#guys please send requests or something i am genuinely so bored

[xevanescentxx]

really, there are things that I want to know but also, im prettty sure I'm not supposed to know. like, theyre not revealed yet and stuff like that

so ill just ask everything and you can answer whatever you want

im just really invested in this 😔

who is she?? who's after her? what did lorraine do?

also, im curious about the cross around her neck

does she have any idea who juliet's father is? because from what's implied -

and i want to know more about robin because i like her but i dont know what to ask specifically

'nyways, sorry if im being too annoying

you aren’t being annoying at all, i love dumping all my stupid lore and its so awesome when ppl r into it hehe, okay anyways! onto the Qs.

1. ‘she’ is in reference to the “first angel” irene. in my ‘lore’ or whatever, there was an angel before the main three. however, she betrayed god and became the first fallen angel (so, not lucifer.) but, her name had been wiped from history and even the gods do not speak of her. so, she resides in one of four forests in the underworld. her ‘powers’ are that similar to the beast from over the garden wall. she feeds off of hopelessness, sadness, loneliness and those of similar trait. irene is most powerful when she is in her ‘garden’, which is a small creek surrounded by fog and various plants and wildlife. she feeds off of these plants as they were once human souls that she broke down and created to become apart of ‘her garden’, dark shit. i know. however the reason irene is after lorraine is because lorraine mayyy or may not have made some sort of contract with her.. and broke it :3 whoopsie!

2. the cross lorraine wears was a necklace given to her by her grandmother. the only adult who ever loved lorraine back before everything happened to her.

3. ok so, juliet’s father is a human man named ‘Christopher Walker’, however that is the ONLY thing i will say about him for now :3. and lorraine does know that he is juliet’s father.

4. i honestly don’t really know what to talk about regarding robin, i know ive talked about her backstory at some point. so ill just kind of explain her relevance to my rewrite and who she is, exactly. robin is actually supposed to be a parallel to jack. kinda like a best friend , best friend sort of thing surrounding will. she’s sort of an eye opener for will, and her entire character is actually extremely important when it comes to william and jack in my rewrite.

[chrrychills]

HIIII idk if ur taking multiple characters at a time(ɪꜰ ᴜ ᴀʀᴇɴ'ᴛ ᴛᴀᴋɪɴɢ ᴍᴜʟᴛɪᴘʟᴇ ᴄᴀɴ ɪ ᴘʟᴢ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ɢᴇᴛ ᴀꜱʜʟʏɴ 🙇🏻) if you are can I plz get Ashlyn/Ben (sperate) x 𝙜𝙧𝙪𝙣𝙜𝙚 𝙗𝙖𝙣𝙙!reader like readers the lead singer in their band also a guitarist but is more towards singing. Their also really close with their bandmates🙇🏻🙇🏻 HAVE A NICE DAY AND REMEMBER TO DRINK WATER!!PLX AND TY

breathe out, so i can breathe you in .

ashlyn banner & ben clark « grunge band s/o!

ashlyn banner:

•she had always thought you were pretty cool. you had been into the whole grunge scene from a pretty early age, and she caught herself admiring you from afar as the two of you grew up.

•your bandmates really like her! you all understand that she's not the biggest fan of your music due to her hyperacusis, but they all still think she's super chill and like having her around.

•she loves hearing you mindlessly strum your guitar while she does other things, like schoolwork. it helps her concentrate.

•another thing she loves– watching you perform. later into your relationship, she bought noise-canceling headphones so that she could come to one of your concerts. (you cried the first time she showed up.)

•in love with your stage presence. like genuinely. she can feel the confidence radiating off of you while you're performing.

•if she has earplugs/headphones, she will definitely sit in on practices to watch you! she's usually doing schoolwork or something while you play, but she's listening!

•overall, she secretly thinks you're really cool but doesn't want to tell you and inflate your ego. 10/10, super supportive girlfriend!

ben clark:

•he loves listening to you sing. he could sit for hours, just listening to your voice and he wouldn't get bored.

•definitely asks you to teach him how to play guitar. he admires how long it took you to learn and how good you are at it.

•he shows up to every concert/performance. he's always at the very front of the crowd, staring at you with a smile and lovesick eyes.

•your bandmates love him. he can bake really well, so sometimes he'll send you with sweets for you and your bandmates while you practice. this automatically puts him in their good graces.

•really likes your guys' music! he has your songs in at least two different playlists.

•can (and will) spend hours on end writing out how much he loves you and your music. he sees his younger self in you, which is why he loves your passion for singing so much.

•so, so supportive. best boyfriend ever, 11/10.

lacey's notes: thank you for the request! this was super fun to write!

i am super sick right now so updates might slow down for a bit, but i'll try to keep posting! also please ignore how i literally forgot my OWN layout on like two of my posts.

[deadsnothere]

I wanna be dirty!

Synopsis - After a case went a bit south, Lockwood came home and got bandaged up by Alias on his bed. While somehow moving to the subject of their sex lives, leading to something more. Also known as A song fic from the rocky horror show song -

Touch-a, Touch-a Touch me.

Masterlist

Request - no

Word Count - 1.6k

Proof read - Yes and no? I gave up half way through because it's 2 am please give feedback

Speak Ali!! - Guys i'm dying, If this is good tell me, if this is bad tell me. I want your genuine answer before i make a part two of my cafe fic because i don't want it to be bad. Also REQUEST LOCKWOOD STUFF!! I'm currently working on two request which i'm very excited for!!

“I was feeling done in…couldn't win.”

I sighed softly while cleaning Anthony's wounds, sat on his bed. He’d gotten hurt while on a case and came back to the house with it not bandaged up, So I was bandaging his scrapes and bruises. He honestly looked kind of hot. His white button up was open, his belt was unbuckled and his hair was messed up. All while he was hot and sweaty. God what i’d do for this man to rai-

-Back on track! How we got to the subject of my sex life, I'm not sure but here we are. “I’d only ever kissed before.” this still baffles me, I mean i'm sat here talking to Lockwood of all people about my sex life! The one I barely have- but he’s still intently listening either way. “I thought there's no use getting…into heavy petting.” I just shrugged my shoulders. ‘Why is his hand getting close to my chest? WHY AM I THE ONE MOVING IT CLOSER-’ I pulled it away, blinking almost like I'd woken up from a daze. His face looked as if it were bright red, but he didn't move his hand away, until I moved it myself. Is he enjoying this?

“It only leads to trouble and…seat wetting.” I put the cap on the alcohol, and put the bandages up. God, Anthony's stare is killing me, he's looking at me like a lost puppy with his wide eyes and pretty face, boring into my skin, sending a chill down my back. "Now all I want to know.” I placed a hand on his shoulder, unbuttoning the top button of my shirt. His hands reached up to undo the rest. “Is how to go. I've tasted blood and I want more.” Anthony slowly unbuttoned my entire shirt, I let him push the cotton material off my shoulders. I took my hand off his shoulder, lifting my skirt up to tease him. “I'll put up no resistance.” He grabbed my hands, placing my forearms on his shoulders pulling me closer.

“I want to stay the distance.” He grabbed my hips, pulling at the band of my skirt. “I've got an itch to scratch. I need assistance!” I pulled him into me slowly, his hands moved to grip on his bed sheets, Almost not able to look away. “Touch-a, Touch-a, Touch-a Touch me!” He moved back in his bed, eyes mesmerized by my body. He waved for me to move with him and pulled me up to be face to face. I whispered in his ear. “I wanna be dirty.” Anthony's face was bright red as I moved down on his body, leaving a trail of kisses down his neck, shoulder, and chest all the way until I got to his happy trail. “Thrill me, Chill me, Fulfill me!”

“A-Alias..I never thought you would- be this bold.” I giggled softly pulling at his belt. “Well just give me the word and i’ll stop-” Anthony almost jumped to say, “No!- No god, please don't stop.” I let myself giggle, before finally pulling his belt off. “Now if anything grows.” I trailed a finger across his tented pants, a smile growing when he jerked from the small, sudden contact. “While you pose.” I mocked him by doing his stupid smirk, making him laugh at me. “I’ll oil you up and rub you down..” I pulled the zipper of his pants down in one swift motion. God, he is hot.

“and that's just one small fraction of the main attraction.” Slowly I crawled forwards at head level again, while using my right hand to unbutton Anthony's pants. “You need a friendly hand?” I pushed myself up, now stood on both knees towering over him. He moved with me sitting up to be able to see me better. Grabbing both of his hands in mine, “Ohh, I need action!” I placed them on my tits, still in my bra, giggling when Anthony's eyes grew wide, a smile coming soon after. “Touch-a, Touch-a, Touch me!” I definitely sounded more desperate. The feeling of his hands was amazing. I've been dreaming this night. He used his hands to play with my tits, squishing them together, squeezing them in his hands, once again mesmerized by my body. “I wanna be dirty!” I pushed him down on the bed laughing when he made an ‘omph!’ sound.

I lowered my head to kiss his neck, this time leaving a few hickeys. My hands pulled down his pants, then his boxers. Him lifting his hips to help me. Crawling backwards I landed on the floor. When Anthony sat up he was already in the perfect position. sitting on my knees, I pulled his pants and boxers off all the way. Taking the tip of his cock into my mouth, coating it in my spit and popping off of it once more. “I'm not going to be the best at this..” He laughed at my nervousness. “Don't laugh at me-!”

He cut me off by cradling my face in his hands, and slowly pushing my head down onto his cock. “don't worry just let me guide you.” he whispered out in a husky tone, pushing my head in rhythm. I opened my throat the best i could trying to relax, his hips buck into my mouth, quietly groaning. The closer he got to cumming the faster his pace went, I could feel the hand prints that were going to be left on my face after he was done with me.

“Swallow.” IS THAT THE ONLY WARNING I GET- Suddenly I felt a hot liquid go down my throat, only having to swallow the bit that landed in my mouth during Anthony’s last thrust. He was quick to pull out of my mouth, leaning down to kiss my cheeks softly, while running his hands through my hair. “You did so good taking me, darling. So good.” I stood up quickly, almost falling from dizziness due to the speed of my movement. Steadying myself, I sat on Anthony's lap, Kissing at his neck and grinding my hips down creating friction. he pushed my head away and instead went to leave hickeys on my neck. “Use your words darling, what do you want?” – “I want to have my way with you.” His eyes widened when I so desperately asked for his body.

“I’ll do anything you please. Suck your cock again, fuck myself on your fingers, Just please give me something.” Every word left him more and more speechless. “I-”

He didn't speak for a few seconds, simply laying himself down and drawing my hips up. “Sit on my face, I’ll give you the best orgasm you've ever felt.” I moved without thinking, pulling down my panties, crawling forwards to him, almost nervous to have my cunt so close to his face. He hooked his arms around my thighs pulling me down to sit on his face. “Oh shit!” I gasped in surprise, shuttering when his tongue came to lick and suck at my clit. God, it made a chill go down my back. His tongue pushed into my cunt in one quick motion, he was using his arms to guide my hips on his tongue making this feeling absolutely perfect. Slowly a coil started to form in my stomach, and unlike its building it quickly broke.

when I moved away from his face he was covered in my cum, using his hands to wipe and lick it off his fingers. “You taste so good.” I knew he was lying, Cum tasted horrible I should know. But the way he absolutely devoured what was on his fingers, like he was having his last meal before the electric chair, I almost believed him. We both laid on his bed for a minute, before I finally got up and went to the bathroom, coming back out with a towel and wet washcloth. Anthony is now sitting back with his back to his head board. He took it from me as soon as I got to bed. Wiping his mouth off first, and then focusing on me purely.

“I can't get enough of you.” Anthony kissed my cheek. It was quiet while he cleaned us both off. Neither of us wanted to whisk the comforting silence away. Until he finally spoke up. “What does this make us now?” I shrugged my shoulders letting him lean his chin on my stomach, looking up at me. “What do you want to be Lockwood?” He grinned at me with his megawatt smile. “Well if you're going to be my girlfriend I don't think you should call me Lockwood. I much prefer Anthony from you.” “Well Anthony, I like that as well.”

The next thing I knew I was holding his head in my arms falling fastly asleep, content in where the night took us.

–

“So we're murdering them when they wake up right?” Lucy nodded along with George who was making tea in the kitchen. “It's either murder or they get us noise canceling headphones.” He agreed, laughing turning into the fake crying.

If this is bad I'm sorry, Anyways- this is basically a test before I write part 2 of the café fic- Because im scared it won't be well and ya'll will be disappointed :D SO PLEASE GIVE ME FEEDBACK!!

[creeppostss]

this felt important but i needed you guys to know. i write ghostfrank. not only do i slip into creepypasta shit but i love dead by daylight.

i am literally begging you to come into my ask box and ask for actually anything. ghostfrank, creepypasta, x reader, whatever the fuck you want i don’t CARE just send me something please

my boyfriend is getting surgery in the morning and i’ll be needing something to distract myself, so genuinely fucking please send me things to write

my writing no - nos

not much. tbh. i really like writing everything.

scat is a no though. piss is on the table as is gore

very specific asks, i like vague questions so i can come up with stuff

more femme leaning readers (i’ll still do them!! just more hesitant :) i like AFAB ftm readers/characters though. in my mind, frank morrison is ftm <3)

any character that isn’t 18+ (ben drowned, sally, suzie (dbd) and lazari) i don’t age up characters sorry womp womp

sexual age regression (i’ll write agere! just sfw :) )

oc inserts (for now anyways) i’m always scared i’ll get the characterization of the oc wrong lmfao

anything i didn’t mention is on the table. yes, this includes (and is not limited to,) non-con / dub-con, gore, force, extremely dark situations, kidnapping, luring, hostage situations, public, shame, oshimori/piss, omegaverse, yandere, stalking, feet (even you guys can stay), humiliation and more

basically just give me gross

or not

i like fluff too

please send requests. i’m so bored. please.

[ciaossu-imagines]

Moving right along with the same fandom prompt, onto the very pretty and loved by the admin, Ikemen Revolution! Also, just a reminder that while I am working at getting back into the swing of things, the ask box is open and I fully welcome any opinions you guy have on things I post or fandoms I'm a part of, requests you have, or just comments and chatter with all you lovely readers!

Send me a fandom and I will name a character:

Who I will protect at all costs: Kyle. I surprised myself with this answer a little, thinking right away it was going to be Luka but seriously considering it led me to this answer pretty solidly. Honestly, Kyle is genuinely one of the nicest, most generous, and good-hearted characters in this whole game and I would protect him at all costs.

Who deserves better: Harr. He really got the bad end of the stick, in a lot of ways and for very little reasons. I get it plot wise but my heart broke for him a little every time I saw him on my screen.

Who was killed off too early: Honestly, any and all deaths were pretty plot-centric and needed for backstories and the plot and motivations for each character to really come together so I really can’t think of any senseless deaths for IkeRev or ones that I feel personally shouldn’t have happened.

Who I used to hate but now I love: Edgar. I’ll go further into this further down in the responses, but it’s Edgar and I am pretty sure most people who have played the game can guess why.

Who I used to love but now I hate: Okay, I am going to get some comments here maybe, and please keep in mind that this is just my personal opinion. I don’t even hate him; he’s perfectly okay. But Ray’s was the route I did right away, the character who fascinated me the most and who I initially found the most attractive…and his route is my least favourite one, by a very wide margin.

Who needs to be killed off asap: Nobody. Just make everyone happy and healthy and in good places in their lives, lock people up in jail who need to be, and don’t kill anybody. Please! My heart loves most of these people and character deaths would hit me hard.

Who is unfairly hated: I think the player character can get a lot of flack from some people. While she’s not my favourite otome game protagonist, she’s definitely not the worst and I genuinely think the writers did the best job they could, having to use her as mostly a pilot for the story to get told.

Who is unfairly loved: As with all the other answers to this question for all fandoms, I will say nobody. Everybody has their different tastes and I think it’s fair to love whichever characters catch your fancy!

Who needs to sort out their priorities: Amon. I really almost wish there’d been a route for him as well because I do feel like I personally would have loved to have dug more into what made him the way he is, what his motivations and desires were and why.

Who needs a hug: Zero. Zero needs a lot of hugs, a veritable lifetime of hugs.

Who needs to get out of their current relationship: I feel like Dalim. I haven’t played his route through yet, but just from the spoilers I’ve read and such, I really do wonder what his life would be like or what it would have become had he become acquainted with the Magic Tower.

Who the writers love: I really feel like Ray is really treated as something special, and I’m not knocking anyone who has him as their favourite among the IkeRev men because different strokes for different folks, but I honestly found his route a little boring and his character got stale for me.

Who needs a better storyline: Well, let’s state the obvious here. It’s Blanc. I WANT A BLANC ROUTE SO BAD!!!

Who has an amazing redemption arc: Oh fuck, did Edgar’s route have my emotions on a roller coaster. I really hadn’t been interested at all in playing his route and did it just to get it out of the way, but it truly is one of my all time favourite routes of any otome game.

Who is hot as fuck: It’s honestly a tie between Harr and Sirius for me. I truly love both Kyle and Luka too, but they’re more cute than hot and I am okay with that.

Who belongs in jail: I mean, quite obviously, it’s Amon. I don’t think there’s too many disagreements as to that fact.

Who needs to be revived from the dead: Giving an unexpected answer here…Lancelot’s father. And it’s not so much that I want him revived but that I wish he had never died. The plot of the story would never have happened and I make no argument that Lancelot is not fantastic in the role, but think of how much happier so many of the characters would have been in that case, particularly Lancelot.

[imagintheworldaway]

Crush

A/N idk kinda messy and long, not eddited just raw writing 

warnings: no? alcohol a little (a to cool for school reader?) 

REQUESTS: OPEN

It was so typical. I knew I couldn’t just go through life hating everyone, as much as i wish i could. No, I had to fall in love with one of those ‘influencer’ guys that had decided to grace this earth. I smiled to myself, this was so 10 things I hate about you style, stupid rom-com situation that ofcourse i would be stuck in. 

“Hey Y/N, you listening?” my boss snapped me out of my trance. I just hummed back a response as she carried on with the list of responsibilities and who was doing what today. “Y/N, you will be in the VIP lounge, so be happy for once” my boss assigned me my role, causing me to have to hold back my groan and refrain from rolling my eyes. I just gave my fakest smile possible and nodded. “Try, please, Y/N” my boss sighed before moving on to the others. 

Once we were all dismissed i went over to the customer information sheet and it was the same group that was here a week ago. I flicked through the pages and saw the name list. There it was, the man who had been clouding my fantasies, Harry Lewis. 

I felt a burning sensation over my cheeks as the rest of the sheet turned into a blur. The two words are just becoming bigger and bolder in my vision. “Fuck” i whispered to myself in a shaky breath. “What's wrong now Joy?” my colleague, Cass asked as she read my bashful expression. Joy wasn’t my name but a fun little nickname that everyone called me because i was always so miserable, i know, peak humour. “Nothing,” I snapped back taking the sheet and walking over to the VIP bar, making sure everything was set up and ready. 

I took a nervous breath as I looked at my watch. The last time they were here it was a birthday or something and Harry. As soon as he walked through the door i felt time stop as his eyes locked with mine and a cheeky smile graced his features. I had never had such a strong reaction to anyone before and the fact that he had such a hold on me and i had never had as much as a conversation with him really said something. Ever since then he had crowded my mind, his ocean blue eyes boring a hole in my soul and his laugh echoing in my ears. I knew he was famous, I mean they had to be to afford a VIP suit here, but I also knew he was a famous influencer. Meaning he probably had swarms of girls and probably boys my age all fawning over him. 

A loud noise bought me out of my reminiscing and I plastered on my fake smile whilst checking myself once more in the mirror i kept under the bar. “And this is you guys have fun” my boss said sending me a pointed look as he let the group take up the room. “Hey there I’m Joy and I will be looking after you this evening” I smiled at the group. Yes, I use my nickname with customers, less stalking that way. 

A chorus of hellos greeted me, they had been here before so it wasn’t long before they settled down with a glass of complimentary champagne and started minding their own business. 

I was organising some bottles, pretending to look busy when i heard that voice. “Hey” my breath hitched in my throat and i composed myself, a genuine smile gracing my features for once as i turned around and met the gaze of Mr Lewis. “How can I help?” I asked sweetly, batting my eyelashes. “Um 8 shots of tequila” The man in front of me smiled. I took a moment before I nodded and started on the drinks order.  

