt all the breath in her body leave as Fred pressed the searing kiss on her lips. He was intoxicating, his smell, the feel of his skin as she gripped onto his strong biceps, the way his breath mingled with hers. 

When they broke apart, his eyes trailed the length of her body in a way that made goosebumps rise from her flesh. Y/N thought she must have looked like a fish out of water, mouth slightly agape and eyes wide. 

“Just a taste of what could be.” He winked at her and then turned on his heel, “Think about it, Y/L/N.” 

Far longer than she would like to admit, Y/N stayed rooted on the spot, staring in the direction that Fred Weasley had disappeared in and fingers running along the lips that he had claimed. 

Heart keep racing Let’s make mistakes

The adrenaline pumping through Y/N’s veins gave her a feeling of weightlessness and grounding at the same time. Being Slytherin’s best beater came with the responsibility of carrying most of the game and she played her role well. Still, she always made it a point to play fair and to compensate for the shitty sportsmanship the rest of her team subscribed to. 

When she had spotted a bludger to her right, making its way to where Malfoy was slowly circling, she set off. With a strong swing of her bat, she had it hurtling in the direction of one of the Gryffindor chasers. Neither of the Weasley twins was able to make it in time and the ball scraped the unassuming chaser’s shoulder. 

With the boost of confidence this gave her, she proceeded to play one of the best matches of the season. A triumphant grin etched its way onto her face at the frustration leaking from the Weasley twins, who were trying to keep up with her and her co-beater’s synchronization. 

Though, she had to admit that the way Fred’s arms flexed and his grunts of exertion every time he did manage to hit the bludger were a tad bit distracting too. The cheeky winks he sent her way weren’t helping either. 

“Feeling a bit tired, Weasley?” She teased when he began to hover close to her, “Can’t keep up?” 

“In your dreams, Y/L/N!” He all but growled and the fire in his eyes made her heart stutter for just a second before she set off in pursuit of another bludger. 

The game had ended when Malfoy caught the snitch, a feat especially when Gryffindor had Potter, and Slytherin had won.

She couldn’t help but feel a smug sense of pride as she and the rest of the team walked out of the pitch, hearing the cheers of her house at the stands. She took her time in the changing rooms, trying to still her erratically beating heart. Her teammates slowly trickled out, reminding her of the celebrations that were definitely going to happen in the common room. 

When she heard footsteps approaching the tent just as she had finished stuffing everything in her bag, she had just assumed that one of her teammates had forgotten something. She stood corrected. 

“Quite a game today, wouldn’t you say?” 

The familiar baritone voice made Y/N pause. Without turning to face him, she said in reply, “Definitely, Weasley. It’s always nice to kick your sorry arse out on the pitch.” 

“Now, now Y/N,” He drawled, his voice inching closer to where she stood rooted on the spot. Her hand gripped at the strap of her bag as she tried to think of an escape route, “That’s definitely not the context I imagined you’d be talking about when you first mentioned my arse.” 

She let out a scoff at his insinuation, but couldn’t shake the feeling that he could see right through her bluff. Her heart beat rapidly in her chest as she realized that she was trapped in the quidditch changing rooms with the person who had been plaguing her thoughts. 

The air surrounding the pair was thick with tension and charged with electricity. Countless days of teasing and rivalry, all the discreet glances and brushes of shoulders against each other, bottled up into a single moment, this moment. By the time Y/N had turned to face the cause of the palpitations in her chest, he was mere inches away. 

His hot breath fanned her face and his deep brown eyes scanned over her. She could practically feel the heat of his body against hers, white hot and tempting. He knew exactly what he was doing to her. 

“What do you want, Weasley?” She breathed, finally managing the courage to meet his eyes. 

“You.” He said simply, tongue darting out to dampen his lips. 

For a moment, it was as if they had both stopped breathing. Neither of them said a word or moved an inch, anticipating the other’s next move. 

“Fuck it.”

Before Y/N could let out a word, his lips were on hers and his arms wrapped tightly around her waist. 

All of the frustration and built up resentment between the pair of them came to play in the harshness of his kiss. It was not sweet nor soft, not what one would imagine a kiss between a prince and a princess to be. Rather, it was passionate, playful, and powerful. Two opposing forces clashing against each other, their convergence causing an eruption of flames. 

Fred was not a shy person, and it was evident in the way he kissed her. 

If she was the least bit surprised, he couldn’t tell, because as soon as his arms rested on the small of her back, she pressed her palms against his chest and leaned into him. For once, she let him take the lead and their mouths molded together in a passionate dance. 

“We shouldn’t be doing this.” She gasped as they broke apart for air, chests rising and falling rapidly. 

“You think too much.” He responded, leaning down to capture her lips in his once more. 

The way his lips deftly glazed over her neck and attached themselves to the point right below her ear made small sounds of pleasure escape her lips and her hips rutted against his. 

These sounds only spurred him further as his arms slid down from her waist to the backs of her thighs, urging her to wrap them around him. She complied, and soon her back was against the wall as he continued the assault on her neck. 

When the pair finally broke away, they took a moment to breathe, panting heavily. Y/N was the first to break the silence, laughing slightly at the compromising position they were in, and how they had just spent the last several minutes taking their frustrations out on each other. 

“What’s so funny then,” Fred smiled as he slowly eased his grip on her thighs, lowering her back to the floor.

“Nothing,” She shook her head, surprised at how casual they treated the situation, “Just not what I’d expected to happen when Slytherin won today.” 

“And what did you expect?” He quirked an eyebrow, “Especially when you were out there playing so well and looking that good.” 

Y/N had to bite her lip to keep herself from grinning like an idiot, “Definitely not snogging you in the changing rooms, that’s for sure.” 

“I know for a fact that you quite enjoyed what we did,” He whispered, pulling her close to him once more and closing the gap between them.

“In your dreams, Weasley.” She breathed.

And then his lips were on hers again. And again and again and again.

-

Over the course of the next few weeks, many noticed how the dynamics between the two shifted ever so slightly. There were still jeers and taunts in the halls, teasing comments made in classes or during meals, but there were also fewer eye rolls and less malice behind their words. It was almost as if they had an unspoken agreement. 

The only one who had really caught on to what was really happening between the two of them was George, and it was only because he walked in on them on Fred’s bed in the dorms. 

Y/N had been on top of Fred, straddling his midsection and pressing soft kisses all along his face and jaw, while he had his arms wrapped around her waist and held her tightly. Chest to chest, a soft hum verbrated from him as she continued her ministrations.

There wasn’t any sort of sexual tension at that moment, in fact, there hadn’t been an ounce of it the whole day. Laying like this with Fred made Y/N all sorts of confused, but she still enjoyed whatever the hell was happening between them.

It was cut short, though, as George had walked through the threshold of the dorm and saw their slightly compromised position. 

“Bloody hell!” He exclaimed, and Y/N sprung up immediately, his twin’s arms falling limply at his sides at her sudden movement. 

“Erm-” She mumbled, trying to move away, but Fred had none of it. If at all, his grip on her thighs tightened. 

She could feel his body shaking from the laugh he was trying to hold in, and smacked him on the chest, “Fred! Stop that!” 

“What?” He laughed, “It’s not like he saw anything, did you, Georgie?”

George, who was still trying to process what he had just witnessed, blinked a couple of times before shaking his head in disbelief, “Good Godric, so this is why you two have been acting so odd lately?” 

“Well, it’s not as if we’re bloody dating,” Fred rolled his eyes, but Y/N felt her heart skip a beat, “We’re just having some fun s’all.”

She swallowed the lump that was suddenly in her throat and gave a feeble nod, “Yep. Just some fun.” 

It was a pretty good bad idea  Wasn’t it though?

Y/N didn’t know why she began avoiding Fred. 

To everyone else in the school, all was well. The teasing between them hadn’t stopped. The little jabs at meals, in classes, or out in the hallways still happened. She was still a prefect and took points from Gryffindor whenever she caught the twins outside of curfew or running from Filch. They were both still beaters who played for their respective teams and shot remarks mockingly at one another out on the pitch.

Outside of those moments, though, Y/N made it a point to walk the other direction when she saw him walking her way, with or without his twin. She would slip out of shared classes as soon as the bell rang and their professor dismissed them. She even went as far as hiding in a spare broom closet once, when she was doing her prefect rounds and heard his telltale laughter just around the corner. 

They hadn’t shared a moment alone in a few weeks and Fred had wracked his brain trying to figure out what he did wrong. Their set-up had been practically perfect before she started avoiding him. Stolen kisses and the excitement of sneaking around with her were some of the best times of his life there in Hogwarts. He hadn’t had the Gryffindor courage to tell her how he really felt, but at least they shared intimate moments alone, away from prying eyes and judgemental stares. 

