#but also it’s like sometimes you fall in love for the first time at sixteen and it’s doesn’t really work out but

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wdym willy scored a ppg on david’s penalty this is why homophobes hate gay people

[dcxdpdabbles]

DCxDP fic: Copyright

The first time it happened, the Waynes were walking around a street market, glancing at the art, when a woman wearing a Red Hood jacket and drinking out of a Red Robin coffee traveling mug struts by.

The heroes stop to stare, more in shock, to see how well the two items are done, which grabs her attention.

She grins at them, waving her cup. "You guys like the bats? You should check out both nineteen. He sells all official stuff."

"Official?" Dick repeats.

"Yup. He has it all trademarked." She says, pulling out a business card. She hands it to Dick with a smile before bidding everyone goodbye. Babs reaches up, snatching the card from Dick's slack hold, pulling out her phone to research the name.

Babs hisses through her teeth when she finds out that, yes, whoever the artist is, they did, in fact, trademark their designs. But not only did they cover their art, but they also put a copyright over the idea of all the Gotham heroes.

"He copyrighted Batman!?" Tim demands, reading over the baby's shoulder. "The symbol, the technology, the fighting moves- his shadow!? How!?"

"No one else did," Bruce answers with an amused smile. "He probably realized this and decided to slap one on while he had the chance."

"He can't do that!" Tim shouts. "Batman should sue him."

"Kinda hard to take someone to court regarding vigilantes." Dick shrugs his shoulders. "The Bats are illegal themselves, and they didn't copyright before this guy did."

"He owns Robin!" Jason announces with a laugh.

"That son of a-!!" Dick shouts, twisting around and stomping down the booths. People who recognize them jump out of the way for the raging celebrity. The rest of the Waynes were right behind him, a few slightly surprised by the pure anger on the eldest face.

Not Bruce or Jason. They see and personally know Dick's rage.

"How dare he try to claim Robin!" The eldest hisses, rounding the last row and stumbling to a halt. The rest are unprepared for his sudden stop, so they stumble into his back.

Grunts of pain and slight soft swears are heard as the group tumbles over onto the ground. Dick is unfortunate enough to end up on the bottom, feeling the total weight of his family. He's pretty sure Bruce's elbow was digging into his lower back, and Tim's head had slammed on the back of his neck.

Maybe Alfred was right about them going on a stricter diet. Ouch.

"Get up this instant. We are ashamed of the family name." Damian hisses from where he is standing above them. Of course, Cass is next to him with a cheerful smile.

Both of them had danced out of the collision in a way that appeared accidental to the untrained eye. Bruce likely let himself fall because he enjoyed causing scenes as Brucie Wayne, no matter how much he denied it.

"Dick." Jason groans, taking the hand Cass held out for him with grace. "Why did you stop?"

"Look at both nineteen." Dick hisses feeling Tim delibertly dig his elbow into his back. His brother offers him a sweet, innocent smile that does not hide the anger in his eyes. Sometimes Dick wonders if anyone can spot the pettiness in Tim or if his madness hides it.

"Oh," Steph whistles when she hopes off of Bruce to stare at the booth owner. "Yeah, I get it. He's hot"

"No!"Dick shouts, rising up from the ground. There is horror in his voice that makes the Bats all tense. "No, he is not hot. That's disgusting Steph. Look at him. Tell me who's face that is."

It's Bruce who spots it first. "I have more chidlren?"

Damian gasps. "Father, you have more blood, children!? How did you recognize him, Richard?"

"He looks exactly like Bruce at that age." Dick hisses, leaning closer. "The Titians and I met Bruce when he was sixteen during a mishap with a time wizard. I may have pretended to be a butler sent to Wayne Manor for training to get access to the cave. The cave was the location that we had to use to go home."

"That was you?" Bruce demands. "I thought that was an idiot who was in love with Alfred."

"Ew, why?"

"You kept complimenting his cooking, doing chores for him, and trying to take him out for a fun night in town!"

"Well, excuse me for wanting Alfred to have a week's vacation from the broodiest and most troublesome teen!" Dick shouts, throwing his arms in the air. "You were literally hissing at him whenever he told you to bathe!"

"I didn't like water back then!"

"Hey guys?" Jason cuts in. "Tim left."

Both men swing to stare at the second eldest with twin looks of confusion. "What?"

"Tim. He's over there. Yelling at kid-Bruce." Jason points to where a crowd is slowly building around them. Tim is in a screaming match with the owner. There is a lot of hand-waving, faces turning red in anger, finally ending with the owner throwing himself over the Red Robin merchandise with a protective little snarl.

Tim reels back and punches him in the face.

"Oh shit," Steph sighs, running towards the both as the owner is quick to tackle Tim. The Waynes find it odd that they must show off their bat training to break the two apart.

And that's how the Waynes get on the front cover of almost all media coverage that tells the story of Danny Fenton (Wayne). Bruce's second secret love child with a married woman (Jack and Maddie had briefly opened up about their marriage back then, so neither was mad) and who had met his biological father after a public fight with his adoptive brother.

Danny would like to go on record as saying that he was unaware of why Tim cared so much that he saw a fantastic business opportunity and took it. It's not like Batman could challenge his copyrights, and if the crimefighter came for his kneecaps over it, he would find himself against the Ghost King.

True the Ghost King in name only, but the Bat didn't know that.

Danny will be honest if asked how he felt about finding out Bruce Wayne is his father. He already knew. When he was around twelve, his parents sat him down and told him. It was how his dad explained where babies came from, the genuine Welcome To Puberty! Talk and what open marriages meant—which was as horrific as it sounds—and they never bothered with it again.

Because Jack Fenton had been the one to raise Danny, he had been the one who held him after his mom gave birth and had been the one who loved him with all his heart despite not being blood-related.

He had a bigger reaction to having to fist-fight Tim Drake over the fact he made Red Robin the official LGBT+ member of the Bat family because he is bi, no matter how much Tim insists Red Robin was straight.

It sounds to him like Tim is deep in the closet and in denial. Bisexual Red Robin forever!

[poetskings]

@jegulus-microfic | April 18: sock | 1.6k

James is sexiled and decides to spend time with Regulus.

There’s a sock on the door knob.

It’s been a long day and James is tired and there’s a fucking sock on the door knob and if he listens close enough he can hear soft grunts.

He’s happy for Sirius and Remus, really, he is, he just wishes that they’d fuck at Remus’ every now and then, and at least keep it to the bedroom.

Sirius and James share a college flat with Peter, Marlene and Lily, so there aren’t many options when they’re all out. Today,  James knows that Peter and Lily have chess club, and Marlene’s training for the women’s boat race, so it’s only him who’d be around.

He sighs and turns around, sending Regulus a text as he goes.

Been sexiled – your dorm free?

He’s walking before he’s received a response – he’s almost positive that the answer will be ‘yes’, and he hasn’t seen Regulus in a week, so they’re long overdue a catch up.

Their friendship was one of the more unexpected things to come out of Regulus bucking centuries of Black tradition and instead following in his brother’s footsteps, choosing Cambridge over Oxford. He settled in nicely to Corpus Christi, flying through his first few years as a history undergraduate while Sirius and James chose Trinity instead.

It took a while but slowly and tentatively Sirius and Regulus attempted to heal their relationship, strained by Regulus’ years at Harrow after Sirius packed up and left when he was sixteen, dropping out and enrolling at a local state school instead. They’re much better now; their barbs at each other aren’t quite as jagged. There’s love there, now, rather than just animosity.

As Regulus and Sirius attempted to mend their relationship, James and Remus had been called in early on to mediate, or sometimes it was Regulus’ friends, Evan and Barty, or even Pandora. From those early tentative meetings in neutral territory, new and interesting friendships bloomed, most of all between Regulus and James.

From early study sessions, it evolved into coffee dates and library outings, and when Remus and Sirius sorted their shit out it became even more frequent – the pair never make James feel like a third wheel, but nonetheless they deserve time to themselves, even if James would prefer for them not to fuck on every and any available surface in their dorm.

Regulus is a comforting presence for James; he doesn’t demand anything of him. James is naturally an extrovert; always the centre of a room, but sometimes he needs to recharge, and Regulus lets him do that. He reminds James of calm waters on a spring day, and whenever James needs to quiet his mind, he finds the youngest Black. He only hopes he offers Regulus some of the same comfort in return.

That, and maybe something more. Maybe he hopes that one day there’s a sock on his door knob, and that the reason is Regulus..

James is drawn out of his thoughts as his phone dings.

Sure – text me when you’re here, will come meet you

It’s a five-minute walk but James makes it there in two, calling Regulus to get him to buzz him in. He’s a familiar figure amongst the second years at Corpus, and he’s pretty sure a few of them will have also texted the youngest Black to alert him to James’ presence.

The college door opens and Regulus emerges, dressed in sweatpants and a Trinity rowing sweatshirt that James left last time he was over. He’s so lovely, James thinks, an impulse he doesn’t know how to control; isn’t sure he wants to control it.

“Sexiled, huh?” Regulus holds the door open as James steps through, falling into step with each other and walking up a flight of stairs to reach Regulus’ dorm. It’s empty, although that isn’t uncommon for Regulus. Barty and Evan hold unsociable hours, and Regulus, Pandora and Dorcas have a frankly insane amount of extracurriculars to attend, so they’re rarely together.

“There was a sock on the front door and I’m pretty sure I could hear noises so I didn’t want to risk it,” James says, settling himself in the kitchen, finding Regulus’ mug and a new one with a deer in glasses; a ‘congratulations’ for James’ performance in the inter-college boat races that’s become a permanent fixture in Regulus’ dorm.

He locates the teabags; Yorkshire for James, organic for Regulus, before turning back to the mugs.

“I don’t blame you – those two seem to spend more time fucking than not – it’s a minor miracle they get any work done,” Regulus chuckles, gently bumping James’ hip to get to the fridge, taking out his oat milk and James’ rice milk.

They settle into the routine like it’s second nature; they’re familiar with each other in a way that’s almost intimate. They stand together waiting for the kettle to boil, perhaps a bit too close for it to be entirely platonic, but James isn’t going to move away if Regulus doesn’t.

He always feels like they’re teetering on the edge of something more than what they are, something better, but for all of James’ bravery, he isn’t sure how to make the next move, and he doesn’t want to wreck this peace that Regulus and his brother have been working so hard on.

“So, how was your day?” Regulus asks, tilting his head to better look at James. He looks unbelievably soft in James’ jumper and James thinks that if he just moves his pinkie he can link it with Regulus’.

“Exhausting. I had rowing first thing and a few readings to do for my supervision that I’d completely missed,” James sighs. He loves his degree but he’s never been as organised as Regulus, who seems to have work done almost before it’s set. “Also, I spent a solid ten minutes looking for that jumper.”

A light blush creeps up Regulus’ cheeks at that. “Sorry, you left it here after practice last week so I washed it but completely forgot to text you.”

A smile falls across James’ face. “You’re fine, Reg, and besides, it suits you. I guess I should get myself a Corpus one to match, huh?” He smirks as the red of Regulus’ cheeks becomes more pronounced.

The kettle whistles and Regulus turns away from James to fill their cups. “James Potter, behave yourself.” He hip checks James again, this time with a bit more force. Except he doesn’t move back. He stays there, leaning against James, and James feels like his entire body’s a livewire.

The tightrope they’re walking is getting more taut, and James finds himself eager for the fall.

“But Regulus, dearest, where’s the fun in that?” He leans forward, entirely too close for it to be platonic, and Regulus is turning, turning-

“Ow! Fuck!” James forgot about the fact that Regulus was holding a kettle of boiling water, and he’s paying for that now. Water splashes over the counter as Regulus rushes to put the kettle down, taking James’ hand and leading him over to the tap.

He turns the cold water tap on, letting it flow over their entwined hands. He is too still, too silent, and James wants to go back to where they were. He wants the tightrope back. He wants to fall.

He can be brave, he thinks, if it means he gets to have something with Regulus.

Regulus is staring intently at their entwined hands, like it’s the most fascinating thing in the universe, and James breaks the silence.

“Reg-”

“What are we doing, James? We’ve been tiptoeing around each other for weeks and it’s driving me insane and I want to be around you all the time and I think I’m already half in love with you so I’d love if you can clear up what this is,” he states, false bravado injected into his tone, but James can hear the tremors. He’s so nervous, but so brave. Regulus Black, the Lion Heart.

It takes a while for the words to register in James’ head.

Oh.

Oh.

James removes his hand from the running water, ignoring the slight sting and the inevitable burn that will be left. He cups Regulus’ cheek, forcing the younger boy to look at him. Regulus is terrified, but so hopeful.

“Reg, I- I want-” James runs his hand through his hair in frustration. He can’t get his words out.

“Jamie?” Regulus’ voice is so soft, as though he’s worried he’ll scare James off, and the only thing James can do is kiss him.

Regulus’ lips are rough, a bit chapped from where he nibbles on them when he’s nervous. He tastes of tea and cinnamon and James wants to devour him. There is nothing soft about it. James’ tongue darts out, soothing Regulus’ lips, and the younger boy lets out a moan that’s pure filth and ecstasy and James is falling, falling, fallen.

He wants to do this forever.

His hands find their way to Regulus’ waist, tracing the skin underneath the Trinity sweater that’s been driving James insane since he first saw Regulus wearing it. It’s his, it’s him.

They break apart to breathe and James attaches his lips to Regulus’ neck, marking, claiming. He can’t think beyond this moment, beyond the boy in front of him.

“Jamie, we should- we need to-” he cuts himself off, broken sighs escaping his lips as he tangles his hands in James’ hair.

James reluctantly removes himself from Regulus’ neck, taking the boy’s face in his hands. “Do you want this, Reg? Do you want me?”

Regulus’ eyes trace James’ face, and whatever he sees softens him.

“Always, Jamie.” And James is lost.

They’ll talk about it later, as the sunlight paints the walls of Regulus’ room, but this is enough for now. For ever.

And if Barty finds a sock on the door knob when he comes back from the library, well, that’s between him and Regulus.

[yelenasdiary]

I have request for A widow's sunshine

Could you write a reader that is like fifteen or sixteen and she found out recently she's like lesbian and she comes out to her parents and also tells them she has been dating someone for awhile

Hope this made sense, English is not first language lol

Coming Out

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Reader, Natasha Romanoff x Daughter! Reader, Kate Bishop x Reader

Summary: You come out to your parents for the first time

Angst, Comfort

Warnings: Mentions of Homophobia?, Mentions of fears of being disowned, if I missed any, please let me know | 0.9K

AC: Thank you for sending this! I am also open to an alternatives to this! If you want Reader to come out as anything, I would be happy to write it! 

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For months now, you couldn’t come to terms with the feelings you were having. You knew deep down that your mothers wouldn’t judge you or disown you but still, the thought of coming out to your parents brought its worries. You’ve known since you started high school that you were a lesbian, you’ve never looked at a boy and thought about how they looked or ever having a little crush on any. But you found yourself crushing hard on a girl in your history class. 

Kate Bishop. What could you say about the girl with blue eyes and long dark hair without falling harder for her? She was funny, carefree and extremely skilled at archery. You ended up helping her with some history homework which is how the two of you formed a friendship, a friendship which soon led to a relationship. Being a sixteen-year-old and having a girl in your room wasn’t something that your parents worried about, in fact, they never had a reason to worry. You’d never been open about your sexuality with them, but you also almost never showed them any interest in a romantic life for them to have questions about. 

Well, Wanda did. Sometimes you’d come home from Kate’s house with a flustered look and your lips as red as strawberries. She didn’t want to scare you or make you think you were in trouble for anything, but it was something Wanda noticed and did bring up to Nat who was now her wife of 8 years. 

You wanted to tell them; you really did. You wanted them to meet Kate and for Kate to meet them but any time you thought to bring it up, your stomach turned and suddenly you were telling Kate that you couldn’t do it. But something changed in you tonight. It was time and you promised yourself you wouldn’t let the feeling in your stomach change your mind. 

Wanda and Nat were washing up the dishes from dinner, Wanda handing the wet plates to Nat to dry and put away when you had interrupted them. “Is everything okay love?” Wanda asked, drying her hands on the clean hand towel. You nodded, “I just need to talk to you both about something, its important” you replied. 

“Okay, how about we sit in the dining room” Your mother, Nat, suggested in a soft tone. You smiled softly in reply before wandering into the dining room and taking a seat, waiting for your mothers to take theirs. They sat together across from you, looking at them as they waited for you to speak only made your stomach turn more than before. You swallowed the lump in your throat, your eyes dropped to your hands that were in your lap as you picked at your nails. 

“I….I don’t know how to say it” you said almost too quietly. 

“Whatever it is honey, we are here to listen” Nat replied, “did something happen?” She asked. You shook your head, “N-no, thing has happened, but something might?” You looked up slowly. Your reply only worried your mothers more. 

“What do you mean sweetheart?” Wanda asked. You could tell by your mom’s tone that your comment added more to their worries. 

“I mean-“ you sighed, trying to rack your brain for the right words to form but all you could think of was how nervous you were feeling and how you were starting to think this was a bad idea. “Y/n, it’s okay, just say whatever comes to mind” Nat said softly. You looked to her and nodded, taking a moment to gather yourself. 

“Well, I guess I know you both won’t judge or disown me, but I guess I am just worried about others” you started, “Mom, Ma, I like girls and I have a girlfriend” the words flew from your lips. Both of your mothers smiled at you, “oh honey, how long have you had that built up?” Wanda asked. 

“I guess I’ve known I’m a lesbian for a year but Kate and I, we started dating two months ago” you replied with honesty. 

“Kate as in your friend Kate? The one you have study dates with?” Nat asked, just wanting to know more about the young teen who has stolen your heart. You nodded, “I really want you guys to meet her, like properly. Not just in passing when you pick me up from school”

“We would love to meet her” Nat replied with another soft smile, “but you are studying at those study dates, right?” She added slightly rising her brow. Your eyes widened at her suggestion, and you were quick to close those thoughts down. “Yes, I promise!” You replied. 

