#hiii lemme know if I need to write something different

[h8fuckk]

@littlestvrs sent: "I beg your fucking pardon?"

She can hear the sharpness of Astarion’s tone still hanging in the air between them, as cutting as a blade’s edge. His indignant outburst is like music to her ears, a tantalizing symphony of affront and simmering anger. She stands tall, unbothered, her stance regal and defiant, one clawed hand resting lightly on her studded hip, the other tracing the bare skin of her collarbone with languid ease.

❛ You heard me, ❜ she purrs, her voice a silk-slick caress against the heavy night air. Confidence drips from her words, slow and unhurried, like molasses pooling beneath a web. Her long, silver hair, freed from its usual binds, cascades down her spine like liquid moonlight, contrasting with the dark stretch of leathery wings that twitch and adjust behind her——massive, veiny things that cast twisted shadows across the campsite. The firelight flickers across her skin, painting her in warm, infernal hues, though her pale, almost gray complexion gleams like ivory beneath it.

She takes a step forward, slow, deliberate, allowing the hem of her silk nightgown to whisper against her thighs as she moves. The fabric, sheer and small, clings to her like a second skin, accentuating the curves of her devilish body in a way she knows is provocative, a weapon in its own right. Her feet make no sound on the cold ground.

Nepharia tilts her head, examining him like a hunter might observe prey——studious, detached, yet with a flicker of something else beneath. Curiosity, perhaps. Or amusement. She had been watching him for days now, taking in the careful way he built his facade——the sharp, witty barbs, the effortless charm, the air of danger that clung to him like perfume. But beneath all of that, Nepharia could smell the truth. Fear. Desperation. A hunger far deeper than his shallow flirtations would ever suggest.

❛ I believe your desire to be performative, ❜ she continues, her voice as smooth as velvet, low and intimate. She lets her words hang in the air, savoring the way they might press against him, testing the edges of his carefully crafted mask. ❛ You put on a pretty mask, a convincing one even . . . ❜ Her eyes roam over his form, gleaming with a predatory glint. ❛ But I smell no true lust——not for something as superficial as flesh. ❜ Her wings stretch wider behind her, casting even larger, more ominous shadows across the camp, blotting out the stars where they rise toward the sky.

❛ You crave bigger, darker things. ❜ Her gaze sharpens as she speaks, her words dark and deliberate, like the pull of a knife across soft skin. ❛ I like that about you. ❜

Nepharia steps closer still, invading the space between them, her presence dark and palpable. Her voice lowers to a murmur, but the words are still sharp, dripping with dangerous allure. ❛ You want to taste my blood more than you want to taste my flesh, and I can respect that in another creature who hungers for sin. ❜

[lupinqs]

CRUSH CULTURE ━━ paige bueckers x reader

☆ ━ summary: paige has a hopeless crush on you, a cheerleader.

☆ ━ word count: 5.4K

☆ ━ warnings: alcohol consumption, kissing, this one’s tame

☆ ━ links: my masterlist, inspired by this request (lol i know this was forever ago)

☆ ━ author’s note: hiii i hope y’all enjoy—lemme know if you guys want a part 2 and if so send in ideas for it!!! i have been hopelessly uncreative recently!!! also yes i have been writing tmtc and safe and sound i promise—new chapter of tmtc should be out sometime this weekend, no idea on safe and sound because goddamn that fic takes me forever to write

PAIGE HAS ALWAYS noticed you—though, funny enough, at first it wasn’t because you cheered. That part didn’t even register until her junior year, when she started paying attention to things off the court. But she’d first noticed you back in her sophomore year, in that one class she didn’t feel like she needed at all. She’d often zone out, either doodling in the margins of her notebook or letting her eyes drift around the room as she let her mind wander. Her gaze would skip over classmates until, one day, it stopped on you.

And, God, she remembers that moment. The way she’d blinked, like she needed to reset her brain for a second because… well, you. It wasn’t anything specific, nothing she could even name at the time. But there was this something about you that made her stomach flip. From then on, whenever she zoned out, her eyes would find you before she even realized it. You’d be focused on your notes or lost in thought, completely unaware, and Paige would catch herself staring just a little too long.

She’d think about talking to you, but for some reason, you made her nervous. And that wasn’t something Paige was used to feeling—not with girls. She’d been confident her whole life, even a little cocky when it came to flirting, and her reputation certainly proceeded her. But with you, all of that confidence vanished. Her brain would go blank, her hands would fidget, and her heart would pound just watching you, sitting across the room. The idea of walking up to you, striking up a conversation, felt almost laughable. You’d somehow managed to turn her, Paige Bueckers, into a stammering mess with just a look.

And then there was the other part—the part that kept her from making a move even when she managed to work up the nerve. You looked so…straight. She knows it’s a stupid assumption, but something about the way you carried yourself—she’d convinced herself that you had to be straight. Maybe it was the way you fit in with the other girls, how they flocked around you like they were all in some effortlessly straight, picture-perfect group. Whatever it was, Paige felt certain you’d never look at her the way she looked at you.

So she let it go, or at least, she tried to. But you kept slipping into her thoughts, distracting her in that class, making her mind wander back to you when she least expected it. Her silly little crush on you lingered all through sophomore year, and even when summer rolled around, she found herself thinking of you every now and then, imagining what it might have been like to know you outside of that class.

Then junior year rolled around, and her whole world changed with that ACL tear. Benched for the season, her focus shifted in ways she never anticipated. Instead of charging down the court, she found herself sitting on the sidelines, watching, observing things she normally wouldn’t have noticed. And it was during one of those games, one of those long, frustrating nights when she just wanted to play, that she saw you again—this time, on the court as one of the cheerleaders.

At first, she couldn’t believe it. She actually had to blink a few times, like her brain was trying to catch up with what her eyes were seeing. This was her third year at UConn, and she hadn’t noticed you were a cheerleader ever. Maybe she really was just unobservant, but it truly shocked her. You looked completely different from how you did in class—more animated, more alive, like you were in your element. And when you started that long, impressive tumbling pass down the court, her jaw dropped. She didn’t even know you could do that, and it left her staring, heart hammering in a way she hadn’t felt in a long time. (And maybe the tiny little uniform helped speed it up, too.)

From then on, Paige couldn’t keep her eyes off you during games. She’d always find herself watching you, wondering if you’d somehow feel her gaze, hoping that maybe, just once, you’d look her way. She spent so many games like that—sneaking glances, letting her mind wander, imagining what it might be like to finally work up the nerve to talk to you. But game after game, you never seemed to notice her, too focused on your routines, your teammates, and the cheering crowd around you.

And Paige? She knew she was hopelessly stuck. She’d sit there on the sidelines, feeling ridiculous, pining after a girl she couldn’t even talk to, a girl she thought she’d never really have a chance with. It was her worst crush yet—the kind that left her feeling off-balance, stumbling over her own thoughts, trying to convince herself that it didn’t matter—and she’d never even spoken to you. But each time she saw you out there, smiling, moving with that same effortless grace, she’d feel that same pull, that same quiet, persistent ache.

It’s senior year now, and Paige has one thing on her mind: basketball. It’s been more than a year since she’s played, and she’s determined to make this season count. All summer, she told herself the same thing over and over: Stay focused. Don’t get distracted. No more drifting thoughts, no more daydreams, and absolutely no more pointless crushes on girls she can’t have. And especially no crushes on you.

You, the cheerleader she’d spent too many junior year games staring at from the sidelines. You, the girl she still thought about when her mind wandered late at night, even though she knew better. No, this year, she was locking in. She’d worked too hard, too long, to let her head get all twisted up over you again. She was here to play basketball, not to chase after some unattainable crush.

But as she jogs onto the court for warm-ups, trying to ignore the butterflies that come with her first game back, her eyes somehow find you anyway. Just like they always do. And it’s like no time has passed at all. You’re laughing with the other cheerleaders, your hair perfectly styled in a half-up-half-down, a bow nestled in it, your uniform hugging you just right. The lights catch on your skin, giving you this soft glow, and your smile—God, that smile, so open and sweet and painfully distracting—has her heart skipping a beat before she even realizes it. Paige quickly snaps her eyes away, reminding herself she’s here to play, not to get lost in some imaginary world where she has a chance with you. This is her first game back, and even if it’s just an exhibition against Dayton, she’s got to make it count.

With a deep breath, she manages to brush you off. The pregame excitement kicks in, and her focus sharpens as the game begins. And it’s everything she’s been waiting for—the sounds of the court, the rush of the crowd, the thrill of moving with the ball in her hands again. She’s finally back, and for the first quarter, she’s locked in, feeling the rhythm of the game, feeling unstoppable.

Then it happens. KK makes a bad pass, and Paige is already in motion, chasing down the ball to save it from going out of bounds. She dives, stretching to reach it, but it’s just out of reach. Before she can stop herself, she’s crashing full speed into the sidelines—right into the cheerleaders.

Right into you.

The impact is quick and jarring, and she scrambles to her feet as fast as she can, heart hammering in her chest. She’s prepared to rattle off an apology when she realizes who she’s just barreled into. You’re significantly smaller than her, and her stomach drops as she takes in your wide eyes and the faint wince that flickers across your face. But you handle it with the same grace she’d always admired from afar, waving her off with a laugh and saying, “It’s fine! You’re good!” Your smile is easy, casual, and she’s even more mortified by how sweet you’re being about it.

She tries to apologize again, but you’re already brushing it off with that smile, and she feels her face heating up as she mumbles something unintelligible before hurrying back onto the court. But now her head’s a mess, all her carefully built-up focus gone, replaced by the embarrassing replay of what just happened. She tells herself to get it together, but it’s no use. Her mind keeps drifting back to the look on your face, to the sound of your laugh, to the softness in your smile when you waved her off.

The rest of the game passes in a frustrating blur. She’s off her rhythm, missing open shots she’d normally sink with ease, getting caught in rotations she usually anticipates. By the end, she’s only scored eight points—a painfully low number, especially for her—and she feels the weight of it like a stone in her stomach. She should be thinking about the game, her missed shots, how to get her focus back. But as she sits on the bench, watching the last few minutes tick away, all she can think about is you standing there, laughing off her clumsy collision, looking up at her with that easy, unbothered smile.

So much for not getting distracted.

After the game, Paige is still kicking herself over how sloppy her performance was. She lingers in the locker room, hoping to avoid any unwanted run-ins. But finally, when she’s convinced she’s given it enough time for everyone to clear out, she heads out into the quiet halls of Gampel Pavilion.

Except, of course, her luck isn’t that great. Just as she’s walking out, she spots you—still in your cheer uniform but with a UConn sweatshirt thrown over it, heading down the hall, cheer bag on your back. Her first instinct is to turn around, bolt back into the locker room, and hope to avoid any more humiliation, but it’s already too late. You look up, and your eyes meet, and suddenly she’s frozen in place, panicking because she’s actually staring straight into your eyes.

And then you smile at her. That smile, the one that sends her brain into a meltdown every time. But it’s so much worse now because your smile is directed at her. And, suddenly, you’re walking up to her and saying, “Hey, good game tonight,” and Paige is pretty sure her heart has stopped.

She tries to seem casual, to play it cool, but all she can manage is a shrug and a half-hearted, “Eh, wasn’t my best.” She’s hoping you don’t notice her stutter, but her cheeks are burning, giving her away.

You just wave it off, your dimple showing as you grin up at her. “Nah, this was just your warm-up. You haven’t played in, like, over a year. Next game you’ll drop thirty.”

Paige blinks, and the fact that you know she’s good at basketball—even though everyone knows she’s good at basketball—is enough to send her into a coma, she thinks. “Oh, gosh,” she says, rubbing the back of her neck, struggling to find words. “Gonna have to now, just for you.” The second it’s out of her mouth, she mentally facepalms. That totally sounds like she’s trying to flirt with you.

But you just laugh, eyes crinkling as you look at her, completely unfazed. “I’ll hold you to it,” you say, and that smile doesn’t waver.

There’s a pause, and Paige knows this is where you’re about to say goodbye, and she panics because, after two years of thinking and practically obsessing over you, she’s finally talking to you, and it feels too short, too fleeting. Before she can second-guess herself, she blurts, “Oh—uh, hey, about earlier… when I ran into you. I’m… really sorry about that.”

You shake your head, smiling even wider, brushing it off with an easy laugh. “Don’t worry about it. Happens all the time; more than you’d think.”

There’s something so casual and warm about the way you say it, and she feels herself relax a little, caught up in the fact that you’re looking right at her, not at all bothered, almost… endeared? And for some reason, seeing your dimpled smile has her stammering like she’s never done before.

“So… uh…” Paige stumbles, her words failing, her confidence gone. “Are you, um, going to Ted’s tonight?” She bites her lip the moment it’s out, but she presses on. “You know, a lot of people go there after the first game—it’s kinda, like, a…thing. Which, y’know, I guess you probably already know about because… you’re, like, not a freshman…” She sounds so stupid. God.

You tilt your head slightly, considering, before you smile at her again. “I wasn’t really planning on going, but…” You pause, looking at her with a bit of a spark in your eyes, and for a second, she feels like she might actually combust. “Should I?”