Instead, now he had taken to staring at her whenever he could, replaying all of their previous interactions to find out what went wrong between them. 

“Oi, quit staring at Y/N before McGonagall takes points from us for not paying attention to her,” George hastily whispered one day.

“I’m not doing anything wrong,” Fred defended, his eyes still locked on Y/N. She paid him no mind, unconsciously twirling the quill in her hands and chewing on her bottom lip. 

He thought she looked stunning. 

“I never thought I would say this,” George groaned softly, “But you’ve gotta listen in class right now or else we’ll lose even more points and everyone’ll be right chuffed. We can figure out your dumb bird problems after.” 

With a roll of his eyes, Fred finally brought his attention back to what their professor was going on about. He’d worry about whatever was going on with Y/N later. 

-

“I think it’s simple, really,” George shrugged, later on in the day when it was just the two of them in their dorm. He leant back against the headboard of his four-poster, an image of calm and nonchalance. 

“On with it then!” Fred exclaimed, the exact opposite of his twin at the moment. He fidgeted from his position on his own bed, his foot tapped anxiously on the hardwood floor and his hand kept running through his already disheveled hair. 

George couldn’t believe what he was seeing. His own twin, all out of balance because of some bird. 

But it wasn’t just any bird, he knew, it was Y/N. And if it had to be any bird in the whole school for Fred to become this mess of feelings and uncertainty, at least it was because of her. George always knew that their rivalry would either end in them realizing their feelings for each other or them hexing each other to death. 

“Grow some balls and just tell her how you feel, you daft git!” He exclaimed, humor sparkled in his eyes. 

“Be serious here, George,” Fred groaned and pushed his face against one of his pillows. 

His twin rolled his eyes, “I am being serious! It’s obvious she fancies the balls off of you, so just ask her out on a date or something and save us all from this awkward dance the lot of you have been doing for the past few weeks.” 

George’s words rang in Fred’s mind for longer than he liked to admit. 

One night, as dinner was coming to a close, he’d had enough. He spotted Y/N getting up from her seat at the Slytherin table and stood abruptly from his half finished meal. As she exited the Great Hall, he followed her out and into the drafty corridor.

“Y/N!” He yelled before he could stop himself. 

She paused briefly, shoulders tensing at his call to her. Instead of turning around though, she picked up her pace. 

Fred cursed softly, “Y/N, I know you can hear me!” 

As his legs were much longer than hers, he caught up to her quickly. Still, she paid him no mind and continued her on her way, “What’s got your wand all in a knot, Y/L/N?” 

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, Weasley.” Came her reply. 

“You know exactly what I’m talking about, Y/L/N,” He rolled his eyes, “You’ve been ignoring me recently and I can’t think of anything that I’ve done wrong.”

“I don’t know about you, but I’ve been actually paying attention to my classes and doing all of my coursework, that takes up most of my time these days.” She shrugged, turning a corner and continuing her fast pace, “And I’m not at your beck and call, Weasley. I’m not yours.” 

“You could be.” 

Y/N’s resolve seemed to be taken away with the tide as he muttered those words aloud. In fact, she was so shocked at what he said that she quite literally had to stop walking and merely stared at the redheaded boy. 

“Don’t be daft, Weasley.” She managed to choke out after a few beats. 

He turned to face her and Y/N had never seen him look so serious before. Fred was usually the louder twin, the more explosive one, the one who acted first and thought of the consequences later. But now, now she could see that he had nothing but genuine intentions as his eyes scanned her and gauged her reaction.

She huffed, unwilling to let her walls down for even a second. It was too frightening, telling the person she had spent much of her formative years rivalling with how she truly felt about them. In fact, despite her act, she couldn’t get it in her to look him in the eyes.

“This, whatever this is, you know that it isn’t a good idea.” She tried to argue, but as the words left her lips they seemed to carry no weight in them. 

“It’s a pretty good bad idea if you ask me.” He said with as much conviction as possible, “C’mon, Y/L/N, you gonna back down from a challenge?” 

That sparked a fire in her eyes that he had missed seeing, one that said she meant business, “I’ll say yes to you on one condition,” She said. 

“Anything.”

“Take me out on a date first.” 

[viastro]

third of december | joshua hong

ミ★ synopsis: i still remember, third of december. me in your sweater, you said it looked better on me than it did you. OR: in which joshua gives you his sweater on the first snowfall of the year.

ミ★ genre: slice of life!au, uni!au, fluff, some humor

ミ★ warnings: none

ミ★ word count: 2,922

ミ★ pairings: joshua hong x gender neutral reader

ミ★ notes: hi guys! in honor of it being the third of december, i decided to write this oneshot based off of that line in conan gray’s song - heather. i made this a joshua oneshot because i felt bad... for the wonwoo one... so this hopefully makes up for it :D i also love joshua’s platinum hair. i love him. i hope he’s doing well. as always, make sure to give joshua lots of love! i hope you guys like this one even tho it’s kinda short and i just wrote this in the span of an hour !

It’s cold, you think to yourself as you walk to the next building that holds your class on campus. Rubbing the goosebumps raising on your arms, you glance around at your surroundings as music floods through your Airpods. You let out a sigh to see if you can see your breath, and you purse your lips when it condensates before your eyes. 

I should’ve brought an extra jacket, you curse quietly, only to stop when you hear a beautiful laugh resonate through the small crowd of people heading to their next class. Your head perks up, and you look across campus to see a bright head of platinum hair walking in your direction as he talks to his friend. Your heart twirls in your chest when he turns his head, and you find that his beautiful laugh matches his gorgeous facial features. 

Immediately you look down at the ground and try to walk faster towards your class, feeling awkward as you were basically just gawking at his beauty. Your face feels warm, but your hands are cold as you walk in the mid-November weather. 

You hear his voice as he gets closer, but you continue to stare down at the cobblestone as you walk. You find that his voice is incredibly pleasant as well, and you wonder how a human being can be so beautiful, causing the thoughts of the coldness of your hands to come to a halt. 

“Are you sure you wanna work on the melody? I can work on it if you want.” Joshua offers as the two head towards the direction of the cafe. Jeonghan rolls his eyes, having heard this five times in the span of the two hour lecture they just got out of. 

“Joshua, I already told you that if you really wanna make the melody then you can do it. I don’t mind writing lyrics.” Jeonghan replies with a grin, and Joshua lets out an apologetic smile. “Sorry Hannie, I just hate writing lyrics.” 

“I know Joshua, but sometimes you need to practice...” Joshua tunes out the rest of Jeonghan’s lecture when he turns his head to look forward, only to pause when he lays eyes on you. Time comes to a slow when he sees you glance up from the ground for a moment, and his heart fills with warmth even in this cold November weather. 

He stops and turns his head in your direction when you walk past him, watching as you shrink within the crowd as you most likely head to your next class. Jeonghan chuckles when he follows Joshua’s line of sight, knowing that his best friend has just developed a crush. With this newfound knowledge, he nudges Joshua’s shoulder, causing the blonde to snap out of his trance. 

“You good?” 

“Do you know who they are?” Joshua asks in a quiet voice, and Jeonghan turns his head, seeing that you’re no longer in sight. He shrugs, “I’ve never spoken to them.” 

Joshua nods his head, looking obviously disappointed as they turn back towards the direction of the cafe. Jeonghan chuckles, patting Joshua’s shoulder after a moment of his friend staying quiet. Joshua glances at the brunette, and he watches as a grin etches itself onto his face. “Since they were heading in that direction today, it’s most likely that our paths will cross with theirs on Thursdays. You’ll see them next week.” 

Joshua lets out a smile after a moment, and nods his head, now feeling excited to see you in a week. Jeonghan rolls his eyes, wrapping his arm around Joshua’s shoulders as they get closer to the cafe. 

“You fall in love easily.” Jeonghan tells him, and Joshua purses his lips. He glances up at the cloudy sky, remembering the way your eyes sparkled when you briefly glanced up from the ground. And so he smiles and responds in a soft voice,

“They were pretty.” 

I brought an extra jacket, but I forgot gloves. Fucking gloves, you think as you walk across campus once again. You let out a sigh, watching as your breath condensates before your very eyes once again. Beginning to curse to yourself for forgetting the gloves on your table, you pick up the pace so that you can make it to the warmth of your building quicker. 

That plan comes to an immediate stop when you hear his voice, and you find yourself walking slower to be able to cherish the sound. Glancing up in the direction of his voice, you see him listening attentively as  his friend animatedly speaks to him. You let out a small smile, thinking that he’s rather cute when he smiles. 