“Sweetheart, what did you mean that you’re worried about what others might think? has somebody said something?” Wanda asked, bring the topic back to your comment that she couldn’t forget. 

“Oh, I guess I was just overthinking things” you said. Your mind now reminding you that all the people who love you would never judge you for this, if they were to do so, they would be judging your parents as well and you knew that would never go down well. 

“How do you feel about Kate coming over for dinner tomorrow night? I’ll cook” Wanda smiled. 

“I’d really like that” you replied, trying to hide the giddy smile that tugged at your lips, “so would Kate” you added.

Natasha stood up and walked over to you, wrapping her arms around you and placing a kiss on the top of your head, “we love you so much” she whispered, “and I’m really happy for you detka” she added. Her loving support really helped push any other negative thoughts you were having away. You knew you could never doubt the love and support from your parents and you were glad you were finally confident enough to open up to them.

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Hexed

Summary: Autumn Fest has everything. Fall décor, yummy treats, and a clumsy Namjoon who accidently gets himself sex hexed by a witch in the woods

Paring: Namjoon/Reader (The other members are very minor characters)

Work Count: 10.6K (oops)

Rating: M/18+ SMUT

Tags: Lots of backstory, friends to lovers, humor, smut, sex curses, clumsy Joon, Autumn vibes, boners that will not go away, Namjoon has a big dick, belly bulge, blow jobs, hand jobs, fingering, penetrative sex, cum swallowing

Authors Note: We love spooky fall vibes around here

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Living in a small town in the middle of nowhere might seem boring to some, but it has its perks.

For starters, you knew almost everyone in town, making it a very tight-knit community where everyone helps each other with whatever they need.

Secondly, you spent your whole life here, meaning you know the town like the back of your hand, knowing the best cafes and restaurants and also the best views to watch the dazzling late summer sunsets which glow vibrant and much more orange predicting the end of the summer and the beginning of your favorite season…autumn.

Hands down the best part of living in a small town was the festivals.

Every season there was a celebration, there was the Ice Fest in winter, where you bundled up in your warmest clothes and sipped hot chocolate while you roamed the snowy streets gazing up at the lights overhead and struggling to get the best spot for the winter parade.

Flower fest in the spring, where the streets were lined with little tents where people could sell flowers, baked goods, or small homemade arts and crafts.

The festival in the summer brought you to the beach where there were volleyball tournaments and a sandcastle-building tournament, which you had lost spectacularly last year when one of your teammates sidestepped wrong and crushed it three minutes before judging.

However your all-time favorite time of year was Autumn, and the Autumn Fest was something you looked forward to all year.

It started as a tradition when you were young. Your parents would take you every year making sure to hold onto you tight as you navigated the town square holding their hands and looking up in awe at how the trees were beautiful shades of red, orange, and sometimes yellow. Stalls were set up along the main street where hot apple cider was sold alongside pumpkin or maple treats. The air was always crisp and cool and you would spend hours strolling around looking at everything there was to see.

Autumn Fest was also how you met your best friend and your secret crush, Namjoon.

You were at the Fest with your parents and your older cousins. The adults thought you were old enough to be unsupervised so you trailed after your cousins and reveled in the joy of finally being fifteen, old enough to be on your own for the first time.

However, your cousins were less than thrilled about having their “baby cousin” trail behind them and ditched you the second they could.

You didn’t panic when you couldn’t find them. You had been at this festival every year so you calmly began to walk back to where you started hoping you could find at least someone from your family.

After getting stuck in a large crowd and making two wrong turns you were lost and too short to see over the crowd.

Panic set in as you clutched your small beaded bag and backed yourself into a corner hoping to calm down and not start crying.

That was when a hand extended out to you and you looked up to see a boy around your age staring down at you in concern.

He had short dark hair and glasses, he smiled at you softly which showed two dimples on his cheeks, you had never met anyone with dimples before so you were intrigued

He introduced himself as Kim Namjoon and asked if you needed help.

You told him you got separated from your family and he offered to bring you back.

It turns out he had just moved here two years ago and was a year older than you. Even at Sixteen Namjoon was tall and was able to navigate the crowd easily as he asked very politely if he could hold your hand so you don’t get separated.

You immediately developed a crush on him as he took you through the crowd and kept you calm.

After twenty minutes of looking you spotted your parents and Namjoon being the gentleman he was, took you right to them, and made sure you got there safe before shooting you a smile and turning to walk away.

You didn’t let him go that easy and asked if he had a cell phone. He nodded and gave you his number saying his phone was for “emergencies only” but he was sure his parents would make an exception if he was texting a friend.

While you both went to different schools you stayed in touch. Texting every day, talking on the phone when you could. Namjoon told you about his life and his friends and you told him about yours.

Because he was a year older he would sometimes come over and help you with your homework. You were convinced he was a genius which always made him laugh. You liked when he laughed as those beautiful dimples would pop out and his eyes would crinkle making your stomach flip and a blush rise on your skin.

Even now ten years later Namjoon still managed to make you blush.

Your secret crush was never revealed, instead, you smartly kept it hidden in the pages of your locked diary refusing to let it surface so you didn’t ruin your friendship with him.

You had watched from the sidelines as he dated some girls, none of them ever lasted too long. You even dated a boy in your last year of high school but it just didn’t end up working out.

In University you and Namjoon joined your friend groups and soon enough it was a huge group of ten. Two of your friends were dating two of his friends and even though you both got teased about how you both should just date each other nothing ever came from it.

But sometimes…. fate steps in….in a way you never would have imagined.

Present Day

You smoothed your hair down and checked your reflection in the mirror one more time.

You decided to go peak fall vibes with your outfit as you decided to wear your orange sweater and light-colored jeans.

Once again Autumn Fest was upon your little town and you were going with your big group of ten which would be exciting as it was hard for all of you to get together nowadays.

Everyone was adults now, with their responsibilities and jobs and lives and while you got together when you could, getting all ten of you together was a struggle.

You all had agreed Autumn Fest this year was a must.

Before you could get too lost in your thoughts your phone buzzed on your dresser and you picked it up in time to see Namjoon video calling you.

“Hey Joonie!” You said as you accepted the call and immediate chaos ensued.

“Hi Y/N!”

“Tell her we are almost there!”

“Ask her if I can borrow her pink sweater I didn’t think it would be so cold!”

“It’s October of course it’s cold! Mina! Come on!”

“Hey, I want to see her!”

You let out a laugh as you sifted through your closet to fetch the pink sweater you knew Mina was asking about. You wondered why she didn’t just ask her boyfriend Yoongi for a sweater but shoved it in your messenger bag anyway.

“Guys one at a time!” You teased as multiple faces filled the frame and you could hear Jin scolding everyone as he was trying to concentrate and not crash the car.

“We are on our way if you couldn’t tell.” Namjoon teased as he pushed Taehyung out of the shot and focused the camera on himself.

And god did he ever look good.

His hair was much longer these days and the perfect shade of brown to complement his eyes. He was wearing a plaid jacket and kept throwing his head back and laughing as Taehyung fought to stay in the frame.

“Hi Y/N!” Taehyung screeched as you giggled and Namjoon gave him another hard shove.

“Tell her we are a minute away!” Yoongi called as you rushed to gather all your things while holding the phone. You threw everything into your messenger bag and ran down the stairs.

“Thanks, Yoongi!” You called as you could see Namjoon pouting on the screen.

“What about me?” He asked, lower lip sticking out in the cutest way.

“All you did was call me and let Tae cause chaos.” You reminded him as you could see the van pull into the driveway.

When Jin first announced he was getting a van everyone teased him calling him a “soccer mom” but on days like today you thanked your stars he did have a van because it was able to fit more than half of your group inside.

The other half was riding with Hoseok.

You made sure the door to your apartment was locked and practically skipped to the van as Mina threw open the door and you were met with a chorus of hellos as you struggled to get into the backseat smushed between Namjoon and Taehyung.

Namjoon gave you a sideways smile as you belted yourself in and fished through your bag throwing Mina the sweater you nabbed from your closet as Jin pulled out of your driveway and to the town’s main square.

The drive was full of chaos but that was usually how it was with your group. By the time you found a parking spot, you were itching to get out of the van and into the fresh crisp autumn air.

Jin was lucky enough to get a spot three down from where Hoseok parked and you all met up in the parking lot exchanging hellos and hugs.

Jimin raced towards you and pulled you into a crushing hug and he excitedly babbled in your ear about how this year they were determined to get Hoseok on some rides and not let him chicken out as he did almost every year.

Jimin, Jungkook, and Taehyung were leading the way to the festival grounds as Yoongi put his arm around Mina, Jin held hands with Sooji and you snuggled into Namjoon’s side.

He smiled down at you.

“I feel like with all this chaos I never got to say hello.” He said softly as you blushed and pushed your hair back from your face.

“I mean I did just see you two days ago remember?” You tease as you shove your hands in your pockets to ward off the chill.

“Two days is a long time. You were probably going through withdraws without me.” He comments slyly as you dramatically roll your eyes and enter the town square.

It is beautiful as always with overhead lights woven through the streets and small vendors everywhere selling small handmade things. You can already feel your mouth watering when you get a whiff of the maple pancake stand as your group stands there to take it all in.

“Alright, Hoseok we need four to ride so you’re coming with us,” Taehyung explains as Hoseok’s eyes widen and he tries to come up with an excuse but the younger boys are strong and Jungkook and Tae hold his arms back and Jimin cackles as he waves to everyone before leading the three other boys to the far end of the grounds where three rides are set up.

“Should we stop them? Hoseok looks like he’s already going to throw up.” Yoongi muses as the rest of you giggle and you can hear Hoseok’s protests fading as he is led further away.

“I’m sure he will be alright,” Jin says as he wraps an arm around Sooji and leads her towards the food muttering something about how he has waited all year for a pumpkin pie.

The group slowly disperses which leaves you and Namjoon to fend for yourselves and after a short discussion, you decide to go up and down the rows of vendors and see what they have. You both decide it is best to stay away from the rides as you know how persuasive Jimin, Jungkook, and Taehyung can be.

You both chat as you walk up and down the rows, taking your time to peek in the white tents if something piques your curiosity.

It’s a beautiful day with a big blue sky and large fluffy white clouds and you smile when Namjoon buys you both hot chocolates and you get to wrap your hands around the cup to warm them.

After an hour of browsing, in which Namjoon purchased a new black woven scarf and you purchased some small hand-painted pumpkins you both made your way to the end of the stalls where there were picnic tables set up where people could relax and eat.

“They had a lot more this year than last year huh?” Namjoon asked as you both stood off to the side to sip your drinks.

“Yeah, I’m sad the basket weaver didn’t come back though. She was always so nice.” You replied jutting out your bottom lip in a pout which caused Namjon to crack a smile.

“She was the best. Hopefully, she will come back next year.” He said using his free hand to rub your back soothingly which causes a shiver to run down your spine that has nothing to do with the cooler weather.

“I liked her for her baskets. You only liked her because she always said how handsome you were.” You teased as Namjoon flushed and adjusted the beanie on the top of his head.

“She thought I was handsome…..Since when?” Namjoon said sarcastically as you nudged him and rolled your eyes.

Every time you visited her stall she always not so subtly flirted with Namjoon commenting how he just kept getting more handsome with age. She was very bold with her flirtation and Namjoon always politely laughed it off seeing as she was much older than him to begin with.

“Come on should we head back and see if we can find the others?” You asked changing the subject.

As Namjoon was about to agree, something caught his eye.

A booth was hidden in the back that was not the usual white like the others but an indigo blue scattered with small white stars.

“Woah what’s that? I’ve never seen that here before.” He said pointing it out and staring at you.

“Maybe the basket weaver upgraded?” You teased as he nudged you and headed towards the booth.

“Wait where are you going?” You asked struggling to keep up with his long strides as he made his way over. The booth was tucked far back and for a second you wondered if this area was restricted as no one was even over here and the music from the Fest seemed to die away.

“It’s a booth, right? One we have never seen before. We should check it out.” He said as you pulled on his arm to get him to stop.

“Should we though? It’s in the middle of nowhere, and kind of spooky. No one is even over here.” You comment feeling goosebumps rise on your skin.

“Come on Y/N. Don’t be scared I’ll protect you.” He says valiantly as you shiver again but slowly nod trying to ignore the uncertainty that is stirring inside of you.

Namjoon leads the way over to the tent and you can see there is a little wooden sign that was hammered into the ground that says “Come in and Discover…”

You bite your lip.

“Discover what?” You ask Namjoon as he is looking a little leery.

“Should we go back? Seriously?” You ask as a cloud covers the sun setting everything in a dark shadow and the wind picks up making the leaves dance around your feet.

“It will be fine. I want to know what this sign wants us to discover.” He says opening the doors to the tent and stepping inside.

You follow suit and gasp.

It is a lot bigger on the inside and not what you expected at all.

The tent is huge with bookshelves lining every wall. Small wooden tables are set up with little glass vials and bottles, and hanging from the ceiling are all sorts of dried herbs.

The whole place smells of musty roots and bark and you both stand there in shock and take it in.

The shelves are lined with books and trinkets. Some of them have crystals on them and others have tarot cards and other mystical things.

“I don’t think we should be in here.” You whisper as you are about to back away but Namjoon slowly steps forward and begins to search the shop.

“Seriously Joon we should go. No one is even in here.” You hiss as something moves at your feet and you nearly scream until you see it is a small black cat nudging its head against your ankle.

“The cat likes you.” Namjoon quips as he searches the shelves but you are still frozen on the spot.

You shouldn’t be here.

Something about this place is off, though you can’t put your finger on exactly what.

It’s giving you a bad feeling.

Namjoon scans the shelves then he moves to inspect the small wooden tables which each have something different displayed.

From worry stones to crystals, to a whole table dedicated to rose quartz. He moves around silently as he takes it all in and the stars on the ceiling seem to glimmer above him.

“You have to admit this place is cool.” He says stopping in front of the tarot card table and picking up a deck to inspect it before putting it down.

The hair on your arms stands up and you aren’t exactly sure why but something about this place is setting off alarm bells in your head and you know you need to leave

“Yeah real cool now let’s go. Please.” You beg as Namjoon cocks an eyebrow and lets out a laugh.

“Don’t tell me you're scared? I said I’d protect you.” He says smiling softly as the cat leaves your side to nuzzle his ankles and he leans down to scratch under its soft chin.

When Namjoon straightens up he forgets how close he is to a table, his hip hits the table hard and knocks over a vial of something that breaks and spills everywhere.

“Oh shit.” He hisses as he turns to scoop up everything with his hands as you beg him not to touch anything.

“Shit Shit Shit.” He chants as the curtain on the other side of the room flies open and you hear Namjoon scream in fright as a lady stands there with her hands on her hips.

She had greying hair that was in a long braid down her back and piercing blue eyes that seemed to stare into your very soul. She wore a simple long forest green dress and when Namjon began to apologize she waved him off.

“Happens all the time dearie. My shop seems to attract clumsy people. And while you are tall and strong, Kim Namjoon you are clumsy.” She says getting a broom and sweeping up the glass that fell to the floor.

You are frozen on the spot as Namjoon slowly backs away to stand by you again.

“H-How do you know my name?” He asks voice low and panicked as you feel your heart beat in your chest. You have lived in this town your whole life and have never seen this woman before.

“Oh, I know a lot of things.” She muttered as he swept everything up in a small dustpan and got rid of it in a garbage nearby.

“We saw your booth and we were curious. I’m so sorry for breaking…whatever that was. I’ll pay for it.” He says nervously getting his wallet from his back pocket as she once again waves him off.

“No need. The cat warned me I had visitors and one would break something. I was prepared.” She said taking out the same vial from her pocket and placing it on the table.

Your jaw dropped.

“Th-The cat?” You asked as her eyes met yours and she nodded.

“Oh yes, he is a very knowledgeable cat.” She said as the black cat appeared again this time weaving between your legs before joining her on the other side of the room.

“Uh well sorry again We-we should g-go.” Namjoon stammered as you swallowed thickly and nodded.

She cackled which sent a shiver down your spine.

“Leaving so soon? You were so curious about this place?” She commented as Namjoon stepped closer to you nearly shoving you out the door.

“I think it’s best if we go before we break something else. Have a good day.” He said nudging you out the door with his shoulder as the store owner chuckled.

“May I at least do a palm reading?” She asked softly holding out her hand to Namjoon and beckoning him forward.

“Uh, I really think we- sh-should go.” He said halfway out of the tent as you struggled to see what was happening over his shoulder.

“Just one? It will take only a moment. No one ever comes to my tent and I rarely get such exciting visitors.” She pleads as Namjoon sighs.

“Don’t Joon. I’m serious let’s leave.” You hiss but you can tell her pleading works when Namjoon steps forward and offers his palm.

She giggles in delight sounding more like a young girl and not an old woman as she takes his palm and you see Namjoon visibly shiver.

She studies it for a bit. Turning his hand over and tracing the lines before she hums and lets him go.

“You have a lot of responsibility at work. Though not the oldest you take on the role of the oldest with your friends. Your parents may not tell you they are proud of you but they are. You need to stop hiding emotions that have been buried from your teenage years, they will just eat away at you more and more. Telling someone how you feel will set you free you know.” She quips quirking an eyebrow as Namjoon blushes.

“I-I don’t know what you're talking about.” He says lowly as she grins at him.

“Oh dear boy I think you do. And if you don’t….the ties of fate will step in” Her voice dropped dramatically when she said the last part causing Namjoon to jerk out of her grasp and hit the table behind him, breaking more vials, this time full of liquid which sloshed down his jeans.

“Shit!” He exclaims as in an instant the store owner hands him some paper towels to dab and the wet spot on his thigh which isn’t too noticeable because of his dark jeans.