Paige’s eyes widen, and she’s nodding before she can stop herself. “Y-yes! I—I think you’d have a good time.” She mentally scolds herself for the stutter, but you’re just nodding, still smiling, still looking so effortlessly at ease while she’s a nervous mess.

You laugh softly, a sound she’s sure she’ll replay in her head all night, and say, “Alright. I’ll think about it. And if I do decide to go, I’ll see you there, Bueckers.”

And with one last smile, you turn and walk away, leaving her standing there in shock, her heart racing and her mind replaying every word you just said. She’s tempted to pinch herself, convinced this has to be some elaborate daydream because there’s no way she actually just talked to you.

She doesn’t move for a long moment, replaying the way you said her name, the sound of your laugh, and the chance that she might actually see you tonight.

IT’S LATER in the night at Ted’s, and Paige is doing her best to stay composed, talking with one of the guys from the men’s team. Dirty Shirley in hand, she’s feeling just the faintest buzz, not enough to loosen her grip on reality but just enough to feel the edges of her confidence soften. She’s nodding along to something the guy’s saying when, over his shoulder, she spots you walking in.

Paige’s attention falters as she takes you in. You’re in baggy jeans that hang low on your hips, and a leather tube top that clings in all the right places, dipping enough to make her gaze lower slightly. She can barely tear her gaze away as you head over to the bar with a couple of friends, both of whom Paige recognizes from the cheer team. You’re laughing, leaning into one of them, completely at ease, and she can’t stop watching.

She realizes she’s staring a little too long, so she quickly excuses herself, not to talk to you—God, no, she can’t even think straight around you—but to hide by her teammates before she does something stupid. Her teammates notice her the moment she approaches, grinning as they watch her flustered expression.

“You see who just walked in, P?” Azzi teases, nudging her.

Paige groans, cheeks burning. “Don’t start.”

But they’re all laughing, and Ice is elbowing KK with a smirk. Nika, who’s been listening with a barely disguised grin, rolls her eyes. “Okay, this is ridiculous. You’ve had a crush on this girl since, like, forever. Go talk to her.”

“Are you kidding? I can’t. She’s—” Paige doesn’t even finish the sentence, glancing over her shoulder just in time to see you at the bar, waiting for your drink. She’d be lying if she said her confidence hadn’t evaporated the moment you walked in, looking like that.

“Girl boo,” KK sighs dramatically, before grabbing Paige’s wrist and dragging her toward the bar. Paige stumbles after her, mumbling weak protests, but KK is determined, practically hauling her across the crowded floor until they’re standing right next to you. KK orders a Sprite, leaning casually on the bar and glancing over at you with a grin. “Hey, girly pop! You cheer, right?”

You smile, looking more at Paige than at KK, and Paige’s heart thuds against her ribs. “Yeah, I do,” you say, introducing yourself and holding out a hand to KK, but your gaze flickers right back to Paige, who’s half-hiding behind her friend, cheeks pink and looking slightly caught. “Hi, Paige.”

Paige’s voice comes out a little sheepish. “Hey.”

KK smirks, clearly satisfied, and gives Paige a quick wink before excusing herself, leaving Paige standing there alone with you.

There’s a beat of awkward silence as Paige shifts on her feet, trying to keep herself from looking like an idiot, which is hard considering how aware she is of every single thing about you—your posture, your smile, the way you’re leaning in just close enough that she can catch a faint hint of your perfume.

“So,” Paige says, trying for casual. “You glad you came?”

You tilt your head, your lips quirking up. “Hmm, not sure yet. I’m not too impressed so far.”

She nods, stifling a wince, feeling more awkward than she can ever remember. And yet, her mind’s racing, urging her to just go for it, because this is her moment. She’s Paige Bueckers—she’s supposed to be confident. She always is. Besides, if you’re not interested, at least she’ll know. And if you are…

She hesitates, then swallows, trying to keep her voice steady as she says, “Um… can I buy you a drink?”

There’s a flicker of something in your eyes—maybe amusement, maybe surprise—and she’s mentally bracing herself for you to say no when you glance at the bar and say, “Actually, I just ordered one.” Her heart sinks a little, but she forces a smile, trying to play it off. Of course you’re not interested; she should have known better—

Then you’re leaning closer, nudging her elbow with yours, and you smirk, your voice soft and playful. “But you can buy my next one, if you want.”

Paige’s brain short-circuits as your words settle in, her mouth going dry as she realizes what you just said. “Uh, y-yeah, totally,” she manages, trying to keep from looking as giddy as she feels. “I…I’d love to.”

Your smirk turns into a grin, and you’re looking at her like she’s the only person in the room. She’s trying to come up with something smooth to say when, suddenly, one of your friends pops ups beside you and Paige, tugging on your arm, pulling you off the barstool and towards the crowd with a teasing, “Come on!”

Paige opens her mouth to protest, but before she knows it, you’re being swallowed up into the throng of people—not before you send her a quick, apologetic look over your shoulder, your friend still dragging you. Paige frowns, a little disappointed, but quickly catches herself. It’s fine, she thinks, though a twinge of regret lingers. She pushes it aside, grabbing her drink from the bar and returning back to her table, telling herself to focus on celebrating. She’s finally back on the court, and after such a long, difficult recovery, tonight is meant to be about unwinding. So she does, letting her team hype her up as they cheer and clink their drinks in her honor, pulling her deeper into the night.

As the time passes, Paige’s frustration eases, replaced by a warm buzz that dulls everything except the elation of being surrounded by her friends. But even as she sips her drink, she can’t help but think about where you’ve disappeared to, if you’re still here, still laughing with your friends somewhere across the bar. She finds herself scanning the crowd more than once, looking for a glimpse of you. She tries to push it down, laugh it off with another round, but every time she looks around, her gaze seems to search for you.

Eventually, the heat of the crowded bar gets to her. She feels flushed, dizzy from the alcohol and the mass of people, so she slips out the back door for some air. The cool breeze hits her face, and she closes her eyes for a second, sighing as the sounds of the bar fade behind her. She barely has a moment to herself before she notices a figure sitting just a few feet away.

It’s you, sitting on the curb, looking down at your hands as if lost in thought. Paige blinks, unsure if she’s seeing things. But then you look up at the sound of the door closing and smile, that familiar, gentle smile that makes her heart stutter. You seem just as surprised to see her, but your expression softens, like you’re genuinely happy she’s there. And that’s all the encouragement Paige needs.

“You care if I join?” she asks, trying to sound casual, even though her heart’s racing.

“Not at all,” you reply, and she takes a seat beside you, a bit closer than she planned. She feels your warmth even in the night air, and it makes her head spin in a way she can’t blame on the alcohol.

There’s a pause, a comfortable silence stretching between you. Paige watches as you draw patterns in the gravel with your fingers, the lights from the bar casting a soft glow over your face. She swallows, summoning up the nerve to say something—anything that might keep you sitting here with her.

“Why you out here?” she starts, genuinely curious.

You shrug, glancing back toward the bar. “Got a little claustrophobic in there,” you say, voice soft.

“Yeah… me too,” Paige nods, grateful for the fresh air and this quiet moment with you. The silence returns, but this time, it’s charged, heavy with something she can’t quite put into words.

Finally, Paige finds her voice again, her words slipping out before she can think them over. “You’re a good cheerleader, y’know. You do all those flips and shit—it’s impressive.”

You let out a small laugh, looking away for a second as if flattered. Paige is almost certain she sees a faint blush on your cheeks, and the sight makes her smile a little, lips curving upward. “Didn’t know you really paid attention to the cheerleaders,” you respond, teasing.

Paige scoffs, shrugging as if it isn’t a big deal, even though she feels like she’s been caught in some sort of confession—which, she kinda has. “Well, I did sit out for a year, so… I had to find something to watch.”

You tilt your head, smirking as you ask, “So you chose to watch me?”

Paige’s cheeks warm, and she silently thanks the alcohol for the courage that lets her meet your gaze. “Yeah,” she murmurs, watching as you look away, biting your lip as if trying to hide a smile. The sight makes her heart skip in a way that’s both exhilarating and terrifying.

After a moment, Paige adds, “I think we… had a class together, couple years ago?”

You nod, eyes lighting up at the memory. “Yeah, we did. Sociology, right?” you reaffirm, nodding in tandem with her. “’M surprised you remember that—you always seemed so disinterested.”

Paige nearly blanches, genuinely surprised you’d noticed her too. She didn’t think you’d have remembered her, much less noticed her back then. The notion gives her some of her usual confidence beck and she manages a chuckle, shaking her head and tilting it slightly toward you as she murmurs, “Ah, so you were watching me too, huh?”

You roll your eyes, but your smile betrays you as you nudge her shoulder. “Shut up,” you mutter, but the blush on your face doesn’t go unnoticed.

There’s another pause, the two of you sitting side by side in the quiet, both of you lingering on the edge of something unsaid. Finally, you break the silence, voice soft and hesitant. “How come you never said anything before?”

Paige swallows, the question catching her off guard. She doesn’t know how to answer without giving herself away, without admitting the way her stomach twists every time she sees you around campus. So instead, she asks, turning the question back on you, “How come you never did?”

You don’t seem to mind that she didn’t really give you an answer. Instead, you just shrug, looking down at your hands. “I don’t know… you make me kinda nervous.”

The confession makes Paige’s heart alight, feeling like it’s on fire and might spread throughout her whole body. She’s used to people being in awe of her for basketball, for her skills on the court. But hearing you say that you feel that way too, like she’s someone more than just her reputation, shakes her. Besides, you’ve always seemed so incredibly at ease around her, never even bothering to look her way. So, almost incredulously, she asks, “Why?”

You scoff, looking at her like she’s missing something obvious. “Um, because you’re Paige Bueckers. Basketball prodigy, campus celebrity.” You raise your eyebrows at her. “I think most people would be.”

Paige feels a rush of warmth at your words, the way you say her name like it means something special. She searches your face, feeling the air grow thick around you, heavy with something she couldn’t quite name. And maybe it’s the alcohol in her system, maybe it’s the way you’re looking at her like she’s somehow both intimidating and endearing at the same time, but she’s feeling bold. Bold enough to keep this conversation going, to see where this moment might lead.

She clears her throat, a small smile tugging at her lips. “Well, if it helps… you make me nervous.”

You laugh, a little breathless, clearly surprised. “Yeah, right.”

“I’m serious,” Paige insists. “You ain’t see the way I stuttered around you earlier? Ion know, ma, you just kinda fuck with my head.”

She watches, grin widening, as you blush at her words, the color blooming across your cheeks. It’s addictive, seeing you react like that—because of her. She doesn’t even try to hide her amusement when you ask, gaze set out in front of you instead of on her, “Why would I fuck with your head?”

It’s a good question, one Paige asked herself for a long time. It never took her long to figure out the answer. Though, she’s a little nervous to explain herself.

And she gets even more nervous when your gaze slides back onto hers, your head turning towards her. Paige’s smile falters, just slightly, at the eye contact. It’s intense, the kind that feels like it’s holding the world still for a second. Paige’s heart is a drum in her chest, each beat vibrating through her veins. Her eyes slide across your face, your features, tracing the slope of your nose, the curve of your lips, the faint shimmer glitter swiped along your eyelids. She catalogues every detail as if she’s never going to get this close again—a very real possibility if she doesn’t up her game.

Finally, she leans in—just slightly—her voice low and steady as she answers you. “You got this positive energy that makes you just… stand out in front of a crowd. Big smile. Bright eyes. Mm, I just… like seeing that in people.”

The words settle in the space between you, warm and lingering. Paige hesitates, letting them wrap around you both before adding, her voice dipping lower, her boldness shooting upward, “And it doesn’t help that you’re too beautiful for your own good.”

You blush deeper this time, cheeks tinted more red than pink, and it makes Paige’s heart skip. She can’t help the way her lips twitch into a grin. She’s waited so long to see this—see you flustered because of her. It’s everything she imagined and more.

“Stop,” you protest, fighting a smile as you push at her hands, your tone not carrying any weight behind the word. Paige just laughs, soft and easy, catching your hand in hers before you can pull away. She lifts it slightly, letting her thumb brush over your knuckles as she murmurs, “Nah, really.”

It’s then that the air changes—shifting into something heavier. The space between the two of you is practically nonexistent at this point, your sides tucked right into each other. You’re staring at one another, and Paige can’t help it when her gaze flickers down to your lips, just for a second. But it turns out to be enough. Because then she sees your eyes dart to her mouth in return, lingering there. And that’s when Paige knows.

Still holding your hand, she locks her gaze on yours, her voice firm but soft when she repeats, “Really.”

It’s like that word unlocks something between you because suddenly you’re leaning in, and Paige is doing the same, her breath catching the moment your lips touch hers. It’s soft, tentative at first, like neither of you are quite sure if this is real. But then you press into her just slightly, and Paige swears the whole world tilts on its axis.

