#i guess that DOES roughly set the date for when i will crack open the one master gundam kit i havent built yet.

[youreaclownnow]

If all the chapters are roughly the same length... and if I read at the same pace I read today... it will take me at least 2 weeks to meet the character I need to see for myself about. I am gritting my teeth and clenching my fists over this. Not mad about having so much content to have to read (I am actually glad there's a lot) but rather I'm simply impatient as fuck.

[ameliora-j]

twin flame iii // gw x reader

words: 2.2k

warnings: angst, breakup, mention of bruising, crying, angelina slander kinda (it’s just for the story i love her sm!), yn is sorta a pick me if you squint sry, cringey mediocre writing at very best

an: i used song lyrics for some of the argument and the ending :) i hope you like it besties!

part one | part two | part four

you george! i want you!

the words had been running through his mind since the night you left. he had been going over the days leading up to your explosion in his mind for weeks. your words were in his mind day and night. your pained expression, your anger, your hurt. you consumed him. more than you usually did.

george weasley knew he fucked up. he knew without anyone telling him. but they did anyway. every waking second they did. first it was fred, calling him a jerk. then ron, who called him a “bloody idiot.” then ginny, who told him it was his own fault. and then his mum. of course his mum, who said in exact words: “george fabian weasley, this is nobody’s fault but your own. quit moping around and do something to fix it! i didn’t raise you to treat women this way!”

his last straw, however, was his older brother percy. percy of all people. who looked at him with a disappointed shake of his head. receiving a disappointed head shake from percy was nothing out of the ordinary, especially for george. it was his words that stung. percy spoke ten simple words to him that truly set george off. percy spoke “you lost the best thing that’s ever happened to you.” at his sentence, george lost it.

“i know that percy! you don’t think i fucking know that i lost the best thing that ever happened to me! and fred i know i’m a jerk and ron i know i’m an idiot and ginny i know it’s my fault and mum i’m sorry okay! i know you didn’t raise me like this i don’t know what’s wrong with me but i don’t think she’s coming back!” he fell back onto the couch as he tugged frustratedly at his roots.

“george… do you love her?” molly asked him.

“yes mum,” a whimper escaped the fiery-haired boy’s throat. “i love her more than i’ve ever loved anyone before. she’s my world,” he revealed.

“then go, george. go get her,” his dad said. “for your sake and her’s,” he told him.

“and our’s!” fred called distantly from the kitchen.

“shove off fred!” george called back before apparating to your front door. he knocked three times and waited for someone to answer it. when you opened the door, he was shocked at your state.

makeup streaked down your cheeks with your shoulder bruised and your arm in a splint. your eyes were red and puffy, but they were furthermore accompanied by dark bags as if you hadn’t slept in weeks. the truth is; you hadn’t. “hi george,” you mumbled half heartedly.

“hi butterfl-“ you cut him off.

“yn. my name is yn,” you spoke sternly.

“i’ve called you butterfly since you were three…” he murmured.

“not anymore. hurts too bad to hear it. did you need something?” you quickly changed the subject.

“i want to talk to you,” he said. you nodded and walked in, telling him to follow you. george said hello to your brother and then followed you into the lounge where you two sat on the loveseat and you turned to face him.

you sat in a long silence as your eyes traced each other’s features. you memorized him. every line, every freckle, every bump, bruise, and blemish. the silence was deafening. untill he finally broke it. “what happened to your arm?” he murmured softly.

“it splinched when i apparated home. then i apparated again and made it worse,” you bit your lip softly.

“always so reckless,” he tutted softly, causing you to shrug.

“what’d you wanna talk about? know you didn’t come to talk about my arm…” you attempted to get to the point of his visit.

“right,” he murmured softly. “yn i…” he took a deep breath. “the day that i let you walk out of my life is the day that i made the worst mistake in the history of mistakes. i’ve done some stupid things in my life, but letting you walk away has by far been the stupidest. i’m so so sorry that i hurt you the way i did, i cannot express to you how sorry i am, i truly cannot. i love you, yn. with all of me i do, you have to believe me when i say that.”

“i do believe you george. i just don’t believe that you love me the way that i love you. and carrying around that pain is killing me. i mean absolutely destroying me. you live in my mind rent free. you’ve infested it,” you told him. “you with your stupid pretty smile and your god awful jokes and your ridiculous pranks that you somehow always rope me into and your perfect hair and your pretty eyes and just. you. george. stupid you. oblivious you. godric george,” you roughly shoved his chest. “i’ve loved you for years and you’ve always looked past me!” tears rimmed your bottom lash line and your voice cracked as you lashed out on him.

“for years george, i mean years! i’ve watched you fall in love with countless girls just to have your heart broken by them. i stuck by you through everything. even when you stopped being being my friend because it made angelina uncomfortable i waited for you george! and you just pushed me to the side. i did everything for you. i executed pranks for you. i planned pranks for you. i took the fall for you. i got detention for you! i did it all for you. i mean the countless amount of things i did just to be able to call you mine and i just… you didn’t care! you’ve never cared! you’ll never love me the way that i love you and that hurts. so. fucking. bad.” you wiped your eyes.

“it kills me george. it eats at me, every single day it does. i stood by your side and i took the blame with you even when i had nothing to do with the stupid shit you pulled at hogwarts because yeah i was going down, but hey, at least i was doing it with you, right? we made so much trouble and-and we used to laugh. and be happy. we were genuinely happy and i don’t know where we went wrong but we did, but i still say that i hate you with a smile on my face! i don’t get it george why don’t you love me!” a whimper tore itself from the depths of your chest as you let out a silent sob.

“now look what we’ve became…” he murmured, tears falling from your eyes.

“all the things i did just to call you mine… and… and all the things you said but… somehow, i still hope i was your favorite crime. cause merlin knows you were mine.” you sniffled as you wiped your eyes.

“you were mine. you’ll always be my favorite crime.” he leaned over and kissed your head as another silent sob racked your body. “now it’s bittersweet to think about the damage that we did,” he smiled over at you sadly. “i love you butterfly. just as much as you love me, if not more,” he whispered as he stood from his place.

you rolled your eyes water-logged eyes, but still managed to smile. “i wish you thought about that before,” you whispered.

“i do too… i guess i’ll have to just call you the one that got away then?” he asked.

“in another life georgie… i’d be your girl. and we’d keep every promise that we made,” you told him.

“and i wouldn’t have to say you were the one that got away,” you nodded as he kissed your head again. “i love you, butterfly. i always have.”

“i love you too, georgie. i always will,” you sniffled as you watched him walk out the door. you didn’t want this. you wanted to stop him. everything in your body screamed at you to stop him. but your brain wouldn’t work. your heart said no. you were scared of being hurt again.

you wanted to do something. yell at him. tell him to come back. to hug you. to never leave you. to never let you go. but your heart wouldn’t let you. you were frozen in time.

~~

it’ll all get better in time.

you’d heard the saying time and time again. especially after your parents passed away. it was people’s favorite line to use when they saw you. the truth is… you didn’t stop hurting. the pain didn’t go away. you just got used to it. but the pain you were feeling now… you didn’t know if it would ever go away. at least it didn’t feel like it.

two months. it had been two months since george walked out of your house that night. it was nobody’s fault but your own, and somehow you couldn’t help wishing he would’ve stayed.

you saw him everywhere. in the stars in the night sky. in the sunrise and the sunset. in coffee shops and store windows. even in your dreams when you slept. so logically, you decided to stop. if you didn’t sleep you couldn’t dream. and if you didn’t dream, you couldn’t see him.

you dutifully ignored the pain in your chest like an annoying bug on a picnic. you pretended that you were fine, but the reality was; you weren’t. but you played it off. and you were able to keep up your facade. untill one day… that one fateful day tucked in the corner at ninety three diagon alley. your brother asked you to pick up ten second pimple vanisher because he had a date tonight and just received a pimple the size of jupiter on his nose, causing him to look like “the muggle myth rudolph the red-nosed reindeer” as he put it.

you walked into the shop and kept your head down as you searched the aisles. it wasn’t where it usually was. you knew this shop like the back of your hand, of course you had… you’d worked there for nearly three years. you furrowed your brows as you looked around. the shop had completely transformed. nothing was in the place it usually was. that’s when your eyes landed there. on her. right at the front, behind the till at the register you worked, in the uniform you wore was angelina johnson.

you sighed deeply as you extended your neck around the corner to where the office was. you smiled triumphantly as you saw fred sitting at his desk and began your trek. you gently knocked twice on the opened door and fred called, “come in,” distractedly.

you walked in and sat on the desk, right in front of him, forcing him to look up at you. “yn!” fred exclaimed.

“hi freddie!” you smiled as a giggle escaped your lips and you returned the death-grip hug he had enveloped you in.

“what brings you by? not that i don’t love seeing your pretty face, of course,” he shot you a playfully flirtatious wink.

“ybn needs ten second pimple vanisher because he has a date tonight and he woke up with a pimple the size of jupiter on his nose,” fred laughed loudly at your remark. “i tried to look for it, but the stores completely turned around,” you pouted slightly.

“oh yeah, we changed some things up because we needed room for our new products. they’re still in the making, but george disappeared,” he hummed.

“george what?” you asked.

“you didn’t know…?” he asked you.

“no. i… i had no idea,” you stuttered.

“yeah. after the night he went to talk to you, he left a note on our kitchen counter and all his things were packed and he just… left. we haven’t seen or heard from him since. ‘s just been angie and i running the shop now. couldn’t do it alone,” fred explained as he picked up the box. “here you are l-“ before he could finish, you were halfway out the door. “YN WAIT!” he called. “YOU FORGOT YOUR PRODUCT!”

“SORRY FRED! YBN WILL BE OKAY I HAVE TO GO!” you called as you ran out the door as fast as your feet would carry you. if you knew george weasley… and you did… there was only one place he could be. and you prayed to any and every god that would listen that he was there. you prayed like your life depended on it that he was okay. you needed to fix this. to fix him. to make it alright.

in this moment you knew that he needed you. he needed you like peanut butter needs jelly. the way left needs right. like the sun needs the moon. he needed you like you needed him. you ran and ran and ran for miles untill you got to a secluded area. then you took a breath. and you apparated.

it was exactly the way you left it. a dingy old wooden box house sitting at the highest branch of a sycamore tree. you groaned softly as you began to climb the many branches. “george i swear to godric you better be in here,” you grumbled to yourself as you climbed.

it felt like hours—truly it was ten grueling minutes at most—untill you got to the door of the house. you whispered the password and it creaked open. “georgie,” you breathed when you saw him.

there he was. laying on the floor of the treehouse wrapped in blankets and a sleeping bag with a small pillow under his head. the apple to your pie. the straw to your berry. the smoke to your high. the one you knew you’d marry.

the one that got away. your twin flame.

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[cycat4077]

Proposing Permission

Summary: You and Sonny have been together for a year but your idea of celebrating is slightly different than his. Set during S18 - roughly November 2016. Pairing: Sonny x Reader Warnings: None, except fluff...and maybe suggestive hints here and there ;) Words: 2479 AO3 here

Technically part 13 in the Changes verse, but can act as a stand-alone, too!

“Mom!” you exclaim as soon as you hear her ‘hello?’ on the end of the line. “You'll never guess what just happened! – Wait, how'd you know? – He did? Of course, he did!” you laugh happily, flashing a bright smile up at Sonny who sits beside you on the sofa.

Sonny would give you the abridged version of the events that led up to this moment later, but at the time, things went a little like this:

-x-

“Uh, Carisi? Where are we going? The turn-off for the I-87 South, is that-a-way…” Amanda turns her body towards the traffic junction that passes by. She then whips back around to stare at her partner in the diver’s seat, a disgruntled look on her face.

“I need ta make a detour,” he states, eyes never leaving the highway.

“But we’re on a case!” she protests, growing irritated.

“Yeah, but we did what we came upstate to do. Got some answers, relayed them to Lieu. Technically, we’re off duty right now.” Sonny taps the wheel with his thumbs, trying to avoid his partner's gaze.

But Amanda Rollins is not one to concede so easily. “Tell me where we’re going, Dominick,” she drops her voice to a stern tone, eyes boring into the side of Sonny’s head.

Sonny lets out a nervous breath and says your name. “Remember how her parents live upstate? Well…” he reaches into the breast pocket of his suit jacket, producing a velvet box. Amanda gasps and nabs it from his grasp. She flips the little box open, finding a ring. “I wanna propose,” admits Sonny, “but I wanna ask her folks first.”

Dragging her eyes away from the box, Rollins frowns. “It’s twenty-sixteen, Sonny…you don’t need parental permission anymore.”

“I know, I know,” dismisses Sonny. “But that’s how my pa did it, and, she’s really close with her parents. It seems right to ask ‘em first.”

Amanda smiles in spite of herself. The gesture is very much a ‘Sonny Carisi’ thing to do. So, she cracks a joke instead. “What’re you gonna do? Salute her dad and say: ‘Requesting permission to marry your daughter, sir!’”

“Rawllins,” he groans, trying to act annoyed while keeping his eyes on the road.

“Do what you gotta do, partner,” she winks before turning her attention back to the box. “This ring is gorgeous!”

-x-

The drive was absolutely beautiful. Being October, the further away from concrete Sonny and Amanda drove, the denser the colourful forests became. It was picture perfect and Sonny’s only wish was that you could have been along to see it too.

Pulling up to your childhood home, Sonny leaves Amanda in the passenger’s seat. Afterall, this detour had to be relatively quick to prevent Lieu from breathing down his neck about it.

As Sonny makes his way to the door, his legs are a little wobbly and his pulse is racing. He has met your parents before and they adore him, yet, as he waits for his knock to be answered, his nerves get the better of him. This is a huge step and he hopes that they believe him worthy of it.

Then the door clicks open to reveal your mother. “Sonny!” she exclaims happily, but immediately her face falls. “Is everything okay?” In hindsight, an unannounced, unaccompanied visit does seem a little concerning.

Clueing in, Sonny immediate puts your mother at ease. “Yeah, yeah!” he reassures with a smile. “Work brought me upstate and I, uh, I wanted ta ask y’both somethin’ while I was up here.”

“Of course, of course!” Your mother ushers Sonny into the house before giving him a giant hug. Just as she releases him your father walks into the room, coming over with a large smile and firm handshake.

“Sir,” greets Sonny with a nod.

The three of them then take a seat at the dining room table; your mother unsurprisingly offers Sonny everything in her fridge. Once satisfied that he’s not lying about not being hungry, she continues. “So, son, what’s on your mind?”

The Italian swallows nervously. He looks to his fingers, thrumming them on the table top while his right knee bounces anxiously. Finally, he begins to speak: “Well, as you know, your daughter and I have been together for a while now and, we love each other very much. I love her very much.” A grin begins to break out on your mom’s face, her intuition giving her a good idea of where the conversation is headed. “And I, uh,” continues Sonny, “well, it seemed only right for me ta ask the two of you first. I w-wanna ask her ta marry me.”

Suspicions confirmed, your mother squeals with delight, grabbing onto your father’s arm and giving it a loving squeeze.

“I got a ring already and everything, if ya wanna see it,” Sonny adds quickly as if it will reenforce how committed he is to you. He pulls out the box once more and hands it over to your mom.

“Oh, Sonny,” she sighs looking up to your boyfriend. “She’s going to absolutely love it.”

“So, I, uh, have both your blessings then?” His blue eyes dart nervously back and forth between your parents.

Finally, your dad chimes in. “Of course!” he exclaims happily, his voice choking up ever so slightly. “You’re a good man and I couldn’t imagine my girl with anyone else.”

Sonny’s stomach does a somersault as he is immediately flooded with relief. “Thank ya!” he leaps to his feet. Your parents stand with him, both delivering their future son-in-law a squeezing hug. Parting, Sonny reluctantly explains that he can’t stay and that he must be getting back to the city.

“Alright, hon,” your mother coos. “Let us know what happens. Your secret is safe with us for now, but we’ll be waiting anxiously by the phone for the happy news!”

“Will do,” beams Sonny before he heads back to the squad car. Your parents wave him goodbye until he’s out of sight.

-x-

It’s your anniversary! One complete year of you and Sonny (finally) getting together! But…the universe really didn’t care about that. Nope! Because a faculty meeting was called on the one day where you didn’t have classes to teach. It ran from midday and into the evening and there was no possible way of getting out of it either. You loved your job, you really did, but today was supposed to be for you and Sonny. Nothing fancy, of course, but you had planned a lazy morning, followed up with cooking together and turning it into a romantic evening celebration.

“Uhhggghhh!” you groan, hanging your head and slouching your shoulders.

Sonny places his warm hands on your arms, grinning. “It’s alright, sweetheart.” You can feel those blue eyes shining down on you and, the next thing you know, a finger is gingerly tilting your chin up towards his. “I ain’t mad at all, okay? Shit happens. Jeez, how many times have I hadta cancel a date with you ‘cause I got called in or hadta work late?”

You bunch your mouth at the corner, frustrated. “I know, but it’s our anniversary and I was looking forward to spending all day with you!”

“So was I, but we can still make the most of it.” He kisses you on the nose. “I’ll go ahead ‘n make dinner and then when ya get home we can celebrate.”

“You sure? It was supposed to be a team effort. I can just grab some takeout on the way home –”

“Nonsense,” Sonny grins. “Besides, my cookin’ is way better than any takeout in the city.” His words make you laugh. “There’s that beautiful smile,” he beams, sweeping the hair back from your eyes.

“I love you.”

“I love you too, doll. Now, go on before you’re late ‘n try not ta fall asleep.”

You give Sonny a sweet kiss and make your way to the door. Before exiting, you flash a sultry look over your shoulder at your smiling boyfriend. “I promise I’ll make it up to you later, babe. It’s just a shame you have to wait so long to see what’s underneath this dress.” You slip out the door before you’re able to see the sign of the cross Sonny makes in attempt to absolve himself of his sinful thoughts.

-x-

The journey back home never felt so exhausting. Maybe it was the fact that the meeting seemed to drag on forever, especially when all you could think about was curling up next to Sonny. Your feet ached in your pumps and you cursed your wardrobe choice. Though, you were still new at the college and thus wanted to make a professional impression.

Once you finally reach your floor, a distinct cooking aroma floats down the hallway. Your stomach grumbles, knowing exactly which apartment is the origin and eager to taste what smells so delicious.