“I-Shit I’m so- you startled me and-” Namjoon stammers as she once again waves him off as if destroying her goods is perfectly normal.

Or maybe the cat warned her again.

“I-Yeah-We should go.” You say grabbing Namjoon's arm and not waiting for her to offer to read your palm instead you wave at her and drag Namjoon out of there before he can wreck more stuff.

“You okay Joon?” You ask when you are safely far away from her tent and Namjoon throws the paper towels out.

“Besides my pride being hurt I’m okay.” He says taking off his beanie to run his hands through his hair nervously.

“The palm reading didn’t hurt, right? Like you’re okay?” You ask staring back at the tent.

“Yeah I’m good she just…startled me that’s all.” He says also staring at the tent with a weird look on his face.

“Should we forget about that and go back to the others?” You ask shaking your head and trying to put that whole weird interaction behind you.

“Y-Yeah let’s go.” Namjoon agrees as you both walk off, but you notice him gazing back at the tent a couple of times.

After that weirdness the rest of the afternoon was fine. You met up with Jin, Yoongi, and their girlfriends and after much searching you found Hoseok pleading with the others to do something besides making him sick from rides.

You all sat down in the large seating area after ordering warm soups and while you snuggled next to Namjoon you noticed he was quiet all afternoon. While everyone around you chatted and took pictures Namjoon kept staring into his soup like it had all the answers he was looking for.

The rest of the afternoon your big group wandered the grounds but Namjoon still kept to himself, keeping his hands tucked into his pockets and staring at his shoes or the ground.

He had been off ever since that encounter with the spooky vendor and every time you tried to talk to him or lean into him he froze up or shied away from you, opting to wander ahead with the others leaving you behind with Jin, Sooji, and Hoseok.

“Did something happen with you and Joon?” Hoseok finally asked as he looped his arm through yours and smiled softly down at you. The others had gone up ahead to stand in a long line for a maple donut but you stayed back saying you were full from lunch.

“Yes? No? I don’t think so. Not sure.” You say finally telling Hoseok about the weird interaction and how Namjoon had hardly talked to you after that.

“Do you think the Witch did something to him and now he hates me?” You ask biting your bottom lip in nervousness as Hoseok’s eyes widen.

“Was she actually a witch?” Hoseok fretted as you shook your head.

“I mean she never introduced herself so I can’t call her by a name, can I? She seemed very witchy.” You admit as Hoseok smiles.

“I think it’s all just the theme of the Fest. You know. Autumn, Spooky vibes. She probably turned it up because you were her first customer. Namjoon is probably fine but I can ask him about it if you like.” He offers and you rest your head on his shoulder and smile up at him.

“I’ll be okay. Thanks for the offer though.” You say as the group comes back and Yoongi advises everyone that they should head out as a storm is going to blow through in around an hour.

You all make your way back to where you parked and as you are piling in the vehicles you realize Namjoon isn’t anywhere to be found.

“Wait where’s Namjoon?” You ask Jungkook who is getting into Hoseok’s car and frowns.

“I thought he was with you?” Jimin pipes up as you shake your head and pull out your phone to call him.

Just as you are about to hit call Namjoon runs across the parking lot, cheeks red as he holds his beanie firmly on his head and nearly collides with Yoongi when he tries to stop.

“Where were you we thought you were with us?” Taehyung asks from the backseat as Namjoon tries to catch his breath.

“I just got separated that’s all.” He says holding one hand to his chest to control his breathing.

You cocked an eyebrow as you took in his disheveled look.

“Well, you found us that’s all that matters. Now we need to go a storm is coming. They said we are in for a lot of rain.” Yoongi warns as everyone piles into the vehicles and Namjoon settles in the back with Taehyung letting you sit in the middle.

This time is different though as he folds himself up as small as possible and angles his knees away from you, not bothering to look at anyone but instead to look out the window where small raindrops were starting to hit the ground and the sky was thick with dark clouds.

Taehyung nudged you and shot you a confused look which made you shrug your shoulders as the van doors closed and Jin made sure everyone was belted in before pulling out of his parking spot.

The drive home was quiet as everyone seemed tired from the day, the only sounds being the radio and the rain hitting the windshield as Jin navigated the streets.

“Can I be dropped off first?” Namjoon asked breaking the silence as Jin stared at him through the rearview mirror.

“Namjoon you are squished in the corner I was going to let Yoongi and his girlfriend out first because their house is the closest.” He explains as Namjoons lips purse into a tight line.

“Please Jin. Me first?” He asks as Jin’s eyes meet yours for a brief moment before shrugging his shoulders and turning his signal on to get in the other lane.

“Why do you want to go home first? Are you okay?” You whisper to him as Namjoon turns away from you and places his forehead on the glass and huffs out a small sigh.

“Whatever I did I’m sorry okay? But you can’t just ignore me Joon.” You say grabbing for his arm as he shoves you away which causes Taehyung to reach across you and smack Namjoons forearm.

“Hey! Don’t treat Y/N Like that!” He nearly shouts causing most of the car to look back at you.

“Sorry, I just don’t feel good that’s all.” He mutters still not looking at anyone as his jaw clenches and the rain comes down harder outside.”

“Don’t worry Joon we are almost there,” Yoongi says as Jin turns on Namjoons street.

The car ride is painfully silent and by the time Jin pulls into Namjoon’s driveway he already has his seatbelt off and is climbing over the seat to get out of the car.

“Wait until the car stops!” Jin shouts but Namjoon is already half over the seat and almost in Sooji’s lap as he throws open the door and covers his head with his hands running across the driveway to his door.

“Where the hell are his manners? No, thank you. No goodbye?” Yoongi grumbles as you unclip your seatbelt and chase him out in the rain.

“Y/N? What are you doing?!” Taehyung asks as you climb over the seat, careful not to wack anyone in the face as you jump out of the vehicle.

“If he’s not feeling well I have to make sure he is okay. Thanks for the ride Jin!” You call as you close the door and run up the driveway squinting in the pouring rain and praying he didn’t lock the door.

Lucky for you the door was not locked and you slipped inside waving at Jin and the others as you closed the front door.

The house was eerily quiet as you kicked off your shoes and watched as Jin backed out of the van and headed down the street.

The rain was pouring down and thunder was booming as you made your way through Namjoon’s house.

He wasn’t in the living room or bedrooms so you figured he was in the bathroom.

You bit your lip wondering what to do and decided to knock on the door and let him know you were there.

“Joonie! You okay? Can I get you anything?” You asked as you heard him yelp from the other side as you pressed your ear to the door.

“Go away Y/N.” He demanded as you crossed your arms over your chest.

“No. If you're not feeling well someone has to stay with you and I volunteered. Now tell me what you need.” You asked as you heard him groan.

“Nothing I just need to be alone. Please. Leave me alone.” He growled.

“Okay well I’m going to the living room and if you're not out in half an hour I’m coming to check on you again.” You warn as you stomp down the hallway and plop yourself on his couch.

The rain was lashing against the windows and the sky was alight with lightning and even though you didn’t like storms you stayed put on Namjoons couch clutching a pillow and wondering what the heck could be wrong with him.

After ten minutes you heard the shower running.

After thirty minutes you heard the shower still running.

Was he trying to drown himself? What the hell was going on?

You were starting to grow nervous so you sat outside the bathroom door and played on your phone waiting for him.

After fifty minutes the shower stopped.

After an hour the door finally unlocked and Namjoon stepped out looking distraught.

“Joonie thank god I was about to kick down the door.” You admitted scrambling to stand up as he glared down at you.

“Why are you still here?” he asked frostly as he crossed his arms over his large chest and stared down at you.

“Because I already told you I’m not leaving. If something is wrong and you are sick someone has to take care of you.” You say as he pushes his wet hair from his forehead and lets out a weary sigh.

“Sorry for caring about you.” You say voice dripping with sarcasm as you feel anger bubble up.

Namjoon shifts from foot to foot.

“It’s not like that it’s just-”

“It’s just what Joonie? Almost all afternoon you ignored me and pretended I didn’t exist. You stormed out of the car without saying goodbye to anyone and are now annoyed I’m staying here to check in on you to make sure you are okay. Don’t be all annoyed I care about you.” You bite out glaring at him as he shoves his hands in his sweatpant pockets and shifts foot to foot again.

“Come on let’s go to the couch. I think we have to talk.” He says not bothering to look at you, instead rushing past you to the living room.

Your stomach drops.

You padded across the floor to the living room and sat on the opposite end of the couch from Namjoon, tucking your legs under your body and holding a pillow close to your chest.

“Namjoon whatever I did to upset you I’m sorry, but you have to talk to me about it not just ignore me all afternoon.” You start as his lips part and he shakes his head.

“It’s not that. You didn’t do anything to upset me.” He says in a low voice as another rumble of thunder makes you flinch.

“Then what the heck is going on?” You ask fiddling with the pillow.

“I uh. Fuck this is awkward.” He mutters running a hand through his hair and shifting on the couch nervously as he fiddles with the pillow in his lap.

“You can tell me anything Joon.” You reply softly as his eyes meet yours and he nods.

“Well, I’m not sick. I mean I am. I guess. I dunno… after we visited that Witch I started to feel funny.” He begins, swallowing hard and not making eye contact with you.

“Okay, I’m glad we both admit she had spooky witchy vibes.” You tease as Namjoons eyes snap to yours and he looks serious.

“Y/N she is an actual Witch.” He confesses as you stare at him in disbelief.

“Sure Good one Namjoon.” You say cackling as he shakes his head again.

“I asked her. She is a witch. Descendant of some super-powered witch from eons ago.” Namjoon says in a serious tone which has you sitting up straighter on the couch.

“You didn’t ask her. I was there? I would have heard you ask her.” You deadpan.

“I went back and asked her. There were things I needed…to talk to her about.” Namjoon says slowly as his eyes once again are fixed on a spot on the floor as he clenches the pillow in his lap and his cheeks flush a pretty pink color.

“Okay? Sure… so she’s a Witch. What does that have to do with anything.” You say in disbelief.

“No Y/N she is seriously a Witch. I’m not kidding.”

You stared at Namjoon as he continued.

“When I first entered, I thought the whole thing was a joke. The stars, the tarot cards, and crystals. I didn’t mean to knock over the table but I did. I apologized again when I revisited her.” He explained as you stayed silent.

“She read my palm and I just felt…weird. Like tingly throughout my body when she touched me. This sounds silly but I felt like I could feel she was…magic. Or had magic. The whole thing gave me goosebumps.”

You nodded as the rain came down harder outside.

“Anyway when I knocked over the liquid and it got on my pants that’s when I started to feel….wrong. You ushered me out before I could ask her what the hell spilled on me but I figured it was nothing. Until it was something.”

“When the guys were in line for food I slipped away and went to talk to her. It was getting…worse and I figured she had something to do with it. She told me it was liquid desire and until I acted on it the…symptoms would stay the same or get worse.”

You cocked an eyebrow.

“She told me things about myself that I…well…. I knew… but there were things I never told anyone. She knew a lot about me. I figured I could fix it on my own and that’s why I left the car and ran into the bathroom. I didn’t want to involve anyone else.” He says eyes finally locking on yours as you take in his story.

“So she….hexed you? With liquid desire? And it made you…sick?” You asked slowly forming the words knowing how obscure they sounded coming out of your mouth.

He nodded and you let out a nervous laugh.

“Namjoon I’m sorry I just, this doesn’t sound real… I mean a Witch hexed you? She’s not a real witch? I just….what?” You asked still laughing nervously as Namjoon groaned.

“This is why I didn’t want you here I know I sound crazy!” He exclaims.

“You do sound a little bit crazy. You could have just said you ate something that didn’t agree with you.” You reminded him as Namjoon covered his hands with his face and groaned.

“What? That’s a lot more believable than you knocking over a table in a Witch hut and hexing yourself!” you explain as Namjoon finally has enough and whips the pillow off his lap.

You look down and gasp as all the pieces fall into place.

Liquid Desire.

Symptoms

Oh.My.God.

Namjoon groaned and threw himself back against the couch as he spread his legs wider and you gasped when you saw his bulge pressing against the soft material.

Even from across the couch, he looked painfully hard and it all clicked in.

That was why he wanted you to go away.

That was why he took such a long shower.

That’s why he was so snappy with you and ignored you

“You spilled liquid Viagra on your pants?” You say softly as Namjoon lets out a pitiful groan and you can see his cock twitch against the material.

“Something like that yeah, she called it liquid desire. From what she explained some people will have a strong desire for money or food but she said in my case it was what I desired most.” He said voice muffled by the pillow he threw over his face in embarassment.

“You got sex hexed?” You whispered as Namjoon finally lifted his head and made eye contact with you.

“That’s why I didn’t want you around. It’s embarrassing. I figured I could take care of it on my own but Y/N it’s not going down.” He whined, cheeks a rosy pink in the dim lighting and you swallowed hard.

Well.

That was…

Well.

“I- Don’t know what to say.” You admit feeling your body heat up and a slow pulse between your legs as your eyes once again flitted down to the sizeable bulge filling out the fabric of his sweatpants.

His cock was hard and straining against the material. You could see the slight curve to it that made your core throb and your mouth water. You felt bad because Namjoon was clearly in distress but he also looked so hot sitting there so turned on he couldn’t take it.

“I asked her how to break it and she told me. But I figured she was wrong somehow.” Namjoon explained carefully as the lights flickered from the storm outside and goosebumps rose on your skin.

“How do you fix it?” You asked staring up at his handsome face in the lowlight.

“Someone who I desire has to be the one to fix it.” He says as you suck in a breath and try not to stare at his crotch.

“Well uh- I’m sure we can go online and find one of your past girlfriends.” You say leaning down to grab his laptop from the coffee table desperately trying to ignore the throbbing between your legs.

“It’s not them. That won’t work,” he says voice strained as you turn to him abandoning the laptop for now.

“Then we go back to the Witch and make her reverse it.” You confirm as Namjoon shakes his head.

“I’m trying to help you here and you keep shutting down my ideas!” You complain as he bites his lip and groans again.

“Y/N It’s you. You gotta fix this. I can’t. I’ve tried.” He grits out as he scoots closer to you on the couch and you back away.

“What? Me? It-I-Um-What?” You stammer feeling heat rise to your cheeks and blood pounding in your ears.

“It’s about desire, right? So it’s not me. It can’t be.” You say looking anywhere but him and feeling your heart race in your chest.

“It is. God Y/N it is. I’ve liked you for so long. The Witch even told me it was you. I was too stupid to admit it to myself but she could see right through me.” He pleads grabbing your hands as you flinch and stand up.

“I-I don’t know what to say. This-This is too much. I mean-Yeah- I just- Give me a minute.” You fret as you pace his living room and Namjoon lays down on his stomach on the couch giving you the time you need.

“You don’t have to like me back. I just… It won’t go away Y/N and it’s so painful at this point. I’ve made myself cum four times already and it won’t fucking go down. I’m so horny right now.” He admits as you feel a shiver run down your spine and wetness coat your panties.

“Fuck Joon you can’t say shit like that.” You breathe out as you stop pacing to stare at him.

He is on his stomach on the couch, his big dark eyes look up at you and you can see him subtly shifting on the couch, rutting his hips into the cushions which makes you nearly whimper.

“It’s true. I’m so fucking hard. Y/N you are the only answer please.” He begs and you cover your face with your hands.

“I know I’m asking a lot and this was not the way I wanted to tell you I like you but fuck we gotta do something. I can’t go on like this and there is no way I’m going to a doctor about this.” He pleads staring up at you.

“This isn’t how I pictured our first time to go you know.” You admit as you sit on the very edge of the couch and Namjoon’s eyes widen.

“You pictured this?” He says slowly and you smile.

“Of course Joon. I’ve liked you for ages too I just didn’t want to ruin the friendship and now I gotta get you off so your dick doesn’t explode. It’s not very romantic.” You say as Namjoon chuckles and sits up, using his large hand to adjust his bulge which causes your eyes to flick down to it again.

“After this, I will take you out on a date. A real date. A super romantic date. I promise.” He says as the heel of his hand comes down to grind against his aching shaft, still trapped in the confines of his sweatpants.

“Is this just your boner talking?” You tease as he shakes his head.

“Absolutely not I want to take you out on a date. I’ve wanted to for a while I just didn’t want to ruin the friendship like you said. I wasn’t sure if you felt the same way.”

“So you’ve been hard since we visited the Witch? That’s a long time Namjoon.” You say as he nods.

“Yeah, why do you think I distanced myself from you? I didn’t want you to think I was a pervert walking around like this. That’s why I stayed on my side of the car. The jeans I wore made it super freaking obvious I was hard and no matter what I did it would not go away” He groaned still rubbing his hand along his hard-on.

You can see his dick twitch as he strokes it slowly and you bite back a whine.

“I can’t believe a sex hex brought us together.” You groan as Namjoon laughs.

“We can keep that part between us. Actually, I’d rather we did. My friends would never let me live this down.” He admits.

You both laugh to ease some of the tension then you lapse into a comfortable silence.

“Okay so we have a plan so should we-” You say, suddenly feeling nervous as Namjoon smiles softly at you.

“We don’t have to just get it over with. We can take it slow. I want to take it slow if you're okay with that. I don’t want our first time to be just because of a stupid sex hex.” He explains as you nod slowly and he shifts so he is sitting upright on the couch.

“C’mere. Can I kiss you?” He asks and when you nod he pulls you onto his lap so you are straddling his thighs and he presses his lips to yours.

The kiss is slow and careful as both of you feel it out. His hands stay firm on your back as he pushes you into him and tilts his head to deepen the kiss.

You moan against his mouth as Namjoon slowly slips his tongue inside and runs it along yours making goosebumps appear on your skin.

The kiss is electric and you shiver when he forcefully grabs your hips and pulls you closer into him so you are resting comfortably overtop of his aching hard-on.

