#hear me out... was it supposed to come out late september ?

[miyku]

[aajjks]

Blow (m)

synopsis. suck the brat out of him on his birthday.

warnings: 18+ ëxplïcït thèmès. bràtty kóó, bïrthdày spècíàl, blôwjôb, orál sèx, (málè rècíèvíng), he móàns só múch!, prófàníty. súck hïs dïck súck hïs sôul, sóft yándèrè kóó.

note. happy birthday to you kook, every year I try to convince myself that I love you a normal amount but at the end of the day I am more in love w you each and every day, HAVE A GOOD DAY JK!!~ and come back soon. I can’t believe you’re 23 now 🥺🥺 time flies. ENJOY THIS FILTH GUYS! also…. my bday month started WOHOOOO!

Jungkook loves you.

Today is a special day for him, his birthday and you know it. But it’s 1 am right now yet he’s received no birthday wish from you.

He doesn’t know what you’re busy doing, but it hurts so bad that you didn’t even bother to wish him a happy birthday birthday. You’ve been dating for two years and this is the first time you have forgotten to wish him a happy birthday.

He doesn’t know what to think because he’s so sensitive when it comes to you. He’s sulking in his bed right now.

He doesn’t know what you’re doing in the kitchen, but maybe he should just go to sleep because you don’t even remember his birthday and even if you do, you didn’t even bother to wish him a happy birthday

Jungkook feels so abandoned right now

He shouldn’t feel this way because it’s not really a big deal but at the same time it is to him because your attention means everything to him and he’s so used to being the center of your attention

And he wants your attention on him, especially on his birthday

“Ughhh yn!!!” He groans before sulking down on the bed and he covers his body with the blanket so you don’t see him crying when you come back into the bed

Not even a happy birthday from you.. it’s 1 AM how is he supposed to get over this?

“You’re sleeping?” There comes your voice, and he is a startled, but only for a moment before he groans in response.

Why do you care?

“obviously I’m sleeping because you don’t even care about what date it is now.”

 Your boyfriend can be really petty. And he doesn’t care.

It’s September 1st this day should be the most important to you.

He hears your laugh, “woah! YOU’RE LAUGHING, HUH?” He exclaims, immediately peeking his head from the blanket and he’s glaring at you

“I never forget your birthday. I do so much for your birthday, but you don’t even care!” Hey sees you approach him on the bed, but he’s just so busy ranting

He doesn’t care when you sit right in front of him on the bed. “Ouch! You’re sitting on my legs.” He rolls his eyes, huffing.

He may be a diva.. but it’s all because of you

why aren’t you acknowledging the birthday boy?

“Ugh yn you frustrate me to no end oh my God—;” he is suddenly cut off when you press your lips against his.

Jungkooks eyes widen in surprise for a moment but then he feels himself melt into the kiss, your lips feel so soft against his, his anger is melting away just like him.

Jungkook enjoys kissing you very much, it’s so intimate, so sweet, so important for him, your lips move in a swift passionate manner against his and he loves the way your hands are cradling his face right now.

“mhm..” he cannot help but moan into your mouth as you tease his lower lip with your tongue. “Happy birthday baby.” You break the kiss, leaving him all breathless and dazed as you whisper so softly.

Jungkook feels his heart rate quicken. You wished him happy birthday finally and there’s a predatory look in your eye that he recognizes quite too well.

“Now… if you must know.. I was busy because I was baking your cake.” You inform him and he’s surprised. Jungkooks eyes go round, and the realization dawns on him.

That is so sweet.

“B-Baby? Really so you remembered?!!”

“Yes! How could I ever forget your birthday and the second thing is I couldn’t really leave the kitchen that’s why I got a little late with wishing you a happy birthday baby. I am so sorry…” you look down in guilt.

But jungkooks heart softens up.

“‘S okay yn.. you gave me such a good kiss and told me the reason behind your delay, which is so cute by the way, so consider yourself forgiven.”

But you shake your head and before he knows it you’re pushing him against the bed. “W-Woah—;”

“Baby I have to make it up to you and that’s what I’m doing so shut your mouth.” You shut him up.

His eyes are even wider now, his heartbeat more quicker.

He doesn’t know what to do because he doesn’t know what you’re up to.

Jungkook exclaims as he watches you take his pyjama off, “woah yn…” but you just don’t respond, he feels your hand on the hem of his underwear and he doesn’t stop you as you push it down to his knees.

His hard length is now right now infront of your eyes, your hungry eyes, he’s so hard right now.

You don’t waste any time to take him into your hand as you begin to stroke him, he groans, Finally understanding what you’re trying to do

And it is getting him excited

“O-Oh ynnnn.” He moans out your name as you work your magic before you lean downwards and suddenly spit on it, before taking him straight into your pretty mouth.

Your wet, tight eager mouth.

The sensation is too much, his back arches on the bed, as you take him in deeper, you’re sitting right between his legs now.

This is so fucking hot.

And your eyes? They’ll make him cum right now. Your eyes are wild and animalistic.

He loves the lust that is dripping from them.

You hollow your cheeks and lick his sensitive dick, any part you can, he mewls, his eyebrows furrowing.

“nghh ahh mhm.”

Your boyfriend’s moans are always so pretty, just like him. Your panties are so soaked, you cannot help but rub your legs together to get some kind of friction.

It’s his day, you’ll focus on his pleasure all night and day long.

“C-Cum for me koo..” you instruct, sucking him off. Your throat feels sore, but it’s so worth it.

The way he’s fucking it so desperately, sloppily has your pussy clenching. You need him so badly but, tonight.. you’re going to be selfless..

And give him everything that you can physically emotionally and mentally.

Because he’s the love of your life and today is the day that he was born and you were going to celebrate it with him, in more ways than one.

Jungkook loves the fact that you’re choking, gadding and crying. He fucking loves it. But yeah, you’re still being so gentle with him and so patient.

This is why he loves you so much.

You’ve made this night so special

he looks into your eyes once more and he’s cumming hard, a cry of pleasure leaves as he eagerly empties himself in your mouth.

His eyes are now closed, his lip almost bleeding from his hard he is biting it, drool on the corners of his mouth as he huffs.

You swallow, finally letting him go as you try your best to breathe at the same time. He’s fallen back on the bed, completely spent.

He’s actually high on pleasure right now.

“F-Fuck…” he curses, barely conscious

“Happy birthday koo, I love you so much, baby.. but don’t fall asleep I made cake, come.”

You wipe your mouth, swallowing his taste, you’re not really gonna have cake because you’re more than full right now

But you bet he’s hungry

And the truth is, he’s starving

But for something else entirely

[oddinary4bts]

Chasing Cars | ch 3.5 (jjk)

☆summary: when your brother goes to study on a semester abroad, your life collides with his best friend Jeon Jungkook, who's coincidentally your roommate. Will you survive the collision, or will you crumble into dust?

☆pairings: brother's best friend!Jungkook x younger sister!female reader

☆rating: 18+ (minors DNI, some chapters contain mature content)

☆genre: forbidden love?au, college!au, slice of life!au, smut, angst (as usual a lot of it), fluff

☆warnings: mention of jungkook sleeping around, curse words? but that's pretty much it

☆word count: 1.1k

☆a/n: wrote this in like twenty minutes after being unable to write for a few weeks, let's go :))))) hope you guys enjoy <3

☆series masterpost

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If I lay here If I just lay here Would you lie with me and just forget the world?

Chasing Cars, Snow Patrol

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The second Jungkook saw you crying at the door of your apartment, he knew he had to do something. It didn’t matter that he was supposed to meet with Shelly, didn’t matter that you are Taehyung’s little sister. The sight of tears on your cheeks nearly undid him, his heart clenching so hard in his chest he somehow thought it was going to burst.

Maybe that’s why he decided to cook for you. To offer you this fake Valentine’s Day date, but the more he’s been talking to you, the more the word fake has been losing its meaning, replaced by a yearning for you he’s been trying to forget since the day he met you. 

It’s been resurfacing lately, and no matter the amount of reminding himself that your brother is Taehyung, the yearning has yet to go back into the deep slumber it had been in since early September. The fact that you got jealous about Shelly contributes to it all, rendering him practically speechless as he sits next to you.

Mindlessly, he sings along to the song - I Wanna Be Yours by Arctic Monkeys - eyes lost in the flame atop the candle you’ve lit earlier. He feels your gaze on him the second you turn your head towards him, and his heart skips a beat in his chest.

He meets your gaze, letting out a small laugh. “Why are you looking at me like this?” 

He meant for it to be teasing, but he rather sounds slightly breathless, and he can only hope you haven’t noticed.

“You have a beautiful voice.”

The compliment hits deep, right in his beating organ. Stabs it until all there is is you sitting next to him, and the room fades out of focus.

“Nah,” he lets out.

“No, I’m serious,” you insist, nodding your head. “I often hear you hum and… you sing really well.”

He thinks he’s blushing. He knows he is - how can you make him such a mess?

He scrunches up his nose. “Stop it.”

You roll your eyes. “Just take the compliment,” you say, and you laugh as he pulls on his piercings. 

His heart is beating loud, so loud he doesn’t think he hears the music anymore. There really is just you, like you’re the centerpiece to his universe, and he thinks he’s dumb. Dumb and stupid and all kinds of foolish, yet all he manages to do is whisper, “We should have hung out like this before.”

It’s like the world is holding its breath. Or maybe it’s him, his lungs filling with apprehension at the words he’s uttered aloud even though he shouldn’t have.

“Yeah?” you breathily reply.

Jungkook can’t breathe. Not when he feels you leaning in, and like a meteor, he can’t resist your gravity. Can’t resist leaning in too, meeting you halfway there. When your lips touch, he thinks, will he be the meteor, dust burned in your atmosphere, or will he crash down to you like a meteorite would?

The answer comes when you hesitantly pull away, eyes wide. He doesn’t move, can’t move, and then he’s pulling on your arm, because of course he's the meteorite. His eyes flutter shut the second your feather-soft lips touch his again, and you sigh like you’ve been waiting for this all night. 

Much like he has, if he’s honest. But he’s been waiting for much longer, even if he pretended he wasn’t.

Even if he fucked around like he did before, trying not to think about you. Though he pushes that thought away the second that it’s formed in his mind - he doesn’t want to think about anything else when he’s kissing you.

He wants it to be just you, and it's as easy as breathing as he tilts his head to the side so that he can deepen the kiss. His hand trails up your arm, stopping on your shoulder for half a heartbeat before he moves it to the side of your neck, his thumb swiping at your jaw gently.

He sighs, the weight of the yearning finally lifting from his shoulders, and he can’t help but tease your bottom lip with his tongue. You’re quick to reciprocate, and your tongues meet in a languid dance that makes his mind spin, though he keeps the kiss slow, passionate.

He wants to enjoy every single second of this before time is up. He pulls you closer, hand finding the nape of your neck, his heart racing in his chest as you put your hand right above the beating organ. He reckons you notice, because your fist closes on a handful of his shirt, and you pull him closer too. Jungkook immediately reacts by shifting in his chair to allow you space so that you can straddle him.

The weight of you in his lap causes a physical response in him that he’s afraid you might notice, yet you don’t move, don’t say anything. Just keep on kissing him like time is stretching in an eternity for you and him, and he thinks it is.

He thinks the world might have truly stopped outside, and he’s not going to complain about it. No, instead he holds your waist as you wrap your arms around his neck. He keeps on kissing you, getting drunk to the taste of you, and when your hands move up to tug at his hair, arousal erupts in him so loud his tongue grows more insistent, startling you. 

Startling him, too.

You pull away, though you remain close enough for him to imagine that this is real, to imagine that he can kiss you again. But then Taehyung invades his thoughts, and anxiety pumps in his blood until he finds himself regretting it. But he doesn’t say it yet though, needing this moment to stretch for a little longer still.

He wraps his arms around your waist in a tentative embrace, and you rest your head on his shoulder. Your warm breath tickles his neck, yet he remains immobile, appreciating your proximity. His grip on you loosens as he realizes a new song has started playing while you kissed, and he stiffens slightly when you peck his neck, sending shivers down his spine. 

He’s dead. Jungkook is a dead man, and he pushes you away gently, until your gazes connect. Your eyes are shining, and you’re so beautiful, so angelic like this he thinks it doesn’t have to matter.

But it does. It does matter that you’re Taehyung’s sister, and though it kills him to say it, Jungkook murmurs, “Now you’ve had a fake Valentine Day kiss.”

Read chapter three here!

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Come scream with me please I can't he's so ashgfknglefg

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[yikesmary]

Hello

how about idol mingyu hypnotized by reader from the moment he sees her -you can choose where and how they meet- I just mingyu pining over her 💚

HYPNOTIZED — kim mingyu x reader

summary: where you've got seventeen's mingyu hypnotized, and he doesn't mind it one bit.

note: hey everyone🧍‍♀️

I don't know if I'm officially back, I just wanted to post something right before new years since I haven't posted since september and you guys deserve more than that. I might post here and there, but nothing too serious so don't expect me to come back with consistent posts. hope you guys enjoyed this though! <333

"We're going to be late, love!" Mingyu called out from outside of your room and you could practically hear him pace, as if he wasn't the guest of honor and the party couldn't exactly start without him and the other guys.

Dating an Idol wasn't at all like you expected—and you didn't even have any expectations in the first place. You had been introduced by Mingyu by Wonwoo, whom you had known for a couple of years now. Initially, you were a bit wary of going on the date, considering you've heard all kinds of stories from Wonwoo.

However, what won you over was how Wonwoo described Mingyu; 'the human version of a golden retriever'. Now, if anyone else said that, you wouldn't have believed them. However, this was Wonwoo, and the fact that he had said this with the most monotone voice ever and his face as serious as ever, so you just had to meet the guy that got Wonwoo to say such nice things about him.

You then went on one date with Mingyu and many more dates after that, until you guys started dating and eventually moved in together. The relationship wasn't totally public; while fans knew that Mingyu was dating (thanks to Dispatch, who had photographed you guys together, but your face was pretty well hidden), no one knew who he was dating specifically.

You supposed that it was a blessing in disguise that people knew Mingyu was dating but didn't know who it was. Most CARATs were happy that Mingyu had been dating, which you were happy to see since you didn't know how exactly they'd react when news first broke out.

Of course, there were some instances where people tried to sleuth and find out through various methods on who Mingyu was dating, but the two of you knew better and did everything you could in order to hide your relationship.

Those who know about your relationship have commented on how it must be hard dating someone like Mingyu, but you've told them that it was worth it and that you'd do it if it meant staying with Mingyu. Usually, you've said this with Mingyu not around, but the first time he heard it, you swore that he had never looked more in love than that moment.

"The car is waiting for us and— oh," Mingyu started to say, but had interrupted himself as he spotted you, who was fastening your heels.

You stood up and adjusted your dress accordingly, making sure that there were no wrinkles. You opened your mouth to say something, but there was no time as Mingyu quickly moved across your bedroom to you and captured you in a kiss.

Startled, you eventually kissed back once you realized what was happening. To balance yourself, you wrapped your arms around Mingyu's neck, your arms lightly touching his hair. Meanwhile, his hands went around your waist, pulling you closer.

You kiss for a few moments before you realize where you guys weren't, so you pull away. "I thought we were going to be late," you said, a bit breathless at the kissing.

"Did I say that? Now that I think about it, I don't have to attend. There's 13 of us, they wouldn't notice if I was missing," Mingyu said before trying to kiss you again, but you stopped him, making him pout.

"Nope, you've already used that excuse. Remember when you thought you could not attend an award show to spend the day with me and Seungcheol noticed? The guys didn't let that go for a whole month," you scolded him, this time pulling fully away from him.

"I'll take the fall for it, let's just stay home," Mingyu practically begged, but you weren't having it.

"How about the driver?" you countered, moving away in order to get your bag.

"I was going to pay him anyways, and I'll give him a tip or something," he shrugged.