You suck in a breath when he turns his head and locks eyes with you when your paths are about to cross. You want nothing more than to look away and act as if he didn’t catch you staring fondly at him, but his catlike eyes have you intrigued. He finally lets out a smile and stops walking when the two of you are right beside each other, and he turns towards you. 

You find yourself doing the same thing, internally screaming to yourself as you wonder how you were able to muster the courage to not run away when he turned to you. The blonde extends his hand in your direction, “Hi, I’m Joshua Hong.” 

Biting the inside of your cheek, you reach out and softly grasp his warm hand with your cold one, giving it a slight shake. “Hi, I’m yln yn.” 

Joshua’s eyebrows furrow slightly when you let go, and he reaches into his jacket pockets. You move to apologize for how cold your hand was, only to stop when he holds out a pair of purple gloves for you. Glancing up at his face, you catch the redness to his nose as he mutters, “It’s cold, make sure to wear these.” 

You let out a small smile, “Are you sure? These are yours, and you barely know me.” You tell him softly, and Joshua chuckles, nodding his head in reassurance. He pushes them in your direction again, and you shyly take them from his grasp. “Thank you.” 

You slide them on, letting out a happy sigh when you feel the warmth of the gloves on your fingers. Joshua smiles, “Want me to walk you to class?” 

“I thought we were gonna go to the caf-” Joshua quickly elbows Jeonghan in the stomach, making the latter double over in pain from the impact. The brunette quietly curses Joshua and his powerful elbows, wondering why the fuck his elbow felt so sharp. 

Your eyes widen slightly in concern at Joshua’s friend, and the blonde waves his hand at you with a grin, obviously one that’s trying to hold back a laugh. “He’s fine.”

“I’m dying.” 

“You’re fine.” 

“Fuck you.” 

Joshua flashes you a smile after patting Jeonghan on the back, and you end up giggling at the whole interaction. You shake your head ‘no’ at his offer, “It’s okay. It’s all the way across campus, and you already gave me these gloves. You’ve done more than enough.” 

Joshua’s heart falls slightly, but he nods his head, respecting your decision. He prepares to say bye, only to stop when you say, “We can hangout some other time, though.” 

He nods his head immediately in agreement, and you giggle at the sight of it. So you nod your head back at him, before waving your hand, “See you later Joshua, make sure to be nice to your friend.” 

Joshua chuckles as he waves back at you, watching as you begin to walk away “I’m always nice.”

“Say that to my two broken ribs.” Jeonghan wheezes from behind you, and you let out a bright smile when you hear the pair begin to squabble. 

You walk towards your class with a happy heart, and warm hands. 

“Did you hear that it’s gonna snow tomorrow?” You glance over towards the blonde, finding him playing with your switch on the floor of your apartment as you do homework on the couch. 

“December 3rd? That’s kinda early in the month.” You tell Joshua right as he lets out a groan for losing in smash bros. You watch as the pretty man shrugs his shoulders, preparing to restart the round, “Can’t believe you’re more concerned that it’s early rather than the fact that we still have to go to classes.” 

“That’s cause I work better when I’m actually in the classroom rather than online classes.” You say, rolling your eyes when Joshua waves his hand away at you. 

“Didn’t a girl slip and fall on the icy ground last year?” Joshua nods aimlessly in response before telling you that she’s still in talks of suing the university. Pursing your lips and nodding your head in agreement for wanting to sue the school, you glance back towards your textbook. 

You and Joshua did end up hanging out some other time. Almost everyday after classes to be exact. Usually it’s you, Jeonghan, and Joshua, but Jeonghan had an evening class to go to today. You weren’t originally going to hangout with Joshua, but he invited himself to your apartment to be able to play with your switch since Jeonghan broke his. 

Jeonghan is still repenting. 

You’ve discovered that not only is Joshua incredibly pretty and has a nice voice, but his personality is beautiful as well. Over the last couple weeks, your crush on him has only developed even further with the time you’ve spent with him. 

The same goes for Joshua, who has found himself thinking of you more often than not. From the fact that your eyes sparkle when you smile at him, to the way you practically inhale two cups of ramen in a span of fifteen minutes. He’s absolutely amazed by you. 

“You wanna order food?” You ask after a few minutes of silence between you, except for the diverse amount of sound effects coming from your TV. Joshua pauses the game and turns towards you with a knowing smile, causing you to let out a laugh. 

“Did you even have to ask?” Joshua responds, and you roll your eyes. 

“Thai food?” He nods his head in agreement, and the two of you settle on what dishes you both want, as well as what you’ll save for Jeonghan. Once that’s figured out, you place the order and receive the wait time of 30-45 minutes. 

“Does this mean you’re gonna take a break from your homework?” Joshua asks after that’s done, and you purse your lips in thought, before nodding your head. 

“I’ll beat your ass in super smash bros.” You tease, and the blonde rolls his eyes fondly at you as you settle down onto the floor beside him. He hands you your other controller, and the two of you begin a competitive round of smash bros. 

During the middle of the round, Joshua sneaks glances at you, watching as you laugh when you accidentally make your character fall off the platform. His eyes sparkle at the way your face brightens when you fight his character, to the pout of your lips as you begin to concentrate. 

Feeling Joshua’s eyes on you for the sixth time, you pause the game and turn to face him with a teasing smile. “Do you think I’m pretty? You keep-” 

You freeze at the close proximity between your faces, and you watch as Joshua’s eyes widen slightly. The two of you stare into each other's eyes for a moment, searching for an answer. To what question? At this moment, you can only think of one. 

are we about to kiss?

Your answer comes to you when his eyes trail down to your lips. Your eyes slowly flutter shut when he leans in slightly, and Joshua ingrains the visual in his mind, finding you the most beautiful thing he’s ever laid eyes on as he slowly leans in. 

bzzz 

The two of you jump apart at the sound of your apartment buzzer, and you quickly reach for your phone, seeing that the food is here. Joshua quickly scrambles up off the floor and walks over to your door without another word, and you rest a hand over your heart, feeling it violently pound against your chest. 

While Joshua’s cheeks are tinged a pretty shade of pink as he grabs the takeout food, wondering if the two of you would’ve actually kissed if you weren’t interrupted by the Thai food. However, it seems that his question won’t be answered as he walks back into your living room with a small smile. 

“Let’s eat.” 

Joshua literally told me it was going to snow and I decided to wear a t-shirt and a jacket? Am I stupid? You begin to genuinely question whether or not you have any brain cells as you walk across campus. The snow begins to fall around you as you head to class, and you quietly curse yourself for being so distracted in the morning to have forgotten the weather. 

The almost kiss keeps replaying in your head. From the moment Jeonghan came to your apartment after class and began to eat with you guys, to the time he and Joshua left to head back to their apartment. This was all you thought about even until this morning, and it’s all you’re thinking about now.

stupid! stupid! stupid! 

Your head perks up when you hear Joshua and Jeonghan laughing, and you find the two dressed warmly as they walk in your direction. Your heart thumps against your chest when Joshua glances up and locks eyes with you, only to internally panic when he immediately frowns. 

oh god, he hates me.

“Yn, I told you it was snowing today. Where’s your sweater?” Joshua asks when him and Jeonghan get closer to you. You bite the inside of your cheek, trying to come up with an answer that doesn’t sound like,

oh, you know Joshua. I was too busy being distracted by the fact that you almost kissed me last night, that i forgot to dress like a human being that DOESN’T wanna get hypothermia. haha. hahahaha. hahahahahahahahaha. Pain. 

“I forgot.” You mutter, feeling embarrassed about your stupidity. Jeonghan snickers at you, thinking the whole ordeal is rather hilarious, and you shoot him a death glare, to which he immediately stops chuckling. 

You turn back towards Joshua when you see him zipping open his backpack, and your eyes widen slightly when he pulls out an extra sweater from his bag. Jeonghan grins to himself, watching as Joshua holds it out in your direction.

“What?” You ask, and Jeonghan lets out a quiet sigh of disappointment at your lack of understanding context clues when it comes to real life scenarios. Joshua shakes the sweater, “Put this on. That jacket won’t help much, you need layers.” 

You bite the inside of your cheek, before handing Jeonghan your bag, and Joshua your jacket. You slip on the sweater over your head, and feel your face fill with warmth when you realize how much larger it is on you rather than Joshua. 

Joshua’s cheeks turn pink at the sight of you wearing his sweater, and he immediately hands you your jacket. You take it from his grasp and slip it on, before taking back your backpack from Jeonghan. You gesture to yourself, “So, what do we think?” 

“Looks better on Joshua-” Jeonghan immediately gets elbowed in the stomach, causing him to double over. Joshua gives you a shy smile, and you bite back a laugh. 