The chatter from the rest of the group filled my senses as I bought over a tray of the drinks. I had to suppress my smile when I heard his laugh, not wanting anyone to find out about my little crush. 

The night carried on with laughter and a strong flow of drinks from the men. Dipping in and out and more people joining the party and extending the fun. At some point my manager had sent up Cass to help me with the influx of customers that were now my responsibility. We were polishing glasses as it had now hit 3 am and the part had started to die down and move on. “It’s so funny seeing you actually like someone,” Cass said, causing me to whip my head round and send her a death glare, causing her just to giggle. “I have no idea what you’re talking about” I said in my own defence, putting away the shot glasses. “Oh really?” Cass started, turning her body towards me, boasting a cocky smile. “I have never seen you stumble over your words, pink cheeks and an actual genuine smile, that cool ‘i don’t care persona’ completely disappearing as soon as he is in eye line.” She smirked at me while putting away some champagne flutes. 

I just bit my tongue and bared my way through the final hour of my shift, being teased and ridiculed by Cass for my little crush the whole time. The rest of the shift flew by and we were almost finished, just waiting on the last three boys to leave, which included my little crush. “You are amazing thank you” a taller boy, Cal I think, said as he engulfed me in a hug, being the least drunk of the three boys. I smiled politely as his arm hung around my shoulders. “Ay ay ay, Cal. Man. I wouldn’t do that, boggy will get jealous” the other man said, Ethan i think. I felt a warm blush creep onto my cheeks as Harry's head looked over at the mention of his name. 

“Yh, Cal, Arms off” Harry slurred engulfing me in a hug and boasting a cocky smile as he resumed Cal's position around my shoulders. “Ok, Joy, What is your insta?” Ethan asked, his phone in his hands as he looked for the app on his phone. “I’m not really allowed,” I said trailing off a hint of sadness in my voice. “C’mon no ones looking,” Ethan urged as he moved his phone closer to me. I looked over at Cass biting my lip, she was too preoccupied with organising the bottles, and this will probably be my only chance. “Ok,” I said, taking Ethans phone and typing in my @. “We have done it boys” Ethan cheered earning a hollar from Cal and a shy smile from Harry. “I am sure we will be seeing you again” Cal said as the boys finally said their goodbyes. 

“So when you become rich and famous for dating an influencer, don't forget me?” Cass quipped as we finished work and walked out on to the street just causing me to roll my eyes. “Nothing will happen,” I said, a slightly twang of sadness lacing my voice. “Whatever, see you next week” Cass bid her farewells as we parted ways. 

It was a normal day, I was just making my bed when my phone went off. I walked over and saw @wroetoshaw has sent you a message request. I almost dropped my phone as i tapped the notification and read the message that he had actually sent me. 

‘Hey Joy, well i guess that isn’t your name, no wonder i couldn’t find you the first time. Sorry about last night, we had a bit too much. Would actually like to go out sometime if you're up to it?’ 

I stood there gawking at my phone as I read and re-read the message a million times. I sat on my bed crossed legged as I thought out my reply.

‘Hey, yeah it is just a silly nickname. I would love to!’ 

I replied biting my lip. I never care how I message people but this was different. I decided to carry on with my chores to try and distract myself from this funny feeling in my chest. Not even five minutes later my phone went off again and I pressed on the notification. 

‘Haha good, glad i didn’t embarrass myself too much! How about dinner on wednesday?’ 

The message read. 

‘Sounds good’ 

Was all I replied confirming my date with Harry Lewis. 

The next few days Harry and I messaged as if we were old friends. Conversation was just easy. I learnt about him and he seemed genuinely interested in me. We joked and there was never a dull moment. I had never fallen for anyone before and here I was smiling at my screen like a schoolgirl. Awaiting every next message, anxiety building in my chest when he doesn’t reply for a while, thinking what if he had grown bored of me? Only for those thoughts to vanish when a light came on my screen indicating that little notification had appeared. 

I sat in my Uber nervously. I had dressed up a lot more than usual as Harry had decided on a restaurant i had never even heard of before, meaning it was probably fancy. The car stopped and I got out. Harry was already waiting for me. “You look, just wow” he said as he greeted me, causing me to smile. “Thanks, I thought I would put in a little effort,” I giggled as we made our way into the restaurant. 

The date went so quickly. We couldn’t stop laughing and giggling and it was just the best time I had had in a while. We made our way outside and started walking just about anywhere to keep the date going. We made our way across one of the many bridges of London, our hands interlaced as the cool breeze of the English summer brushed past us. 

“I never thought I could fall for someone, especially not someone like you.” I admitted bashfully. Turning my body towards Harry as we stopped and looked at the view from the bridge. He furrowed his eyebrows for a second as his eyes met mine “How come?” he asked, genuine curiosity behind his eyes as he searched mine for answers. A soft smile graced my lips. “Because you’re you,” I said unlinking our hands and gesturing to him. He was a rich and famous man, I was just a normal bar maid, sure i knew i liked him but to have strong feelings so soon felt so unnatural to me. “Is that so bad?” he said with a cocky grin now adorning his features. “Oh you have no idea,” I said suppressing my smirk. 

[ptergwen]

4 times peter loved you and 1 time he said it

warnings: angst, swearing, and flash being a dickwad (love him tho)

a/n: i wasn’t sure if i would ever finish this bc i started in march? and gave up but i really like the concept so i made myself get back into it and AHH i’m really happy with how it turned out! fingers crossed y’all like too ahaha. also this is unrelated but send me requests!

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to say you and peter were each other’s missing halves would be an absolute understatement. there wasn’t a secret you didn’t share, an inside joke you didn’t have, a text or call left unanswered, or a second you weren’t on the other’s mind.

it had been like that since your first day of freshman year. you took the seat next to peter in first period spanish, and the rest was history.

peter knew you better than you knew yourself. as cheesy as it sounded, it was true. he could guess what you were going to order at a restaurant before you picked up the menu. if you had a bad day, he’d come over to your place with tissues and hugs, without you having to ask. he knew all the little things.

you? you were a peter parker encyclopedia. you watched all his favorite movies so he could rant to you about them, and you’d actually understand what he was saying. whenever he felt overwhelmed by his chaotic life, you found a way to calm him.

you two were soulmates in best friend form.

best friends, nothing more.

♡ 1.

you had an arm around peter’s neck as you picked at some fruit on his lunch tray. his head was resting comfortably against your cheek, whole body leaning on you. impromtu cuddle sessions weren’t unusual for the two of you. they worked in both of your favors. peter was your own personal heater, and you were just really comfortable to nap on, in his opinion.

“are you gonna eat all my grapes? i was looking forward to those,” peter whined, taking one out of your hand. “are you gonna keep using me as a pillow?” you challenged. he responded by moving his head to your shoulder and chewing. “then, yes. i am gonna eat all your grapes.”

“you know what two people who share food are?” ned chimed in from across the cafeteria table. already knowing what he was implying, you sighed. “what, ned?” he cupped his hand over his mouth like he was about to spill the world’s biggest secret. “a couple.”

it wouldn’t be a regular day without ned trying to play matchmaker for you and peter. the idea made peter scoff. “leave us alone, man. that doesn’t even make sense.” “yes it does!” ned nudged mj for backup. she only raised her hands in defense. it was always a hard pass from her on getting involved in these types of things, unless she found a reason to.

“really? how?” you grabbed peter’s milk and took a sip just for the hell of it. he chuckled at that, forgetting he was supposed to be annoyed with you. a bit of milk dripped down your chin in the process. “oops,” you grimaced at yourself and licked it away.

something about the whole thing made peter’s heart clench. it was so... you were so... cute. cute was definitely the word he was looking for. wait, what? that was new. peter had always thought you were pretty and all, but he’d never found himself endeared like this over such a little thing you did. or had he? no. nope. it was ned’s stupid theory messing with him. that was all.

“y/n, dude, everyone knows it’s a thing. like, why else would someone give up their whole lunch? it’s flirting,” ned interrupted peter’s sudden thoughts about your cuteness. the smug look on his face made you want to throw the tray at him.

before you even joined their friend group, ned was on a mission to set the two of you up. peter described you to him and mj as “the actual sweetest girl ever. she makes me laugh a lot. you guys gotta meet her.” mj obviously ‘tsked’ at him, but a light bulb went off in ned’s head. peter was crushing. he just didn’t know it yet.

part of how you and peter got so close was that ned and mj used to back out of group plans. you’d end up hanging out alone most of the time. of course, it was ned’s idea. a successful idea, yes, but neither of you understood the obsession. apparently it was a guy in the chair’s duty to be a good wingman, and you should leave it to him. whatever that meant.

“if i remember correctly, you and your mom went halfsies on a piece of cake at your birthday party last year. what are you trying to tell us, leeds?” mj asked with a smirk. you and peter looked at each other and burst into laughter, ned’s mouth hanging open. the girl could really get someone when she wanted to.

“shut up, you guys! that’s different!” “so is y/n stealing my food and you calling it sharing,” peter made a point of saying more to you than ned. despite his words, he pushed the tray over to you. it was basically yours, anyway.

you thanked him with a pat on his cheek and popped more grapes into your mouth. in that moment, peter decided he’d get you all the grapes in the world if he could. jeez, he seriously needed to reel it in.

ned was only going to keep going now. “see that? peter’s such a sweet boyfriend. isn’t he, y/n?” he cooed and clasped his hands under his chin. you didn’t have the chance to change the topic before flash appeared at your table. he’d probably overheard your conversation. “penis parker is somebody’s boyfriend? good one.”

feeling peter tense up next to you, you put a hand on his shoulder to let him know you were there. you’d been in too many of these situations. the way flash talked to peter pissed you off in ways you didn’t think were possible. he was fine with everybody else, so why did he choose to pick on him? peter was the least deserving person of having to put up with it from anyone.

“just ignore him, okay? he’ll get bored and leave. works every time,” you reminded peter. too uneasy to say anything, he reached back and put his hand on top of yours. he tried to focus on how nice your touch felt instead of the fact that he was about to be humiliated by flash yet again.

“peter could totally get a girlfriend! he has, like, tons of girls after him,” ned attempted to back peter up, pleased with himself. groaning, peter put his head down on the table. he couldn’t bare to watch his friend destroy what was left of his social life. “you’re really pushing this now. stop talking,” mj warned in a whisper yell to ned. that didn’t stop flash from hearing her.

“she’s right. even parker agrees! look at him,” he snickered at peter’s embarrassed state. you’d had more than enough of him at that point. screw the silence. it wasn’t going to cut it for this one. while wingman ned was still making up stories, you tapped peter’s shoulder to find out how he was doing. his head remained down.

“you okay? want me to say something?” “i’m used to it, and no. i don’t wanna make you deal with him.” peter hated putting his issues on other people, but you couldn’t stand another second of listening to the things flash was saying. you cut into an argument between him and ned about peter’s body count. like his was any higher.

“fuck off, flash!” he stopped in the middle of his sentence. “huh?” “i said fuck off. anyone would be so lucky to date peter. you’re probably salty at him all the time because it’ll never be you,” you finally snapped. his tough guy persona faltered for a few seconds at your words, ned and mj taking the opportunity to high five you for telling him off.

peter was glad his head was still down because his cheeks were pinker than he’d like to admit. did you really mean that? would you be lucky to date him, too?

“what are you, president of the parker protection squad? or are you two a thing?” flash quickly recovered. there he went trying to get the last word in. the embarrassment for peter if you denied it was exactly what he wanted, but you weren’t letting him have it.

“ask me again some other time.” you plastered on a shit-eating grin and waved goodbye. unsatisfied with your answer, flash huffed his way back to his own table. after he was gone, peter looked up at you with something you’d never seen before twinkling in his eyes.

“thank you, y/n. you really didn’t have to say all of that.” “oh, no. don’t thank me. i‘d do it for you anytime. i am president of the parker protection squad, after all.” your fake smile turned into a genuine one for him. peter couldn’t help but mirror it.

his was heart doing that thing again. he guessed it was because he loved you so much, but this love felt different somehow. it wasn’t the friend kind of love he’d had for you all those years.

it was the kind of love he saw in the rom coms you made him watch when you got to pick for movie night. cupid’s love was the official name for it. when he put two and two together, the realization smacked him straight in the face. ned was right.

peter was starting to fall in love with you, and there was no way he could stop.

♡ 2.

peter was a workaholic. patrolaholic to be exact, especially when he had a reason. he’d sometimes find himself in a cycle of getting home late and going out early for days on end. he’d gotten used to the sleep deprivation. his grumbling stomach from missing meals wasn’t too big of a deal either. not when he had a city to save.

it was also a good distraction from everything else going on in his life. man, did he need a distraction. after peter came to terms with the fact that he loved loved his best friend, he narrowed it down to two options; telling you about his feelings or taking them to his grave. since the city was so busy, he was thankful he could throw himself into patrolling and not decide just yet.

may would usually only allow peter to patrol on weekends. school existed, and he had to take breaks. peter really wanted to help out more, so he proposed an idea that could potentially let him up it to the full seven days. he had to make it home in one piece every night for a trial week. that would prove to may he could handle it.

ignoring his black eye on tuesday and limp on thursday, it worked out. peter was positive he could finish off the week just fine. may didn’t have the same optimism. she decided that so much as a scratch on friday and it was strike three. friday came, and peter had impressively managed to end the day, like he thought, just fine.

he did one last swing around the neighborhood he was in, then started heading back to queens to gloat to may. on his way, he remembered he had to text you goodnight. he was bound by a pinky swear to you that he would do it every time he finished patrolling.

peter being spider-man was something you figured out only a few months after he got his powers. he technically exposed himself, and you pieced everything together. it all happened when spider-man offered to walk you home from school one day.

the way he rubbed the back of his neck while asking was a nervous habit that was oddly familiar, and urged you to say yes. you also thought it was strange how even though he didn’t ask for your address, he somehow knew where he was taking you. then again, he was spider-man. it was his job to know new york city and the people living in it.

you came to the conclusion you were making things up until he was about to leave. he walked you to the door of your apartment building and said, “stay safe, squirt.” nobody called you that besides peter. he came up with it because he had recently grown a few inches taller and could finally give you hell for being the short one.

needless to say, peter didn’t take off like he was intending to. he realized his slip up as soon as the nickname came out of his mouth. you brought him upstairs and had a long afternoon of questioning, explanations, and making promises.

peter typed out a message telling you he was fine and to go to sleep. as he was about to hit send, he swung too low and smacked his head right into a traffic light. that was what he got for texting while swinging. he could imagine mj giving him one of her famous safety lectures already, but that wasn’t first on his list of worries. he had a throbbing head and may’s third strike to deal with.

crap, may couldn’t know about this. she’d ban him from patrolling probably forever. going home was out of the question, but peter was in desperate need of an ice pack. there was already a bump forming from where the light hit him. his next choice would be to go to happy, only he couldn’t do that because he‘d tell may.

peter’s hands worked faster than his brain, and he started swinging over to your apartment. the overthinking began soon after. nobody wants to deal with a surprise appearance from their possibly concussed friend at 2 a.m. besides, what would he say? he’d barely seen you all week. it wasn’t fair to you, but it was too late to turn back.

peter landed on the sidewalk with an “oof” and crawled up the wall of your building. when he reached your window, he knocked in the same rhythm that he always did. no answer. he knocked louder. no answer again.

seeing as he had no other option, peter had to let himself in. he pushed on your window to see if it was unlocked. thank god it slid up then, but he made a mental note to remind you about keeping it locked another time. he climbed through the window with as little noise as possible so your family wouldn’t hear.

after navigating in the dark, peter pulled off his mask by the side of your bed. he instantly melted at the sight of you. your face was squished into your pillow, hair sprawled everywhere. you’d must have fallen asleep waiting for his text because you were holding your phone. peter was sure he’d never seen something so adorable.

he let himself stand there and watch the peaceful rise and fall of your chest. the bump on his head was no longer a priority. peter was utterly and completely entranced with you. god, why was he acting like this? oh, right. he was secretly in love with you.

before peter could help himself, he brushed some hair that had fallen into your eyes away with his fingers. you squirmed in your sleep, peter pulling his hand back. he was such an idiot sometimes. your eyes fluttered open and landed on him.

“peter? ‘s that you?” you squinted to see in the darkness of your room. he moved closer. your legs dangled over the bed as you slowly sat up. “yeah, it’s me. sorry to wake you.” he went to scratch his head out of nerves, but stopped when he remembered it really freaking hurt right there.

“‘s okay. i was hoping you’d come over soon. missed you all week.” you frowned at the red and blue clad boy in front of you. except for school, you hadn’t seen peter the past few days. “lots of crime to fight lately?” “missed you more, and yeah. been kicking lots of asses.” the awkwardness peter was imaging faded away when he plopped down next to you on your bed.

“how’s your eye doing? and the limp?” you turned his head towards you by his chin. he exhaled in relief. “getting better, i think. now that we’re talking about injuries...” the sleepiness was knocked out of you. you all but leapt to your feet and turned on the lamp by your bed. peter had a feeling you’d slightly freak.

“we’ve been making small talk and you’re hurt? what happened, peter?” “i-i sort of, um, i was texting you and swung into a traffic light.” “oh my god, where?” he pointed at his forehead with a weak smile. surely enough, there was a big bump. you gasped. “please don’t be mad at me.” “i’m not mad at you. just feel bad it was kinda my fault. do you think you have a concussion?”

you weren’t sure what to do beyond the mostly useless first aid videos they played in gym class. being an avenger, peter had had his share of experience with wounds. whenever he came to you hurt, he talked you through how to help him. the most you’d ever dealt with was a few particularly deep cuts. this was not the same.

“i‘m not sure. you could try that finger thing?” he suggested. you crouched down in front of him. “good idea. let’s do that.” as you waved your index finger back and forth and peter’s eyes followed it seemingly well, his mind was elsewhere. he was thinking about crawling into bed with you and sleeping in your arms.

“well, you passed or whatever they say. i’m pretty sure you don’t have a concussion. you’ll heal fast because of... you know.” you stood up and mimicked the way he shoots his webs. peter chuckled quietly. your thumb ran lightly over his bump, making him wince. “how bad does it feel?” “on a scale from one to ten it’s, like, a five and a half.”

although not what you wanted to hear, it was manageable. you hoped so, at least. “i’m gonna go get some stuff. change into comfortable clothes.” “yes, doctor y/n.” peter saluted you. you were happy to see he still felt up to joking around. biting your lip to hold back a smile, you made your way to the kitchen.

peter searched through the spare clothes he’d left here over the years. there were so many, you had to give him a drawer. he changed into pajama pants and a t-shirt, then sat back down criss cross on your bed.

you came in shortly after with a water bottle, two advil, and an ice pack wrapped in a towel. “i was kidding about the whole doctor thing, you know.” “too bad.” you handed him the advil and water. “take these. they’ll help until your magic healing powers kick in.” peter took the pills while you pressed the ice pack to his bump. he took it from you when he was finished.

“is that any better?” “much better. i’m all good. i should probably go soon.” he mumbled, not meaning it but also not wanting to overstay his welcome. you’d already done so much for him. you stopped him from getting up by putting a hand on his chest.

“what? you already changed, and i’m not sending you home to get killed by may. just stay.” “are you sure? i don’t wanna bother you anymore. it was annoying for me to come here so late in the first place.”

a frown set on your face. “peter, don’t you remember my promise?” there was a beat of silence while he thought about it. “that you’d help out with spidey stuff?” “however and whenever i can. i don’t know what made you think differently just now, but nothing’s gonna change that. doesn’t matter if it’s the middle of the night or early in the morning. i’m always here.”

only you could reassure him just like that. peter was really lucky to have you. really, really lucky.

“right. you’re right. sorry for... whatever that was.” “you apologize too much.” you poked his chest to punctuate your statement and switched the light off. “sorry for that, too,” he teased, wanting a reaction from you. “peter benjamin parker, just get in the bed.” “yes, ma’am.” that was enough before you changed your mind and threw him out.

you rolled to lay on the other side of peter. still pressing the ice pack to his head, he laid down next to you. it didn’t take long for both of you to be settled under the covers. “try not to bang into the wall or something,” you joked and pulled your comforter up to your chin.

peter puffed some air out of his cheeks, tugging more of it back. “you can’t be mean and hog the blanket.” “it’s my bed, so i actually can. i’ll hog everything.”

to prove your point, you moved over to peter until there was no room between you. both of you knew it was an excuse to cuddle. he wasn’t mad about it at all. peter opened an arm for you. you curled into his side, letting him hold you close. his whole body relaxed as you hugged him against you. “goodnight, spidey.” “night, squirt.”