"We're still going,"

As you and Mingyu walked towards the front door, Mingyu albeit walking slightly slower than you since he was sulking, he abruptly blocked the front door, stopping you in your tracks.

"Gyu, we're going to be late, like you said. You can't resort to using your strength to stop us, no matter attractive I think it is," you retorted.

"You think I'm attractive?"

"Of course you are! Look at you!" You exclaimed, gesturing to the entirety of him.

Mingyu blushed but grabbed one of your hands to pull you closer to him. "Did I tell you that you look beautiful today?" He asked, putting your face in between his hands gently, making sure he didn't mess up your make up.

"Just today?" you teased.

"Well, you look beautiful every day. And all the days after that,"

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[lixzey]

professor, professor

September 1, 1993

Your heels clicked against the stone floor as you walked inside the Defense classroom late at night. Your eyes scanned the room as you reminisced about the days you spent inside the classroom as a student.

Professor Dumbledore had hired you at the last minute as an assistant for the new Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor. At first, you were skeptical—why would the defense against the dark arts professor need an assistant? All the defense professors you had when you were a student never had assistants, so this was a first. The headmaster didn’t elaborate much; all you knew was that it was needed. 

You agreed, of course, since you terribly needed the extra income. The job you had barely paid for rent and utilities, let alone food. You had been living in the muggle world since that fateful Halloween night in 1981. You spent the last twelve years blending in with muggles, though it isn't much of a problem since you were a half-blood, but you lost everything you had ever known. You lost your family in the most tragic way possible; they weren’t related to you by blood, but they were family—the only family you’ve ever known.

August 31, 1993

You sat in the living room of your one bedroom flat with a tin of biscuits in your lap that you bought along with a few groceries with the last of the money you had, hoping it would ease your hunger and last a few more days until you could get another job. 

For the last twelve years, you’ve been in and out of jobs—not one lasting more than a year. You had been a waitress, a bartender, a street sweeper, and a cashier at a grocery store and café; hell, you even tried to become a stripper out of desperation. 

You sighed deeply, rubbing your temples. You were thirty-three yet you still haven’t figured out your life. It wasn’t supposed to be like this; it never was. Voldemort took everything, leaving you miserable and alone. 

While you were reading and eating the biscuits you had just opened, you suddenly heard a knock on the door. Your brows furrowed in confusion. You weren’t expecting anybody—you haven’t expected anyone for the last twelve years. You took a deep breath, placing your book and the tin of biscuits down on the coffee table in front of you before getting up to open the door. When you opened the door, your eyes widened. Albus Dumbledore was on your doorstep. 

“P-Professor Dumbledore?” 

“Good evening, Miss L/N.” Dumbedore’s blue eyes twinkling. “May I come in?” 

You nodded, dumbfounded, stepping aside to let your old professor inside. The Headmaster made his way to your living room, sitting comfortably on your worn-out couch. 

“This is an unexpected surprise, Professor. Is there anything I can help you with?” You asked as you grabbed a chair from under the coffee table. “I don’t usually have visitors, but I have tea; if you’d like, I can start the kettle.”

“There’s no need, Y/n,” Dumbledore answered with a smile that almost looked like pity. “I won’t be staying too long, my dear.”

You raised an eyebrow at him. “Then why are you here, Professor? How did you even find me?” You asked, confused as to why he was here; it certainly wasn’t a visit to his old student.

“I hear you’re looking for a job.” Dumbledore said thoughtfully. 

“How’d you know that? I haven’t stepped inside the Wizarding World in almost thirteen years.”

“I have my ways, Miss L/N.”

You rolled your eyes at your old professor. “Yes, I’m looking for a job. Hell, I’d take any job.” 

“How would you like a job at Hogwarts?”

Your heart skipped a beat at his offer. A job at Hogwarts? The place you once called home. It seemed too good to be true. “What kind of job?” You asked, still skeptical about the offer.

“I need an assistant for the new Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor,” Dumbledore explained. “I believe you are well-suited for the position as you are one of the brightest students in your year. The pay isn't quite as much as I'd like to offer, though,” Dumbledore continued. “But there is room and board, of course, and full meals and such.”

It was as if the air had been sucked out of your lungs. A real job, a consistent job. A job at Hogwarts, the place that had been a second home to you for the important years of your life. The place where you met your friends and formed bonds that were stronger than any other.

“I'll take it.” You said without hesitation.

“I thought you might,” Dumbledore's eyes twinkled with satisfaction and moved to stand. “I'll see you tomorrow at the start of term, Miss L/N.” 

“Thank you, Professor.” 

“You’re welcome, my dear girl.” Dumbledore smiled. “Oh, I nearly forgot. Have you read the Daily Prophet recently?”

You shook your head, your brows furrowing. “I haven’t looked at anything from the Wizarding World since James and Lily died.” 

“I suggest you take time to invest in a copy of the Daily Prophet, Miss L/n.” Dumbledore smiled again, though his eyes were telling otherwise. Before you could utter another word, he apparated out of your flat with a loud pop. 

You hadn’t gotten a chance to get a copy that night since the next day was the start of term and you were already in a hurry to pack your trunk. You still have no idea what your old professor was implying, though you didn’t let it bother you too much. 

As you continued to look around the classroom, memories of your Hogwarts days came flooding back. 

The way you and your friends—James, Sirius, Peter, and Remus—would always sit together in every class Always plotting pranks for the Slytherins—mainly Severus Snape and other unsuspecting students. 

There was Lily, who always told you not to encourage the boys, but she also had a mischievous side you loved. 

Then there were Mary and Marlene, who loved to chatter and talk, always sharing all the gossip with you and Lily. 

And finally, though he was a part of the Marauders with you, Remus. You loved him more than words could ever describe. You and Remus had dated at the start of your fifth year. He was the calm to your storm, the voice of reason when you and James were off planning another ridiculous prank. Remus was kind and caring, always making sure that you were okay and safe. He was your best friend, your confidant, and the love of your life. There was something about Remus that made your heart flutter every time he smiled, or how his eyes sparkled when he talked about something he was passionate about. You were drawn to his intelligence, his kindness, and his unwavering loyalty. 

They were your family, the family built on love.

You felt a pang in your chest at the thought of Remus. It had been years since you had last seen him—years since he pushed you away after James, Lily, and Peter's deaths and Sirius’ betrayal. You couldn’t blame him, but you were hurting too at that time. It wasn’t fair that he broke your heart because he couldn’t take the pain of losing your friends. You have resented him for breaking your heart ever since. 

You sighed, brushing the painful memories aside. Maybe this was the fresh start you'd been waiting for. A chance to leave your past behind and embrace the future. With a new job at Hogwarts, life was looking up.

Lost in your thoughts, you didn't realise that someone had entered the room until you heard a deep, familiar voice behind you. “Who are you? What are you doing in this classroom?” 

You quickly whipped your head around to see the person you weren't expecting to see in a long while—Remus Lupin was standing in the doorway, looking confused and shocked at the sight of you. The two of you locked eyes for what felt like an eternity, silence painfully enveloping the two of you. 

“Y/n,” Remus finally managed to say. “H-How have you been?”

All the pain and hurt came flooding back with a vengeance. You felt your heart loudly thumping in your chest as anger coursed through your veins. “Cut the crap, Remus,” you spat. “What the bloody hell are you doing here?”

Remus’ eyes widened, clearly not expecting hostility from you. “I-I’m the new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor.”

“You have got to be fucking kidding me.” You scoffed, your eyes narrowing at him. 

“I wish I wasn’t.” Remus shrugged. 

“Oh hell no, I am not working with you.” 

Remus raised a brow. “What do you mean?” 

Before you could reply, Professor Dumbledore and Professor McGonagall entered the classroom.

“Ah, I see you two have been reacquainted," Dumbledore said, his eyes twinkling. 

“You didn’t tell me he was going to be the new professor,” You snapped, glaring at Dumbledore. “I would have refused the job if I had known.” 

“I understand your reluctance, Miss L/N,” Dumbledore said calmly. “But I assure you, Professor Lupin will be an asset to Hogwarts. You will be assisting Professor Lupin in his classes. I believe the two of you working together will be beneficial for both of you.”

Remus scowled. “What do I need an assistant for? I’m perfectly capable of teaching; thank you very much.” 

“I assume you're aware of Professor Lupin's condition, Miss L/N?” Dumbledore asked, making Remus scoff.

“Yes, but I-”

“That settles it, you would be substituting for Professor Lupin once a month, until he is healed and deemed fit to work by Madam Pomfrey.”

“With all due respect, sir, I can’t work with him,” you protested, crossing your arms over your chest, glaring at Remus. “I don’t care how dire the situation is; I refuse to be around him.” 

“Now, now, Miss L/N,” Professor McGonagall chimed in. “You two will have to learn to work together. You both are highly capable, having been the top students when the two of you graduated. The students will benefit from your expertise in defense against the dark arts,” Professor McGonagall gave you and Remus a soft smile. “You both will need to set aside your differences and work together for the sake of the students and the school. It’s time to put the past behind and focus on the present.”

You clenched your jaw, feeling a mix of anger, resentment, and frustration. The last thing you wanted was to work with Remus after everything that had happened between the two of you. But seeing the determined and hopeful looks on the faces of Dumbledore and McGonagall, you knew you had no choice.

You let out a heavy sigh, turning to Remus with a stern look. “Fine, I’ll do it. But I better get a raise.”

Dumbledore chuckled. “Of course, Miss L/N.” 

Remus nodded, his expression unreadable. “I understand. I’ll do my best to make this work.”

Dumbledore nodded at Remus. “I have faith in both of you. I trust that you will be able to put your personal feelings aside and work together for the betterment of Hogwarts and the students.” 

You rolled your eyes, feeling a wave of exhaustion wash over you. The past was haunting you at every turn, and you hated it. But you had no choice; you terribly needed this job, and you weren’t going to let it go just because of him. 

“One more thing, Miss L/N, Mister Lupin,” Dumbledore started, his eyes twinkling with amusement. “The two of you will be sharing living quarters for the whole semester.”

“What?” You and Remus both said in unison, disbelief written all over your faces. 

“Consider it team bonding,” Dumbledore said with an amused smile. “I’m sure the two of you will find a way to make it work.” 

You pressed your lips into a thin line, feeling dread settling in the pit of your stomach. Sharing living quarters with Remus—a man who had broken your heart and pushed you away after everything that had happened—was not something you were looking forward to.

You gritted your teeth, forcing a smile as you nodded. You didn't have a choice but to go along with it, despite the knots of discomfort and resentment that twisted in your stomach. It seemed that working at Hogwarts was going to be even more complicated than you had initially thought.

“At least tell me we have separate rooms.” 

“Of course, Miss L/N,” Dumbledore nodded. “You will each have your own separate rooms, fear not.”  You let out a breath you didn't know you were holding, feeling a bit of relief at the mention of separate rooms. At least you wouldn't have to spend the whole semester sharing a room with Remus, a thought that made your skin crawl.  

“Well then, we shall leave you two to make the necessary arrangements,” Dumbledore said, giving you and Remus a reassuring smile before leaving the room with Professor McGonagall.  

You and Remus stood in awkward silence for a moment, both of you avoiding eye contact. The tension between the two of you was palpable, and it was suffocating. You sighed and finally turned to Remus with a cold stare. “Don't get too comfortable, Lupin,” you warned. “This doesn't mean we're suddenly best friends again.”

Remus flinched when you called him by his last name, but nonetheless he nodded, understanding your apprehension. “I don't expect us to be best friends again, Y/n,” he said quietly. “But for the sake of the students and the school, we could at least try to get along.”

You narrowed your eyes at him, still not convinced. “We'll see,” you replied with a dismissive tone. 

Remus met your cold gaze with a resigned expression. “I understand,” he replied evenly. “I don't expect us to be friends again. I don't expect us to be anything other than colleagues.”

You scoffed, feeling the weight of your past grudges and hurts. “Colleagues. That's all we'll ever be.”

Remus nodded. “I know.”

The two of you stood there in uncomfortable silence, knowing that once again, your lives had become even more complicated. You both needed this job and living at Hogwarts, and you wouldn't let your personal differences get in the way of it, no matter how difficult it might be. 

But one thing’s for certain: it was going to be an interesting year at Hogwarts.

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[dinasfavslut]

LoserEllie x Fem!reader

a/n: This fic was supposed to come out in late August or early September, so I am a month late, and I'm sorry. I hope you enjoy it since I've spent a while on this (I started writing and never finished).

Warnings:smut 18+ Minors just dont interact, Smoking, Sexual thoughts, Cussing, Pet names, Teasing, Oral, Fingering, Slight mention of strap, Squirting

Everyone is aware that Ellie smokes; we have all seen it. Of course, there are also the dealer Ellie fics, which I absolutely love, but just picture Ellie making reader squirt for the first time while high!

Ellie calls you over for the "usual" hangout of smoking, fighting while playing the latest video game she purchased, exchanging lust-filled glances at each other, and taking turns going to the restroom to deal with your neediness so you don't pounce on one another. The typical predicament continues.

"Okay, how about a crash bandicoot?”

She places the joint between her soft pink lips and says, "I mean, it's whatever." Her fingers, god, her fingers, her hands, and how she flexes them after spending long hours writing or drawing, playing the guitar, rolling blunts and joints—you could go on and on...and on—is almost down to her fingers when she takes another drag.

You two have long been "friends." Everyone in town knows that you and Ellie are more than "just friends", but as far as the relationship goes, it isn't dating or just a friendship, and that kills you. You like Ellie; you really like her, and smoking enhances that feeling toward her. Additionally, it also helps to want to get pounded by her right on the couch.

She had already loaded the game and begun playing while you were still deep in thought. She was so engrossed in her game that you could see her thumbs and fingers pressing and moving the various buttons. "I'm going to get a snack, Els. You want something." She gave a brief glance over, not straining her head from facing the TV. Her gaze seemed to remain fixed on your body as you stood up, pressing your thighs together as you did so.

"Yeah..." You entered the kitchen in search of a bite to quell your hunger. You discovered cookies, popcorn, Cheezits, and wet wipes after searching the cabinets. Why were wet wipes kept in the snack cabinet?

“Ellie?” You gave her a concerned-confused look as she held up the wipes.

“What?” She looked at you, and you just waved around the wipes.

"Uh, well, keep the ants away.”

“Where the fuck did you hear that?”

“I read it or something somewhere... But that isn't a snack, bubs.” Obviously, the wet wipes weren't a snack. You walk over to her and straddle her lap.

"I'm not going to make you eat the wet wipes." Your thoughts had returned to what had just been said a few moments prior: "Wait, Ellie Williams, do you have ants!?" She gave you a dumbfounded look like a middle school boy who had just been scolded. "You have ants when you were about to let us eat food from your cupboard?"

"Calm down, baby. The wet wipes carried out their duties."

"And how do you know that?"

"I didnt hear any screaming that you saw an ant," she said. She shifted into a new position, pushing her hips a up little higher. You noticed this bump or something rigid. None of those properly expresses what you felt. The bulge in her pants was pressing directly on your clit while you were seated on Ellie's lap. You were soaked through, which was unfortunate for you. You were wet before, of course, but now it was leaking through.

Ellie picked you up and set you down next to her, but she quickly noticed the mess you had made beneath yourself. "You, um, do you need any help with..." you nodded quickly in order to get to you something you have been waiting ages for while also stopping her from finishing her sentence she laid you down in front of her, lifted up your skirt to let it rest on your torso, and pulled off the green underwear you had chosen to wear that day, which of course would need to be washed. "Just relax for me; it is okay, I’l make it feel good, promise". You trusted her i mean why wouldnt you- your trusted ellie with yourself at least, so when she kept kissing the inside of your thighs, you didn't question, but you did whine.

“Els please” 

"Right, I'm sorry." She gave you her silly little smile before returning to her task at hand. Her lips were almost immediately attached to your clit. You whimpered and gasped loudly from her movements. The effects of the weed haven't faded quite yet, making all of Ellie's movements feel 10 times better, but let's be real, it's Ellie fucking Williams, and you've been wainting for this forever.