“You look pretty.” Joshua tells you softly, taking note of the way the snowflakes rest on your head, and the held back laughter goes away as you feel yourself growing more shy at the fondness in his voice. You look down at the ground, coughing into your shoulder as you prepare to leave to head towards your building once again.

“Thank you for the sweater, Joshua. I’ll see you and Jeonghan after class.” You tell him, and you wave at the doubled over Jeonghan, before turning to go to class. You pause when you feel a hand softly grasp your wrist, and you turn around to see Joshua right behind you. Raising an eyebrow you ask, “What?” 

Joshua doesn’t respond, instead biting the inside of his cheek nervously as he stares at you. You move to ask what’s wrong, only to be stopped when he leans in and presses a quick kiss to your lips. “I’ll see you later, yn.”

And with that, Joshua immediately turns around and walks away, ignoring Jeonghan’s teasing from behind him as he follows after the blonde. Warmth floods your senses, and you slowly raise a hand up to your lips, smile slowly breaking itself out onto your face as you watch the blonde disappear. 

You feel warm. 

“You brought that sweater just for yn, didn’t you?” Jeonghan teases as the two walk towards the cafeteria, and Joshua nods his head. 

“I knew they’d forget to dress warmly even though I told them it was gonna snow.” Joshua responds, smiling softly at the way the bright orange complimented your skin beautifully. It was a nice contrast to the white snow surrounding you as it fell from the sky. 

“You just wanted to see them in your clothes.” Jeonghan says with a chuckle, wrapping his arm around Joshua’s shoulders as they push through the doors, feeling warmth flood their bodies. Joshua nods his head, not even denying it as he smiles to himself. 

“They look better in it than I do.”

[junicai]

applause.

| order no. | 10/21

| summary | While filming for NCT2020, Aria fears her interview partner is coming down with a fever. Spoiler alert: He’s not. 

| word count | 1.8k

| warnings | None

| era | circa. December 2020

a/n: ok so i figured i’d mark my return to posting with a lil floof for the soul :) before i ruin it again :) so here u go here are two idiots being idiots :)

Oftentimes, it was easy to forget just how many members NCT had amassed over the years.  With the sub-units separated the majority of the time for their own promotions; the odds were that if you weren’t in a sub-unit with another member, you’d rarely interact with them outside of the company walls. 

NCT2020 was incredible in that sense. Twenty three boys and one girl, all in one room, singing the same songs and performing together. The impact left on the spring-flooring when they danced as a group physically shook the mirrors. 

They had a reputation to uphold; something which every single member took as seriously as a blood oath. 

Aria, over the years, had formed bonds with most of the other boys. She hadn’t really had much of a choice in the matter; it was either, make friends with the people around you, or have no friends at all. It was lucky, in that sense, that they were all so warm and welcoming. She found her home in the 127 dorms, and later, her family with the Dreamies. She wouldn’t trade it for the world. 

The fact remained, however, that when it came to Aria and WAYV - there was a gap. Be it because of the differing promotional schedules, or the fact that SM had point blank refused to acknowledge WAYV as a sub-unit of NCT up until the announcement of the NCT2020 promotions; the bottom line was, Aria didn’t know half of the members beyond their first name.

So, when the randomized name selection came out, and she was paired with Xiaojun; Aria took a deep breath, and reminded herself that this was a chance to start to form some new relationships.

She’d never been all too good at making friends as a child - always a little too shy, and then all of a sudden far too abrasive in a lost attempt to compensate for her earlier quietness. 

Sitting beside the boy in question, Aria left her hands tucked beneath her thighs to prevent herself from fidgeting. The air between the two vocalists was thick; and Aria found herself looking around desperately for Mark or Ten or hell even Yuta, even though she knew Dejun was significantly more scared of him than her.

Anything to break the awkward, stifling silence that was hanging over the both of them.

“Do you-”

“Hey, I-”

They turned to face each other at the same time, sentences blending together before being cut off abruptly. Aria’s face flamed beneath the foundation, and by the darkening tips of Dejun’s ears, she could tell his cheeks were flushing as well. 

“Go ahead.” He gestured with a nod. 

“No no, it’s okay! What were you saying?” Aria disagreed. 

“Uh, I was just wondering if you feel the breeze as well?” Dejun questioned, hands coming to tug his light jacket around his shoulders tighter. “It’s giving me goosebumps,” He laughed lightly, rubbing the back of his neck. 

Aria frowned. “No? It’s quite warm in here I thought.” The pair were surrounded with several lamps that were shining large bulbs onto their faces. With the heat from them, and the blanket that she had tucked over the legs, Aria was toasty warm - but a quick glance at the thin material Dejun’s jacket was made out of had her untucking the corner and folding it out again. 

“Here,” She offered, holding out the edge of the blanket. 

“Oh no I can’t,” Dejun began to refuse, but a shiver ran down his spine, cutting his words up into pieces. 

Aria raised an eyebrow. He relented.

“Thank you.” He acquiesced, once the soft material had been laid over his lap. He was still shivering lightly, but the body-shaking tremors had worn off, so Aria was better pleased than she was a minute ago. 

“Okay!” A voice called from outside the set. “It’s just an interview, like you were both briefed. Feel free to take it where you want and - Aria can you just -” The director gestured to Dejun. “Don’t sit so far away, people will think you’re scared of him.” He teased. 

Coughing lightly, Aria scooched towards Dejun, the blanket bunching up in-between their legs. She could feel him leaning back slightly, as if he was afraid of their faces being too close together. 

“Little more.” He insisted, now peering at the two through the viewfinder of the camera. 

Aria shuffled into the middle of the set’s sofa, her knee lightly brushing Dejun’s thigh. 

“Better! Now just don’t look like someone’s about to shoot you.” 

Aria opened her mouth before schooling her expression back into something less, terrified. “Sorry!”

This close, she could see the light flush that sat high on Dejun’s cheeks. His eyes were slightly glassy, and his chest was moving at a moderately quicker pace than it had been a few minutes ago. 

Aria placed a hand on his arm, lightly, patting the exposed skin where he had rolled up the sleeves. 

The filming went as well as it could. As they were told prior to entering the set; it was just a couple questions on how they were getting on together as a group, what it was like performing as a mix of all twenty three members, recounting some entertaining tidbits from the practice room or from behind stage. 

Over the next hour, the icy feeling that had surrounded the two vocalists melted into a comfortable conversation, soon drifting away from the interview questions and flowing sweetly into a little chat that czennies were sure to adore. 

With Dejun now turned to face Aria completely, and Aria sitting back with her shoes kicked off and her feet tucked beneath her; they were solely focused on each other; like the cameras had stopped rolling a half hour ago (They hadn’t) and they were old friends, catching up (They weren’t).

Aria learnt that Dejun had a penchant for green tea lattes, and the number eight. He slept on the top bunk, and was a lot funnier than his members gave him credit for. 

Dejun learnt that Aria was a lot more accident prone than her ‘professional image’ would let on, that she has a dimple on her right cheek when she smiles, that when she smiles she beams - bright enough to beat out a lightbulb - and that her favourite colour was yellow and she still looked at the stars when she got homesick.

Aria learnt that Dejun wanted to travel to Paris one day, that he wanted to learn how to bake bread properly and that he stayed up too late playing games only to regret it the next morning every single time. 

Dejun learnt that Aria had an addicting laugh; and he wanted to hear it as many times as he could. That he wishes she’d let herself laugh for longer; that she wouldn’t lift her hand to cover her face as she giggled.

His cheeks flushed brighter, the tips of his ears now a bright red. 

“Dejun? Are you alright?” Aria leant forwards into his space, her face moving closer to his. She had noticed the poor boy’s flush over the course of the last hour; but the pink was slowly becoming a deep red, and her concern was deepening with it.

Dejun immediately pulled back; floundering. “Yeah! Yup, yes, absolutely fine.” 

“Pardon?” 

“I’m doing wonderful! Are you alright? Aria?” Dejun flipped the question on her, sweat beginning to bead beneath his fringe. 

Aria squinted at him, relenting. “I’m okay, yeah. Are you still cold?” 

“No!” The reply was sharp, and she jerked back a little. 

“Oh- okay- sorry?” Aria pulled her bottom lip in between her teeth, worrying the skin lightly. 

Dejun could have punched himself in the face, but he settled for pinching himself beneath the blanket where it was out of sight.

“Aaand, cut!” 

The two vocalists turned to the director who was grinning madly. “That was perfect, you two. I don’t know what you did, or where you pulled that from, but you’re definitely the best duo we’ve had in here so far.” 

Aria didn’t think that was hard, there had only been two other groups in before them, but she kept these words wisely to herself. 