The kiss deepens, slow but deliberate, and Paige feels her whole body light up. Your lips are warm, soft, and you taste faintly of tequila and strawberry chapstick. It’s intoxicating, the way you move against her, gentle but with enough purpose to make her head spin. Paige’s hand slides up to cradle your jaw, her thumb brushing against your cheekbone.

Your fingers grab at her bicep, holding on like you don’t want to let go, and it sends a thrill through her. Paige’s lips part slightly, and when you follow, letting her slip her tongue into your mouth, it’s like a fire ignites somewhere deep inside her. The kiss isn’t frantic or messy—it’s unhurried, like the two of you have all the time in the world to explore this. She can feel the heat of your skin where her hand cups your face, and she wants to memorize every second, every sensation.

The way you tilt your head just a little, giving her more access, nearly undoes her. Paige tilts her own in response, deepening the kiss further, her fingers slipping from your jaw to the back of your neck. The touch is light, almost reverent, but the closeness makes her heart race.

Your other hand moves, grazing against her side before resting lightly on her hip. Paige’s stomach flips at the contact, her body leaning instinctively closer to yours. She swears she can feel the warmth of your breath between kisses, the subtle hitch when she nips at your bottom lip.

It’s slow, it’s sweet, but it’s intoxicating. Paige swears she’s never kissed anyone like this before, never felt this much just from simple lip-locking. When you pull back slightly—not breaking the kiss entirely, just catching your breath—she can’t help herself. She follows you instinctively, her mouth chasing yours in a way that feels both vulnerable and utterly fearless. You allow her to, tongues half entwined between your swollen lips.

When you finally part, Paige keeps close, her forehead gently pressing against yours, her hand still cradling your neck. Neither of you moves far, the space between you so small your breaths still mingle, soft and warm against each other’s lips. Paige’s eyes flutter open, but she doesn’t look away from you, her gaze locked on yours like you’re the only thing in the world that matters—which, right now, you might as well be.

Her voice comes out lower than she intends, husky and laced with something she can’t quite hide as she murmurs, “You gonna let me buy you that drink now?”

Your lips curve into a slow, easy grin, and Paige feels her chest tighten, her heart skipping a beat at the sight of it. You’re so close she can see the faint glimmer of mischief in your eyes, the way they soften as you look at her.

“Yeah,” you say, your voice soft but sure, “I’d like that.”

The way you say it, the way your smile widens just slightly after, makes Paige’s heart race all over again. She can’t help the small, satisfied smile that spreads across her face. Paige leans back just enough to take in the sight of you—your flushed cheeks, the way your hair’s slightly mussed, and that lingering, breathtaking smile she knows will haunt her in the best way.

“Good,” she murmurs, her thumb brushing your jaw lightly one last time before she pulls away completely, standing up and offering you her hand. When you take it, she holds on a little longer than necessary, leading you back into the bar, already planning how she’s going to keep you smiling for the rest of the night—and, hopefully, much longer afterwards.

[lavishl0ve]

Hiii it's me again HAHAHA I rlly love your writing, especially the last one😍

Could u please write about reader who loves biting? Both herself and Johnny? HAHAHAHAHAHA it's so weird but😭😭 anyways love youuu🫶🫶

-🫀

hii sorry for the late response on this request life hit me like a wreck 😵‍💫 but tyy !! enjoy 💋 (the song mentioned is down below if you’d like to listen!!)

Shot in the Dark plays for the fifth time this night. It does every shift I take, I’ve learned to blur it out although I find myself bobbing my head here and there. I wipe the counter, pouring a whiskey. Neat, just how he likes it. The bells strung above the door jingle as I hear his boots approach.

I turn facing him, drink in hand, placing it on the bar counter.

“Aw. You’se expecting me so early today?”

I scoff turning to him, he watches me, head slightly tilted to the right,

“Nope. You just mighty consistent comin’ here at ten each night Mr. Slaughter.” I reply, wiping the glasses.

He swishes the liquor before taking a sip, “I told ya, no need for the formalities sweetheart.”

Formalities, sure. The man didn’t even know my name, and I sure don’t plan on givin’ it to him either. He’d always come in each night, ordering that same drink. Only difference? The lady he hits on. Too bad he’s taken an interest in me.

Too bad he doesn’t have my interest.

I give him a simple mumble, “agreeing” with him. As our silence fills the bar I can tell how loud the song is now. I tend to do my job, but if I was honest… I was doing useless things, anything to look like I was busy.

“Cmon’.” He breaks the silence, “lemme get you a drink.”

I chuckle, turning toward him, “How many times I gotta tell you Mr. Slaughter?”

“I can’t drink.”

He gestured with his hands apprehensively, seeming to back off. Then he leans toward locking his eyes with mine. He glared at me through his thick eyebrows.

“Ain’t no one here Darlin’.”

His response was almost intimidating. I give him a sly smile resting my chin in my hands, hands supported by my elbows on the bar.

“My Boss.” I drag out.

He gave me a slow nod, his tongue toying with the sharp tip of his canine.

He leans in slightly closer, “What he doesn’t know won’t hurt em’.”

I scan his face, up close I notice a scar that lashes along his left eye. It somehow compliments his face so well. I take a moment just to stare before answering him.

“Take a hint lover boy.” I break the tension returning back to my very important cup cleaning.

He huffs, “You ain’t no fun.”

I glance back at him, “Bite me.”

I hear the clink of him placing the glass down.

His voice is slow and smooth, “But you’d enjoy that too much.”

His words made my stomach flip, stirring something inside me, but I couldn’t show that. Instead I just shake my head. Moments pass.

“Don’t wish for things you can’t handle.” He growls.

He catches me off guard, I turn ready to fight back against his statement yet when I look at him he’s different. His eyes had darkened with criminal smirk painted on his face, he pulled it off dangerously well. Like I was his next victim.

My mouth had probably been agape for a good minute, thank god the creak of the employees only door redirected his attention. My eyes linger on him a little longer before I’m snapped away.

“Y/N I need ya to take the trash out before you close up.” My boss dawns on that same worn baseball cap he always wears, “Have a nice night y’all.”

And just like that we’re alone. I can hear my name replaying in his head. There goes my plan of not telling him. I try to avoid that small talk with him, walking over to the trash can pulling the hefty bag out. I spin around catching myself before bumping into his wide frame. There he stands towering over me, a little too close. I hadn’t even heard him walk over. He drags his calloused hand over my arm, trying to free my grip from the trash bag.

“Lemme help you with that.” he smirks.

He never broke eye contact, and there I stayed stunned again. Maybe this plan couldn’t work out. He was mighty fine and dare I say charming… but I was one of the many girls he did this to. Just remember that y/n.

I wanted to argue, say this was my job and that I was assigned to do it, nonetheless I was speechless. And with a simple break of my grip he hurls the bag over his shoulder like it was nothing, walking out, triggering that same bell over the door. I can finally take a breath.

Maybe multiple.

I had lost track of time, almost two in the mornin’. I had been long overdue to clock out but talking to Johnny had me attentive. The soft music in the back with the glow of the neon lights made it felt all too surreal. A little liquid courage helped me cool down a bit too, although I hate to admit he got what he wanted. I did have a few drinks. We were chatting for hours, talking about the basic things like favorite colors and ages to random stuff. It had all begun to blur into my mind past one point. His company was strangely nice.

He chuckled slightly, “It’s late Darlin’ can I drive ya home?”

I roll my eyes sarcastically at his remark, “I’m capable of handling myself Mr. Slaughter.”

He looks at my eyes, glancing down at my lips and back up again.

“I’m sure you could.”

I raise my eyebrows in response. His voice cuts through again.

“But chu’ been drinkin’.”

“And you haven’t?” I toy.

“I think you’d know I can handle my alcohol just fine.” He winks.

Each time he did one of those moves I felt all fuzzy. Stupid, like I was a school girl with some crush. But no, I didn't like him. I wouldn’t allow myself to.

I walked to the back room to clock out, turning off the lighting inside the bar, he stands leaning in the doorframe waiting for an answer.

I walk up towards him, he doesn’t budge, “Scuse’ you.”

“Scuse’ me?” he laughs “You the one who ain’t gave me an answer.”

He leans slightly over me.

“You got your answer.” I reply tilting my head up to him.

I push my way through him, aiming for the door. The cold air washes over me as I’d open the front door. The nights here aren’t usually this cold. I shiver slightly, his warm hand catches my arm again. I turn to him, he walks, pushing me backwards.

“Lemme do this one thing.”

His tone was soft, sort of pleading. He had sounded so sincere, I had almost felt bad.

I breathe in deep, “Johnny…” I long out, hoping he’ll give it up.

I hit the back of his truck, he presses his body closer to me than ever and just stares. He won’t give it up. I notice that now. His eyes bore into mine just waiting. But not for my response. I can feel his body against me with each breath he takes. The air now feels hotter and thicker than ever, my heartbeat in my throat.

His hand moves the hair from my face, he also hesitates for a moment. I can’t help but give him a soft reassuring nod. That was all he needed, that simple understanding. And then, in that suspended moment, our lips met—a gentle collision of warmth and lust. It felt a dance of intimacy, a symphony of emotions conveyed through a single, lingering kiss which had built up this night. His lips were warm and cracked, his fingers tangled in my hair. He was hungry, craved for more as he pushed deeper into the kiss. His taste of whiskey and smoke invaded my senses, I felt blurred and my mind gave in. I pushed back with the same amount of force, needing all of him, all of his taste. Fuck. How he tasted so good.

It had become a power struggle, seeing who gave in first, nevertheless I knew it would be me. I break away, gasping for air, he doesn’t stop for a second, moving down to my neck, he kisses and marks as his hands explore my body, moving all over. He suddenly bites down lightly, a gasp escapes my mouth. The sting courses through my veins. The vibration of his chuckle beneath me revives me from the pain.

“J- Johnny…” I stutter.

I intwine my hands through his hair, lightly pulling it away, a sign to stop. I had pushed him too far, he was going after he wanted.

“No.” He mumbles, slipping his large hands under my tank top.

I breathe in deep as he works his way up and under my bra. We have to stop, my mind knows I can’t do this with him. But my body’s telling me differently. Was it the alcohol? Maybe.

I moan lightly from his touch, from the drag of his tongue, he suddenly breaks away.

“Get in the car.” He demanded.

Johnny had looked like a starved wolf, staring me down waiting to obey his order. With each step I take back he follows keeping us in close contact. I do not turn away, I do not break eye contact. He can watch me as much as he wants. I open the back door of his white truck, crawling backward inside. He follows shortly after, topping me, urgently resuming that kiss. His hand glides along my left leg propping it up, slipping his hand under through my shorts. He toys with my panties, twirling them in his fingers. We can play this game.

I slip my palms into his jeans, past his belt. I stroke him softly as he gasps into my mouth.

“Need some help there Mr. Slaughter~..?” I amusingly ask.

He rises above me, unbuckling his sliver belt, “You gon’ fuckin’ get it tonight.”

I chew on my fingernail savoring him, he glides the leather belt off. He suddenly grabs me, flipping me onto my stomach.

He leans close into my ear, “I think you needa be shown some discipline darlin’.”

He grabbed my hands, locking them within the leather. Propping me up, my back to his chest as he runs his hands down under my bra, teasing, rolling his fingers making me squirm with every touch. His arm gripped tight around my waist keeping me in place. He pressed his lips against my ear causing me to tilt my head slightly backward.

“You wanna give in.?” He growls.

I turn my head to look at him, “But you’d enjoy that too much.” I remarked.

That same juvenile smirk reappears on his face. If only I knew what I was getting myself into.

His hands work down to the button of my pants, throwing me toward he rips them off my legs with my shirt following after. I can hear the ripping of fabric behind me, in turn, he holds the remains of what my tank top once was. Taking a piece Johnny twists it and wraps it around my mouth.

“You gon’ need it.”

He then pulls back on the part of fabric secured in his fist causing me to be thrown back upright. He sweeps the hair off from my collarbone, giving himself free access to my neck. He digs his canines deeper than the first time, the pain shooting straight down my spine. I arch back in response to the pain but his mouth follows my body close digging, deeper and deeper. Skin breaks and I feel warm liquid drip down my shoulder, nonetheless he doesn’t stop like a starved wolf. It became an excruciating tearing sensation, as if he had been pulling my person apart. The pain surged through every fiber of my being, and the world blurred into a chaotic whirlwind of agony. Darkness enveloped me, tearing through my senses with an unrestrained brutality. I felt the sucking of his lips on my sweet liquid, the pulsations only made the pain more relentless. With each drip of life he took from me the stinging intensified.

The ripping of flesh peaked, I would try and pull away only to be met with his hard thrust into me. I scream out from the impact as he catches me from the fall, he breathes in deep, arms tightening around me. Johnny's muscles tense, his grip around my breasts squeezing. His other hand slides down my body, between my shaken legs, finding the spot driving me wild. He uses this leverage to push deeper inside, claiming me completely. Johnny's pace fastened, his rhythm trying to push himself as far into me. His girth stretching me out, met with that same stinging sensation. The symphony throbbed all throughout my body, the bittersweet harmony conjoined as the sensations danced on the border between pleasure and pain. The subtle sting of desire intertwined with the electric pulses left me breathless. Every touch was a harsh contradiction, a merging of pleasure and a hint of agony that made the experience all the more intense and unforgettable.