“E-el-” She slid her agile, calloused fingers into your cunt, causing you to let out an exasperated gasp, followed by a loud moan. You tilted your head forward to see her face. Her eyes were stuck to the way you just kept dripping and how her fingers were being swallowed up so easily.

“Ive got you, babe. Lay back for me. Can you do that for me, pretty girl?" Responding to her request, you nod and lay down. The pace of her fingers quickens, and she hits a spot that makes your head feel light and your tummy coil.

 "Els, please." Ellies, ignoring your pleads, having lust take over. Completely, you feel yourself about to let go at any minute, any second, but it's not like all the times you've fingered yourself to the thought of her before. Ellie's mouth on your clit,  her fingers thrusting out of you, you moan louder than you even knew your voice could handle. She continued quickening her pace until she drained everything out of you. You “came” all over her hands, face, and couch. She pulled her head back and paused for a moment. “I-I am so sorry, I didn't mean.”

She places her finger over your mouth to hush your apologies. "It's alright, angel; I know you couldn't help it.” You were embarrassed by your actions, but somehow, even though she had a big mess that she had to clean up, her reassuring words made everything fine. She leans right over you and places a kiss on your lips. “I think I'm in love with you. Actually, I know that I'm in love with you. I love you, bubs.”

"I love you too Els."

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The Rare Bookseller 90s AU: Lily's Rental

This came to me in a dream. I don't know how much of it I'm going to write, but I love the late 90s as a setting and couldn't resist.

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tw: hypnosis, kidnapping

September 12, 1998

Lisa shook her can of Mountain Dew, dismayed that there didn't seem to be any more in it. She'd had three sodas tonight and was still struggling to stay awake.

She was working the late shift at the video store again, and she was really more bored than she was tired, the endless preview reel playing on the TV above her head doing little to hold her attention. She'd grown tired of the book she brought with her, she'd already restocked the candy and cleaned out the returns, and as she lived in a city that very much slept, there weren't a lot of customers so late on a weeknight.

Maybe no one would notice if she rested her head on the counter for just a few minutes and…

The sound of the door sliding open had her jerking back awake. "Welcome to Blockbuster, can I help you find anything?" she said on instinct.

"Well, you're a helpful one!" said the customer in an annoyingly cloying voice. "But we're just looking to browse the movies. Don't mind us."

She was wearing a floral sundress and tights, and looked a little too put-together for someone looking to rent a video at 11:40pm on a Tuesday. Trailing behind her was a man with a purple flannel shirt, a long blonde ponytail, and sunglasses perched on his head for some reason.

Far from the strangest people she saw in this job, of course.

"I'm feeling something with a lot of action," said the man as he walked deeper into the store. "What are you thinking?"

"I was thinking of -- ooh, no one told me Titanic was out on video!" The woman had stopped in front of the cardboard Titanic standee, apparently having lived under a rock until today.

"Did you somehow miss the nonstop ads on TV?" said the man, echoing Lisa's thoughts.

"I don't have time to watch that much TV. Some of us work for a living, you know," she said. "We have to rent this."

"Isn't it supposed to be four hours long? You know my attention span sucks."

"It'll be fine. I'll let you know when the interesting parts are happening."

Normally Lisa would mind her own business and not be especially interested in the usual chitchat of customers picking out movies, but right now it was the only thing keeping her alert. She idly flipped through a catalog as they talked.

The man picked up one of the many rental copies of Titanic and flipped it in his hands, a dubious look on his face. "I guess. And Lex might like it, he loves tragedy. It's cute when he's trying not to cry."

"I don't know, does Lex watch movies with color? You might blow his mind."

"I'm pretty sure he's still getting used to talkies."

"Anyway, I'm definitely getting this," said the woman. "And I think there's something else I'd like to take with me…"

Her tone of voice was a little strange. Lisa's brows furrowed in confusion as she pretended to be interested in winter fashion.

"Oh, right," the man said. "Brian wanted some video game. Ah, shit, what was it? I should've written it down. Final something."

"That's not what I'm talking about. Come on, Fitz, I want to show you something."

The two disappeared behind the rack of horror movies, their voices too low for Lisa to hear what they were saying. She was starting to get uneasy now. They were probably planning to shoplift, which was not at all the kind of excitement she was hoping for. Lisa ran her hand over the panic button on the underside of the counter, just in case.

The two split up and seemed to be browsing the movies. Lisa was keeping her eye on the man -- Fitz, what a goofy name -- who was over by the video game rentals, watching if he tried to slip one under his shirt. At the moment, he was staring at the video games as though they were some puzzle he needed to solve. This guy really didn't seem clever enough to get past our security, so maybe he was a distraction while --

"Hello, I had a question!" said the woman cheerfully. She had walked up to the front desk without Lisa even noticing, because she was too focused on the other customer.

It was probably part of their scheme -- the woman would distract the clerk, while the man stole video games. Lisa made a point of keeping her eye on Fitz while talking to her. "Sure, what do you need?"

"I was wondering if you have any good movies to help me sleep at night. Something calm… relaxing…" She yawned, and Lisa had to fight not to yawn along with her. "I have a hard time sleeping, and I take medicine that makes me so drowsy, so I could really use videos that will help me sleep."

"Um…" Lisa blinked slowly, feeling like her head was stuffed full of cotton. "We have some, um… some nature videos. Over there in the nature video section. Those are relaxing." God, she was way too fucking tired for this. She couldn't even think straight.

"Nature videos do sound relaxing. So, so relaxing." The woman's voice was very soothing, and her eyes were soothing too. "I think I might be able to fall asleep to a video of rain or waterfalls. Do you have anything else that would help me sleep? I get so tired this late at night."

Lisa yawned wide, and as oxygen hit her brain, she realized that she was being super unprofessional (not that she would get in trouble or anything) and that she had completely lost track of Fitz. Instead, she was gazing into this stranger's eyes, like that was a normal thing to do. "Well… uh…" she said, trying to tear herself away. "I think we probably have… like, lullaby videos for babies? In the kid videos. And we probably have some meditation videos over in the self-help section."

"Lullabies sound perfect," said the woman, a comforting smile on her face that made Lisa feel warm inside. "Lullabies are perfect when it's time for you to go to sleep. Don't you think so, Fitz?"

"I think you're right, Lily."

Lisa's hand was grasped by hands that were cold but incredibly soft. She realized that Fitz had also come up to the front desk, and was holding her hand for some bizarre reason. Before her sluggish thoughts could catch up to her and she could try to pull away, he began to rub a slow circle into her palm, and Lisa…

…just couldn't…

"There we go, sweet girl. You're so tired, aren't you? Tired and sleepy," said the woman. Lily.

"Mmm, she looks so drowsy. Like she could nod off at any second," Fitz agreed, as he stroked the palm of her hand so gently, a motion that seemed to steal away her focus and muddle her thoughts.

"Drowsy and docile. You'll be drowsy and docile for me, won't you?"

Fitz used his other hand to run his fingers down her jaw and tip her chin into his gaze. "You heard her. Drowsy and docile. Isn't that right?"

Lisa felt herself nod slowly. "Drowsy… and docile…" she said, her voice sounding like it was coming from a million miles away.

This wasn't right. There were alarms going off in the back of her mind, warning her of the danger. They were going to rob her. She was going to be in so much trouble. Why was she acting like this? Why couldn't she wake herself up?

"Shhh, shhh, just relax, dear," said Lily. "Everything's just fine. You're tired, aren't you? You just want to sleep."

"Go to sleep." Fitz's fingers traced down her neck. "Just go to sleep."

"I… I don't…" Lisa's vision was blurring, the buzzing fluorescent lights slipping in and out of her mind as her eyes began to close.

"It's okay, dear. Just have a little nap. You're safe with us. You can sleep."

"You look so, so tired. You want to shut those eyelids, don't you?"

"You do. You want to shut those heavy eyelids and go to sleep. It's time to sleep, dear. Sleep…"

Lisa, making a last ditch effort to resist whatever was happening here, pulled open her leaden eyelids. The new releases shelf was at an angle -- no, her head was tipped over, almost sinking onto the counter. Why couldn't she snap out of it, stay awake? It all felt like a dream -- not even the strangest dream she'd had about the shop.

"Poor sleepy girl," Lily whispered in her ear. "You're going to fall asleep now, all right? No more resisting, no more fighting, just a comfortable deep sleep."

The drowsiness was pouring into her from her hand and face where Fitz was touching her, like she was being drugged. Her thoughts strayed briefly to the panic button under the counter before her eyes shut and she slumped over completely. She just couldn't seem to stop herself from falling asleep…

"I've got her." Hands wrapped around Lisa's waist, and Fitz's voice was much closer now. "I can see why you wanted to take her. She smells delicious."

"I know good merchandise when I see it," said Lily.

Delicious? Merchandise? Lisa tried to stir.

"Shh, don't worry about it," said Lily, brushing hair out of Lisa's face. "Sleep tight. Pleasant dreams."

Lisa could feel herself being lifted in the air and carried, but she was too much asleep to protest or do anything about it.

"So I'm guessing we're taking her to the auction house, then?" said Fitz. "D'you think the Blockbuster's going to charge us a late fee if we don't return her?"

"Very funny, and yes, let's take her to the auction house. We can run a background check to make sure we haven't picked up anything too dangerous. I'm thinking she's going to fetch a nice payday," said Lily. "Oh, is this the video game your thrall wanted?"

"Hell if I know, but it's probably close enough. Could you grab that for me? Thanks."

Cool night air hit Lisa's face, waking her up just slightly as she realized she must be outside. Someone needs to close up the shop, she thought in a bleary daze. She heard a car door open.

"Stay with her in the back and keep her asleep, okay?"

"You're better at keeping thralls asleep. Are you sure you don't want to do it?"

"No, because I'm also better at driving. It'll be easier to keep her calm if we don't have you slamming the brakes and pounding the horn --"

"Oh c'mon, I only do that to people who deserve it."

The next thing Lisa knew, she was laying down. Her legs were only halfway on the seat and her head was in someone's lap. A chilled hand stroked her forehead and combed through her hair, and Lisa couldn't help but sink into it, losing herself.

"…could just take her home, you know."

"…don't think she's…"

"…don't you think she'd be a good match for…"

"…but she'd be worth…"

The voices slowly faded away as Lisa slipped deeper into slumber.

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[brainddeadd]

"I fucking adore you. I love you. And you love me too. So why the fuck are you running from me?"

fluff, angst if you squint, fem!reader

September 2022

“Aren’t you going to go with them?” Y/N asked, nudging her shoulder in the direction of the other girls, but Lisa just shook her head and turned to start walking back towards the apartment building.

“Come on, we’ve got shows to watch and junk food to eat.” She called over her shoulder and Y/N stared at her in shock for a few moments, before jogging softly to catch up with the taller girl, complaining about her longer legs, causing Lisa to laugh and offer to give her a piggy-back ride, to which Y/N shoved her lightly.

“You shit.” Y/N muttered when Lisa made her footsteps comedically smaller and slower, trying to match the smaller girl’s own footsteps. “I hate you.”

“No you don’t.” Lisa replied, smiling cheekily. “If you did, you would have asked for a different roommate.”

“How do you know I didn’t?” Y/N asked, a playful glint in her eye. Lisa held a hand over her heart in mock offence.

“How dare you?” She exclaimed, making her steps bigger again and quickly leaving Y/N behind her, the latter muttering to herself about the ‘damn long legged idiot’. Y/N began to run after Lisa, only catching up to her outside of their flat, panting and cursing the athlete.

“You good?” Lisa asked, and Y/N looked at her, expecting there to be a teasing look on her face, but only seeing concern.

“Yeah, I’m good.” Y/N nodded. “Just need some water.”

“Come on then. You get some water and I’ll set up the couch with blankets and the food. You can pick what we watch.” Lisa opened the door and gestured for Y/N to go through. Mumbling a small ‘thanks’ Y/N beelined for the kitchen, hearing the door close and Lisa's bag fall to the floor and a cupboard open in the hallway.

“You can go with them, don’t miss out because of me.” Y/N said as she sat on the couch, waiting for Lisa to re-appear.

“Who says I’m missin’ out?” Lisa questioned, her frown hidden by the packet of chips placed in front of her face.

“But they’re your friends and-“

“You’re my friend, too.” Lisa said, looking at her pointedly. “And besides, I see them all day, every day and I hardly ever see you, which considering I live with you, is insane, but-“

She sighed and shook her head.

“I want to hang out and watch shitty TV and eat crappy food with you, so I’m gonna do just that.” Lisa then threw a packet of lollies at Y/N's face and turned to the TV. “Now pick something and let’s enter the vegetative state in which we basically live.”

April 2023

Y/N and Lisa fell into a routine. They knew exactly what the other wanted to do when the other had a good day or a bad day, and they knew just by looking at each other which one that day was.

Lisa knew what to do when Y/N’s work got to be too demanding and irrational during the meetings (get her some Soju and get wild) and what to do when nothing seemed to go right (a bath and some good food, maybe some cuddles).

Y/N knew that Lisa forgot her food all the time, so she’d order Lisa’s favourite takeout on those days and she would always have Netflix and blankets ready for the bad days.

Their relationship was comfortable and far less platonic than either of them would care to admit.

July 2023

Lisa stumbled in through the door, exhaustion setting into her bones, her movements slow and soft. It was late, already hours past the time she’s supposed to be out until, and she knows it. She staggers into the living room and frowns when she sees the light is still on, looking around and seeing Y/N on the couch.

“Y/N.” She called out, but she got no response, so she walked over to the lump, frowning when she saw that Y/N was asleep. Gently shaking her, she calls her name a few more times until Y/N begins to stir.

“What?” Voice quiet and heavy, Y/N frowned and then shot up and looked at Lisa. “I fell asleep.”

“You did.” Lisa nodded. “What were you doing on the couch?”

“Waitin’ for you to get home safely.” The words were mumbled and almost incoherent, but Lisa got them and smiled before pulling Y/N up off the couch.

“To bed.” She pushed Y/N softly towards the hallway and ensured that she didn’t bump into anything before they parted ways into their own rooms.

“G’night.” Y/N mumbled. “Love ya.”

August 2023

"Lisa. Lisa. Lisaaaaaaaaa.” Y/N started poking Lisa's cheek in an attempt to wake her up.

“Is there a fire?”

“Nope.”

“Are you gonna die if I don’t take you to the hospital right this very second?”

“Nope.”

“Are you injured? Is anyone else injured? Is something wrong?”

“Nope.”

“Then let me sleep.” Lisa muttered and shoved a near by pillow over her face.

“Come on, get up.” Y/N whined. “I made breakfast, and it’s like eleven o’clock, get up, let's go sleeping beauty.”

“Noooooooo.” Lisa rolled over, grabbing Y/N’s hands and pulling her along, wrapping her up and holding her in place, Y/N's back in Lisa's chest. “Sleep.”

December 2023

Y/N walked into the living room, rubbing her arms in order to generate some kind of heat, to warm herself up and completely prepared just wrap herself up in a blanket on the couch and just stay there for the rest of her life, only to stop at the sight in front of her in what could only be described as adoration. Lisa was sitting on the couch, three blankets wrapped around her in various ways and the hood of one of Y/N’s jumpers covering her hair, and a pout on her face as she looked over at Y/N.

“It’s cold.” Lisa mumbled, still obviously cold under her mountain of fluff. “The power’s off. Has been since this mornin’.”

“Have you been here the whole time?” Y/N asked, frowning and moving towards her bedroom.

“Yes.” Lisa mumbled. “I was doing jobs, so I kept warm but then I ran out of things to do and the storm started and now I’m cold and have been for ages and I can’t get warm and-“

“Here.” Y/N cut her off by holding a long sleeve top and a pair of track-pants in front of her. “Put them on. It’ll help.”

Lisa took the clothes, and Y/N walked back into her room.