“You’re both free to go! I’ll expect to be seeing a lot more of you together though, this is going to go down an absolute treat.” The director’s smug little grin reminded Aria of a cat who had gotten the cream; and her own little grin formed to match it.

“Thank you,” The two bowed lightly towards the staff, before collecting their things from the set and shuffling towards the door again. Once outside, they were silent again - but this time the lack of noise was not unsettling. 

“Hey I-”

“What about-”

Dejun and Aria looked at each other momentarily, before bursting out into laughter. 

“Okay that has to stop.” She giggled, hand coming to rest on his arm. 

“Agreed,” Dejun coughed out, ears flushing one final time. 

“You sure you’re feeling alright? You looked a little flushed back inside; that’s all.” 

“Fine!” He squeaked. “It must have been, uh, the lights, or something. Yeah.”

Aria puffed her cheeks out, but made no further comment.

Pulling away, she slipped her feet into the runners she was wearing for the interview - uncaring as to whether or not she’d accidentally break the backs of them. They were old ones, anyway, ones she’d been gifted as part of a brand deal that had fallen through; no wonder, she thought, as the shoes really were all look and no practicality. They were the least comfortable shoe she owned - and Aria owned a lot of uncomfortable shoes. 

“’Til next time?” She straightened up, head turned to Dejun.

He nodded, going to extend a hand as Aria stepped forward to wrap her arms around him in a hug. 

What followed, was a painstakingly awkward hand-body-shuffle-jerk dance that left Aria’s face flushed red from embarrassment and Dejun’s desire for the ground to open up and swallow him whole growing to immense proportions. 

Eventually, Dejun moved away, waved, turned on his heel and borderline sprinted away back down the hallway before Aria had a chance to return the wave. He rounded the corner, slowing to a stop in anticipation of slamming his head into the wall. However, thinking against it, Dejun instead turned to put his back to the wall, sinking down against it; lifting a hand to smack himself in the forehead. 

“Idiot.” 

[minutiaewritings]

but I knew you ⋆ draco malfoy

A/N- this is a draco malfoy imagine based off taylor swift’s song ‘cardigan’. 

Bold font is flashbacks, bold italic font are the lyrics! 

angst and i guess a little fluff here and there:)

Sensual politics When you are young, they assume you know nothing

Voldemort was back. There was no denying it, everyone knew it. Whether they wanted to believe it or not, he was back. Hogwarts no longer had that gleam of ‘safe and perfect’. 

“I saw him, Y/n, I did. I wouldn’t lie about something like this.” Harry potter mumbled next to you as you sat with the gold trio, your fork slushing around the mashed potatoes on your plate. 

“I know harry, I believe you. I just wish Umbridge did, she’s such a git.” You scoffed, causing Ron to chuckle. The turkey leg the Weasley was holding to his lips caused grease and juice to spew onto his chin. You and Hermione shared a disgusted glance as you handed him a napkin.

You were pulled out of your thoughts as you saw shining, blonde platinum hair enter the great hall. “I’ll be right back, I need to have a word with a certain Slytherin.” You excused yourself and shuffled towards Draco. 

You flattened your robes as you approached him. “Draco...”You said softly, reaching out to grab the pureblood’s arm. Draco jumped slightly, causing a frown to grow on your features. He had been so different lately, no longer wanting to sit with you at the astronomy tower in the middle of the night, no longer asking you to sit with him during meals. Dark bags had found a home under his normally bright, beautiful blue eyes. His eyes still caused your heart to falter but in a different way. When he looked at you, his expression was no longer soft and warm, it was cold and distant. As if he wasn’t actually there in front of you, his brain elsewhere. 

“Draco..” You said again, trying to get him to focus on you. 

“I have something to attend to.” Draco said coolly and turned, leaving you standing alone by the Slytherin table. Pansy gave you a sad smile, she was always weirdly nice to you. 

You returned a kind, small smile that you could muster. You turned on your heel and walked out of the great hall, your mind spinning and running through what the hell was happening.

Everything felt different. No, everything was different. And you knew it. 

-----

But I knew you Dancin' in your Levi's Drunk under a streetlight I, I knew you Hand under my sweatshirt Baby, kiss it better, right

You sat on your bed, thankful that your shared room was empty. You lied down and let out a sigh. What was happening with Draco, he’d been so different lately. He was normally so open with you, which was a surprise to everyone at first, especially you. But overtime you stopped wondering why he was so nice to you, you accepted it with grace and became close the Draco. You saw him differently than everyone else, you actually knew Draco. The real him. 

You remember your first of many Hogsmeade dates. 

It was spring time, the air felt clean and warm, inviting. You and Draco had just left the leaky caldron and had way too many butterbeers. 

“Watch your step here.” Draco said from behind you as you walked, stepping over a couple of fallen stones. You giggled softly, his warm breath fanned the back of your neck, causing goosebumps to fall in  it’s wake. You don’t remember why but you guys stopped for some reason, your conversation flowing with ease. There were giggles in the air and everything felt right. 

“When we get back to my common room, we need to dance.” Draco hummed, leaning against a lamppost. 

“The Draco Malfoy dances?” You teased.

“I do.” Draco said smugly, a playful grin erupted onto his lips, making your heart jump. “And I’m bloody good at it.”

“Oh yeah? Let’s see those moves Malfoy.” You laughed loudly as Draco began dancing. It was awful to say the least, his moves were sloppy from his tipsy state but it was the smile on his face and the laughs that fell from his lips that made you smile widely. 

You began dancing with him, no music, just the sounds of the two of you laughing and teasing each other.

Draco took your hand, spinning you before pulling you flush against his chest. Your breath hitched, whether it was the alcohol in your system or your underlining feelings, your cheeks darkened. 

“I’m gonna kiss you.” Draco said quietly, your eyes widened. “Not now, but soon.” You were content with that answer, despite you wanting his seemingly soft, pink lips against your own at that very moment.

Draco had kept his word, kissing you hundreds of times after that night. Each kiss and touch made you feel like you were on fire, alive. And you wouldn’t have it any other way. 

Tears pulled in the corner of your eyes as you the memories came crashing around you. You just wanted Draco to be okay again, something was definitely wrong. Your thoughts drifted to one specific memory.

You had just gotten out of detention with Umbridge. Her detentions were the worse. You had been laying in Draco’s bed, his arms around you as you cried silently. Draco accidentally brushed his fingers over the red, bleeding words on your hand, making you gasp slightly. “I’m sorry my love, I didn’t mean to.” He cooed in your ear softly. 

You offered the boy a sad smile and reassured him it wasn’t his fault. You and Draco sat in comfortable silence before he brought your injured hand to his lips. His breath fanned over the wounds, causing you to shudder. Draco eyed you carefully as he brought his lips to the wounds, kissing each letter that spelt out ‘I will obey authority.’

“Feels better already.” You laughed softly, causing Draco to smile widely. 

“In that case I’ll continue.” He grinned evilly before kissing down your neck, your eyes fluttering close as you embraced the warm feeling pulling inside your stomach. 

That Draco took care of you, making you feel good in more than one way. At the end of it all, you lied in each other’s arms again, whispering sweet nothings and basking in the scent of his sweater. 

“Y/N?” Hermione asked quietly as she looked at you, pulling you out of your thoughts. You weren’t even sure when she had entered your guys’ room.

“Sorry, what were you saying?” You offered a small smile.

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And when I felt like I was an old cardigan Under someone's bed You put me on and said I was your favorite

You sat on the edge of the windowsill, enjoying the night view from the astronomy tower. You snuggled into your sweater. It was one of Draco’s old sweater’s. You breathed in his scent, smoky and comforting. Merlin you missed him.

Suddenly something fell behind you, causing you to jump. You stood to your feet and say Draco standing at the doorway, the moonlight highlighting his features beautifully. “Draco.” Your heart hammered against your ribcage as you tried to steady your breathing. 

“Didn’t know anyone was up here, I’ll let you be.” He turned to leave. 

Before you could even think, your feet were moving and you were flying towards him. You wrapped your arms around his backside and whined softly. “Please. Please stay. I miss you.” You feel tears falling down your cheeks, leaking into Draco’s shirt.

Draco turned and pushed you away in one swift motion. You stumbled back, looking up at him with watery eyes. 

“Merlin, Y/N.” He sighed, running a hand through his hair. 

“Draco, I miss you. So much, please. Don’t push me away, I know everything about you and-”

Draco scuffed, cutting you off. “You don’t know anything, Y/N. We went on a couple of dates and snogged a little and suddenly you think you know me?” 