♡ 3.

“what does that cloud look like to you?” you pointed up at the sky. peter’s eyes darted around as he tried to find exactly which one you were talking about. there were a lot of them, in his defense. you made a big circle with your finger around the cloud in question.

“the really curvy one. right there.” “kinda looks like a tiger. can we keep walking now?” peter tugged your arm linked in his in an attempt to move you from the spot you’d randomly stopped in. he made a whiny noise when you didn’t budge.

“i think it looks more like a horse, and no. why are you in such a rush?” furrowing your brows at him, you tightened your grip on his arm. “because some people don’t like cloud watching, grandma.” “i only asked you about one! i’m just... trying to get the most out of today.”

with college around the corner, you and peter both had a lot to do and a little bit of time to get it done. your only hangouts had become some shared extracurriculars and weekly study group with your other friends. trying to binge watch your shows together on facetime hadn’t been easy, for one thing. you fumbled to keep your phone up more than you payed attention.

on a more serious note, being apart sucked majorly. it was going to be this times a million when you would inevitably have to split up in a few months. thinking about it for too long usually made you cry.

peter was struggling in other ways. his more than a friend feelings for you were only getting stronger. having all that love and not being able to give it to you was hurting like hell, and he had to just pack everything up and act normal during the rare moments you were together. you were both going through it.

this was the first sunday in what felt like forever that you and peter were both free. you decided that the nice weather called for a meetup at central park. so, there you were, arm in arm on your afternoon stroll.

“don’t say it like that, y/n. you’re making me sad.” peter let out a breath as you rested your head on his shoulder. “that was the point.” you started walking again, peter following next to you. he kicked at pebbles while you smiled up at him. that made him smile at his feet. you were getting really good at making him flustered.

“so, did you finish that pre calc packet?” peter asked to distract himself. you lifted your head off his shoulder with a groan. “peter, we’re not talking about school for once. let’s talk about literally anything else.” “like what?” you were about to make a suggestion, but something caught your attention.

you raced over to a swingset, dragging peter along with you before he could realize where you were taking him. you stopped in front of it and threw your hands up to present it to him. he let out a breathy laugh. “when was the last time you went on one of these?” you asked, taking peter’s arm again. peter shook his head. “way too long ago.”

with a smile, you walked him over and took a seat on one of the swings. peter sat on the one next to you. you spun around in a circle to see how much you could twist the chains, peter laughing. “y/n, what are you doing?” “having fun. you should try it sometime.” he backed up to get himself started and grabbed his own chains. “i do have fun. it’s just not in the ways you think.”

you untwisted yourself to watch peter. “so, how?” “well,” he started going higher, “i like learning about stuff, even the things we have to in school.” “everybody knows that. that’s the first thing i thought of.” you did know everything possible about him.

everything except his new feelings for you, but this wasn’t the time for him to blurt that out. he was still figuring out when or if he should.

“guess i’m not gonna say i like movies, either.” “singing?” you were swinging next to him, turning it into an unspoken competiton for who could get the highest. peter slowed down a bit since he’d had a head start. “i suck. the only person who’s allowed to hear me is you.”

“it’s possible to suck at something and still enjoy it.” the breeze blew your hair around, peter seeing it from the corner of his eye. he’d always loved how carefree you were around him. it rubbed off.

“remind me to force you to do karaoke one day.” “you’re so annoying.” that motivated you to kick off harder on the ground. peter huffed and tried to catch up to you. “don’t be mean to your only source of fun.” if that wasn’t true, he would’ve came up with a comeback.

the only time peter remembered to relax was when he was with you. it was usually because you reminded him. he skidded to a stop on the swing and looked up at you.

“why’d you let me win? was that too mean?” you looked over your shoulder. “nah, i just got tired.” “oh. we can do something else now. catch me?” “sure,” peter chuckled and got off the swing. he stood in front of you on the grass and waited for you to get lower. you clenched your teeth into a nervous smile.

“ready?” “ready.” swinging towards him, you jumped off and expected to land in his arms. you ended up completely on top of him instead.

the wind was knocked out of both of you, but peter had it worse because he broke your fall. your hands were on his shoulders and one of his was around your lower back. neither of you realized the position you were in. you were too busy trying to breathe again.

“god, that hurt.” “my bad,” peter mumbled. in any other circumstance, he wouldn’t be complaining about this. “i should’ve warned you or something,” you dismissed him.

you were still hovering over peter, your lips dangerously close to his. he could’ve sworn they almost touched. that was when you got off of him. he only forced out a laugh. nothing ever went his way. you offered him a hand, oblivious to his inner conflict. peter took it and pulled himself up, falling into step next to you as you headed to another path.

that could’ve been a chance to make some sort of move, and he blew it.

♡ 4.

it hadn’t been easy for peter to move on from that day. his mind kept replaying the split second you almost kissed on an endless loop, and all he could do was come up with what he should’ve done in the moment.

things were getting to a point where he had no clue how to act around you. being your friend was hard, but becoming your boyfriend would be that much harder. his stupid feelings put him in an awkward place, and he was afraid you were starting to realize. he couldn’t lose you altogether.

you asked peter to meet you for coffee after school. it was this small place in between your apartments you’d both been to once before. they had really good cookies and an overall cozy feeling you liked. peter wasn’t sure what this was all about.

were you going to confront him? did ned say something? maybe it was a mistake to confide in his most gossipy friend about how he felt.

with a headache from stress and a heavy backpack hanging off his shoulders, peter walked into the café. he spotted you at a table near the window. you’d already taken the liberty of ordering, two drinks and a chocolate chip cookie waiting there. you looked up from your phone when peter pulled a chair out.

“hi.” you gave him a small smile and put your phone down. “i already got everything.” peter shrugged off his backpack with a grin. he sat down facing you. “thanks. sorry i’m kinda late. i had to stop at my locker.” you usually met him there. come to think of it, why hadn’t you today? you pushed peter’s drink over to him. “you’re fine. i came here early to get us a table, anyway.” phew.

peter bent the straw to his iced macchiato and took a sip. it made him feel grown up, casually drinking coffee with you over a boring conversation. adult life must’ve sucked. “so, how was the rest of your day?” he asked to fill the silence. you only had two classes without him after lunch, so that was a dumb question. he’d never had so much trouble talking to you.

“eh. betty fell asleep on me during this cold war documentary we had to watch.” “didn’t she say american history is her favorite?” you broke off a piece of the cookie with a laugh. “not after that. what about your day?” the light from the window was shining directly on you, blocking out everything else from peter’s view. he wanted to tell you how beautiful you were so bad, but that would be creepy.

you took a bite of your cookie and raised an eyebrow. he was staring. “uh, nothing interesting. i’m gonna patrol a little bit later.” peter sipped his drink again. you clicked your tongue and let out a breath. “that’s all you do these days.” he knew you were catching on to how off he’d been. what was he supposed to say? it would’ve helped if he’d prepared a few excuses.

“just trying to help out while i’m still here.” that was a half truth. “yeah, but you should still take some time for yourself.” you ripped open your straw wrapper and blew it at peter. he caught it just before it hit his face. rolling your eyes, you put the straw into your drink. “i hate your reflexes sometimes.” he shrugged one of his shoulders casually. “jealousy is a disease.”

neither of you said anything for a few minutes. you stared out the window while peter finished the rest of the cookie. he could tell something was on your mind. whenever you were deep in your thoughts, you sort of zoned out like this.

he was too nervous to ask you what was wrong because of the conversation you just had. it sounded like you had already considered he was being distant before today. his feelings aside, he needed to reassure you. that was more important.

“y/n?” you turned your head to look at him. “yeah?” peter’s gaze shifted from you to his thumbs twiddling in his lap. “i know we’ve both been really... busy lately, but i’m still here. don’t forget that.” a hint of a smile played on your lips. you would’ve hugged him if you could reach. “thank you, peter. i kinda needed to hear that.” he nudged your leg under the table. “of course. hey, you wanna come with me tonight?”

a couple of hours later, you were in peter’s arms on a rooftop that was much higher up than it looked. he insisted on taking you for a swing so you could get the full experience. he’d been trying to get you to do this for the longest time, so he wondered what made you agree today. you wanted to find out what was so enjoyable about it.

“i trust you, but you’re not gonna drop me, right?” your legs were around his waist, and he had one hand supporting you by your back. that wasn’t terrifying at all. you grabbed peter’s shoulders, the idea of it making you nervous. he wrapped his arm tighter around you.

“oh my god, no. i can always web you back up.” “peter! that’s not funny.” even behind the mask, you could tell he was smirking. “you’re always safe with me, squirt. don’t worry.” you brought your arms up to loop around his neck.

“i feel better now.” “good. i’m gonna jump when we get to the edge, okay?“ your whole body stiffened up. peter could sense it. as excited as he was to share this with you, he didn’t want to make you feel pressured. “or we don’t have to do it.” his voice was quiet. you tried to relax in his hold. “i’m just gonna close my eyes. i think that’ll help.” “we’re about to find out.”

peter started walking towards the edge of the building with you holding on even tighter to him, your eyes squeezed shut. he kept finding himself in situations where he was close to you in the ways he’d been wishing for, but never for the same reasons. it was bittersweet.

he bit down on his lip and aimed his free hand at a building. you squealed when he leaned back. “i’m jumping now,” he prepared you, and before you could respond, you were in the air. you hid your face in peter’s chest the second you felt yourself pretty much flying.

“what the fuck, you like this?” you had to yell so he could hear you. peter shot another web to keep swinging. “it’s really not that bad! try looking up!” he shouted back, clearly amused.

grip tightening around his neck, you slowly pulled your face away from him. he kept you close as he swung. you somehow convinced yourself you weren’t going to die by looking at something besides peter. your eyes landed on the sky behind his head.

the sun was almost completely set, deep pink and orange merging together against the glowing lights of the city. you were finally understanding why he liked this so much. it was beautiful.

peter peeked at you for a second to check on you. he swore his heart was going to explode out of his chest. the look of adoration on your face, it was even better than the view. it was the view. the little moments where peter got to see you this way made him realize how in love with you he really was.

“this is... wow. i get it now,” you laughed in disbelief, watching as the city whirled past you. peter smiled so big it hurt. “pretty awesome, huh?” one of your hands slid back down to his shoulder. “take me with you more often.”

♡ 5.

peter licked his lips out of habit as he held the door open for may, who was following behind him with a look of pride. he was about to graduate high school. the ceremony was being held in a really nice stadium-like place. trying to find it added minutes on to the parker tradition of being late to everything important.

peter wasn’t as concerned with his tardiness as he was with finding you.

while he tossed and turned in bed the night before, he went over his whole school year in his head. that meant little things and big things. he was starting to drift off until he remembered a conversation with ned a few weeks back. they decided on a deadline for peter to tell you about his feelings, and it was before graduation.

they chose it because if peter got rejected, he’d be over it by the time college started. that was the goal.

it wasn’t that peter had changed his mind. it was that he completely forgot. he didn’t have a solid plan for what he should do. these things needed to be decided way in advance. he ended up pulling something together last minute because it was you. plus, this extra pressure gave him the push to go through with it. somewhere between steps seven and eight, he passed out.

may rushed him to get ready because he’d slept past his alarm. the whole morning was a mess, and he had at most fifteen minutes to confess his love to you by the time he got there.

“you should go make sure you’re marked here. i’ll see you after. love you.” may pressed a kiss to his cheek and half-jogged to the auditorium for a seat. he squeezed her arm and headed off to check in. your whole grade was already lined up along the walls for what looked like miles. the deal was to tell you before graduation. he still had about ten minutes.

peter walked past hundreds of students with his heartbeat thumping in his ears. everyone was in alphabetical order, so it didn’t take too long to find you. relief washed over you when you saw peter. you were worried he wouldn’t show up at all. his cap was in his hand, hair getting tangled from running his fingers through it. he looked at you with pleading eyes.

“finally, i’ve been trying to call you all morning. where were you?” your tone was dripping with concern. “i overslept. there’s something i gotta tell you, y/n.” he gulped. you smiled in a way that was kind of pitying. “we’re about to start going inside. i- you have to wait, pete. go get lined up.”

this wasn’t how it was going to end. not again.

he looked around to see who was watching, then he grabbed your wrist. “peter, what are you-“ “just come with me really quick.” despite yourself, you let him lead you down the hallway. you dodged a couple of teachers having a conversation and went into a bathroom that was vacant by some chance. he let go of you after the door shut. you stood behind it while he walked over to a sink.

it was making you anxious to not be out there. you could be late. peter was the same way when it came to school, so you knew this had to be pretty serious. you gave up the battle with yourself and made your way over to him. he was looking at himself in the mirror, trying to get a stray curl back in place.

“let me help.” you stood next to him. he turned to face you, that same look of urgency still in his eyes. you used two fingers to brush through his hair. there was so much gel that it was wet enough to mess with. you smiled a bit and took your hand out of his hair. his hand was gripping the sink.

“you look good, pete. you smell good, too.” “so do you.” his voice was lower than usual. you flattened out the material of your blue gown. “thanks. so, talk to me. what’s up?”

the question was so simple, but way too many answers were running through peter’s brain. he wasn’t even sure he’d have enough time to explain everything now. this was why he needed a written out and carefully crafted plan.

but, like he said to himself last night, this was you. his best friend in the entire world and any other that might exist. the person who’s been there for his most embarrassing moments, and who’s been responsible for some of his best ones. if he couldn’t finally say the three words he’d said to you so many times before, what was the point?

his fingers drummed a steady rhythm while he mustered up the last remaining bit of courage in him. you watched him expectantly, waiting for him to say something. “just, um...” he was stalling. he pulled his hand off the sink. “i... love you.” peter only glanced at you for a second, too afraid to see your reaction. “i love you, too. is everything okay?” his heart sank. you thought he meant it in the friend way.

that was what he got for being so terrible with words.

“no, y/n. not like that.” he blurted. you were lost. peter pressed his back against the wall and sat down. confused and equally worried, you sat next to him on the floor. “then what do you mean? you’re scaring me.” he checked the watch may made him wear to see how much time was left before graduation. four minutes. he really should’ve woken up on time.

“we have to get back in line soon. i don’t wanna miss-“ “i love you, y/n. i’m in love with you.” a weight that had been on peter’s chest for months was lifted just by saying it. you squinted your eyes at him, but said nothing.

“i’ve been trying to tell you for a while, and it’s okay if you don’t feel the same. i just had to say it.” “fuck, are you serious?” you sounded what peter could only describe as disappointed. yeah, it was unrequited. here came a summer of crying. “i was gonna tell you first.”

peter’s breath hitched in his throat, and he swore you could hear it. he was so sleep deprived that it felt like he was hallucinating. you shook your head as heat came to your cheeks.

“how long have you...” peter trailed off, an eye crinkling smile interrupting him. “that day we went for coffee. something clicked, so i thought for a while and figured it out. i think i’ve loved you for a really long time.”

you inched closer to peter, just barely resting your head on his shoulder. for once, you felt like the shy one. he put his hand on top of yours. his thumb traced over each of your fingers. “i’d ask you out, but you know. we don’t really have time.”

“peter, it won’t take that long.” you giggled. he squeezed your hand in his. “hm. y/n, would you wanna go out with me after this?” you thought about teasing him for it, but he was right. you had to go. that was the friend still in you. “i’d love to go out with you, peter.”

with that, you both jumped to your feet and ran out of the bathroom. you were still holding hands, and a few classmates made faces when you rushed past them to get to your spots. you exchanged one last smile with peter before lining up.

the person in front of you said everybody was looking for you two. honestly, you didn’t care all that much. you were too excited for your date later. peter already knew he’d be checking his watch throughout the whole ceremony.

it was a best friend and soulmate thing.

[cosmiclatte28]

Walk You Home (Jeno x reader) angst

A/n : hey. Yeah sorry for the long disappearance. Here is a story that even happened in my dream.

For you @yutahoes for the request on June lmao took me a month, but I hope this is okay

Pairing : Jeno x you + Jaemin

wc : 2415!!

Trigger warning : dead character, supernatural incidents, the ghost is lurking, language

i hope this is good enough

@yutahoes @neopalette @supermwritersnet @multifandomnet

He still remembers the accident in the back of his mind. It haunts Jeno every night how he sees his best friend laying on the emergency bed with a bleeding head and a pair of eyes that lose focus as the paramedics run through the corridors. Jeno still remembers running with them, pushing the dying man with a pretty smile to the operation room. Jeno can still feel Jaemin’s almost gone breath as he tried to send his last will to Jeno. Jeno never forgets the last will Jaemin said before the angelic guy closes his eyes forever.

They were only 21, enjoying their life to the best. Nights spent partying at clubs and fraternities, lunch spent with cute girls and the basketball teams, afternoon spent together as they always did since they were young. Jeno and Jaemin, the duo you always wish to be, an inseparable best friend, the two handsome princes. Everything seems perfect, until the night Jaemin got hit by a drunk driver and Jeno had to watch his one and only best friend let his hand go.

“Jeno?” a soft voice disturbs his daydream and the boy quickly shakes his head.

“Yes love?” He puts on his eye smile when he sees you, his girlfriend for ten months sitting beside him in the library.

“What were you thinking?” you whisper while looking at him to find answers. He is so hard to read and you’re still trying to be able to read him.

Jeno only picks your hand on the table and plants a quick light kiss “Nothing, just what flower to bring tomorrow.”

You sympathetically rub his back and squeeze his hand “Jaemin loves cherry blossoms of course we will bring that.”

Jeno just nods “Won’t he be bored?”

You rub his hair “He loves cherry blossoms, he won’t be bored of it.” you say and turn to face your book to start reading.

Jeno just keeps staring at his hand that you just held, there’s a silver band encircling his finger and when he glances at you, he sees the same ring but in a smaller size on your hand.

It’s Jaemin’s second death commemoration, Jeno misses him dearly but every night Jeno is haunted by the same nightmare.

He plays with the ring in his finger and chooses to distract himself with his phone once his corner of his eyes caught a glimpse of his best friend. Cross out the ghost of Jaemin.

It’s been two years and Jeno can still occasionally “see” Jaemin. No one sees him, his friends just say that Jeno grew up too attached and that he misses Jaemin that’s why his mind kept on seeing things. But Jeno is sure, the Jaemin he sees is the real spirit of Jaemin. He’s always seen looking over you and Jeno and his smile is still as pretty as it can be.

-----

Jeno enters his apartment, after Jaemin is gone, he chose to move into a studio so he won’t keep getting reminded of the past. But as the young boy closes his door and strips himself to take a shower, his reflection in the mirror made him stop. There he can see Jaemin sitting on the top of his book shelf, but when he looks back he’s not there.

On the mirror, he can see his friend still happily swinging his feet.

“What do you want Jaem?” he snickers at himself for talking to a spirit in his room.

Jeno of course knows there won’t be any answers, but he knows the look in Jaemin’s eyes and he knows his friend wants to say something.

“I will come to your grave tomorrow. I didn’t forget.” he crosses his arms over his chest.

Jaemin smiles but shakes his head

“You keep on showing up Jaem and it’s tiring for me. It’s painful to see you but you’re not here with me.” his frustration that he keeps in his heart starts to boil.

Jaemin remains calm and Jeno laughs at his own reflection “Look at me. I am out of my mind, talking to a mirror. Well, I’ll shower and please if you want to say something show it or say it. I’ll shower. DON’T FOLLOW ME.” he still playfully jokes around about this and Jeno takes off his accessories and then closes his bathroom door.

Jaemin jumps down the shelves and walks around the room, well he is still here despite two years of leaving this world because he had one thing left to do.

Jaemin reaches out for the picture frame of Jeno and him how Jeno’s smile was so genuine back then but now it looks fake and forced.

He doesn’t want his best friend to be sad, and Jaemin has to fix that.