Opening your door, you are greeted by your wonderful boyfriend and his smiling eyes. He’s dressed up in a crisp shirt and slacks. “Welcome home, sweetheart and happy anniversary!”

You smile up at him and step into his outstretched arms. His attire seemed a bit formal, but you weren’t complaining. The way button up shirts hugged his arms and torso always made your face flush and heart beat a little faster. Those same arms also fit perfectly around you when he held you close.

As you begin to withdraw from his embrace however, you notice just how much Sonny is perspiring. “Babe, you alright?” Your brow knits with concern. “You’re sweating a bunch…”

Sonny quickly averts his gaze and turns towards the kitchen. “Yeah, yeah. I’m fine,” he gives a dismissive wave. “The oven’s been on all day.”

You know him well enough to tell that something is not quite right and his half-hearted answer gives you reason to follow him and press the issue. But as you round the corner, you’re stopped dead in your tracks by an elaborate display.

Sonny has gone all out. A hearty meal sits steaming on a table set for two, a single rose in a crystal vase resides at the center, and he’s even arranged some of your candles to provide low lighting. The sight of it all leaves you feeling as though your heart will flutter right out of your chest.

"Sonny," you whisper, hand over your heart. "You didn't have to do all this." You then peer up at him with glassy eyes.

"I wanted tonight to be special. Just you ‘n me celebrating a whole magical year of being together.”

Closing the distance, you lean up and place your lips tenderly to his. Sonny bends forward, deepening the kiss. You run a hand tenderly up the front of his shirt feeling the contours of his muscles beneath your fingers. Sonny reaches to cover your hand with his, grasping it carefully and reluctantly pulling it away. Breaking apart, he smiles, "Food's gonna get cold, doll."

The two of you sit down to a quiet, romantic dinner, clinking glasses in a toast to your relationship. But Sonny still has beads of sweat forming along his brow. "Babe, are you sure you're alright?" you point to his forehead. "It's not that hot in here..."

He swallows thickly, looking away. "Yeah...I'm just a little nervous is all." Sonny then focuses on you with big, blue eyes.

Yours narrow in confusion. Nervous? Why would he be nervous? It just us here...

Sonny flashes you shy smile before reaching across the table to take your hand in his. He stares at it in contemplation as he runs his thumb lovingly over your knuckles.

Biting his lip, he shifts those gorgeous eyes back to yours. "We've been through a lot in a year, doll," he begins. "And last summer I never knew how my life would change when you walked through that squad room door. I never knew that I could love someone so completely until I fell in love with you. My whole heart is yours and -"

"Sonny!" you release a sweet laugh. "You don't owe me a speech! I know how much you love me, silly! And I hope you know how much I love you too."

Suddenly, Sonny seems a little terrified. Had he rehearsed this or something?

"Just hear me out, ‘kay?" he implores following a shaky breath.

You smile softly and squeeze his hand signaling for him to continue.

"Believe me, doll, I've never felt more loved by anyone but you. I love waking up with ya in the mornin' and fallin' asleep together at night. My heart skips a beat thinkin' about a future with you. So, I guess that's why I'm sweatin'."

All of a sudden the warmth of Sonny's hand disappears. He shifts to get up from the table, slipping his fingers into his pocket. Then you realize that he's getting down on one knee. Your heart begins to thunder in your chest and a gasp catches in your throat.

Sonny's eyes lock onto yours as he produces a velvet box and opens it. There sits a white gold ring topped by a dainty solitaire diamond. Your eyes immediately rim with tears as you hear Sonny softly speak your name. "Will you marry me?"

A large smile erupts upon your face and you instantly blurt out a "yes!"

Sonny's expression changes to one of pure love. He delicately slips the ring on your finger and quickly rises to capture your lips in a kiss.

You wrap your arms around his neck and he effortlessly scoops you up. "I'm so happy," you speak against his lips, eliciting a tight squeeze from your fiancé.

Fiancé! Sonny Carisi is your fiancé! The man you love with your whole heart. You've always believed that it isn’t the ring on their finger that make two people married – that’s at least how committed you feel towards Sonny – Yet now, you couldn’t be happier to make what you share official.

"I'm so happy too, doll! I love you! I love you! I love you!" Sonny reciprocates in between swift kisses to your cheeks, nose and lips. Then his eyes darken and he bows his head towards your neck, nibbling and suckling at the sensitive skin that resides there.

You sigh, a tingling sensation spreading throughout your body. God, is he good at this! But then, your mind comes back to reality and you gently, albeit reluctantly, push him away. “Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait!” you chant, tapping your hands lightly on his chest.

Sonny pulls back but his eyes still hungrily flicker to where his lips were focused mere moments before.

“I have to go call my mom! She’d kill me if she knew I didn’t tell her right away.” You watch as Sonny smirks. “But then I promise we’ll celebrate properly…after all, you still haven’t seen what’s underneath this dress.”

-x- 

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[katsukikitten]

This is a repost for a fic I deleted ages ago. I've done zero editing and even had to go into my old phone to get it. Enjoy ~

Kirishima gripped onto your face tightly , tight enough that his fingers were causing indents in your smooth skin. Your heart was beating out of your chest, the two of you enveloped in darkness in the small confines of a random coat closet.

"Do you know the things I want to do to you, Y/N?" His voice is dangerously husky, his breath the only indication that he has been drinking.

Your cheeks burn at the question as he pushes you agaisnt the wall, separating your legs with a powerful thigh. Voices of your classmates and a low thump of music in celebration of new years is long forgotten as the roar of your blood echos in your delicate ears.

You swallow unsure of how to answer. Kirishima was always a good friend had he ever expressed interest in you? He was sweet and kind. The first to volunteer to show you around campus, the first to guide you to new friends and the first to encourage you to date someone else.

Someone else that broke your heart a few months ago and Eijirou was the first to lend his shoulder to cry on. Ruby eyes shining as they welled with their own set of tears. So how could he even think to like you?

His hand moves to your throat but his grip is much lighter, barely holding onto your thin column with plenty of opportunity to breathe.

"Are you not going to answer, little one?" His voice reverberates around the small closet, in your chest. Still you cannot even think of an answer depsite having too taken shots of liquid courage but clearly not as much as your red headed friend. His grips slowly becomes tighter yet no fear rings out into your body, only excitement. You never pegged Kirishima as the...commanding type.

"I..." Your voice gets lost in your throat your fist his black shirt. His eyes shine as he holds your gaze with what little light filters in thought the cracks of the door.

"You what? Speak up when speaking to your sir please baby girl." You inwardly giggle, even in his dominate state he asked nicely. But the effect was not lost on you what with his soft tone and grip.

No if anything it encouraged you more.

"I wouldn't know, sir. You've never seemed to express that type of interest in me." You say softly just a few decibels above a whisper. A haughty smile forms on his face as he pushes you further into the wall, completely pressing his body agaisnt yours as his lips find your ear in such urgency.

"Do you know how hard it was for me to pretend to be happy for you and Bakugou?" His grip tightens with his rarely found rage, still nothing compared to the ash blonde "I encouraged the two of you because the chemistry was obvious and I knew he'd treat you well. He did treat you well but I guess I got so caught up in making sure you got what you wanted that I didnt think about his inability to be open with his feelings. I should know best about that."

"Wha..what do you mean you should know best?" He doesn't answer for a long time, silencing anymore questions with a kiss.

His tenderness is welcomed although your body craves more, more punishment but you cannot find yourself being your true bratty self to Kirishima. How can you defy someone who asks so nicely? You melt into his kiss, feverish to feel more as you pulling on his hair.

Just as he is about to part your lips with his tongue the small closet is suddenly flooded with light.

"So this is where you two made off too." The voice is dark, causing both you and Eji's stomachs to clench with desire. You both are frozen under the scarlet gaze of the predator.

"Kitten what are you doing pinned beneath such a scrawny puppy?" Your heart races at the old nickname, body still pulling towards him despite the attraction to the ruby haired man pinning you to the closet. He grabs Kirishima by the back of his thick neck pulling the warmth away from you. Exposing how much you two have really been up to in the dark as your shirt is haphazardly lifted up your smooth torso. He slams Kirishima agaisnt the wall of the closet by his throat as he gently grabs onto the crook of your arm.

His eyes scream unquenched rage, knowing if you defy him now there will be hell to pay later.

"But King I was only enjoying his company. His lips are marvelous and his hands..." Katsuki's eyes flicker back to you, he wraps his fingers in the thick hair at the base of your skull. Pulling harshly as your core begins to heat.

He harshly tilts your face away from him, exposing your neck to his hungry teeth. His kissable lips press to your ear.

"Still a brat I see. I guess I didnt punish you harshly enough." His voice is velvet contradicting his deadly grip. Kirishima whimpers beneath Katsuki's touch, reaching out a hand for yours that you gladly grip onto.

A little unused to Katsuki not having a free hand to comfort you, unknowing that Eji feels the same. Crimson eyes shift to the man beneath his crushing grip and a small smirk plays on his lips.

"My little puppy if you hang around kitten too much her brat will rub off on you." He loosens his grip when he sees Kirishima's eyes rolling into the back of his head, for once not realizing how harshly he was gripping.

He was unused to both of his hands occupied but that wasn't to say he didn't mind. A bratty kitten and an extremely obedient puppy was going to prove...interesting. The strong hand moves from your hair quickly to your waist to pull you to him while his eyes stay glued to Eji.

"Ah are you alright little one?" He asks soothingly as he peppers kisses onto Eji's neck, slightly red, "I've gripped too hard huh."

Tears prick Kirishima's eyes and you squeeze his still held hand having been there too. Not with Katsuki being too rough, no he was always the right amount but teetering on the fine line of pleasure and shame to allow someone to control you, to provoke such reactions out of you. He gently kisses your knuckles that are interlaced with Ejis, lips trailing over his before he gently separates them with his free hand. He squeezes your hip as he exits the closet.

"Follow me." A command that neither are allowed to disobey, even going as far as to make sure that you do not escape.

Kirishima stays frozen against the closet wall.

"But..." His voice is soft, small even unlike the normal booming confidence he normally displays.

"Puppy." Katsuki barks out darkly, not even bothering to turn around, "Unless you want your erection to go untouched by anyone but you, I suggest you follow your King."

"Yes, Katsuki-sama." He says softly falling into place behind the two of you. He guides you both up the stairwell taking a familiar path until the three of you stop in front of a thick oak door of a college dorm room.

Your door. That he opens with ease as you never lock it unless sleeping or during a session. He flicks on the switch that allows the soft string lights to flicker on, leaving the harsh center over head light off. He turns to grab onto Kirishima's hand bringing you both to the center, standing barefoot on the plush faux fur rug.

"Kneel." He orders and Kirishima sinks to his knees, posture straight as he murmurs with a bowed head.

"Yes, Katsuki-sama."

"I..." You protest your head clearing just a bit, hadn't he said he was done for awhile. Needed a break to think and now here he was bringing someone else into your room. You did not feel jealousy over the heavily hinted and obvious displays of interaction between the two men. If anything you desired to see it, to share your King with another would not be a bad idea. Two to support one another in the time of a "tyrant" you would just after to learn how to share the after Bakugou.

"And I said *kneel* Kitten." He steps closer without touching you and your body heats up, "Unless you want to be denied release all night. You're already up to twenty minutes worth of edging."

"But...." Tears prick your eyes as you sink to your knees, long forgetting your heartache for now. Unfair in his dominance or so you always think.

You face Katuski always as Kirishima keeps his head bowed. You try to study the different dynamic and cannot fathom being that good.

What kind of pleasures does Kirishima get with such good behavior?

Katsuki lifts his chin, holding his gaze.

"You may hold eye contact for tonight until I say other wise, okay, Koinu?" Kirishima nods in response earning a gentle kiss on the forehead before Katsuki stands over you, again gripping your hair roughly as he places a feather soft kiss onto your forehead. The rules the three of you have are unspoken but known by heart. One 'King you're hurting my heart' uttered from either pair of lips he will stop in his tracks and he will crush you to him.

"Now explore one another." His tone close to boredom as he pulls up your pink computer chair to sit on.

The two of you stare dumbfounded at one another then towards the higher power in the room. Small impatient explosions litter his skin as he sighs out his unspoken anger. His eyes level to both of you as he speaks.

"You two had no problem in that cramped closet. Koinu, why dont you see if little kitten is wet."

"King..." Eiji starts, Katsuki listens with narrowing eyes dissecting if it is disobedience or fear that causes him to hesitate.

He gives him a moment as your eyes return to Kirishima. You smile in his direction as Eji's heart beats rapidly.

Is this....is this what he wants? Does he want to share you? Does he want to share Katsuki?

Ruby eyes meet scarlet and the ash blonde stands before squatting to the red heads level.

"Are you okay Koinu?" Voice ever soft as he places his strong palm behind his red haired head and you reach out to touch Kirishuma's knee. Hair ruffled by a calloused hand while skin is being caressed by smooth fingers.

Something ignites in his chest.

"I...I'm okay, thank you Katsuki-sama, Kitten." Katsu smirks easing into his temporary throne, voice returning to that deadly tone.

"Then check to see if my kitten is enjoying our company my Koinu."

Kirishima hovers close to you, suddenly unsure of what he should be doing.

As if his hand wasn't half way up your skirt just downstairs. His hand follows the curve of your powerful thigh as it slips beneath the black fabric that drapes over your ass and your heat.

His fingers make their way to your core and when he discovers no restrictive fabric over your mound his eyes widen.

"Ah she must not being wearing underwear." Katsuki laughs, "I see you didn't know how much of a slut she was huh, Kirishima? Then again she never wears underwear with that skirt. Were you expecting to get laid?"

"No!" A mock shriek as his smile darkens.

"Then why are you up here with us kitten?"

For that you have no answer as Kirishima steals your breath. Still following the order to explore you as his fingers swirl over your needy clit with the ease of your own arousal.

"How does she feel?"

"Good." He breathes out, his other hand exploring your chest.

"Nice and slick huh? Easy to pound into. She's always ready to be fucked, doesn't matter how many rounds." Katsuki brags with a chuckle. Kirishima hesitates when you moan. He stops, swallowing.

"Continue but you cannot get her close to cumming. You won't know when to stop and with the way she moans you won't want to stop." Katsuki leans back, placing his hands behind his head.

Kirishima listens as he toys with you, leaning you off of your knees. Spreading your legs so he can better slip a digit in and out of you.

Two sets of eyes have your cheeks burning with desire as you lean your head back crying out with every gentle thrust. With each moan he increases in speed and you feel your core tighten.

Oh are you close, he's only a few thrusts away before fingers are ripped from your oozing center. You cry out, frustrated tears welling in your eyes.

"I told you to watch it. You cannot reward this brat until her behavior changes." Katsuki has Kirishima by the wrist now. He brings his soaked digits to his mouth sucking on Kirishima's middle finger. Your body mirrors Ejis as he shudders with pleasure. Katsuki brings Eiji's forefinger to his own mouth.

"Koinu, taste her." He sucks his own finger holding eye contact with Katsuki, "Good huh?"

"Yes Katsuki-sama."

"Good then you won't mind licking the taste off my cock in a few moments." He pulls on the belt on his pants and places it around Kirishima's throat, leaving the longer end in the front like a leash. He gives it a small tug and Kirishima groans, "I'm going to show you how to fuck her properly."

"Kitten, get into position." He snarls darkly and you obey as you move to all fours before lying on your forearms, pushing your ass up higher for your king. He teases you at first, pushing only the tip in having you begging after the third withdrawal. He obliges by sheathing himself in on hard thrust. You cry out clenching onto him as he pounds into you agonizingly slow.

You buck agaisnt him and receive a fist full of hair pulling you up to all fours.

"Kitten." He says lowly and you whimper, "Did you forget that quickly that I set the pace?"

"No."

"No what?" He stops mid thrust and you squirm. You catch Kirishima staring and embarrassment paints you red.

"No king." You moan, fighting the urge to fuck yourself on him. He eases into a slow pace.

"Koinu, come." Katsu calls and Kirishima's obeys, waiting next to him. Nails bite into your hip as a strong hand wraps over leather, thoroughly enjoying the power you both are lending to him. He pulls on the belt, crashing Eji's mouth to his own, forcing his tongue past sharp teeth for a battle he always wins. He breaks the kiss and both males are panting as you moan. The sight, the sound of their heated grunting kisses and the feel of Katsuki has you so close.

"You've been such a good puppy, that I'm going to change the plans. I'll allow you to help me us my slut." He kisses his lips firmly again, "Kitten suck his dick as well as you do mine while I fuck you senseless okay?"

"Yes king." You breath as Eiji comes into view. Slowly freeing himself and you cannot stop your want, your greed from feeling whole in two places. You take him all the way in, though difficult with his length, and gag just as Katsuki likes and Kirishima groans. Hands hesitant to grab onto your hair.

You look up at him, sucking his length as your moans from being fucking vibrate over the sensitive skin.

"Fuck...." He growls, fisting your hair as your head bobs quickly. He looks down on you with glazed ruby eyes and drinks in the sight of you. Cheeks flushed, eyes every now and again threatening to roll back and delicate mouth wrapped around his length.

The sight alone could have him come undone and when he watches his master pound into you his dick twitches eliciting a whine from you. You push him further when you pull on his "leash" choking him a devilish smile on your lips.

"Good idea Kitten." Katsuki praises with a smack on the ass before grabbing onto the belt and tugging on it hard. Kirishima gasps and the leather slaps your back, still working diligently to receive your mouth filling surprise.

"Katsuki-sama..." He groans.

"You're close already?" He laughs as a devilish smile plasters his lips, "She's good isn't she? Now Koinu has she been good enough to allow her to cum? She feels like she's been edged enough. She must love being used."

You work harder and faster, anything to get him to agree to rewarding you.

"Aaaahhh. Yes, yes she has."

"Well you know the rule, ladies first then we can paint her should we wish." He squeezes onto your hips as he begins to take harder and sloppier thrusts. He knows God damn well you cum best when he's about too.

And now to have the stimulation of two throbbing cocks inside you does send you over the edge.

Twitching, a moaning muffled screamed mess as tears run down your cheeks still trying to please the man before you. Your release sets off a chain reaction as your mouth is filled with what you crave before Katsuki sends you spiraling again with his own grunting release.

Slowly the three of you disentangle, Katsuki pulling you into Kirishima for a moment as he leaves to get a warm rag.