Why was he being so cold? “B-But I-I...” Your throat began to sting and burn as you swallowed back tears. “But you said you cared about me? You were so sweet and you made me feel special.” You just wanted Draco to say he was sorry, and for him to tell you what was on his mind as you played with his hair. You wanted to hold him and tell him everything was gonna be okay, that you guys would get through this together. 

“Oh, bloody hell. Y/N, you would feel special if any git held open a door for you. You just want attention, affection from anyone who will give it to you. Frankly, I’m rather bored of you. You’re quite boring and needy. You’re so dense to reality it’s rid-”

“Stop!” You screamed, you didn’t care if anyone heard you. You backed up to the window and leaned against it for leverage. “You-You asshole! Why, why are you being such a dick?! I’ve done nothing but be kind and patient with you, yet you’re saying all this...” You shook your head as the tears began to fall more and more. “You don’t mean it. I know you don’t. I know how you feel about me.” 

“Oh? And how do I feel about you, Y/L/N?” Draco smirked. 

“You love me, I know you do.”

Draco laughed, but it seemed like a tired one. “Oh, that’s rich. Really is. I don’t love you. I never have and I never will, you were merely a new experience for me. And now I’m done.” You looked at him, you could practically feel your heart breaking. 

“Fuck you.” You seethed and pushed past him, running out of the room and towards your common room. Your shoes pounded loudly against the stone floor as you rand ran. When you finally reached your common room, you collapsed on one of the couches and began sobbing. The sobs racked through your body, causing you to shake and heave for air. How could someone be so cruel? So heartless? Did you even really know Draco like you thought you did? Of course you did, you told yourself. But maybe you didn’t, because that person you left in the astronomy tower wasn’t the boy you grew to love. 

At the beginning, before you had met Draco, you always felt unlovable. Like you weren’t ever good enough for anyone. It seemed that way at least, always being second or third even. Boys would always want to be with you sexually, but none of them ever seemed to want more, want to love you. 

That all changed when you met Draco, he had made you feel special. Really special. He had made your heart skip beats and made you smile more than you had ever before. He was caring, kind and warm. he was funny, and sucked at cooking. He loved to read but wouldn’t show anyone that side of him. 

Draco had opened his heart to you, and you gladly took it. Draco had made you feel like you were enough for once, you always seemed to be first in his eyes. 

But you guessed that wasn’t the truth. 

----

'Cause I knew you Steppin' on the last train Marked me like a bloodstain

You hadn’t spoken to Draco since everything. You didn’t want to, the thought of him caused your chest to rise and fall in an ungodly manner. You didn’t want to see him smile or laugh, the thought caused bile to rise intro the back of your throat. 

“Y/n.” Ron said, you turned to the red head and smiled. “Gonna miss you this summer! You sure you don’t want to join Harry and Hermione coming to the burrow? Mum won’t mind one more mouth to feed.” He cheesed. 

“My dad misses me, I promised I’d spend the whole summer with him. But I will see you next year.” You gave your best friend a tight hug. You hated lying to Ron, to any of them. But you wanted to spend this summer alone, wallowing in your heartbreak. Your dad wasn’t even gonna be home for half the summer. 

“Alright then, we’ll see you later Y/N! We’ve got to catch the first train.” Hermione said as she hugged you quickly, followed by Harry. 

You waved your best friends goodbye, leaving you alone at the train platform. Other classmates waited here and there, some getting on the next train that came. Unfortunately you were the last train of the day. 

Leaning against a wall, you read a book to past the time, occasionally glancing up to check your watch. When you looked up from your thick book, you saw him. He looked handsome as always as he stared ahead at the train coming into the station. It was the last train. 

“Shit.” You cursed, spilling your book into your carry on bag and standing to your feet. You watched as Malfoy checked his luggage, making sure he had evrything he need. He stood straight again, eyes sweeping his surrounding before you two made eye contact. You felt frozen in place, watching as Draco took his eyes off of you and walked straight onto the train. 

He had looked at you, genuinely looked at you. Your heart sank as you thought about his face, his expression. He had no sign of remorse, his eyes had nothing in them that hinted that he missed you as much as you missed him. He looked more annoyed than anything. That’s what hurt the most, he seemed to hate you now. You blinded back tears before grabbing your luggage and climbing onto the last train. 

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I, I knew you Leavin' like a father Runnin' like water, I And when you are young, they assume you know nothing

You lied on your living room couch, flicking through the channels. You don’t know why you were so picky with what show too put on, it was just gonna be background noise anyways. That’s what it seemed like, everything was background noise now. Your thoughts were always filled with Draco’s eyes and his smile. 

Your friends all wrote you letters when you first arrived home for the summer, but you just never replied. You didn’t have the energy to. You didn’t have the energy for anything it seemed like. Your father was still away on business matters, thankfully. You knew if he saw you right now he would be worried, very worried. You looked tired, thinner than usual. You had the same bags under your eyes as Draco did. 

Merlin. Why did your stupid brain always go back to him. You sighed, rubbing your hand aimlessly over your eye lids. You were tired, but you hadn’t been able to sleep since Merlin knows when. Your dreams were plagued with happy memories and you hated it. You’d give an arm and a leg to have bloody nightmares instead.

Suddenly there was a pounding on the door. You looked over at the entry way, towards the front door. Your cat, Milo, sat on the headrest of the couch and stared at you curiously as you rose to your feet. You slowly made your way over to the door as the banging continued, now more loudly. You took a deep breath before opening the door, you genuinely didn’t know who it would be.

Ron, Harry, and Hermione stood at your front door, a smiling Dobby at their feet. Unlike the house elf, your friends did not have a smile on their faces. “Bloody hell, Y/N!” Hermione yelled as she shoved you aside, storming into your house. She turned towards you as the boys followed silently. “Are you kidding me? Where have you been? What have you been doing this whole bloody summer!” You’d never seen her so angry, she’d never gone off this bad with Ron. Dobby tugged on the sleeves of your sweater, making you tear your eyes off of your friends. 

“Dobby is sorry, Dobby only wished to help his friends find Y/N. Dobby was worried for his friend.” Your body began to shake as you heard him speak. They cared about you, all of them And you had lied to them for your own selfish reasons. You felt guilt eating away at you slowly. 

The frizzy haired girl looked down at the kitchen table, picking up a stack of unopened letters. Their unopen letters. “What the hell. You couldn’t even bother to open them.” Ron chimed in. He looked more hurt than anything. His frowned deepened as he met your eye. Harry remained silent, staring sadly at you.

“I-I..” You began to speak but the words could barely make it past your dry, chapped lips. You licked then quickly and looked down at your feet. You could feel the tears beginning to well up at the ends of your eyes. Merlin you were tired of crying.

“Is your dad home?” Hermione asked, her voice was less harsh but still firm. You shook your head as your bottom lip quivered slightly.

“When will he be returning?” Ron asked. You looked past him and at the wall behind him. You had to tell the truth, you’d already upset them.

“Another 3 weeks.” You said flatly. “I haven’t seen him since the start of summer. I’ve been here alone.” You looked at Harry, watching his eyebrows raise in shock.

“You lied to us.” Harry said, his tone dripping with disappointment.

That. That look they were all wearing on their faces, the silent words they weren’t speaking. The tension in the air. That was it. You felt something crack inside you and you gasped. Tears poured down your cheeks as you began breathing heavily. It was as if you’d had felt every possible emotion ever, but all of the negative ones. You felt loss, anger, betrayal, guilt, anxious, hungry, tired and numb. You couldn’t handle the way legs trembled as you collapsed the ground.

Harry was the first to act, scooping into his arms. Hermione came to your side and rubbed you. Ron crouched in front of you, tears in his own eyes as he watched one of his best friends break in front of him. “Y/N. What’s going on? What is happening to you?” Ron said softly.

“Just breathe, it’s okay we can talk about this after you calm down. You’re okay, we’re not cross with you. I’m sorry I yelled.” Hermione sniffled, hugging you while your in Harry’s arms.

“Yeah, we aren’t mad at you. We’ve been worried, extremely worried. That's why we’re here. We care about you.” Harry’s voice boomed behind you. Hermione and Ron nodded quickly, agreeing with the Boy Who Lived. 

After you had calmed down and were able to make coherent sentences, you told them everything. You told them why you lied, you explained what happened with Draco. You apologized over and over, begging for your friends to forgive you for being so dumb. You were so dumb for not telling them, what were you thinking? You were so caught up in your head that you completely forgot you had amazing friends who meant the world to you. 

“It’s okay, I’m sorry that happened to you. You deserve nothing but the best. Draco is far from that.” Hermione whispered softly next to you. You and the golden trio were now in your room. Hermione lied next to you, Ron on your other side as Harry sat on your floor, rubbing a purring Milo. 