His hands are firm on your back as he traces lines and continues to kiss you with passion.

You lace your hands through his hair and tug the strands softly as Namjoon lets out the most delicious moan against your lips.

You can’t help but grind down on his cock as he whines and arches his hips up desperate for more friction.

“Need you so bad,” he begs against your swollen lips as you smirk and gather the hem of his shirt taking your time to get it off his head.

You have seen Namjoon shirtless before and it never failed to take your breath away.

His body was lean, sculpted, and perfect to leave kisses on which was exactly what you did.

You continued to slowly roll your hips, giving him the friction his cock needed as you trailed your lips down his collarbones and chest.

Namjoon threw his head back and grunted as his hips met yours, pressing his cock harder into you as you took your time tasting every inch of his skin.

“Please Y/N I’m so fucking hard for you. Don’t tease.” He whines as you get up off of his lap to push the coffee table out of the way and settle down on your knees.

“How many times did you make yourself cum before you realized it didn’t work?” You asked as Namjoon stared at you with desire as you parted his thighs and ran your nails up and down them.

“At least twice. I tried two extra times to be sure. I don’t know if I have cum left in me but I’m still so fucking hard.” He groans as you grab at the hem of his sweats and pull them down in one swoop as Namjoon lifts his hips to help you.

His briefs go next and you are met with the sight of his hard cock.

The anticipation was thick in the air as you took in his length and girth. His cock stood proud against his stomach and was a pretty flushed color. The tip was red and shiny with precum and you nearly salivated as a single bead of precum oozed out of the slit and down the shaft.

His balls were heavy and full and when you cupped them Namjoon let out a strangled groan as you lightly felt them up.

“I think your still full of cum Joonie.” You cooed as you slowly ran your thumbs along his ballsac and he pushed his hips towards your mouth small pleads falling from his plush lips.

When you wrapped a hand around his heated shaft Namjoon let out a broken moan and when you decided to add more pressure and start to jerk him off his cock throbbed in your hand.

“Close already?” You teased as Namjoon bit his lip and watched with eyes wide as you jerked him at a steady pace.

“I don’t think I can last long it feels too good.” He grits out as you speed up your movements and suck on the velvety head of his cock.

Out of the corner of your eye, you could see his thigh muscles tense and you snickered when he began to chant your name.

“Please-fuck-please.” He cries out as you work him harder with your mouth and your hand. You make sure to suckle the head and hollow out your cheeks as you flick your wrist at the top making Namjoon cry out your name.

You open your mouth wide and hold out your tongue lightly smacking his cockhead against your wet tongue causing his cock to visibly twitch in your hand and you decide to surprise him by taking him all the way down as far as you can go.

You bury your nose in his nearly trimmed pubes and swallow him down as another round of precum coats your tongue and throat.

When you pull back Namjoon is an absolute mess above you.

“C-Close so fucking close holy shit don’t stop.” He begs, voice broken as you continue to jerk him harder wanting to feel his release coat your tongue.

Namjoon fists your hair and cries out your name and you swear you have never heard anything so beautiful. His head is thrown back and every single muscle in his body is strained as he chants and whines and thrashes on the couch as he finally cums hard down your throat.

Cum coats your tongue and you swallow it all as you slow down your jerks and let Namjoon ride out his high.

You take your time bringing him down from his orgasm and when he mutters about being sensitive you pull off his cock and stare up at his fucked out expression.

“Holy shit.” He manages to get out as you crawl back on the couch and cuddle into his side listening to his heavy breathing and letting him kiss the top of your head.

“You’re so sexy when you cum Joonie.” You say to him as he groans and you see his heavy cock twitch between his legs.

“Fuck Y/N you are way too good at that. Holy shit.” He whimpers as you giggle against his bare shoulder and rub your legs together to ease some of the ache.

You both sit in silence listening to the rain as you let Namjoon recover but after several moments you realize his cock hasn’t gone down at all. In fact, it looks like he didn’t even cum.

“Joonie why is your cock still hard?” You ask as he runs a shaky hand through his hair.

“Well, I desire you. Not just a blowjob and handjob from you. Not that I’m complaining that was…. amazing holy shit… I just… I think we need to do more.” He says shyly as you turn on the couch to face him.

“I want to fuck you Y/N. I want to make you cum on my cock and scream my name.” He says honestly and your eyes widen when he doesn’t wait for your response, instead, he throws you down on the couch and starts to kiss you harshly.

You tangle your hands in his hair as his lips tackle yours. The first kiss was soft and gentle but this was full of passion and fire as his hands come down to rip off your sweater and work on getting off your bra.

You moan when he finally gets it off and your nipples are exposed to the cold air.

Namjoon wastes no time latching his plush lips onto a nipple and sucking harshly causing you to arch up into his hungry mouth and whine out his name as you feel his cockhead bump your clit through your jeans.

Namjoon is an expert with his mouth as he alternates sucking on each breast and palming the other one. Flicking his thumb over your nipples makes electricity run down your spine as your body gets taken over with carnal desire.

“Joon. More. Please. Need you.” You cry out grinding your core against his cockhead desperate for some friction as Namjoon chuckles darkly in your ear.

“Guess we both got hit with the desire hex huh?” He teases as his skilled hands undo the button of your jeans and you assist him in taking them off as well as ripping off your underwear and throwing it on his living room floor.

The rain is lashing hard against the windows and the thunder booms as you tune out the storm and instead focus on spreading your legs for Namjoon who is hovering above you looking awestruck.

“Holy fuck you are so wet for me baby.” He coos as he dips a finger into your folds and groans when you coat his finger.

“Finger me Joon. Need to be stretched out for your cock.” You plead as he grins and slowly coats his finger in your wetness before sliding it inside of you.

“More. Another. Please.” You beg grinding down on his finger as he chuckles darkly above you and adds another finger with ease.

His other hand comes to circle your clit and you pant below him as he begins to thrust those long fingers inside of you.

“Come on baby. Cum on my fingers so I can fuck you with my cock.” He encouraged you as you shut your eyes and felt your high approaching at lightning speed.

You could feel your muscles tense and your stomach clench and when Namjoon curled his finger deep inside your body you shouted his name as your orgasm washed over you.

Your walls clamped down on his fingers as you rode out your high, clutching the couch cushions for dear life as you chanted his name over and over as you felt the waves of desire course through your body.

Namjoon slipped his fingers out once you slumped against the cushions and you opened your eyes to see him leaving the room.

You struggled to catch your breath and you wondered how the hell you woke up this morning without knowing today would be the day your best friend and not-so-secret crush would make you cum on his couch.

You owed that Witch a huge thank you.

Namjoon came back with a small bottle of lube and a condom and you watched as he ripped the packet and rolled the condom on his length. He spread an even layer of lube on his shaft and you had to admit him standing there stark naked with his cock in hand was the sexiest sight you had ever seen.

His cock was still rock hard and twitching as he circled in with his hand and gave himself a couple of tight jerks to ward off some of the need as he stared at you still sprawled on the couch.

“Wanna fuck you.” He muttered as you wordlessly nodded and laid on your back with Namjoon settling easily between your legs.

“God you are so fucking sexy. My cock is still so fucking hard for you. Can’t wait to fill you up.” He mutters in your hair as he teases your entrance with his tip making you groan and loop your legs around his torso holding him steady.

“Impatient.” He teases as you glare at him.

“You were the one who got sex cursed. I’m just impatient because I want to help you out.” You say as Namjoon lets out a small laugh and finally pushes his cock inside of you.

The stretch was delicious as Namjoon took his time inching in until he was fully sheathed and you let out a shaky breath.

“Fuck I think you needed to stretch me out more. You are huge Joonie. God damn.” You swore as you kept your legs firm against him so he couldn’t pull out.

You could feel his cock throbbing inside of you and you snickered.

“Impatient?” You teased as his brows furrowed and he slammed his eyes shut and took several shaky breaths.

“Trying not to cum.” He huffed as you giggled under him and purposely clenched your walls causing Namjoon to groan and shoot you a dirty look.

“Pussy so good you can’t hold back? What are you a teenager?” You teased as he forcefully pulled his cock out and slammed it back in causing you to cry out his name and grip his shoulders for dear life as tingles shot up and down your body.

“You are so fucking tight around my cock I am trying to be a gentleman and let you adjust but you make it so fucking hard when you clench like that. My cock has been hard for hours cut me some slack.” He whines as he stares down at you eyes darkened with lust.

“You don’t have to be a gentleman Joon. You can fuck me.” You reply as his eyes widen.

“Are you sure? You are still so tight. Pussy sucking my cock right in.” He says as you nod and begin to shift your hips slowly grinding down on his cock which you can feel twitch inside of you.

“Yes. Fuck me Joon. I’m okay.” You say as he bites his lip and fixes his position.

“I have to be honest I really don’t think I’m going to last long. I’m so fucking sorry. You just feel so good against me you are sucking me right in. Like I was made for you.” He admits as he begins to thrust inside you shallowly and you gasp when you see his cock bulging from your stomach with every thrust

Namjoon looks down and smirks as he grabs your hips and begins to rock into you harder causing the bulge to move and making you throw your head back and cry out his name as he shifts his hips in such a way it causes his cockhead to rub against your G-spot.

“M-More” You beg holding onto his broad back as Namjoon thrusts deeper and faster you cry out his name as your body is on fire and you can feel your orgasm fast approaching.

“God I can see my cock bulging inside of your stomach. That’s so fucking hot.” He says thrusting erratically causing you to thrust down to meet him halfway making you both moan in unison.

“Gonna-Fuck-Can’t last long.” He says shutting his eyes and going past the point of no return. You hold off your orgasm as much as you can as Namjoon cries out your name and his cock twitches deep inside of you coating the condom with cum as he buries his face in your shoulder and rides out his high.

You hold him steady with your legs as Namjoon empties his load into the condom and you feel his cock twitch with every spurt of cum.

Once he is done Namjoon slowly lifts his head and begins to thrust inside of you desperate for you to cum around his cock as well.

“I know it’s our first time and all but god do I wish you didn’t wear a condom. You came so much I would have loved to have it fill me.” You admit as Namjoon shakes above you and begins to thrust into you harder. His free hand comes down to play with your clit as you throw your head back and moans fall from your lips as he works you toward your high.

“You can say shit like that I’m gonna get hard again.” He growls in your ear as he swivels his hips and when his cockhead ruts against your g-spot you are done for.

Your walls clamp around his cock as you spasm around him as he coaxed you through your high muttering praises that you cannot hear over the blood pounding in your ears.

Namjoon lets you come down as he slowly pulls out of you and leaves to discard the condom.

You have died and gone to heaven. There was no way that was real and you are left a panting mess on the couch as there is a delicious ache between your legs caused by a good fuck.

He comes back and gets you cleaned up, taking his time wiping you down and making sure you are okay before you both dress and you smirk when you see his cock has finally gone soft.

“Feel better?” You ask eyes twinkling as Namjoon presses a kiss to your temple.

“Much better that was perfect.” He says smiling down at you.

“I don’t think the storm is going to let up. Want to stay the night?” He asks pulling you into his arms and kissing your cheeks as you nod.

The next day Namjoon stays true to his word and does take you out on that date. You both decide to go back to the Autumn Fest just the two of you as your first official date.

You hold Namjoon’s hand as you walk through the town taking in all the familiar vendors and some new ones that were not there yesterday.

Namjoon makes sure you buy you whatever your heart desires and he even kisses your cheeks or the back of your hand at random moments making your heart flutter.

The storm gave way to a beautiful blue sky and when you are waiting in line for a cinnamon donut you look across the grounds to notice something.

Something was missing.

You nudge Namjoon who gazes down at you affectionally.

“Joon. Wasn’t the Witch’s tent right over there?” You ask pointing to the familiar picnic tables and the empty spot where the tent should be.

Namjoon shoots you a puzzled look as you both grab your donuts and head that way.

“Maybe it was tucked further back than we thought?” He asks as you both make your way to the treeline and see no such tent there.

“Maybe she moved locations?” You ask but Namjoon shakes his head.

“We went up and down every aisle. She isn’t here.”

You shiver and settle into the picnic table as Namjoon does the same.

“You don’t think we imagined her do you?” You ask slowly fishing a warm donut from the bag and taking a bite.

“There is no way I imagined that. That’s weird though. The tent was right there I’m sure of it.” He mutters

At that precise moment deep in the woods, a Witch can be found cackling as she wipes a crystal ball clean. The image of two people finally admitting their feelings for each other and going out on an actual date fades from view.

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[shdysders]

last kiss

pairing: tara carpenter & female reader

summary: in which you and tara truly had your last kiss.

word count: 1.5k

author’s note: this song is fully based on last kiss by taylor swift. also sorry for bad update and shit writing, i’m currently not feeling motivated for it.

"I love you."

Those were the three words you had whispered into Tara's ear, with your soothing and mellifluous voice.

It had been late. 1:38 to be exact. You couldn't fall asleep, although you thought Tara was. Whispering in her ear and kissing her cheek, being completely unaware of the fact that she hadn't yet to doze off either.

She had tried her hardest not to let the huge smile spread across her face. You had whispered the words for just the two of you to know.

Later that night, Tara had opened her eyes, feeling the need to see your features once again before drifting off. You'd looked so tranquil, peaceful. Your face lit through the darkness like a radiant moon, casting a gentle glow all around.

You told Tara you loved her.

So why did you leave? Go away?

It was not until now Tara remembered the time when you had reunited with her after sixteen long weeks apart. The sixteen weeks of Tara's school semester, who had felt like an eternity.

She recalled the smell of the rain, the sound of the drops hitting the hood of her rain jacket, and the fresh downpour on the pavement.

You had stayed up the entire night, just to get to the airport just in time so Tara wouldn't have to wait when she landed. July ninth.

Tara had ran of the plane just to see you, sprinted towards you the second she saw your sneakers on the concrete floor of the arrival hall. She jumped onto you, embraced you in a bone crushing strength you didn't know she had.

She remembered the smell of your floral scented perfume in her nostrils, and the way she felt your heart jumping through the material of your hoodie. She could still feel your arms around her sometimes.

Now she didn't have anyone to sprint towards after she'd gotten off a plane.

The only way she could feel your smell now was when she wore your clothes, the garments that you had left at her house and then forgotten.

Tara put on your clothes almost every day, sitting on the floor of her room, letting the smell of the different fabrics bring her to a happier place; the memories with you.

She thought about how much she missed you all the time. Although she was unsure if you ever thought of her.

Tara felt unsure of everything. She didn't know if the split between the two of you was the cause of it, or if it was all of the betrayals from previous events. But she did know that the only thing she was certain of was that she didn't know how to be someone you missed.

She knew you didn't miss her, but that didn't stop her from trying to figure out how to get you to yearn for her. As much as she did for you.

Was the key to get a new partner? Or post stuff that showed she was happier than ever? What could possibly make you want her again?

Something else Tara thought about constantly, was your last kiss. The last kiss she never thought the two of you would have. She thought you would spent the rest of your life alongside one another.

She had never thought about her relationship with you ending nor taking a drastic turn, but when it did come across her mind one time, she'd never imagined that it would happen like this.

She never planned on kissing Chad.

It wasn't on purpose. Of course it wasn't.

She would never intentionally do something to hurt you. Never.

But she had done it anyway. She had tried to blame it on the alcohol that she had poured into her body minutes before, but she was very aware that wouldn't get her anywhere.

Because the truth was; Tara didn't have a reason behind it, not at all.

She had asked herself the question over and over again; why she had done it, knowing that was the first question you'd ask her when she told you. But she couldn't come up with a proper answer.

Tara had felt out of place for months. She had felt this longing for comfort and validation. She knew that if she talked to you about it and expressed how she felt, you would've erased that feeling. Oh how she wished she had went to you to begin with.

She didn't know why she didn't.

Tara knew she could trust you. She knew she could trust you like a lighthouse guiding her through stormy seas.

Yet her mind told her something was wrong. She was fighting a battle with herself at that point,

the internal battle being between what she knew was right and the temporary relief she sought.

She felt disgusted with herself for sleeping with Chad. They had known each other ever since birth, and she thought that might've ruined their friendship for all eternity, however that wasn't the relationship she was worried about ruining.

The relationship she was worried about destroying was with the person's name she had accidentally moaned out.

Your name.

It was always on her lips.

Even when she tried to enjoy herself with other men, all she could find herself thinking about was you.

You'd forever be the name on her lips, no matter how hard she tried.

As she looked back on your time together, she couldn't help but remember the swing of your step. The way you moved with such grace and confidence. Each stride carried a rhythm that seemed to match the beat of her heart.

You were the life of the party, always showing off, whether it was in beer pong or in dancing, you loved dancing. You would always pull Tara onto the dance floor just so she would join you, and she would roll her eyes for it.

Tara wasn't much for dancing, she'd never liked it and was never going to. But for you, she did dance. She danced like nobody was watching, and she never seemed to regret it, because it always made you beam with a smile.

She'd do anything to watch you smile. She'd do anything to be with you again.

Because she loved the way you greeted Sam with a gentle handshake whenever you joined them for dinner. She loved the way you walked with your hands in your pockets.

How you'd kiss her when she was in the middle of saying something. She'd always end up kissing back, and she never complained, yet she still called it rude interruptions, and there wasn't a day she didn't miss them.

She'd do anything to experience that again.

The only experiences with you she had now, was the ones she tried to relive with your clothes on her body. When she would sit on her floor, pressed into a corner of the four walled room, either sobbing or just thinking about you, and how she didn't know if you ever wasted a thought on her.

She was now watching your life in pictures as regularly as she used to watch you sleep.

You slept over at her house almost every night, and on every occasion Tara would lay in front of you for hours, just admiring your features and relaxed face. She never told you about it, but now she wished she did.

She could feel you starting to forget her, as often as she used to feel you breath. Whenever you embraced her as you slept, she made sure to keep count your breaths and the amount of seconds between them, like they were about to stop if she didn't count.