“Thank you.” Lisa called out, and when Y/N returned a few minutes later, she’d changed into track-pants and had one of her hoodies cover her body, socks on her feet. He moved towards the cupboard where the blankets were kept, pulling the remaining five out and dumping them on the couch next to Lisa.

“What are you doing?” Lisa stared in confusion as Y/N moved towards the kitchen.

“Food.” Y/N was rummaging in the pantry, pulling out anything and everything she thought they could eat whilst being as warm as possible.

“You ok?” Lisa knew the question was pointless. She obviously wasn’t ok, but she figured she’d ask anyway. Y/N grunted in response and went back to the food.

“Y/N.” The tone of Lisa’s voice caused Y/N to turn and look at her, eyes wide. “What happened?”

“Nothin’.” Y/N picked up what she could and walked over, dumping it on the table and then walked back to get what was left over.

“Y/N,” Lisa pulled her hand out of the mound of blankets and took Y/N’s, causing the taller girl to stop and look at her. “I can’t fix the problem if I don’t know what’s wrong.”

Y/N’s shoulders drooped forwards and her knees appeared to give out from beneath her, causing her to fall onto the couch and a loud sob to leave her mouth, her chest heaving. Lisa pushed the blankets away from her body and pulled Y/N closer, wrapping them both up in the eight fluffy blankets and curling her arms around Y/N’s shoulders. The taller girl’s shoulders shook and Lisa frowned, pulling her closer and rubbing her shoulders, humming a tune to whatever song popped into her head, holding the girl and occasionally pushing her hair out of her face, trying to comfort her.

“What happened?” Lisa whispered once the sobbing had subsided, and Y/N tightened her hold around Lisa’s waist.

“They’re talking shit again and my boss was yelling at me and only me because of shit the others did and I’m so stressed about all of the work that the other managers have given me and-“ Lisa shushed her and pulled her closer.

“It’s ok, shh, I’ve got you.” Lisa rubbed her back. “They’re talking shit about things they know nothing about, and your boss is a dick and you know it, everyone knows it. Just breathe, and tomorrow is a new day, you’ve got me and the girls and your family, and we’re not going anywhere. You’re ok. What do you need?”

“Keep holding me.” Y/N’s voice was soft, as if she thought that Lisa would say no, pull away or recoil, instead, Lisa raked a hand through her hair and kissed her forehead.

January 2024

“Come on.” Lisa said and grabbed Y/N’s hand, pulling her off the couch and catching her when she stumbled. “We’re going on a walk.”

“What? Why? Lisa?” Ignoring Y/N's questioning, Lisa walked them down the stairs and out into the front of the building. “Lisa, what are we doing?”

“Going for a walk.”

“Why?”

“Because you have been cooped up in that flat for way too long, and now I’m reintroducing you to the sun and letting you experience some natural heat.” Lisa shrugged. “Besides, we haven’t hung out in a while, so I figured we could do that. Unless you don’t want to?”

“No, I want to.” Y/N caught onto the hesitant tone, the look in Lisa’s eye, as if she didn’t know if Y/N wanted to hang out with her, as if that’s not all Y/N ever wants to do.

February 2024

“Take my hand.” Lisa muttered, holding her hand out for Y/N to take.

“Why?” Y/N asked, but did so anyway, both of them hating the way they love the feel of the others' hand in theirs.

“Don’t want to lose ya.” Lisa's voice was quiet, and Y/N almost didn’t hear her over the sound of the crowd. “Gotta protect ya, keep ya close.”

“Why? What?” Y/N frowned and was tempted to pull away from Lisa, but someone bumped into her, knocking her into Lisa, causing Lisa to wrap her arms around her and pull her close, whilst trying to navigate their way out of the crowd.

“Stay with me.” Lisa mumbled. They linked hands and forced their way through the crowd, mumbling apologies to those they bumped into and dodging bodies that were all forcing themselves into the space around them.

“Why do you need to protect me and keep me close?” Y/N asked when they were finally free from the crowd, and Lisa looked at her, alarmed and shocked, before shaking her head.

“Of course you don’t know.” She muttered. “I want to. I need to. I care about you. I’m used to protecting you, instinct left over from before, and now I can’t stop protecting you. It’s not a ‘you can’t do that shit’ type of thing, its more of a ‘do it if you want, but I’m gonna keep an eye on you cause I care’ type of thing. I can stop if you want me to. It’s not-”

“No, it’s ok. I don’t mind it.” Y/N reassured her, causing her shoulders to lose some tension. “It’s sweet. Thank you for caring enough to watch over me.”

“Never thank me for that.” Lisa begged, hoping to somehow get Y/N to see herself the way she does. “It’s not something that warrants a thanks and it’s not a big deal. It’s just me loving and caring for ya.”

February 2024

“You made dinner?” Y/N’s eyes were wide, and her face held a look of concern.

“Yeah, why?” Lisa asked, placing a cup of tea on the table and then turning to look at the smaller girl and frowning slightly at the expression on her face. “What?”

“You made dinner.” Y/N’s everything had softened, as if she’d started to melt slightly.

“Yeah, you always make dinner and breakfast and lunch and you were out and I wanted to do something for you because I never do and I guess dinner was just the first thing that came to mind.” Lisa shrugged. “If you don’t like it, we can order in.”

Y/n shook her head and sat at the table next to her, both of them taking one bite of the meal before putting their forks down.

“Ramen?”

“Please.”

March 2024

“You talk about her like she’s your world.” Jennie told her friend , smiling softly when she looked up at her with wide eyes, slight fear etched upon her features. “I’ve known for years, didn’t say anything because I wanted you to have the freedom and the power to tell me yourself, I didn’t want to take that from you.”

“Why say something now?” Lisa asked.

“Because I need you to realise that you love her in a way that most people only dream of feeling.” Jennie saw the look on her face and took her hands in hers. “Lisa, you have this person right in front of you, standing there, patiently waiting, their whole soul begging you to realise that they love you and your soul is begging you to realise that you love him back. I’m begging you to realise it. Don’t let her slip away from you. Don’t lose this love. Don’t let this love go. Grasp this love tightly in your hands, pull it as close to your heart as you can, and hold on for dear life. This love is good and pure and true.”

“How?” Her voice broke, and she turned from her slightly, wiping at his eyes. “I’m so scared. I’m so in love with her it’s insane and I have no idea how to proceed in this situation.”

“Just tell her. Be honest and open with her. No matter how scary it is.” Lisa looked at her friend and Jennie pulled her into a hug. “Tell her. Hold onto the love.”

April 2024

“You told me that you loved me and then ran away, Lisa. Literally ran away. How am I supposed to feel after that? What do you want me to do with that?" Y/N was pissed, ranting away, ignoring the look on Lisa's face. "I fucking adore you. I love you. And you love me too. So why the fuck are you running from me?"

“I’m pretty sure I’ve been in love with you since the day we met and it fucking scared me. My entire soul was begging me to tell you and it just kind of blurted out and fuck, I didn’t mean for it to, so I ran. That’s what I do. I run from my problems and in that moment, you were the problem or my feelings were and I blurted them out without fucking thinking about it and then ran away.”

"You don’t need to be scared, baby." Y/N's voice was softer now, gentle and soothing. "I know we've got some things to figure out, but we can do that together."

"I love you."

"I love you too. And I intend on proving it to you every day for the rest of our lives if you'll let me."

[rubyreduji]

us and the stars — csc

summary: sitting under the stars on the hood of seungcheol’s car puts a lot of things into perspective

tags: smut (minors dni!), fluff warnings: explicit unprotected sex, outdoor sex wc: 2.3k an: i wrote the first part of this at rehearsal when i should have been doing work LOL

part of @sunnylovespickles september candy land collab!

occhiolism - to be aware of how insignificant and small you are compared to the universe

You can feel the bags weighing down your under eyes as you unlock the door to your apartment. You don’t bother being tidy as you throw your bag onto the ground and kick your shoes off. Your back hurts, your head has been throbbing since lunch, and on top of that you can’t get the nauseous feeling out of your stomach.

Today was utter shit.

None of it would nearly have been that bad, if it wasn’t for your last meeting. It started off so well, until your boss called on you to do your report for the week. You were proud of your work but as soon as you started to give off the data to your boss, he automatically shut you down, telling you you wasted your week doing everything wrong. Then your least favorite co-worker had to make snide comments about how he’ll have to spend all of next week fixing your mistakes. You spent the rest of your day trying to keep your tears at bay as you avoided eye contact with anyone who walked past you.

Then right when you thought you were going to be able to go home, your boss pulled you aside for a long talk about your quality of work. The whole conversation made your poor mood even worse and as soon as you got into your car you finally let yourself cry, sitting in the parking lot way after hours just to let it all out.

“Love? Is that you? You’re home late.” All you can manage is a grunt as you hear Seungcheol pads out of the bedroom. He sees you slumped down on the couch and automatically moves over to you, pushing you around a bit so you slump down against him instead.

“Hi,” you mumble, no energy in your voice.

“Hi baby. Bad day?” Seungcheol drops a soft kiss to your temple.

You nod. “I’m terrible at my job. It was so embarrassing, Cheol.”

“I’m sure it’s not nearly as bad as you think.”

“My boss called me out in front of everyone!” You shout, finally finding some energy to sit up and face your boyfriend. “Then went on about how I’m putting up behind schedule and now he’ll never trust me to do anything again.”

“Well that’s not right of him…but I’m sure that this will all blow over next week. Everyone knows how hard of a worker you are, this is just one mistake, it’s not the end of the world.”

“It is for me!”

Seungcheol chuckles slightly and you can tell he thinks you’re ridiculous but you don’t feel ridiculous right now. You feel awful. This job was supposed to be your big break and now you’re messing it all up.

“C’mon.” Seungcheol stands up and offers his hand to you.

You stare at him a bit exhausted but he’s unwavering and you finally relent. Seungcheol pulls you up onto your feet and pushes you towards the bedroom.

“Change into something comfortable. If you’re not out in ten minutes I’m coming in and dragging you out.” With that Seungcheol shuts the door, leaving you alone once again.

You’re half tempted to just lock the door and crawl into bed, but a part of you is curious to see what your boyfriend has planned. You strip off your work clothes and change into a t-shirt and an old pair of sleep shorts before shuffling back out to the living room where Seungcheol is waiting with his car keys.

Before you can question him he’s tugging you out the door and to the car and taking off. Seungcheol ignores your questioning stare as he hums along to the radio. The sun is starting to set and you stare at the oranges of the sky as you try and pretend you’re not replaying your day over in your head.

When the car finally pulls to a stop, you look around to see you’re in the middle of nowhere. You frown at Seungcheol but he just grins at you and gets out of the car. You watch as he moves over the passenger side and opens your door for you.

As soon as you step out Seungcheol moves over to the hood of his car and slides on before patting next to him.

“You’re going to dent your car,” you tell him.

“Don’t be a party pooper. Get up here.”

You huff but still do as told. Seungcheol grins wide at you as he lays back and you follow suit. You look up at the sky and you suddenly realize why Seungcheol brought you out here. You finally allow yourself to take a deep breath. You release it slowly as you take in the sight above you. The sky is a deep blue, freckled with white glittering stars.

“Isn’t it beautiful?” Seungcheol asks you.

You nod slightly. “It really is…” You’re completely mesmerized, all of your worries finally ebbing away.

“Those stars are trillions of miles away,” Seungcheol says. “Isn’t it crazy how big the universe is?”

“Yeah…,” you mumble. “We’re so small compared to that.”

“Exactly! The world is so big, and we’re so small. Doesn’t that put everything into perspective?”

“In what way?”

“Everything’s just so…insignificant.”

Seungcheol’s words suddenly suck your peace away as you sit up quickly. “YOU’RE SAYING I’M INSIGNIFICANT?”

You thought your boyfriend brought you out here to make you feel better, but now you feel like complete shit. You already knew you were a giant fuck up, but now you’re a fuck up that’s insignificant as well. You go to move off the car, ready to make Seungcheol take you back home and make him sleep on the couch, but Seungcheol quickly grabs your arm.

“Baby no! No! I’m saying your mistake was insignificant. There is so much going on all around us and billions of lightyears away; in the grand scale of things your one single mistake means nothing.”

“Well in the grand scale of things I’m also insignificant.” You glare slightly at Seungcheol but he just leans forward and cups your face in his hands.

“How can you be insignificant when you're my whole world?”

Your breath catches in your throat. You struggle for a moment, unable to get any words out.

“Your mistake doesn’t matter. Fuck those guys for making you feel like this, because you are the most hard working person I know. You matter though. You matter so much. Everyday I live is a good one, because I get to spend it with you. So who cares if the grand scale we’re small and insignificant, because even if we are, you’re still my everything, and there’s no one else I would rather be insignificant with.”

You feel tears start to stream down your cheeks for a second time today, but this time it’s for a completely different reason. You finally let a small smile cross your lips. You lean forward and kiss Seungcheol, not caring that you’re getting your tears on him. When you pull back you lean your forehead against his.

“When did you get so sensible?” You ask him with a small laugh.

“I wouldn’t say sensible…just insightful.”

“Whatever it is…thank you,” you tell him. “You always know how to make me feel better. I’m sorry about how I was behaving earlier.”

“Don’t apologize, we all have bad days. I just want to make sure your bad day doesn’t turn into a bad night.”

“Well you definitely did just that.” You lean in once again to give Seungcheol another kiss, deepening it this time.

Seungcheol sits up a bit so he can hover over you, pressing you down into the hood of the car. He pulls back slightly before whispering, “You want me to make this an even better night?”

“Ch-cheol!” You gasp. “We’re outside…”

“So? No one’s here. Wouldn’t it be romantic? Fucking under the stars.”

You feel Seungcheol’s fingers trail up your sides, slightly pushing up your shirt and you whine. “F-fuck, just touch me Cheol.” 

Seungcheol chuckles slightly and pushes his hands all the way up your shirt, groping your chest in his palms. You feel his thigh press down against your clit and you let out a soft moan. 

You feel the tension escape your body as pleasure starts to take over. Seungcheol’s mouth trails over your neck, peppering kisses and nips all over your skin. You slide your fingers into his hair, holding his head to your neck.

“Need you,” you whine, desperate and pathetic. You didn’t realize how badly you need this but now that you have it, you can’t get enough.

“Already?”

“Fuck, yes, please,” you beg.

“Of course, pretty girl. Anything for you.” Seungcheol presses a final kiss to your neck before sliding off the hood. He stands at the front end of the car, pulling you towards him so your hips line up. Seungcheol pushes your shorts down your legs until they’re only hanging off one ankle before unzipping his pants and tugging his cock out.

He jerks his cock in his fist until it gets up to full mast before reaching out to brush his thumb over your clothed clit. You can hear him hum with satisfaction when he feels how wet you already are. You let out a soft whine to signal your impatience and luckily your boyfriend takes the hint and pushes your panties to the side. You feel his blunt tip rub up against your folds for a moment before he pushes all the way in.

You let out a content sigh at the familiar feeling of Seungcheol’s cock stretching you open. HIs cock fits into you snugly, like your pussy was molded just for him. Seungcheol pushes his hands back up your shirt, kneading at your tits as he starts to slowly thrust into you.

You wrap your legs around Seungcheol, pulling him into you deeper and preventing yourself from sliding off the car. As Seungcheol picks up his pace, fucking into you more rapidly, you throw your head back, marveling in the sight of the galaxies above you as your boyfriend fills you full of his cock. Seungcheol was right, it is pretty romantic.

Seungcheol brushes his thumb over your nipple, flicking the bud and sending jolts through your body. You gasp, your eyes screwing shut. Your whole body feels like it’s buzzing as Seungcheol snaps his hips into yours, his cock slamming into your walls and driving you closer and closer to insanity.

You reach up blindly and grasp Seungcheol’s shirt, pulling him down to you. Your lips meld together with his as you put all your focus into kissing him. His body pressed down into yourself, pinning you down against the cool metal of the car. Your whole body is wrapped around him as you hold onto him to stable yourself.