It made me feel alive.

Johnny pants out, the moisture of his sweat and breath transferred onto my bare body. His movements became jerkier, more erratic as he held on. With a final slam of his hips he collapses onto me, trapping me between the car seat and his body. His heavy breaths dig into my ears, swooshing my messy hair back over my shoulder I can feel his eyes analyzing me.

“I got cha’ good hm?” he mocks pressing into me.

I’d assume the bite was worse than I had thought since the stinging became more prevalent than ever now, it had felt like my skin was on fire. The cold feeling from the lick of his tongue cools off the burning. He cleans off each trail of blood from my body. Savoring every essence. I run my hand over the bite, the indentation of his teeth marked into me.

I was now his.

[the-trinket-witch]

hiii trinket 👀 just dropping in here to ask for 1 and 22 for the pride ask!

(Pride Asks)

(AKA ME)

1) What labels do I use?

Nonbinary (They/Them, She/Her -for those at work who're too lazy to use the first-) Bisexual (married)

22) How do you usually celebrate Pride month?

I guess I just wear my pride merch a little more openly, maybe make some silly-goofy jokes about small inconveniences at work being 'homophobic' ([drops something] "Ugh and during Pride Month, too 🙄")

1) What labels do I use?

He/Him, Trans-masc. Polyamorous, Gay

22) How do you usually celebrate Pride month?

"Hmm, It's a bit difficult to not hold onto a little bit of Pride all year 'round, but I do try ensuring those who need an open ear have one."

1) What labels do I use?

They/Them, Ace/Demiromantic

22) How do you usually celebrate Pride month?

"Is it considered celebrating when I have to roll my eyes almost everyday in June? D'you know how many of these dudes pull the 'You're being queerphobic' card when they're getting la chancla upside the head? For the last time, Ace, just cause you room with Deuce doesn't make me a bigot for whoopin' your ass."

1) What labels do I use?

He/Him, Cis/Bi-curious

22) How do you usually celebrate Pride month?

"I guess I don't know? There's a lot of folks under the sea that start off life with a couple different sets of organs, and we sort of lean whichever way we feel like. It gets a bit complicated so we really don't have labels, at least nowhere near what the surface does."

1) What labels do I use?

He/Him, Cis/Het

22) How do you usually celebrate Pride month?

"I love going to the events wherever I can get to one. The energy is always a lotta fun. How far do you think I can get if I start doing music gigs at Pride?"

1) What labels do I use?

He/Him, Cis/Het (actually AroAce but doesn't want to admit it)

22) How do you usually celebrate Pride month?

"I don't particularly find myssself a part of that community. I've gone through all the corporate 'toleranccce' training, that's basically it."

1) What labels do I use?

He/Him, Cis/Het

22) How do you usually celebrate Pride month?

"The way any corporation does: assign the social media team to update the corporate logo and make a showcase post about what Khan Corp has contributed towards LGBTQ+ organizations or charities."

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[justajsworkshop]

Hey, I hope you’re doing well. Do you ever feel like time’s just slipping away and it makes you anxious, like maybe you’re not doing enough or that life is moving too fast? If you’ve ever felt that, how do you deal with it? Have you found a way to calm that fear that what you’re doing might not really be making a difference?

Today, I spent more time meditating and stayed off social media, which was great at first. But by the end of the day, I got hit with this wave of anxiety out of nowhere. It was kind of scary and made me feel like all the progress I made was pointless, like I was back to square one. I eventually calmed down, but I still hate when that feeling creeps in. How do you handle it when that happens?

Anyway, I hope your journey is going well love<3 and that you’re finding peace even in those tough moments.

hiii, omg. you sound so much like me when i'm reaching out to people for support, so i'm just giving you a big nose boop and a cookie. i've got two branches of thoughts on this as (1) a person who gets anxiety and (b) someone who can add a bit of context with all the loa/consciousness stuff.

(this got egregiously long. i'm so sorry. you don't have to read the whole thing. sorry in advance for typos. )

so, lemme start with the first, and i'll say yes. i have totally felt that way before, and tbh, i think you'd have a hard time finding a person in modern society who hasn't felt that way at one time or another. sometimes it helps me to remind myself that i'm not the first person to ever feel this way before, and it kinda takes away some of the exceptionalism goggles we can get around ourselves (in the negative way, e.g., thinking we're so uniquely horrible, incompetent, unloved, etc. when we're just having a human moment.).

feelings are just sensations in the body, and thoughts are just thoughts. i'm someone with a history of anxiety/depression to the point where i've been hospitalized, and i'm not saying for sympathy; i'm way better now! dw. it's just so you know i'm not just talking about anxiety flippantly.

i've found that it's helpful for me to know when my anxiety flares up, and a lot of times, it's in the afternoon/evening when i'm done with work and the stimulation of the day kinda simmers down. i think it's also a neurodivergence thing. it helps me to know these patterns, so i can give myself grace and remember my brain is just a bit different and has different needs than most people. just because it says something is true, doesn't mean it is true. more often than not, anxiety is a straight up liar.

yes, i know i could manifest better mental health for myself, and i do affirm when i need to, but overall it's not bothersome enough to me that it's where i'm focusing on. for anyone who's reading this and wondering why i haven't done that yet.

when i can, i try to give myself a little distance between the narrative my anxiety is trying to write and how i experience it. so, trying to watch it all move through me instead of experiencing it as me, although i recognize that at some times, your eyes are glued to the mental tv so close, it's hard to distinguish between the two. and when i feel too close to it all, i'll either (a) do something to distract myself like watch a comfort movie/show, go for a walk, talk to my fandom friends about stupid shit, etc. or (b) let myself have a good cry about it all and wallow. i give myself permission to just be a sad sack for a day, and remind myself that tomorrow will be better. if i can, i find some self-satirizing in it. just trying to be as comically dramatic as possible about "woe is me!" and this helps me to bring some lightness and humor to it all, remembering that horror and comedy writing are only different because of the punchlines. i just tend to try to live life with a "laugh maniacally in the face of absurdity" mindset, and what isn't more absurd than your perceived limitations, y'know?

that's the love on your linear, human self side of things. and if that's what you gotta do, do it. we can't go off limiting god by saying that giving compassion, grace, and love to your human self means you're losing anything. you can also set the intention that you'll have a breakthrough on the other side of this, and i often do because i let go of all this tension and bullshit i've been carrying that i just don't need/identify with anymore.

ok, for part two that brings a bit more of loa and consciousness into context:

once again, yes. i've felt all of this around manifestation/shifting specifically, and the things that help me are remembering that this isn't about doing and that time isn't linear.

the quote from the magician's way that tom mentions a lot is "there's nothing to do but always action to take"—differentiating between 'doing' from an assumption that your success is dependent on specific action(s) vs. taking action because you're already assuming fulfillment. the affirmation that's really helped me with this one in particular is "what if there was nothing else to do? what if it was all already perfect?" whenever i ask that to myself, i instantly feel a massive wave of calm and release, and i just soak in that feeling. and after a couple of days of coming back to that place, i let go of so much of the instance that any "doing" was required of me to have/be everything i want.

if that one doesn't do it for you, play with the wording a bit and see if there's one that does. or set the intention that the perfect language will fall in your lap.

as for the other prong of your ask regarding time and progress, this is when i remind myself that time is not linear, and all moments exists at once simultaneously. so, i'm already in my desired end and experiencing it because i am in all realities everywhere all at once. ultimate reality consists of one moment, so you can't really make any progress when everything exists all at once; therefore, you can't lose any progress either.

i used to be obsessed with the idea of "how long" i'd been persisting because i saw persisting as a means to an end: that if i do this "long enough," i will get my desired result. but when i started understanding that persistence is the end, i was less attached to the amount of time/how consistent i had been, and i focused more on "who am i choosing to be right now?"

i also like to remind myself that time as we experience it from a linear, horizontal perspective is something we create. people go back in time. people revise their age. you could shift to a reality that doesn't even experience linear time in the way you do now. so, yeah, it might appear that time is slipping by, but appearances can be deceiving. and all appearances that you perceive with your physical sense are an act of deception claiming "this is all that is" when it's not. you are.

i also think that people confuse persistence with perfection—this notion that you have to be perfectly consist and that no wavering/contradicting can happen, etc. but at the end of the day, if you continue to come back to your desired end even after a day or a week or years of being your undesired self, you're still persisting. because you're still coming back home, and that's what the parable of the prodigal son taught us: god is always going to accept you with open arms instantly no matter now long you've spend squandering your inheritance of your I AM awareness on nonfulfillment.

you can't lose anything because that would imply nonexistence, that whatever you perceive you lost "went somewhere" and cannot be experienced, but all possibilities exists now and forevermore in the eternal now, so you literally cannot lose anything. you can create the experience and perception of loss, but that's just getting too close to the movie saying it's the only one that exists when we exist in a greater reality with unlimited scripts and possibilities.

so, to summarize, take care of your human and remember your being. that's really the very short and much more straightforward answer haha. i hope this helped, and if there's anything else i can offer, you're free to ask. :)

[byeuijoo]

hiii! im new to this whole app and i was wondering where and how to get started with writing ffs on here? i love ur work btw!

hi pretty, welcome to the tumblr writers family, and don't worry, it's kind of easy to start writing here ! lemme explain you a few things then :

first you need to create your writing account, just be creative and make something you like that represents you. then, create a first post to introduce yourself, you don't need to give a lot of details, but your first name or an alias that can be used to address you is always better than nothing. after that, i recommend that you create a second post to specify who you want to write for (for kpop groups, for tv series, for actors, etc.) and what you're able to write (ex: fluff, angst, smut (it's very important to say that a minor can't interact with your writings if you write +18) etc.). you can also already create your masterlist post, where your future readers can find all your works !

about how to post your writings, it is strongly recommended to specify for whom you wrote it, the genre, potential warnings there may be (ex: violence, swearing, drinking, etc.), and number of words. this way, the person who wants to read what you've written will know in advance what to expect, and won't be surprised by something she didn't want to read. also, tags are really important — if you want people to come across your writings, it's important to tag what you've done using the appropriate tags (ex: if you write for boynextdoor, you can put “boynextdoor imagines” in the first 5 tags, which are the most important). from a personal point of view, i recommend that you have two/three writings ahead of time so that your future readers can discover different facets of your writing style !

it's a very brief explanation that i've given you here — the broad outlines and the most important things to know, but if you have any questions, don't hesitate to come and see me in dm to discuss about it, i'll be delighted to help you ! have a nice day/night (and sorry for the late reply, i was dead busy 😭)

[fallingforfictionalcharacterss]

hiii! not sure how to request properly or if you have something written like this already..

i’m sorry if the wording is weird - can you do a one shot where Draco and the reader go from friends to lovers?

reader is one of Draco’s closest friends; when just 2 of them together, they can feel that connection but don’t know how to approach it properly. but when they’re around other people/friends, they can block those feelings out (kind of, when the reader sees draco flirting with other girls, she tries to go and distract herself - says things like “ugh, lemme know when that’s over”) and of course a cute ending where they get together~

again sorry if this is too long, you don’t have to answer this (or if you have something like this already then ignore me… heh) anyways I love your writing <3 keep up the work! stay happy and healthy ^__^

Thanks for the request and your kind words. Somehow I feel like something is missing in this story, but I hope you enjoy reading anyway!

In love

Warnings: alcohol consumpton (like two sentences, but still...)

Audio version

It was one of those usual lazy days. You were lying in the bed of your best friend Draco, your head placed on his chest, his arms wrapped around you. Neither of you said a word, you were just listening to the storm, raging outside the castle. It was a comfortable silence. There was no need to talk, you just enjoyed each other’s company. You closed your eyes and felt the steady heartbeat of the boy beneath you. The boy that meant more to you than anyone else in this world.

People had always told you that they thought it was strange that Draco and you were so close. You didn’t think so. The two of you knew each other since your first day at Hogwarts. You still remembered how lost you felt back then, roaming around the train, searching for a compartment to sit in. But most of them were already filled. Then you saw Draco and two of his friends sitting in one compartment and since there was one seat left, you asked them if you could sit there. It took all your courage to ask those intimidating-looking boys, but it was probably the best choice you had ever made. Because even though Crabbe and Goyle wanted to get rid of you right away, Draco had told them to shut up and offered you the seat right next to him. And this was the beginning of a wonderful friendship. After the train ride you already got along with him very well but after the two of you were sorted into Slytherin you became inseparable. You got along with the others as well, even though you could never take Crabbe and Goyle seriously because of how dumb they were. Especially Pansy, who shared the dorm with you, was an amazing friend and you could always talk with her about literally anything.