He cleans you gently, then deft fingers make quick work of removing the belt from a sore but happy throat. He looks at you both, palm behind each head and places the most stomach fluttering kiss on each of your heads.

"Now I've shown you how she likes to he fucked. When she's bratty just be extra stern okay?" He says to Kirishima as he goes to get dressed. His heart breaks knowing what his words mean but fire is lit in your stomach. You grab onto his wrist yanking him down onto the two of you. Ash blonde brows furrow as they stare up at you, firmly held by a strong masculine arm to two opposing bodies.

"You have an obligation to us, King." Your voice is all bite, all venom with warning that if he leaves there will be HELL to pay.

"Is that so?" He chuckles looking to Kirishima, "You agree?"

"I agree. You belong with us. This Kitten and Koinu might go wild with out a proper King." His voice is back to all confidence as it dances on the fringes of a threat.

Katsuki laughs harshly before kissing you both with breath stealing ferocity.

"Guess you always get what you want huh brat?"

[get-shiggy-with-it]

#1 Victory Royale

✧ pairing: college student!spinner x student!afab!reader

✧ word count: 4.4k

✧ warnings: college au/no quirks, light angst, mostly soft/fluff, smut, could be hate fucking if you squint, afab reader but no pronouns, this is pretty tame, by like my standards, I wrote this at work, not really a warning, but it felt like you needed to know that

✧ summary: relationships suck and Spinner is starting to think maybe he does too

✧ ao3 mirror

✧ a/n: Hey y'all, welcome back to more college au bs from me. This is set in the same universe once again as all my other college pieces. A very sweet anon asked if we'd ever get to see more of Spinner, so here he is! Also with another cameo from shiggy's bitch (endearing) cause I can't help myself.

“Ughhhhhh….”

Spinner’s groaning echoed through the tiny apartment, the heavy sound of creaking couch cushions under his weight following.

“What?” his long-suffering roommate shouted out their bedroom door, rapidly shoving clothing and a toothbrush into an overnight bag.

“Uggghhhhhhh!”

He let out with another, louder dying animal wail. He’d been like this since they woke up—wallowing in some strange concoction of self pity and Red Bull on the kitchen floor when they walked in for water two hours ago.

“Motherfucker,” they mumbled, tossing their bag to the floor and marching, more than a little disgruntled, into the hall. “What do you want?”

Spinner was sitting upside down on the couch now, feet up against the wall tapestry and cotton candy hair splayed out on the floor. He stared blankly as his friend came into view—arms crossed, frowning at him from the end of the hall—and opened his mouth once more, letting out another garbled grunt that had one of the neighbors pounding twice on the wall to shut his dramatic ass up.

“Dude seriously, are you gonna tell me who pissed in your cereal or are you just gonna scream until the guys next door kick a hole through our wall?”

They almost felt bad as he looked away, sniffing and letting himself slump farther off the sofa until he was sprawled completely on the hardwood and staring, glassy eyed, up at the ceiling.

When he finally spoke a full sentence, his gaze was locked on the water stain above him from a year ago when the upstairs neighbors flooded their apartment trying to make jungle juice in the bathtub.

“I don’t know, I’m just in my feels as the kids say,” he sounded so dejected—strange for someone who was perpetually energized to a frustrating degree—that their shoulders immediately slumped from a hardass square to a softer, more sympathetic angle

They padded over to join him on the floor.

“Care to elaborate, oh roomie of mine?”

There was a pause and Spinner tapped his nails against the hardwood idly before responding.

“I guess I’m just feeling, like, fucking I don’t know,” he sighed, knocking his head against the dusty boards, “left out I guess? That’s not quite right, but it’s just Magne mentioned last time she came to The League meeting that Jin was seeing somebody and it just got me all introspective and weird…”

“Hm,” his roommate hummed thoughtfully and studied the way the textured white ceiling gave way to the rings of brown water damage, like a dead and dying flower, “I thought you and Jin weren’t ever that serious?”

“We weren’t,” Spinner groaned again and rubbed his eyes. “We went on like, one date a year ago and I haven’t thought about it really at all since then. I’m not sure why hearing he’s got someone else now made me so fucking...jealous I guess.”

“I mean, maybe you just never really gave yourself the time to process it?” they asked and received only an annoyed huff and accompanying groan. “Sorry, should have asked if you were looking for advice or just wanting to rant. My bad.”

“No, it’s fine. I think it’s just…”

Spinner trailed off and they shifted as the hard floor bit at their back and made it ache. The muscles were sore already as it was, and Tomura blowing their fucking back a few times a week wasn’t really helping. They’d created some kind of perpetually horny monster, but something told them cracking a joke about it wasn’t really going to help the situation much. Thankfully, Spinner found his way to filling the silence a minute later.

“I don’t think it has anything specifically to do with Jin. Yeah I liked him, we’re still really good friends and I don’t feel like I need him to be more than that. It’s just that—and this is gonna make me sound like a massive asshole—but with you and your new fucking boyfie and now even Jin finding someone to date I just keep seeing reminders everywhere of how motherfucking isolated I am.”

“Oh,” they felt their face burn a bit, guilt frothing as they were forced to acknowledge the fact that in all the time they’ve spent holed up with Tomura, Spinner had been discarded like an old Steam game, bought impulsively on sale and never played again. “I’m sorry I haven’t been prioritizing you—”

“No, no, no shut the fuck with that,” he waved his hand to cut them off and pushed himself up on his palms. “I know I’m not being fair about it, and I really am happy for you guys, but idk man….I just feel like I’m never gonna find that you know?”

Beside him, his roommate remained sprawled out on the floor like a homicide tape outline and was just as deadly quiet.

“I just,” he continued, running an angry hand through his hair, “I know I could be such a good partner. Like I’m funny and I’m not a fucking creep, which is actually a plus to most people.”

He shot a side glance down and they rolled their eyes, sitting up and knocking his shoulder roughly till he toppled back to the dirty floor and they stood above him.

“Fuck off,” they chuckled.

His roommate watched as the laughter seemed to infect him like a bad cold, creeping down the back of his throat and shaking in his chest.

“No I’m serious, I would be such a fucking great boyfriend. I give goddamn top quality cuddles and I actually know how to do laundry, what more does one need truly?”

“Damn bro, you’ve known how to fold your own clothes this whole time?”

The giggling spread into the quiet space, rocking through both their shoulders and leaving the air feeling light—fresh like the first nights of Spring. When it finally petered out into friendly silence, they were both far lighter.

“I just like the way you fold my t-shirts, the sleeves don’t get those weird creases when you do it,” he muttered and stood, doing his best to fix the wild pink locks that stood on end from his fidgeting.

“Yeah I’m sure,” his roommate rolled their eyes and turned back down the hall.

When they left for the night to stay over with their boyfriend, Spinner tried not to acknowledge the way he subconsciously glared at their back as they walked out the door, skipping yet another League meeting to swap spit with that guy from their English class.

He tried even harder not to think of how their bed would be warm and their legs would have legs to tangle with, their chest have a chest to lay against, while he heated up instant noodles in the microwave and fell asleep alone on their living room couch.

Not to mention that tonight was the big tournament with that new group on campus. He was really banking on his bff (best fucking friend as they were always sure to clarify) and him teaming up to crush those assholes from The Commission or whatever they called themselves.

Fucking lame as shit name in his opinion.

In any case, he’d have to settle for Magne again, and she was such a loose cannon they were sure to get their asses handed to them. She was a great fucking tank, he’d be the first to admit, but strategy was not a strong point of hers and they desperately needed that tonight.

He could feel the sinking weight of failure rolling in the pit of his stomach already even as he dragged himself into his room to tug on an old pair of jeans.

It bothered him way more than it should, the idea of losing some gaming tournament that, by all means held little to no actual significance.

Spinner knew the stock he’d started placing in games was growing to an unhealthy degree.

He knew that.

But self awareness rarely did anything to alleviate the irrational fear of failing at one of the only remaining consistencies in his life.

It stung worse when the tournament kicked off and by the third round, Spinner was the only remaining League member in the brackets.

“Fucking shit…” he muttered to himself, the small basement room alight with the blue glow of the monitor and the sound of frantically smashing controllers.

Behind him on the couch—stolen long ago from the theater building—Magne held him by the shoulders as he grit his teeth and leaned into the movement of his avatar on screen.

“You got this babe,” she shouted, cheek pressed up to his ear. “Make ‘em eat shit for me!”

“I would if you stopped distracting me,” Spinner hissed back.

Really it wasn’t Magne’s aggressive and somewhat bloodthirsty style of encouragement that shook his focus so badly.

It was his opponent.

The fucking president of The Commission sat, thighs spread and pressed to his, resting your weight on your elbows and snarling beside him in the couch.

Your face was split in this heart stopping grin as you quite deftly dodged all his attempts to get a hit in and managed to land a few of your own in the process.

And you looked really hot doing it.

Which was definitely just a side effect of the punch he (didn’t) drink and the body heat fueled temperature of the room—sweaty skin against sweaty skin making his mind wander against his will.

The shifting in his seat was absolutely just to illogically make him move faster and had nothing to do with how tight his pants now seemed.

So much for not being a fucking creep.

Your teammates were gathered in a circle behind you, enraptured and exuding the kind of smug confidence that said quite clearly The League was fucked from the second they walked in.

Not even two minutes later your hands were thrown up, punching the air and your team piling over the back of the couch to drown you in a sea of celebratory limbs.

Spinner felt himself deflating even as he was toppled off the couch by your screaming members and The League collectively cursed in the background.

Truthfully he’d known the chances of winning were slim.

Ever since his roommate started getting busy with classes and clubs that ‘looked good on their resume,’ The League had gone downhill rapidly. It was a problem since long before that Shigaraki guy swooped in and stole them away, but Spinner couldn’t stop himself from lowkey holding that against him.

The League had consumed so much of his life in college, functioning as a haven where he was finally respected and belonged to an extent he’d never experienced before.

The stink of failure and loss, not of the game but the only space he’d ever really occupied without complaint, burned his face and made the room feel more suffocating than usual.

Magne looked as though she wanted to give him one of her signature—and admittedly very comforting—hugs, but the deadly look of disappointment on Spinner’s face must have made her think twice.

The rest of his team seemed to read this sudden downward shift in the room as they began to filter out, climbing the steps onto street level and away from the suddenly stuffy, uncomfortable meeting spot. Normally everyone would stay and finish off the drinks snuck past the janitorial staff, eating Doritos until well past midnight. This time they couldn’t wait to be rid of him.

He couldn’t really blame them.

The multimedia building was a strange place after hours. Once Spinner might have called it something rare and liminal, now it felt more like a prison.

He stood, packing up the consoles a bit more roughly than necessary when someone cleared their throat behind him.

He turned to see you, standing alone with hands on your hips and scowling like you were the one who just got their gaming reputation ruined.

“Dude what the fuck was that?”

Spinner bristled at the knife sharp point of your tone.

“Really?” he asked incredulously. “You seriously waited around to rub your win in my face?”

You rolled your eyes and took a step closer around the couch. “I’m not talking about the fucking game dumbass. Why the hell are you pouting like I stole your fucking candy or some shit? You ruined the vibes man.”

“If anyone was ruining the vibes, it was you and your cocky ass team.”

Spinner felt himself stepping closer too, pulled in by the celestial weight that accompanied any kindling argument.

“Me?” you pointed to your chest and scoffed, “Wow, I was really hoping you’d actually possess a bit of emotional maturity, but if this is how you get after a loss I’m not shocked your fucking club is bleeding members.”

At some point the two of you had gravitated close enough that he felt the puff of your last breath on his cheeks. Two comets, ready and willing to collide.

“I’m not being the asshole in this situation, you know that right?” Spinner glared down his nose at you, heart pounding in his ears. “Maybe you shouldn’t make fucking unfounded assumptions about people you don’t know.”

“So then why are your panties in a twist over a fucking game?” you retorted.

He was peripherally aware that your eyes had taken on the same laser focused quality as they had during the last round. Determined and locked onto him without sparing a glance to anything else.

It was this same undivided attention that he’d envied in you as you played, and as Spinner felt it trained on him, his pants once again felt uncomfortably restrictive.

“It’s not about the fucking game okay!?” his voice came out hoarse and far more petulant than he’s been aiming for.

Though he quickly felt the embarrassment give rise to a secondary heat as you both breathed each other’s air and searched the face across from you.

“Then what is it about?”

That strange, unexplainable, inexplicable rush of potential filled the small gap that remained between your bodies—the kind of tension Spinner was beginning to think he’d never feel again.

He’d kissed plenty of people. Almost more than he’d like to admit, or that they’d like to admit more accurately.

But when his flickering eyes found your hard stare still and unwavering from his, it felt incredibly natural to lean in and press his lips against your fading frown.

It was slow going, the few centimeters that separated you seemed like miles as he moved slowly, never breaking eye contact until his mouth was finally slotted over yours and you weren’t pushing him away.

There was still a bit of lingering confusion, as this was decidedly not what either of you appeared to be expecting from the prior conversation. That coupled with the fact that Spinner wasn’t entirely sure he remembered your first name made the feeling of your tongue prodding at the seam of his lips all the more startling.

When he gasped, you slid your hands up his chest and licked into his mouth. Tongue tangling between breaths, Spinner felt himself getting lost in the familiar and coveted taste of another mouth, another body, another hand that grasped, that desired, that wanted him.

***

Your knees dug into the cushions on either side of Spinner’s thighs as you bounced in his lap. He fought to keep his eyes open against the pleasure of his cock sinking into you over and over again, so he could watch the way your head was thrown back and your chest heaved with the exertion.

He dug his hands into your hips and let his head hit the back of the couch, feet planted on the floor to help his hips thrust up into you, earning him some of the prettiest, stifled moans he’d ever heard.

Truthfully, he had not expected to fuck you. He figured you might be down to just make out for a bit until the cleaning staff came and booted you from the building, but both your pants had quite quickly and naturally found their way to the floor.

Neither of you spoke much, which he was thankful for. That would have been far too complicated of a conversation, especially considering you really didn’t know each other all that well.

Spinner usually liked to do a bit of ‘getting to know you’ type activities before he hooked up with people, which he did with surprising frequency for somebody so starved for a long term thing. Sex just fucking felt good and it was this eagerness that was his downfall. Most people he’d fucked around with seemed to read the urge to get into their pants as a diminished interest or emotional attraction and Spinner ended up with more friends with benefits than actual friends...or benefits.

Regardless, it was fine by him that the only form of communication passing between you for now were scattered groans of pleasure and the wet slap of your ass against his thighs.

He’d nearly forgotten how fucking amazing pussy felt.

For no particular reason, Spinner had always found himself fooling around with bodies more similar to his own. Not that he had any real preference, though the lack of experience often made him a bit nervous in the whole ‘pleasing your partner’ department, despite many helpful lessons from his roommate.

That was all to say that Spinner was incredibly thankful you reached down to guide his hand that had clumsily begun rubbing circles on your clit. That is until you simply knocked it away and went back to riding his dick like a fucking champ.

Then he did speak.

“Wanna make you cum,” he mumbled and really did sound like he was pouting this time.

You peered down at him, slowing your pace so you sat flush in his lap, grinding his cock deep against your walls. Spinner keened as you clenched around him, pussy so deliciously warm he felt himself near to drowning in the feel of you.

“Mm fuck,” you panted, leaning in to steal a few more messy kisses from him before lifting up and enveloping him in the slick heat all over again. “Don’t worry about it.”

“No,” he nipped at the column or your throat, careful not to leave any lasting marks just in case. “If I’m finishing, you’re fucking finishing.”

You pulled back and stared at him for a moment. He felt you purposefully tightening around him just so he would squirm under your curious gaze. After a moment you smirked and rolled your eyes again, taking his hand and guiding his fingers back to that little nub just above where his thick length was seated inside you.

Spinner was proud of his dick, it was hefty but not so long that it was a hassle to fit—just enough to reach all the important bits. He was sensitive as hell too most of the time, so just about any pressure felt amazing. But the best part of it was watching whoever he was fucking fall apart on his goddamn perfect cock.

So when you whispered, “Like this,” and showed him the rhythm and motion you liked, he pulled himself back from the brink to pay attention, speeding up until that look of cooled control slid right off your face.

“Ahh, yes fuck...” the words tumbled from you freely now. “Shit, yeah just like that—”

Spinner could get fucking drunk off the low groan that left you as he planted his feet more firmly and bucked his hips up. He must have hit something good by the way you choked and moaned boarding on too loud, though he had neither the heart nor self control to stop you.

“Feel good?” he grunted, picking up the pace and force he thrust into you, so that you had to loop your arms around his neck and hold tightly as he speared you on his cock.

“Fuck...yes..” you whimpered into his shoulder which did wonders for his ego.

Spinner kept up his rubbing frantic patterns on your clit and feeling the gradual constriction of your walls around him—the coil growing tight and ready to snap. He nudged your cheek with his until you pulled back a bit to face him.

“I want to see you,” he murmured, sucking your tongue into his mouth for a moment and tearing himself away so he could watch as you came undone around him.

You gave him a strange, soft look and pressed your forehead to his, eyes zoned in on only him.

The rest of the room, the whole fucking basement and campus melted away under that stare.

Your nipples peaked through your shirt, brushing against his as you were jostled into him by the movement of your hips. As you reached your peak, words devolved into increasingly breathy gasps. It took Spinner an incredible amount of concentration not to fucking paint your insides then and there.

Your pussy was so goddamn tight and warm and milking him just right, it was a fucking impressive feat to remain staunchly at the edge of his peak as your mouth fell open and your fingernails scratched at his back when you finally came—the telltale spasms around his cock and the near sobs coming from you more than enough indication.

He lost himself well and truly then.

Lost in the false sense of intimacy that came with being allowed to see you fall apart, this person he barely knew yet made him feel immensely important in that moment. Your breath and spit was in his mouth, the smell and feel of you soaking his length pushed him beyond the realm of conscious thought.

There was only a deep and burning need to be closer to you. So, so much closer.

His hands moved of their own accord, hooking under your thighs and flipping your bodies so your back hit the cushions and he hovered above you. The angle allowed him to slide deeper, pulling out and thrusting his hips in fast, hard strokes that hurtled him towards release.

Spinner couldn’t keep himself quite now either, panting and moaning and gasping unashamedly with his eyes screwed shut as you took his cock so unbelievably well.