Seungcheol’s soft grunts are probably the sexiest thing you’ve ever heard and despite him being fully pressed up against you, you pull him into you further, wrapping your lips around his bottom lip and sucking as hard as you can. Your boyfriend’s lips are already plump, but you have a bit of an obsession with trying to make them completely swollen. Seungcheol doesn’t mind though, in fact you know he finds immense pleasure from you sucking on his lip. The way his hips slam into you harder is also an indicator that you’re doing something right.

It’s a little embarrassing how quickly you can already feel your orgasm approaching but you blame it on your stressful day and your boyfriend’s determination to make you feel better. You drag your teeth over Seungcheol’s lip before letting it go only to press your lips to his ear.

"M'close Cheollie."

“Fuck baby, cum for me. Cream all over my cock,” Seungcheol tells you. His grip tightens on you as his thrusts become more pointed, pushing straight up against your g-spot. 

You whimper as you finally release all of your pent up stress from the day, letting your orgasm wash over you. You hold onto Seungcheol tightly as you shake in his arms, your boyfriend pressing soft kisses to your jaw as you do so.

At some point you register Seungcheol pulling out of you and cumming on your stomach but you don’t fully regain consciousness until a few moments later. You don’t move as Seungcheol grabs a few napkins from his glove box to clean both of you off.

After you two are finally back in normal shape Seungcheol climbs back up onto the hood (which is definitely dented now) and pulls you into his side.

Nothing seems better than cuddling with your boyfriend and stargazing but your stomach has other plans and rumbles loudly, causing Seungcheol to laugh and you to groan.

“I haven’t had dinner yet,” you say. “You dragged me away too soon.”

“Okay baby, let’s go get dinner.” Seungcheol pecks a kiss to your lips before rolling off the hood of the car. You reluctantly do the same.

“We should do this again,” you tell your boyfriend as he starts the car. “Sometime we can actually stargaze for longer.”

“I’d like that. And I’ll be sure to pack some food to bring as well.”

This time as you two drive down the road you slip your hand into Seungcheol’s and hum along to the radio with him. You glance over at him, only to see him sneaking a glance back at you. He sends you a wink before grinning and looking back at the road, his hand squeezing yours. You can’t help but smile back.

As you settle back into your seat and glance out at the sky through the windshield, you find comfort in the fact that even if you are just a small part of the big universe, you and Seungcheol still found each other, and that’s something pretty special.

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Let's Trip 🎶

cw: alcohol use

wc: 1307

Chapter One

7:30 pm the venue is packed and the openers have started to get set up. Though many people were there for the main act, you were there for the openers. You had a friend that knew the band and you always liked their sound, though you suppose it helped that they were opening for a band you liked. You found yourself sitting at the bar, cider in hand as you watched the stage. Soon enough the three boys and your friend walked on the stage, yelling erupted though most people made noise to be polite. Your eyes locked onto the lead singer, Matthew, he had always piqued your interest and Madi knew this little fact. Your eyes traced his tattoos as he tuned his guitar before moving to the mic, “Whatsup LA, how y’all doing tonight?” The crowd erupts with fangirls and you find yourself smiling. Matt introduces the band which gets a small smile and wave from Nick and a very enthusiastic fist from Chris behind the drums. Madi smiles, waving and looking at the back where you’re sitting. Madi introduces herself since she isn’t full time with the band but she is in a few of their songs. Once the introduction has been made the music begins. You nod your head to their indie rock sound, humming as he sang. Song after song you could feel Madi looking at you but on their song about a girl back home you felt a new pair of eyes on you. You looked to the stage and saw Matt looking in your direction. You nearly choke on your cider before seeing Madi with a devilish grin, singing her solo on the song while Matt plays. He’ll occasionally look up but his focus mainly stays on his guitar, it’s sparkly black marble shining in the stage lights. Your heart speeds up as you watch him in his element.

Eventually their set ends, many people are yelling and clapping, in a genuine way this time. They're walking off stage when you swivel in your chair and cover your face. Your heart hadn’t calmed down since you felt Matt’s eyes on you and you knew your entire face was red. After about 15 minutes you feel a tap on your shoulder and are met with Madi’s small figure. You smile, hopping off your chair and hugging her, picking her up for a second before putting her back down. “You did amazing!!” Madi giggles and shrugs. “Thanks! I had so much fun up there.” Then Madi’s sweet smile turns mischievous. You look over her head to see the triplets walking towards you. Nick gets to the two of you first, laying his arm around Madi’s shoulder and smiling at you. “Hey, you must be Y/N, Madi has told us ALL about you.” He offers a hand for you to shake and you take it, your other hand sitting in your leather jacket. “Oh wow I’m flattered, it’s really good to meet y’all. Don’t mean to sound like a total fangirl but I’ve been into y’alls music since debut.” Matt and Chris have now made it to you and Matt smirks. “Told you Chris, we do have fans from the beginning.” Chris rolls his eyes before moving closer to you, offering his hand. “Chris, nice to meet you.” You nod, shaking his hand with a smile. “Back at’ya.” Then you meet Matt’s eyes which had been burning into your skull since he walked up. You smiled at him and held out your hand, “Y/N, big fan.” He smiled and shook your hand. “Thanks for coming out tonight.” You nodded before shrugging. “Madi got me in for free and I like the music anyways.” You made eye contact with Madi who was eating up the awkward tension between you and Matt. You gave her a cautionary glare before looking back at Matt. “So LA down, where next?” Nick had already sat down to order a water and a coke, Chris next to him with his trusty Pepsi.

Matt ordered a cider and a water before sitting down next to you. “I think Chicago, then we go to New York. Chris is excited for that one.” Chris smiles as he downs his pepsi, scrolling through tik tok. “I hear Chicago is beautiful in late September, that should be a fun show.” Matt nodded, drinking his water. You followed suit, sipping on your cider as you looked to the stage. From your peripheral you could see Matt glancing at you before he turned in his chair, looking at the stage with you. “Is Tame Impala cool in person?” You asked, trying to break the slightly awkward silence by bringing up the band they opened for. “Yeah, they’re super chill. Kevin is really funny too.” Then there was silence again, at least until Tame Impala took the stage, screams erupted and you clapped loudly, standing to yell so you didn’t overwhelm the triplets and Madi. Soon, though, Madi joined you where you stood. Kevin took the mic and waved at the entire crowd. “What’s up LA, how's it going?” Madi screamed at that and you laughed, looking at how excited she was. Then she turned to you, looking you deep in your eyes and leaned to your ear so you could hear her. “Matt seems to like you!” Your cheeks warmed and you shrugged. “I’m just a sociable person.” Madi rolled her eyes before taking your hand and pulling you closer to the crowd. The beginning of Borderline begins to play and Madi cheers, you follow with your own cheering before the beat really kicks in. Madi starts to jump and dance and you smile, deciding to let loose and dance some too. It wasn’t like either of you were being advanced with moves but you still felt like you were doing some good moves. Back at the bar, Chris had moved to sit by Matt, Nick talking to the bartender happily about music and such. Matt was staring at you, cider in hand, Chris soon noticed his gaze and turned off his phone. “You like her.” Matt’s attention gets pulled to his brother and he laughs with a scoff. “I just met her.” Chris shrugs. “You still like her. Maybe Madi will bring her on tour.” Matt smiled at that idea before shaking his head. “Nah, she’d get sick of our music.” Chris shrugged again before pulling his phone out and filming the stage. Matt thought about what Chris said and sipped his cider again. Maybe you weren’t going on tour but he could get your number. 

Once the concert was over Madi offered you to come back to their “get ready” trailer behind the venue. While y’all were walking back Matt caught up to you, Madi quickly running to Nick. “So uh, Madi said you’re in school here in LA.” You nodded, “Yeah I’m in my last year at LA film school.” Matt’s eyes widened. “You want to go into film?” You nodded once more. “Yeah, I love movies and I think it’d be really cool to film for famous directors.” Matt nodded along to your words, smiling at how sincere they were. “That’s really cool. Hey, maybe you could film some music videos for us?” You looked up at him and smiled. “I’d love to. That sounds really fun.” Matt nodded, trying to act cool and calm. “So uh, maybe I could get your number? We can talk about filming videos or whatever.” He shrugged, his cheeks getting rosey. You felt your face warm and you nodded. “I’d like that.” You both exchanged numbers before you got back to the trailer. Upon getting home many hours later you felt a buzz, you grabbed your phone to see a text from Matt. 

“Thanks for coming tonight, hope to see you soon. Goodnight”

[pepperonidk]

Home for the Holidays || h.js

pairing: joshua hong x reader warnings: FLUFF, also this is a very christmas centered fic word count: 3.5k summary: oh no! it’s the holidays and you need a fake boyfriend! good thing resident hottie joshua hong is on the job!

a/n: happy november, mariah carey has officially defrosted so it is holiday szn! this is also my apology gift... life has been kicking my ass so i have not been able to upload anything lately for all my love :( (this is posted on my marvel account!)

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‘Twas the night before holiday break, when all through the apartment complex, not a creature was sleeping, not even a mouse; luggage was packed, without so much a care, in hopes that they would all soon be out of there. All except one, who wished they could stay.

“I can’t believe you told your mom you had a boyfriend,” your roommate, Jeonghan, laughed. “Actually, I can’t believe your mom believes you have a boyfriend.”

You shot a look at him before tossing a pillow in his direction. “I’m just tired of her getting onto me about becoming a spinster,” you rolled your eyes as you recalled your mom’s pleading voice over the phone.

“So have you met anyone yet?”

You couldn’t see her but you just knew how her eyebrows were raised in interest. It had become almost a weekly question, and for a second, you considered just hanging up right then, but then an idea came.

“Actually, I have,” you lied. It was only September, and you weren’t going to see your parents until the holidays, and by then, you could come up with a fake break-up story with your imaginary boyfriend.

“Really?” you heard your mother squeal in excitement and you almost felt bad. Almost. “Tell me all about him, and make sure you bring him home for Christmas, I want to meet him!”

You couldn’t help but crack a sad smile as you fed your mom fake details about your fake relationship. “We met in class and started studying together and one thing led to another, and now we’re dating.” There. The bare minimum, but enough to keep her satisfied.

The impact of the pillow against your face snapped you out of your thoughts. “Weren’t you supposed to break up with your fake boyfriend before break?” Jeonghan questioned. “What happened to that?”

Plopping down beside him on the couch, you sighed and hugged the pillow to your face. Jeonghan pulled the pillow away and you gave him a dirty look. “You know my mom,” you began. “I just didn’t want to disappoint her. I thought I would be able to find another excuse as to why he couldn’t make it to Christmas, but she wouldn’t take no for an answer after he missed Thanksgiving.” You turned to give Jeonghan a pleading look. “What do I do?” you asked.

“Well, I still think you should tell her,” Jeonghan admitted, trailing off as he rest his chin against his fist. “Or, you could bring home a fake boyfriend.”

Immediately, you shot up and gave him a puzzled look. “What do you mean a fake boyfriend?”

“A blow up doll,” he rolled his eyes. “No, obviously you just get someone to pretend to be your boyfriend and then they pretend to break up with you, and you pretend to be sad, and then that’s it. Easy peasy.” Jeonghan shrugged his shoulders and stood up to pick up his phone from the kitchen counter as if what he suggested was the simplest, most obvious idea. You could hear him furiously typing into his keyboard as he walked away from you.

“Jeonghan, you’ve officially gone bonkers.” However, the longer you thought about it, the more desperate you became. “How would I even find anyone? Everyone’s packing to go home. And on top of that, who would even be willing to pretend to be my boyfriend? They’d have to be really stupid, or really bored to agree.”

“Sure, I’m in.”

“Excuse me?” you asked incredulously.

“I said I’m in,” he repeated with a shrug of his shoulders and an easy smile that made your stomach drop to your feet. How was he so chill with this?

A few minutes after Jeonghan suggested his idea, you heard a knock at your door. Jeonghan gave you a mischievous smirk as he opened the door and welcomed in the boy you’d been crushing on all semester. Joshua was best friends with your roommate, Jeonghan and his other best friend Seungcheol and although you had hung out with them a few times, you always found yourself getting nervous around him. He was never anything but kind to you, always making sure you were included in the conversation and taking time to fill you in on the inside jokes.

Of course, Jeonghan and Seungcheol knew about your crush and every so often would try to drop not-so-subtle hints to Joshua. One time, Jeonghan and Seungcheol told you and Joshua that the plan was to have dinner at 6:30 p.m. but didn’t show up until nearly 8. It was obvious that they were trying to set you up, but Joshua never made a move and you didn’t want to be presumptuous, but at least he never made it awkward either. You knew Jeonghan was currently reeling inside at how perfectly things were falling into place.

“But why?” You asked, still unable to process what Joshua was agreeing to.

“Oh does it matter?” Jeonghan asked with an eye roll. “You said you needed a boyfriend, and Joshua volunteered. It’s perfect!” He took Joshua’s hand and led him to the couch where you were sitting on and pushed him to sit beside you. He offered a sheepish smile and left enough distance between you two to be polite.

“Well,” Jeonghan began, turning to face you. “Seungcheol’s going over to Jeonghan’s over the holiday, and my parents are out of town, so I was just planning to stay on campus for the break.”

Jeonghan coughed and gave Joshua a look that you didn’t quite understand. Joshua stuttered before adding, “But Jeonghan mentioned that you needed a boyfriend -- a fake boyfriend -- and I couldn’t leave you in need.” Joshua looked down at his hands and then back up at you. There was an unmistakable twinkle in his deep brown eyes and for a second, you let yourself get lost in the idea of what it would be like to hold his hand in the December cold. Jeonghan rolled his eyes and filled the space on the couch between the two of you.

“You two are hopeless.” He sighed, but a small smile still played on his lips. “Anyway, I’ve got it all planned out.”

He turned to you first. “Since you never told your parents what your imaginary boyfriend’s name is, and every detail you’ve fed your mom is vague as hell, you can just fill in the blanks with Joshua.”

Standing up, she pointed at Joshua. “And you, your job is just to make the parents believe that you are absolutely head over heels for their kid.”

“Easy.” Joshua said instantly and you caught him glance in your direction with a proud smile before turning back to Jeonghan. You felt your cheeks heat up as you sank further back into the couch.

“The important thing is to keep your stories straight, and remember, the most believable lies are based on truth,” Jeonghan ended. He looked down at his watch. “Alright, Seungcheol’s waiting down in the lobby, and we need to go so we don’t miss our flight.” He pulled you and Joshua in for a hug before heading to the door where his luggage was waiting. “You two have a very happy holiday. See you in the new year!”

As Joshua shut the door behind Jeonghan, you found yourself feeling the butterflies that were hidden by the adrenaline from earlier. Joshua turned to face you and gave you a comforting smile. “Look,” he began. “I just wanna be the best fake date you’ve ever had,” he joked, trying to relieve some of the tension that was very deeply etched onto your face.

“Well, you are the only fake date I’ve ever had,” you nervously laughed. Joshua chuckled and you felt yourself grin. “Thanks, Joshua, for doing this. You really don’t have to.” You looked down at your fidgeting fingers as you felt his gaze fall on you.

“I know,” he said softly. “I wanted to.” The smile he gave you was enough to make your heart do flips.

The rest of the evening was spent planning. You put on the Charlie Brown Christmas special and ordered a pizza and began discussing every detail of your fairytale love story.

You tried to think like your parents, wanting to have an answer for every single question they could ask. When was Joshua’s birthday? What was your first date like? What’s your favorite pizza topping? Where did Joshua grow up? It was like you were studying for an exam, except the longer you talked, the more you found yourself getting lost in the stories he told of growing up in Los Angeles, of his and Jeonghan and Seungcheol’s teenage shenanigans, and it was all suddenly very easy.

Three movies and a box of pepperoni pizza later, the two of you had settled onto the couch, still trying to think of any other possible stories to tell before you quickly drifted off into a tired slumber. The last thing you remember was Joshua’s voice and his arm wrapping gently around you.