But still, what Draco and you had was something special. Sometimes you wondered how the connection the two of you had was even possible, since Draco and you couldn’t be more different. Obviously, both of you were ambitious and cunning and you shared the pride for your house but then again you knew that Draco was a spoiled brat who enjoyed bragging about the money of his father and who treated others as if they were beneath his dignity, while you couldn’t care less about his silly hostilities with the Gryffindors or whether or not he would have a Christmas dinner with the Minister himself. Because you knew a side of him, he rarely ever showed to others. Because Draco wasn’t only that guy. He was smart and emotional, and he cared about the people he loved, and you knew he would always protect them. He cared about what people thought about him, much more than he wanted to admit. You knew how much the pressure of his family heritage weighted on him and how much he was scared to disappoint someone. He never liked to talk about it, but if he did, it was to you. The two of you trusted each other with your life. There was not one thing you couldn´t tell him or that he had to hide from you. You just accepted and loved each other the way you were and there was nothing you would ever want to change about one another. And you were so thankful to have that boy in your life and you swore you would never take it for granted.

Other people who had watched you being so close to each other often thought that the two of you were together. But you both just laughed it off. But then again you sometimes wondered yourself why you weren’t. You got along so great and you had to admit that your best friend was smoking hot. But then again why did this mean that the two of you couldn’t just be friends? Why was it so unusual for a boy and a girl to be close but not in a romantic way? The both of you had talked about it many times and he made it very clear to you that, regardless of your own feelings, Draco would never feel like this for you. He was protective over you, especially when it came to other boys but not in a way someone would be if they had feelings for you. More like a brother. But you loved the relationship the two of you had and you didn’t want to change it at all.

You let out a pleasant sight as Draco started stroking your hair absent-minded. Feeling his long fingers brushing through your hair made some chills run down your spine. Even though you knew -a hundred precent and absolutely for sure- that you didn’t have any romantic feelings for the pretty boy beside you, sometimes his touch made you shiver. Probably because you were just a girl after all. Melting into his touch, you slowly drifted off into sleep.

“Love?” You heard Draco´s voice through a deep haze.

“Mhhh?”

“It´s time for dinner.”

You slowly opened your eyes. Draco and you were still lying on his bed but at least two hours must have passed if it was already time for dinner. But everything just felt so cosy right now and if you were honest you didn’t want to get up ever again. You nuzzled your head into Draco’s chest, hoping he would just stay where he was. But unfortunately, he didn’t.

“C´mon, get up. I´m hungry.”

You slowly sat up and tried to orientate, rubbing the sleep out of your eyes. Draco was already ready to go, waiting for you at the door.

“Hurry up love.”, he said impatiently. His stomach rumbled, as if it wanted to stress his words. You chuckled.

“Well, I can´t let you starve, I guess.”

When Draco and you left his dorm and entered the common room, you already saw your friends waiting for you.

“What took you so long?”, Pansy asked.

“Just forgot the time.”, Draco answered.

“You must have been very busy then.”, she stated, wiggling her eyebrows, winking at you. You just rolled your eyes. Pansy strongly believed that Draco and you were absolutely and undeniably in love with each other. She always tried to set the two of you up and trick you into confessing your love to one another, which, obviously, never worked. But when one time Pansy tried to convince you of your own feelings, that you just weren’t aware of yet, and you told her slightly annoyed that your feelings didn’t matter because Draco could never feel like this for you, she took this at a confirmation that you actually had a crush on him. And nothing could convince her otherwise.

While you headed towards the Great Hall, Pansy pulled you aside.

“So tell me, what happened?”

“Nothing, I told you.”, you said, already preparing for the next discussion about your friends’ favourite topic.

“But why were you late then?”

“I just fell asleep.”

“You were laying in his bed?”, she whispered jarringly. “And he? Was he in there as well?”

“We were just cuddling.”, you tried to explain. “You and I do this all the time and you never thought that we might have something going on.”

“But I´m not a really handsome guy who just can´t take his eyes off you.”, she argued.

“Pansy, we are just friends. And by the way, he can take his eyes off me. Just look at him now.” You nodded over to where Draco was standing with another girl. The way he looked at her and the way she always touched his arm, made it really obvious that the two of them were flirting. As you saw this scene, you could feel some stinging in your heart. It was already familiar to you. It always appeared whenever Draco had a new thing with a girl. It never lasted for more than a few days, maybe one or two weeks, before he got rid off her again. Still, you always felt kind of jealous whenever you saw him that close to any other girls. You were absolutely able to admit that you were jealous when you saw scenes like this. But not because, how many people thought, you had a thing for Draco but because you were just scared to lose your best friend. Because you always had the feeling like you couldn’t compare to those girls and the things he did with them, scared that one day he might not need you anymore. But until now, he had always come back to you. You saw him leaning down to her, whispering something into her ear, while she giggled.

“Poor girl.”, you stated, when you arrived at the table, sitting down with your friends. “They still get fooled by him. Any bets on how long it will last this time?”

This was already a thing between Draco’s friends. Whenever he brought a new girl to his dorm, you placed bets on how long it would last. And most of the time, you were right.

“(Y/n), (Y/n) (Y/l/n). Give it back to me right now!”

“You whished Malfoy!”, you giggled, storming to your dorm, still holding the letter in your hands that Draco got from his mom. You loved Narcissa. She was an amazing mother and loved her family more than anything else. A family that, as time went by, you became a part of. But that letter was just hilarious. She was calling Draco all the cute names, telling him how much she missed her baby and she would take care of his Quidditch uniform the next time when he would come visit them, because it looked pretty damaged by now, and how scared she was that her poor baby might get hurt in this dangerous sport. Draco´s ears had turned red as he had read the letter and obviously not taking this chance would be a waste, so you snatched it out of his hand and read it out loud in the common room, in front of all his fellow students.

And that was how the chase had started that took the two of you here. Draco was right behind you, threatening you to give him the letter back. You reached your dorm and rushed through the door, slamming it behind you, but it was too late. Draco placed a foot in the door, hissing in pain as it slammed against it. You leaned against the door with your whole body weight, trying to keep it shut, while Draco tried to make the crack bigger to slip through it.

“(Y/n), open the door or I´ll kill you!” His voice sounded angry, still, you knew it was just fun. Draco would never hurt you, but maybe you would hurt yourself at the try to shut the door. Finally, he managed to open it up, since he was much stronger than you. You knew you had lost, since there was no other way out, still, you tried to run, but he grabbed you, pushing you onto your bed. He tried to grab the paper, but you held it close to your chest. Suddenly, Draco stopped his attempts to get the letter with brute violence. Instead, a knowing smirk appeared on his face, when he started titillating you. He definitely knew that it was your weakness, since you flinched at every slight touch because to you it felt too tingly. It only took him a few moments to get what he wanted.

“I give up. I give up.”, you giggled, and your fingers gave the letter free while you were trying to catch your breath. Draco smiled smugly as he grabbed it.

You started a last weak attempt to regain the letter, but Draco reacted quickly, pinning your hands above your head with one hand, while the other one shoved the letter into his pocket.

He looked down at you, panting, just as you.

“What am I supposed to do with you now, love?”, he smiled. He hovered only a few centimetres above you. His hot breath hit your skin and his gaze was fixed on you. Something about this felt strange. Your heart beat even faster than after the chase as you looked into his eyes. They sparkled silverily. You had always known that his eyes were pretty and you had always loved to get lost in them but you had never noticed how intense his gaze was. You didn’t know how long the two of you stayed in this position, Draco still kneeing above you, still fixing your hands above your head and staring at each other as if you were hypnotized. Then, Draco’s gaze wandered down to your lips. Centimetre by centimetre he bent down. You held your breath. You knew what was going to happen and there was nothing more you wanted at this moment.

“(Y/n), are you… Oh my…”, Pansy stood in the door. She didn’t move a centimetre, as if she was frozen. Draco and you froze as well, staring at her in shock.

Draco was the first one to get himself together again. He quickly let go of you and stood up again. Without his body on yours, it felt unpleasantly light and cold. Draco cleared his throat and scratched his neck.

“I… I´m gonna go now. I mean… I got what I want.” As if he wanted to prove it he pulled out the letter, showing it to Pansy. “Well, see you around I guess.”, he mumbled. His cheeks looked more colourful than usual as he left the room.

You just stared at the place he had just stood seconds before.

“What in the name of Salazar was that?”, Pansy asked in awe as she slowly tiptoed to your bed, sitting down next to you. It felt like your whole body was on fire and you definitely looked like that as well.

“I have no idea.”

Since what had happened in your room, a few weeks had passed. But the thought of it still crossed your mind, sometimes it even chased you in your dreams. Neither Draco, nor you had brought up the situation. But since then, there was a strange tension between the two of you. Whenever you were around your friends, the two of you behaved just as usual, but when it was just the two of you, you didn’t quite know what to say. Even his touch felt different. You had always gotten goosebumps whenever he touched you but now it was barely bearable. He seemed to feel it too, because he touched you way less. And if he did, it was more careful and with a strange look in his eyes as if he expected you to pull back any moment. Even his cuddles which you had always loved didn’t feel as good anymore. Whenever you lay in his arms, you felt tense, and your heart rate sped up. And whenever you saw him, and also when you didn’t, you wondered if Pansy might had been right. Maybe you felt something more for Draco than just friendship. But on the other hand, you liked how things were between the two of you. Or at least, how things used to be. You wished you could just go back to the time you had just enjoyed Draco´s company and laughed about it whenever someone told you they would see “the way that you look at each other”. But now, whenever someone brought the topic up, you reacted testily and shut them down.

But the worst thing was when you saw Draco with other girls. You still tried to tease him about it, but the words nearly got stuck in your throat. But he didn’t seem to want to talk about his conquests with you anymore as well. Just that morning you had seen him with a Hufflepuff girl from the year above you, in a tight embrace, his hands touching places, they probably shouldn’t right in front of all the other people, but the two of them didn’t seem to mind. When Draco arrived at the common room later that day you were already sitting on a couch.

“Where´s your new girlfriend?”, you said in a mocking tone, hoping no one would notice the bitterness that came along with it. “Or did you already get bored?”

“She´s not my girlfriend.”, he scuffed. You could feel your heart fluttering in your chest, but you ignored it.

“Then she´s lucky, I guess.”, you answered.

“Or you are.”, you heard Pansy mumbling right next to you. When the others weren’t looking, you nudged her hard, but she just laughed.

It was going to be the party of the year. Slytherin had just won the Quidditch Cup. You had been standing on the stand, cheering. Slytherin already had an advance of fifty points, when Draco had caught the snitch. After the match you rushed to the dressing room, waiting for Draco and the others. As he came out and you congratulated him, he pulled you in a tight embrace and for the first time in forever it finally felt just good again and the aching of your heart was gone.

Now Pansy and you were dressing up for the big party. You were wearing a short dark-green dress and some shoes whose heels were formed as some snakes, matching your bracelet. Draco had given it to you last Christmas. Even though he didn’t want to tell you, you were pretty sure that it had been really expensive, plus, it meant very much to you, so you only wore it on special occasions. And today was one. You just framed your eyes with dark eyeliner, and then you were ready to go.

When Pansy and you entered the common room, the party was already in full swing. You saw Draco surrounded by many admirers, most of them girls. He seemed to enjoy the attention but when he saw you, he excused himself and came over.

“Want to drink something love?”, he asked you and you nodded. When he came back with the drinks you sniffed on it. Someone had managed to sneak in some alcohol again. Someone always managed. You took a large sip and coughed.

“Careful love, you have to preserve tonight. We have to celebrate!”

And you did. Draco and you were finally close again. You danced, drank, talked and laughed. After a few hours, you were exhausted. You felt comfortably drunk, but your shoes were killing you. For that reason, you were glad when your friends finally sat down on one of the couches. Due to the lack of space, you curled up on Draco´s lap, not noticing how his breath hitched as you did so. But soon, he relaxed and wrapped his arms around your waist and somehow you were, for the first time, aware of the jealous glances other girls threw at you. It somehow made you only more comfortable.

The first people had already went to bed and it already got a bit quieter. It was already far after midnight but none of you wanted to go to bed. You passed around a bottle of Fire whisky, having deep conversations about things that only came up on occasions like that. But after a few more drinks you had to excuse yourself and went to the bathroom.

“Hurry up, I save you the seat.”, Draco chuckled. You just rolled your eyes.

“No need for that.”, you answered as you left. Pansy went with you.

“You can´t keep your hand off each other, can you?”, she asked as soon as the door closed behind you.

“I don’t know what you are talking about.” Of course you knew.

“Draco. Have you seen his face when he saw you in that dress? I think he wouldn’t mind helping you take it off again.”, she chuckled.

“Pansy!”

“What? It´s the truth.”

You couldn’t help but smile. If you were honest, you thought that you wouldn’t mind if she was right.

But your good mood changed immediately when you came back to the common room.

Because unlike Draco had promised you, your “seat” was already taken. And Draco didn’t seem to mind the pretty girl pressing her ass against him. And just when you had nearly reached your friends again, Draco pulled the girl even closer, kissing her right on the lips.

You froze. The two of them seemed to merge with one another. Her hands were hovering above his torso, while Draco´s hand slowly slipped under the miniskirt of the girl that was already riding up.