Jaemin sits down and flashes back on three months ago when he was sitting on top of your cupboard. He always does this and he’s grateful you cannot see him or he’ll be called a peeping tom. He overheard you calling your best friend and asking about your relationship with Jeno.

For Jaemin this sounds weird, he sees how happy you are with Jeno but why are you talking like this to your friend.

The conversation he overheard was clear and fresh in his memory.

“I don’t know about Jeno, but he seems to be tired of me.” you spoke to your best friend, Renjun on the call.

“What do you mean? He’s happy when you said yes eight months ago.”

“Yes but eight months he always treated me like I am that special, isn’t that weird?”

“Are you high? All girls want to be treated like a princess. Jeno is doing that to you but you don’t want that?”

You sigh “No, it just seems fishy Renjun-ah. Men usually will show their true self after some months together, we never fight. He always lets me win. Not that I don’t like it, its just like he is just doing a duty. I don’t feel any surprise, everything seems perfect and planned.”

Jaemin scrunches his eyebrows and almost falls from the cupboard when you suddenly look in his direction.

The guy finally left after hearing the rest of the call and since he’s been coming over to see you for almost one year and a half, he always listened to whatever you were sharing that Jeno never knew.

What Jaemin finds fascinating is that Jeno never knows that you felt something weird about the relationship.

-----

Jaemin glances over to the countertop near Jeno’s bed and notices the silver ring with your initials in it. He reaches over but passes through it. He sighs and keeps his hands to himself “(y/n)” he whispers to himself as he looks at the ring with big eyes.

The bathroom door opens and Jeno comes out of the steam with wet hair and red eyes.

Jaemin quickly disappears, had Jeno been crying?

Jeno grabs his phone that lights up with a reminder. “Text (y/n) good night,” the reminder says and he obediently unlocks his phone to type in his message.

Jaemin never notices this because well he never pays attention to his phone. But if he knows this, he’ll be furious.

----

The two of you park the car near the picturesque scenery where Jaemin’s resting place is located. Well, if Jeno is his long life best friend, you are Jaemin’s high school friend.

Both of you take turns, you go first to the grave, plucking out some wild grass while trying to tell Jaemin that Jeno is doing well and that you miss him. You don’t spend too much time as you know Jeno will have more to say.

“Wait in the car okay, lock the door.” Jeno kisses the top of your head as he brings the cherry blossom to his best friend.

“It’s been two years,” Jeno started “And eleven months with (y/n). I am so sorry that I have to tell you this Jaem, but.” Jeno pauses. He looks around trying to find Jaemin.

“But I cannot do this any longer. It’ll only hurt her more. I am sorry Jaem.” Jeno gives a stroke on the stone and leaves not long after.

Both of you drive in silence, it’s uncommon since you try to respect Jeno’s emotions for you know it must be hard for him.

“Where do you want to go?” he asks before making an exit on the highway.

You look at him “I have to get something for mom, but it’s going to be a hassle to bring a car and find parking space there.”

Jeno didn’t give you a chance to speak anything else when he just cuts you with “Oh we can park my car and I’ll walk with you there.”

You want to deny him and say no thank you, but dating Jeno for 11 months, you know it’s hard to make the man change his mind.

“Okay, thank you. I was about to ask Renjun to accompany me but if you’re not busy then yes please come with me.” you calmly thank him and Jeno just nods his head.

You observe his face from the side, isn’t he jealous? Shouldn’t he be jealous? How come his face doesn’t show any change of emotion?

You bite your lips and tune the radio louder as both of you enter Jeno's living space.

He parked his car, goes up to take his bus card and soon after returned by your side with two caps.

“It’s sunny, you would want to wear this.” he puts it over your head and you just smile. Maybe he really is attentive and full of care

The market district was full of stands and you were looking through some types of textile. Your mother is a designer and she makes custom made dress, it’s your job to find the textile she wanted.

Jeno just stays beside you. Admiring how professional you look. If Jaemin is here, he knows that man could help you pick. After all, Jaemin is more suitable to be your boyfriend than Jeno is. He shakes his head to clear his mind. Lately he’s been thinking of crazy stuffs

“We’re done.” you say after pocketing the card your mom gave and you hold his hand. Jeno was surprised “Oh where’s the stuffs let me bring it” his other hand reaches over you to usually take over the stuffs you have but he found nothing.

You giggle “They will send it home Jeno, it’s too heavy if we have to carry it home. Now come on, let me treat you to coffee. You seem out of your mind.” you say goodbye to the vendor and drag your man to a coffee shop nearby.

“Here’s your americano.” you hand him the coffee and he questions you “Oh we’re not sitting down?”

You shake your head “You look tired Jen, let’s go home okay.” you rub his hair and take his hand into your palm.

Jeno can see Jaemin on the corner of the shop smiling at him, but his smile was different. Jaemin looked sad.

“It’s our bus come Jen.” you wonder why he’s always day dreaming lately but you won’t force him to answer you.

The bus ride was quick. Both of you are living close to each other, so usually you will separate at the bus stop or he’ll walk you home.

The walk was filled with light talks like him asking what you will do after this and you just ask him about his cats.

“We’re here.” he softly lets go off your hand that he’s been holding.

You smile “Thank you, goodbye, get home safe.”

He nods “I’m gonna watch you go inside, so hurry and go in.”

He waits as you turn your back to enter the apartment.

You wave back at him and he blows a flying kiss to you.

“See you tomorrow.” you yell before disappearing and Jeno smiled.

Jeno turns around and questions if he misses you already.

“Goodnight, good bye, see you tomorrow” he chants to himself, repeating what just happened.

In a few hours, it’ll be the long-awaited weekend

I’ll pick you up so sleep in

And let’s meet at that place at 2pm,

Jeno whispers to himself “to break up.”

He feels a lump on his heart been taken away and he can walk home with a lighter steps. On his way to his apartment, he enjoys the breeze and thinks that it’s time to end the lie.

Once he steps into his apartment, he sees Jaemin once again greeting him, this time with a small smile.

Jeno raises his brow, he doesn’t know what that smile means.

“I am breaking up with her. I am sorry.” Jeno speaks up

Jaemin nods

“You loved her, and we once made a promise that we will fulfil each other’s last wishes.” Jeno took off his cap

Jaemin just keeps staring at him, wanting him to continue

“And I did your last wish.” he tosses the cap to the bed “You want to date (y/n), but you didn’t get the chance. I did all of the things you wanted to do with her as a boyfriend.”

Jaemin still smiles but pitifully

“I brought her to your favorite place, accompanies her when she studies, text her good night and good morning daily, I followed her shopping, I walk her home and I tried loving her like how you would, but Jaemin it’s not fair if she knows this and my feelings are tired of pretending.”

Jaemin nods slowly and Jeno feels bad

“But sorry Jaem, she can’t keep living in a lie.” Jeno takes off the ring and puts it down

“Sooner or later, she will know that the J here stands for Jaemin and not Jeno. and that will happen tomorrow.”

Jeno sits down and buries his face in his hands. He pulls at his hairs, feeling confused, happy and sad at the same time.

He feels a warm touch on his shoulder and when he looks up behind his watery eyes, he sees Jaemin sends him the best smile he ever sees and he looks peaceful. Slowly as Jeno tries to hold his friend for the last time, Jaemin fades and disappears completely into thin air.

Life goes on, Jeno stop lying and finally Jaemin can leave in peace and you? You finally know the answer why your guts keep telling you that this looks odd.

end.

[jarofstyles]

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“You’re making this so much harder than it has to be.” Y/N watched as Harry scrambled to get his clothes on. 

This was a regular routine for the two of them, Harry would text her telling her to be ready when he arrived. She wouldn’t exactly call their relationship a relationship. She felt like calling it a booty call made her feel gross though that’s the closest to what it was. Y/N wouldn’t even call it friends with benefits. Harry wasn’t her friend, he never tried to be. They were from different sides of the spectrum. Harry was rough around the edges, blunt, pretentious. An arrogant son of a bitch if you asked Y/N. She leaned more on the safer side of things, not a good girl, but not exactly bad. Just your average girl. She’s boring and uptight if you asked Harry. 

“It’s 2...” Y/N trailed off to look at the clock, “2:46 in the morning, just stay.” She sighed, sitting up and bringing the sheet up with her to cover her front. She wasn’t sure what his deal was, but it started to get under her skin.

“That isn’t my thing, Sweetheart.” Harry chuckled, feeling the panic bubble in his chest at the idea of staying. Of being too close to her. Y/N was equally as terrifying to him and she had to have some clue.

Harry didn’t do relationships. Hell, this was the closest thing he had to being truly intimate for years and he was terrified. He had gotten a bit too comfortable with Y/N and found himself wanting to stick around too long after their fun. It was made abundantly clear to the both of them that they weren’t going to be anything more than a booty call. After the last time, it had been insanely good and he had fallen asleep in her bed. Waking up with her curled up on his chest, the warmth, the comfort? It was so amazingly lovely and so terrifying he could cry. No. He wouldn’t allow himself to get attached again. 

Besides. She was... god. She was fucking immaculate. Smart and kind, talented and sweet. There was no damn way she would actually want a relationship with someone like him. Covered head to toe in tattoos and piercings and shit. Smoking and drinking and all that too. No. She deserved a nice guy. Someone with an office job.

Y/N rolled her eyes. She hated that fucking nickname. It felt patronizing, but she knew that wasn’t the angle Harry was coming at this all with. He was avoiding her. She could see it. The way he wouldn’t meet her gaze. Harry was well aware she could read his eyes, he wouldn’t be able to hide from her then. 

“Harry, it’s fucking pouring.” He didn’t have a car, she knew he had full intentions of walking back to his apartment on campus. Y/N looked at him with furrowed brows, realizing he wasn’t stopping. She reached over and slipped her Fleetwood Mac shirt back on, getting up to walk over to him. “If you’re that fussed about it, you can take the couch, or I can take the couch, but I’m not letting you walk home in the fucking rain in the middle of the night.” Y/N spoke sternly, but her voice was soft. What was the big deal?

“No. You aren’t taking the couch— get back in bed.” He sighed, closing his eyes. Fuck. He didn’t want to hurt her feelings, Y/N didn’t do anything wrong at all. She was being her normal, sweet, tender self and wanted to make sure he was safe and he understands that but... fuck. “Go back to bed. I’ll sit until the rain stops and call an Uber or something.” He was nervous. He knew that if he laid back in bed with her that he would like it and want more of it. Those kisses would be soft and not the rough ones he was used to and he would melt. Normally his hookups didn’t make him nervous— but she absolutely did. Very much so. “Don’t give me that pout please.” He groaned when she looked up at him with puppy eyes and approached him slowly. Oh no. He was a strong man but he knew his inner weakness for her. He felt it. Didn’t want it.

“I don’t understand why this is such a big deal.” Y/N frowned, genuinely confused. What I’m earth was he on about? Sitting until the rain stopped or getting an uber? Was she really that unbearable? Y/N wasn’t going to beg for him to stay, but if he really wanted out there must be a reason? She thought maybe since they’ve been having regular sex for a few months that maybe it wouldn’t be such a big deal for him to just stay. “I don’t understand you, ya know?” She muttered, looking at him as if she was examining him. What changed so much? He had come into her home all guns blazing a few hours ago, pinning her against the wall, ravishing her after a night of drinking with her friends. She even thought they made progress when they had a little laugh about it afterwards, but then he was up and itching to get out. “I know you’re not the biggest fan of me, but do you have to be so fucking stubborn?”

Wait. What? Harry furrowed his brows and looked at her with disbelief. The way he had just fucked her as if his life depended on it? How did that translate into him not liking her?

“Hold on. No— I don’t dislike you or anything. M’not trying to get away because I don’t like you.” He said lowly, face full of confusion and a bit of irritation. “Jesus Christ. It’s the opposite. That’s why I can’t bloody stay in your place.” He felt a bit stupid admitting that because even to him it didnt make total sense. All he knew was that she wouldn’t like him the way he could end up liking her and he already had the beginnings of something more than a crush. He knew he fell in love quickly— far too quickly. And he didn’t want to set himself up for more disappointment.

Now Y/N was confused. 

“And that’s supposed to make sense?” She asked with furrowed brows, her arms crossing over her chest in defense. It was chilly in her apartment, but she wasn’t about to go put on more clothes when they could just get back into bed and go to sleep. If he would just listen. “You stayed here last time and you were fine.” Y/N stayed simply, “just go lay down, can go home whenever you want tomorrow....” She was giving up on fighting with him, but of course his words were still ringing through her mind. If he liked her why was he so desperate to leave? Why did he want to get away from her so bad? It didn’t make any sense at all.

“Yeah, I did and we cuddled! We aren’t supposed to do that.” Harry stressed. When her face was even more confused he let out a dark groan, covering his face with his hands. How did she not understand this? This dilemma, this crisis? They were meant to be fuck buddies. Nothing more. She wouldn’t be interested in more and it was so fucking embarrassing to think of himself catching emotions for her when she would just laugh or not want to be involved at all. His last girlfriend had summed it up by explaining that Harry was fun for a while. Fun to explore and live out that bad boy fantasy with his motorcycle and crazy parties and tattoo artist apprenticeship but he wasn’t boyfriend material. If she thought that —and she wasn’t a total prize once he thought about it— Y/N would for sure laugh if he wanted more than that.

“You understand you’re making zero sense right now right?” Y/N chuckled, shaking her head. “You were balls deep in me and cuddling is what you’re worried about?” She asked with a small sigh, taking a few seconds just watching him. “Look, I’ll stay on the other side of the bed if you want. Just stay. It isn’t a question, you’re not leaving.” Y/N didn’t like being challenged, she liked getting her way and he was making no sense with his talk. She reached out and took his hand, pulling him back towards her bed. She was tired, sleep was visible on her face but she wouldn’t sleep until she was sure he wouldn’t leave. 

Truth be told she didn’t want him to leave for other reasons. She liked having him around, even if sometimes he didn’t act so fond of her and pushed her away. Y/N liked having his calm energy around, liked him roasting her, liked how he always found a way to get her to wind down. Not to mention sharing a bed with him during the night was incredibly comfortable. When they started this whole thing, Y/N knew that there was a possibility that she could catch feelings. However, she let those die. He wasn’t interested. She was just some good pussy to him.

He felt squirmy. Sitting in bed with her and not touching her felt wrong. It felt weird and uncomfortable and he just wanted to pet her hair and gently touch her skin and it was such a weird and odd feeling. He wanted to vomit. How the fuck was he even doing this?

She was terrifying.

He didn’t realize he had said that out loud until she turned over and looked at him with a questioning look. Fuck. Oops. 

“I... didn’t mean to say that out loud.” He cleared his throat, face flushed as he realized he didn’t know how to get himself out of this.

To say Y/N was thoroughly confused was an understatement. Y/N was getting antsy, she didn’t like all this scrambling around, she wanted to have an adult conversation with him. 

“Can you please just tell me what is on your mind? Cause I’m lost.” Y/N sighed, “you text me telling me you’re going to come over, you get here all eager to see me, fuck me for two hours straight, then want to get out of here faster than I can say your full name. Say you’d rather wait the rain out or get an uber than sleeping here. Tell me it’s not because you don’t like me but because you do like me, then say I’m terrifying? Am I reading this wrong or?” Y/N wished he could just be straight up with her, she didn’t have time trying to figure him out.

“For fucks sake!” Harry sat up on the end of the bed so he didn’t have to look at her. It was too embarrassing. Getting flustered over this. “I’ll get too comfortable. I’ll sleep here and we’ll cuddle again and I’ll feel close to you and you’ll end up getting tired of me.” He huffed. “No one keeps their feelings for me for too long and I’m fun to fuck around with but I’m not relationship material.” It was obvious he had heard this before and it had stuck in his mind. Very much so because it was like he was reciting it bitter from memory. “And then you’ll be tired of me and I’ll be used to sleeping in your bed, and I’ll be fucking worthless with sleep again and it’ll fuck me up. I don’t want that shit to happen. I’m not the type of guy you want to cuddle or sleep with anyways. M’only decent for a fuck.” Plus, she hadn’t shown any real interest besides the fact she did want to fuck him.

Y/N sat up, completely taken aback. She didn’t realize it was getting like this. Hell, she was fully convinced he just didn’t want to be around her outside of their sex life. But to think he had been sat here convincing himself of things that just weren’t true? Assuming that she wouldn’t want him when, if given a proper chance, she would? “And how the hell do you know what I want?” She asked out right, “you never asked me... and I never said anything about it. You’ve barely even attempted conversation with me, fuck... and you just—” Y/N knew she had to relax. “If I didn’t want you sleeping here I would have let you leave. If I didn’t care about you I would have let you leave.” Her voice was softer this time. She took a few moments to calm down and then decided to speak again. “You know you could have asked me... what I wanted? Know it’s scary— and... I don’t know who hurt you.... but I don’t want to be lumped in with them. I don’t think like that...”

Harry clenched his jaw. He didn’t know what to think. With Y/N being as sweet as she was,  he didn’t think she would be one to lie about it.  It did make sense if he thought about the fact that she never kicked him out. He was just the first to leave so she wouldn’t have to be the one to say it and make him feel weird about it. He was used to that. 

“I’m sorry. I don’t mean to be a dick.” He rubbed the back of his neck, still not turning around to face her. He felt like a bit of an idiot as it was. He didn’t want her to think that he didn’t want to stay either but he wasn’t sure how the hell to go about it. “You’re... I dunno. You’re nice and different and it’s terrifying. I don’t want to be rejected by the nicest person.” He said lowly. “You’re really sweet and I’m scared to get to know you properly. Everyone talks about how lovely you are and I know you must be.” God, talking about feelings? He didn’t know how to properly do that without sounding like a damn idiot. “I’ll probably like you a lot more than I should. The sex is fucking fantasitic. But then I think about you kickin’ me out or waking up and realizing what you’ve done and get upset.”

Y/N could understand him, sure. It was self preservation. He assumed because of his past and naturally, he wanted to be ahead of the curve. He didn’t even give her a chance. Y/N felt like this type of behavior didn’t help anyone, only landed them in situations like these. 

“Hurts a lot more when you just get up and leave ya know?” Y/N swallowed thickly. “Feel dirty... used... convince myself it isn’t what you mean and that maybe it’s just cause you’re ashamed or something.” She said with a shrug, “know you’re a nice guy, know you don’t mean it like that... but..” it still hurt. “We decided it wasn’t going to be anything more and I wasn’t expecting anything more, just thought maybe we could be I dunno... not like this?” Y/N chuckled sadly. “Thought that we could be friendly even if it wasn’t real? Dunno, just... the last time you were here it felt nice? Felt like what I wanted it to feel like, minus the awkward bolt you did once you realized where you were.”

“Fuck. I’m a dick. I didn’t want— I don’t want you to feel like that.” That had him turning around, piercing in his brow slanting down with the snarl in them. “I just can’t do this shit right, huh?” He groaned, a sarcastic chuckle leaving his throat. “Jesus. I don’t know how I manage to fuck shit up so damn bad. I don’t want you to feel dirty or used cause you’re not. I enjoy myself, darlin’.” There was a deep sigh, rubbing his eyes with his knuckles. How the fuck did he end up getting it all wrong? “Wasn’t leaving cause I didn’t like it. Left because I did. Too much. S’not what I’m used to and I don’t think I could have stomached you telling me to leave, so I just left before you could tell me to.” He looked down at his lap. “M’sorry, Y/N. It wasn’t my intention. Know that doesn’t do shite to make you feel any better and doesn’t take away the fact that I’ve been a dick but, I thought you’d want me to leave.”

“Why?” Y/N asked softly, deciding that if she got him talking she might as well get the answers she wanted out of him. “Why did you think I’d want you to leave? Cause I wasn’t going to ask you to.” Y/N told him honestly, “it isn’t polite and even then I thought... I would feel like shit if someone asked me to leave.” She explained with a small sigh. “Just because we decided it was nothing more than sex didn’t mean that I wasn’t going to at least try to be your friend or something... I just assumed that wasn’t what you wanted. Practically ignore me everywhere else.” Y/N knew that no one really knew about them. They sat there for a few moments before she decided to be bold, to look at him properly and just get this over with. 

“Do you want this to be more than sex?”

Harry sat and thought about it for a moment. Of course, he did. His little crush on her was massive now and he had been kidding himself every time he left to walk away and do dumb shit like this. 