It wasn’t until your hands, softer than he’d imagined, cupped his jaw and pulled him down to meet you that he was brought back down from whatever higher plane of existence his impending orgasm whisked him too.

Your lips weren’t nearly as frantic as the rocking of his thighs, the slap of his balls against your ass. The sweetness was an odd but welcome contrast.

“I’m gonna—fucking mm...” he tried so hard to get his tongue to form the words but he could feel himself slipping further as you started clamping around his length again.

“I know,” you breathed against his lips, faces pressed together and unmoving eyes steady on his own. “Ahh, inside if you want.”

He did want.

Oh fuck did he want nothing more in that moment to stay sunk in your warmth and pump you so full, but the last few remaining logical braincells reminded him that was not a great idea. Not without a more in-depth conversation neither of you was in a state to have.

“Shouldn’t...” he groaned and moved to pull out but your ankles locked around his ass and forced him back down.

“It’s okay,” you huffed and rocked into him, squeezing around the sensitive head of his dick just once, just right and that did him in.

It was something in the way you looked at him, so that he could feel nothing but secure—nothing but safe wrapped up in you. Something about the way you pressed him closer, in the movement of your thumb on his cheek.

It scratched some deep seated, lonely itch in Spinner.

Made it feel like this meant a hell of a lot more than it probably did.

In seconds he was blowing his fucking load right into you, milking himself in your heat until he was spent and overstimulated. You were kind enough to pull him to you, turning your bodies so you laid side by side on the coach, his softening cock slipping from you in a gush of release.

For a minute or so, neither of you spoke, just stared, long and comfortable at the stranger you’d just fucked on the gaming club couch.

Well.

Fucked wasn’t really the word he’d use at that point to describe what you’d just done, but anything more than that felt presumptuous.

You broke the silence as he nuzzled into your palm.

“You really needed that didn’t you?”

Spinner couldn’t help the familiar, infectious laugh that rattled in his chest. He liked the smile it earned him, far more genuine than any others you’d worn that night.

“Uh, yeah,” he said. “Yeah, I guess I did.”

You hummed, nodding in response. “Mm, me too.”

And somehow, for no real logical reason, Spinner knew you understood. That you felt the same isolation, the same starvation for love, for holding weight in someone else’s world.

That the games were just a placeholder, a way to fill the space, to get lost in other lives, in other stories where he did matter. Where his actions had foreseeable and measurable worth. That’s why it hurt to lose. Not for the glory, but for the destruction of the only remaining diversion from how empty his reality felt.

Even if it wasn’t really.

Even if there were friends and benefits and friends who offered both. His roommate could let him rest his head in their lap on movie nights or sleep in his bed on occasion when the heat went out and he got cold too quickly. But none of that quite filled the hole like you now, holding his face and knowing the struggle without him having to explain it.

Nothing like you pulling him in and kissing him too familiarly for someone he’d only known a day.

Magne used to say something about shit like this. Something like how people bond in train cars when there’s a rat eating a slice of pizza and you all watch it happen. Some weird camaraderie forged in the shared experience of life being a little fucking freaky a lot of the time.

That was how it felt when you slipped your leg between his and brushed your lips together again. Content to lay, half naked in the media building basement, making out with some guy you beat at Smash and fucked right after.

Reveling in the brief but meaningful feeling of mattering in some small, strange way to someone else.

Of holding weight.

Of being held.

[sukifans]

IT’S ALL LATIN TO ME

ZUKO X READER COLLEGE!SMAU

⏎ MASTERLIST // part III « IV. seduction siri » part V

SUMMARY: you’re a premed student at BSSU and you thought it’d be a good idea to take a latin class, but you’re in way over your head here. good thing your buddy sokka knows a classics major in your section you can study with.

WARNINGS: language, alcohol/partying

Zuko felt... oddly nervous as he pulled up to her apartment building. He sent the text to let her know he’d arrived and anxiously scrolled through his Spotify, flicking quickly through his various playlists. He knew he was far too concerned about what music to play while she was in the car with him but he wanted to get “the vibe” right, as Sokka would say. That, and it gave him something to focus on that wasn’t panicking over conversation starters in case of an awkward lull. When he saw her coming he leapt out of the driver’s seat.

“Hey, Zuko!” (Y/N) smiled when she saw him and then furrowed her brow when he hurried over to the passenger side. Her face heated when he opened her door. “Oh, my gods. You don’t have to do that,” she said as she slid into her seat.

“It’s polite,” he said simply before shutting the door and walking back to his side. In reality he was already freaking out — had he fucked it up by being weird literally seconds into this?

“Making me feel like a princess or something over here,” she laughed, face still red. He looked over at her and she closed her mouth quickly, remembering he was actually a prince. Like, for real. “Sorry.”

She shook her head with a small smile. “Is this a date, then?” she teased and the tips of his ears went red.

“No,” he said quickly. “No, it just... sounds like you’re dating the wrong kinds of guys.”

“Tell me about it.” She rolled her eyes and slumped down into the seat. “My type seems to be chauvinist douchebag.”

“That’s unfortunate.” He never thought he’d ever wish to be a chauvinist douchebag. Maybe her type also included awkward but well-intended ex-royalty and she just didn’t feel the need to mention it.

“That’s unfortunate.” He never thought he’d ever wish to be a chauvinist douchebag. Maybe her type also included awkward but well-intended ex-royalty and she just didn’t feel the need to mention it.

“Very,” she said darkly before perking up. “So are you excited for the party?”

“Yeah, I guess so.”

“Me too. I’m really glad you decided to come.”

“Didn’t really have much of a choice since I live with Sokka,” he joked lightly. She shrugged.

“Still, I’ll be happy to see you loosen up a bit. I know I haven’t known you for very long but you always seem so tense.”

“It’ll definitely be interesting,” he deflected deftly. “I have to say, though, that I’m looking forward to seeing for myself what Suki meant when she said you’re an affectionate drunk.” He shot her an amused smirk that made her stomach feel fluttery.

“Spirits, my friends are such gossips! Yes, I get a little more touchy and I like to dance with people and tell everyone how much I love them. But one time I hit the merlot a little too hard and started feeling sexy — as one does after drinking too much wine — and tried to make out with everyone. It only happens when I drink wine, though!”

He laughed at her animated retelling, her wild gesticulations visible out of the corner of his eye. He grinned over at her after he’d pulled into the store parking lot and turned the car off. “I guess I’ll have to be sure to grab a bottle or three, then.”

She laughed, looking away to hide her flushed face. “That’s on you, then. I’ll be your responsibility for the night.”

“It’d be my honor and immense pleasure.” He waggled his eyebrows and she groaned, covering her face with her hands. He was pretty proud of himself for his flirting thus far. He’d discovered he really liked making her blush, watching the pink tinge spread from her cheeks across the bridge of her nose and creep up her temples. He made her go red again when he made purposeful eye contact with her and slipped two bottles of red wine into the cart as they stocked up on liquor.

When they got back to his and Sokka’s apartment, (Y/N) started giggling at the amount of decorations Sokka had put up — the crepe paper and streamers being the least of it. He had even done a few very interpretative portraits of Suki and hung them. She looked up at the ceiling and laughed, elbowing Zuko and nodding up at the balloons.

“I thought they said Suki was blowing the balloons up?” she said. He looked up and frowned.

“Sokka, do you have helium somewhere?” he shouted into the apartment as he unloaded the alcohol. Sokka and Suki popped out of a room.

“Not anymore,” Sokka answered. “Used it all up. Suki had to do the rest.” He pointed at a few balloons scattered on the floor.

“Where the hell did you get it?”

“Found it.”

“Wh-“ she murmured, looking over to Zuko. He just shook his head. Probably better to not ask questions.

“Katara’s on the way with Aang and Toph,” Suki said as she started pulling cups from the cabinet.

“And pizza!” Sokka added. “Don’t worry, she got Hawaiian for you two.” He shuddered, glaring at (Y/N) and Zuko.

“You like Hawaiian too?” She grinned at him and held out her fist. “That’s what’s up.”

He hesitantly tapped his knuckles against hers. The first time Sokka had tried to fist-bump him he’d just grabbed his hand and shook it. Sokka liked to torment him about it often. “It’s about the sweet and salty.”

“It’s fucked up is what it is,” said Sokka. “Fruit doesn’t belong on pizza. And don’t say tomato is a fruit.”

“But it is,” (Y/N) said.

“That’s a moot point.” She and Zuko exchanged looks and he rolled his eyes, making her giggle.

Soon after the other three arrived, with the food of course. Sokka continued to spout slander about Hawaiian pizza until Zuko put him in a headlock while (Y/N) shoved a piece of pineapple into his mouth. He piped down after that while everyone else laughed. Once they’d eaten, they finished the beers they’d been sipping on started to break into the “good shit,” as Toph so eloquently said. She made everyone drinks, pouring with a very heavy hand. It didn’t take long before they all started getting a little tipsy and Sokka started setting up beer pong on the kitchen island, pouring shots in the Solo cups.

“Okay, so,” Sokka started, “Me and Zuko, (Y/N) and Suki, and Toph and Aang. Katara, you ref as usual. The winner of the first round plays us.”

Suki and Katara shared a look. “Don’t you want to be on my team, and (Y/N) can be with Zuko?” Suki asked.

“Sorry, babe, but Zuko’s the best shot pong player here and I’m not losing.” He linked his arm with Zuko’s.

“Don’t worry, Suki; Sokka doesn’t know that I’m actually the best ‘shot pong’ player here because he’s never played against me,” (Y/N) said, resting her hand on Suki’s arm reassuringly. Suki’s concern was more about forcing Zuko and (Y/N) together, but she nodded anyways.

“Yeah?” Zuko smirked. “Is that a challenge?”

“I think it is, Sparky,” Toph said, egging them on. They would just have to push them together from a different angle and obviously Sokka would be no help.

“You’re going down, hotman.” (Y/N) set her drink down, eager at the prospect of some friendly competition.

“Maybe later, princess. I have a tournament to win first,” he said smugly, grinning at the way she went bright red. Her stomach flipped at his words and she couldn’t even think of a witty response. She downed her drink instead, shuddering when the alcohol burned her throat.

“It’s on,” she growled. Zuko had to shake himself to tear his eyes away from the intense look she was giving him – it made him a little scared, but also a little turned on.

It all started off well and good. She and Suki pretty easily beat Toph and Aang. Though Toph was blind, she was definitely the better player of the two. When it came time to play the boys, Zuko watched, mesmerized, as (Y/N) rolled her shoulders and cracked her neck, shooting him a cocky smile.

“Ready to lose?” Sokka taunted, now starting to sway a little bit from the amount he’d indulged while the other game was happening.

“I don’t think that’ll be a concern, babe,” Suki said, looking on with amusement and, strangely, adoration when Sokka belched loudly and started laughing. Zuko chuckled at the look (Y/N) shot him from the other side of the island.

It was a tough game, they would both have to admit. Neither (Y/N) nor Zuko missed a cup at the start, but the alcohol began affecting the game soon after the start. Toph, Aang, and even the “impartial judge” Katara cheered when (Y/N) or Suki were able to sink a ball into a cup and groaned animatedly when Zuko or Sokka did. Eventually, both teams were down to one cup.

“Watch this,” Zuko elbowed Sokka roughly, knocking the other boy onto the floor. Undeterred, Zuko turned around and tossed the ball over his shoulder without looking. It missed tremendously, bouncing off Toph’s forehead. “Sorry, Beifong,” he laughed as she scowled in his direction. With a wink, (Y/N) easily tossed the ball into the boys’ last cup. Everyone cheered as Zuko drank, including Sokka from the floor. Suki hugged (Y/N) tightly, spinning her around as they celebrated their victory.

“Did we win?” Sokka asked, sitting up with great difficulty.

“Not this time, buddy,” said Zuko as he helped his friend stand again.

“You serious?” Sokka gasped and pushed him, causing both of them to stumble. “What the hell?! (Y/N), you’re officially my new shot pong partner from here on out!”

“Maybe. On the other hand, though, if Zuko and I teamed up we’d be unstoppable.”

“I like the sound of that,” Zuko mused and Sokka started babbling about betrayal and the “coup d’état” they were staging against him. Aang, bored of Sokka’s drunken whining, cranked up the music. (Y/N) grabbed Zuko and pulled him into a dance while Suki went to go comfort a pouting Sokka on the couch. She laughed at how stiffly he moved even when drunk, like dancing was a completely foreign concept to him. He just kind of shifted his weight from foot to foot, hardly even in time with the beat of the music. Zuko filled his cup again and hoped it would help unlock some secret rhythm or skills.

“I’m so sorry, Zu!” she giggled as she wobbled, grabbing onto his bicep for support. She’d bumped into the glass he was holding and spilled it everywhere, including across both of their shirts. Sokka looked over and cackled.

“(Y/N) made Zuko wet!” he crowed, making everyone else giggle at the pair.

“Shut up, Sokka!” Zuko laughed, chucking a kitchen towel he’d been using to mop up the mess on the floor. It hit the other boy square in the face, making a wet slapping sound against his skin. The group was nearly in tears at Sokka’s shriek of disgust. (Y/N) leaned heavily against Zuko to keep from toppling over.

“Can I borrow a shirt?” she asked of Sokka once she caught her breath.

“No,” he pouted. “Get one of Sifu Hotman’s shirts. We’re not friends anymore.”

“You are such a drama queen!” She rolled her eyes, still grinning. “You got a shirt I can borrow, Zu?”

“Yeah, sure.” He felt anxiety pulling in his gut as he led her to his bedroom. She followed closely behind, also feeling rather nervous but clutching his arm still as she wobbled. He tossed her an old t-shirt and, to his immense surprise and embarrassment, she’d already stripped off her soiled top when he turned to her. She giggled when his face went red and he quickly turned back around. Mumbling an apology, he started to pull off his own shirt.

(Y/N) stared as the fabric lifted, revealing a massive tattoo across the expanse of his muscular back. It was a beautifully intricate dragon done in red and black ink and its angry eyes seemed to follow her as she swayed on her feet.

“Whoah,” she gasped and stepped forwards.

He was about to ask what was wrong when he felt her fingertips ghost across his skin, making him shiver involuntarily. “I didn’t know you had such a dope tattoo.”

“I didn’t know it mattered,” he said, closing his eyes and enjoying the feeling of her tracing the lines. It was hard to tell whether it was the alcohol or her gentle touch that was making his head fuzzy and his skin feel hot.

“Of course it matters!” His breath caught in his throat when she slid her hands around to his front and hugged herself to him, resting her cheek against his back. “Tattoos are sexy and cool, and you’re already sexy and cool, so now you’re, like, extra sexy and cool.”

“You- you think that I’m sexy and cool?”

“And warm,” she sighed happily. He turned and she wrapped her arms around his neck as he cautiously settled his hands on her hips. He pressed his forehead against hers in an attempt to bring her face into focus.

“Well... I think you’re sexy and cool.” He hiccuped. “And warm,” he added after a moment of thought. She giggled at the way his alcohol-scented breath tickled her face.

“Hey, c’mere,” she whispered, squishing his face between her palms.

“I’m already here,” he murmured back, pulling her in by her hips anyways so their bodies touched.

“I have to tell you a secret.” He raised his eyebrows expectantly. “I wanna... smooch your face.”

Zuko wrinkled his nose adorably. “‘Smooch?’ You spend too much time with Sokka.”

“Why, you jealous?”

Yes. “Shut up,” he grumbled.

“Make me.”

That means she wants me to kiss her, right? She just said she wants to kiss me and “make me” always means “kiss me” in the romcoms and romance books. But maybe not. “How?”

(Y/N) laughed. “You’re cute when you’re dumb.”

“Hey!”

“What? You are.”

“I’m not dumb!”

“You’re a little dumb. What else do you need, a written invitation? An e-vite maybe? Do you want to RSVP? I’ll need to know if you’re bringing a-“ He cut off her teasing by pressing his lips to hers, squeezing her hips. She responded immediately and enthusiastically, leaning into his chest and threading her fingers through his hair. She hummed contentedly into his mouth when he slipped his hands down to grab her ass. When she pulled back he chased after her lips needily and she chuckled, patting his chest. “We’re taking a long time, they’re gonna get suspicious.”

“So what?” he muttered, pressing a kiss to her jaw instead and trailing more down her neck when she tilted her head to give him easier access. He was feeling awfully emboldened by the kiss and the considerable amount of liquid courage he’d indulged in. “Sokka introduced us with exactly this goal in mind.”

“I don’t know about exactly this goal, but that’s ‘so what.’ I couldn’t stand to see him so pleased with himself.”

He considered this and pulled himself with great effort away from his ministrations at her neck. “You’re right. He’d be unbearable.”

She looked up at him with bright eyes and swollen red lips and he wanted desperately to kiss her again. With a grin, she pulled his t-shirt over her head. He’d completely forgotten how they’d even ended up in his bedroom in the first place. “Put your shirt on and let’s go, hotman. I’m gonna kick your ass at blackjack.” She started to pull him by his hand towards the door but he yanked her back, catching her in his arms she stumbled.

“Don’t think we won’t pick this back up later, princess.” His tone made her gulp, eyes wide. He gave her a wicked grin and led her back out to everyone else as he shrugged on a new shirt.

“Finally! What took so long?” Aang said, a knowing look in his eyes.

“Don’t ask that. I don’t want to hear them talk about making out,” Toph huffed. Both Zuko and (Y/N) blushed in response, looking at the floor. Sokka started cheering and shouting and Katara punched him in the arm to get him to shut up. (Y/N) and Zuko squished in together in the empty spot on the couch as Suki started dealing playing cards. He wrapped his arm around her shoulder and pretended not to know how to play the game so she could tease him and show him how. They were so engrossed in each other that they missed the satisfied smirks all their friends were shooting each other.

A/N: whenever i add a read more cut on my laptop tumblr freaks out and deletes half the fic so. sorry lmao. anyways this makes me miss drinking with my friends. woulda hugged the homies a little tighter if i knew it was gonna be like this 🥺😪

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[cmfan3]

Acceptance

Pairing: Jennifer Jareau X Emily Prentiss

Warning: Strong Language & Sensitive Topics Mentioned

Words: 2.8K

The team didn’t have a case so JJ and Emily were relaxing in their house, enjoying each other’s company as they watched a movie together. After years of consistently pining for each other, the team had enough and hatched a plan to get them together. Mainly because of Garcia’s insistence, the women have been dating for nearly two years and although they each had their own place, neither one could bear to stay away from the other for long, so they were currently living in Emily’s condo.