“(Y/n)?”, you heard a voice. You didn’t react, your gaze still fixed on those two people, who looked like they would eat each other up.

“(Y/n)? Are you okay?”, Pansy asked, her face looking concerned as she placed a hand on your shoulder. You snapped back to reality.

“Excuse me while I´m gonna go and throw up.” Your voice was calm but your hands, that clenched around the firm material of your dress, were shaking.

You turned around abruptly and went back to the bathroom. Pansy shot one last glance to the boy on the couch, secretly cursing him, and followed you.

When you had finally reached the bathroom, you couldn’t hold back the tears anymore. Uncontrollable sobs were leaving your throat, when your legs refused to work, and you sank down to the cold floor. You didn’t even know what exactly was going on with you right now. But when you had seen Draco with yet another girl, something in you had snapped. You had spent so much time convincing yourself that you were just friends, that you only loved him as this, but that there was nothing more you felt for him. But the truth was that you had been lying to yourself. You didn’t know when exactly it had started. All you knew was that you slowly and irrevocably fell in love with Draco Malfoy. By now, you had already known it for a while, but you never wanted to admit it. Because you knew that Draco didn’t feel the same. If he did, he wouldn’t bring another girl every day and he would make out with them right in front of you. You highly doubted that he was even capable of this kind of feelings, because even though you knew that he wasn’t the boy everyone thought he was, you couldn’t remember that he had ever talked about things like this with you ever before. And even if he would be able to love someone like this, it wouldn’t be you. You were friends since the first day, you had been through so much together. He loved you, you didn’t doubt that, but not in the way you loved him.

The door opened and Pansy entered the bathroom. When she saw you sitting on the floor crying, she immediately knelt beside you.

“Hey, (Y/n), sweetheart what is it?”

As if she didn’t know.

When you didn’t answer, she sat beside you, remaining silent, waiting patiently for you to calm down. As some other girls entered the bathroom, shooting you some curious glances, she kicked them out immediately.

Slowly your sobs got quieter, and the tears were now just silently falling.

“I hate it when you are right, you know this?”, you asked, placing your head on Pansy´s shoulder.

“Draco?”

You nodded.

“You were right. I do have a thing for him. Hell, I love him. I love him so much, Pansy.” You started sobbing again.

“He´s an idiot. If he doesn’t know what he got on you. And all those girls… You know they mean nothing to him, don’t you? You´re the only person in this world he truly loves.”

“But not the way I love him. How am I supposed to keep on doing this? Pretending as if I only like him as a friend?”

“Don’t.” You looked at Pansy in confusion.

“What?”

“Don’t pretend. Tell him how you feel.”

“But I don’t want to ruin what we have.”, you mumbled.

“But it is already lost, sweetheart. It was fine when you weren’t aware of your feelings yet but now you´re just torturing yourself.”

As much as you hated to hear this, Pansy was right. Even if you would somehow manage to hide your feelings from Draco, it would still break your heart every time you would be with him. Every time you would aspire that someday the two of you might be more than just friends and every time Draco would have a new girl. If you kept pretending, that wouldn’t be fair. Neither for you, nor for him. You sighed and whipped away the tears.

“Are you ready to kick some ass again?”

A small smile appeared on your lips and you nodded.

“Just need to fix my makeup quickly.”

“I like it. Brand name Panda.”

You laughed.

“I will wait for you outside.” Pansy hugged you tightly. “You deserve to be happy (Y/n).”, she whispered in your ear before she went to leave.

“Pansy?”

“Yeah?”

“Thank you.”

She smiled at you. “Any time!” Then she left, leaving you alone again.

You didn’t know how, but somehow Pansy had managed to make you feel better. Even though you weren’t sure, that, if you would get out there and see Draco and the girl making out again, or worse, not seeing them anymore, you wouldn’t burst into tears again.

You looked into the mirror. You actually looked like a panda. But with a few movements of your wand, you fixed the mess again. Still, your eyes looked red and watery. You took a deep breath.

Suddenly, you heard a soft knock on the door. You knit your eyebrows. Why would someone knock?

“It´s open.”, you shouted. Your voice still sounded weak.

The door opened slowly and a tall figure entered the room. At first, you only saw the reflection of the silhouette in the mirror but as you realized who it was, you turned around abruptly.

“Draco? This is the girls´ bathroom!” You were glad your voice sounded mostly normal again.

“Just wanted to check on you.” He threw you a shy smile that made your heart jump in your chest. But then you remembered why you had been here in the first place and you put up your guard again.

“I´m fine.”

“Are you sure?”

“I said I´m fine Draco.” You threw him a weak smile. “Don’t you got something else to do?”

Draco raised his eyebrows. “Do I?”

“Your girl is probably already waiting for you, isn’t she?”

You regretted your words immediately as tears shot into your eyes again. You lowered your head, since you didn’t want Draco to see.

“(Y/n), you know that you are more important to me than any of these girls, don’t you?”

You gave him a short nod but didn’t answer.

“So, why don’t you tell me what´s wrong?”

Draco came closer, raising his hand to lift up your head again. But you took a step back. You couldn’t bear his touch right now. Draco flinched as if he had burned himself as he saw you rejecting him like that.

“Why don’t you want to tell me?”

“I don’t want to ruin our friendship.” It was nothing more than a whisper.

“(Y/n), nothing you could ever say or do could make you ruin what we have.” Draco sounded as if he believed his words. But you didn’t.

“(Y/n), we´ve been friends for so long. You mean so much to me. I just can´t stand seeing you like this.”

There they were again, the tears that started to fall. You acted as if you didn’t notice.

“Have I done something wrong?”, Draco tried again. “Pansy was so mad at me when she got out here. She told me I should fix the mess I made. So tell me, (Y/n), whatever it is. If there is anything I can do…”

“Just leave me alone.”

“Is it about the girl? Pansy said that she… never mind. But if you are jealous, please, don’t be. She doesn’t mean anything to me. None of them does. You´re the only one that matters to me. And if I had to choose to spend my time with them or with you, I would always choose you. I thought you knew that.”

You shrugged your shoulders. But Draco knew you for too long. The way your body tensed and you crossed your arms in front of you. The way you tried so hard to make your face look like you didn’t care. He was on the right way.

“(Y/n), I let this girl down for you. Because I worry about you. And if you want me to stop this I can. I swear I will spend all this time with you from now on. And we can do all the things you like. We can go to the library or to the lake. Hell, we can even visit Hagrid’s bloody chickens that you like so much. Or we can just stay in our dorms all day and cuddle. Just like we always did. Just tell me.”

“I don’t want to.”

“You don’t want to do those things, or you don’t want to do it with me?”

“Both, I guess.”

“(Y/n), whatever this is about, tell me. I´m begging you. I don’t want to ruin our friendship!”

“But I do!”, the words came out before you had thought about it. Now, Draco seemed to be completely confused.

“But you just said you don’t want to.” His voice sounded desperate. You could see you did hurt him. You remembered your conversation with Pansy. She was right. This wasn’t fair for both of you. You had to tell him how you felt. Now. You took a deep breath.

“I love you.”

At the same time, you said those words you felt a weight was lifted from your shoulders. But also, you were more afraid than ever about how he would react.

“(Y/n), you know I love you too, but this is not…”

“No, Draco. You don’t understand. I don´t love you as a friend. I fell for you. Actually, I don’t just love you, I´m in love with you.”

Draco stared at you in disbelief. That’s it. You had just ruined your friendship. For now and forever.

“Just… just forget it. I mean… I didn’t even want to tell you but… I understand if you don’t want to be friends with me anymore. I… I think I´ll leave now.”, you stuttered. You walked around Draco, who remained rooted to his spot. All you wanted to do was get out of the situation and get away from him. Just as far as possible.

“I´m in love with you too.”

You had misheard. You just thought Draco had said…

“I´m in love with you too, (Y/n).”, Draco said again.

Slowly you turned around. Draco stood there, his hands buried deep in his pockets. He looked uncertain but with a wide grin on his face.

“What?”, you asked, still in disbelieve.

“I love you too. I mean, I´m in love with you.”, he corrected himself. The smile on his face even grew wider.

Now you were the one in shock. Draco slowly started to move again, stepping closer to you. When he was standing right in front of you, he cupped your face with his hands and carefully bent down. He gave you every chance to pull yourself out of the situation, but you didn’t.

And then, finally, his lips touched yours. It only lasted a few seconds before he pulled back again, smiling down at you. You reflected his grin as you could feel your cheeks heating up.

“I love you.”, he whispered. “I always did.”

All you wanted to do was pull him close again. Kiss him until you were out of breath and never let him go ever again. But there was one question you still had left.

“What about those girls?”

“You know they never meant anything to me.”, he mumbled and wanted to pull you into the next kiss.

“But why did you do this then?”

Draco narrowed his eyes at this unpleasant interruption. But he also wanted you to understand.

“Well, on the one hand, I thought I would never have a chance with you, so why not have a little bit of fun?”, he chuckled, but then he got serious. “And on the other hand…” He scratched his neck. “I thought they might make you jealous.” Now it was on Draco to turn red. “Pretty stupid, wasn’t it?”

You chuckled. “Well, in the end it worked out, didn’t it?”

“Yes, but I hurt you first.”

You shrugged your shoulders. This time you actually didn’t care.

“But now I´m very, very happy.”, you stated, smiling up to the boy who looked at you with so much admiration and love, that you shivered. “But you know, what would make me even happier?”

“What?”

“This.” And you pressed your lips on his again.

This time neither one of you let go until you were completely out of breath. After some minutes, you finally dissolved each other from one another.

“I wanted to do this since the day I chased you around for this stupid letter.”, he admitted. You smiled.

“Me too. But don’t think that now I won´t steal your letters anymore.”, you teased him.

Draco laughed. “I don’t mind.”

You narrowed your eyes. “Why´s that?”

“You didn’t read the entire letter, did you?”

You shook your head. “Someone stole it back before I could.” “And I wish I wouldn’t.”, Draco said. “Otherwise, we might have gotten together back then.” “Why´s that?”

You could see a slightly pink shade on his cheeks again.

“Well, you know, back then I already thought I might feel more for you than just friendship. And I wrote to my mother about you. And she encouraged me to tell you. But I didn’t dare to and I didn’t want you to know that I might like you from my mother.”

“What did she write?”, you asked, now curious.

“Nothing special.” Draco was a bad liar.

“Well, we´re gonna find out.”

“What?”, he asked confused.

You threw him a cocky grin, before you stormed off to his dorm, knowing he kept his letters in the nightstand.

“(Y/n), don’t. I dare you. Just because I love you, that doesn’t mean I won’t kill you if you read this!”, he yelled, chasing after you.

“You don’t just love me, you are in love with me.”, you teased, noticing that running in high heels wasn’t that easy.

“Whatever.”

But yes, he was in love with you. And you were in love with him just as much.

[astrojoy]

Hiii again

I have another question about auras.

You know how we all have our own auras right? Is it unique and limited to our soul or is it based on our moods

You know how our soul is the spiritual part of ourselves and has no ego since its us in our "purest" form. Does this mean that even when we are hurt,angry,sad or betrayed our aura don't change?

Lemme tell you why.

There are times that I asked for a reading and I wa hurting but I would still get complimented on i have a nice vibe and I'm like," is that my soul never gets tainted that even with normal human emotions, a good vibe will always be/remain a good vibe,?^*"

If you don't understand what I said understandable(if you don't understand what I said, understandable. Why am I like this👽)

I can send an ask trying to explain again 😪🤧

Oh no your totally good!! I love discussing stuff like this in life. It gets the mind moving and adds questions

Actually that's quite funny because that's correct! So technically it's both ways. At least from my experience.