When you woke up it was to the sound of your phone ringing. You sat up to find yourself wrapped in a blanket with your head propped up on a pillow. You scanned around the living room as you recalled the events of last night and found no trace of the empty pizza box and paper plates or the mugs of hot chocolate you and Joshua went through last night. Warmth rose to your cheeks when you finally remembered that you fell asleep on him, and fell into a small panic when you realized it was him calling.

“Hello?” You answered with a yawn.

“Good morning, sunshine,” Joshua answered. You could hear the smile in his voice. “Did you sleep well?” he asked.

You smiled into the phone. “Yes, I did. Thank you for cleaning up, you didn’t have to --”

“Don’t worry about it, sweetheart, I didn’t mind.” Sweetheart. He called you sweetheart as if it was the most natural thing to do. “Sorry, we never discussed nicknames, but it just came out,” he quickly added. “I just picked up some coffee, and I’ll be there in 15 to help you pack or anything before we go.”

“Alright, I’ll see you in a bit,” you hung up. You got yourself ready and answered the door for Joshua. He handed you your coffee, just the way you like it and you smiled as the scent hit your nose.

Once you had everything packed, Joshua grabbed your bag and the two of you made your way to his car and drove to your hometown. The drive was a few hours long, but Joshua had a solid playlist full of karaoke songs that you loved, and the drive felt like it was not long enough.

Once you arrived at your childhood street, Joshua parked the car and opened the door for you to let you out. You noticed your hands getting more and more jittery as you walked up the front steps. The wreath on your parents’ door filled you with a sense of nostalgia. Or maybe it was nervousness? Butterflies? Whatever it was, the feeling settled heavily in your stomach as you rang the bell. You looked up at Joshua, whose scarf was bundled tight around his neck, and his nose red from the cold, and he gave you an encouraging smile. “You ready?” he asked.

Before you could answer, the door swung open and you and Joshua were enveloped in a tight embrace as your mother squealed in joy. The holidays had begun, and there was no backing out now.

The first few days of the trip had gone by without a hitch, much to you and Joshua’s surprise. Your parents did their best to embarrass you with silly stories about your childhood, and while at first you were filled with dread, the lopsided smile he gave you after finding out you once dressed as a McDonald’s Happy Meal box for Halloween made it worth it. Your dad asked the hard questions, asking what Joshua’s plans for the future with you looked like and you found your hands fidgeting under the table before Joshua’s hand found yours with a squeeze and told your dad that he couldn’t see a future without you in it and you began to picture just what that future would look like.

Everything was easy with Joshua, in a way that it never was with anyone else. You’d wake up in the morning and head downstairs to find him already awake and laughing with your mom and dad with a coffee waiting for you. After dinner you knew you’d find him sitting by the fire with a book in his hands. As you walked around town you’d spot things in the windows, little tchotchkes that made you think of him. Josh was growing roots in your family home and it was as if he was always meant to be there, another picture in the family scrapbook, another stocking hung on the fireplace.

Sweetheart became more common. And soon, so did darling and honey. They began to bleed into the quiet moments when you were alone, where you weren’t supposed to be pretending anymore. The soft smiles, the way his hand reached for yours without a single glance, the warmth of his arms wrapped around you. All of a sudden it didn’t feel like you were playing pretend anymore and you wondered if he noticed it too.

It was when you realized how easy it was to be with him that you realized how hard it would be to let him go. The thought of an inevitable end to your not-so-fake-anymore relationship weighed upon you like a blanket of snow, cold enough to snap you out of your fantasy. You were sitting by the tree with Joshua the night of Christmas Eve, wrapping some last minute gifts for your family when you felt it.

The end was coming.

Joshua must have felt it too, or at least felt something was off, because he reached for your hand almost instinctively, as if he could feel how far away you were despite the way your legs bumped against his. You hesitated before slipping your hand in his and when you looked up, you met his eyes. Just over a week ago, his eyes were just brown. But now, you realized, there was a golden sunset hiding in the hues of his eyes, like the sun was setting behind his irises, and an ever-present warmth to go with it. In this moment, there was concern mixed into the golds and browns, and your stomach lurched in a desire to forget your realization, to relax back into the rhythm and rightness of pretend, but Joshua deserved more than a fake relationship and you owed it to him to let him go so he could find it.

“Sweetheart,” he began. “What’s wrong?” The plea in his voice made it obvious that he suspected what was wrong. He was only asking to give you a chance to tell him that his suspicions were wrong. A last chance to abort and keep the charade going.

Pulling your hand out of his was the hardest thing you’ve had to do, and the instant chill on your skin where his calloused hand was touching was impossible to ignore. “This,” you muttered, unable to meet his eyes. “Joshua, we can’t keep pretending like this… not when I have real feelings for you.” You finally looked up at him and kept going. You wouldn’t be able to finish if he interrupted, and you needed to be heard. “I can’t tie you down to a fake relationship, when you deserve to be with someone you actually are in love with. You’re an amazing friend for even agreeing to do this, but I don’t want to force you to be part of a mess that I put myself into.” You stood up, and finally added, “You can go home tonight. I’ll tell my parents the truth in the morning. You don’t have to worry about it.”

“Hold on, I--” you interrupted him with a final, lingering kiss, hoping that the memory of it would be enough for you. You felt the hesitation in his fingers as he reached up to cup your face, an attempt to keep you where you were, to keep you with him, before you pulled away.

Without looking back, you turned around and walked up the stairs, trying to convince the tremble in your fingers and the pounding in your heart that you made the right choice.

The next morning you woke up and for a few seconds, you laid in peace until the regrets of last night flooded over you. You dragged yourself up off your bed, trying to cheer yourself up by remembering that it was Christmas. Part of you hoped that you would see him downstairs, talking to your mom about her favorite cookie recipe, but when you walked into the kitchen and found your mom by herself, you knew he was really gone.

“Hey honey,” your mom exclaimed, wrapping you in a tight hug that suggested she knew something was wrong. “Merry Christmas” she said into your hair. After a moment, she finally let go and the tears that were threatening to spill over finally gave way and your mom reached out to brush them away. She pulled you back into her arms, and once you managed to steady your breathing, the two of you sat down.

“I heard you and Joshua talking last night,” she admitted. You let out a strangled sob and your mom reached out to rub your back. “Honey, you could have just told me the truth. I love you, and you don’t need a relationship to validate that.” She gave you a small smile. “But when I saw the way you looked at each other, well I have to admit, it was nice to know someone would be there to keep loving you even when I’m not there.”

You set your head down against the table. “Well too bad Joshua was only pretending to love me,” you sighed. “He deserves to love someone for real. I couldn’t hold him back from that. It was unfair.”

“Pretending?” She asked incredulously. “Sweetie, listen to me. That sweet boy was head over heels for you, and anyone could see it. The way he looked at you everytime you laughed, and every time he walked in a room and he always looked for you first, no one could fake being in love the way he clearly is with you.”

Finally lifting your head up, you wiped your tears with your sleeve. Maybe those moments you thought you were imagining were really there. Maybe he wasn’t pretending. Maybe you were an idiot for walking away from him last night. You stood up, ready to find him and apologize.

Feeling a rush of frenzy and determination, you ran upstairs to grab your keys and your coat, ready to ask your mom to drive you back to school so you can find him. Your heart was pounding in your ears and as you turned the knob to open your front door, you found yourself staring into a pair of warm brown eyes.

“Joshua?” your voice came out in a whisper. His hand was frozen mid-air, about to press the doorbell.

He smiled, but it didn’t quite reach his eyes. “Sorry, were you heading out?” he asked.

You snapped yourself out of the trance you were lost in. “Uh Y-yeah, I was on my way to see you, actually,” you admitted. You stepped out of the doorway to let him in and you both stood in the kitchen. He set the bag he was holding on the counter and he opened the box.

“Donut? The only donut shop open was like 30 minutes away,” he offered, smiling as if you didn’t just try to break his heart last night. He handed you one, a chocolate with sprinkles, your favorite, before pulling out one for himself and taking a bite. He motioned for you to sit with him and you followed. “Listen, I--”

“Joshua, I’m --” you both started at the same time. “You go first,” you allowed, letting a soft chuckle escape your lips.

He nodded before continuing. “I know last night, you asked me to leave, but I couldn’t. At least not without telling you how I feel. You told me that you had real feelings for me, and I do too. In fact, I’ve had real feelings for you. Long before these last two weeks. When Jeonghan texted me that night, I knew I finally had the perfect opportunity to tell you how I felt, but when we got here, everything just felt so… so real, and I let myself forget that it wasn’t. No matter how much I wanted it to be.”

You set down your donut, suddenly feeling that hunger was the least important thing you were feeling at this moment. Not wanting to interrupt, you simply nodded as he continued.

“I should’ve told you a long time ago, that I really, really, really, like you. None of this has been pretend for me.” He looked into your eyes, pleading, as he tentatively reached for your hand. “I want to do this the right way, no games, no schemes, just you and me. The real thing.”

The warmth in his eyes filled you with hope and peace, and the depth that disappeared behind his eyelids were the last thing you noticed before you felt your lips fall onto his. His hand reached up and you felt the pad of his thumb brush against your cheek. Gently, as though any more pressure and you would crumble like snow in his hands. When you could no longer fight the need to breathe, you pulled away with a sigh, Joshua’s lips chasing after yours.

“Merry Christmas,” you breathed out against him.

“Merry Christmas.”

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[hb-writes]

Clowning Around

Summary: Little Charlie (~7 years old) is disappointed to find her brother doesn't think her costume is scary so she kicks the acting up a notch.

Prompt: “You look so cute!” “I’m not supposed to look cute! I’m supposed to scare you!”

Characters: Harvey Specter, Gordon Specter, Donna Paulsen & Charlie Specter

Warnings: Just some references to scary movies and clowns, lack of proof reading. 🙃

Donna set the phone down, heaving a sigh as she looked over the paperwork covering Harvey’s office. “Your dad and sister are on their way up.”

Harvey tossed the file he was reading over down on the small meeting table in front of him and rubbed at his temples. “They’re early.” 

Donna shrugged. She knew he’d told his dad to come closer to 1:00, hoping they’d get as much time with the documents as they could, but technically, Harvey was late. Nearly a day late. If this weekend had gone according to plan, Harvey would’ve spent last night out in Riverside with his dad and sister. And after bringing Charlie in on the commuter train this morning, he would’ve spent the morning doing whatever she wanted before heading over to the Halloween dog parade over in Tompkins Square Park. On paper, it sounded like a nightmare. Like something Harvey Specter would have no interest in…but he had been looking forward to it. 

He rarely openly expressed it, but Harvey had always liked Halloween. And something about having a kid sister had made it acceptable for him to like it again. A reason to go back to Riverside at the end of September to help them decorate for the holiday. A reason to dress up and go trick or treating. A reason to go to the silly little dog parade his sister had learned about courtesy of an ill-timed news segment. It gave Harvey an excuse to live a little. Because if anyone asked, he was doing it for his sister. For his dad. 

Harvey tried to help his dad out. He tried to do most of the travel, carting Charlie to and from the city on the weekends that warranted it because of whatever plans she made with her brothers…so rare was it that Charlie sought their father’s permission, simply informing him ‘Harvey’s taking me here next weekend,’ or ‘I’m going to there with Marcus.’ It wasn’t like Gordon was going to say no to Harvey or Marcus being involved in their sister’s life…his life, so whenever Charlie told her father there was something planned with Harvey, he went ahead and called Donna. Confirmed the details with Donna. Writing whatever off-hand promise Harvey had made to his sister in stone…or at least in his calendar. 

This weekend had been in his calendar for weeks, the type of thing that Harvey hadn’t actually needed reminders about since he was looking forward to it…but that was all before Donna accepted a delivery on Friday at 3 pm—boxes and boxes of documents that took up the entirety of Harvey’s office and a conference room down the hall. 

Harvey didn’t hear the elevator ding, but he could tell the moment his sister stepped onto the floor, the rush of her small footsteps somehow carrying to him all the way in his office. She kept her excitement contained there—using the extra energy to close the space between them because she knew she wasn’t allowed to yell and shout in her brother’s office. She refrained even though she did question if it was a real rule. Charlie had seen plenty of her brother’s co-workers yelling. 

And anyway, there didn’t seem to be anyone here on a Saturday, but Charlie waited until she could see her brother through the glass wall of windows before shouting his name and sprinting into a run, maneuvering through the open doors and around the furniture to launch herself into his arms. Harvey caught her, leaning back into the chair a bit as he absorbed her momentum, unable to stop his laughter as some of her energy transferred to him. 

“Hi, Charlie,” Harvey said as he pulled her into his lap. “Where’s dad?” 

Charlie stayed pressed against him, but lifted one arm, pointing back towards the door.

Harvey chuckled, holding her as their father entered the room, bags of food in hand. Harvey greeted his father and Charlie finally shifted away from her brother’s chest.

“We brought lunch,” she said, nodding towards their father. 

“Your sister wanted to make sure you gave Donna a proper lunch break,” Gordon offered as Donna cleared a spot for him to set down the bags. The look he gave Harvey was clear enough that Harvey knew that their early arrival was in fact Charlie’s idea…Charlie’s insistence. Harvey was sure the girl had been driving their father mad all morning trying to get them on the earliest train into the city that she could negotiate. He was impressed his father had held out this long.

“You been reading up on Department of Labor laws lately?” Harvey tickled his sister’s side. 

“No!” Charlie giggled as she shot out of his lap, bumping into the table as she tried to get away from him, but Harvey easily trapped her squirming form in his grasp, a facetiously stern eyebrow raised in question. “But Dad said you probably haven’t taken a break all day and I know that’s illegal. In school we get lunch and recess.” 

“Yeah, well, Donna’s not giving recess,” Harvey answered, “But Dad’s right.” 

Neither Harvey or Donna had even considered lunch. Harvey hadn’t even gone home the night before, but now that he could smell the food, he was starving. 

Charlie squealed when Harvey scooped her up and settled her on the table in front of him.Her dirty sneakers narrowly missed Harvey’s leg as they dangled off the table and Harvey shifted back in his seat. He stroked his chin as he looked at her, observing her costume now that he could see her properly. 

She was dressed in some type of brightly colored clown suit, her hair was in pigtails and haphazardly spray-painted in a bright red hue. And her face…her face was painted white with all the accouterments of a clown. All of it a bit smudged from the time she’d spent pressed against his chest. 

Harvey was suddenly glad he’d at some point removed the suit jacket he’d worn yesterday…not that the shirt he was wearing was cheap…far from it, but at least it would be easier to clean. And thanks to Donna stopping by his apartment, he had a change of clothes to switch into. 

“So you really ditched me to be a clown this year?” 

Charlie told him weeks ago that he would have to come up with a costume without her. After years of them matching—characters from Top Gun, The Godfather, and Ferris Bueller—Charlie had informed him she was striking out on her own. She wouldn't tell him what she had planned, just that paired costumes were out.

“It’s no Sundance Kid—” Butch and Sundance had been Harvey’s suggestion for this year— “But you look cute.” 

Charlie scowled, twisting to scowl at their father before turning back to Harvey, her arms pressed across her chest. “I’m not supposed to look cute! I’m supposed to scare you!”

Harvey’s eyes slid from Charlie to their father who shrugged, his hands raised in defeat. 

“Hey, I tried,” he said. “I’m a musician, not a makeup artist, Charlie.” 

Harvey sensed this had already been a discussion between them, that he was late to something and tried to make light of it. 

“Well, I guess clowns are pretty scary,” Harvey conceded. “Especially that Ronald McDonald guy.”

Harvey watched his Dad’s face over Charlie’s head as he said it, the look in his eyes telling Harvey he’d stepped in something. Shit.

“I’m not Ronald McDonald!” Charlie shouted, pushing herself off the table and getting up in his face. “I'm every nightmare you ever had. I am your worst dream come true! I'm everything you ever were afraid of!” 