“I swear I’ll bash his stupid face in when I see him. No one deserves to hear those things he said to you, especially you.” Ron said as he rubbed your arm comfortingly.

“I..I just didn’t expect him to just leave like that. So abrupt and sudden.” You sighed. Draco had left your life just as fast as he entered it. Changing everything just the same. The pain you had felt when he left was the same pain you felt whenever your father would leave for his business trips. You remembered how you wrapped yourself around his tall frame, throwing a temper tantrum because you didn’t want him to leave you. But now it was Draco who had left, and you couldn’t wrap yourself around him to make him stay. 

The rest of the night was spent cuddling and talking with your friends, and drinking pumpkin juice. You were happy that they came, truly. You didn’t want wallow in your sorrow anymore. You wanted to be free from Draco and the memories. But that was easier said than done. 

----

But I knew you'd linger like a tattoo kiss I knew you'd haunt all of my what-ifs The smell of smoke would hang around this long 'Cause I knew everything when I was young I knew I'd curse you for the longest time Chasing shadows in the grocery line

Returning back to Hogwarts wasn’t as hard as you anticipated. You’d spent the rest of your summer with the Weasley’s at the burrow. Molly was exhilarated when you showed up at her door with Ron, Hermione and Harry. The mother never failed to make you feel like you were apart of their big family. 

You’d just finished unpacking your trunks when Hermione waltzed into the room. “You’re lucky I’m letting you have the bed next to the window. I always claim it.” She hummed as she plopped down onto your bed.  You laughed loudly. 

“Well thank you, I don’t know how I could ever repay you.” You giggled, sitting next to your best friend. 

She wore a wide grin as she grabbed your hands in her down. “I know how you can repay your debt.” She began as she watched you slowly. “Please tell me if you need anything, I’m serious. If you need to cry, let me know. If you need space, let me know. Just don’t push me away again. Any of us. We all love you, Y/N. You’re our best friend and we want to help you, that’s all.” 

You smiled and threw your arms around the girl’s shoulders. “I love you, Mimi. What would I do without you.” You whipped the few stray tears that had escaped your eyes. 

“Please don’t call me ‘Mimi’! I hate that childish name.” Hermione groaned before standing up. 

You laughed as you followed your friend out of the dorms and through the common room. You made your way through the halls and towards the great hall. Harry and Ron were at your table already, chowing down. Your stomach grumbled loudly as you took in all the food before you. The welcoming feasts were always the best. 

You sat down quickly, putting some shrimp and green beans onto your plate. “They have shrimp?” Ron asked, mouth full of bread. He eyed the shrimp on your plate before slowing reaching across the table. 

“Ronald! Get your own shrimp, you thief.” You swatted his sticky fingers away from your plate. Ron smiled and scooped some of the seafood onto his own plate. Everything felt right again, you felt happy. You didn’t have to force a smile or a laugh, it was so natural. You’d missed yourself, you missed feeling like yourself. 

A smoky, sweet scent wavered passed your nose, causing you to drop your fork onto your plate. You knew that smell all too well, it was him. You turned your head towards the smell and saw his blonde hair walking towards his table. You watched as he sat down with his Slytherin friends, laughing at something one of them had said. 

You frowned, turning forward again. The familiar feeling of dread began to fill your chest once more. You didn’t want to cry, you were so tired of crying. “Y/N.” Harry said softly, reaching across the table and touching your hand gently. “You’re gonna be okay, it stops hurting eventually.” You nodded at his words, thanking him. 

And you were okay, somewhat. Somedays were harder than others, but you could feel yourself healing minute by minute. The memories didn’t help though. You couldn’t go to the astronomy tower anymore, the memories too strong to ignore. You couldn’t sit under your favorite tree by the black lake anymore, memories of eating stolen pastries and chocolates with the boy who broke your heart. Hogwarts wasn’t the same without Draco by your side. You didn’t want it that way, but for now that was your truth, your reality. 

Draco had imbedded a place in your mind, whether it was a present thought or in the back of your head; he was always there. 

----

A/N- let me know how you guys like this one:) PART TWO IS UP YAY!!!

part two- What am I now?

[xxiaoyang]

divine | xiaojun (m)

xiaojun has been working extra hard lately, so you decide to reward him for his efforts and make sure he knows how amazing he is

words: 3k

warnings/tags: smut, praise, body worship, oral, kinda dom!reader, sub!xiaojun, noona kink?, feelings, some fluff, this is pretty soft i think

a/n: the make a wish mv made me feel all sorts of ways, and i just think xiaojun is perfect so.

you're sitting on your couch in your apartment transfixed by the video on the tv in front you when your phone vibrates next to you, pulling you from your trance.

did you watch it yet?

it was your sweet boyfriend, dejun, wondering if you had already seen the music video for his unit's new song.

he must not have thought that you would be watching the clock, ready by your tv for it to be posted so you could see just what he had been up to the past few weeks. dejun was being oddly secretive about this comeback in particular. normally he would be running to you, excited to show you some new choreo or sing for you since you always expressed how much you loved it. to be frank, he loved the praise.

so it was surprising that this time he shared almost nothing about this new song with you. but now, after watching the music video about six times and repeating his parts several more, you understand why.

you're almost thankful that he never came to you and showed you anything before the release, because the finished product was overwhelming, to say the least. and if he showed up in front of you with that, you might not have let him finish his part.

you grabbed your phone immediately to answer him.

of course i did. baby, that was...

you were...

you were at a loss for words. there was nothing you loved more than seeing dejun looking so confident on stage, feeling good and shining under the spotlight. the way he lost himself in his performance took your breath away every time - and made you extremely hot. he was irresistible.

dejun giggled to himself at your reaction, knowing exactly the effect it had on you and how you were feeling. he just wished he could get there quicker.

is that a good thing? was i alright?

he knew very well that you were practically drooling over him, but he wanted to hear it. the only validation he really cared for was yours. it made him feel so good and made him want to do whatever it would take to please you and hear it more.

you scoffed at his message, but gave in anyway. dejun deserved to be praised, worshipped even, for his efforts.

you were more than alright, baby. you stole the show, i couldn't even see anyone else in that video.

dejun smiled at your message and waited for you to finish typing.

you're incredible, truly. i love seeing you front and center. i love the way you look when you dance, you have so much power and charm. and your voice is so smooth and sexy. it's perfect. you're perfect.

you couldn't help but gush. it was all the truth and you wanted him to know.

on the other end of the phone dejun was hiding his very red face in his hand, your words affecting him so strongly that he was sure the other members could see his thoughts floating through the air.

a sudden wave of heat came over him, the crowded van now too hot for him and the heavy thoughts that invaded his mind. he needed to be alone, but he had to wait a little longer.

he wanted you. he wanted to see you and hear you say all of those things to him. the thought was quickly overtaking him and his sense, and he knew he needed to get out of the car soon or else he might embarrass himself- and the other members.

he mentally cursed the traffic in the city and pulled up his phone to text you back.

are you home? can i come over? please

your heartbeat picked up at that.

you don't have any schedules for the day?

no, i'm free for tonight. we just left practice and we're on the way home. i'm sure manager-nim could give me a ride if that's okay?

you hesitated for a moment, though you weren't really pondering it. the answer was always yes. another message came through before you could reply.

need you, noona

it felt like your mouth was going dry, you needed him just as much. it felt like it had been so long since you had him all to yourself. you typed three letters and tossed your phone onto the cushions of the couch, rushing to your room to change.

yes.

dejun had to hold back the moan that threatened to fall past his lips. he was already planning on going to your place, knowing his free time was rare, but now that he was on his way he was getting restless.

he checked his gps to find they were less than ten minutes away from your apartment. with a sigh he put his phone in his pocket, focusing on looking as normal as possible for the rest of the ride.

it was only a few minutes after you'd finished getting ready that the sound of knocking filled your apartment.

you jumped and hurried to the door, hastily opening it and pulling dejun inside and checking that there was no one in the hall.

closing and locking the door, you turned and pulled him into a tight hug, not realizing how badly you missed your sweet boy.

dejun squeezed you back, melting into your touch and humming into your hair. it felt like coming home. he felt safe.

you were the first to pull away, stepping back to take his face in your hands and look at him. you removed the mask and threw it somewhere on the table nearest you, sighing at his beautiful features. often you wonder how he could even be real.

"hi," he whispered cutely, as if it were a secret.

you giggled, "hi baby. i've missed you."

he let his eyes close and leaned into your touch. he could be like this forever.

your eyes moved over his face to his blond hair, thinking back to the music video.

"so, that's what you were hiding from me, huh? you wanted to keep it a surprise?"

he lowered his head in your hand and nodded, as if he had done something wrong.