“I didn’t think you had any interest because you didn’t really show any besides wanting to fuck.” He said bluntly. Which is true. “I thought I’d be overstepping boundaries by suggesting more. Plus... you’re so.... good. You’re sweet as fuck, you’re smart, I would have thought you’d want an office dude or someone who’s going to give you some sort of good stability. Not some guy like me.” Harry shrugged, looking over to her. “I can’t tell what you’d want. Maybe s’partially my fault because I leave so quickly. But... I dunno. Maybe? It’s... it’s hard.” He didn’t know how to explain it properly. On the outside, he was a dickhead. A bad boy. He fucked, drank, smoked, dabbled in coke and shrooms. He was an artist, wanted to be a tattoo artist, didn’t see himself leaving at least for another 2 years. Then he wanted to go to New York, or New Orleans. Something bigger than him. Would she want any of that?

“Could’ve asked me out for a drink or something... didn’t have to be this elaborate thing.” Y/N sighed and played with her fingers some more. Obviously she enjoyed herself, obviously she didn’t want it to stop, but he wasn’t wrong about her not showing him any signs of wanting more. They agreed to it being strictly sex so she kept it at that. “So what then, you’re just going to keep coming around and fucking me and leaving again?” She asked quietly, “what do you want me to do?” Y/N didn’t know how she could help in this situation. She didn’t deny him, never said she wasn’t interested, but when asked if he wanted more he deflected. Y/N had been single her whole college career. She wanted to focus on her school work, besides, all the college guys were assholes... most of them were. They just assumed they knew more, tried to mansplain everything. She hated it. Y/N didn’t want that. If she was going to get into a relationship of any kind, she would hope that they brought out the best in her, made her feel like she could have fun the way Harry did.

“No— obviously m’nit gonna do that. I didn’t realize it made you feel shitty. S’what everyone else has wanted but... I should have realized.” Harry licked his dry bottom lip. “You’re a lot nicer than them. Softer. I shouldn’t have just treated you like everyone else and m’sorry for that.” Of course she was different. She was just... sweet. She never made him feel poorly and always praised him during sex. Always was excited to see him. He really felt like a massive dick. Especially seeing the worry in her face. “What do you want?” He asked, picking at the non existent lint in the bed. “Like... would you want to do somethin’ other than that?”

“I wanna go on a date...” Y/N said without really thinking, “if you want... we can like, go for coffee or a drink or something just... talk.” She didn’t know what he was going to say, she felt like she would bite the bullet in this case since he was far too nervous to take initiative. She had to force it out of him.  “And if it’s not up to your expectations then I guess we can just pretend it never happened or something... you can even come here for dinner if you want?” Y/N didn’t want to make a fool of herself. “and if you don’t wanna do any of that then maybe we can just like... be friendly?” She rubbed at her eye, feeling extremely sleepy. He really did fuck her good. 

The two of them were realizing that they were both full of shit. They should have communicated better, shouldn’t have been guessing. Neither of them wanted to comprise the sex but sometimes, adult decisions had to be made.

“I’d... you’d really want to go on a date with me?” It wasn’t something he had ever initially expected but hey. Harry would take it. Especially because she was so shy usually but she had been the one to switch roles and take charge when it came to talking about feelings.  “Yeah. We can do that.” He noticed she was sleepy, rubbing at her eyes and felt guilt course through him as he noticed it. “Why... don’t we talk about this in the morning’. You’re so tired.” And damn, was she cute. He felt a bit of pride as well knowing a good fuck could help aid in the sleepy thing. 

“I promise I’ll be here in the morning.” He stood up and took his jeans back off but kept the shirt on, not sure what was proper when sleeping with a girl when you weren’t fucking them. This was good, yeah? Cuddling was still foreign so he wasn’t going to attempt it— he would let her decide if that’s something she wanted. “Any of that sounds good to me. M’sorry I was a prick. I didn’t think you’d want anything to do with me but that’s my own fault.”

“It’s okay, you can make it up to me.” Y/N was happy that he agreed to go on the date with her. She felt like it would be nice for them to actually have a conversation without it leading to sex. Just for them to get to know each other properly and not just based on what they’ve heard. She hummed as she felt sleep coming on, immediately falling back on the bed and getting all cozy. Y/N curled up and pulled the pillow closer to her, looking up at him as he stripped back down. “Shirt too.” She mumbled. “cause you’re warm.” Y/N cooed and patted the spot next to her. She moved to curl up to him, lifting his arm so she could rest her head on his chest. “What? You said you liked the cuddle.” She teased, nuzzling against him. “Could you turn off the light?” She asked, pointing to the switch above her bed.

Harry felt okay now. A bit shaky— but better. He didn’t know what would come of this, but he could feel that he was comfortable and warm and bright. Happy. She made him feel at ease with these simple things and had even suggested a date. A date.  Something the man hadn’t imagined a girl like her would ever be into but, look at them now. When he turned off the light and settled into the bed, feeling the warmth of her body as she clung on to him— there was one thought that kept going through his mind. 

It’ll be alright.

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A/N: ahhh thank you for reading, this is something a bit different for us, but hopefully these little oneshots/blurbs we can post a bit more often in between series updates! also, but congrats to cass once again, you a queen. we love you 🥺 - n + d

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✫ ˚♡ ⋆｡ ❀ PAIRING: Kōtarō Bokuto x Male!Reader

✫ ˚♡ ⋆｡ ❀ WARNINGS: floff, mentioned homophobia but not explicit (?)

✫ ˚♡ ⋆｡ ❀ REQUEST: my love, please write a scenario about bokuto like flirting and crushing over a boy and being comfortable with the thought that he fell in love with a boy. and the reader is kinda quiet, but very sweet and tenderly touchy - like he touchs kou’s hands, shoulders, just touching him, and bokuto just loves it. but one day when bokuto was telling him something and akaashi also was near and reader just held bo’s hand in his hands a bit too long and some guy said something like “dude wtf”, and a reader went very ashamed and sad and after that situation just stoped touching bokuto. he even held his hands by his back, you know, because he was too ashamed of people and bokuto thinking he is like doing something bad. but in reality bo also was very sad that he stoped touching him, so he started to be pouty and everything, he thought he offended his love somehow aww🥺 so once he just can’t bare it anymore and when they are all alone, just lean and kiss him passionately uwu❤️thks!!

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✫ ˚♡ ⋆｡ ❀ Scenario: love has no genders

It had been like you two was caught in your own pink world. The second you two filled each other's presence, the world around you would only be a blur, the voices only a muffled whisper, and the male in front of you the only thing you would focus on. And the white-haired ace? He felt the exact same way about you. Despite you being a male, which he didn’t mind at all. It was never like he hated the thought of falling in love with a male, neither did he hate the thought of falling in love with a girl. 

But you had something special, something special he wanted to discover and love. 

A few times a few flirts would slip over his mouth, making your cheeks go to a rosy and sweetish pink. A few times he would also just stare at you ranting about how boring classes were. However, never did he think that your small touches would be sending him to cloud 7. 

The first time, your hand would accidentally brush over his, to reach out for your drink. The small touch sends shivers down his spine, waking the butterflies up that had been sleeping in his stomach.

The second time, you patted his shoulder in a rather assuring manner, to tell him that even though he messed up one spike, Bokuto still did great. And that was when he realized that he fell in love with you, his classmate who he met when two people were assigned to do a project. Over and over again, the smallest things made his heart race. Just seeing you smiling, or hearing your laugh. It was the same day he realized that Bokuto wanted to make you laugh and smile every day.

Akaashi of course had taken notice of their ace staring at his male classmate, for longer than usual. And he also had taken notice how you sometimes just gently touched Bokuto what send him and his heart into space, bringing him into another world.

And of course, Akaashi would support Bokuto with confessing to you. “You will have to tell him one day.” Akaashi bluntly said after their long practice, making Bokuto frown, almost pout at his words.

How did he find out? Was it that obvious?

“But Akaashi-” Bokuto started along with a small pout, making the black-haired male shake his head. “I am sure Y/N likes you back. The way he smiles is saying a lot.” 

Akaashi wasn’t stupid though. He knew that it would take a lot more to make Bokuto or you confess, and he knew that you two would be scared that neither of you would be the preferred gender. Additionally, if the setter was wrong, which he highly doubted, Bokuto’s mood would be going down the drain very quickly, making the team lose at every game.

“But let’s wait first” He added after a few seconds of silence, making Bokuto nod his head slowly. “Maybe try to be more affectionate with him. Not too much. Try to hold his hand.” His best friend advised, before leaving the changing rooms.

And with the knowledge that you would wait for Bokuto after practice just to walk home, Akaashi waited with you, just to make sure that he was right. “You like him, am I right?” The setter simply asked, making you go quiet, but luckily right after two seconds, Bokuto left the changing rooms too, joining you two. “Anyway, let’s go.” You finally managed to say, right after the question that caught you off guard.

With heading over to you and the ace’s hand slowly inching closer to yours, you got the hint of thought and just locked your hand into his, beginning to walk down the road you two always walked down, but now also with Akaashi’s presence. “Should we get some snacks?” The mentioned dark-haired male asked you two, just to get a closer look whenever Bokuto followed his advice or not. “yes let’s get some snacks!” The cheerful male agreed, hurrying with you up to the store that was just a few minutes away from your current location.

Within opening the door, the sweet scent of sweets hit your nose, making you gain some interest in the chocolate that had been shown in the display case. The energetic male pulled out his wallet while letting you pick some things that looked delicious to you. Akaashi just stood behind you two, watching how you two were picking out some snacks, not being interested in getting anything sweet. He was not in the mood.

Being deepened in making the decision, Bokuto didn’t quite catch the judging look of a male that had been in the store too, unlike you, who immediately felt anxious with the almost toxic glare. Slowly, your hand slipped out of his, trying to go unnoticed by the loss. “Did you decide already?” Bokuto asked, thinking that you only let go just to be able to hold onto the small bag. With a small nod, you showed him whatever you wanted, caring now less about the sort of chocolate you would get, and rather got carried away by the insecurities building up in your mind. 

Akaashi’s gaze followed your gaze, making him finally understand what had been going on.

Paying and leaving the store felt like a whole while for you, which took only a few minutes. With that, you three made your way back to your houses again, while you began to eat the chocolate, to have an excuse not to hold Bokuto’s hand.

“See you tomorrow!” Bokuto cheered the next minute, at least it felt like the next minute. You must’ve lost track of the things around you. ”See you” you replied with waving, entering your house.

The next days surely will be hard.

And they were. The next days felt like the hardest days this year, your anxiety and insecurities always stopping you from doing something that was ‘wrong’, just to not get judged or looked at weirdly by other people.

Bokuto didn’t quite catch what had happened. He didn’t know what he did wrong, how you felt, and how he should feel about this all. All he knew was that anything had happened yesterday, and that wasn’t something good. The small touches had gone missing, the small smiles and laughs were not the same anymore and it felt like you were hiding something from him.

“Y/N.” he finally started, rather than getting led by his feelings. “Did I do something wrong?” The ace asked a little shaky, scared that you would say something along the lines like “Yes”. But instead, he got a rather calming and assuring response he kinda had hoped for. “No, why?” A small sigh left his lips, like it took quite a few weights off his shoulders, making you smile a little, genuinely again. “I was just worried. You don’t hold my hand anymore” He pouted, making you almost give in and tell him what had been wrong.

But then again, you were scared to tell him about that. “Oh” was the only word that had come to your mind right in that second, making him not a little. “Why don’t you hold my hand anymore?” He whined out, bringing your thoughts mixed up and making them all foggy. “I uh-” you started, but almost immediately got cut off by him sitting beside you and bringing you into a loose hug, his hands only resting on the bench and his head placed on your shoulder. “Is it my fault?” He whined out, and before he could go on with his rant you quickly gave him an assuring head shake. “Then tell me why you don’t hold my hand anymore” He whined again. “Uh well-” Before you could finish your sentence, the male picked his head up, to stare right into your eyes, perhaps almost staring into your soul. “You know if you feel embarrassed you can just tell me” “That’s not the case bo”.

His hands moved up to your cheeks, making your heart race again. “You know, Akaashi once said that love has no genders” He gently said, almost hinting that he liked you. “I guess that’s true.” The male poutingly added, making you finally choke out some words too. “You like me?” The question caught him off guard, but instead of answering he just pressed a kiss on your forehead, leaving you slightly speechless. “I hope you like me” He indirectly answered your question and put his head back on your shoulder.

“Of course I do-”

“Then hold my hand again.” he whined once again, but shut up as soon as your hand reached out for his.

«𝐛𝐲 𝐄𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐞»

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[jungshookz]

cee omg you could literally write a drabble about uni!yoongi making out with yn and i would literally die

➺ pairing; min yoongi x reader

➺ genre; uni!yoongiverse!! nsfw i think?? i’m not sure?? what do u call it if it’s simultaneously smut and not smut at the same time.,,. smaybe smut,,. smalmost smut,..  smerhaps smut,.,. 

➺ wordcount: 1.5k is this a baby drabble??? idk i’m counting it as a regular drabble 

➺ what to expect; “i’m going to need you to shut up now, please.”

➺ optional reading: not necessary but feel free to read some other drabbles from the uni!yoongiverse!

➺ note; this was originally a baby drabble (literally was only going to be a couple of sentences at the moST) but i got carried away so here we are :D also i wrote this while my professor was in the background talking about 16th century literature on zoom and now it’s a genuine concern for me as to whether or not ancient literature is my aphrodisiac 

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you never really know how yoongi does it

every time you tell yourself that this time, you won’t let yourself be distracted by your boyfriend, it’s only three seconds later that you find yourself straddling him on the couch with your hands all over him

and theN when you tell yourself that you’ll only entertain him for ten minutes maximum before getting back to work he does that dumb boyish smirk and head tilt thing (“you sure you wanna go back to your textbook?”) that makes your knees all wobbly and your tummy all warm and before you know it your poor textbooks have been abandoned on the coffee table

one time you even left a marker uncapped and when you came back an hour later it was all dRY

yoongi dipped it into a glass of water in a poor attempt to revive it but it was too late

(he bought u a set of new markers from the bookstore on campus to make up for it)

“do you- mm- do you wanna hear about the classes i’m taking this semester?” you pull away and reach up to adjust your glasses that are now a little wonky considering the fact you and yoongi have been kissing for- has it already been twenty minutes?!

what happened to your ten minute rule??

yoongi rolls his eyes playfully before nodding, “go for it, dork-” he snorts before nudging his nose against your chin to get you to tilt your head back

he knows that if he says no you’re going to whinE about it for the entire time he’s groping you on the sofa so he might as well let you get it off your chest

“okay, so i’m taking this super cool literature course on trauma-“ you hum as you wrap your arms loosely around yoongi’s neck

yoongi starts to press warm kisses against your jaw while his hand slides down from your waist so that he’s gripping the side of your thigh, “mm, yeah? sounds cool.”

“it’s so super cool!” you gasp excitedly, “and the professor is super nice - i mean, she’s a little ditzy with zoom, but that’s to be expected - oh, anD she has purple hair, which automatically makes her the coolest professor ever-” you absentmindedly shift in yoongi’s lap and he grunts when you grind down against him in the process

also

side note

(not that he’s not paying attention to what you’re saying right now, but it’s pretty hard to noT focus on the fact that he’s currently kissing up on his very pretty girlfriend)  

he was never really into dry humping before you came along

you guys don’t do it as often considering the fact that now,.,. now u can just have plain ol sex buT sometimes you’ll get into it if you’re on a tight schedule or something

like the other night yoongi had some dinner plans with a couple of friends (aka going to town on 5 XL pizzas in a grubby frat house) but yoU, for some reason, decided that while he was in the middle of putting his shoes on, that was the perfect time to tell him that you wanted to play

“the last person who gets there has to take out the garbage, and i am noT going to take out the garbage again-“

“but don’t you like it when i grind on you wearing just your sweatshirt?”

yoongi pauses in the middle of tying his laces

so yeah

he was the last one to arrive at the frat house which meant he was on garbage duty but it was totally worth it

and yeah, he supposes dry humping is typically something that only a couple of hormonal prepubescent teenagers would be into but.,,. with you, it’s just so,.,.., it’s so hot

he likes seeing you get so worked up over him when he hasn’t even taken any of his clothes off yet

his favourite is when he’s lying on his back and you’re on top just because he… likes it when you’re on top

there really isn’t a very deep explanation to his preference

it’s a nice view! sue him!

he also likes when you place your hands on his chest

you say it’s because it helps keep you from falling off but he knows you just like touching him there

and right as you’re about to cum, your fingers always twitch and he likes the feeling of your nails digging into the thick fabric of his hoodies

not to mention, he loves seeing your reactions whenever he starts talking dirty to you because your cheeks and the tips of your ears get super red and usually you get all quiet and whimpery but there’s always a fire in your eyes like you’re ready to rip all of his clothes off

like there was one time he actually just wanted to tease you just to see how far he could go (you weren’t paying any attention to him because your stupid nose was stuck in your stupid books as per usual and he was getting really bored) and he’d never seen you so needy before

“yeah? you like it when i talk to you like this?” yoongi coos and bites back a grin when you buck your hips against him with a pitiful whine slipping past your lips

he presses his palm flat against your hip to keep you from moving, “aw, what’s the matter, baby? need me?” yoongi pushes his bottom lip out in a mocking pout as he hooks a finger into the waistband of your skirt before giving it a playful tug

“yoongi, please-“ you prop yourself up on your elbows before leaning up to try to get yoongi to kiss you

he’s been dodging your kisses for the past five minutes which he’s been really enjoying because you look awfully cute when you frown at him like that

and to make matters worse (for you, duh! not him >:-)) he knoWs you really really like kissing him

yoongi nearly snorts when he notices you looking at him like you’re about to skin him alive

he totally gets it because he’s basically blue-balling you

it’s nice to be on the other side of the situation for once!

no wondER you do it all the time

“yoongi.” you clear your throat and he raises a brow

“mhm?”

“i don’t know what kind of game you’re playing here, but-“ you poke your finger against his chest, “in three seconds, i’m going to get on my hands and knees for you - and i want you to push my skirt up, tug my panties to the side, and fuck me. please fuck me.”

yoongi’s eyes widen in surprise and he pulls back a little

you very rareLY use swear words on a daily basis - in fact, you usually scold him when he brings his potty mouth into your apartment - so he’s not used to you dropping the f-bomb so casuall-

“did i mention i started taking birth control?”

yoongi’s mouth immediately goes dry

“-also taking a literature class on shakespeare, which is really bringing me back to high school-“ yoongi snaps out of his little trip down memory lane when he feels you shift on his lap again

okay well

he was like 5% horny earlier but now that the gates of his spank bank have basically flung wiDE open it’s safe to say that he’s roughly… 98% horny?

maybe a little more

maybe like 150% horny

you could flick his forehead and he would have a mind-blowing orgasm - that’s how horny he is. 

it’s not his fault!!! 

blame the spank bank!!! 

“and- oh!” you find yourself flopping back on the couch and staring up at the ceiling all of a sudden and you blink quickly as your brain attempts to catch up to what the hecK is happening right now 

“i’m going to need you to shut up now, please.” yoongi’s face pops up in front of your eyes and your eyes widen when he drags you down towards him until his very obvious bulge is pressing right up against your centre

you feel your face flush bright red and you find yourself struggling to come up with anything to say because a second ago you were literally talking about william frickin shakespeare, “but-”

“here’s what’s going to happen-“ yoongi tugs his sweatshirt up over his head, “first, i’m gonna go down on you,” he tosses it aside before leaning over and placing both hands on either side of your head, the thin silver chain hanging around his neck dangling down, “and then we’re gonna fuck-”

“language!” you say on instinct and yoongi immediately snorts

that’s pretty rich coming from you, miss flip-my-skirt-up-and-fuck-me-now 

“and you know, since i’m feeling particularly generous today,” he ignores your comment about his oh-so inappropriate language, “i’ll gladly let you choose how we boink-”

(you end up riding him which we all know is the decision yoongi is more than happy with.)