They were on the couch, JJ laying on top of the brunette, with their arms wrapped around each other as the movie played in the background. A resounding knock cut through the room, causing the two to share a look of confusion as they both got up, neither one expecting visitors. The blonde grabbed the TV remote and lowered the volume as Emily went to open the door.

JJ turned and began straightening the couch as she called out, “Emily, honey, who is it?” After not hearing a response, the younger woman walked out to see what was wrong and was shocked to find the Ambassador standing in the doorway with Emily gaping at her.

The Ambassador’s eyebrows scrunched together as she squinted her eyes in disbelief, “Emily dear, are you not going to invite me in?” The brunette, still in shock, didn’t respond but stepped aside and shut the door after her mother walked in. After a moment of standing at the door to compose her confusion, she walked over to the younger woman and stood next to her, desperate to feel her girlfriend’s presence.

Elizabeth clasped her hands together as she questioned, “now then, I heard her calling you ‘honey.’ What is she talking about and why is she calling you honey?” Realizing that her mother was speaking to her, Emily’s shock began to fade, “I’m sorry, what?” The Ambassador’s patience was beginning to wear thin as she spoke with disgust, “this woman called you honey. Why?”

Emily stood up straighter and stepped in front of the blonde but not before reaching back and grabbing her hand, intertwining their fingers, “this woman is my girlfriend, Jennifer.” Elizabeth paled as she digested the information before croaking out, “girlfriend? You like women?” The brunette stared at her mother, “I don’t like women. I love Jen.”

The Ambassador’s jaw clenched together and after a moment of silence, she answered, “do you not care about me and what this will do to my reputation? You liking women. What you need is a husband to set you straight.” Shocked, Emily scoffed, “I’m sorry, what?” Her mother threw her hands up as she began to raise her voice, “this will ruin my career Emily. This will ruin the Prentiss name and everything I’ve created. Why are you choosing to do this to me, your flesh and blood, your family, your mother?”

For a split second, all Emily saw was red before she felt a small squeeze on her hand, forcing her to look back and lock eyes with JJ, noticing the love that was shining through from the crystal blue eyes. She turned back to Elizabeth and spat, “this has nothing to do with you. Who I love isn’t a choice I make, it’s a feeling I can’t change and I love Jennifer. Who I am and who I love is none of your business, mother.”

“This has to be some sort of practical joke you’re playing and I have to say, it’s not quite that funny Emily. I gave birth to you. I raised you. I have given you everything you’ve ever asked for. And this is how you repay me? This is absurd and you should be ashamed of how you’re acting because it’s quite ridiculous,“ the Ambassador nearly shouted.

Emily’s frustration exploded, “you NEVER raised me. You were NEVER there. You NEVER even gave a shit about me. You only cared about how I made you look, so don’t start acting like you care because you never did. I lived my whole life without you in it and I definitely don’t need you in it now. So goodbye, Elizabeth.”

The Ambassador scoffed, “I’m your mother. If you think that I’m going to just stand here and let you speak to me in that manner then you’re clearly mista-”

JJ let go of her girlfriend’s hand as she stepped in front of her, shielding the brunette from her mother as she snapped, “don’t you dare finish that sentence. I don’t care if you’re the Ambassador or not. Get the fuck out of our house. You’ve clearly overstayed your welcome.” Elizabeth’s face flushed from anger as her mouth parted but nothing more came out. She huffed and whirled around, storming out of the door and slamming it shut behind her.

Emily’s eyes remained focused on the door as tears began to form, her body shaking slightly from the whole ordeal. JJ turned and gently enveloped her girlfriend into her arms, letting out a sigh of frustration. The brunette wrapped her arms around the younger woman’s torso, as she sobbed.

“I’m sorry,” Emily’s voice cracked. JJ pulled back slightly and looked at the older woman with concern etched into her features. Her heart shattered when hearing the sadness in her girlfriend’s voice, “for what?” Emily closed her eyes as her lip trembled, “for making you put up with this. You deserve so much better Jen.” “Oh Em,” JJ sighed lovingly as she reached up and grasped the brunette’s face and wiped away the tears with her thumb, “you’re the best I can have. I love you. I will always love you.”

Emily pressed further into the blonde’s palms, seeking comfort. JJ leaned in and placed a light kiss upon her girlfriend’s lips, the taste of the salty tears that had fallen prominent on her lips. The older woman hummed with satisfaction as they split before hugging her flush against her body and resting her chin on top of the younger woman’s head.

The two split and JJ smiled softly at the brunette, “why don’t you go back and play the movie? I just have to make a quick phone call and I’ll be right there, I promise.” Emily nodded slightly before leaning in and giving her girlfriend a quick peck on the cheek before heading back to the living room, her head filled with thoughts about what just happened.

The blonde stepped out of earshot as she pulled out her phone and dialed a number she knew by heart. After two rings, Garcia called out, “hey goldie locks, to what do I owe this fine pleasure?” JJ’s lips twitched in a smile at the new nickname, “the Ambassador just showed up.” “No, she didn’t,” the tech analyst gasped. The blonde sighed, “yea, she did. And to say it wasn’t pretty is definitely an understatement.”

Garica paused before she questioned, “what happened?” “She found out that we were dating and was upset with the fact that I was a woman. She kept talking about how Em doesn’t care about the Prentiss reputation and whatnot,” JJ concluded. “Oh my poor baby,” Garcia exclaimed, “give me fifteen minutes. I’ll be right there, don’t you worry.”

Before the younger woman had a chance to respond, the line was cut. She put her phone back in her pocket as she walked over to Emily who was sitting on the couch and had her eyes trained on the screen but her head seemed to be somewhere else. JJ sat down and placed her hand on the brunette’s thigh, squeezing it softly. Emily’s shoulders drooped as the blonde gathered her into her arms and ran her hand through the dark hair.

After roughly fifteen minutes of the two women comforting each other with nothing but contact, another knock was heard. Feeling her girlfriend tense up in her arms, JJ smiled softly as she placed a soft kiss on the top of her head before getting up and going to open the door.

Upon swinging the door open, she wasn’t surprised to see Penelope standing in the hallway, her arms full with a bottle of wine and multiple blankets. JJ let her in and the two walked back to where the brunette was still sitting on the couch. Emily’s eyes shot up to see who was knocking on the door and when she saw the colorful tech analyst, she turned towards her girlfriend, “Jen?”

“I called her. I thought you might need a bit of a pick-me-up and some support that wasn’t me,” the younger woman admitted with a small blush gathering on her cheeks. Garcia placed the wine on the table before throwing the blankets at the brunette and jumping onto the couch. She grasped Emily’s hands tightly, “I’m so sorry sweetcheeks. You don’t deserve any of this crap.”

JJ’s eyebrow lifted at the word, surprised that Garcia used it but ultimately decided to not say anything. She walked over and perched herself behind the older woman, resting her chin on her girlfriend’s shoulder as her arms wrapped around her torso. Emily leaned back into the blonde’s embrace as she squeezed her friend’s hands.

Penelope let go of the brunette’s hands and reached over, grabbing the wine bottle off the table, “I’m here for you,” she shared a look with JJ, “we both are.” Emily smiled faintly at the two, “thanks PG.” The peppy woman patted the older woman’s hand, “no need to thank me. I love you E. We both do.” Emily nodded, indicating that she knew, “I love you guys too.”

“Now, we’re gonna talk about everything that happened and what you’re thinking and we better finish this wine. I’m not leaving until the entire bottle is done,” Garcia promised with a smirk. The two lovers shared a laugh at their friend’s antics.

Penelope popped open the cork as JJ ran into the kitchen to grab three wine glasses. While the tech analyst poured some into each glass, the blonde returned to her seat behind the older woman and grabbed one glass while using her other to wrap around her girlfriend.

Taking a tentative sip, Emily began, “honestly? I don’t even know where to start. I guess it just hurts. I know it shouldn’t because she was never even there, but it just does.” Penelope’s features softened at the confession while JJ reached up with her free hand and pushed the brunette hair away. She placed a soft kiss on the back of her girlfriend’s neck, causing chills to travel down Emily’s spine.

JJ set her glass down on the table and placed her chin on the older woman’s shoulder, “oh Em, of course it hurts. At the end of the day, she is your mother and of course you want her support.” The peppy woman nodded sympathetically as she took a sip from her glass, “she’s right sweetcheeks. But you have me and goldie locks over here and pretty boy and chocolate thunder and papa-”

Emily cut her off with a laugh, “I know I have you guys. All of you. And I love each and every one of you.” “We love you too,” Penelope took another sip of wine before continuing with a smirk, “maybe one of us more than others.” JJ laughed as she ran her fingers through the brunette hair lovingly, separating it into two sections. Emily closed her eyes and a smile ghosted her lips when she felt her girlfriend start braiding her hair.

Garcia threw back her glass and finished the wine before reaching out to grab the bottle to pour herself another glass before topping off the other two. She brought her legs up and crossed them under herself before reaching out to grab the older woman’s hand. She tilted her head and spoke softly, “you deserve the world E. I know it’s not the same, but you have us, all of us, and we aren’t going anywhere.”

Emily sighed, “I know I do, but I just wish she knew that it wasn’t a choice I can make. Who I love isn’t something I choose. I wish she supported me for once in my life.” As JJ finished off the first braid, she grabbed her glass and took a sip.

After a moment, she set the glass down and began on the other side, “who knows? Maybe all she needs is some time to process it because I think it’s safe to say she definitely wasn’t expecting it. But Em, she doesn’t deserve to be in your life if she doesn’t support you. It’s her loss.”

“I know and I’ll be ok, it just sucked. I mean that’s how I expected her to act, but I had a sliver of hope that maybe, just maybe, she would support me,” the brunette looked down at her glass, watching as her wine swirled around.

Noticing that her friend was beginning to lose herself in her mind, Penelope tugged on her hand slightly, jarring the older woman from her thoughts, “I don’t care if she’s the Ambassador, next time she pulls a stunt like that, I’m gonna destroy her credit scores and we’ll see what ruins her reputation.”

Emily let out a chuckle before putting her glass up to her lips and taking a few sips, “I love you PG, but there’s no need for that.” Penelope pouted, “aw come on. You’re taking away all my fun.” “Yeah Pen, there’s no need for that,” JJ winked at the tech analyst with a smile on her face as she finished off the second braid.

“Jayje,” Emily warned with a laugh. The blonde threw her hands up and feigned innocence as her girlfriend turned to look at her, “what?” The brunette smirked as she took another sip, “I know that tone, don’t you dare.” JJ let out a bark of laughter, “fine. We won’t do anything.” ”You’re taking away all my fun,” Penelope whined. Emily grinned as she finished off the last of her wine. The tech analyst reached for the bottle and was surprised to find it empty, “we finished it already?”

JJ raised her glass and finished hers off before standing and taking all the empty glasses and bottle to the kitchen. Penelope looked up at Emily, squeezing her hand, “are you sure you’re ok sweetcheeks?” The older woman nodded and squeezed her hands tightly, “thank you.”

“For you? Anytime,” Penelope turned and checked the clock, “it’s almost eleven? Time really does fly doesn’t it? But you’re gonna be ok, we’re all here for you.” “I know. I love you guys,” Emily reminded her with a yawn. The cheerful woman turned towards JJ, who was now walking into the living room, “this one is tired, you better get her to bed before she falls asleep here. I’m gonna head home you two.”

JJ questioned, “are you sure you don’t wanna stay the night?” Penelope shook her head with a smirk, “I’d rather let you two be alone. There is no need for me to hear what you do at night.” Emily became flustered as she turned crimson, “I- Penelope!” The tech analyst squealed with delight as she darted from the couch to the door, avoiding the friendly slap from the brunette.

Emily got up from the couch and walked over to the door with the younger woman in tow. The older woman hugged Penelope tightly, “thank you.” “You don’t need to keep thanking me E. I’d do it again in a heartbeat,” the two broke apart. JJ stepped forward and hugged her friend goodnight before Garcia turned and walked out the door.

Before turning the corner, she called out, “don’t do anything I would do.” Emily let out a chuckle before shutting the door, “sometimes, I wonder what goes through her head.” The corner of JJ’s mouth quirked up, “I guess we’ll never know.”

Emily turned towards the blonde, “thank you.” JJ’s smile faded and she tilted her head in confusion, “for what?” “For being there for me. For not leaving my side. For loving me,” the brunette explained. The younger woman stepped forward and wrapped her arms around Emily’s neck as the older woman gripped her hips, “always.” They both leaned in and shared a soft kiss, beaming as they broke apart.

JJ looked into the auburn eyes that were staring at her, “why don’t we go sleep? I think that was enough for one day, don’t you think?” The older woman nodded and followed her girlfriend to their bedroom where they both got dressed and climbed into bed. Emily opened her arms and JJ crawled into them, resting her head on the brunette’s chest as she listened to her heartbeat.

Their legs tangled together as JJ trailed her hand along the brunette’s side while Emily traced imaginary circles along her girlfriend’s back. The exhaustion from the ordeal hit both women. As JJ was on the verge of sleep, she was able to croak out, “I love you Em,” before her eyes shut and her breathing became even. Emily smiled as she whispered, “I love you too Jayje,” her heart full of love and affection for the woman in her arms, the incident of the day long forgotten.

[toruhalo]

Psychotic (3/?)

Pairings: Ledger!Joker x Female OC

Wordcount: 1622

Warnings: blood and injury, self-destructive thoughts, threats, manipulation?

previous chapter: 2

A/N: I hope people still read this lol and idk if it’s even good but writing Joker makes me happy

Tranquility. The dense humid air sweeps through the forest floor, leaving behind droplets of water in its wake. She can feel the nearby leaves brushing her calves and fingertips as Violet observes her surroundings. She feels comforted, as if she was surrounded by people who cherished her. In the distance rests a foggy view of a waterfall, glowing green from underneath. Vines begin to entangle and caress her as she walks towards the source of the light.      

"Violet?" the voice whispers.       

"... You okay?"       

She elevates her head from her hands to see Sharpener looking at her with furrowed brows. She blinks to regain her eyesight and leans back in her chair.      

"I-I didn't realize I fell asleep. Sorry..."      

Sharpener chuckled, "It's okay, if my story was so boring you could've told me."      

Violet smiles and begins to daintily pick at her food in her tray. Her thoughts begin turning to the dream she just had. The environment she recalled made her ache to witness it once again, as it conveyed a feeling of belonging. A feeling Violet isn't familiar with.      

"Blonde Barbie, two o'clock," Sharpener snickers.      

Violet looks up at the cafeteria counter to instantly see the one and only Doctor Harleen Quinzel. She quickly grabs two trays of decent looking food from one of the workers and makes her way out of the room. Violet huffs and takes a bite out of her bland, discolored lasagna. She knew that Joker was currently having a session with Harleen, so was she getting lunch for the two of them? A date?     

"Woah there, what'd that spork do to you?" Sharpener slides the plastic utensil from her deathly grip. Flecks of blood followed the movement and pooled in her palm. Sharpener grimaced and handed her his leftover napkin.     

"T-thank you. I wasn't thinking," she mumbles.     

"Clearly..."     

The two fell into mutual silence while the rest of the cafeteria continuously grew louder. Violet's thoughts instantly began to swarm her mind while mindlessly finishing her lunch. She recalls the time Joker reassured her that he was only using Harleen for his own gain, but as days passed she began to consider, what if he was lying to gain her trust? She didn't know him very well, but she suspects no one does. Why would J like her out of all people, if he could even like anyone that way.     

“You gonna tell me why you got so angry when you saw that doctor?" Sharpener inquires.     

"I-I don't l-like her very much."     

Sharpener laughs, "I can tell that much. Is she your psychiatrist?"    

"No... She's my fr-" Violet stopped herself. Was J even her friend? What was he to her? A silly crush at the most, she thought. "Someone I-I talk to is her p-patient."     

"Hmm. And here I thought I was the only one you talked to..." Sharpener jokes. "Who is it? You don't have to tell me, I wouldn't care much."     

"The J-Joker," Violet mumbles. She figured it might help to talk about him to someone else, other than Doctor LeLand who clearly doesn't perceive him in a good light.     

Sharpener furrows his brow, "Are you sure it's him?" Violet nods. "Huh. You're the last person I would think who would have enough balls to even look at him, let alone hold conversations with him."     

 Violet freezes and slowly picks up her tray. "And y-you're the last person I would think to say t-that to me." She stands up and makes her way to the trash cans, leaving a stunned Sharpener behind.

    The bed frame squeals loudly as Violet harshly sits down on top of it, not even bothering watching the guard lock her cell door, as she routinely does. She could feel her eyes start to burn with fresh tears as she tried calming herself down. Yet to no avail, one leaks as she's overwhelmed from her deteriorating self-worth. The more she thought, the more she agreed with what Sharpener said. Joker was the one who started talking to her, Joker was the one who prompted the conversations. She had nothing to give to J. She was worthless, and she can't even talk without stuttering. Her parents were right about everything; she realized. J had to be manipulating her, she couldn't think of another reason why he would talk to her so much.     

The sound of a door creaking open swayed her out of her manic state. She shifts to unfortunately see Joker standing in her cell, same as the day he lied to her about Harleen. He smiles slyly and holds up an ID card of an Arkham employee in his stained hand.     

"Here's the secret to the magic trick. Figured I might as well, uh, show ya."     

Violet quickly wipes away her tears and turns her head opposite of him. She could already feel his attentive gaze burning a hole in her head, which made her heart rate increase from merely thinking about it. As she didn't respond, Joker took a seat next to her, tapping the card against his palm in frustration. She could still feel his eyes roaming her and even heard his breaths coming out of his nose. He suddenly huffs and stands up, walking to the toilet sink combo in the corner of the cell. He promptly tears off toilet paper, wets it in the sink and walks back to the low bed. J stops in front of Violet and crouches on one knee, causing them roughly to be the same height. Violet's heart is now pumping furiously in her chest now, and she's sure Joker can overhear it from how close he is.     

Still refusing to look at him, she jumps when he grasps her injured hand and turns her palm upwards. Joker glides the water soaked toilet paper onto her hand, gently cleaning up the dried smeared blood.     