“You’re Pennywise?” Harvey raised an eyebrow. “Who the hell let you watch It?” 

Charlie shrugged, shrinking back from her brother’s tone—a note of surprise, mostly, but a fair bit of anger, too. She was too young for that sort of stuff as far as Harvey was concerned. Even if some of the stuff Harvey let her watch was a little mature for her too…well, that was different. He was just trying to make sure the kid had a solid foundation in quality film, not scar her for life.

“Your brother,” Gordon answered. “She had nightmares for a week.” 

“No!” Charlie argued, shaking her head. “I liked it!” 

“Well, good. You watch that crap with Marcus.” Because I won’t. Harvey didn’t say it, but horror movies weren’t his thing. Never had been. Not that he was scared. He just didn’t like them. Cheap thrills and crappy production value. Harvey had standards, after all. 

“Marcus said scary movies are good. You just don’t like them because you’re a scaredy cat.” 

“Did he now?” Harvey asked. 

Charlie opened her mouth to continue, but Gordon interrupted. 

“That’s enough, Charlie,” Gordon said. “It’s time to eat.” 

He was amazed that the boys didn’t realize by now that anything one of them said about the other in Charlie’s presence went right back to them. Or maybe Marcus did realize and that had been his intention. To rile his brother from afar. He could never be too sure. The boys liked to pick at each other just as much now as they had when they were kids. And their sister was a convenient weapon. 

Charlie and Marcus had been on the phone a few times that week. That wasn’t too out of the norm. Charlie liked talking with her brothers, but from what he’d overheard there hadn’t been much talking aside from the two of them reviewing Pennywise’s more infamous lines. 

“But what about my face?” Charlie whined. “Harvey said I’m not even scary!”

“I never said—”

“You said I was cute!” she pouted and Harvey had a fleeting thought that if his sister was hellbent on tantruming all afternoon, that in itself was far more frightening than any costume she could wear. He was about to say something to the effect, about to suggest that she rein in the dramatics, when his dad cleared his throat. 

“How about you come and eat your lunch and we’ll fix your costume when we’re done?”

Charlie hesitated, part of her hellbent on being upset, but Donna stepped closer, leaning down to meet Charlie’s eye. She held out a small paper boat, something she’d folded up in the few minutes that Charlie and Harvey had been talking. 

“Did anyone ever tell you that I used to do theater, little chick?” Donna asked. “I can make you look so scary you’ll give your brother nightmares. Go on kiddo, take it.”

 Charlie giggled at Donna’s impersonation and took the boat in her hand, a terrifying grin on her face as she turned towards Harvey, any resemblance to a ‘cute’ clown gone entirely even with her shoddy makeup.

Charlie held the boat out to her brother. “You want it, don't you, Harvey? Oh, of course you—”

Harvey scooped his sister up in his arms before she could finish quoting the clown…before it could really settle in how creepy it was…Charlie looking at her brother like that, speaking to him with that voice. As Harvey’s fingers dug into Charlie’s sides, the facade quickly slipped and all resemblance to the dancing clown wiped away from his sister’s sweet face as she squealed and giggled in his arms. 

“What I want is for you to eat your lunch,” he answered as he plopped her down into the seat at his desk, pushing her in, grateful when she didn’t fight him or start imitating the clown again, instead digging into the piece of pizza Gordon set in front of her. 

“And next year, no creepy clowns for Halloween,” he said. 

Charlie turned towards him as she chewed on a bite of her pizza, a contemplative look in her eye. “This pizza’s not as good as eating—”

“Alright, quit clowning around. You’re scaring your brother,” Gordon interrupted before Charlie could make mention of the clown’s favorite pastime of devouring children. 

Harvey gave his father a look, no appreciate spared for his pun. “No, she’s not,” he argued, but Donna and Gordon were both smirking at them. 

“That’s okay, Harvey,” Charlie said, that deeply unsettling smile back in place as she turned to him. “Be afraid. You all taste so much better when you’re afraid.”

Suits (Lines to Live By) Masterlist

[suxkami]

YEARNING FOR COMFORT , ,

ft . freminet + gn reader

genre : mostly angst + a sprinkle of comfort

summary : you and freminet were supposed to have a friendly hang out session today , but something seems off about him . . .

administration note : hi there ! I know it's been a while since i've posted on here but I'm back ! this is just a silly freminet oneshot i decided to do for him bc he's one of my favorite characters so far in fontaine so enjoy ! :] (im praying this doesn't flop so please enjoy)

warnings : not proofread + emo freminet /j ?! + slight trauma dump from freminet (but comfort from reader in the end <3) + sibling crumbs for you lot + quite short

word count : 1.0K

written by pio on the 9th of september 2023 , !! DO NOT COPY OR STEAL !!

. . .

today, you felt like it would be a great day to go out with your friend freminet, you had felt like you two hadn't hung out for a while since last monday, so why not try talking to him?

although yes, it was common for him to be an introvert most of the time and you knew that pretty much from the beginning when you two first met. it wasn't like him to be distant from people for longer than 3 days, not a whole week.

you couldn't help but feel as if something was wrong. . .

you asked lyney when you saw him out in public,

"ah! , yes of course I have! but uh. . . lately he's been seeming a little off. . . like as if he's not himself "

well at least now you knew he wasn't dead.

you decided to ask lynette about freminet as well,

"yes, but freminet has been avoiding occasions such as eating, me and lyney's shows, and also sleeping." she said,

huh? he's been. . . skipping meals and sleep? did you hear that right?

now you really needed to see him and have a proper talk.

a few hours later, you arrived at the house of the three siblings. you knew that the two of the three were out hosting a show at the Debord hotel, so it just had to be freminet in the house. besides, you knew he wasn't a fan of being outside that much. so he had to be in here.

you knocked on the door, to which at first, the doorknob didn't twist. but when you called out, the door opened after a while of silence.

there stood freminet at the door, you could only see him a little because he was hiding his face behind the door. "Y/N. . .?" he whispered. "freminet. . ." you said his full name which meant you were serious with a hint of sadness in your eyes when you saw him, a frown found it's way on your face.

he looked so pale, the dark circles under his eyes, and his slow. . . very slow figure that was barely holding onto the door. "what- what happened. .?" you whispered, but soon freminet would cut you off. "uh, please. . . please don't tell my siblings about my state. . ." he said. "how long have you been like this fremi. . .?" you asked, "can i come in?" you asked, that last question took him a while to answer before opening the door enough to fit you inside. to which he quickly shut the door.

he gestured for you to follow him into his bedroom upstairs, but you quickly interrupted him. "aren't you hungry?" you asked him, that made freminet's stomach growl quite loudly. indicating that yes. . . he was in fact hungry, "i uh-" "no, you're eating. now." you protested, almost talking to him in a mother like tone.

. . .

it was quiet between you two while you made freminet something to eat, as he sat there waiting at the dining room table with his legs propped up straight and his arms off the table like you two were in the setting of a strict family household at dinner time. the sound of the kettle boiling, the stove being used, and the sink being used to wash some vegetables. you broke the silence when you noticed him at the table, and the sound of your voice nearly made him jumped from how silent it was before.

"you know, you don't have to be so formal just for a meal when around me." you said, it seemed to make freminet's tense figure relax a little. "I don't want you feeling like you're back in the house of hearth again. . ." you sighed, continuing to chop up the vegetables you were prepping after you washed them. but then. . . you heard the sound of. . . sniffling? or maybe it was sobbing?

you snapped your head to look back at freminet who was crying a little, it actually shocked you a bit. this was the first time you've seen him cry in years. but it pained your heart a little, you quickly walked over to him and pulled a chair from the table and sat next to him. rubbing his back soothingly and shushing him, "hey, hey. . . it's alright, im here." you said. comforting him throughout his sibs, "why're you crying?" you asked. freminet quickly wiped his tears and acted strong as he didn't even realize he was crying in front of you. "father says that people who cry are like broken toys. . ." he said, "Y/N. . . am i, broken to you?" he asked you. your heart only softened at this question, "you're not broken to me or anybody else, don't think that." you said, " i think. . . lyney and lynette are broken too. . . like me." he said.

thats when you turned his head to face you, "freminet, look at me." you said. "to me, you're strong, brave, and so amazing when it comes to being independent!" you said, "you will never be seen as a broken person to be, rather, somebody who can be fixed by somebody." you said. your hands were on freminets shoulders as you looked at him deep in the eyes, your words seemed to have some sort of affect on freminet as he stared at you in awe yet also in a daze. "I- well-" freminet stuttered a little from his crying as he sniffled a bit again, wiping his eyes with his nightshirt long sleeve as he looked at you again. "you think so?" he said, "yes of course!" you said. his face now relaxed a little as he was still forming tears from his eyes whilst looking at you.

"thank you, Y/N." freminet said, "for everything..." he said with a faint smile. "i really needed some comfort from somebody like you.."

"don't mention it, now. wait here while i make your food before your stomach grumbles even louder." you said before walking back into the kitchen, right in time when the twins came back from their performance. . .

[remy2fang]

I wrote about this on Twitter, but I might as well post it here too and elaborate.

M. Bison’s hat is in the new SF6 Ed stage and it’s missing the golden Shadaloo emblem. It’s because F.A.N.G took it and wore it as a necklace. For those who read the Feb 2018 three-parter story TOXICITY, it’s been stated that F.A.N.G wanted to revive Shadaloo and M. Bison, in which he thinks the former leader of the organization is not truly dead. He tried to find resources to fund his efforts. Fast forward to late September 2023, F.A.N.G’s plan still tracks as seen from A.K.I.’s arcade mode and by talking to NPC “FANG” Fei in World Tour. F.A.N.G wearing M. Bison’s emblem around his neck is a reminder that he has a purpose to fulfill.

Now you might notice something different with the emblem between the two F.A.N.G illustrations, even though both are supposed to depict the same time frame where F.A.N.G first met A.K.I.. The 2018 version has the emblem clearly drawn with the Shadaloo skull and wing (I don’t know where the other wing went). The 2023 version from the A.K.I. memory art, although highly detailed, the emblem looked simplified. The necklace doesn’t look like a Shadaloo emblem anymore. It only has a vague shape of it. I only noticed this after seeing this gorgeous A.K.I. and F.A.N.G fanart back in the beginning of December of last year:

https://twitter.com/yoooou_know_who/status/1730868640214561227?s=46&t=iEGeYIIN_aP028wRnoVcUQ

I take it that the fanartist probably used the A.K.I. memory as reference to draw F.A.N.G. I don’t know if the artist read the Toxicity story. Most people didn’t read it anyway considering how many people thought F.A.N.G died until the A.K.I. dlc dropped.

Anyway, there are some conjectures why the 2023 version is like this. Maybe the artist just wanted to simplify the shape of the emblem because “so and so” reasons, maybe laziness, despite the entire artwork being super detailed in everything else. Another reason could be that they retcon the emblem and have F.A.N.G wear something else.

What do I think? I think the art direction of the 2023 illustration wanted to obscure the image of the emblem because they don’t want to give everything away story wise, which seems most effective towards those who never read Toxicity. The devs probably wanted to save more storytelling for later. That is why in the base game we don’t hear much about Rashid, A.K.I., Ed, nor Akuma, because that’s a story to tell when these characters come out. And from the sounds from the A.K.I. dlc, not everything has been said about F.A.N.G either. A.K.I. didn’t mention about her master’s Nguuhao dagger even though is was written to be a big deal in the Toxicity story. She didn’t even mention about Shadaloo nor Bison in her memories…that is until the avatar has to do a mission for her because she got a message from FANG to look into Shadaloo. Still, she never said Bison’s name. She seems to view these things as tasks for the job. Hmm…it might be no wonder that the emblem looked blurred. All A.K.I. could think of is her life story and F.A.N.G lol. But F.A.N.G for sure likes Bison and OG Shadaloo.

With the reveal of this new stage, it gave people hope that Bison and/or Seth might return in SF6. I don’t doubt that. There are indications for their return and it’s great that people are excited for it.

For me, when I saw Bison’s hat without the Shadaloo insignia, it all comes full circle from the F.A.N.G-centric Toxicity story. F.A.N.G indeed took it and wore it around his neck. It’s only a matter of time when either he or someone else explains about the missing insignia. Because of Bison’s hat on the stage, I now have Sign #14 that F.A.N.G might return playable lololol.

Now let me pour more of my running thoughts here. I have a feeling that F.A.N.G had something to do with the ruined Shadaloo lab. He must’ve placed Bison’s hat on the chair after taking the insignia. The lab equipment seems to be working too. Remember, F.A.N.G was trying to fund the revival project as mentioned in Toxicity. I think this is the result of it.

Sure, it could be someone else who placed Bison’s hat on the chair, but I don’t know who else is as passionate about Bison and Shadaloo other than F.A.N.G himself. Balrog only cares about money and even worked for the Illuminati during SFV. Vega doesn’t seem to care about Shadaloo either and Sagat doesn’t want anything to do with the organization anymore. The Dolls are free and want to live ordinary lives. There are some Shadaloo henchmen that are loyal to Bison from one of Rashid’s missions. Since these lackeys were targeting Rashid, they might be affiliated with F.A.N.G because he’s the one character who has a major grudge against him…but who knows, they might be JP’s allies instead. Though, one could say that Juri Han might’ve set the entire thing up. Revive Bison and finally enacting revenge against him. She always wanted that anyway lol.

[draco-dormiens]

THE STRANGEST OF PLACES - Chapter Nine

draco x fem!ravenclaw reader / postwar au series

warnings: draco may or may not be an ickle bit of a liar

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Chapter Nine - A Quiet Drink

Saturday morning Draco woke with an uneasy feeling in his stomach. The night before he had skipped out on dinner, losing his appetite as soon as his mother had left. He'd barely slept, so when he brushed his teeth, he got a good look at the bags under his eyes. This was just typical, the one time he finally asks you to go somewhere other than the Astronomy tower, this happens. His mother had impeccable timing. Today was supposed to be about the two of you, spending time together in a public place for once, but now he looked like death warmed up. He got himself together and ran a few laps around the castle grounds before breakfast, but even that didn't make him hungry. Nevertheless, he forced down some porridge and headed for the shower, standing under the hot water for a long minute and just thinking as the steam filled up the bathroom.

Draco had been looking forward to seeing you today. He always looks forward to seeing you, but tonight it was different. He's established in his own way that his feelings for you had started to blossom into something else, because lately he'd been thinking of you in a way that was certainly not friendly. A few nights ago, he woke up in a cold sweat about it, and decided that if this is a crush, he didn't want it, because it's mentally draining him. A couple of nights ago in the Astronomy tower he'd almost slipped up and had to blame the alcohol on his stupidity. You were the one person he had felt comfortable around in a long, long time. He couldn't mess it up because of a few beers in his system. That's just embarrassing, and besides, who was he to assume you wanted to hear that from him? He washes his hair and dresses himself for the day.

Draco didn't spend much time outside of his dorm unless it was for class or to see you, but as of late he's been feeling a bit better about sitting in the common room. He heads down there with his current read, and takes a spot in the corner, away from everyone else. Around a chapter and a half in, the light coming from the air vents above disappeared, and he glances up from his book to see who had taken it away.

"Hi, Malfoy. Hope I'm not interrupting."

Draco had seen the boy before, a current sixth year and the Slytherin Quidditch team captain. The boy seemed nervous, bouncing a little on his feet.

"Can I help you?" Draco drawls, and the boy clears his throat.

"You were seeker a few years back, right?"

Draco nods slowly, and the boy takes the seat beside him, excitement all over his face.

"A bloody good one too," he says enthusiastically, "I used to come to all of your games. Not to sound weird or anything."

That makes Draco feel a little good about himself. He was a great seeker, and when he pulled out of Quidditch altogether, the team plummeted miserably. He closes his book.

"Thanks," he smiles thinly, "is there a reason you're telling me this?"

"Oh, yeah, of course," the boy says, as if he had forgotten why he came over in the first place, "the team and I were wondering if you'd like to come back?"

"To Quidditch?"