They never stopped. Luckily. But she stopped hearing them after she'd told you the truth. About what she had done with Chad. She never got to hug you again after that, or count your heartbeats.

Tara tried to keep up with your old mutual friends as often as she could, asking them how you were doing. She always received short answers, politely short answers.

She could tell they wanted nothing to do with her. Same as you wanted nothing to do with her, Chad or even Mindy.

You would occasionally greet Mindy in the corridors, never even bothering to look at Tara or Chad, which was understandable, but that didn't stop the jealousy from flooding through Tara's veins from the sight.

She hoped you were doing well. She hoped it was nice where you were. Wherever you were. Whoever you were with.

She hoped that some day, when the sun would shine and it'd be a beautiful day, that you'd be reminded of something about her, and that'd you wish you had stayed. For whatever reason.

She hoped that at some point, you'd think back to the last kiss you shared, that you would change your mind, and that you'd want to come back to her.

Just so everything could be the way it was. The way she ruined.

[christinesficrecs]

These are also very classic but I feel like they're a little more well known. If you managed to miss it, Bones Straining is THE fic to read, followed closely by Reach Out. Also, forgot about this ficlet if you're up for a tiny bit of angst.

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Until Derek Hale.

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As they have for almost every US President since the 1910s, the Prime Minister and the royal head of their country pay a visit to the United States after inauguration. Which is why, when President Jonathan Stilinski is elected into office, Queen Talia Hale of Norland plans their trip.

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Enter Derek.

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Hey, I love ur writing so much!! Idk if ur interested in continuation requestions but if you are I'd love to see a continuation of the insomniac hero/villain with sleep powers? Maybe the sleep powers take effect immediately so villain makes sure hero is all ready and comfy in bed first? Maybe villain is still there when hero wakes up? Idk just some thoughts! The first part was so beautifully written it's really stuck in my brain

pt. 1

"Lay down," the villain said. They had been right with their secret assumption - the hero had barely eaten anything either. They had made a quick dinner and had helped them get ready for bed.

It wasn't like they cared. Obviously that wasn't the case. They did this because their sidekicks were friends...

"You're pretty patient with me," the hero said. They took their shirt off and the villain's face turned red. Immediately, they looked at the floor, trying not to be embarrassed. "I appreciate that."

"Well- It's...sleep is important." The villain gathered their thoughts. They weren't sixteen anymore. They couldn't possibly blush because of a shirtless hero.

"I think I need to get my ass kicked every once in a while. Not in the literal sense. I mean, sometimes I think I need someone to tell me what to do. To grab my shoulders and shake me until I realise that I'm wrong."

"You're stubborn, that's alright." I can deal with stubborn. The villain cleared their throat and allowed themselves to look at the hero again.

"I probably would have looked through those files until morning." The hero laughed and the villain could feel a weird twist in their chest. It twisted further and further, the more they looked at the hero. "Can you forget how to rest? Is that a thing?"

They let themselves sink into their bed and the villain finally found the courage to approach them.

"I think you can forget to take care of yourself. Especially when you put everyone else's needs above your own."

"I am a hero, that's what I do. It's my destiny. I was born to do this..."

"You weren't born to destroy yourself." The villain sat down on the bed. "Now stop stalling."

The hero smirked sleepily.

"You do care," they said and the villain wasn't sure if they could fight these allegations any longer.

"You talk to much." They tugged the hero into bed and suddenly, that overwhelming feeling of being embarrassed came over them again. If I could, they thought, if I could put my life into their hands, I would.

The hero's dedication was something they admired and yet they felt jealousy rise in their throat. They wanted that dedication, too. They wanted the hero to put as much time into their fights as they put time into working for the city. But they also knew they couldn't force the hero.

"Time for bed," they said. They summoned their powers but before they could make the hero fall asleep, their enemy grabbed the villain's hand.

"Please stay if you can," they whispered. "You don't have to but...if you want to, please...I think you're the only one I'd allow to help me."

And then the answer came quite softly, "Of course."

The villain stayed until the hero woke up. In total, the hero slept for eleven hours.

[ineffabildaddy]

on today's episode of understanding good omens through my own life:

a story about my ineffable inevitable queer teenage experience with an intense, volatile, fiercely affectionate 'friendship' that was definitely not just a friendship in retrospect.

when i was eleven, i started secondary school, and i met a girl who quickly became my best friend (i'm a trans man, and i also understood myself as a girl at the time. i still understand myself as a girl at that time). we became known as a unit because we couldn't get enough of each other, and we did absolutely everything together.

on the first day of our second year, we saw each other for the first time in several weeks because she had been away in her home country that summer. i had been counting down the seconds until she came back. when she was in the process of giving out souvenirs from her trip to all our friends, she waited until she saw i was alone and approached me. she handed me a ziploc bag full of shells and rock fragments.

"i picked these out for you at the beach," she said.

i thanked her and asked her to show me the bags of shells she'd made up for the others.

"i didn't do this for the others. i only did it for you," she responded, and walked away.

i had never felt anything like what i felt in that moment, and i haven't since. i was a lonely kid, especially before that age. what i mean to say is... no one had ever done anything just for me. no one had ever thought of me when i wasn't there; no one had ever taken the time to give me something that they had so carefully picked out; no one had ever stated with such conviction, in what was said or what was unsaid, that what they had done for me was not to be enjoyed by anyone else.

i like to remember this when i try to understand this moment in good omens:

i can't begin to comprehend what aziraphale must have felt in that moment, but remembering that day of my own life is the closest thing i've got.

mere months after that day, we started to argue. we had a huge falling out. i told her that no one on earth was capable of hurting me quite like she was (thirteen year-old me, in her own twisted way, thought that was a compliment). she told me in no uncertain terms that she couldn't stand me. we stopped talking.

a few months after that, we reconciled and we became closer than ever, but that tension, that unrest, was always lying under the surface, just waiting to gnash its teeth - and sometimes it did. these were also the years in which we were discovering our queer identities, and it took us a long time to really understand each other's journeys in that regard.

at sixteen, we both left our school and moved to a different institution till we graduated at eighteen. though we were at the same sixth form college, we just had different lives and didn't hang out anymore, though we remained on good terms. now, we text every once in a while, and we always say we'll meet up, but we never do. in october of last year, i bumped into her for the first time in maybe four years while coming home from a pavement gig. she was sitting on the doorstep of her parents' place with a roll-up cigarette. it was like no time had passed.

looking back, i can say with full confidence that i was in love with her. i do not know how else to understand our relationship. she drove me up the wall the way she did because i had never felt anything like what i felt for her for anyone else - and i haven't to this day.

even now, every time she is even mentioned in conversation, i dream about her the night following. and i still have those shells, hidden away in a wooden box i've never shown anyone; it's not too far from the shoebox that contains every note she ever passed me, every doodle she ever drew for me, every card she ever wrote me. in other words, i was permanently altered by our relationship, and her absence from my life has never diminished that. the same can naturally be said of crowley and aziraphale, to a much, much greater extent. i relive my memories of us because they help me understand many things about myself and others, and i've recently found that good omens has encouraged this.

this ended up longer than i intended but i hope you got something out of it.<3

[foreludes]

Blood on the Side of the Mountain

pairing: young!coriolanus x reader

summary: coriolanus snow, a man known for his charm, his wit, and his passion for power, meets a talented artist in the capitol. she spends most of her days painting portraits for prominent figures and finds herself painting one for none other than coriolanus snow himself. through all the ups and downs, will coriolanus and the artist be able to defy all odds? or is this so-called love merely another version of control and a means to a devastating ending?

word count: 1,960

warnings: mild sexual content

chapter 4: there’s snow falling over the city

The next couple of days were a whirlwind. You had finished Coriolanus’ portrait but he still wanted you there. You had barely spent any time at home in the past couple of days and your apartment began to feel less like yours and more like a place where you just laid your head and kept your stuff. Throughout the days, you learned a lot about Coriolanus. You learned that he was a perfectionist, that he was sometimes too honest, and that he was used to getting what he wanted. But you didn’t know anything about his past, you didn’t really know him like you wanted to. He had this tough exterior that was so hard to crack and sometimes you wondered if you ever really would know him and how long he would want to know you. You spent a good amount of time at the president’s mansion and Coriolanus would often tell you to cancel your appointments with promises he would cover whatever money you lost in the process. You decided to take a week off, something you never did, but it felt like you had to. Coriolanus wanted you by him almost at all times, besides when he had to do something important. You had to convince him to let you go home at night, you weren’t in a relationship, and sleeping with him when you’d only met him a couple days ago didn’t feel right. And don’t get me wrong, you wanted to, but you had to have self-control.

The last time you were in a serious relationship was when you were sixteen years old. It was with a boy who was the son of your father’s business partner. you fell hard and fast for him, it was an intense relationship. And in the end, he didn’t want you anymore. You were scared that the same revelation would happen with Coriolanus. it wasn’t a fear that caused you to run away from commitment or caused you to close yourself off emotionally, but it made you cautious. This experience had made it harder for you to love, made it harder for you to trust. But Coriolanus didn’t really seem to care about love. He cared about other things way before that, and that kind of brought you comfort. You felt like he didn’t expect so much from you so soon, even though it seemed like his every waking minute had to be with you.

Right now, you were sitting with him in the same room you had first had lunch with him. but this time it was different. There was tension in the room and you could feel it. You looked at Coriolanus, his blue eyes were like pools, frozen pools. they seemed to pierce through the facade of his carefully crafted exterior. They seemed to harbor complexity and hidden turmoil, something you hadn’t noticed about him before. “There’s a gala tonight,” he finally said and his hand reached out to rest around the glass that was placed in front of him. You were hoping you’d be able to paint tonight, something you hadn’t gotten to really do in the last couple of days. But it seemed like that wouldn’t be happening and a feeling of sadness crept into your mind. “I was hoping I’d be able to paint tonight,” Coriolanus shook his head, just like you thought, he always got everything he wanted. And although you were beginning to feel things for him that you had really never felt with anyone else, you still began to also feel the control that he had over everyone else settle onto you. “I don’t believe there’s anyone more fitting than you to accompany me,” he voiced as he began to tap his finger against the glass in front of him. You nodded your head slowly and gulped, this was just another way that Coriolanus kept you next to him, and you couldn’t refuse.

As the sun dipped below the glistening spires of the Capitol, Coriolanus’ staff began to dress you in something you never expected to see yourself in. This gown was meant to be worn by the elite of the Capitol, it was telling. It was a work of art in terms of grace, a sophisticated symphony of material and design. Delicate lace with complex patterns that told a tale of timeless charm graced the bodice. The sweetheart-shaped neckline, with its subtle and elegant details, suggested modesty as well as allure. The waist of the gown was seamlessly clinched to your waistline and it cascaded into a voluminous skirt of some of the Capitol’s finest satin. The fabric itself was a rich shade of blue, a color that you had recently learned was one of Coriolanus’ favorite colors. The back of the dress was open, allowing the subtle shimmer of the straps to contrast with your skin tone, making the dress all around look polished and regal. On your feet were heels, and you had barely ever worn heels. The last time you had worn heels was when you were fifteen at the academy’s semi-formal that you had been invited to by your ex-boyfriend. They were beautiful heels however, a silver color that pulled all the qualities of the dress together and made the look almost enchanting.

Conveniently, the gala was to be held at the President’s mansion, which meant there was no traveling that needed to be done. The gala was being held to celebrate the Capitol’s opulence and probably to commend Coriolanus’ sacrifices when it came to his dedicated work for the Hunger Games. You walked out of the fitting room that was on the second floor of the mansion, the hallways were empty, but you could hear the music coming from the back of the mansion. You could also see the lights, a mix of different hues, piercing through the upstairs windows. To say you were nervous was an understatement. Who would be attending this gala? Only the best of the best were probably invited. Meaning that you would be the only one deemed to be less fortunate than the rest. You wondered if people would be surprised by your attendance if they would whisper about you behind your back and pretend you didn’t hear it. You wondered if people would judge Coriolanus for being with someone who didn’t necessarily give him leverage in the Capitol. Finally, as you reached the end of the hallway, ready to descend down the stairs, you heard the door open. It was Coriolanus, he looked better than you had ever seen him before. You began to feel that warm feeling in your stomach that you had felt a couple days prior begin to creep up on you again. You hated that feeling because you had absolutely no idea what to do about it. Coriolanus was wearing a suit that was a testament to his refined taste. The jacket, just like your dress, was a midnight blue. The lapels, adorned with a subtle sheen, framed his chest with such elegance. The jacket fit him perfectly, accentuating his silhouette, making it almost impossible to turn away. The entire outfit was perfectly tailored to fit his every need, it was made for him. “Everyone’s waiting for me,” he stated, linking his arm with yours as he directed you down the stairs. The nervousness you had felt in your chest prior was beginning to become more prevalent. You had no choice but to show your face though, there was no running and hiding to go paint anymore. This was your life now.

The President’s mansion had been decorated perfectly. Everything was where it should be, nothing out of place. To say it was impressive was an understatement. Coriolanus and yourself had already been introduced and it was practically impossible to ignore the whispers of the other attending guests as you walked towards the table that was adorned with all different kinds of food and drinks. You could feel the stares as you reached over and picked up a glass of a drink that had a pink hue. Before you could pick it up, a hand stopped you. You looked up about to protest when you saw your ex-boyfriend whom you had dated when you were sixteen. “You might not want to drink that,” he said with a smile. You hadn’t seen him in years, you were speechless. “It’s supposed to make you sick when you eat too much,” he said as he removed his hand from yours. “Oh.” That’s all you could say as you looked up at the boy, who was now a man, that you had once loved before. It made sense why he was here. His father had taken over your father’s business and made good money, leaving your family in the dark. You felt a mix of emotions, none too good. You hadn’t seen him since the night he had broken up with you. “It’s been a long time y/n,” he reminisced, looking down at you. “Yeah it has,” you agreed, picking up a water from the table. You wanted to drink, but it seemed like you weren’t having any luck with finding anything that would soothe you. You took a sip of the water and cleared your throat. "What are you doing here?" You asked, trying to find something to talk about. "My father was invited by President Snow. And it seems like you two are smitten," he retorted. You nodded your head, your eyes scanning the room for Coriolanus. And then you saw him. He looked upset, angry even. He was talking to an older man, someone you figured was important. But it seemed like he was fixated on you. You began to get nervous again, you had never seen Coriolanus angry before. Your eyes moved back to the man in front of you as you began to speak, "Yeah, you could say that," you answered as you brought the water up to your lips to take another sip. Before you could do so, you felt a strong grip on your waist. It was Coriolanus, and he wasn't happy. You watched as Coriolanus gave your ex-boyfriend the most condescending smile you had ever seen. "Excuse us," he said briefly as he led you towards the inside of the mansion.

The mansion was practically empty since everybody was enjoying the gala outside. The only voices you could hear were miscellaneous staff members who were further away in the home. Coriolanus led you into a hallway way that was dark, barely lit by any lights at all. You began to speak, but before you could you were slammed against the wall. The air you had in your lungs felt like it was being pushed out of you all in one second. "Coriolanus, I-" Before you could speak, a hand wrapped around your throat. You had never been touched like this before and that warm feeling you had in your stomach hours earlier began to find its way into your body again. "Do you know how embarrassing it is to see the woman you're with talking to another man in front of everyone?" Coriolanus' voice was rough, it was different than the usual kindness that seeped from his every word. "It wasn't like that," you pleaded, as you stared into the eyes of the man in front of you. Coriolanus' grip got tighter around your throat as your eyes began to water, you couldn't tell if you were scared or enjoying this occasion. "Oh, it wasn't like that?" He stated condescendingly. The hand that wasn't around your throat began to slowly lift your dress up and move furtively underneath. You drew in a breath of air, the touch of his cold fingers startling you. "We'll have to make sure it wasn't."

Hello! Thank you for reading chapter 4, I'm so sorry for the delay. The next chapter is going to be a little bit spicier, so stay tuned! I will try to get the next chapter out in the next couple of days. It is finals week for me, so bear with me.

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[soraya-snape]

Harry Potter characters/ships and the Taylor Swift song that reminds me of them:

Tedoire

She said, I was seven and you were nine

2 years age gap just like Teddy and Vicky

I dared you to kiss me and ran when you tried Just two kids, you and I

Vicky and Teddy growing up together because through Harry, Teddy is part of the Weasley family and Vicky developing a crush on Teddy but him only seeing het as a little sister

Well, I was sixtWell, I was sixteen when suddenly I wasn't that little girl you used to see But your eyes still shined like pretty lights

And then Teddy suddenly not seing her as a little sister but falling in love and them getting together when Vicky is 16 or 17

And our daddies used to joke about the two of us They never believed we'd really fall in love And our mamas smiled and rolled their eyes And said oh my my my

This is so Bill + Harry and Fleur + Andromeda/Ginny

Take me back to the time when we walked down the aisle Our whole town came and our mamas cried You said I do and I did too

Just imagine Fleur and Andromeda as well as Molly and Ginny crying at Teddy's and Vicky's wedding and the whole weasley family being there for the first Weasley grandkids wedding

Newtina

But something happened, I heard him laughing I saw the dimples first and then I heard the accent They say home is where the heart is But that's not where mine lives

Their first meeting was so chaotic but also cute

He likes my American smile Like a child when our eyes meet, darling, I fancy you

The way they acted in the second movie when newt talks about her eyes being like the ones of salamanders, they were so akward and I love it

So I guess all the rumors are true You know I love a London boy Boy, I fancy you (ooh)

I mean everyone else saw that they like each other before they did

They say home is where the heart is But God, I love the English You know I love a London boy

My American girl and her London boy

Just wanna be with you Wanna be with you Stick with me, I'm your queen

This is so them, they literally can't be without the other

Snily

Please picture me

Please picture me In the trees I hit my peak at seven feet In the swing Over the creek I was too scared to jump in But I, I was high in the sky

This reminds me so much of the first memory Harry sees in the prince's tale. Lily actually did jump

Cross your heart, won't tell no other And though I can't recall your face I still got love for you Your braids like a pattern Love you to the moon and to Saturn

Sev loving Lily even years after she died...