"wanted you to surprise you. i've been working really hard and i'm pretty satisfied with my parts. wanted you to see it when it was perfect."

your heart swelled at his confession. one of the things you loved most about your boyfriend was his passion. he always put his best into everything he did, and it always produced wonderful results.

you moved your hand to the back of his neck, playing with the hair there.

"you should be satisfied. you're amazing. i'm sure you're going to be everyone's new favorite once they see you."

you intended for it to make him feel good, stroke his ego a bit, he was always so humble.

dejun shook his head and held your waist in his hands, his slender fingers gripping at the fabric of your shirt.

"thank you," he buried his face into your hair, "just wanna be your favorite."

you pulled back with your hands on his shoulders, rubbing them and moving to his chest while his eyes followed your movement.

"you are my favorite boy, always have been, always will be."

you could feel his breathing quicken under your hands and decided to take it further.

"my favorite boy who dances so well, sometimes i can't believe ten is the lead dancer of the group."

he lifts his head at that, thick eyebrows arched, his warm eyes searching yours for any sign of bluffing.

you double down. "my favorite voice. the prettiest singing voice i've ever heard. and even speaking. i could listen to it for the rest of my life."

he lets out a whimper and grips your shirt tighter. that's when you're reminded that you're still standing at your door, and he's still in his coat and shoes.

you pause to slip his jacket off of his shoulders, hinting at him to come inside and get comfy.

dejun kicks off his shoes and follows as you guide him to your bedroom by the hand, heart thumping in his chest, his mind replaying your words on a loop.

once in your room, you gently push him back against the door, smoothing your hands over his chest, taking note of how much harder it's gotten in the last few months. the corner of your mouth twitches at that.

you continue your attack. "and you've been looking so delicious lately. your arms are so big and toned and your chest has gotten so broad. i could eat you whole."

you're careful not to overdo it so he doesn't overthink your compliments. you know he's a bit self-conscious about his body and you don't want to make him feel like you're teasing.

your words hit the right spot and he shivers, a low moan escaping him.

he tilts his head back against the door and you take the opportunity to press your lips to his neck, sucking lightly and leaving kisses up to his jaw.

"you've been working so hard, haven't you?" your fingers crawl under the hem of his light blue sweatshirt and up his sides causing goosebumps to rise beneath your fingertips.

"noona..." he croaks out.

you hum and continue nipping at his neck knowing how sensitive he is there while your hands make their way to his bare chest. you want to see him, but you want to work him up some more.

"my little boy has gotten so big, don't you think?" you drag out the word and feel his whole body flinch at the name. he loves when you call him that. it makes him feel safe and protected and, well, little.

dejun feels like his legs are going to give out at any moment. between the praise and your touches, he's surprised he's still comprehending any language at all.

you want to make him feel loved, to tell him what you see and show him how much you appreciate every bit of him, so you push on.

"you were so sexy. who said you could dance like that?" you finished your sentence with a pinch to his nipple, earning a cry from him.

"i just might get jealous," you teased, no seriousness behind the statement.

your fingers kept rubbing over his hardened nipples and it was making it hard to think. dejun never really said it, but he wanted you to be a bit possessive. he wanted you to want him, to claim him.

he shook his head, seemingly all he was capable of doing in this position, as he fished for words to respond.

"'m yours. your boy. no one else's." he was panting.

you fingers never let up on his nipples, circling and flicking them, only leaving them momentarily to drag your nails down his chest.

dejun's knees were getting weaker, buckling once and making you wrap your arms around him to keep him up.

you decided to stop your teasing and give him what he deserves.

"come on, baby boy, let's get you on the bed."

he just whined and allowed you to walk him to it, sitting him on the end as you moved to straddle him.

dragging your hands down his sides, you paused at the bottom of his hoodie, looking at him to ask for permission.

he nodded and lifted his arms for you to pull it the whole way off.

looking at him like this was like a break in the clouds, the light of the heavens shining on you and filling you with warmth. you could never get over how beautiful he was. every part of him held a different wonder to marvel.

"that's right. you are my boy. my special boy."

you leaned forward to press your lips against his tenderly, the first time since he'd arrived.

dejun tilted his head and let you lead, his tongue joining yours when it poked past his lips.

he tried to focus as your hands roamed around his torso, eventually migrating down to the waistband of his jeans.

"can i see more of you, my love?"

dejun was sure this is what heaven would be like. the way you were so gentle with him, taking care of him and making him feel so special. always making sure he was on board with you before initiating anything. the way you could make even the most simple names seem like a gift. he had to try not to get swept away in his feelings. he gave you a sure nod.

with that you looped an arm under him and shifted him higher onto the bed with you.

"up." you hooked your fingers under his waistband and he obediently lifted his hips to let you tug his pants down to his knees.

seeing him exposed to you like this, skin so soft and light with a pink tint, made heat swirl in your stomach.

"my baby boy is so pretty."

you crawled over him and leaned down to kiss his chest right over his heart. a soft sigh came from above you.

leaving a trail of open mouthed kisses on the way, you move from his pink nipple down his stomach over his belly button.

"do you know how much i love your tummy?"

dejun wasn't sure if he should answer so he lifted his head to meet your eyes.

"it's one of my favorite parts of you. i love how smooth and soft it is. i love how sensitive you are and how much you react when i scratch at you here." you punctuated your sentence with a light scratch to his hip bone, making him squirm under you as if on cue.

"i love your small waist and your hips, you have such a nice figure," you traced your hands down as you spoke.

he whined from the back of his throat. he would never get used to your compliments.

"t-thank you, noona."

you hummed in response, finding it cute how willingly he used the title for you.

"my other favorite part of you," you whispered as your fingers inched toward his already hard length, "is this one." your fingers brushed up his shaft and his whole body jerked.

you wrapped your fingers around him softly, stroking his tip and spreading his wetness with your thumb. your boyfriend threw his head back into the mattress, groaning in a deep tone.

you couldn't wait any longer, you wanted to taste him.

straddling his legs, you positioned yourself over him and leaned down to wrap your lips around the head of his dick.

"ah-" his cry was cut off when you lowered your mouth onto him, taking him almost the whole way. he could feel his brain sloshing around in his skull and he knew he wasn't going to last long.

your tongue moved in circles over his tip before you removed yourself with a soft pop.

"my baby boy is so big, all for me, hm?" you wanted to keep him with you so he didn't cum so soon, but the blissed out look in his eyes told you it was futile.

he nodded frantically. "all for you. just you. shit. please."

"so big and wide for me, fills me up so well."

dejun was bucking into your hand, his own clutching the sheets and one coming down to search for yours. when he finds it he threads his fingers with yours and squeezes.

you squeeze back, trying to control the fluttering in your chest, and stroke him faster with your other hand.

his moans are getting more frequent and higher in pitch, and you have to remind him to keep still. he's close.

"what do you want, baby? do you want to finish with my hand or my mouth?" your hand still stroking the edges of his head.

he groans and squeezes his eyes shut, the stimulation leaving no room for coherent thought. it takes a few seconds before he's able to say he wants your mouth.

"please," he adds.

you smile at him and dip your head back down into position. "that's my good boy."

you're bobbing your head up and down, focusing on his tip with your tongue, trying to give him as much pleasure as possible.

dejun's grip on your hand tightens and he's mewling and moaning out pleas for you to keep going.

you pull off of him for only a second, "i love the sounds you make, baby. let me hear you." and you go straight back into it, moving your mouth on him faster.

he can feel the pressure building up in his tummy, he's about to cum.

"noona, please. it's so good, i'm gonna... i need to-"

"mm, you can. cum for me, angel. paint it over my tongue." you drop back onto him all the way, letting him hit the back of your throat and hollowing your cheeks.

his arms are twitching and his back arches as he gasps. "noona! i'm-"

that's all he gets out before you feel him shooting into your mouth, his hot cum sliding down your throat and overflowing into your cheeks. you milk him of all he has and stop right before he gets over sensitive.

you lift yourself off of him, keeping some of his cum on your tongue to show him, then swallowing as he watches with hooded eyes.

he never lets go of your hand and pulls you up to be eye level with him, your chest against his.  

dejun tilts his head and kisses you eagerly, tasting himself on your tongue and sighing into your mouth.

you peck his lips and sit up on your elbow, taking in the sight of him. watching as his shoulders rise and fall with his breathing, sweat glistening on his neck and forehead. a pink glow in his cheeks. he looks angelic.

"you're so beautiful, dejun."

his eyes open a little wider at the use of his full name, and his heart falls a little further when he sees the look in your eyes.

he doesn't try to thank you, instead he wraps his arms around you and brings you closer to him. "i love you."

"i love you too, my beautiful boy. always."