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requested drabbles masterlist

[xevanescentxx]

extremely short and shitty oneshot i wrote based on an idea i had about lorraine’s fever dreams, i didn’t even proofread this and its almost 2am, so im just extremely bored.

anyways here, nothing much at all

[bisexual-horror-fan]

Bex, Bex, BEEEXXXX!!!! So I know you love when I request stuff, so I was thinking, now hear me out. Warwick Wilson part 3?? You and I have been wanting more of the best fancy boy, soooo, what do you say? Dinner at the readers place and she wants to treat him for a change? C'mon, do it! Love ya!

Tina! Holy fucking SHIT! I love this so fucking much, I love YOU so much! This has been a LONG time coming and I super appreciate your patience on me wrapping up this little series. I hope you love it and everyone else enjoys it, all the like five of us who are into Warwick! He is such a good guy, a fucking rad little fancy man who deserves to be spoiled, I went really hard on this and I hope it clicks and fits the rest of the series! Let’s not linger and let’s fucking GO!

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Rating. Explicit. Length. 6.5K. Warwick Wilson X FEM! AFAB! Reader. She/Her Pronouns. Warnings: Established Relationship. Softness. Domestic-ness. Stressed Reader. Teasing. Banter. Making Out. Oral Sex. Blow Job. Make-Shift Cock Ring. Teasing. Denial. Vaginal Fingering. Vaginal Sex. Premature Ejaculaton. Cream Pie. Cunnlingus. Cum Eating.

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Upon Your Table.

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He is so good to you.

That was the thought you had when you woke up before him the morning following your latest date where you went out for a very nice dinner and out to the orchestra. You were still in his bed, he was still asleep, on his side, one arm over you, resting on your waist and you curled up closer as you thought about last night’s events.

You were feeling so warm inside, very happy and content.

And as you laid there you thought about your relationship with Warwick thus far. That almost too good to be true meeting at the art gallery, the myriad of dates and of course that fateful dinner he cooked. In the midst of your recollection he woke up, arms wrapping tighter around you, pulling you closer to him and you sigh as you let him and tell him, “Good morning.”

“Good morning to you too.” He greeted in kind, sounding all too pleased to have you in his bed and wrapped up in his arms. You leaned up and kissed him on the cheek, “Sleep well?”

“Amazingly.” After the night you both had you were sure that he did. After getting home you had a pretty wonderful time on the couch, wore yourselves out hard. He returned that kiss you had given him, dropping an equally sweet one on your cheek, “And you?”

“The same, naturally.” You tease and he scoffs, playful and light as ever, “Flatterer.”

“Guilty.” You say with a smile as you pull back, stretching against the sheets beside him, before sitting up, you notice his eyes on you, he was almost always looking at you when you were together. It honestly took some getting used to, having someone look at you with so much want and affection. It was nice though, you never wanted to be without it ever again.

He is the one to break the silence. “Are you hungry?” You were.

Soon enough you find yourself at his kitchen table, fresh fruit and pastries and coffee and tea as you talk easily about the day you both had ahead. “Just some basic errands and running around, boring stuff, but I am free later and am meeting up with a friend at her place for dinner.”

“Oh and which friend is that?” He asked and you told him it is that same friend that is responsible for you both meeting back at the art gallery. “I seem to remember you mentioning at one point about sending her an edible arrangement, did you ever get around to that?” he teased.

“Did I actually say that out loud at some point?” You asked with a slight laugh, genuinely not sure if you had divulged that to him, you knew you had thought it.

“More like half-moaned something like that a while back when I was between those gorgeous thighs of yours.”

Did you? Honestly you wouldn’t be surprised, you were capable of saying wild things when you were alone with him. You tell him as such, “I cannot be held responsible for what leaves my mouth when you are using yours on me.”

“I’d never dream of it.” He assured, wide grin before he took another sip from his mug of coffee.

You can’t help yourself and tease him as you say, “I am quite sure that you have nothing but the best of intentions always.” you reach out and pick up the newspaper on the table, starting to leaf through it as he replied in a light tone, “Me? Having ulterior motives? Never.”

This was great. Like really, really fucking great. You were so happy with him.

A beat before he asks you, “I was curious about what we talked about last night.”

You reach out and snatch up a strawberry from your plate as you say, “We talked about a lot last night, you’re gonna have to be more specific.”

You glance up from the paper to catch his expression, warm, playfully and clearly jokingly annoyed, it makes you unable to suppress a smile. “Alright, fair enough. I’m referring to what we discussed about you having me over to your place, finally.”

A small laugh left you, “Finally.” You repeated with a small shake of your head, trying to play it off but he did have a point. You’d been seeing each other a long while but you had yet to have him by and honestly you did want to, desperately wanted to correct it. And after all, you DID promise.

Plus there was the added benefit of not having that awul neighbour of his annoying you. It was like she had nothing going on in her life. She was constantly peeking out of windows trying to see what other people were up to, you honestly wondered if she was that bored or if she just had it out for Warwick, she was always looking into what he was up to. She came across as a hopeless gossip. She really needed to fuck off. But the chance of her doing that was not likely.

And so it all seemed to point to you having him over to your place. It would be nice to have a date in your own apartment and away from her prying gaze, and you can finally repay him for all the cooking and hosting he has done in your courtship so far.

“What were we just saying about ulterior motives?” You ask and he says easily in a way that makes you laugh, “I can’t seem to recall.”

You choose that moment to get a little more serious, taking his hand in yours as you say, “I would love to have you over and cook dinner for you.”

It wasn’t like he thought you would never return the favour, it just hadn’t crossed his mind, he had been rather consumed with just planning dates and of course, those lavish and complex dinners he had made for you. He really didn’t mind that you hadn’t had him over yet however he was now excited at the prospect of you hosting him, he was simply dying to taste your cooking. You had bonded heavily over your love of food and he adored to hear your thoughts and opinions on it so finally getting to have you make what he was sure would be a carefully curated and crafted meal was an exhilarating prospect, it was going to be truly special.

In short. He was touched and could barely contain his excitement.

“Name the date and time and I will be there.” His thumb stroked over the back of your hand and he squeezed gently. He seemed really into this and it makes you smile but you also try to get him to slow down a little, “I’m gonna need a bit of time to plan but as soon as I am ready, I promise to have you over.”

He could hardly wait but he said, "No pressure and no rush my dear."

You leave shortly after breakfast, looking forward to it.

That changes kind of quickly. You end up doing something you had a tendency to do a lot, that thing being, overthink.

You poured over those meals he had made for you thus far and where you had gone out to eat previously and wondered how what you make could ever match up. You thought really hard about it, what angle to approach it from, you spend so many evenings looking online or through your recipe books but you feel as if you are getting more and more confused the longer you look.

There were too many options, that is the problem. You need to narrow it down, somehow, even if the reasoning behind it is ultimately bullshit, you have to or you are gonna go nuts just picking a dish to focus on. You knew this had to be good, had to be perfect but perhaps getting so hung up on that wasn’t helping you either.

You recall something he said once and it doesn’t soothe you either, “An artist isn’t just someone who sculpts or paints, or sets the table in a certain way or anything like that, this is art, cooking is art.”

Art.

He viewed this as art and you were taking this seriously as a result.

You end up seeing each other a few times throughout the week like normal. A lunch date here or a cup of coffee, another trip through the museum one day. And every single time, he can’t help it, he doesn’t push or pressure and makes sure to know he is fine with waiting but he is so excited for it.

It is cute, endearing but it doesn’t stop you from still feeling freaked out and nervous over making it amazing.

He deserved to be spoiled the way he had been spoiling you and so you push through.

About two and a half weeks later the decided evening is upon you.

It’s a Friday night again, you have the whole weekend ahead, lots of time but he is coming over for dinner tomorrow night and you have to start preparing tonight if you have any hope of getting it all done in a reasonable kind of time frame.

So the evening is spent flitting in and out of different rooms of your apartment cleaning like crazy. You can’t remember the last time you had someone you were this serious back to your place, let alone someone you cared so much about.

One could make the argument that you didn’t need to clean absolutely everything but of course you had to, because knowing the both of you it wasn’t going to be JUST dinner, you were sure that this wouldn’t just be the first time he was in your place but the first time he sleeps over too.

It was only when you were scrubbing the baseboards that you stopped yourself, sitting back on your heels, sponge in one hand and wiping your forehead with the back of your other hand when the thought crossed your mind, “This is too much.”

You threw the sponge back into the bucket with a sigh, you were being ridiculous. He wasn’t going to scrutinise if there were scuffs on your fucking baseboards. You made yourself tear away, picking up your bucket and walking off to the sink, once there you dump the soapy water out and collect yourself. After a few deep breaths you choose to do more productive things, pushing away from the sink as you mutter to yourself, “Get a grip.”

You clean your bedroom and vacuum and wipe down the bathroom, swept up and soon you were looking around rather satisfied with the state of your apartment. This was one of the bigger things crossed off your list. You went to bed that night with a mix of nervous excitement.

The next day you woke earlier than you usually would on a Saturday but there was a lot to do. You are dressed and out the door in less than an hour. You get a drink and breakfast while you are out before beginning your errands. You hit a few places to procure your groceries needed for dinner, not rushing but not lingering longer than necessary either, you couldn't let yourself get sidetracked.

You picked up something easy for lunch so it was one less thing you had to worry about.

Once you were back home you put the groceries away and got to work. First was ensuring dessert was ready. You had settled on a pomegranate chocolate torte and you'd made sure to follow the recipe to the letter. It recommended you make the cake and spread it with the jelly two days before serving for the best flavour so you made it Thursday evening.

You turned on some music to work and carefully pulled the cake out of the fridge. You lifted the lid and checked it out, it looked delicious, here is hoping it tasted as good as it looked.

You set it on the counter and set to making the glaze. Melting chocolate, butter, honey and salt in a heatproof bowl, trying to focus on the task and not get too in your head. Instead choosing to lose yourself to the music playing and to the rhythm of you stirring the mixture, watching as it slowly melted and came together.

You were reassuring yourself over and over that he'd love it, you were sure he'd love it and to stop stressing.

You put the glaze aside when it's done, it needed to cool before you could glaze the cake. Next you need to make the pastry, then sauté the vegetables and cook the meat. You had had the main soon prepared, it would be ready to cook for later, your confidence improved further.

By now you check the time and see you should stop for lunch. You make yourself step away from the kitchen entirely and eat in the living room, worried if you sit at the table with the kitchen in view you won’t be able to stop yourself from picking away at the things you needed to accomplish before Warwick arrived that evening.

You put the tv on and half watch as you eat the pre-made spinach salad you bought, still mulling over what you had to do.

Soon as lunch was taken care of you were back at it. As it gets later you find dinner mostly prepared and the cake glazed, you turn your attention to getting yourself ready. You had carefully chosen your outfit last night, laid it all out on your bed so you were able to easily just slip into it after your shower.

You felt some of your nerves melt in the shower and they were stripped away further once you were actually ready. Looking yourself over in the mirror and you were finally feeling truly prepared. Confident and unbothered. You had gotten dressed and made sure dinner was in the oven and came back to fuck with your hair and makeup and you just knew tonight was going to be everything you were hoping for.

You were seriously wanting to impress and treat him and were positive you would be able to do it.

Click of your heels on hardwood as you finished up, lighting candles, setting the table, finishing up with the food, getting glasses and the wine out, you were totally ready, more than ready, you were anxious for him to arrive and as you looked to the clock again you realised that it was right about time.

And speaking of that there is a knock at the door and you realise that he is right on time. You practically trip over yourself as you race to the door to let him in. You nearly throw the door open but you choose to take a deep breath to steady yourself and then open it, much slower than you wanted to. You find him there with a bottle of wine and a bouquet of sunflowers in hand, a warm smile on his face and looking as sharply dressed as ever.

“Well look at you, right on time and impeccably dressed.” You purposefully let your eyes drag over him and he of course takes notice of how you drink in the view of him. “Trust me, I couldn’t imagine keeping a vision such as yourself waiting.”

“And you call me a flatterer.” You say easily before moving aside and letting him inside, “Please come on in.”

He of course takes you up on your offer, he had been dying thinking about finally seeing your apartment. You closed the door behind him as he started to look around. He was very impressed, your place was extremely clean, well decorated and so thoroughly yours. He could clearly see things that showed off your interests all over the place, books you’ve read and discussed, art you’d bonded over, colours that you liked best splattered around as accent pieces. He could be very, very comfortable and at home here. He wants to really look around but doesn’t wanna be rude, he is a guest in your home, he’s waited this long, he can wait for the official tour.

He turns to you as he says, “Might I say you look gorgeous tonight.”

He offers up the bouquet of flowers, you take them as you say, “Thank you so much. You know I always admire the flowers you have in your place, you gotta tell me who your florist is.” He follows as you lead him to the kitchen.

“Oh I don’t know about that. I kind of like the idea of me being the one to buy you flowers.” You are busying yourself with getting a vase out of the cabinet over the sink when you reply, “Can’t even buy flowers for myself, how much of a control freak are you?”

He couldn’t help but laugh, “If only you knew.”

You filled the vase with water and turned back to face him, scissors in hand you are cutting the ends of the flower stems, “Maybe you’ll tell me sometime.”

“And maybe if dinner is good enough I’ll tell you my florist. If the smell is anything to go by it should be.”

You preened under the praise, you had to admit it did smell fantastic in here right now. He placed the bottle of wine down finally as you finished setting up the vase and you took a good look at the bottle, white, naturally, as expected of him.

Red wine stains the teeth you know.

“You don’t trust my taste in wine Warwick?” You tease him, “I would never insult you like that! And I never said you have to open it tonight. Think of it as a gift for having me over for the first time and perhaps an excuse to have me over again sometime to drink it together.”

“Always scheming.” You sing songed out as you snag the bottle to put away.

You then take the time to show him around, let him get a good look and answer his questions. He praised the aspects he liked about your place heavily, commented on the music and you then once you were back in the kitchen you asked him, “Would you like a drink?”

“I would love one.”

You get him that drink, open the bottle of wine you selected, have him take his seat at the table as you pour for him, he thanks you and then you excuse yourself to serve dinner.

As he sits there, at your table, about to eat the food you made, having some of the exquisite wine that you had selected, he feels thoroughly content.

You had timed it all so well, he wasn’t even alone for five minutes before you were bringing out the plates. You take your seat and proceed to tell him about what you made, you had thought long and hard and decided on tourètire, roasted potatoes you had seasoned well with garlic and rosemary, salt and pepper and thyme and a good mixed spinach salad and he immediately praised the plating and presentation.

He was speaking so casually, obviously so at ease and you were feeling nerves again, waiting to see his reaction to actually trying it. He takes that first bite and his reaction puts you totally at ease. Hand over his mouth with a small groan, grip on his fork tightened noticeably, eyes falling closed with a sigh and you break out in a grin.

“Good?” You ask excitedly and he nods, already going in for another bite, confidently saying, “Fantastic.”

Hearing that from anyone that you have over for dinner is all well and good but hearing that from him? When he had such a spectacular set of skills in the kitchen made you feel genuine pride and warmth. You had chosen the menu based on things he had served you previously that you were sure he would like as well as choosing something he for sure wouldn’t make for himself, something that wasn’t overly complex but showed that you had your own skills in the kitchen. Food you loved a lot, was good, hearty and reminiscent of a good home-cooked meal meant to provide nourishment and comfort.

You finally allow yourself to really relax and start to eat yourself and yeah, it came out fucking great.

He complimented you on it all. Your place, your outfit, the rood, he gushes and you feel proud of yourself.

The meal progresses well and you are both talking, you had just finished telling him about how this week at work was and so you turned that question back onto him, “How was your week at work? Do I finally get to know what you do?”

You ask it in a playful fashion but you were very curious about it all the same. “Oh my work is so dull, so totally uninteresting, but you know what is much more interesting, I finally picked up that book you just finished last week and I have to say that opinion you shared about the ending doesn’t make much sense to me-”

“Wait, what to do you mean?” You ask and he said, “About what the ending means for the arc of the next book, I think you are totally off base.”

And just like that you were defending your opinion, another spirited discussion on literature started and your previous line of questioning pertaining to his job promptly forgotten. Just as he wanted.

Soon he is asking about your art, curious how it was going, thanks to him you had really picked painting up again. You tell him how you had been painting the building across the street, usually after dinner for around an hour at a time, picking away at it but you are really happy with how it was going. He can’t wait to see it when it is done and you think you will actually be happy enough with it to show it to him when it is.

Dinner is almost done and he is regaling you with a story about this couple Chad and Bunny. Tells you about this wild story involving this beach house of theirs and the wine cellar they discover. This one particular barrel of wine is especially good. It becomes their favourite and they drink from it on their wedding anniversary every year and eventually it finally runs dry, they crack it open to discover a dead body had been inside of it for God knows how long and the mysterious way the home owner went missing made more sense. They instead toast every following anniversary with milkshakes.

You didn’t believe it.

You laugh as you ask further, “There is NO way that is true! Absolutely not Warwick, I will admit you told it well, very engaging, tense and with a good amount of humour but no way did this really happen, you can’t believe that!” You did enjoy the story but you are obviously unaffected as you take a sip of your wine.

“It did happen! I swear! It happened to a friend of a friend of a friend of mine!” He insisted and you paused, you could have sworn you had heard what he said before, it sounded so familiar but you shake it off.

“I am so sure.” You reply before asking, “And those names, what kind of names are Chad and Bunny? How did you know this friend of a friend of a friend exactly?”

He answered quickly, “He knew one of the guys in my acapella group at university-”

You cut him off exclaiming, “Acapella?!” he seemed bothered as he said, “Yes acapella. I was quite good at it.”

“I am sure you were. You still got it? You gonna sing for me?” You joked, getting up as you started to collect your plate and his, since you were finished with dinner.

“Oh, no, no I couldn’t. I wouldn’t even know what sing.” He started with a dismissive wave of his hand and you tease him further as you sing out, “Constance Frye, Constance Frye, anytime you call-”

He laughs, loud and genuine as he reaches for the bottle of wine again, “Trading Places, eh? That is your go to?” You shrug as you respond over your shoulder, “What?! It’s a good movie and the first acapella song I could think of, I’m shocked you know it.”

“And why wouldn’t I exactly?”

It’s good.

All of this is so fucking good. The dinner was nice, the conversation and laughter and banter, you realise you should have had him over sooner. You dealt with the plates by simply putting them into the sink before getting the cake and bringing it over to the table. He eyes it as you say, “Chocolate and pomegranate torte’.”

“Pomegranate, hmm? Trying to lure me in with thoughts of temptation?” He asked as you set down plates and prepare to cut into and serve up dessert. A smile as you respond, “Maybe.”

More like definitely. You both would wax poetic about symbolism in the art and books you like and while pomegranates were very obvious it got the message across.

The dessert came out amazing. It was rich and decadent but not heavy, you had portioned dinner well and felt full in a satisfactory way, not like you had too much or felt sick. The tension had been increasing all night, lingering looks and innuendo had been littered throughout the evening but it was only ramping up throughout dessert. Both of you leaning closer to each other, your heel running up his pant leg, his hand on yours, it was clear where this was all going.

You go to clear away the plates again after you are done and he makes a move, apparently trying to take some control. His hand on your wrist he leans up as he tugs you down a little, he kisses your neck. You stiffen at the feeling, unexpected but not unwelcome in the least but still you tell him, “Oh stop.”

“Why should I?” you can hear the smile in his tone, another kiss along your throat, a graze of his teeth and his hand that isn’t closed on your wrist reaches around and grabs your hip.

You move quickly after that.

Dishes forgotten you push his hands away before yours are on him, hauling him up out of his chair and pushing him against the table's edge. He is taken aback, totally shocked by how suddenly you flipped this on him and took control. How shocked he was must have been written all over his face, he doesn’t need to ask because you make your intentions abundantly clear.

“You are a guest in MY home tonight.” Your hand is on the back of his neck, looking into his eyes as he said, “You will defer to me and my needs. You are all about manners and decorum and order, right?”

A small nod from him and you pull him in closer, whispering right in his ear, “So fucking act like it Warwick.”

You had never taken control like this before.

No one dared to treat him like this previously and he isn’t sure how to respond. One thing is clear, he likes it. He kind of melts, he is clearly flustered and turned on and so you don’t back off. You kiss him deeply, he moans into it, his hands on the tabletop, almost nervous to touch you, he was never nervous to do that. He does allow himself to kiss you back, your tongue runs over his bottom lip and his mouth opens to you, he tastes like the wine you chose and chocolate with that distinct fruity undertone that was so oddly him. You nip at his mouth and breathe out his name, pushing him further into the table, your body pressed to his and you feel him hard against your hip.