And I've been meaning to tell you I think your house is haunted Your dad is always mad and that must be why And I think you should come live with Me and we can be pirates Then you won't have to cry Or hide in the closet

Sev's father being abusive towards him and his mum and him hoping it will all be better in Hogwarts together with Lily (it wouldn't be)

Passed down like folk songs Our love lasts so long

Sev "passing" down his love for Lily and protecting Harry for her

Tedromeda

I just learned these people only raise you to cage you Sarahs and Hannahs in their Sunday best Clutching their pearls, sighing "What a mess" I just learned these people try and save you ... cause they hate you

This is so Andromeda being raised in the Black houshold and Bellatrix and Narzissa as well as the rest disapproving of her love for Ted

They slammed the door on my whole world The one thing I wanted

She loved Ted so much

Now I'm running with my dress unbuttoned Screaming "But Daddy I love him!" I'm having his baby No, I'm not, but you should see your faces

Just imagine Andy telling her father she loved Ted for the first time, Ariel style. And she was actually having his baby.

Dutiful daughter, all my plans were laid Tendrils tucked into a woven braid Growing up precocious sometimes means not growing up at all He was chaos, he was revelry Bedroom eyes like a remedy Soon enough the elders had convened Down at the city hall "Stay away from her"

Again so much Andy being raised as a Black and Ted just coming into her life with his "bedroom eyes" and everyone in her family disapproving but her going against the whole Black family becuase he is the one for her.

Thinking it can change the beat Of my heart when he touches me And counteract the chemistry And undo the destiny

Nothing could change her love for him

Now I'm dancing in my dress in the sun and Even my daddy just loves him I'm his lady, and oh my God You should see your faces Time, doesn't it give some perspective No, you can't come to the wedding I know he's crazy but he's the one I want

Her dad did in fact not love him so I actually don't know who came to their wedding but I still think it was a perfect

Romione

And in a blink of a crinkling eye I'm sinking, our fingers entwined Cheeks pink in the twinkling lights Tell me 'bout the first time you saw me I'll drink what you think, and I'm high From smoking your jokes all damn night The brink of a wrinkle in time Bittersweet sixteen suddenly

This is so Romione and you can't tell me otherwise. Just remember the first time he saw her...

Are you gonna marry, kiss, or kill me? (Kill me) It's just a game, but really (really) I'm bettin' on all three for us two (all three)

Ron did all 3. I mean he obviously did not actually kill Hermione but I think in 6th year he got close.

Truth, dare, spin bottles You know how to ball, I know Aristotle

No explanation needed

I feel like laughing in the middle of practice Do that impression you did of your dad again I'm hearing voices like a madman

Reminds me of the moments in the movies where Ron made her laugh

I'm going to add more...

[always-coffee]

Thank you

I think we fall a little bit in love a million times a day.

The way the light falls like fading starlight. The first sip of a hot beverage on a cold morning. The silly thing our dog or cat did. Or child. The way someone laughs. Old friends. New friends. That spark of connection, wherever it begins and wherever it may lead.

There is so much beauty in the world. And so much magick. It’s easy to overlook it or dismiss it as ordinary. But there’s nothing ordinary about the thing that light us up, that make the dark diminish. And I am constantly seeking out what shines, where I find it or create it. We are all meant to be lighthouses, in the end. I believe that.

Yesterday, I made a choice to let go of the idea of something and embrace what is. Sometimes, that can be hard to do, whether it’s intentional or not. But we are often so full of longing that it won’t fit into words. And we are, in one way or another, often chasing after one spark or another. Because it’s the light that matters. That makes the darkness into something less. And there are so many ways we accomplish that for ourselves and for each other.

I think connection is one of the most important things in life. The marrow of it. It’s the whole point of this mad world. I have friends living all across the globe. I have visited some of them, but not nearly enough. If you had told that to sixteen year old me, I would’ve thought you were daft. But it’s the truth. And I know the internet can be vile, but it has also made the world into a kind of cocktail bar with books. And I love that.

I have been privileged to make incredible friends. Those friends have supported me when I needed it, cheered me on, given me advice, made me laugh, held space for me when I’ve cried—often from the bigger-on-the-inside space within my phone. Pocket friends.

I’ve said this elsewhere, but if you have supported my poetry in some way—reading it, sharing it, telling me what it meant to you—thank you. It means more to me than I can articulate, but I am grateful. And, well, ’tis the season and all that.

XO

[dwobbitfromtheshire]

From Hell to Home to Back Again

Summary: At the talent show, Chrissy Cunningham is so hungry that she nearly collapses. When she's found by Hopper, her parents ended up losing custody of her. She ends up being placed in the care of the Hendersons, and she finally finds the family she so desperately needed. She also ends up falling in love. What other changes are made in this alternate universe?

Warning: Billy Hargrove deserves his own warning, but there's also harassment and assault.

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Prologue . . . Chapter Sixteen

Chapter Seventeen

The summer quickly faded into fall, and it was soon time for them to go back to school. Keeping her powers a secret from Hopper had been difficult, and it almost seemed like he suspected they were all keeping something from him. He stopped asking her when she mentioned that it seemed like he was hiding something from them as well, but she wasn't going to bring it up to the others. . .unless she was provoked. He shut up after that. Nancy and Steve seemed more distant than ever as it got closer to a year since it all went down. The nightmares for Chrissy were getting worse, and it was getting harder to push her powers away. Once she had opened that door, it was difficult to close it again. The good thing that did happen was that Jonathan finally came out to the group. Joyce was also dating someone, and though Chrissy liked Bob, she had wished that Hopper had gotten his head out of his ass.

"The new guy hit on me again," Heather said as she plopped down at the lunch table.

"Too bad you can't explain to him that you're a lesbian," Eddie said.

Unfortunately, no one outside of their growing friend group would understand. It was nice having them around, having each other like a protective wall that blocked out all the people who would hate them for their sexuality alone. It was like their own little world, sometimes. The only ones who remained ambivalent were Nancy and Gareth, now. Chrissy had been surprised when Heather started to sit at their table on the first day of school, even more surprised that her ex-girlfriend and her boyfriend got along pretty well. She was pretty happy about it, though, especially since it meant that she could see more of Heather now.

"No, I'm pretty sure that it would only encourage him further," Heather said, frowning. "Even if I weren't a lesbian, which thankfully I am, I wouldn't say yes to him if someone was holding a gun to my head."

"The only thing good about him is his car," Eddie said.

"Someone needs to explain to him that the way to a girl's heart is to not call her a fat cow when she rejects you," Heather scowled.

"What an asshole. You know, he looks like he would be hot, and then he opens his mouth, ruining the whole thing," Steve said. "His whole personality makes him look ugly."

"So, you would not leave Nancy for Billy Hargrove?" Eddie asked, teasing him.

"I'd rather run off with you," Steve scoffed.

"Baby, that can be arranged," Eddie said, winking at him.

"Shut up," Steve said, stuffing a spoonful of applesauce into Eddie's mouth.

Jeff scowled and slammed the tray on the cafeteria table as Gareth and Frankie, the new addition to Corroded Coffin as well as Hellfire, sat down with him. He was pretty nice so far, a little blunt but nice. Frankie was pretty nice about their sexuality too, so he had that going for him.

"Well, I was thinking the new guy was hot and maybe played for our team, but then he opened his racist ass mouth. Do they not understand that being racist makes you unattractive?" Jeff said.

"What the hell did he say to you?" Steve asked with a scowl.

"He made it clear that he didn't want to see people like me in his line of sight," Jeff said. "He didn't even look at Gareth. Looked straight at me."

"What a dick!" Chrissy exclaimed as everyone groaned.

"Who's a dick?" Robin asked as she sat down with her sister.

"The new guy, Hargrove," Steve explained. "He's racist. Misogynistic, too."

"Aw, man, I was just admiring his car," Robin said. "Oooh, let's steal it."

"Let's not," Nancy said.

"She never let's me do anything," Robin frowned. "Sometimes I really do wish we were the type of twins who did everything together."

"I'm willing to do almost anything with you. . .within reason. I am not committing grand theft auto with you," Nancy said.

"Sharing a womb together gets me nowhere," Robin said. "We could be badass bandit twins, Nance. Think of the possibilities."

"I am thinking of the possibilities, that's why I'm saying no," Nancy said.

"How about we just curse him?" Chrissy giggled.

"Right, I forgot we decided to be witches! I think he needs to stub something other than his pinky toe," Robin said.

"Especially for calling Heather a fat cow," Chrissy said, scowling, and Robin gasped. "And being racist towards our beautiful Jeff."

"You guys really want to annoy him, put water in his gas tank," Eddie said.

"Let's do it!" Chrissy exclaimed and then looked at Nancy. "Give Steve your radio. I have mine. Let us know when he leaves the cafeteria."

"God, if I wasn't gay and Eddie wasn't my best friend. . .," Jeff said.

"Baby, no, I was joking," Eddie said.

"Besides, I think he gives his little sister a ride home, and he seems like an angry man. . .wouldn't want him to take it out on her," Gareth said.

"Shit, that's true," Chrissy frowned. "You guys going to Tina's Halloween party?"

"I kind of have to for reasons that I'm not going to say," Heather blushed.

Chrissy smiled, knowing exactly what she was talking about. She always suspected it of Tina, but she never said her suspicions outloud, nor would she. She'd let Heather and Tina keep their secret. Finally, Argyle and Jonathan showed up to the table, looking distinctly disheveled.

"You guys get lost again? Did you somehow find yourselves in a broom closet?" Steve asked.

"Oh, yeah, man. It's become a real problem. They need to make a map for this school, you know?" Argyle said.

Everyone around the table laughed at them.

"I was just asking them if they were all going to Tina's Halloween party on Wednesday," Chrissy said.

"Oh, yeah, definitely. Me and Jonathan decided not to wear costumes, though," Argyle said. "We couldn't decide on one, mostly because it would be hard to dance in a giant homemade weed costume."

"Aww, and Jonathan really wants to dance with you," Chrissy said.

"Yeah, so what?" Jonathan blushed, the corner of his lips turning up.

"Chrissy and I are definitely going to be there. Who would have thought that I, Eddie Munson, would ever want to go to a high school party?" Eddie grinned.

"He's really excited about our costumes," Chrissy grinned.

"Which are?" Steve asked.

"Well, that would ruin the surprise, Steven," Eddie replied. "You gotta be there to see it."

"We're definitely going to be there," Nancy said.

"Hey, am I dropping you off at work again?" Eddie asked Chrissy.

Surfer Boy Pizza was officially up and running. Of course, Argyle's dad was the first one to offer her job, which Chrissy happily accepted. They had been true to their word and kept it to how Benny had wanted it to be. Everything was just updated, freshly painted with their own touch thrown in. It quickly became the new hangout place. It amused everyone to know that there was a place called Surfer Boy Pizza, and there wasn't actually any place to surf in Hawkins.

"Well, yeah, I agreed to work all weekend and today so I could have Tuesday and Wednesday off," Chrissy said.

"Hmm. . .why Tuesday? Whatever happens on a Tuesday, I wonder," Eddie said.

"You know what happens on a Tuesday, asshole," Chrissy said.

"Oh, yeah. That's right! Corroded Coffin will be performing at the Hideout for the first time in months! For Gareth and Frankie, the first time ever!" Eddie hollered.

"And I am not going to miss that," Chrissy said. "You looking forward to it, Gareth?"

"Hell yeah! I never really played on a stage before," Gareth exclaimed.

"Well, I would hardly call it a stage," Jeff said.

"Is he going to be able to get in?" Steve asked.

"Bev's served us before, Steve, I don't think she's going to care," Chrissy said.

"That's true," Steve said.

As Chrissy chatted away with her friends, she felt a presence on the back of her neck. She scanned the cafeteria and located the person who was staring at her. She knew who it was immediately. The person they had been talking about just moments ago. Billy Hargrove. He was looking at her like she was something to eat. He was a predator, and she was his prey. It scared her. She's faced a demogorgon, another dimension, the death of one of her closet friends, and the death of a man she thought of like a father, but the look in this man's eyes scared her more than anything. He was dangerous, and judging by the way that many eyes gravitated towards him with a lustful gaze, he was a dangerous man who could draw a crowd. He was more dangerous than Tommy Hayes, the guy who had no problem wanting to murder Gareth. This was a man who probably skinned many cats when he was younger, and it worried her that many people were ignoring the look in his eyes because his pants were tight. Maybe she was overthinking it, though. . .

"Sweetheart?" Eddie asked softly and she turned back to look at him.

"I'm fine," Chrissy said, hoping one day she'll be able to say that to him and mean it.

She tried to put Hargrove out of her mind, but she couldn't seem to escape his gaze. Sometimes, it seemed like he was following her. She was doing everything she could do to keep her her powers in check when she was around him. Chrissy finally managed to get him out of her mind when she gathered in the library with Eddie, Steve, and Nancy on Wednesday to do their homework. They had been working together in silence for a while before Nancy and Steve disappeared. Chrissy had turned the page in her schoolbook and frowned.

"A page is missing in this book, I'm going to see if they have another one," Chrissy said.

Eddie hummed as he focused on his school work. She smiled. It was nice to see him actually trying this year. She gave the book to the front desk before moving down the aisle to find another copy. Chrissy was browsing the shelves when she felt a presence behind her. She didn't have to see him to know who it was. It was Billy. She felt him lean in and smell her.

"Hmm, I got a wiff of you the other day. My mom wore a similar perfume. . .hell, maybe it's the same perfume," Billy said.

Chrissy tried not to shudder, but she couldn't help it when she could feel his breath on her neck.

"I have a boyfriend, and I'm very happy with him," Chrissy said.

"Yeah, I've seen your boyfriend. . . Munson, right? Watched him at the Hideout last night. You wouldn't have seen me, too busy soaking your panties at the sight of him. They're good. . .no Motley Crue, though," Billy said.

"It's because they're better than them," Chrissy said.

That had been a stupid mistake on her part. Billy pressed himself up against her, trapping her between him and the bookshelf. He pushed her hair back and she let out a whimper at his unwelcome touch.

"You think your freak of a boyfriend is good. . .I can be better in every way possible. I'll have you screaming," Billy said, his lip next to her ear.

"Let me go," Chrissy said.

"Why? I'm enjoying myself," Billy said. "I've seen you walking in the hallway. . .that smile of yours. . . Reminds me of my mother. . .she had a smile that could light up the room."

"I'm guessing she's not around to see what a disappointment her son turned out to be," Chrissy said.

That was really stupid. Billy grabbed the back of her head, pulled on her hair, and pressed her face into the books.

"I could make it a really good experience or a really bad one. Take your pick," Bikky hissed in her ear.

"I think it was really stupid for you to mess with me," she said.

She didn't want to do this, but it was hard to control it once her defenses were up. She could feel it growing inside of her, and the lights started to flicker. She used her powers to push him away from her and into the other shelves. Chrissy turned around and went to leave when he grabbed her by the throat, holding her against the shelves as the blood trickled from her nose.

"So, the rumors are true. You are a witch," Billy glared at her. "What else can you do. . .witch?"

"Let her go," a voice called out.

Chrissy managed to turn her head and looked to see Jason standing at the end of the aisle.

"Jason Carver, the snitch. How's it going for you, ball boy?" Billy asked.

"Better than you if you don't get your fucking hands off her," Jason glared at her.

"Hm, does the witch have more than one dog on her leash?" Billy taunted. "Does he know about your little trick? Come on, Cunningham, show us."

"It's Henderson," she croaked.

Jason growled and threw himself at Billy. He ended up knocking both of them to the ground. Billy growled and kicked him off of him. He was about to hit Jason when the librarian came down the aisle.

"What is going on here?" She asked.

Billy smirked and looked down at Chrissy, who was sprawled on the floor.

"Oh, Chrissy here tripped and accidentally fell into us. We were just about to help her up, weren't we?" He asked.

He gave her a warning look. Fuck. He knew about her powers, but it's not like anyone would believe him, right? She couldn't take the risk.

"Yeah, I tripped. I'm so embarrassed," Chrissy said as she blinked away tears. "I'm such a klutz."

"Well, accidents happen," the librarian said.

Chrissy stood with the help of Jason and Billy. His hand wrapped around her arm, and it startled her how well he could make it look like he cared. The grip on her arm said otherwise. When the librarian left, Billy dropped the facade but still held onto her tightly. Jason glared at him. Billy laughed, dropped her arm, and walked away. Jason pulled a napkin out of his pocket and handed it to her. She quickly started wiping away the blood.

"Are you okay?" Jason asked.

"I will be," Chrissy said.

"I'm sorry, you know, if I ever scared you like that," Jason said softly.

"You were never that bad," Chrissy said.

"Yes, I was," Jason scoffed. "I'll see you around. I'm going to make sure he doesn't bother you again."

"You don't have to do that," Chrissy said.

"Yes, I do," Jason said and walked away with his hands in his pockets.

Chrissy watched him for a moment, wondering if he really had changed or if he was faking it like Billy just had. No, no, Jason had changed. He was changing. She went back to the table to find Steve and Nancy sitting back down, but Eddie was gone. Nancy was frowning, and Steve looked at her, worried.

"W-where's Eddie?" Chrissy asked, realizing now that was shaking.

"Uh, he's in the bathroom. Chrissy, what's wrong? You're pale and shaking," Nancy said.

"Uh, Billy, he, uh, followed me to the bookshelves. He came up behind me - I don't know what he wanted - well, I can guess. I reminded him of his mother, which is so creepy, and then he pressed me up against the bookshelves, and I couldn't - I couldn't get away, so I had to push him away with, you know so he knows. Jason also stopped him, but he didn't see what I did," Chrissy said, and that's when the tears came.