So we have our earth/physical auras, these ones are the ones that people can detect when we are with someone physically. The most outer layer aura changes constantly depending on someone's mood. Your sad? Prepare to make you environment a little emotional (which is why you see empathy easily effected by the environment and auras) The "2nd layer" from what I've seen usually consists of a few different colors for a person. Some people have 2-4 colors that best represent them and stuff like that, sometimes one of those main colors shows at certain times as well. Like for me I have 3 main colors in my 2nd layer, teal/turqoise - yellow - rarely pink but like I said before I've noticed some of them only show it'self sometimes. An example is my 2nd layer will turn yellow when I meet strangers, show that I act very optimistic, charismatic and stuff with them when we approach each other

The inner layer is a more prominent aura. This aura usually never goes away unless a huge change happens in life, but I've seen people normally still gain it back or keep it throughout their lives. An example is I've only seen one color for me in my inner layer, which consists of white

(tarot readings help confirm your aura colors and speculations about them btw! That's how I clarified it when I noticed then asked my guides)

So actually really quick to add on to this. Since this is personal beliefs as well on such a topic like this, as I've said before where I've had visions and etc. Well I've had a funny strange moment before. I laid down to meditate and luckily it went well but suddenly all I saw was my arms floating in front of me, kinda hard to see them though. Everything around me was pure white and super bright. I saw smidges of strings of gold floating gently around as well. I didn't have any emotion during this, how would I? LMAO I was confused and curious. I was just taking this all in. Then I heard a spirits voice. It was a woman and her voice came from my right, I never saw her at the time. She said "you have a beautiful soul" in awe as if she was just taking it all in or something

Then as soon as she ended the sentence, I opened my eyes and put my hand on my chest, I couldn't explain it but needed to write it down. A new discovery in my book

So since I dealt with this personally I believe our soul has it's own vibe/color or "aura" ya know? I can't really discuss anything more though because I've never been able to see someone's soul besides myself I guess?, just people's vibes 😳💖 so you were totally correct. Our soul most likely has its own sphere of what makes our "identity" our "energy" while our earthly is who we are in that life or something. If it makes you feel better I've actually had the same circumstances in readings. Sometimes I had been sad but I had ended up with my reading telling me the total opposite 👋🤡

A disclaimer for anyone who reads this. Its totally ok if you disagree, I don't expect many people to. We all have different experiences and I acknowledge that. This was just my point of view on the matter. Feel free to leave this post behind, but don't leave hate 💖

[divinefireangel]

hiii! ^_^ hi hi hi i’m the one who sent the moonjo asks and i’m coming off anon hihi. gahh i really must say that besides having a pretty writing style, you also seem super kind ówò and you see— i can’t get moonjo out of my mind at all. [SHRIEKS.] i flipped the internet upside down looking for moonjo fics, or lee dongwook in general orz I’M STARVED. can you please feed me some moonjo breadcrumbs? [pleading eyes intensifies.] hmm, is it okay if i share my ideas? ahh, this is gonna have a little dark theme undertones, tho... i was thinking about a scenario where the reader is the girlfriend of moonjo the dentist™ and well, she hasn’t known about his homicidal side at all. OKAY SO WHAT IF one night while walking down the street she encounters moonjo when she’s not supposed to? like when he’s... in action and everything is simply bloody. she couldn’t believe that it’s her sweet and charismatic lover at first, it makes her shaken up and very anxious. but rather than distancing herself from him or maybe like calling the police on him and all— she scrambles to help clean up and do anything for him so he’d stay out of trouble, even though there are tears welling up in her eyes and moonjo can’t miss the way her hands violently shakes, she’s just so infatuated with him and sees the good in him! and then he’d just pause for a moment, gazing at her thoughtfully before cracking his trademark smile and muttering something along the line of, “you’re quite special, you know?” maybe it could SOMEHOW end in fluff tho? :< imagine this tall, big man wrapping his arms around his darling as she trembles in his embrace and shushing her with gentle words like, “it’s okay, jagiya, i got you.” AND I’M SORRY THAT I’VE RAMBLED TOO MUCH— [BOWS DEEPLY.]

Pt 2: HELP i meant to say, “you’re quite peculiar, you know?” instead of “special” but i just remembered him saying about what he said to jongwoo, “i’ll turn you special” or something like that and BOY DID THAT MAKE ME GO [HEART EYES.] like he finds the reader fascinating for being different than most? who’d obviously freak out and try to run away from him. aksjsj i’m sorry for sending so much asks in a row, but i wanted to do this just to clear things up because i realised it can sound somewhat confusing!!

TW: BLOOD, DARK SHIT dw why I'm tw this but just to be safe ig

Oh gosh I have so much to tell!!!! 🥺💜💜💜

First of all, you are so cute I love youuuu😍

Thank you for thinking my writing style is pretty UwU I'm just trying my best to contribute to the society 😂

We are super super starved of LDW content and it infuriated me so much that I started writing it lol

I will feed the fandom plenty once I get my waking life in order 😭 I have too many ideas for my own good 💀

And ahh I love your request! I will get to writing it after I finish the ones I've received already. I will tag you in it!

Moon-jo is quite dreamy and we probably need therapy for liking him sm 💀 and I blame it entirely on LDW for doING THIS TO ME. Mans is 20 years older than me but I am more than willing to drop everything EVERYTHING for him 😭😭😭

Babe lemme tell you, you can send in as many asks as you want and be completely unapologetic about it because I love you and I love moon-jo and I'm really happy I found someone who shares the same affection and admiration for the character 🥺

[lcyalty]

i don’t feel like making a joke to break the ice so here’s one of my favorite tiktoks: https://vm.tiktok.com/s1rSS5/ . anyways, hiii, fed admin sabrina here :) time to check off the introductory personality checklist: i’m 20, a leo, a slytherin, a woc, a pre-law major on the east coast, uhhhh harry styles and marvel trash, i play over 10 instruments, i prefer the thigh over the chicken breast, and i’m really happy u all r here and joined my little creation :’) smack that read more to learn abt my children daisy moretti and jude valentine so we can plot !!

                                                             DAISY MORETTI.                                                  pinterest: https://pin.it/7unKPi8                                                                     the basics: full name: daisy mia moretti | hometown: the bronx, new york | zodiac: aries | orientation: bisexual | employment status: intern on the news broadcasts floor | positive traits: social, determined, hardworking, attentive, confident, smart | negative traits: rude, irresponsible, cunning, cutthroat, insensitive, selfish

the backstory:

here’s the best way i can describe daisy: take the love for fashion and luxury of carrie bradshaw and cher horowitz, mix it with the power and intensity of olivia pope, and add in all the meanness of every single rude, b*tchy person you can think of. that’s her.

daisy was born to a huge italian family who all had odd jobs; her dad specialized in fixing the batteries on smoke detectors. her mom ran the laundromat down the street. a lot of her uncles owned car detailing businesses and she had a couple of older cousins who were janitors or low-level staff members at the local middle schools. while her family was fine with this, because hey, it paid the bills, daisy, who had always had expensive tastes from the start, turned her nose at it all.

she, unsurprisingly, became the first in her family to make it past high school. daisy did absolutely every major, resume-boosting thing while she was in school, because she learned very quickly that she liked power and being better than others. there was something she loved about coming home from school and getting to brag about her debate team win while her cousins could only nod. 

she was great at school, and she made sure everyone knew. she did mock trial, debate, sga -- she even joined the environmental club just for the clout. and then one of the people in her model un group said she should run for president one day.

it made sense. daisy likes power, she likes bossing people around and always being right, and she doesn’t take shit from anyone. she’d be a fantastic fucking president. so, naturally, after finishing college and pushing through an internship she didn’t really like just so she could have another bullet point on her resume, daisy applied for an internship at masters international. she knew she’d get the gig, obviously.

daisy loves fashion and luxury. she spends majority of her money on vintage chanel tweed matching sets to wear into the office, she has red bottoms that give her four extra inches of height, and her foundation costs over a hundred dollars. you’d think she’d want to be on the floors that deal with vogue and help organize new york fashion week, but that’s not going to get her a presidency, duh. daisy interns on the floors that handle the news broadcasts so she gets firsthand knowledge on all the shit, political or otherwise, that goes down in the country.

i would love to type more but i don’t want to hint at anything that points to her secret, so i’m going to explain a little more about daisy’s personality

she’s so, so controlling and bossy. she wants to be the absolute best at everything, and the shining star of it all. daisy’s definitely an attention hog, and she’ll bust her ass on her work to make sure she’s better than everyone else on the floor with her. 

daisy’s very picky about who she hangs out with. as a future presidential candidate, optics are very important, obviously. she only surrounds herself with people she deems to be good for her image, and she’ll gladly let you know that she thinks you’re too shitty to be around. she cares a lot about how she appears to other people, you know.

daisy is selfish and rude, and truly doesn’t care if she hurts someone’s feelings. she speaks her mind and has absolutely no filter -- which gets her into a lot of trouble, i’m sure you can imagine. 

wanted connections:

enemies: if you need a bad guy or work rival in your character’s life, i wholly volunteer miss daisy moretti as that bad guy. it’s not hard for her to make enemies when you consider her personality.

ex: please please give me an angsty ex plot filled with depth and all the details. there’s gotta’ be a reason why daisy wants to be not only the first female president, but also the first president without a spouse, after all.

hookups: listen. she has needs.

                                                            JUDE VALENTINE.                                                   pinterest: https://pin.it/1dfK9dE                                                                 the basics: full name: jude lee valentine | hometown: tuscaloosa, alabama | zodiac: gemini | orientation: heterosexual | employment status: corporate attorney for masters international | positive traits: friendly, warm, sociable, extroverted, smart, witty, energetic | negative traits: compulsive, secretive, disloyal, impulsive, ignorant, desensitized

the backstory:

picture it with me: a ranch. nice pale green shutters and a huge yard. there’s cows in this picture, too, and horses. there might even be goats. there’s a tractor by the two ford trucks, a dog sleeping on the porch, and not another house for another twenty minute drive. this is what jude valentine is used to. he’s a country boy from alabama, equipped with the southern accent and everything. yes, he has a pair of cowboy boots. yes, he brought them to new york with him. yes, he pronounces creek as ‘crick’.

jude is a very sweet boy. he was quarterback in high school, got good grades, and every sunday he went to church with his family because Bible Belt things. homeboy is named after a book in the Bible. he’s all about southern manners and hospitality, about treating people kindly and always putting others first, and he always keeps his morals in check. or, he used to.

when you’re home it’s hard to stray away from what you’re used to. the same held true for jude in college, because even though he went to u of alabama (can you hear him yelling roll tide), he was still in his home state so he felt those morals still stuck with him. but then he applied for law school and got a full ride to nyu law, and whew, the Temptation

‘cuz you see, jude was always a sweetie pie. he still is! in high school he was super popular because he was tall and cute and athletic but funny and brought extra biscuits from home to hand out in homeroom. i’m not gonna lie, he’s charming af. he’s smooth and he has good jokes. the girls loved him but the little sh*t had a purity ring.

but then he got to nyc for law school and let me tell you. alabama is not close at all to manhattan, now is it. jude was fine the first couple of weeks, just worked on his case briefs in his shoe box of a starter apartment... but the women. homeboy started sleeping around a LOT after a while. y’know wet dreamz by j cole where he’s like haven’t been inside p*ssy since i came out one? yeah, that was jude until ny, and he’s very much still like that

is jude still the sweetest, nicest guy ever? yes. is jude still the type of guy to knock on your office door and ask if you want to walk to get coffee with him even though you guys have probably never met? yes. is jude the first guy on the dance floor when there’s a midnight party on the rooftop? yes. is jude the type of guy who’ll fuck with you and say no, he only listens to music made by a spoon and a blade of grass if you think he only listens to country music? yes. but he also has slept with at least twenty different interns and employees at the office, so.

he also dabbles in the occasional little pill when he’s got eight depositions to write up before tomorrow but he was too busy screwing some chick the night before. he first did this in law school. but we don’t worry about that.

stop it, i know what you’re thinking: sabrina, come on. so he sleeps around, okay. what’s the big deal about that?

here’s the big deal: he’s engaged.

lil (i say lil but he’s 6’3” while i’m only 5’0”, so lemme stfu) cupcake jude is a cheater. he’s got a whole fiancée and yet he still sleeps with other women, and each time he’s like no, okay, that was the last time for real, but then there’s a new intern at the office and the higher ups always throw the new people at him because he knows how to make people feel comfortable, and his country accent is cute and refreshing among all the new york bs, and the whole attorney thing certainly isn’t a negative, and, well. he gets tempted. and afterwards he always tells the girl okay, please, can this stay between us.

u wouldn’t know he’s engaged either bc it’s not like he’s wearing the engagement ring, now is he

i’m staying hush on daisy’s secret but jude’s is that he’s cheating on his significant other with people in the office. is he still a nice guy? heck yeah, but also, you have to be a certain kind of messed up to keep cheating on your s/o and just not tell them. that’s a lotttt of lying you’re just comfortable with. oh, what’s that? you’re threatening to tell his fiancée that you two slept together because you think she deserves to know? well. he’d hate having to do it, but... jude’s not above knocking someone down if it means his secret stays hidden.

wanted connections:

hookups: literally i will take as many hookup plots i can get. doesn’t matter if they’re an intern or an employee; jude will sleep w them and then make them promise not to tell anyone in the office afterwards because “wE’rE nOt sUpPoSeD tO sLeEp wItH cOwOrKeRs” but we all know why he wants to keep it under wraps. this also doesn’t have to be an only connection; he can be friends w someone but also hook up w them on the low too

fiancée: this one is huge for me so pls pls message me if ur seriously interested in this plot and we’ll talk !!

friends: this one is so easy bc jude will literally make conversation with a chair. he’s super sociable and fun and approachable and he loves making friends !! give me some ppl he can pester during lunch break and throw balled up pieces of paper at

best friend: he’s gotta have that one person that he just clicks really, really well with. jude talks to everyone and he’s super friendly but this person is his confidant. he goes to them w almost all of his problems and rants to them and asks for advice and likes to just be around this person. trusts them w his entire life. hmuuuuu :)

ex: listen. we all need a good ex plot and this person is probably the only one in the office jude isn’t bringing a complimentary donut to

sister: jude has a younger sister and honestly she was gonna be a npc but the idea of him looking out for her at the office and getting all (ง•̀_•́)ง when ppl r mean to her is smth i reeeeally like. or maybe they actually don’t get along that well and bicker a lot but there’s still that underlying hey i’ve got your back. you piece of shit. type feel going on !!