You pull back, kisses over his jaw as you tease, “Awe, you so excited already?” he nods again and your hand slides down, you feel him up through his suit pants and he actually bucks forward, grinding into your hand.

It makes you grin and emboldens you further. You kiss over his throat, nip at the sensitive skin and squeeze him through the smooth fabric, the moan he lets out is strained and you laugh, “You seem flustered, Warwick.”

He laughed a little himself, it didn't sound the way it normally does, no real humour or mirth in it, sounded unsure, nervous.

You ate it up.

His tongue darted out to wet his bottom lip before he swallowed hard and questioned, “Do I?”

You hummed in response, a lick over his throat tasting the salt of his skin and he arches closer into you, he can’t seem to resist any longer, hands now on you once again, tugging you to be even more flush against him, rocking into your hand.

Oh he wanted it bad.

“You are so fucking selfish.” You draw out the word ‘fucking’ on purpose, recalling that particular rule of his about appropriate language at the dinner table and mocking him for it. His opinion on manners didn’t matter when it was your house and he was the guest.

He was breathing harder as you continued laying affection over his throat, another hard squeeze as he was moving his hips, trying for more friction still as you continued, "You can't wait even a few minutes."

You pull back, fingers hooking into his tie, you tug it down, begin to undo it and he lets you, soon his tie is undone and you slide down, falling to your knees before him. You have the tie wrapped around one hand as you deal with this belt, he groans at the relief from you getting his pants open, he is achingly hard.

You trace one one finger up the length of him, even through the material of his underwear you could feel the heat radiating off of him. You tease your finger up and down again, eyes glancing up to see his locked on you, transfixed by what you were doing, the look he was giving said it all, wondering how you could do so much with the smallest moves.

You wait until you feel him tense even more somehow and then you move that last layer of clothing away, exposing him fully to you and you don’t waste time. You take the tie you’d removed from him and wrap it around the base of his shaft once, holding one end in each hand as you leaned in, your tongue ran under the head of his cock and he inhales so sharply. His hands grip the table’s edge again, he clearly wants to have his hands on you again, wants to hold your head and fuck forward into your mouth, to take and to claim but he is showing great restraint.

You run your tongue from base to tip, a small rhythm starts, up and down and when you feel him start to lightly throb you say in a firm tone, “I’m the host tonight. Understood?”

He does and shows he does with a small nod, breath completely stolen in this moment.

You ramp it up. Start to blow him right there, kneeling on the hardwood floor, still dressed and made up, pretty as one of the paintings you and he discussed regularly, him up against the table’s edge as you wrap your lips around him and slide as much of him into your mouth that you can. Up and down, back and forth, cheeks hollowing, tongue flat along the underside, deep sucks and moaning against his shaft in such a way that he can’t keep himself still. Shifting his weight and subtly moving his hips along with your movements, barely, almost imperceptible, you allow him this small grace as you work him over.

You keep the tie taut, a makeshift cock ring to prevent him from cumming too soon and it is working exceedingly well.

In a few minutes of your talented mouth on him he is practically losing his mind, he wants to touch but whenever his hands attempt to leave the table top you stop and tell him to put them back.

You feel powerful at this moment.

After a little while your knees are sore and you can’t wait any longer, pulling him out of your mouth with a wet pop, he is practically dripping with your spit, you rest his messy cock on your cheek. You are still holding that tie tight as you look up at him and ask, “You ready to return the favour?”

“Dear God yes, please, please-” He is nodding furiously and you remove the tie, you stand up and start heading to your bedroom, beckoning him to follow with a move of your hand, “Come along then.”

He follows, you had a headstart but he is on you quickly and you can’t even make it onto the bed. You make it into your bedroom and his hand closes on your wrist, he turns you to face him, his jacket is gone now, he must have stripped it along the way, and then he is kissing you fiercely.

You are pushed backwards and you both stumble a bit, you don’t care as long you get more of him, you are soaked from blowing him and all the build up tonight, you need some attention.

You are on the floor, your back to the edge of the bed, his hand slides up your dress, parts your thighs before slotting between them, he teases you through the damp material of your underwear and you moan into the kiss. Arching into him as you kiss deeper, one hand fists in his shirt, a roll of your hips as he rushes, he pushes them aside and you feel his bare fingers on you. His fingers find your clit with practised ease and familiarity. He rubs in slow circles, it is more delicious than the meal you shared, you buck your hips up and moan again, breaking the heated make out session to tell him, “Faster.”

He obliges and picks up the pace, your thighs tense and your head tips back, please washing over you, the feeling is deep and so needed, you’d been craving him for days since the last time you had him. His mouth is on your neck, your exposed shoulders and collarbone and you are rutting into his hand, fingers slip inside and he groans at how soaked you are. His fingers curl and his palm brushes your clit and your legs jerk involuntarily in response, you wouldn’t be long at this rate.

There was no more playful banter or talking, just moans, panting, the sound of shifting clothes and you moving together, hot and heavy.

It builds so fast, you tug him back up by his collar, kiss him hurriedly, your tongue in his mouth and a minute later your walls are clenching down on his fingers, clit pulsing into his palm as you cum. The kisses slow down slightly, you are panting out something akin to his name as he doesn’t stop, fingers working you through your high until finally you stop moving, falling slack against the edge of the bed.

He removes his fingers, sucks them greedily, once he has them out of his mouth he tells you, “Nothing tastes better than you.”

You hum and ask amused, “Nothing?”

He confirmed as he started to move you, hands on your waist as he pulled and you let him lead, “Nothing. Better than any fine dining experience by far.”

You are pushed over the edge of the bed, your knees on the floor and your skirt is hiked up, panties are still shoved to the side and he lines up and slips in one solid thrust and you moan his name. He doesn’t even pause to soak in the feeling of you, too worked up from seeing and feeling you cum because of him, on him, he takes, consequences be damned.

There wouldn’t be any because you wanted this just as much, not like he knew that. If he would have taken a minute longer to slide in you would have told him to hurry up and fuck you already.

Hands fisting your comforter as he pounds into you, the sound of skin on skin and your moans along with his heavy breathing.

It feels as close to perfect as you think you will ever get, you are moving with him, bucking back against him, squirming your hips and feeling him grind inside you just right. You love that this keeps happening, getting so in the moment and hot and bothered you fuck half dressed and unable to make it onto either of your beds. You didn’t know it was possible for someone to desire or want you so much, to feel this passionate for you and now that you had a taste you were never going to look back.

You were crying out his name at a particularly good thrust, clenching down on him and it happens, his grip on your hips tightens and he curses, another hard thrust and you feel him cum, spilling inside of you suddenly with a shuddering breath.

Apparently you had teased him a little too much.

You don’t mind, you aren’t mad, in fact, you are even more turned on. You’d never gotten him to cum so quick, it was primal, hot as hell, the fact he was so into this and you that he couldn’t hold back.

Even though you loved it, you play it cool, you tease him some more, “Is that anyway to act in my home? Cumming before your hostess, making a mess inside and without permission-”

He groans and you swear you feel him flex inside of you, round two would definitely be on the table but he would need a little time, you ask, “How are you gonna make it up to me?”

He breathes out, “I would do anything for you, whatever you want-”

You have just the thing. You get up on the bed, turning to face him as you take your dress off. You reclined, your legs spread and you reached down, spreading yourself, showing off the mess of you and him already leaking out as you asked, clad in just your underwear and heels, “You want seconds?”

It is a challenge to back up what he claimed before, would he continue to be a man of his word like you knew him to be?

You don’t have time to ponder on it because he dives in, hands on your outer thighs, tugging you closer down the bed and he devours you whole, not caring or minding his own cum as he eats you out just how you asked for.

It was at that moment you think that you should have had him over much sooner.

[sgtjbbhasmyheart]

Drunk Texting Is(n’t) Bad for Your Health- Chapter Two

Series Summary: Talk about your unconventional meet-cute! Bucky receives a text by mistake requesting he prove he's not Reader's sister. The easy dialogue between Reader and Bucky sparks a natural friendship, but could it lead to more? Bucky still deems himself unworthy of any form of affection or love. Reader is hellbent to prove him wrong. With the help of some (meddling) friends along the way, Bucky may get his happily-ever-after after all.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Word count: 2921

Warnings: bad language words, blink and you’ll miss the angst, just some fluff

A/N: divider credit- @firefly-graphics

DO NOT copy or replicate without my permission

You awoke with a start, feeling as if you were late for work or something important and forgot to set your alarm. Your heart beat an erratic tattoo against your ribcage. Scrambling for your cell phone, you blindly reached across the side table near your bed in a panic. Unplugging the phone, you brought the device an ungodly closeness to your face. It was only 6:17. On Saturday.

Your pulse throbbed behind your eyeballs, and a strange stickiness coated the inside of your mouth. Did you drink that much last night?

How could you not? Timmons was a fair boss, and you enjoyed your job, but that dude loved the sound of his own voice.

The quarterly business dinners were mandatory for all employees, even for the P.A.s. Typically, they weren’t so bad, but last night, Timmons felt the need to toot his own horn for landing a massive contract with Stark Industries slash The Avengers. He went on and on about how great it was for the firm.

He was like a giant kid in a candy store with his ramblings. ‘We will be promoting the face of The Avengers and everything that goes with it,’ he spouted off like the firm was god’s gift to public relations.

You groaned at the reminder of last night’s presentation. The contract wasn’t even in effect yet, and you were sick of the Earth’s Mightiest Heroes. Timmons could be a real buzz kill.

Rolling to your back, you brought your phone up to tap the screen to read the emails you received overnight. On display was a text from 11:04 by someone named James. It read: “Goodnight, (Y/N).”

Your mind went back to last night again, trying to recall who this James was. He must be significant if you plugged his contact information into your phone already. Had you met someone last night?

Drawing a blank, you clicked on the text bubble to pull up the thread. Briefly scanning through the numerous texts, everything came rushing back. In an attempt to text your sister, Robyn, you mistakenly texted this mysterious, James.

You felt like an utter buffoon when you learned he wasn’t Robyn. You always did have a way with the cute boys. Probably why you were single. You groaned out loud as you read on.

You im safely inside my apartment. Pretty sure no one followed me home

James Did you triple check the lock on the front door?

You yes dad yeesh

James There are a lot of bad people out there. Just want to make sure you’re safe.

You sounds like you watch the news too much but its sweet of u to care

James I know from experience.

You r u the bad guy or have u been the one mugged?

James Let’s just say I have friends that have dealt with the bad things of the world.

You right i almost forgot ur a military-trained assassin athlete mchottie

James Did you ever send your sister a text?

You shit thanks for reminding me i have such a crazy story to tell her

James Only good things, I hope.

You oh yeah all the good things an enigmatic yet handsome stranger cares more about my safety than any of my ex-boyfriends ever did.

James My ma raised me right.

You id say

James_ I hate to cut this short, but I think you need your rest. Especially if you’re meeting your sister tomorrow._

You i dont want to agree but ur probably right

You whats ur name btw?

James My name? Why? Do you plan to continue texting me after tonight?

You duh ur fun to talk to

James Oh.

You or not its cool if u dont want to

James It’s James.

You nice to meet u james im (y/n)

James Nice to meet you as well.

You my sister just texted me back and were still meeting at 9 i should go 

You goodnite james

James Goodnight, (Y/N).

Oh. My. God. Had you seriously drunk-flirted with a stranger and offered to keep texting him? You had no shame with a few drinks in you.

You brought a hand up to pinch the bridge of your nose and sighed loudly.

What did you know of this James? He had a New York area phone number. Check. He could have been a real dick about your mistake but wasn’t. Understanding. Check. He worried about you getting home safely in your inebriated state. Caring. Check. Not too forthcoming with the nine to five. Secretive. Check. His mouth looked so soft and plush, and his eyes were made to drown in. Gorgeous. Check.

A heat simmered beneath your skin as you recounted the shortlist you’d made. Were you lusting over someone you’d exchanged less than forty texts with? Had you somehow woken back up in high school?

Shaking your head to clear your thoughts, you stared at the screen displaying the message thread. Were you really considering this? You nodded your head to answer your own question. Where was the harm in a little shameless flirting? If worse came to worst, you could always block him.

With your mind made up, you began typing into your phone, constructing an apology.

You Good morning! First off, I want to apologize for the way I behaved over text last night.

You Though, I do like to imbibe in the occasional drink or two, I am, by no means, a lush.

You Please take everything I said with a grain of salt. Apparently, I get loose-lipped and cheeky with free wine. 😐

You Again, I’m sorry and understand if you wanted to cease our correspondence for my behavior.

You blew out a breath and tossed your phone aside. It was up to fate now and a stranger named James.

You laid in your bed for several minutes staring at the ceiling, contemplating between whether to send a ‘haha just kidding’ text and what the weather would be like, so you could forego shaving your legs in the shower today.

Your phone chimed during the pondering of hair removal, indicating a new text. You knew it was James proclaiming you a freak and to forget his number, but secretly, you hoped it was Robyn canceling today.

Seizing the phone from your mattress top, your heart’s beat increased with each second you went without looking at the screen. Finding the courage, you flipped the device over to read the message.

James Quite the formal apology, Ms. Professor.

You smiled at the text. It didn’t tell you to pound sand or eat shit. No, it was teasing and in jest. You sighed in relief.

You Cease our correspondence too much?

James No, no it was perfect if this was 1863, and you were breaking up with me via telegraph.

You Stop!

James Exactly! ‘Never speak to me again!’ Stop. ‘It’s not you, it’s me.’ Stop.

A belly laugh disrupted the tranquil air of your bedroom. You quickly thumbed out a reply once you caught your breath.

You You’re incorrigible.

James I’m glad to see you are using proper capitalization and punctuation this morning.

You Ha!

You When you are buzzed and/or tipsy, capitals and periods be damned. Like you’re so perfect when you’re drunk.

James We all have our flaws.

Was he implying he was a sloppy texter when drunk, too? You shrugged it off as him being cryptic again.

You What are you doing up so early on a Saturday? I didn’t wake you, did I?

You were suddenly stricken with guilt. You should have waited for a more reasonable hour to send out rapid-fire apology texts. Not at 6:36 in the morning. You didn’t want last night’s behavior hanging over you, though. Better to clear the air now than later. You could always ask for forgiveness again if you had disturbed his sleep.

James I had just gotten back from my run when I saw your texts. I have training this morning.

You Oh, right. For your hush-hush, super top secret mission/quidditch game.

You You ever gonna tell me what you really do?

James_ Maybe. Someday._

How far away was someday? Was he planning to text you until you both died or until he got bored? How did texting relationships even work?

You Or is it one of those situations where if you told me you’d have to kill me?

James 😈

You There you go again--being all mysterious.

James Keep ‘em guessing and coming back for more.

You Has that strategy worked well for you in the past?

James Got you to text me again this morning, didn’t it?

You scoffed at what he had suggested. He was correct, but your stubborn streak would deny everything.

You The only reason I texted you this morning was to apologize for acting like a drunken fool last night.

And to squash the curiosity burning in your veins. But he didn’t need to know that.

James Oh.

The reply caused you to furrow your brow and your stomach to drop. You regretted not adding more levity to your last text. Of course, it wasn’t the only reason you were drawn to him.

You I appreciate that the selfie you sent wasn’t a dick pic. And you genuinely seemed to care about me getting home safely. Thank you.

You And maybe- a teeny, tiny bit- is honestly interested in getting to know you better.

You waited on pins and needles for his text, watching the pulsing ellipsis on your screen. Was he just humoring you?

James Hook. Line. Sinker.

Reading his response generated a flush from your jaw to your hairline. You growled in embarrassment. You fell for the oldest trick in the book. He baited you for a compassionate answer, and you delivered beautifully. Hook, line, and sinker, indeed.

You You’re an ass. I take everything back.

James Don’t be mad. I wasn’t sure how it was going to go, but you played into my trap wonderfully.

James If it makes you feel any better, all kidding aside, I want to get to know you better too.

James I fell asleep with a smile on my face last night and woke up with one this morning.

James Because of you, (Y/N).

A flutter broke apart in your chest. You hadn’t time-traveled back to high school; no, this was junior high territory.

You You’re lucky you’re so damn charming, James.

James Doll, you have no idea.

The subway ride into Manhattan usually gave you the chance to get a little reading in since it took nearly fifty minutes from Queens. Not today, though. You spent the entirety of the train ride texting back and forth with James. It was mundane stuff, but you were getting a grasp of who James was as a person.

You Favorite color?

James Black. You?

You Blue.

You Favorite ice cream flavor?

James Chocolate. Yours?

You Ben & Jerry’s Cherry Garcia.

James I didn’t realize we were getting specific.

You We weren’t, but that’s my favorite.

You Favorite movie?

James I like the classics- The Wizard of Oz, It’s A Wonderful Life, Frankenstein.

You I have too many to list, so don’t ask.

You Okay. Lightning round because I’m almost to my stop.

James Where are you going again?

You paused your reply for a brief second, wondering if you should divulge your destination. You’d known James less than twenty-four hours; although, it felt like weeks after this morning. Where was the harm in telling him where you were meeting your sister? There were nearly nine million people in this city. There was no way you’d ever bump into each other.

You A bakery in the Upper East Side called Two Little Red Hens. Ever been?

James Don’t think I have.

You Well, since you like chocolate, they have a fantastic cake called Brooklyn Blackout. Super rich but delicious.

James Sounds right up my alley.

You Cats or dogs?

James I’m gone too much, so cats.

The answer piqued your interest. Maybe he was an athlete. Wouldn’t it be practice and not training, though? Or he’s FBI or CIA.

You Socks on or off for sleeping?

James Off.

You Silver or gold?

James Silver.

You Morning, noon, or night?

James Night.

You How do you take your coffee?

James Room for sugar and creamer.

You Boxers or briefs?

James Boxer briefs.

You laughed out loud, looking around the subway car to see if anyone was paying attention to you. Per usual, they weren’t.

You Touché.

As soon as the train stopped, you gathered your purse close to your body and made for the exit. You followed the crowd of fellow passengers through the turnstile and ascended the stairs onto street level.

The morning sunlight caressed your skin like a warm blanket. The humidity wasn’t too bad, yet, but the threat of afternoon thunderstorms still hung in the air.

Even with the reasonably early hour, the sidewalk was stuffed with people, carrying to-go coffee cups or shopping bags. You fought for your little spot of real estate on the grimy concrete.

Stopping at a red traffic light, waiting to cross, you typed out another question for James.

You Pineapple on pizza--yay or nay?

The light changed as you finished, and the throng of pedestrians around you guided you across the street. You spotted Robyn outside the bakery as your phone dinged with a new text alert.

“Wow, I’m surprised you made it on time,” Robyn said as you hugged hello.

You looked at the clock on your phone. 8:58. “You and me both, sister.” Glancing back at your phone’s screen, you giggled.

James What kind of monster puts pineapple on their pizza??

“What’s so funny?” Robyn asked as you accompanied her through the bakery’s door.

With a grin on your face, you punched out a quick reply:

You Well, it was nice knowing you, James. It was a swell friendship while it lasted--a whole 11 ½ hours.

Robyn elbowed you softly in the ribs with a look on her face, seeking an explanation.

“Ow,” you grunted. “What?”

“You tell me. I half expected a zombie to walk through the doors today after your text last night. Not Suzie Sunshine.”

You both edged closer to the counter as the line in front of you dwindled.

James Say it ain’t so, doll! Pineapple on pizza? Really??

You let out a low chortle as you skimmed the text. You glimpsed up at Robyn as you shuffled forward in line again. “Believe me, I’m pretty hungover,” you replied, shoving your phone in your back pocket. “It’s a funny story. I’ll tell you everything when we sit.”

Robyn stared at you warily, still trying to figure out what had come over you. “Okay,” she conceded, stepping to the register to order.

With each of you supplied with an iced coffee and a peach ginger scone, you found an empty table by a window along 2nd Avenue and proceeded to tell Robyn about James.

When you stopped to catch your breath, remembering the whirlwind the last twelve hours had been, you peered at your sister for her reaction.

She stared at you like you’d grown a second head. She shook her head in disbelief. “(Y/N), what where you thinking?”