"You don't, uh, belong here, doll. You and me both. We belong out in the city of darkness. Causing chaos. We can't be restrained. We're like, uh, wild animals. If we're kept inside a... cage, we'll itch to get out, so we can live." He threw the bloody wad of toilet paper over his shoulder and grabbed Violet's other hand in his own.     

"That's why I'm getting us out of here. I can see it's, uh, eating you up inside."     

 "Why me?" Violet whispers.     

 Joker laughs through his nose, "Because, my porcelain doll. You have yet to live up to your full potential." He slowly retracts his hands from hers and stands back up. Violet already feels cold without his rare touch. "We'll, uh, talk more tomorrow."

    Weeks pass until the two decide to put their escape plan into action. Violet had forgiven Sharpener the day after he insulted her, as he sincerely apologized. Now, she was trying to convince Joker to bring him with them during their escape.     

"He can't come," Joker almost growls.     

"W-why not? He's nice to me and he's been in here a w-while."     

  "I don't care if he's the nicest guy in the world. He's not coming."    

"What if he a-agrees to work for you?"     

J sighs and cracks his neck. Violet continues to look at him with her puppy dog eyes, never looking away. Joker chuckles and leans towards her, entangling his hand in her long hair.     

"How about... I, uh, come meet him...and decide for myself. Would you be happy then and, uh, stop nagging me?"

Having J with Violet during lunchtime is a strange sensation. Him being next to her, causes all eyes to be on them at all times. He's a notorious criminal, who has never stepped foot in the cafeteria. That would make anyone stare at him. However, Violet seems to be the only one affected by it. J is humming to himself while eating her pudding, not bothered by the dozens of gazes on himself and his companion.     

"Aren't ya... gonna eat that?" He points at her breadstick.     

"I-I don't like to eat when p-people are staring."     

 Joker hums and sets his pudding cup down.

"They're harmless. Just a bit... looney," he chuckles. That doesn't seem to ease her worries, so he stands up at the table. "If you, uh, keep staring at us like the creeps you are, I'll, uh, cut your tongues out of your mouths in your sleep," he exclaims with malice.     

 Instantly, everyone looks away, no set of eyes are locked on the pair anymore. Violet smiles and picks up her breadstick she was craving.     

"T-thank you," Violet says before taking a bite.     

"...It was becoming, uh, irritating."     

Sharpener finally shows up at the table, setting his tray down next to Violet's. His brows are furrowed in confusion at the intruder, nudging Violet to get an answer.    

 "O-oh, hi Sharpie."     

 "Sharpie?" Joker questions.     

Sharpener coughs and sits down, "I guess that's a nickname of my nickname."     

J turns back to his pudding and eats a spoonful. Violet can tell Joker doesn't like Sharpener already, but it won't hurt to try harder.     

"S-sharpener has e-experience of working for someone. I-I think he could be h-helpful to you, J," Violet takes a deep breath after finishing her sentence.     

Joker eats another bite and talks with his mouth full, "For who?"     

"Sal Maroni. He died in a car crash, so I lost my job and eventually ended up here."     

J laughs and swallows the last of the pudding, "How, uh, unfortunate... But, I work very differently from Mister Maroni."     

"I've noticed... But I don't care who or what my boss does, I just do what they ask of me."    

Joker looks at Violet between the two men who's staring at her food, "If he screws me over, I'll screw you over, dollface."

[hearteyesbowen]

start of something new ☆ ricky bowen

what’s worse: accidentally auditioning for a play you didn’t want to be in, or falling in love with the lead actor in it?

warnings: fluff

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It’s not that you hated school musicals, but you hated High School Musical. You never understood how they could break out into song and dance, or how everyone knows the choreography, or why Troy is so indecisive, or why Gabriella keeps having to leave somewhere every movie. The whole concept of that movie was so odd to you.

Nonetheless, you had to watch those movies for your friends, constantly. You’re best friends, Nini and Kourtney, became part of the cast and crew for your high school’s own production of the show. While they begged you to come along and audition for one of the parts or to help with costumes, you always said no. You did, however, help Kourtney buy fabrics and play the piano for Nini when she practiced her songs. You didn’t have any creativity in you to try and actually design costumes, and you definitely didn’t want to sing in front of a bunch of kids you barely notice in a school day. The only other kid you knew there was EJ Caswell, Nini’s boyfriend, and Ricky Bowen, Nini’s gorgeous ex-boyfriend.

You and Ricky were lab partners for chemistry class. He usually didn’t get the lecture and would always ask you for help with the class work or homework, but he was really sweet and funny. You developed a small crush for him a long time ago, but you never told anyone. Nini and Ricky began to date sophomore year, so out of respect for your best friend you got over your feelings for him and became more than happy for the two. They only dated for a month, ending on good terms after realizing they didn’t like each other in that way, but as friends only. Nini soon found EJ, you couldn’t deny developing those feelings again for Ricky. But you wouldn’t break girl code with Nini, so you shut out your crush once more.

“Come on, Y/N. Just come with us and you can see how fun it is.” Kourtney begged, using both arms to drag you across the halls and in front of the theatre door.

Nini was behind you, pushing your back tiredly. “You’re going to have so much fun! Maybe we can get you a part!”

“As what? The trash can?” You screamed, fighting back at your two friends. “I don’t want to spend my after school still at school! And Kourtney I swear if you keep digging your nails into my arm I will kick you.”

“Try me.” Kourtney warned.

You let out a loud whine and finally pull Kourtney’s strong grip on your arms out. You fixed your scrunched up sleeves on your sweater and held up your hands in defeat, hoping they would stop pushing and dragging you.

“I’ll go one time, and if I hate it then you both owe me.” You gave in.

They squealed in joy and grabbed at your arm again, rushing you both into the doors to the theatre. Nini opened the door so Kourtney can push you in. However, they didn’t realize that someone inside was already by the door. You were roughly pushed into a hard body, causing you both to fall. You landed on top of them, and heard a loud groan in pain. It took you a minute to get past your instant headache so you could look up and see who it was.

“Y/N, are you ok-oh no.” You heard Nini worry.

You placed your hands on both sides of the body you fell on and pushed yourself up, at the same time, feeling their hands at your waist. You were met with Ricky. His face was extremely close to you, so much so that your noses touched.

“I guess I can say that you fell for me, huh?” Ricky joked, pain clear in his voice.

“Sorry about that, Ricky. My friends are absolutely crazy.” You apologized.

You got up from the floor, offering a hand to Ricky. He took your offer, nearly pulling you onto the ground again with his strength. He rubbed the back of his head to where he landed.

“It’s fine, there’s no way I can be mad at you anyways.” He smiled. “Are you ok?” He moved his hand to the back of your head, rubbing in circular motions to soothe the pain.

You closed your eyes in peace, earning a chuckle from Ricky, “Yeah, I should be fine.”

“I’m really sorry, Y/N.” Kourtney yelled, running to you with Nini trailing behind her. “I’m also really sorry about that, Ricky.”

“All good, as long as Y/N’s fine then I’ll be ok.” Ricky said, looking at you with a grin. You shot him a quick smile. You looked back at your friends who gave you a confused, yet cheeky glance. You eyed them to stop making them act weird about you two.

“We’re going to go, I have to help Kourtney dress up Nini as Gabriella. See you around, sorry about falling on you again.” You rushed, dragging your best friends away from the now baffled Ricky.

You brought them to the costume rack that held all of the clothes you remember seeing Kourtney designing. The theatre was almost full, but everyone’s attention was mainly set on Carlos teaching them about the first dance number. You tried your best to hide yourself from Ricky, who you were afraid you would be foolish in front of again. Your two friends glanced at each other in confusion as to why you were being so nervous. They noticed you fiddling with your phone, almost dropping it as you grabbed it from your back pocket.

“What’s wrong, Y/N?” Kourtney asked, giggling at your panicking.

“I totally embarrassed myself in front of Ricky!” You whined.

Nini smirked at you, “So you do like Ricky.”

Your eyes widened in fear, and you were at a loss for words. You couldn’t just tell your best friend that you may or may not like her ex, especially after you told yourself you wouldn’t like him again.

“No, you’re crazy.” You denied, massaging your head from the pain earlier.

“Y/N, tell me the truth. Do you like Ricky? Because I won’t get mad if you do.” She replied, holding onto your shoulders.

You let out a sigh in defeat, rubbing your temples, “I didn’t want to, I fought with myself to try and get rid of that thought of him for you. I’m the worst friend ever.”

“Hey, don’t ever think that. Look, I have EJ now, and we’re really happy together. And Ricky and I are friends. So if you like Ricky, then I’ll be happy for you. Besides, I always did think of you two together at one point when we were in middle school.” Nini smiled, bringing you into a tight hug.

“But isn’t that weird to date your best friend’s ex boyfriend? Like that’s just wrong.” You argued.

“Ricky and I were just confused sophomores trying to figure out if we really did like each other or if listening to those stupid fortune tellers was a good idea. You could barely call that a relationship. I want you to be happy, Y/N. And if it’s with Ricky then let it be with Ricky.”

“Thank you, but I’m not going to try and ask out Ricky.” You said, looking down at your phone.

“Why not? You know how those boys are, if you don’t do anything then nothing will happen.” Kourtney argued.

“Then I guess nothing will happen, it’s just a crush. I’ll get over it in like a week.” You lied, stuffing your hands in the back pockets of your jeans.

You heard the squeak of the theatre door opening, revealing the drama teacher, Miss Jenn. You had never formally met her, but you always heard great things about her from Kourtney and Nini. Apparently she was an extra from the original movie, but you wouldn’t know.

She strutted into the room confidently, holding a large stack of papers stapled together that you assumed was the script for the musical. She walked up to Ricky and began talking to him, so you turned away. You didn’t want to seem like you were staring, although her voice was loud enough for you to hear across the school.

“Is Ashlyn here? Ricky needs help learning ‘Start of Something New.’” Miss Jenn asked loudly, causing everyone to avert their attention to the two. You saw Ricky’s uncomfortable face, making you giggle to yourself.

“Ashlyn has a dentist appointment today, she won’t make it.” EJ answered.

“What about Seb?”

“He’s learning choreography with Carlos.” Gina replied.

“Does anyone else know how to play the piano?” Miss Jenn helplessly looked around for anyone who knew.

You now regretted coming with your friends to their rehearsal, because you knew exactly what was coming up next.

Nini and Kourtney jumped up, raising their hands and screaming for Miss Jenn’s attention. They furiously pointed at you, and you hid your face in your hands so no one would see you.

“Y/N knows how to play the piano! She’s so amazing at it!” Nini exclaimed, pushing you towards the teacher.

“Is this true?” She pondered, removing your hands from your face.

“I’m not that good.” You answered, shaking your head. You couldn’t help but look at Ricky who gave you a small grin.

“She’s lying. She learned how to play Mozart’s pieces when she was in the second grade!” Nini and Kourtney held your shoulders as they continued to talk about you. “And she has a beautiful voice.”

Miss Jenn raised her eyebrows at their claims of you, and she pointed to Ricky as if she were asking you to help him.

You tried to defend yourself, “I can play a little, but I don’t sing.”

“Liar.” Kourtney blurted out.

You let out a large exhale, closing your eyes and rolling your head back to the ceiling. Why did you have to have such supportive friends? You looked back down and opened your eyes, nodding to Miss Jenn and walking with Ricky to the piano. As you both walked together, you could hear the screeching from your best friends.

“Apologies for having to work with me, you didn’t seem to excited.” Ricky said nervously.

He pulled the piano bench back for the two of you, ushering you to sit down first. You sat down and waved your hands, “No, I didn’t mean it like that. I’m just not that confident about playing in front of a lot of people. Theatre isn’t really my thing.”

“I didn’t think it was mine too, but you might be surprised once you get involved in it.” He chimed.

You looked down at your hands and smiled, feeling heat rise to your cheeks. You cracked your knuckles and your neck aimlessly, something you tend to do before playing. Ricky laughed at your actions, attempting to do the same.

“Have you warmed up?” You questioned, quickly playing different scales to get you ready to read the music he placed in front of you.

“Yeah, I’m all set. Do you know this song?” He asked, turning the page to show the music, which so happened to be the only song you liked from the movie. You quickly skimmed over the notes, playing along small parts.

“This is the only thing I like from that movie.” You confessed, quickly learning the music.

“You didn’t like the movie?”

“Nope, now focus, you need to learn this song for your play.” You laughed, nudging his shoulders.

Ricky chuckled, and watched as your fingers glides across the keys seamlessly. He was amazed at how beautifully you played the piano, learning and playing the song at the same time. You took a small glimpse at Ricky, smiling and gesturing your head to the music sheets.

“Living in my own world, didn’t understand

that anything can happen, when you take a chance.”

He sang, looking at you for approval. You nodded at him and eyed him to keep singing.

“Can you sing Gabriella’s part? Nini’s busy right now and they sound really proud of your voice, although you don’t seem to be.” He smiled politely.

“I can’t sing.” You denied.

“That’s a lie, because I remember I accidentally walked in on you freshman year playing and singing to Adele. You were right here, alone, and singing your heart out.” Josh countered.

Your eyebrows furrowed as you slightly tilted your head, “Stalker, much?” You giggled.

Ricky’s face instantly grew red as he realized what he confessed to. His hand went to scratch the back of his neck. “Yeah, that does sound pretty stalker-ish, my bad. But I know you can sing, plus you owe me one for falling on me. So start at the chorus.”

You laughed, gazing at the music before reaching for the keys and building up the song from the verse to the chorus. You cleared your throat, getting your voice ready to sing with Ricky.

“This could be the start of something new

It feels so right to be here with you, oh.

And now, lookin' in your eyes

I feel in my heart the start of something new.”

You let the notes from the piano ring out, allowing you to take in your small duet. You stared down at your hands, biting your lip to hold back the smile forming. You gazed up at Ricky, who already stared down at you. He had an adoring smile, breathing out softly.

“Beautiful.” He whispered.

You felt yourself blush, so you moved your head a little to the side to hide the flushed color forming in your cheeks. Ricky’s hand softly pushed your cheek to look back at him. He scooted next to you even more so that no space was left between you two. He hesitantly leaned in, you instinctively doing the same. Both your eyes closed as your faces grew more near.

“You could play Kelsi!” Miss Jenn’s voice erupted in your ears from the other side of the stage.

You and Ricky jumped at her scream, bumping your foreheads together. You both let out a soft laugh from the moment. He mumbled ‘sorry’ to you as he rubbed your arm soothingly. Then the clicking of Miss Jenn’s heels rushing towards you burned your ears.

You turned around in your seat so you could face her. The moment she was up to you, she grabbed your shoulders, bringing you up from the bench and shook you.

“You would play a perfect Kelsi! You have such an amazing voice, and no one auditioned for her.” Miss Jenn screamed excitedly. Nini and Kourtney popped their heads up from behind the costume rack giving you a thumbs up. “Please say you will take her part. We would love to have a talent like you in our production.”

“I’m not sure if I can do that. I’ve never even talked in front of my class.” You acknowledged, pulling Miss Jenn’s hands from your shoulders as politely as you could.

Ricky stood up from the bench and next to you, placing his arm on your lower back. “You know, I’ve never thought about being in a play either, and now I’m playing Troy. You should give it a shot.”

You smiled up at Ricky, almost saying yes on the spot as you knew you got to be with him more.

“Just think about it, alright sweetheart?” Miss Jenn asked sweetly. You nodded your head and she walked back to Carlos.

Nini and Kourtney called your name repeatedly, waving you to come over to them. You looked back at Ricky, who noticed them as well. He pulled your arm so you could stand closer to him.

“Before you go, I wanted to ask if you were free tomorrow. I want to hang out more together.” He spoke lowly, hoping no one around you would listen.

“That would be nice.” You respond, sending a smile before walking back to your friends.

Once you reached the front of the costume rack, they both popped out from between the costumes, climbing through the rack and in front of you. They jumped up excitedly as they heard the offer from their teacher.

“Are you going to say yes?” Nini held your hands, giving you a hopeful smile.

“You know I can barely sing in front of you guys. Now I’ll have to sing and play the piano in front of the whole school and more?” You complained.

Kourtney eyed you, “Do you really want to spend the rest of your high school years doing nothing? Have you ever even joined a club?”

“I joined marching band freshman year, that was fun.” You replied, scrunching your nose up at the memory.

“You played the clarinet for half a year because some flute player threatened to fight you after she thought you hooked up with her boyfriend. Have you done anything else that hasn’t almost gotten you killed?” Kourtney sassed.

You gave a large sigh, scratching the back of your head. If you were to join the play, you could be with your best friends even longer than usual, but you would have to sing in front of a bunch of people. But your friends were still right, you should put yourself out there and do something, besides almost getting into fights with jealous flute players.

“I’ll do it, but don’t expect this to be a regular thing.” You warned.

Kourtney and Nini screamed in excitement, pulling you into a group hug. They started to jump up and down, gaining looks from the other theatre kids. Nini was the first to pull away, bringing you in front of her.

“Now let’s talk about that moment you and Ricky had right now!” She squealed.

You pinched your nose in embarrassment, “I thought no one saw that.”

“Girl, everyone couldn’t help but watch you two.” Kourtney giggled.

“Can we save this conversation for later? I want to go home now and finish my work so I can sleep in earlier.”

“We’ll make it quick!” Nini exclaimed.

“Did he tell you anything?” Kourtney wondered enthusiastically.

“He told me he wanted to hang out tomorrow.” Kourtney and Nini awed at his invitation.

“I’m so happy for you, Y/N. Now go home and do your homework, we’ll facetime you later.” Nini brought you into a warm hug. You smiled at her and went to hug Kourtney too before you grabbed your backpack and left the auditorium.

➢➣ ➢➣

You closed your laptop after finishing your essay for english. You lazily cleaned up your desk of all your school supplies. You had just finished calling Kourtney and Nini again after explaining the details of what happened with Ricky. The night was still young, enough for you to put in a little practice time. Might as well get ready for the play.

You yawned, stretching your arms and back once you stood up from your chair that you had been sitting at for more than two hours. You moved to the other corner of your room where your keyboard was. It was placed right next to your balcony door, which was purposely there so you could play while looking out at the nature below you, or the tree that covered your view. You closed the curtains, though, you didn’t want anyone to watch you in your room late at night.

You sat back down, cracking your back again of the discomfort from earlier. The sheet music Miss Jenn has given you before you left was already on the stand: “What I’ve Been Looking For.”