Nancy and Steve jumped up from the table to hug her.

"I'm going to fucking kill him," Steve said furiously.

"Get in line," Nancy said.

"It's nice when couples find things to do together," Chrissy mumbled, causing them both to laugh. "What are we going to do?"

"Don't worry about him saying anything. There's been a rumor going around since last year that you were a witch. If he does say anything, no one is going to believe him," Steve said.

"And we'll be around you 24/7," Nancy said.

"We all have different classes," Chrissy frowned as she pulled away.

"We'll figure it out," Nancy said.

"Are you sure you want to go tonight?" Eddie asked.

The four of them were getting ready in Nancy's room. Eddie nearly had a heart attack when he came back from the bathroom earlier and found out that Hargrove had hurt her. Neither Chrissy nor Eddie wanted to let go of each other after that. Nancy nearly had to pry them apart with a crowbar. Steve was working on slicking Eddie's hair back while Nancy worked on putting Chrissy's into a perfect ponytail.

"Yes! I want to party with my friends. . .with my boyfriend. I am not going to let some Tommy Lee wannabe asshole try and ruin that!" Chrissy exclaimed.

"That's the spirit, Chris," Steve said.

"God, have I told you lately how much I love you?" Eddie asked.

"All the time, but it's nice to hear," Chrissy grinned.

"My witch," Eddie cooed.

"My freak," Chrissy cooed back. "Lip hug!"

She leaned over and kissed him. Eddie giggled into the kiss.

"Oh my god! Just call it a kiss like a normal person!" Steve exclaimed, but he was smiling.

"You guys need to stop being so cute," Nancy said.

Robin burst into the room with her hands over her eyes.

"Is everyone decent?" Robin asked.

"Well, if you're talking about personality. . .no. If you're talking about clothing. . .also, no," Eddie said.

Robin sighed and took her hands off her eyes before flipping him off. Eddie laughed with Steve while Chrissy rolled her eyes with Nancy as they both tried not to laugh.

"I think it's pointless to ask you to knock on my door, isn't it?" Nancy asked her sister dryly.

"You're learning!" Robin grinned.

"Are you dressed up? I thought you weren't going to the party?" Nancy asked.

"Well, I figured since I had the Mickey Mouse shirt and the leather jacket, I figured I would go as Two Bit," Robin said.

"Oh, man, Ronnie would lose it if she was here. She loves the Outsiders. The book and the movie," Eddie said.

"Yeah, I know, that's why I was hoping someone would take a picture of me so I could send it to her," Robin said as she held up the Polaroid.

"I'll do it, lean against the door," Nancy said.

Robin leaned against the door frame. She took one where Robin was looking off in the distance, one where she was smiling at the camera, and then one where she blew kisses at the Polaroid. There was a fourth and last one where Eddie jumped into it, hugging Robin tightly as she rolled her eyes.

"Are you guys Sandy and Danny from Grease?" Robin asked Eddie, then turned to Chrissy. "You're not going to wear the leather get up from the end of the movie?"

"Yeah, no, Eddie hated that they did that. He wishes there was another scene where Sandy changed back at the end," Chrissy said. "But other than that, he loved the movie. I think he really just loves the songs, though, and he thinks John Travolta is hot."

"I do not think he's hot," Eddie blushed. "You know who I think is hot - ,"

"You're going to say Ozzy, which is true, but also, you think John Travolta is hot," Chrissy giggled.

"Fine! He's hot! Jesus H Christ!" Eddie said throwing up his hands.

"I'm guessing he doesn't like the makeover Ally Sheedy got in the Breakfast Club?" Robin asked.

"Nope!" Chrissy exclaimed.

"She was gorgeous before!" Eddie exclaimed, slamming his hands on Nancy's dresser. "Like I get changing a little bit but to do a complete turnaround! She was beautiful because she was wearing what she liked and her energy exuded that."

"He also thought Emilio Estevez was hot," Chrissy grinned.

"Chrissy! Stop telling everyone who I think is hot!" Eddie exclaimed. "Thank God, Jeff and Gareth decided not to go. I'd never hear the end of it."

"Molly Ringwald was pretty cute in that movie too," Robin said.

"She was," Chrissy agreed. "Everyone in that film was very attractive. Especially Bender."

"What about the principal?" Nancy asked.

"Oh, yeah, definitely. There's something about him that makes me want him to manhandle me a little," Eddie grinned.

"What the hell's wrong with you, Munson?" Steve laughed.

"Oh, so many things, big boy," Eddie said.

Once they went downstairs, Karen couldn't help but steal them for some pictures. Mike laughed at them on his way out the door with Dustin. Robin and Nancy willing indulged their mother, laughing as they gave it a little model flare.

"And Robin, what are you going to do if someone says something mean?" Ted asked.

"Make them wish their parents had used a condom," Robin said.

Karen turned to give her daughter a disapproving look.

"No, that's not what I was going to say. I was going to say walk away and ignore them," Ted said and winked at Robin.

"I saw that in the mirror, Ted!" Karen exclaimed.

"You saw what?"

"Ted!"

"Karen!"

Nancy shared a look with Robin as they watched their mother try not to laugh.

"Go on, kids," Karen said, rolling her eyes. "Have fun."

"Not too much fun. Robin, I sincerely hope that I don't have to report anything back to Ronnie," Ted said.

"It's weird that you talk so much with my girlfriend, Daddy-o," Robin said.

"Hey, it's not that much, and she left before I could give her the shovel talk," Ted said.

"Wait, he actually does that?" Eddie asked.

"Oh, yeah, it's hilarious," Steve said. "He sits you down to talk to you with an actual shovel, then he asks you if this is how the shovel talk is supposed to go."

"Yeah, I can totally see Ted doing some shit like that while holding a shovel," Eddie laughed.

"Oh, no. He gave me the shovel to hold," Steve said.

"You're hilarious, Ted!" Eddie hollered as Nancy and Chrissy pushed him out the door.

"Please, come again and convince my wife!" Ted yelled out the door.

"Ted!" Karen exclaimed, and then they heard her laughing.

When they arrived at the party, it was in full swing. Argyle and Jonathan met them outside, them being the first to arrive. True their word, they arrived in their normal attire. Argyle had hugged Chrissy tightly on sight, and she melted into his arms immediately. Argyle was a pretty mellow man, but she hasn't had the opportunity yet to see if he had a dark side or not. Jonathan claimed Argyle had cursed Billy out when they heard about the incident. . .or did he say he placed a curse on Billy? Chrissy just wanted to forget him, honestly, but of course, the universe had other plans. As soon as they walked into the house, they ran into the man immediately. Nancy automatically stood in front of Chrissy, glaring at Billy. Robin moved to stand next to her sister while Eddie wrapped his arm around her. Jonathan and Argyle stood next to her. Chrissy was surprised to see Tommy Hagan with Billy. Not even Tommy Hayes wanted to hang around Billy.

"You've got yourself a little army. . . Witch," Billy said, his eyes glinting.

"I prefer to call them friends. . .do you know that word? They're people who want to be around you without fearing for their life," Chrissy said.

"Very brave of you. . .how brave are you without your friends to protect you?" He taunted. "Without those special little tricks of yours? Hmm, does your boyfriend know about those? Judging by the look on his face, I'm guessing not. I know something about your girlfriend that you don't know, Munson."

"You're not going to find that out," Steve said coldly. "Fuck off."

Billy laughed and disappeared into the crowd with Hagan. Chrissy glared at his retreating back before pulling Eddie onto the dance floor. He spun her around, letting her long skirt flare out the way she liked it to be. He pulled her back and spun her right into his arms. He flashed his dimples when she giggled at him before pressing a harsh kiss to his lips.

"I know you're probably wondering what that was about. . .," Chrissy said as she pulled back. "With the tricks and all. . ."

"You ready to tell me about it?" Eddie asked.

"Well, no," Chrissy frowned.

"Then don't tell me," Eddie said. "You were patient with me, so I'm going to do the same. I'm curious as hell, but you're worth the wait."

"I fucking love you," Chrissy said with a gleeful smile. "Let's sneak into the bathroom and have sex!"

"I'm not having sex with you for the first time in a bathroom," Eddie chuckled.

"Fine," she pouted.

She couldn't help but smile when Eddie spun her around again. She giggled when he tried to let her do the same, but their height differences made it awkward. Chrissy rolled her eyes and spun him around without having to spin him under her arm. She ended up inadvertently spinning him into Steve, who caught him. She cackled when Eddie started to dance with him. Steve looked surprised for a moment before going with it and swinging him around wildly. Chrissy pulled a giggling Nancy to her and started dancing with her as well. She happily forgot about their problems for a moment, they could deal with them later but right now all she wanted to do was live in the moment with her friends. She spotted Robin being spun between Jonathan and Argyle. Robin was laughing so hard that Chrissy couldn't help but lean her head back and laugh as well.

"Eddie! Hands!" She heard Steve yell.

"Oops! Sorry, Steve! Sorry, Chrissy! My hands, they slipped."

Luckily, it was dark, and everyone else was too busy enjoying themselves to pay attention. Eventually, though, they returned their partners to the right person, and Chrissy found herself dancing with Eddie again. Chrissy twirled around when someone bumped into her with their drink, spilling it all over her. Chrissy groaned before pulling Eddie with her to the bathroom. Once they were there, Chrissy closed the door and pulled her cardigan off.

"Aw, it bled all the way through," Chrissy pouted. "Oh, well, while we're in here. . ."

Chrissy pressed him up against the door and captured her lips with his, her body filling with euphoria. Eddie grinned and cupped her face as he deepened the kiss. He pulled back and looked at her mischievously.

"You planned this, didn't you?" Eddie asked.

"If only. . ." Chrissy trailed off.

She kissed him again, her hands pressing against his stomach before moving up to his chest. She smirked as she slid her tongue into his mouth. To her delight, he moaned and cupped the back of her head, tugging her ponytail. This time, it was her turn to make a sound, and she hummed with pleasure. She slid her leg in between his and raised it so her knee was pressing against his crotch. Eddie growled and pulled back, yanking her ponytail back gently. His touch was very much wanted.

"Chrissy. . .we both agreed," Eddie said. "And after today, I don't think either one of us is ready. . .I mean, are you?"

"Well, no, and honestly, I do want to do it in a bed," Chrissy said. "God, I just look at you, and I want to devour you whole. . .it's scary sometimes."

"Yeah, and sometimes I want to crawl inside your skin. We're both freaks," Eddie said, and Chrissy giggled. "I think you need to cool down, though."

Chrissy squealed when he picked her up and carried her into the shower, closing the curtain.

"Edward Wayne, if you even think about turning on that water. . ." Chrissy warned.

"Relax, Christine Elizabeth, I would never," Eddie gasped. "Or would I?"

He jokingly reached for the knob and she slapped his chest, laughing. He froze and put his hand on her mouth when two people entered the bathroom. Eddie's eyes widened when they both realized it was Steve and Nancy. It sounded like Nancy had an accident herself. It also sounded like she was quite drunk. How long had Chrissy been kissing Eddie? Oh God, they should really leave. . .because it sounded like Nancy was going to say something that she didn't mean. It was too late, though. . .Fuck.

"Like we're in love?" Steve asked. "You don't love me?"

"It's bullshit."

Chrissy's heart broke for the both of them, and she could tell it hit Eddie, too. She knew that Nancy didn't mean it, but just because she was drunk doesn't make the words hurt any less. She wasn't sure how she would be able to handle it if Eddie told her it was their fault his best friend died. It would kill her, and it sounded like it was killing Steve. Tears welled up in her eyes along with Eddie's as they heard Steve storm out of the bathroom. A minute later, they heard Argyle and Jonathan coming in. Eddie and Chrissy immediately pulled back the curtain, causing a high pitch scream to spill out of Argyle.

"What - ?" He asked.

"Uh, Steve asked us to take Nancy home," Jonathan said in confusion.

"Eddie, quickly, go tend to Steve," Chrissy said. "We'll take Nancy back to my place."

Eddie didn't waste a second before running out of the room. Argyle picked Nancy up, and they left the party just as quickly as Eddie had. Luckily, when she got home, Claudia had been too distracted by whatever Dustin was showing her to notice Nancy being dragged in by Argyle. Although Chrissy was curious about how Dustin had managed to rig his Ghostbusters' costume up like that, she needed to take care of Nancy. Argyle set him on her bed, and he hovered by the bed with his boyfriend.

"It's okay, I've got this," Chrissy said softly.

"Are you sure?" Jonathan asked, looking at Nancy in concern.

"Yeah," she said. "Thank you."

"Anything for Nancy," Argyle said.

"Oh, I don't think Robin knew what happened. She just saw Steve run out. She followed him," Jonathan said.

"Oh, I completely forgot about Robin!" Chrissy gasped.

"It's alright, Lady Henderson, you had other things to worry about," Argyle said.

Chrissy hugged Argyle and then hugged Jonathan before shooing them out of her room. She grabbed some water and set it on the bedside table before closing her door. She took off Nancy's boots and then her clothes before cleaning her up. She put her pajamas on Nancy and then had her sit up to drink some water. Chrissy sat up on the bed to watch her for a while. Was it always going to be like this? Would they always be affected by what those assholes did? How could anyone have normal relationships? Steve and Nancy's situation was a little bit different, so much more complicated but just as awful.

She watched Nancy's eyes flutter close, and Chrissy laid down next to her. She wondered what was happening with Steve. Did Robin go with Steve to his house? Was Eddie there comforting him like she was doing for Nancy? Chrissy stroked Nancy's hair, and Nancy sighed. Robin would be there too, she thought. Chrissy's eyes started to close as she imagined Eddie and Robin hugging Steve on either side of him as they held him in bed, Steve sobbing into Eddie's chest. Chrissy shut her eyes tightly, hoping everything would be alright. Just as she was about to drift off to sleep, she heard Nancy gasp out a name.

"Steve. . ."

Chapter Eighteen

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well it's love, make it hurt - chapter sixteen

well it's love, make it hurt series

sixteen: whoever I was then, I can't ever be again

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Summary: You and Din have a serious conversation, kick some ass, and make some decisions.

Warnings: canon-typical violence, feelings, hint of d/s dynamics, they're workin' on it y'all, dry humping, thigh riding, groping, more about the Name Reveal, communication

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9 ABY - Fall

Mando’s lead turns out to be at an incredibly shady fight club. Or, you suppose you should say Din’s lead. Which you’re still reeling from but have entered an apparent silent agreement not to mention again.

So what? He wanted you to know his name. It wasn’t a big deal, except how it made you want to burst into hysterics.

Years later, and he gives you his name like it’s not the most world-shattering thing. It’s fine, you can roll with it, you can pretend it’s fine. You avoid addressing him entirely to solve the issue. If you don’t try to say “Mando,” then you don’t have to try to fill it in with “Din.”

As you’re making this decision, you’re sitting beside him about two feet from the dueling Gammoreans. The whole thing is distasteful, even coming from someone who (sometimes) kills people for a living. They aren’t even really given a good opportunity to fight. The ring is small, and the weapons are unwieldy.

Mando’s—dank farrik—Din’s gloved hand brushes against the outside of your thigh as it drops to his side, and you immediately tune in to the conversation he’s having with Koresh. The instincts have lain dormant for five years, but prickle back in with no trouble. He wouldn’t accidentally touch you, and he certainly wasn’t trying anything right then. No, it was a signal.

Tense words about beskar pass between the men, and you pretend to watch the fight, ready to move as soon as the talk turns nasty.

You don’t have to wait long.

It’s distressingly beautiful. You had become better fighters in your time apart, but you fell back into each other’s rhythm like an old leather jacket. You’re innately aware of where the other will be and how you should act in accordance, and it’s nothing to take down the group.

It was the very thing you had spent the last thirty hours trying to avoid.

Being back on the Crest, even with the addition of the baby, was like haunting your dreams. The carved-out feeling of watching yourself make the same steps, touch the same controls, sit in the same seat. You refused to take the simple path—refused to reoccupy that body, that place, that time. It would have been so easy to rise in the morning and make him a cup of caf. To climb onto his lap in the cockpit. To settle back into the places your body knew you fit. Now that you had let it happen, let yourself fall back into sync with him? You weren’t sure how to stop it.

The buzz of your brain failed to quiet on the way back to the ship. Now, in the aftermath, the adrenaline high, you’re sweating, your body pulsing, and skin too tight. Your fingertips throb in time with your clit. His shoulders rise and fall with the effort of his breathing. You’re not sure when he got so close, but there’s barely an inch between you. If you took a deep breath, your breasts would brush up against his chest plate.

The tension is rich, sitting on your tongue like chocolate-covered berries. Your breathing is shallow, and his so deep. He’s coiled tight, but you don’t feel like prey. He’s waiting, you know. Waiting for you to move.

For the first time, you wish the helmet wasn’t there. You want to lunge at him and press your lips against his. To cleave and indulge in him as a delicacy, to dig your fingers in and pry him open until you can tear your atonement from his sinew.

But more than that, it’s the way five years have disappeared in the last hour. There’s none of the hurt, the distance, the grief. It’s just you and him, same as it ever was. Wound up after a fight, every molecule screaming for the other. Aching.

In the end, you both move. Somehow seamless, frequencies synching the way your chrono was still programmed into his ship. Something coded deep, something that would have to be intentionally removed from your bodies in order to forget the way you yearned, the way you knew the other would come apart.

Your hands are on his waist; his are pressing you against the wall of the hull, roaming, groping, claiming. When he hears your impatient whines, he rips his gloves off and slides his hands under your shirt, digging in like he might hold you there by sheer force.

He doesn’t have to. You aren’t going anywhere.