"Yeah," the boy nods, "you see, our previous seeker was a bit of a wet lettuce, and we haven't won a match since September, so we had to let him go. I've spoken to the team about asking you, and we'd love to have you as our new seeker. Only if you want to, of course. No pressure."

Draco wasn't entirely sure how he felt about that. He was bound to be rusty; he hadn't played in so long, and not to mention he gave away all his Quidditch stuff. He had no broom, or uniform, because going back had never crossed his mind. The boy looks at Draco with anticipation, eyes wide and waiting for a response.

"Look," Draco says, leaning forward, "I haven't played in a really long time, and if I'm honest, I fell out of the love with it (which was a blatant lie) so you're probably best asking someone else."

"There isn't anyone as good as you," the boy presses, "you're the best seeker this house ever had. Please, just think about it. If you decide in a few days that it's a definite no, I won't bother you again."

Draco takes a moment to think that over. The boy seems adamant about him returning as seeker, but his popularity isn't at an all-time high. If he became seeker, the team could lose support.

"Alright," Draco said, "I'll think about."

"Amazing," the boy grins, getting up from the chair, "I'll ask you again in a few days, yeah? It would be so incredible if you say yes, but again, no pressure. Thanks for hearing me out."

The boy rushes off, presumably to tell his teammates about their conversation, leaving Draco to replay what just happened in his mind. Did the rest of the team really want him to join that much? He thought his reputation in this school had sunken to the deepest depth of the ocean, but maybe not everything he did was bad.

Maybe there was some good among it.

That evening it began to rain, which was just another thing to make Draco's night miserable. His mother's visit had been circling around in his mind, knowing that tomorrow he'd be eating fancy lunch in a fancy restaurant with Astoria Greengrass. He'd thought about telling you, but then you might wonder why he's telling you, because he had no idea what your feelings were. It wasn't as if he was someone you'd go for, you're far too kind and considerate and he's, well, Draco. He opted for a black jumper and jeans to match, fixing his hair one last time, and grabbing an umbrella before heading down to meet you outside of Ravenclaw tower.

The way you were with each other had him confused. You were happy to hold his hand, snuggle against him and share stories about yourself, but from Draco's experience with women, all the girls he spent time with did that. You might just be comfortable with him, which is nice, but it only made his mind more cluttered. He wanted to touch you like that, how he did in the Astronomy tower a couple of nights ago, huddled under a blanket with your hands intertwined. Is that just something you did with your friends or just him? So many questions he wanted to ask you, but each time he thought about it his throat almost closed. He walked through the chilly corridors until he reached the corner just before your dormitories. Before he continued, he peaked around to see if you were there yet. He didn't want to appear too eager, but there you were, waiting for his arrival. He couldn't move for a second, nerves freezing him to the spot, because the sight of you had his eyes glued to where you were standing. You were wearing something casual, much like him, but the outfit you had on was possibly the cutest thing he'd ever seen in his life. A cardigan covered your shoulders, hair done nicely and black boots to pull it altogether. He found himself staring, feeling a little creepy about it, but he just couldn't help it. You were utterly perfect. One last composure check, and he proceeded towards you, catching your attention as he got closer. You turn, eyes lighting up upon seeing him and a wide, pleased smile across your face. His heart swelled to three times its size.

"Hey," you say sweetly, and before he can think you're wrapping your arms around his torso. He doesn't want you to move away, so quickly swallows his shock and hugs you back.

"Hi," he says, "you doing okay?"

"Uh-huh," you sound into his chest, "so pleased to see you."

He can feel his face getting warmer, and he's smiling, really smiling to himself. If anyone saw him, this Draco would be unrecognisable.

"I'm pleased to see you too," he tells you, squeezing you close before pulling back, "are you ready?"

You nod enthusiastically, and Draco puts out his arm for you to take. Lacing your arm through his, he leads you out into the rain, putting up the umbrella to cover you both. Along the way you talked, about everything and nothing on the winding road towards Hogsmeade. As the village comes into view, the yellow lights in the distance become streetlamps and shop windows. You make your way to the Three Broomsticks, entering the bustling pub to be met with warmth and the smell of butterscotch.

"I'll get these," Draco says above the noise, "you go find a seat."

You do so, spotting a cosy corner for the two of you. He brings over two delicious looking butterbeers, cold and frothy. He places them down, and you don't waste time on sipping it eagerly.

"Thank you," you breathe after the first taste, satisfied, "I've been thinking about this all day."

"About the butterbeer or me?" Draco teases, and he likes how quick you are to look away from him, cheeks like tomatoes. He grins at you over the rim of his glass.

"The butterbeer, obviously," you mutter, "seeing you is a bonus factor."

Now he's the one avoiding eye contact and he thinks how silly this seems. For the first time in his life, he feels shy. Self-conscious, almost. You make him feel like a mushy mess. That's the best way he could describe it. Usually, he's so smooth he made other guys sick. Draco could get a girl quicker than clicking his fingers, but with you, he doesn't even know where to look half the time.

"So," he changes the subject, "has your Saturday been good so far?"

"It's been really great, actually," you say happily, "Hermione and I went into Hogsmeade again. This time I didn't buy sweets, though. We spent most of the time in a little second-hand bookshop."

"Sounds nice," he smiles across at you, "you spend a lot of time together, don't you?"

You nod as you sip your drink.

"Hermione and I met in Ancient Runes during our third year," you tell him, and he's listening intensively, "we just hit it off, and then I found out she knew Luna, too. We just kind of get each other, I guess."

"And you've been close ever since?"

"Yeah," you grin, "I love her to bits."

Draco shares a lopsided smile.

"That's sweet," he says, "the only friends I really had were Crabbe and Goyle."

You begin to laugh.

"Oh Merlin," you said, "you three were the absolute worst, you know that?"

He starts to laugh along with you.

"Yeah," he agrees, "we caused some havoc, that's for sure. I do miss them from time to time."

"I bet what happened to Crabbe was hard," you said, voice softening. He begins to twirl the stem of his glass between his fingertips. He swallows thickly.

"It was," he mumbles, "I often wish I'd done more to help him."

Your hand quickly found his, squeezing gently as you look at him with those kind eyes. He can't help but look back at them, glistening in the light of the fire. You're just so full of love, he can see it in the way you stare at him. You want to help him, soothe him. All he wants is to lean in.

"It wasn't your fault," you tell him softly, "tragic things happen, and we have to learn to live with them. I think Crabbe would be happy to know you were thinking of him."

He gazes at you for a long time, as you begin to trace his knuckles with your thumb like you usually do. Draco thinks you're the most beautiful woman he's ever met, inside and out.

"You really are special, Y/L/N," he says quietly, "you have no idea how much."

That makes you feel a little overwhelmed because you know he means it. You release his hand and nervously shift in your sheet, not able to help the ever-growing smile on your face.

"Your far nicer than people think," you compliment, and he chuckles quietly.

"I'm only nice when I want to be," he admits, a cheeky smile as he raises an eyebrow at you knowingly. You giggle, a sound he absolutely adores. He wants to hear it all the time, everywhere he is, anywhere he goes. It's the most wonderful thing to experience. Draco hadn't really thought about it before, but even the sound of someone can be attractive.

"What about you?" you ask then, "how has your day been?"

"Actually, something odd happened this morning," he knits his brows together, and you tilt your head in question, "the Slytherin Quidditch captain asked me to be the new seeker."

Your face lights up in excitement.

"You said yes, didn't you?"

"Well, I said I'd think about it," he said, and you look at him in shock, "I wasn't sure."

"Draco," you say excitedly, grabbing his arm, "you should go for it, that's so great! I'll come to your matches, even the ones against Ravenclaw."

He laughs lightly, and places his hand over yours.

"Thank you," he said, "but I haven't played in so long. I'm probably diabolical now."

"You won't know if you don't try," you tell him, shaking your head, "say yes, Draco. For me?"

For you. You seem so excited for him, and he begins to rethink his answer. He was going to say no after a few days, out of fear for the team's reputation, but you really want him to do this. You seem to believe in him, which is both nice and frightening at the same time for Draco. He didn't want to disappoint you, and besides, who's to say this wasn't a good thing. He smiles at you.

"Alright," he agrees, and you bounce a little on the spot. Draco thinks you're adorable. He notices your drink is halfway finished, "want another?" he points to your glass, and you wave a dismissive hand.

"Oh no, please, let me."

"I asked you here, so I buy," he tells you, moving to take your glass. You stop his hand with yours.

"Draco, you paid before, so let-"

He swipes your glass before you speak with his other hand, winking as he gets up and walks over to the bar. You scoff lightly, but you're smiling like an idiot. The feeling you get when you're around him is so light and care-free, like all your problems don't matter anymore and it's just the two of you. He has a certain way of making everything feel better, and it's a feeling you want to bottle and keep in your pocket. Draco Malfoy was becoming someone very important to you, and you could only wish you were for him, too.

You drink and talk until the pub starts to empty, but neither of you notice because all you can focus on is each other. The thought of his forced lunch date with Astoria had completely slipped his mind, all he could think about were the stories you told him and the way your eyes lit up each time he mentioned something you found interesting. He loved the way you listened to him, in such depth and in such interest, like you wanted to reach each tiny crevice of his mind, and you did. He had no fear in sharing embarrassing tales of his times with Crabbe and Goyle, or failed romantic gestures, or even facts about his family. Everything was just so easy with you. Once you'd drank up and you were two of the last customers, you headed back out into the rain, hanging on to his arm as you wandered up to the castle. Draco walked you all the way back to your tower, even though it was in the opposite way to the dungeons. Something about how he needed to know you had made it to the front door.

"Well, this is me," you sing as the doorway to your tower comes into view. You let go of his arm and come to stand before him, "thank you for tonight, Draco. It's been truly lovely."

He shoves his hands into his pockets and looks towards his feet. You think he wants to say something, and you wait to see what it is, but it doesn't seem to come out. For a moment you think of asking him, but then he looks up and smiles, and the thought vanishes.

"No worries, I enjoyed it." He says instead. You put your arms out, as to ask him for a hug, and yet again he starts to feel like he's suffocating and his hearts pounding. He accepts it, wrapping his arms around your torso as yours find their place around his neck. You squeeze him a little, and he responds with one back, causing you to chuckle against him. He closes his eyes to savour that sound.

"Goodnight," he says quietly, pulling back to look at you, "I'll see you Monday."

"What are you doing tomorrow?" you asked suddenly, and the cogs in his mind go into overdrive, looking for an excuse. He can't tell you about Astoria. He has no idea how you'll react, and part of him doesn't want to find out.

"I need to study," he finds himself spewing, "sorry, I would, but I just need to get on top of things."

"It's fine," you giggle, putting your palm against his cheek, and immediately he stops talking (and breathing, but you don't know that), "we'll just see each other on Monday, at the usual spot."

"Yeah," he breathes in relief, "at the Astronomy tower."

You smile up at him, and then on your tiptoes, press a fleeting kiss to his cheek. His heart begins to pound against his ribcage, and he worries his face is giving away how that made him feel, because if it is, you'll think he's absolutely crackers.

"Goodnight, Draco," you said softly, "see you Monday. Sleep well."

Then you disappear beyond the door to Ravenclaw tower, looking back one last time to wave, leaving him stood in the same spot with his heart racing and mind a load of mush. He'd never experienced it before, but that had made his knees weak, and now he feels like a puddle on the ground. He melted right then and there, just from a small peck on the cheek. Since when did he become so soft? This woman was making him pathetic. A smile then breaks out on his face, as he runs his hands through his hair, turning to walk back to the dungeons in the best mood he'd been in for months. All he had to do now was get through this lunch tomorrow, and then on Monday, everything would go back to normal.

That's what he was hoping for, anyway.

disclaimer: i do not own hp or any of the characters in this story

dividers from: @firefly-graphics & @happy-ash-edits

[jon-withnoh]

heyy responding to the top 100 post, how about Danbecca and Nr. 69, I'd love to read it :)))))

There was a smudge of lipstick on her sleeve. It was Rebecca’s lipstick, a dull red against the black of her dress. She had not noticed it when dressing Rebecca. It was only now that she had been relegated to this quiet room while Rebecca dutifully sat through her engagement dinner that she had had a moment to think. She had sat in the window seat for almost an hour now, pondering everything that this dinner would mean. An early summer wedding, surely, and a honeymoon that stretched into September. And then… what? 

Danny’s mouth twitched. She knew what would happen then. Married life. Children. Rebecca’s glow fading with every passing year. Rebecca did not take well to being contained, she never had, no matter how grand her prison had been. First boarding school, from which Danny had heard impassioned accounts when Rebecca was home for the holidays. Then a few more years at her childhood home. Presiding over her father’s dinners, running the household in her late mother’s stead. Stolen days here and there. Attending parties with school friends — two words only Danny knew to be code for something else entirely — a weekend in the country to go riding, summer by the coast in her sailing gear. 

How would Rebecca live without her little freedoms? Danny could not imagine that any husband of Rebecca’s would allow her to continue as she had. 

There was a small commotion in the hallway. A moment later, Rebecca slipped into the room. 

“You need to hem this before I wear it again, Danny,” Rebecca said at once. “It caught in my shoe. I nearly knocked over a very expensive vase.” 

“This type of skirt is meant to be long,” Danny said patiently. “You’re supposed to lift it while you walk.” 

“I know, I know.” Rebecca rolled her eyes. She took a few more steps into the room, lifting her skirt almost above her knees. “Something like this, no?”

Danny could not help but smile. Her gaze flitted down Rebecca’s leg, the silky fabric of her stocking, the silver buckle of her shoe. “Why aren’t you at dinner?”

“Oh, I said I needed to powder my nose.” Rebecca shrugged. “I was dying to hear your opinion.”

“My opinion on what, madam?” It was easiest to feign innocence. Rebecca need not know how much her impending nuptials had occupied Danny’s thoughts. 

“You opinion on Max, silly. You know my assessment of him won’t be complete until you’ve told me what you think.” 

And yet, Danny thought, you are already engaged. 

“Well?” Rebecca had squeezed into the window seat next to Danny, one hand coming to rest on Danny’s thigh. “Tell me.” 

“He is very handsome, madam.” A glimpse of him in the foyer had been sufficient to ascertain that.

“I know that. What else?”  

Danny sighed. “He appears to be very well-bred. He certainly has money.”

“And?”

“There’s not much else for me to observe from a distance, madam.” 

“I suppose not.” Rebecca pursed her lips. “Father approves.”

“He would be a fool not to. Mr de Winter is more than able to provide for you.”

“Still, it’s dreadfully rural, isn’t it? Cornwall. I’ll spend most of my time paying calls and receiving dreary people for tea.” 

“You’d be calling on people in London too. It’s not so different.” 

Rebecca shrugged her shoulders again and leaned back against the window frame. “I suppose it wouldn’t be so bad if you were there.” 

“Pardon?”

“I want you to come with me to Manderley. Father can talk all he wants about hiring a new maid once I’m married, but I don’t want any of them. I won’t have anyone but you. Please Danny, say you’ll come with me? I couldn’t bear to go if you weren’t with me.” Rebecca’s eyes were wide, her face earnest. She reached out her hand. 

Danny took it without hesitation, even though her heart was racing. Go with Rebecca to Manderley. Spend each day with her there, dressing her, observing her, enduring each change in her as long as it meant Danny never had to leave her. A future full of Rebecca morning, noon and night. Rebecca, Rebecca, Rebecca. 

“Please, Danny.” Rebecca squeezed her hand. “I’ll beg father to pay for one of the London courses for you if you’re worried about your duties. Not that I think you should be. I’ll do anything. Please just let me keep you.” 

“Of course, madam.” Danny’s mouth was dry. “Of course I’ll come. I wouldn’t dream of leaving you.” 

So, song number 69 was wildly unsuited for Rebecca fic (I don’t remember what song it was, but believe me it did not work). I went with the next song instead which was “When the Chips are down” from Hadestown. I hope you enjoyed!