“This song is weird.” You mumbled to yourself.

You spent the next 15 minutes playing along to the music. It didn’t take long for you to master it. Curiosity overtook you; what would it be like if you sang it?

“It’s hard to believe

that I couldn’t see,

you were always there beside me-”

The sound of a tiny pebble hitting your balcony window startled you. You stopped playing, listening closer for a few seconds to see if you were crazy. You shook it off, playing the notes again. You were disrupted again by another rock. Now you were sure someone was there.

You stood up and hastily walked to the glass door. You unveiled the curtain, but you didn’t see anyone through the glass. You unlocked the door and slid it open. No one was on the streets or the sidewalks.

“Y/N!” Someone from directly below the balcony whispered loudly.

You look over and see none other than Ricky Bowen. You sighed in relief, happy that it wasn’t a robber. His guitar was strapped behind him and he had the biggest smile on his face.

“Are you crazy? What are you doing here so late?” You whispered, smiling at how insane he was.

“I couldn’t wait until tomorrow to see you. Can I come up?” He asked.

“How? I can’t let you in through the front door, my parents will see you.”

“I can climb trees too, you know.” He laughed.

You smiled while nodding. He instantly started to climb the tree that stood tall enough to reach you. It didn’t take him long until he stood in front of you. You felt instant déjà vu when you remember how similar this moment was to the original High School Musical.

“I couldn’t think of something original to do without disrupting your parents, so I saw you had a tree and decided to be totally cliche instead.” Ricky laughed.

“You missed me that much, huh?” You teased.

He stepped directly in front of you, “You have no idea.”

You giggled, leaning up to his face. He smiled widely at you, staring between your eyes and your lips. You inched closer to his lips, Ricky doing the same. Why not tease him a bit first? You moved your head to the side of his and kissed his cheek.

Ricky rolled his eyes playfully, then gasped. You raised an eyebrow, wondering what sparked in his brain. His hand reached inside his denim jacket and pulled out a singular red rose. Your heart melted at the gesture. You took the flower and held it to your chest.

You grabbed Ricky’s hand and led him to the inside of your room. He looked around interestingly at the inside.

“What?” You laughed.

“Your room is nice. I hope I can be on here more often.” He sent you a wink.

He witnessed the music on your piano, making him smile. It didn’t take long until he also noticed the guitar hidden behind one of your dressers. He took off his own guitar that was still strapped behind him and set it down next to your bed.

“I didn’t know you played.” Ricky pointed to your hidden instrument and picked it up.

You smiled as he saw it, “Not as much as you do, I barely know how to play it anymore.” You took it way from his hands and set it next by your nightstand.

You sat down in the center of your bed cross-legged. You patted the empty space in front of you for Ricky to sit. He gladly sat down next to you.

“I came here for a reason, and it’s because I wanted to sing you something.” He picked up his guitar again and put it on his lap. “I’ll try and sing quietly.”

You clapped your hands excitedly. Ricky blushed as you watched him fumble with his fingers, feeling more nervous to play in front of you.

“When we’re underneath the lights

my heart’s no longer broken.

For a moment,

just for a moment.

When we’re singin’ side by side

there’s so much left unspoken.

For a moment,

just for a moment.”

Ricky strummed the remainder of the song, smiling to himself. You couldn’t help but tear up at the music. He looked up as he finished playing to see your flushed face. He quickly took off the guitar and placed it beside you on your bed.

“That was beautiful, Ricky.” You gushed.

Ricky moved in front of you, holding onto your hand. “Nothing is as beautiful as you.”

Ricky placed his lips at yours, finally kissing you after hours of anticipation. He left his other hand at your neck, and you held the same hand. You kissed back hungrily, and Ricky took note of this.

He pushed you back against your headboard, his legs in between yours. You tangled your hands in his hair. Ricky placed his hands on either side of your body. You couldn’t have been more happier than you were now. Everything felt so right.

“Y/N? Are you ok? Are you talking to someone?” Your mother’s voice from downstairs interrupted you and Ricky.

You pushed Ricky off of your body and smoothed out your bed. He quietly got up and tried to grab his guitar, making his way to the balcony.

“Yeah, I’m fine. I’m just watching some tv.” You yelled, motioning Ricky out the door.

You secretly opened the window, letting Ricky step out. You both silently laughed. He was about to climb back down until you grabbed his arm to pull him back to you.

You pulled from his neck down to you, reconnecting your lips. It was quick, but still gentle. He pulled away, a dazed look in his eyes. You smiled at his reaction.

“I’ll see you tomorrow, beautiful.” Ricky whispered, pecking your lips once more.

“See you tomorrow.” You waved at him before he sneakily climbed back down the tree.

You locked the door again and closed the curtain before your mother opened the door. She inspected the room, anticipating a person on your bed or hiding in your closet. She only grinned once she saw your guitar out from hiding.

“Since when did you start playing guitar again?” She wondered.

“I just really, really like the guitar a lot more now.”

A/N - this one is a more fluffy story , i really like it though lol hope u guys like it !! love y’all xx

[excelsi-or]

04/04/25 - working on it (woozi)

w.c. 1.7k (uh, mix of fluff & angst? just a tiny bit of angst)

BIPOC rec: This year, I participated in the Reading Rush (ran by Ariel Bissett and Raeleen Lemay). So I’m recommending two books I read this week, one being Days by Moonlight by André Alexis and The Joy Luck Club by Amy Tan. André Alexis is a black Canadian author. His book Days by Moonlight is a fantastical-realism type of book with a black protagonist and one of the most baffling plot lines I’ve read in a while. Amy Tan’s The Joy Luck Club was released in 1989 and follows four Chinese mothers and their four daughters, contrasting their lives as immigrant women and American raised children. It’s an interesting story, one that feels as if there is no real plot line, and some stories remain “unfinished”, but leave you satisfied. 

December 13, 2024

April 4, 2025

“What we don’t understand is why you haven’t moved back in,” Mingyu says one morning at breakfast.

Jihoon is not happy for two reasons.

One, he’d had to be dragged nearly kicking and screaming back from the studio last night. He’s been in a writing funk and all the ideas that the other producers and songwriters have been spewing out have been uninspired, boring at best.

And two, Wonwoo and Mingyu have woken him up early for breakfast so that they can discuss his relationship apparently. Which is something he doesn’t want to discuss before he’s had any coffee.

“We like having you here,” Wonwoo mumbles. He’s only halfway through his first coffee. Jihoon doesn’t understand how Mingyu convinced Wonwoo to agree to an early morning intervention.

“But you guys have been together for a while now.”

Jihoon frowns, staring hard into his cereal bowl. Maybe his cereal will speak for him if he stares angrily at it long enough. It quickly dawns on him that no, the cereal can’t and won’t talk; and yes, Mingyu wants him to fill the silence.

“There are still… kinks we need to work out.”

“Kinks meaning…?” Mingyu prompts.

It takes all the minimal energy Jihoon has left in his reserve to restrain himself from throwing his spoon at Mingyu’s head. “Kinks as in we broke up once. We know why it didn’t work. We haven’t really discussed how we’re going to fix it yet.”

“You’ve been back for almost a year now and have been together almost as long,” Mingyu states.

“It’s been eight months and we’ve only been back together for… like, four,” Jihoon grumbles.

“All I’m saying is that maybe you should work out the kinks,” Mingyu answers. He pushes his seat back, done with his breakfast.

Wonwoo exchanges a look with Jihoon and sips his coffee. “He’s right.”

Jihoon (7:43)

Hey, you got time to talk?

She calls him about three minutes after he sends her the text. He can hear a spoon clinking against ceramic on her end. She must be having tea. “What has you up so early?”

“Mingyu,” Jihoon grumbles.

“Ah,” she chuckles. “What’s up?”

“Kinks.”

There’s a long pause as she tries to discern what that could possibly mean. “Uhm… care to elaborate?”

“Kinks in our relationship.”

“Such as…?”

Jihoon sighs. He probably should have thought about what he was going to say before she called. He can’t just ask when he can move back in. It’s her place now. She pays the rent. “I don’t know. Like… why did we break up before?”

Her answer is immediate. “Because you were too busy to communicate with me. And I got too used to giving you all this space.”

“Have I changed?”

“No, but neither have I.”

Jihoon sits up a bit straighter on the couch. In their relationship, he’d always thought of her as the saint. “What do you mean?”

“Well, to get you to come home, I have to hear it from Mingyu or Wonwoo,” she says. “If I called you more and checked in on you, instead of being scared of annoying you, I’d know all those things myself.”

“You don’t annoy me.”

“Don’t I?” She laughs. “I can be pestering.”

“But I know you care.”

She snorts. “Yes, but that bugs you.”

“But it’s important to you.”

“I can’t always have it my way. You live your way and you know yourself best.” She pauses. “Mostly I want you home so I can have you to myself. There are selfish reasons.”

Jihoon chuckles. “Least you’re honest.”

Both of them go quiet, lost in thought.

“How about you come over for dinner?” she suggests. “That way I have more time to think about this.”

Later that night, Jihoon leaves work a bit earlier than usual. He lets himself into her apartment, wondering what it means that she’s never asked for the key back. Out of courtesy, he knocks twice on her door before pushing it open. She’s swaying to the song playing through the apartment as she cooks.

“Jagi,” Jihoon calls as he slips out of his shoes.

Without even turning, she waves him to sit down. “Almost done.”

Jihoon listens to the song as he sits. It’s a song he doesn’t recognize. The voice is fluid, the beats hard enough to want to sway, not hard enough to distract from the vocals. “Who’s this?”

“Seokmin.”

“Who?”

“That friend of Hansol’s.” She tosses an oven mitt onto the table so that she can put the pan down. Jihoon goes to grab two sets of chopsticks as she brings the rice cooker’s pot to the table. Jihoon pulls another oven mitt out of the drawer next to the stove and places it down next to the pan. He grabs a Coke from the fridge and her water bottle from the counter.

When they settle at the table, Jihoon addresses this ‘friend of Hansol’s’. “Why is a guy I’ve never met sending you songs?”

“Remember when I texted you last week that I was going out with Soonyoung and Seokmin?”

“I remember you saying that you were going out with Soonyoung for lunch.”

She stirs the contents of the pan with her chopsticks before putting some meat on top of her bowl of rice. “I know you’d get upset if I didn’t tell you I was with Seokmin, so I told you that I was with Seokmin.”

Jihoon frowns, popping his chopsticks in his mouth so that he can use both his hands. He scrolls back a week. True to her word, there’s the text message that she’s going out for lunch with Soonyoung and Seokmin. Just below that is his little blue bubble telling her to have fun. When he looks at her, she has one eyebrow cocked.

“I thought it said Seungkwan.”

She shakes her head in dismay. “Is this really what you wanted to talk about this morning?”

“Well, now I realize there are more things for us to talk about,” Jihoon retorts. Roughly, he puts rice in his bowl, a few grains falling onto the table. Chewing angrily, he stares at her.

But she’s used to Jihoon’s attitude. He’s going to hold out until she cracks first. He’s weirdly good at the game. “What do you want me to say, Jihoonie? Seokmin was telling me about the music he’s been working on and I asked if I could hear it. He’s debuting as a soloist next month.”

“So he sent you the song before anyone else has heard it? Are you sure he’s not—”

“I’m positive.”

“How?” Jihoon demands.

“Because he has a girlfriend,” she snorts. “Honestly, Jihoonie, it sounds like you don’t trust me.”

Exhaling, he tries to steady his emotions. “I trust you. I don’t trust guys I don’t know around you.”

“Ah.”

“Especially musical types.”

“Why does that matter?”

“You’re dating me and told me you weren’t into musical types before you met me.”

“I’m surrounded by musical types,” she snorts. “Hansol and all your friends. I’d known of them beforehand. I wasn’t interested in them. That’s what I meant.”

“Yeah, well, clearly I’ve changed your mind. So how about any other musical type who’s tall and good-looking? They’re around too.”

“God, Jihoon.” She puts her chopsticks down and sits back with her arms crossed. “If you wanted to pick a fight with me, you could have done it over the phone.”

“I just don’t get why you don’t understand why I’m uncomfortable when other guys give you songs.” He puts his chopsticks down as well, not hungry anymore.

She shakes her head. “I do kind of understand why you’re uncomfortable, but Jihoon, this is a relationship not a dictatorship. You don’t get to decide who I get to spend my time with.”

“My feelings should be considered,” he counters.

“They are, but I’m not hooking up with Seokmin or anything. I interact with different types of people every day,” her voice is rising, “do you want to check them all too?”

Jihoon rolls his eyes. “I’m mad that a guy sent you a song to listen to. You’re blowing it out of proportion.”

She’s quiet for a while. Her voice is venomous. “I can’t believe you just rolled your eyes at me.”

A shiver goes down Jihoon’s spine, but he leans forward. “Because you’re being ridiculous.”

Jihoon watches a shift in her expression. The annoyed façade looks as if it’s cracking. There are two ways to play this: push forward or back off. If he makes her cry now, it’s over. The point of this conversation will have been proven and any attempt to reconcile will fail. 

It’s the tremble in her bottom lip at the weighted silence that causes him to slouch into his seat.

“Jagi, I’m just uncomfortable that he’s sending you songs. It’s personal and has a lot of meaning to me. I don’t let just anyone see my songs. All of mine are… love songs for you.”

She scoffs, sniffling a little. “Nice save,” she murmurs.

Internally, Jihoon is shaking. Outwardly, he struggles to keep his cool. “I know you well.”

She picks her chopsticks up again. “What exactly did you want to talk about?”

Jihoon explains the conversation he’d had with Mingyu and Wonwoo. He holds back bits of the conversation, not wanting to upset her again.

“They’re starting to sound nosy,” she grumbles as she eats.

“Well, because they are.” He takes a moment to eat. “But they’re right. Maybe we should talk about it.”

“Somehow these conversations always wind up with us arguing.”

“Do you love me?”

She answers in a heartbeat. “Yeah, I do.”

“Enough to want to work on this?”

She nods her head. “Yes, but we’re both going to have to compromise.”

“Lay it on me.”

She chews her food for a moment. “I want you to tell me how you’re feeling. I want to know so I don’t have to guess.”

“That’s it?”

“Essentially. What do you want from me?”

“To inform me of the new people in your life. I feel like you don’t tell me things, because you’re worried of hurting my feelings.” Jihoon hears the song loop for the umpteenth time. “It hurts worse learning after the fact.”

“Deal.” She holds her pinky out and he wraps his around hers.

[rons-hermiones]

Come Find Me

Come Find Me

by rons-hermiones

Summary: Unplanned, Hermione is forced to spend Christmas at the Burrow due to her grandmother falling very ill. After being ignored by Hermione for weeks, Ron is determined to show her how much she means to him. Just before he gets the chance to tell her, Bellatrix Lestrange shows up with other plans for Hermione. Can Ron get to her before it's too late? (Ron/Hermione Half-Blood Prince AU)

Rating: M for language & dark themes in later chapters.

Warning: This chapter implies dark themes during Hermione’s passage, but it is very briefly mentioned and not graphic. If that bothers you please skip!

Chapter Twenty Seven

Harry’s initial shock seemed to wear by the time they were in the Transfiguration corridor. Before that, Ron had been silent, clear dead set on making it back to the tower unnoticed. 

This wouldn’t seem to be the case as the chosen one came to an abrupt stop. 

“Ron, I know where she is.” He spoke in a broken voice. 

All thoughts suddenly left his head. 

He could give a shit less if Malfoy marched up to them right now and hexed their bollocks off. If the entire Chudley Cannons team flew in and announced they’d won the World Cup, he wouldn’t even bat an eye. 

No, the only thing he could think of right now was Hermione. 

Seeing her again. Looking around a room and knowing she’s safe. Telling her all he wants to say. To hold her...

“W-what?” He chokes after a second. It’s the only coherent thing. 

“Sort of,” Harry adds in a whisper, suddenly feeling sorry for obviously getting Ron’s hopes up. “I’ll explain everything but not here. We need to find Neville and get back to the tower.” 

And if that’s what needed to be done for Ron to get some sort of bloody explanation, then you better believe that’s what he was dead set on now. 

Because of Draco's impromptu appearance at his dorm, they finished earlier than anticipated. Neville was surely still at the pitch doing all he could. Thankfully, they weren’t very far so they jogged outside for him. 

“Neville!” Harry called after spotting him in the stands, waving his arms manically. 

Neville looked shocked at their presence but tried to hide it as he clambered down the stands. 

“Harry, Ron, I thought you still had a half hour? Is everything alright?” He whispered worriedly. 

“Fine, it’s fine. Look, come on, I’ll tell you everything,” his green eyes flicked to Ron’s, “both of you, just not here.” 

Neville nodded anxiously as the three rushed hurriedly back to Gryffindor Tower. Soon enough, they reached their dorm as Ron was ready to burst in anticipation. 

“Okay Harry.” Ron said before Potter could even shut the door. 

He hurriedly ruffled through his robes and smacked the picture atop the nearest surface, someone’s trunk. 

Like before, the ginger can do nothing but stare at it in confusion. 

Neville voices as much, “I don’t understand...” 

Harry’s eyes lock with Ron’s. There’s a fire behind them, one he hasn’t seen since that day he ran after Bellatrix, vowing to avenge Sirius. 

“Do you remember Ron that night at the Burrow. That night it happened, I saw him, I saw Hermione.” He spoke rapidly. 

In response Weasley nodded, “yeah, he came twice. Once right after, once that night.” He recalled. 

“Do you remember what I said? When Mad-Eye asked who was there? What I saw?” He encouraged. 

Ron isn’t keen on the fact Harry’s trying to place guessing games rather than just blurt out an explanation, he supposes he’ll play along. “Yeah, you said it was just a big cold room.” Every detail of that night was burned into his brain and revisited often. 

The raven haired boy nodded in encouragement more than anything else, as he cocked an eyebrow. 

It was evident the chosen one was coaxing something out of him, “And...” he screwed his eyes in thoughts. Harry’s strangled voice echoing in his brain. 

“The only thing I remember was a chandelier. It was the only thing shining in the room, you couldn't miss it.”

“Blimey, a chandelier.” Ron almost laughed. So overcome with a sense of hope on the realization. 

A small smile struck Harry’s lips, “this,” he pointed to the photo, “this was the chandelier I saw.”