[drvrslcense]

A Christmas Kiss

Summary: In which Peter, Ned, and You had a Christmas Eve sleepover.

Pairing: Bestfriend to Lovers!Peter Parker x Reader

Warnings: Mild angst, mild swearing, mentions of suicide and fluff?

Prompts: 

Christmas Prompt no. 7: “We’re seriously not going to be the people who dress up in ugly sweaters and go caroling, are we?”

Dialogue Prompt no. 5: “Do I even want to know what's going on here?”

Word Count: 2,700+

A/N: Hiii! This is my first fic ever with an MCU character and I’m so glad that it’s for @fratboievans‘ and @wayfaring----stranger‘s Christmas/Birthday writing challenge. I just wanna wish the both of you happy birthdayyy! May your year stay great as they can be.

This is also my first ever fanficc! And gahh I’m so glad to be able to share this with y’all. Lemme know what you think. Have a great day! Much love xx

“Why do bad things always happen to me?” You sighed looking down as you ask Peter. The both of you sitting next to each other in a park you both found during your walk through the neighborhood.

You are having a very sucky year. First, you failed a lot of your subjects due to the teacher's favoritism. You know you are doing well in school but due to favorites they are always beating you up, and using their charm to confound the teachers, that kinda thing. Second, your phone broke down. Your phone had a lot of things you wanted to treasure; pictures of you with your friends, and pictures of you visiting your family members in the Philippines. Especially, the stories you made. Writing stories is and always will be your thing. You just love to open and enhance the possibilities of a story. Like when you saw a girl with her father spending time together, your mind just starts to wonder about the stories you could make with the two of them. Third, you lost your older brother. He was your only sibling and his suicide was something that left you dumbfounded. He was doing well, you never saw it coming. He was so happy the day before, and you just don’t know why he was so broken the next that he did it.

“Why?” Peter asked, of course he knew what happened but he thought that you’re doing better, that you’re recovering from the traumas.

“My heart feels so heavy right now. I thought I could handle it, but damn it I couldn’t,” You started tearing up and Peter pulled you closer to his chest so that you are leaning into him.

“Shh. Shh. Y/N it’s alright, it’s alright,” Peter said as he tried to calm you down. You are now sobbing into his chest because you just couldn’t hold it any longer.

“I’m sorry, it’s all been so hard for me. My parents are now being distant because of his death. They keep going to work and whenever I need them most they aren't answering their phones,” It’s true. Your parents are now distant, Peter remembered that your parents are always a call away. They would answer their phones anytime, and they would show up to your writing competitions and recognition days. But now, they are rarely around, it’s just Peter and Ned attending your competition and going to your recognition.

“Hey, they are just dealing with the pain. However, they are doing it their way. And you’re doing your own way of coping, of getting used to,”

“Yeah, you’re right,” You said as you wipe your eyes getting rid of the tears.

“Yeah, I’m always right,” Peter said, his lips forming a small smile. You burst out laughing even though your cheeks are tear-stained, and your eyes glossy from sobbing.

“Don’t be so full of yourself, Parker,” You said as you stared into his eyes, smiling softly because of his efforts to make you crack a smile.

“I know it’s the 24th and it’s snowing but why don’t you and Ned come over and let’s have a movie night?” Peter suggested. “It’s just that I realized we need it, after all that has happened to us this year. I think we deserve it.”

“Yeah, great idea. Maybe we could just sleep there,” You agreed, as you started to open the flip phone your parents lent you as a temporary phone as you are still saving up to pay for a new phone as your phone cannot be fixed. It was a lesson to make you save up for a new phone instead of your parents buying it. You texted your mom to let her know that you are sleeping over at Peter’s tonight and she agrees saying that you have to be back by 8am tomorrow.

                                          ***

You and Peter are now at your house as you needed to get some things for the sleepover. You packed overnight clothes and got changed to a more comfy wear. You also grabbed the gifts you have for Peter, Ned, and Aunt May.

“You ready?” Peter asks as he sees you holding a bag with all the things you packed. You nodded and he grabbed your bag to carry it on the way to his home.

“Peter, why aren’t you patrolling today?” You asked him, as the both of you are walking towards his apartment knowing full well that by this time of day he’s patrolling the neighborhood for any crimes happening.

“Because it’s Christmas Eve and I want to enjoy it as much as I possibly can. I’ll just patrol at dawn,” He answered putting his arms around you.

                                            ***

“What movie are we going to watch?” Ned asks as he enters the apartment.

“I don’t know, what can we watch?” You passed the question to Peter.

“Maybe we can watch Atlantis?” He suggested. Atlantis: The Lost Empire is one of you and their favorite movie, aside from Star Wars of course.

“Sure, I’ll get the snacks ready,” You said as you went inside the kitchen to get some sodas and chips.

“I’ll help you,” Aunt May said coming from her bedroom. “God knows I needed a break,” The three of you didn’t know what Aunt May was doing and she seems really into it these past few weeks. Every time you are over at Peter’s these past few weeks, you would just hear Aunt May cursing in her room saying that she got bit by an ant.

“Sure,” You nodded and started getting to work.

“How are you, sweetheart?” Aunt May asked, her being a second mother to you ever since you and Peter became friends.

“I’m alright,” You said, smiling to her.

“How are your parents?” She asked, she and your parents are close, because you and Peter have been friends ever since Middle grade.

“They’re alright. They are just suffocating themselves into work every day,” You said

“Oh, honey” May cooed, “It’s alright. They’re just distracting themselves to deal with what has happened. It was hard, I know. I also know that it’s harder to need them in times like these. That’s why you should always know that Peter and I are always here for you.”

“Thank you, Aunt May” You said smiling genuinely to her.

“Now, let’s give these snacks to those monsters,” She said grabbing some chips from the cabinet as you grabbed sodas from the fridge.

“Snack up, boys! We better start the movie,” You said as you entered the room.

“Shhh.” The boys shushed you as they are in a heated rock, paper, and scissors battle. Ned did rock, and Peter picked paper so naturally, Peter won.

“WHAT!” Ned yelled in disbelief as he watched his best friend dance around the room.

“Why did you guys have a rock, paper, and scissors battle?” You asked them putting down the sodas while Aunt May put down the chips.

"We were bored and too lazy to get up from this position, so when I heard your footsteps we did rock, paper, and scissors and yeah," Ned said, scratching the back of his neck.

"Okay? I'll just be the one who plays the movie," You said, not believing Ned's answer.

"Wait. I'll do it!" Peter said standing up so fast that he almost fell but luckily he regained his balance.

"If you say so," You sat down and Peter played the movie. After Peter pressed play, he sat down next to you, and put his arms around you while stealing Ned's chips.

You and Peter are just friends, really. You're not in a relationship with each other. It's a common misconception about the two of you.

                                    ***

After the movie since it's 12am and the three of you couldn't wait to open the gifts. All of you decided to open the gifts, of course Aunt May went along with it and brought her gifts out for all of you to open

"Okay, first up to distribute gifts is Ned," Peter announced as Ned is looking like an overexcited child. Ned stood up from his position and went around and gave gifts to everyone. He gave Aunt May a 'You are here' mug from Starbucks. He gave Peter an Avengers Logo Set, and he gave you a book you have always wanted, but never bought.

"Thank you, Ned!" You gushed as you hugged the book while you see Peter stand up and distribute his gifts to everyone. Peter gave Ned some supplies for being his guy in a chair, he gave Aunt May a handwritten letter and a ring while he gave you a necklace that has a rose pendant on it.

It is now your turn and you got Ned a storm trooper helmet, and a Spider-Man shirt. You got Aunt May a book you know she'll enjoy reading in her spare time and a necklace with her name in cursive, then you gave Peter a Spider necklace; wherein the spider opens up and reveals a picture of the two of you.

"Thank you, Y/N," Peter said, smiling so sweetly to you that it made you feel butterflies errupt through your whole entire being.

And now, it's Aunt May's turn to distribute the gifts. "I know I've been busy these past few weeks, and it was because I was making these for all of you,"

She gave all of you two different knitted jumpers. One with designs that symbolizes each of you. Like how Peter got a spider on his, Ned got a storm trooper helmet on his, and you got a rose. And another that just looks ridiculous but she thought it's cute.

The three of you tried the ugly sweater one and all of you in the room bursts out laughing.

"See! Told you it would be cute," Aunt May said between her laughs. “Oh, and it lights up!” She reached over Peter’s side and pushed something that made the reindeer design on his light up. Ned reached over his left side and pushed something making his Christmas hat design light up. You pushed yours and the Christmas tree design on yours light up.

“Maybe we could go caroling wearing this sweater?” You suggested between laughs as Peter and Ned’s cheeks are tinted a dark shade of red, as theirs not only lights up but plays a hideous Christmas song. “Aunt May, I don’t know how you’ve done it but these are great,” You laughed harder.

“Y/N, stop,” Peter whined trying to turn off his sweater but to no avail, he cannot reach the button on his side since Aunt May put it farther than the rest of you.

“Okay, okay,” You calmed yourself down, but Aunt May couldn’t stop laughing.

“We’re seriously not going to be the people who dress up in ugly sweaters and go caroling, are we?” Peter asks looking terrified of the thought.

“We could be those people,” You said teasingly, your lips turning into a smirk.

“Yeah, it would be fun,” Aunt May backed you up, and Ned’s and Peter’s eyes widen.

“No, no, no,” They kept repeating as they remove the sweater.

“Why did you buys remove it?” Aunt May asked when she calmed down.

“Uhh, heh,” Ned stammers as he tried to come up with an explanation.

“We just don’t want to go caroling, and for the love of God, we cannot sing,” Peter whined as he is pretty terrified of singing in front of a lot of people because of what happened in middle grade talent show. You convinced him to sing and dance with you, and he agreed. So yeah, the rest is history. “Now, can we please watch a movie?”

Aunt May laughed and said, “You boys, yeah you can. I’ll sleep. Goodnight, Love you all! See you later!”

“Goodnight, Aunt May,” The three of you said in unison.

All of you watched a movie, and during the movie all of you got cold and wore the sweaters. Ned fell asleep during the movie.

“We should draw on his face,” You suggested.

“Yeah, we should,” Peter agreed.

The both of you got up and went inside Peter’s room to look for washable markers. While you are in his room, you saw his web shooters in his table. You grabbed one and wore it in your wrist.

“Pew, pew,” You said pretending to shoot Peter. Peter turned around from his closet and saw that you are pointing at him while pretending to shoot a web at him.

“No, Y/N. its thwip,” Peter said grabbing the other one and placing it on his wrist demonstrating it to you.

“No, it’s pew pew,” You said, unbeknownst to you, you accidentally pushed the button making webs come out and hit Peter.

That started a web shooting battle, Peter hit you with his then the both of you ran around the room, shooting each other. Because of Peter’s ability to crawl on the walls, he had an advantage and he decided to use it against you. He was behind you and he started to crawl up the wall so he’s now above you. Then, he sprayed the web shooter in your head, which made you turn and look up.

“Peter, that’s not fair,” You said, your lips turning into a pout.

“Awh,” He said.

You stared at his eyes, noticing it dart down your lips and back into your eyes. It made you feel like in a winter wonderland special wherein he’s the prince, and you’re the girl he fell in love with. It made you feel awkward, that it caused you to look down and fiddle with the ends of your sweater. Peter’s small smile turned into a frown as he reached down, and lifted your chin to meet his gaze.

“What’s wrong?” He whispered so soft that it made you feel so special. You didn’t answer instead, your eyes darted around the room looking at everything instead of him in front of you. He then held your face in between his hands to make you look at him. You meet his eyes and saw that loving gaze dancing around inside. Then you started to lift yourself higher, and he started to lean down. He captured his lips into yours and your lips fit together like puzzle pieces. It made you feel like you’re in the clouds, with your eyes close free of pain and worry.

Due to breathlessness, the both of you pulled away and Peter went down from the ceiling.

“I like you, Y/N, I like you so much that I think I’m falling in love with you,” Peter said. He said so fast that you can notice that he’s panicking.

“I think, I’m falling in love with you too,” You whispered. He then caressed your cheeks, and pulled you in. The both of you leaning in and in and in.

“Do I even want to know what's going on here?” Ned asked stopping the both of you from leaning in. The both of you looked towards his sleepy state and started laughing. Laughing so hard that the both of you toppled over and fell.

Ned looked confused by your actions, and retreated back to his position when he fell asleep. The both of you sobered up and went back into the living room where Ned is back, fast asleep. The both of you laughed quietly and sat beside each other in the sofa.

"How long until these webs come off?" You asked Peter as it is already making you itchy.

"Just a few minutes more, the formula I used there is not yet stable," Peter explained.

"Okay," You believe him.

"Hey, you got the Christmas kiss you've always wanted," Peter said out of the blue while you were falling asleep beside him.

"Yeah, I guess I did," You said, smiling to yourself the satisfaction growing inside of you. The both of you fell asleep next to each other.