Your brow pinched in confusion. Was she actually scolding you? You crossed your arms over your chest. “I was thinking about how my big sister is always telling me to meet new people and how it’s time I thought about settling down.”

“Not like this it’s not,” she hissed. “This is how your body parts end up in someone’s freezer!”

You choked on the piece of scone you shoved in your mouth before she started ridiculing you. After coughing to clear your airway and taking a sip of your iced coffee, you leered at Robyn. “Oh, my god! Dramatic much? Have you been binge-watching Dateline again? Jesus Christ, Robyn, he’s harmless,” you countered.

“You think you’ll be so careful, but you’ll let one little detail slip, and he’ll find you,” Robyn said before taking a pull from her coffee.

“You mean, like, how I was meeting you at Two Little Red Hens at nine o’clock?”

Robyn’s mouth popped open in an O. “What the hell, (Y/N)?” she stage-whispered. “Are you trying to get yourself kidnapped and sold into sex trafficking?”

“Please,” you drew out in one long syllable. “He doesn’t know what I look like. How would he snatch me?”

“He could look you up on Facebook.”

“Without a last name?” You shook your head, no.

“What about a reverse search on your number?” Robyn asked, pushing the plate holding her scone away. “That’s a thing.”

“Perhaps, but it seems like a lot of effort for a mistake I made. It wasn’t like he was seeking me or anyone else out.”

Robyn huffed out a breath and folded her arms in exasperation. Always the protective big sister. You could tell you were breaking her down, though.

“C’ mon, Robbie. It’s all in innocent fun. I’m not saying I’m hoping he’ll turn out to be Mr. Right, but the banter is fun,” you remarked. “James is charming and witty and nice to talk to.”

Robyn shook her head once more, frowning. “I hope you know what you’re doing.”

You reached across the table for her hand and squeezed gently. “Me too.” You smiled slyly, remembering last night’s dinner and Timmons gushing about The Avengers. “If not, I know how to get ahold of a couple of centenarians who know chivalry isn’t dead.”

Chapter One | Chapter Three

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[obeymeluv]

Could you do one with an MC who is rich and has two butlers and they happen to arrive out of nowhere, and they start to become clingy, and they call MC ✨Master✨? How would the brothers react? And could you also please do the reaction of the undateables to? Thank you and keep up the great work!❤️❤️

What an interesting concept :0

These will be short-ish since you want to include the Undateables, too. Also, bear with me. First time doing the Undateables. Luke is excluded because he is a baby. 

Lucifer:

He didn’t remember this being in your selection packet. This is unacceptable.

Is very unnerved and aggravated because...why so clingy? Have some dignity!

Literally wrinkles his nose at them and scoffs

When they address you as “Master” in his presence he tries very hard not to throw something at them or make a demon noise.

Something about them addressing you like that seems like a smack in the face, like they’re flaunting their closeness and he’s just not here for it

If they get him the right way on the wrong day, he’s going to pull rank and be like ‘I was here with them BEFORE you got here and you’re in the Devildom. MY HOME. Know your place.’

Will play their game and force them to actually be a butler, dismissing them when he’s with you or requesting things. If they don’t look like they want to do it for them, he’d call them out on whether or not they’re really a butler with that shit-eating smirk on his face.

Mammon:

Is pretty excited. They’re basically his butlers now too, right?! He’s your best man so you share, right?!

If they shut him down, ignore him, or dismiss him, Mammon’s going to be super butthurt about it

Their whole clingy ‘Master’ bit is really not sitting right with him. It’s doing a number on his desire to be greedy and snap up all your time or attention

Is most likely to trick them, like sending an illusion of you down the hall just so they follow you. He’ll make off with the real you! Hey, it’s not his fault you have dumb human butlers, okay?

May just outright lie to them and convince them that they need to work odd jobs in the Devildom to support you (”Uh, yeah, no, they’re broke here. Human money doesn’t transfer, you know?”) because these simps would do it. You get more Grim and he gets you, it’s a win!

Levi

Weirded out but really interested. He’s not super close with Barbatos so this is a chance to find out exactly what being a butler entails. It’s kind of a mystery profession, he thinks

Is also convinced they may not be human butlers because he saw that in an anime once. This sends Levi on a small (constant) spying expedition to see if anything non-human happens

This may be where he realizes he has a sub kink because hearing them call you ‘Master’ makes him blush and feel some kind of way?!

The magic dies a bit when they’re dismissive and kind of protective, seeming to guard you from the bros

Gets jealous because they’re obviously close to you and that’s basically a pet name and why can’t HE have that?

They may or may not be scared by his demon form if/when he sulks around

Might trick them into playing an intense butler/serving VR game and trap them in it for a little bit. He feels like they’ve disturbed the peace of the house.

Satan

He sees their game and he’ll play it. If they’re your butlers--and good ones--they’ll cater to him, who is your company.

Lives for every moment he can catch them on a technicality and they have to include him on anything

Thinks it’s cute they call you master. If they get snippy with him, he’ll be happy to explain how that term originated with demons and it will take nothing short of their master to call him off of them

If he’s bored or just feeling some kind of way, he’ll ask them to help fetch books (at your behest, so they do it) and watch them struggle with ancient tomes that may have been enchanted to weigh a little more than normal. 

Satan lowkey feels on edge because they feel like intruders in their home, in the space they’ve let you share. Does not want them here.

Asmo

Butlers?! How quaint and cute! Seems like a scene from a book! Have you ever had a wild love affair?!

Charms them without using his powers. They somehow accept him. He appears to be tolerated more than the rest of his brothers, though he undoubtedly plays second fiddle to you. He understands.

Thoroughly enjoys pissing off his brothers via the butlers, toasting with little glasses of drink while the two of you have a private party. Oh, it’s so fun!

Will poke fun at how much they use ‘Master’. “Some people really enjoy that, you know? Is it projection or just your thing?” (It gets on his nerves because, yes, it can be overused.)

It’s a nice peek into something he doesn’t have in his life but it does lose its charm eventually. He’d much prefer the House of Lamentation go back to the way it was.

Will probably charm them right back to the human world. No need for butlers here, you have seven demons!

Beel

Almost eats one of them because he thinks random humans just showed up in the house.

He honestly thought it was some reverse summoning gone wrong and they’d be totally free game to eat. They might have bad intentions, you know?

Once he realizes they’re here for you, he apologizes but is wary.

Are they here to take you away? To check in on you? Why would they do that? You signed all kinds of paperwork stating you’d be safe in the Devildom and stuff!

Lucifer gets aggravated with them floating around and attaching to you (and lowkey trying to clean/rearrange the house) so he asks you to put them on cooking duty. You seem to want a break from them so you agree. Beel tries not to abuse this too much, but he’s glad to have extra bodies ready to cook!

Doesn’t really get the ‘Master’ thing but won’t say anything. Will idly go ask Satan if that’s a thing in the human world. He feels like it should’ve gone out of date a couple of centuries ago.

The one to ask, point blank, if you guys decide to date or get married do they then become his butlers?

Will leave alone if he’s left alone, but if they start to get hostile or sabotage his ability to hang out with you, he will think of a very passive/casual way to show his strength and why he shouldn’t be messed with.

Belphie

Almost attacked them too, but for a different reason. He’d been sleeping when they arrived and no one thought to update him. When he saw random people in the house, he thought someone may have broken in.

Cow man will defend his territory

Will definitely make fun of them when they call you ‘master’. (”Seems like something a lesser creature would do.”)

They may be here for you but they’ll learn his rules. Mainly: do not, under any circumstances, touch his cow pillow.

Couldn’t care less but if he thinks his family is being pushed away because of them, he and Satan may form a smaller ‘Butlers suck’ club and test out some new pranks for the ‘Lucifer sucks’ club.

Will doze in your lap just to hear you defend him and shoo them off. May slap one of them with his tail ‘in his sleep’.

Solomon

Butlers, hm? It wasn’t something he expected

Has no outward animosity for them. Lowkey charms them; he wants them to open up and let their guard down because he is extremely interested in body language. What are they really feeling and thinking?

May show them a few spells to break the ice

If he feels they’re stealing up your time and blocking him, he’ll play their cat and mouse game. He and Satan have a lot in common in that respect.

Secretly wonders if you can make them try his cooking. He doesn’t think it’s half bad!

May ask them for tips on cooking

If he’s bored and you both want to have a laugh, he may find a way to spike them both with truth serum and have a fun time

Secretly wants to have a real tea party-type date

Simeon

What an act of labor and love! How adorable!

He considers them to be the human version of guardian angels and he’s just so touched by it. He thinks its very cute

Dotes on them a bit, almost like they’re puppies instead of people

He is polite and literally angelic, but he is not a pushover. Should they deny him your presence out of spite or distrust, he will give them a mini-schooling (scolding) on politeness and how he prays for their heart 

Probably wins them over by being his usual neutral kind of polite self

Doesn’t quite care for them calling you master and warns them of false idols and such

Diavolo

Is very amused. You also have butlers? What a small world!

Do butlers like to hang out with other butlers?

Basically tries to arrange a butler play date

Genuinely laughs when they try to prevent him from being with you in any capacity. (”They may be your master but I am a prince. Soon to be king. Please step aside.”)

He appreciates that they’re protective of you but there IS such a thing as overdoing it and he can excuse them from the Devildom any time he wishes.

Overall takes their presence with grace because you having butlers is like him having Barbatos. They’re just very young and stubborn. He understands. They’ll mellow out soon.

Barbatos

Finds the whole thing laughable, especially when they try to prevent HIM from seeing you

Boy has been a butler for THOUSANDS of years, he knows all the dismissal tricks! 

Barbatos will idly wipe a gloved hand over something they’ve cleaned (comes from being head of cleaning staff for thousands of years) and in butler code that SMACKS of judgement and disrespect

He knows this and sometimes he does it on purpose

Barbatos is the very quiet, sly kind of petty

May send the butlers into a cleaning frenzy just because they THINK he’ll say something or they THINK he gave them the side eye

Those humans may work themselves sore and oh, what’s this? You’re suddenly free and unattended? Well, he can’t have that, can he?

Probably saw this happening in one reality or another, so he takes it like a champ. There’s just that nasty bite of pride that refuses to let him be out-butlered.

Hope you liked it, Nonnie!

[rhenuvee]

The Cute Guy (Fred Weasley x reader)

Request: Could you do a cute after the war Fred Weasley imagine where the reader is applying to work at the Weasleys’ wizard wheezes. And slowly Fred falls in love with her.

*I realized I’m an idiot for not doing this sooner so tell me if you’d like to be tagged in my future fics. I write for 3 fandoms so please specify which one!*

Announcement: In case you did not see what I put in the request guidelines, school is starting September 14th for me. You can still send in requests, but I will be a lot slower with requests. 

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Fred remembered the day he hired you to work for Weasleys’ Wizard Wheezes. It was a couple of weeks after he and George decided to reopen the shop. He saw how invested you seemed in the products and how your happy-go-lucky personality would bring a pleasant type of energy to customers. That would’ve been his genuine answer.

But now with his head in a daydream as you talked with a customer, he wasn’t sure that was the only thing that made him hire you. He saw how your bright smile lit up the room and how contagious your laugh was. He saw how pretty you looked even in just a uniform you wore to work everyday.

The shop was doing pretty well today, no complaints or accidents. However Fred could feel something not right at the corner of his eye. 

He turned to see his twin in a very exaggerated manner, resting his chin in his hands propped up on his elbows. Fred deadpanned knowing George was trying to copy him, obviously in a very dramatic way.

“Stop doing that you prat, you’re scaring the people.” said Fred pushing George. He scoffed in return of his twin’s pathetic insult.

“Me? Look at yourself.” said George pointing at Fred. The older twin grumbled, he was seriously conflicted. Each day he hid it, it seemed like his feelings for you grew more. 

“Why don’t you just ask them out?” asked George coolly as if it was the easiest thing in the whole world. Fred rubbed his temple in frustration.

“Yeah, and why don’t I step on a nail while I’m at it?”

“Good idea, tell me when you do so I can take a photograph.” Fred was about to get mad at his twin’s ignorance, but laughed dryly at his response with him instead.

“Look mate, if you don’t make your move, someone else will. You’re going to be all miserable and gloomy that your bird was taken. And I won’t be in the mood to deal with you.” explained George. Fred was annoyed at his brother for making fun of him, but also because he was right. Merlin, what was he going to do.

Meanwhile, you were at the front of the shop fixing up the love potions display and Ginny had just walked in. You became friends with her after being introduced when you were hired.

“Hey (y/n)!” her cheerful voice rang in the store. 

“Oh hi Ginny.” you said smiling and looking up from the stand.

“Want to grab lunch with me at that restaurant nearby?” she said grabbing your hand already leading you out of the shop. You partially stayed glued in place.

“Um, maybe I should ask Fred and George before going...” you said in their direction. It was kind of weird saying their names from your mouth. For the first week you called them Mr. Weasley and Mr. Weasley, but then you realized how old that must’ve made them feel after they told you about it. They were your bosses, you thought you had to address them formally!

“Who cares about them- she can go right?” asked Ginny quickly turning to her older twin brothers. Both turned their heads in sync and suddenly you felt warm knowing their gaze was on you.

“Of course love, we told you last time already.” said Fred almost out of impulse. You were busy blushing at the term of endearment to notice Ginny and George smirking and looking at Fred. 

“Okay, let’s go then.” said Ginny smiling. You waved to the twins before heading out to lunch with Ginny. George did nothing but grin and click his tongue. Fred’s expression was nothing but confusion, however George knew what he was implying about the nickname he called you. 

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“So tell me, what’s new in your life?” asked Ginny then taking a bite out of her sandwich. 

“I’m a very boring person Ginny, you know that.” you said sighing and sipping your drink. It seemed like a spark was lit in Ginny as you could feel like she jumped in her seat a little. 

“What about that cute guy you always talk about?” she teased. You facepalmed. Ever since that one time you went out with her and drank a little too much firewhiskey, you blurted out a bunch of randomness, and the cute guy was one of them. You have now learned to try and handle your liquor better.

“Oh god... you’re not still on about that are you?” you asked half serious and half pretending to be nonchalant so she could move on. 

“I am.” she replied bluntly. You rolled your eyes.

She wasn’t entirely wrong. Unfortunately, the cute guy was none other than one of your bosses- Fred Weasley. Thank Merlin you didn’t say his name directly that night. But even so, you didn’t know what to do with yourself. 

You applied to work at Weasley’s Wizard Wheezes because you genuinely loved their shop and admired how they brought smiles to people’s faces, even in dark times. And you knew the owners were the Weasley twins- but you did not know that getting a closer look at Fred would cause your knees to become jelly, or your eyes to look anywhere but his chocolate brown ones. And thus, it lead to him secretly being called ‘the cute guy’ by none other than your drunk self.

You snuck a look back at the shop which you could see from the restaurant window and sighed. Would a relationship with your boss be weird? Of course it would! I mean, you were the same age, yes- but why would he go for an employee? With looks as good as his and his charming personality he probably had lots of girls lining up for him.

“Oh my god...” said Ginny, which snapped you back from staring too long at the shop. 

“Do you like my brother?” she asked almost frantically. Uh oh, she was onto you. You had to think of a a witty response to divert her from this conversation.

“You have... a lot of brothers Ginny.” you said trying to sound as normal as possible. 

“I’m talking about Fred!” she said. She was close to stuttering out the phrase since she was so excited. You flushed red knowing she was right.

“Se he’s the cute guy! Oh this is great!” she clapped cheerfully.

“Don’t put words into my mouth.” you said turning your head away from her. In this moment you felt regret for the firewhiskey in the first place.

“Oh don’t be like that (y/n), besides he fancies you.” she said with a sly smirk. 

“My own boss? Fancies me? You really learned from their pranking don’t you?” you asked putting emphasis. Fred fancying you was something you only thought about. She rolled her eyes again.

“Don’t tell me you haven’t seen the way he looks at you.” she said. You did not. Thinking that Fred looked at you like you were special would’ve been a dream come true. You kept your mouth shut this time, you wanted to hear more.

“Ever since he’s hired you, he’s been giving you goo goo eyes, like in that one muggle movie where those ladies fangirl over that arrogant villain guy.” she explains. You were confused, and you needed to get out of this talk.

“Goo goo- fangirl- arrogant vill- ah just, you know what? You’re wrong, and you know it.” you said shaking your head. Ginny just shrugged.

“Well next time go see for yourself.” she said.

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You didn’t bother to follow Ginny’s instruction, however you couldn’t help to make ‘goo goo’ eyes yourself. He looked really good in a suit- he wore a different one everyday, and he looked good regardless of how flashy the colour of it was. 

Time flew by and you were exhausted, just one more hour and the shop will close and you can go home to your nice and comfy bed. Just a moment after a customer left, Fred came out of his office and went to the entrance door and locked it. You were puzzled, we were closing early?

“(Y/n).” he said looking at you and walking to where you were. You didn’t know what to think he was going to say, were you in trouble? You weren’t sure. George wasn’t with him.

“We’re gonna close early just tonight.” he said. God, seeing him really up close was making it hard for you to not check him out. His hair, messy as always, but somehow managed to look good. His eyes were dark and warm, a contrast to his freckles which highlighted his face. 

“If you don’t mind me asking, why?” you said softly. 

“Well you see, George and I, we...” he paused mid sentence. Little did you know they had a plan. George told Fred for both of them to have dinner with you so that he could get some type of courage to sort of deal with his feelings. George did not mind being a third wheel, not that he think you’d notice anyway. And you were a good employee so the reason was not completely a lie.

“We wanted- we thought...” he managed to get out. This was not like him at all. It was like he was rushing to say something but couldn’t. 

“Merlin- (y/n) would you like to have dinner with me?” he said. Fred decided to just get it out. You were shocked, your eyes widened, and a slight pink tinted your cheeks. 

“You know what, just forget-”

“I’d love to.” you said fighting a grin appearing on your face. Fred on the other hand did not hold back and had a huge smile. 

“Then could I...” he trailed off. You were backed up against a shelf as his hand went to your waist. He was hesitant because at this point you both knew what was about to happen. The look in your eyes and the little nod you gave was enough for him to crash his lips onto you.

It took a little while for your mind to process what was happening- you and Fred were kissing. You let your eyes flutter shut and you kiss him back, Your hands move up to his shoulders. Even with his suit you could feel his toned muscles underneath. 

“Evening.” said a smooth voice from behind. You both pulled away with faces flushed and breathing fast and looked behind Fred. You saw George leaning on the table on his elbows... except he was being very dramatic about it purposely sticking his hips way out to the side.

You both were speechless, I mean what were you supposed to say when your boss’s twin just caught you kissing Fred? After a minute of silence-

“Well, guess I’m not invited to dinner anymore.” said George sighing. 

“No wait George, you can come too.” you replied quickly. George whistled and shook his head.

“Always too kind for your own good (y/n), no wonder my less attractive twin fancies you.” teases George. You and Fred both blush in embarrassment. 

“You guys go ahead, I’m not willing to be a third wheel, I think I’ll throw up before we even start eating.” 

“But-”

“I’ll throw up!” George repeated, and then saluted and headed back into his office. Your eyesight lingered in George’s direction for a bit before turning back to Fred, your hands still on his shoulders.

“You fancy me...?” you said asking for confirmation. 

“Yeah I do, quite hard not to if you ask me, walking around the shop looking like you do.” he said smirking. Oh, he was complimenting you. You covered your wide smile with your hand.

“And you..?” he asked back.

“Oh- yeah I do, I think I have since that day I had too much firewhiskey and called you the cute guy-” you instantly shut your mouth now knowing what spilled out. The look in Fred’s eyes were getting more mischievous. The was no way he wasn’t about to get cocky at what you just said,

“The cute guy?” he teased rubbing his large hand up and down your sides and bring you slightly closer. You covered your face in embarrassment.

“I think the word you’re looking for is handsome, love.” he said with a grin. Oh god, he would never let you hear the end of this.

“Oh stop embarrassing me will you?” you said shooing him away. 

“To be fair, I think you’re pretty cute yourself...” he said tilting your chin up to meet his eyes. It was almost like he was about to lean in again.

“-but you’re going to have to tell me more about that cute guy, darling.” he said leading you out to door to dinner. You shook your head at him, he was a troublemaker for sure. What did you get yourself into?