Your eyes are a little glazed, a little unfocused, as he grabs at whatever handfuls of flesh he can, his searing heat against yours. He moans when he cups your breasts, and your fingers tighten in his flightsuit. The pads of his fingers and palms are dry, and their gentle grit against your softness makes you feel alive.

He’s gentle, exploring to see if you still twitch and moan at the same motions, if you have any new sounds he can pry from you.

You do. He rubs both nipples with his thumbs, and you moan, burying your face in his cowl, and softly cry his name. His real one.

“Din, please,” you whimper. He jerks a little, grasping onto you and trying not to cum in his pants like a fucking teenager. His name has never sounded so sweet.

You hadn’t said it before. Not that night when he told you, not any of the minutes in between.

When Gideon spoke his name in front of the crowd of his allies and enemies, it was a jagged saw into his ribcage, splitting him open like a butterfly. His secrets spilling from his chest.

But the worst part was the injustice of it all.

It should have been you.

He had almost told you so many times over that last month. Wanted to hear it spill from your lips when you came, wanted to hear it whispered as you fell asleep, wanted to hear it when you playfully chastised him over a quip.

You asked why, of course, why now? He could see the walls going up, the way you were pulling back, arms folding across your chest. A silent accusation thrown onto the table between you, a conscious effort to fight against the instinct to trust him.

So he told you. Everything. The fury at Gideon stealing that from him, not just his privacy, but the gift of it. The way it was always supposed to be you, you first, only you. Yours. His to give you, yours to take. To keep. To know in your heart. How no matter what happened next, it had been yours to have all along.

You wanted to strike out, to sink teeth into where he was bleeding himself out for you. To stoke the long-simmering anger that had never left you, that had helped you survive the last five years. But when you opened your mouth, it was gone. It slipped out on a sigh, a heavy, weary thing that spread through you from shoulder to knee. You slumped back against the wall, looking anywhere but him.

“Thank you,” you said.

“Again,” he growls, grabbing at your shirt from the inside and yanking it over your head. He slides a leg between yours to better ensnare you. You fall into the trap unconsciously, grinding against his thigh.

It wasn’t enough. “Din, please,” you beg again and arch back, eager to give him access to anything he wishes.

He’s captivated in turn by the cries and whimpers he extracts as he pinches and caresses, one hand sliding down to the apex where your cunt meets his leg and rubbing softly, never sliding close enough, just dangling the pleasure in front of you like an eopie chasing a carrot.

You return the favor with a desperate, sweaty palm against the bulge in his flightsuit, moaning deep when you cup the weight of him. Your memory had not done him justice, your fingers unable to replicate the heft and girth of him.

He bucks against you when you squeeze gently, and his hand slides up to wrap around your throat.

“Please, Din,” you cry, “please, I’m sorry, please.”

He stops, hands falling to his sides, shifting his weight onto the other foot to put a little distance between you.

“What are you doing?”

“Please, you were right. I want to hurt. I want you to hurt me until it stops hurting.”

“That’s not… I can’t do that. That’s not right.”

“Don’t,” you whisper. “Don’t be rational right now.”

“I have to.” He walks himself through a few deep breaths. You’re looking at him so sorrowfully, tears welling up, and he wants to give you everything.

“Please.” Your voice is steadier now. “It hurts so bad,” your fingers clutch at your chest, pressing a fist into the valley of your clavicle.

He closes his eyes, the phantom pain echoing in his body. “I can’t give you absolution when there’s nothing to be forgiven, ner kar’ta,” he says.

“I left,” you say, barely audible over the rumble of the engines.

“Yes,” he says. “So did I.”

You flounder for the right thing to say, but you can tell the discussion is over. An indignant flame flickers in your gut, but it’s washed away in the wave of exhaustion that crashes over you. “I can’t have this conversation half naked,” you settle on.

He laughs, half of a chuckle swept from him in relief. He gives you back your shirt, and you sink onto the crate sofa.

“It’s not just me, right?” you mumble to your hands where they rest in your lap. “That feels like a ghost and a person, split in two.”

“No,” he sits next to you. He lets the silence sit for a moment. “You know, it doesn’t make you weak. That you grieved. No matter what we were to each other then.”

You’re startled by the subject, looking up at him with wide eyes.

“I’ve been thinking about what you said. About it being stupid to have grieved when we weren’t together. But I grieved you, too, in a way.”

You frown but say nothing. His words circulate in your head, jostling up some of your own, but all seem inadequate. “I’m sorry,” you finally settle on. “I’m sorry I ran away.”

“Which time? In the market?” he teases.

A corner of your lips twitches up against your will. “Nah, not sorry for that one.”

“I told you, I understand why you left,” his voice is soft. He shifts a little, a bare hand settling on the cushion between you.

You take a deep breath and ignore the invitation. “No. I’m sorry for the first time. When I stayed behind. I was afraid.”

“You don’t have to apologize for doing what you thought was best for yourself.”

You had forgotten this. Forgotten the way he never failed to support you, never allowed you to doubt yourself. You let your hand fall from your lap beside his on the bedroll, just the tiniest graze of your pinky against his.

He tried not to watch you too intently, like you might run again if he looked right at you. It chafed a little, but you couldn’t really blame him.

In the end, you figure it out—how to be brave about it. You turn your ire inward, let the frustration roil at your cowardice. He was right there. So what if you were afraid? You had survived losing him twice; surely it would be easier a third time. And what, were you really this pathetic? You had been so scared that love would make you fragile that you didn’t realize the fear was doing it anyway. Not until you shattered.

You give a little angry huff, scowling, and slide your hand into his, entwining your fingers.

Din holds very still, curling his hand in yours slowly. He’d be lying if he said he wasn’t confused by the anger on your face, but it wasn’t worth spooking you over. It was strange, how his heart was racing faster just holding your hand than ten minutes ago when he was holding your breasts.

“What if,” he begins, pausing minutely to gauge your reaction. When you don’t shut down, he presses forward. “What if we link comms? When you get back.”

The scowl smooths out, not quite into a smile, but into something soft and thoughtful. You tilt your head, brows furrowed as you consider it. “And what, just like check in?”

“Or we could talk. In the morning or before bed, when we’re not hunting.” His anxious thumb rubs up and down your finger.

You don’t answer for a minute, considering. You find that the idea settles somewhere below your ribs, tucked away and harmless. Something akin to a smile blossoms, and it makes his chest tight.

“I think I’d like that.”

Din calls the same night he drops you off. You’re half asleep, but the crackle of the commlink startles you awake.

“Settled back in?” he asks once you answer.

“Uh-huh,” you tell your pillow.

“Were you asleep already?”

“Well, I didn’t think you’d call. You just dropped me off.”

“That’s not how you start a routine, cyare. If you put it off once, you’ll just keep forgetting.”

“Don’t lecture me, I’m sleepy.”

“Okay. I just wanted to make sure you were home safe.”

“You walked me to my apartment.”

“Alright, fine, go to sleep.” It’s soft and teasing, and it warms your heart in such an embarrassing way.

“Goodnight, Din,” you murmur, already snuggling back down in your blankets.

“Goodnight, cyare.”

*title from "Miami" by Taking Back Sunday.

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Daisy Johnson/Jemma Simmons (Skimmons) Masterlist

Addicted To You (ao3) - DeceitfulHonesty E, 26k

Summary: A raid at the SHIELD lab where she was working, leaves Jemma in the hands of her greatest enemies. As she tries to stay alive, Jemma finds herself drawn to someone who destroys all her expectations of Hydra: a specialist who calls herself Skye.

and i can go anywhere i want (anywhere i want just not home) (ao3) - autismboard G, 5k

Summary: She defined herself by the things that she loved: she was a scientist, a wife, a best friend.

At that moment, she was sure of only one of those things. So the only conclusion she could draw was that there was no more Jemma. --------

Jemma post 5x14 attempting to make sense of the situation at hand (aka girlie is struggling)

and if you're still breathing (you're the lucky ones) (ao3) - plinys M, 6k

Summary: She’s seen Groundhog Day and every other story about being stuck in a time loop. Though normally the people in these loops are unwilling participants, unable to change anything significantly, but needlessly repeating the same cycle until they learn some sort of moral of the story.

The thing is Jemma already knows the moral of this story. At least, she thinks she does.

can you see me using everything to hold back? (ao3) - midnightstrawberries T, 6k

Summary: Sometimes, late at night, unable to sleep and sprawled under bed sheets, head hanging upside down off the left side of the bed, Skye likes to imagine her parents. What they were like, who they were, how they lived. She dreams until her head starts hurting too much and she has to sit back up.

Skye is sixteen years old and she has never lived in the same place for more than a year at a time. (Something tells her she never will. Something else tells her to believe otherwise.)

~

Skye and Jemma meet in high school instead of at SHIELD.

Follow Me, I Know A Shortcut (ao3) - nerdwegian G, 1k

Summary: Jemma is acting weird around Skye.

I found love where it wasn't supposed to be (right in front of me) (ao3) - EB_FanficFan_1458 mack/yo yo, jemma/daisy, kate/bobbi, clint/natasha T, 24k

Summary: “Is this what gay stargazing is? Stars and confessions?” Nat whispered. Bobbi laughed silently. “Yes. Now you’ve experienced that, you’re officially with us. Welcome to the family.”

For the first time in years, Daisy and Bobbi feel safe at their home with Phil Coulson and Melinda May. But what happens when Phil and Mel decide to adopt Natasha as well? The demons of their pasts come back to haunt them. Can they stay safe and happy, or will everything fall apart?

I'll Be The Rock Star If You'll Be The Scientist (ao3) - nerdwegian T, 10k

Summary: "Wait, wait, wait! Sir, are you telling me the dinosaur escaped our plane in your flying car?"

It's All About Biochemistry (ao3) - Selenay

Summary: Jemma pulled in a calming breath. "Just. I'm not really used to this kind of thing yet."

"What kind of thing?"

"Post emotional crisis kissing," Jemma said. "It's new to me."

Love Me at the Corner Cafe (ao3) - Heylittleyahtzee (HeyYahtzee) T, 36k

Summary: Skye likes to keep an eye on her regulars, so when Jemma Simmons comes in entirely flustered one morning Skye can’t help but reach out to her. It turns out that Jemma Simmons can’t help but return the favor. Unsurprisingly there is no going back from this

Slytherin to My Heart (ao3) - happypugfics E, 82k

Summary: Skimmons Hogwarts AU Skye and Jemma find themselves in their sixth year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry dealing with the same old issues it has to offer: homework, tests, quidditch, house points, their relationship...and oh, the Triwizard Tournament.

The Hydra Disaster (ao3) - Rhino (RhinoMouse) M, 39k

Summary: Jemma's time undercover at Hydra gets far more interesting and Important when she gets pulled into project World Killer. She is not prepared. But SHIELD needs her to succeed. Which would be easier if her boss's boss's boss, Agent Daisy Johnson hadn't taken an interest in her. It would also make Agent Morse's life easier if the scientist she's supposed to protect would stop breaking every rule of spy craft. Every. Single. Rule.

The Way Our Horizons Meet (ao3) - plinys M, 50k

Summary: Four years ago Skye married Jemma in order to keep her from being deported, now when the day has come to end things she can't help herself from wondering how they got here and how she can get her to stay.

Until We Get There (ao3) - Pitkin E, 275k

Summary: “I’ve got a tail,” Daisy announced, loud enough to hear through the phone as she watched the silver truck appear around the fourth corner, having made a successful square with the truck following. She made a left at the next possible road, deciding she would head back toward the highway to get to a better populated area.

Lily gasped. “You do??” She asked. “CAN I SEE IT!?!” She screeched in excitement.

Under normal circumstances, this reaction would have been more than enough for Daisy to roar with laughter and come up with an excuse for why Lily wasn’t allowed to see her non-existent tail. Today she was quiet as she glanced behind her in the rearview again.

wandering (ao3) - cardiganweather E, 4k

Summary: Jemma Simmons has survived an alien virus, jumped out of a plane without a parachute, and worked with an Asgardian to solve a murder mystery. She can handle sharing a bed with a girl she likes in a too hot hotel room.

Right?

Want to Annoy Your Family This Thanksgiving? Call Skye! (ao3) - DeceitfulHonesty T, 4k

Summary: "I’m a 25 year old, unemployed hacker with no high school degree who lives in a van that’s older than me. If you’d like to have me as your strictly platonic date for Thanksgiving, but pretend to be in a serious, committed relationship with you to irritate your family, I’m game. I require no pay but the free meal I’ll get as a guest and the joy of spending an evening with people I can aggravate! Call Skye." Based on the Craigslist ad that people love to share this time of year.

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Thanks for the tags @urnumber1star @drchenquill @paeliae-occasionally @leahnardo-da-veggie!

OC Interaction

Number's OC: Micheal from Bolt Runners. He’s sixteen years old but sometimes acts too old for his age. He’s a superhero by night so he tries to be as responsible as he can but is also chronically sleep deprived. He is very wary of anyone he doesn't know and will sometimes spend days trying to figure out their intentions. If he thinks that they are a threat he will do one of two things. Either try to talk to them if he thinks they can be swayed, or attack and try to take them down. If he thinks they;re intentions are good, then he’ll try to be friends with them. He’s overall a really good guy but is often very gullible at times. He will also talk your ear off if you let him. He just wants to help people. 

Dr. Chen's OC: Elias is an eighteen year old boy, sold by his parents as part of a deal to work for a man he never even met. He tends to fall in a pit of selfloathing thoughts, spiriling until he is too deep too see positivty in anything. Since he didn't have a good childhood, he feels protective of anyone that he thinks is being mistreated, often resulting in him snapping at people, without knowing the context of the situation.

Paelie's OC: Apollo is about 24. He is very protective of people he cares about, this includes all magic kids because they are routinely exploited by the mages in power. He is generally a really chill person and is very observant of how people receive him. Because of this he is incredibly patient and will convince you to tell him your problems so he can help you solve them. That said, he is an incredibly capable caster and will non-lethally fight you if you threaten others.

Leah's OC: Katherine looks like a fifteen year old girl, acts like a cryptid and is probably closer to the latter than the former. She's quiet, secretive, and rather creepy, at least to the casual observer. To someone who knows her (that is, her best friend/apprentice Dane and her elder brother L), she is a pathological snarker, has the worst authority issues known to any immortal entity, and likes chocolate gelato more than life. She'd gleefully pick a fight with anything from vampire teachers to the goddess of dreams for no bigger reason than because she could. That said, she does have a good heart.

Well, I think I have only one main oc I haven't done for this game yet!

My OC: Avymere Kalaphon Spearsong III is a 153 year old elf and Duchon (gender neutral equivalent of Duke/Duchess) of the city of Salis. They act as a spy and political agent for their father, Archduke Eluan Spearsong, who rules Salis. They also keep watch for assassins, on top of playing the perfect, if ditzy, heir in front of the court. They tend to keep up a happy-go-lucky facade in order to disguise their true cunning and because of this, are very reluctant to let their true personality show, to the point that they've sort of lost who they are. The one thing they embrace with their full, honest heart is martial arts. Though it's seen as a lowly habit that the court indulges on account of the Duchon's 'airheadedness,' they really do love to practice Talmel Valkys and are quite the fighter. It's where they feel they can drop any acts they have up. Apart from that, they have a hard time socializing outside of situations they're not used to and get easily flustered when they don't hold all the cards, as they don't actually have much experience outside of the highest echelon of Salis society. Though well meaning, they also tend to come off as aloof and unaware of the problems of the common man, even though they truly believe that they are a servant of the people they rule.

Now let's see how they'd interact!

Avymere and Micheal: I think these two have very similar stances on their responsibility to protect people. Michael would probably be very wary of Avymere at first, and Avymere would be very wary of Michael. If he is gullible, he may fall for the dumb, but well-intentioned act Avymere puts on. However, in any high stress scenario, I think he'd be able to tell that Avymere is smarter than they let on. Overall, I think these two would get along decently, especially if they ended up doing superhero stuff together. They can be work friends. I do think it'd be funny to watch a sleep deprived teenager and a grim scion of an ancient elven royal line beat up goons side by side. He could teach them what a TikTok is.

Avymere and Elias: I'll be honest, Avymere is not the best at comforting people. I think they'd be concerned for Elias and would want to help him, but just wouldn't know how. From Elias's perspective, I doubt he'd trust Avymere. They're a powerful adult with weird vibes, who sometimes slips and calls people peasants. I doubt he'd hang around long enough to get to know them.

Avymere and Apollo: So, I didn't mention it because their bio is already long, but Avymere's family is famed for its powerful sorcerers. Except, Avymere never inherited that power, and neither did they have the right sort of mind to learn book magic. That said, they're a little uptight around magic users, like they have to prove their worth even if they don't understand spells or runes. I think Apollo would clock this, and would probably also clock the rest of Avymere's general strangeness. It'd take a while, but I think he could get a story out of them eventually. Avymere would respect anyone who protects kids and would likely offer their assistance in Apollo's work, but damn if they'd be resistant to any of his attempts to therapize them.

Avymere and Katherine: As a spy, all secrets seem dangerous to Avymere. They'd be able to tell something is off about Katherine pretty quickly and would try to investigate. That said, I think Katherine would just try to fuck with them. Laying false evidence, coming up with weird rumors, and all that. If they ever did meet face to face, any conversation would be pure vitriol, since Katherine is a rebellious snarker and Avymere is authority incarnate. However, once they satisfy themself that Katherine isn't a danger to people, I think it'd go the way of the kid vigilante/cop who pretends to dislike them, but protects them when shit goes down trope. Any conversation between them would likely involve lots of tormenting on Katherine's part and lots of snooty comments from Avymere, but ultimately, Avymere's duty is to protect people, so they'd do their best to keep this snarky kid safe.

Wow, that was a lot! Let me know what you all think :)

I'll tag @tildeathiwillwrite @somethingclevermahogony @watermeezer @cssnder @willtheweaver and anyone else who wants to join!