“So wherever the chandelier is, that’s where Hermione is, yeah?” Neville voiced, having caught on. 

Harry nodded vigorously. “That’s where I saw her.” 

The excitement that had been bubbling deep within them soon dropped, “only problem is, where is that chandelier.” The brunette Gryffindor whispered. 

At this Ron’s own hope seemed to dwindle a bit, but he wouldn’t let it stay that way for long. No, they were onto something, they had to be. 

Think Ron, think! What would Hermione do, come on...  

It came to him a minute later, “I saw that picture in The Prophet. Over the summer.” 

“Okay...” Harry said not really understanding where this was going. 

“There was an article on the lower corner of the same page. It mentioned Percy. Dad was right pissed off after he read it. He incendioed the damn paper. Said he couldn’t believe his own son was apart of such trash that he was sharing a page with the Malfoy’s.” He explained. 

“Ron?” His friend pushed again. 

“Every article, every picture, in The Prophet article cites a place, an author, a photographer. There has to be something.” 

“Mate you just said it yourself, your Dad set it on fire. Either way, I doubt your folks hoard The Prophet.” Harry reminded sounding a little defeated, but the spark was still evident. 

“You're right, they don’t,” he paused, “but the library does.” 

Neville’s face lit up like it was his Birthday, “he’s right! When we started up the D.A. last year, Hermione and I went through archives from the first war to pull pictures for the board. That’s brilliant Ron!” He exclaimed excitedly. 

They turned to Harry, gaging his reaction. Soon, a grin etched his way onto his lips, “what are we still doing here? Let’s go to the library.” 

They all began racing out. 

“Blimey, spending my night in the library. If only Hermione could see us now.” He whispered to himself. 

...

Her mind may be muddled but she isn’t stupid. Far from it. 

There’s a small crack in the cell next to hers, right on the ceiling. If she strains her ears enough she’s sometimes able to hear what they’re saying. 

“When?” She swears she hears Bellatrix ask. 

“Two nights. I need time to prepare. The Order has been around.” Voldemort hisses. 

“Of course my lord.” Hermione can visualize her bowing in compliance. 

“Until then, not a word of this to the girl, understand?” 

“Yes. Yes, of course. You have my word.” She hears Bellatrix promise. 

Hermione gulps as she hears the cracking of disapparating and stomping of boots from above. 

Painfully, she slinks back into the far corner to rest. It’s an absolute miracle she’s even conscious after everything upstairs. 

Teeth. Nails. His hands, oh god, don’t think- 

She screws her eyes in thought, pulling roughly at her shirt with her less injured hand. 

Her clothes are mangled and tattered. Practically shreds at this point. Her entire body is exposed and that alone makes chills dance along her spine. 

She doesn’t know if the blood covering the expanse of her most personal spots are a good or bad thing. Either way it makes her wretch. 

She hears footsteps come down the steps. The candle flickers on which makes her ease a bit. It only does that when Natali- no, Narcissa, comes down stairs. 

She takes a moment to berate herself. Maybe she’s not as smart as she once thought. 

Stupid, stupid mind, you’re supposed to be brilliant! She scolds, the voice in her head almost sounds like Bellatrix. 

She’s broken from her thoughts as a large clinging of metal practically makes her jump out of her skin. 

Hermione looks up to see the woman with a hand over her mouth, eyes wide in fear. 

Carefully Hermione surveys the room, trying to find what has her in such a state. 

She soon realizes it’s her. This causes her to self consciously throw her arm over her breasts. 

“Oh child, what did they do to you?” She cries out, dropping to her knees. 

The brunette cowers a little at her words, silent tears streak her cheeks. 

Like last night, she can tell Hermione needs comfort now more than ever, as Narcissa thoughtlessly throws open the bars and drops to her knees. 

Welcoming the soothing touch as opposed to the burning she gets when Greyback or anyone else touches her, she falls onto the woman’s shoulder. 

They sit like this for a while. Narcissa strokes her matted, disgusting hair, soothing her. 

It isn’t until Hermione calms down that she realizes Missus Malfoy has thrown her cloak around her frame. 

“They’re planning something. I don’t know what.” Narcissa tells her in an honest whisper, “it won’t be good for you.” She says next. 

And the words should really evoke some terrible fear deep within her, but they don’t. She’s just numb to the pain at this point. 

“Was it worth it?” She pulls away to look at Hermione’s dull, almost lifeless eyes, “was what you did today worth all this?” Narcissa has to know. She’s not patronizing her, she’s just trying to understand. 

Momentarily she can see a spark in the young witch's eyes as she nods. 

“W-worth e-everything.” She stutters out, having trust that Harry was doing something. Anything. 

All the days she’s spent here she’s felt useless. Like some damsel in distress waiting for her prince to come get her out, but today was different. Today she felt like she controlled her own fate, if even a small portion. 

The consequences were dreadful, unbearable, but in that moment when she called for Harry, she felt like herself again. If only for a second. 

She hasn’t felt that way in weeks. 

Narcissa nodded at her words and then returned to hugging her small frame. 

Neither knew that what Hermione did today would cost her nearly everything.

…

Madam Pince gave them no trouble when they requested the archives. Ron imagines it’s pretty empty here considering it’s most common occupant has been away. 

The book is an enchanted one. You tell it a date or just a general period time and it’ll open to the exact copy from the requested time. 

Harry currently had it in front of him at the table. 

“What do we say?” He asked, eyeing it curiously. 

Ron thinks, “well, the article was over the summer. It was after school, but before Hermione arrived. So I reckon it was between a two week period.” He thinks aloud before deciding, “The Daily Prophet, June Twenty-Seventh 1996.” He told it. 

Suddenly it’s pages fluttered to life, lightly ruffling the boys’ hair as it flicked hurriedly. It stopped after a few moments with a large headline labeled, ‘Dumbledore due to Retire after Ministry Break-In!’

“Rubbish.” Neville mumbled reading it. 

Knowing this wasn’t it, he told the book to keep flipping. 

Most of the headlines were shite. All boasting about how wonderful the ministry is, how awful  Hogwarts is, even mentions of Harry. 

‘The Boy Who Lies, Again!’ The title for June thirtieth read with a picture of Harry from the Ministry. 

Upon seeing that, Ron only hurried his calls to the book. 

“Next day!” Nope. “Next Day!” Another page down. 

Just as he prepared to call for it to move on, Neville yelled out, “stop!” 

His blue eyes peeled from Harry and to the book. In front of them sat the picture of the Malfoy’s, above it read ‘Malfoy Mentality’ in thick capital letters. 

For good measure Harry shakily held up the photo from the dorm next to it. 

A complete match. 

Wordlessly, the three moved closer and anxiously began to read the contents of the article. 

It was a load of rubbish. Just going on and on about how the Malfoy’s manage to remain so respectable during these times (their words not his). A few quotes from Narcissa and Lucius Malfoy were also sprinkled about. 

Ron can’t say he was shocked when the whole article was written by one Rita Skeeter. Even more maddening, not once did they talk about wherever the hell that picture was. 

Next, he flashed his eyes to the photo in question, squinting to make out the small font underneath it. 

Photographed by-

“Balthasar Bartolo Brimblehawk!” Neville yells out, causing someone to shush him from nearby. 

He flushes red and drops into a whisper, “Brimblehawk, I know him.” He tells them. 

“You do?” Harry asked, astonished at their luck. It’s almost as if they raised Slughorn’s stash of Felix Felicis prior to coming here. 

He nods a little madly, “he was a big deal way back then, with The Order and all. Those pictures, the ones we had from the D.A. I reckon he took all of those.” 

“Then why the hell is he now taking pictures of the Malfoy’s?” Ron asks before he can help it. 

Neville goes on, “he took my parents wedding photos, my Gran’s too. He even took some photos of me when I was little, my Gran owl’s him from time to time. Last Easter she was having tea with Mrs.Criswell and I heard them talking. I mean normally it’s just gossip mind you, you know about other women or-“

“Neville.” Ron says gently, trying to steer him on track.  

“Right. Sorry.” He says, “anyway, I zoned in because they mentioned You-Know-Who. When The Prophet had their little, uh, change, they wanted only the best. Brimblehawk is the best photographer for this type of thing I reckon, war times and all.” 

“But?” Harry interjected knowing it was coming. 

Sadly, Neville nodded, “but, apparently he refused to be a part of it. Next day his shop was broken into, ransacked. They never said who it was, of course one can only assume...” he trailed, “scared for him and his grandkids, he agreed to do work for them. Reckon he didn’t have much of a choice.” 

“Bugger.” Ron mumbled. He wasn’t naive, he knew how wars worked. His Mum lost her brothers to the last one, but it didn’t make the fact innocent people. People like Brimblehawk, like Hermione, were paying the prince. 

“Last I heard he stills develops photos from time to time down at his shop, he lives above it. Heard he takes less pictures now because of everything, plus he’s rather old, probably around Dumbledore’s age now.” Neville finished with a shrug. 

“And could you get in contact with him? Your Gran maybe?” Harry questioned anxiously. 

He sighed and shook his head, “If I sent an owl he’d surely be confused, tell me Gran and all. Then my Gran would demand answers, well, you know how that goes. I don’t wanna ruin this whole thing, it’s a bit of a secret.” 

“Yeah a bit.” Ron scoffed sarcastically. 

The dark haired boy monetarily glared at his friend, “okay, so that’s out of question, I think face to face interaction would be best. Where’d you say his shop was?” He asked. 

Neville looked a little defeated, “I didn’t. It’s in Diagon Alley.” 

“Diagon Alley! The next time we’ll be allowed over there is Easter holidays. I can’t wait that long!” Ron exclaimed in a harsh whisper. 

“I know, shite.” Harry mumbled, nibbling nervously on his finger nails. 

“Maybe someone else could? I mean, you guys said McGonagall and Dumbledore-“ the brunette started. 

“No.” Harry dismissed, “they’d ask too many questions. If too many people knew, word could get back to whoever has her. They could move her. We need someone who understands how important this is. Someone who knows Hermione as more than the Brightest Witch of our Age.” 

“Who?” Neville asks after a moment, thinking the chosen one was onto something. 

Harry didn’t speak, but Ron did. 

“Fred and George.”

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“You seem nervous,” TK observes, as they slip out of the Camaro and head toward the restaurant that the reunion is being held at, just a block or two away from Carlos’ old high school just outside of the Austin city-limits.

He’s flattening down the front of his shirt as he glances over at Carlos, who still hasn’t spoken. The ride over from the station had been quiet in general, and TK goes to speak again when Carlos finally says, “I’m fine.”

It’s a pretty obvious lie. TK throws him a look and Carlos sighs.

“It’s just a little...weird. I haven’t seen most of these guys since I was actually in school.”

He hasn’t said anything about his high school experience. TK knows Carlos came out to his mom and sisters when he was fifteen, but he doesn’t know if his friends at school knew; he doesn’t know if he got shit for it from classmates or if he was accepted. All TK knows is that Carlos was definitely semi-popular in the way that most athletes were, and he was one of the few people to move away from everything he knew to live in the heart of Austin.

“Nothing bad happened when I was a kid, I know you’re thinking it,” Carlos sends him the smallest promise of a smile, and TK starts to calm his nerves. A little. “I mean, I definitely had a few people around me who didn’t love the gay thing, but everyone else I knew made up for it. I just don’t know what everyone’s going to think now that it’s been ten years.”

“Well, now you get to impress the shit out of them,” TK shrugs a shoulder, unable to stop thinking about what his own high school experience was like, easily understanding the underlying nervousness that Carlos must be feeling. “And if it starts going south, we can ditch and go to a movie or something.”

Carlos looks at him with fondness etched into his features, and TK smiles and leans his weight against his boyfriend for a moment before they step into the restaurant. It’s a nice place, similar to the family-run places TK would always stumble across in Manhattan, and once Carlos asks about the reunion the hostess immediately leads them back toward the large patio space, which is occupied by Carlos’ graduating class. TK squeezes Carlos’ hand as they step into the party, which seems to be a low-key thing; there are a few photos strung around, along with memorabilia from their school, but it seems that for the most part everyone is getting drunk and attempting to start up the dancing.

A woman with cropped hair and completely tattooed arms, who is definitely a little past tipsy, catches sight of them and she immediately comes over, knocking Carlos back a few steps as she hugs him. TK lets go of his grip on his boyfriend’s hand and watches on with a small smile, grateful that at least one person here doesn’t seem to have changed much.

“Max, hey, this is my boyfriend TK,” Carlos says, once they’ve stepped out of their hug. The woman looks at him with warm, deep brown eyes and grins at him, pulling him in for a hug, too. “TK, this is Max. She was my best friend and lab partner in senior year.”

“It’s nice to meet you,” TK says, and she agrees, grinning as she cranes her neck to find someone.

“Oh, you’ve got to meet my wife,” Max says, and a few seconds later a taller woman with an intricately braided up-do joins them, shaking hands and offering introductions. “This is my lovely Brit.”

They all start talking: about their lives post-high school, their careers, and as Max begins explaining that they’re thinking about having kids in a couple years. Carlos keeps an arm securely around TK’s shoulders as they catch-up, and he’s starting to think that everything’s going to go smoothly when more and more people begin to flock around them, joining in with their own stories until soon the conversation has turned into memories from high school that TK just sits back and listens to, occasionally sipping on his sweet tea.

He notices the hesitation around him, though, especially when someone asks him what he does for a living and he mentions working at the 126.

“So wait, you’re a firefighter? Isn’t that really dangerous?”

Before TK can open his mouth to actually respond, another person pipes up — the same guy who is not only totally smashed, but hasn’t stopped finding excuses to touch Carlos’ shoulder or arm the whole night.

“Yeah, Carlos, how do you even handle dating someone that’s never home and could get seriously injured?”

He doesn’t say it with too much venom, and TK knows he's just too drunk to read the room, but the words manage to sting and latch onto all the insecurities about their relationship that TK’s hidden deep down. He feels that unsettling doubt building up deep in his core, and while the conversation shifts off of him, Carlos glances at him and he feels comforted by the warmth that always seems to be there when Carlos settles his eyes on him, but it doesn’t do much for the dryness of his mouth.

Max seems to pick up on his discomfort, but before she can say anything to either him or the guy who’s been shamelessly flirting with Carlos despite his attempt at polite refusal to his advances, TK roughly clears his throat and mentions that he’s going to get a drink.

TK steps back into the restaurant, avoiding the bar and the refreshments table actually set up for the party, instead opting to head to the front. He breathes in deep, and feeling stupid for his doubt, he considers heading back to the reunion. But then he thinks of all the eyes falling on him and he shakily exhales and scrubs a hand down his face. He thought that after almost six months together that he wouldn't have the hesitation that comes with being cheated on in your previously longest lasting relationship, but he guesses it's just still simmering within him.

“Ty, are you okay?”

He shouldn’t be surprised that Carlos came after him. He still jumps a little though, and turns to watch him come closer.

“Oh, yeah, I’m good,” TK says, but even he can hear how wrong his voice sounds. “Actually, uh, I’m kind of freaking out.”

Carlos steps close to him, voice dropped low. “What can I do to help?”

“Nothing, just,” TK bites on the inside of his cheek until he finally lets it spill. “Why are you with me?”

Carlos huffs out a laugh like he’s ridiculous, but when he sees the unwavering look on TK’s face, he cocks his head slightly to the side. “What do you mean? We’re meant for each other, baby.”

“It doesn’t scare the shit out of you whenever I go in for a shift?” TK feels himself sinking into his own fears, but he can’t help as the words fall out of his mouth.

“I mean, of course I worry about you,” Carlos says, eyes shining with truth. “But you worry about me too. And it doesn’t affect the way I feel about you.”

“But—”

“After everything we’ve been through, you still don’t think that I love you?” Carlos asks, voice cracking a little. TK swallows around the lump in his throat and on instinct, he shakes his head.

“No, I know you love me,” TK insists, because he does. The worry starts to fade away and he wonders to himself how he even let those words get under his skin. He moves more into Carlos’ space. “Because I love you just as much.”

The corner of Carlos’ mouth pulls up into a smile, but there’s still a line between his furrowed brows. “Please don’t worry about what they were saying in there.”

“I promise,” TK says, stepping in and kissing Carlos briefly, pulling back enough to continue speaking as Carlos rests his hands on TK’s sides. “I don’t care what anyone else thinks. I’m going to try and remind myself of that.”

“Good, because I don’t either,” Carlos insists, his smile reaching his eyes now. TK grins at him and steps closer, moving in for another kiss until they hear the door opening up behind them.

“Glad we could catch you guys!” A voice says, and they turn to see Max and Brit, hand-in-hand, slowly approaching them. TK slings an arm around Carlos’ waist. “For the record, Steve’s a dick for making you feel like that.”

“And you guys are coming out with us,” Brit adds.

“You don’t have to—”

“Carlos,” Max deadpans, shooting him a look that could rival one of TK’s and he can’t help but to laugh at it. “C’mon, we’re going to have our own reunion.”

Carlos meets TK’s eyes and when he nods and smiles, Carlos grins over at his old friend. “Alright then, let’s do it.”

"Time to finally show y'all up on the dance floor," Max teases, and as she and Carlos start in on an easy back-and-forth as they retreat towards their respective cars, TK feels a flare of nothing but love for his boyfriend, letting the past wash away as he keeps his eyes trained on their future.

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If

[Y’lan Noel x Reader]

Word Count: 2.1K

Warnings: Angst/Third base shit

“Can I get one more gin and tonic?”  you motioned to the bartender as you finished what remained in your glass.  At the moment you began to feel a familiar lightness as the alcohol hit your nervous system.  Just enough to feel frisky or fight someone, depending on who came.  You checked your phone again but there’s no reply from earlier in the evening.  You weren’t surprised that you would get stood up, guys are just great at being horrible in that way.  But you expected the bare minimum of a check in.

The bartender laid your glass down in front of you.

“This is the last one.  Can you close my tab?” You dug around in your purse for $20 when a pair of voices turned up behind you.

“Hey girl, is that you?”

You turned around swiftly to see your acquaintance from work with her boyfriend Y’lan.  You smile genuinely at them both.

“Wow, hi!  I didn’t expect you guys to be here too!  How are you?  You look phenomenal!”  Your eyes took in the layered spaghetti strapped shirt that did nothing for her figure and jeans that were more for the barn than the bar.  And were those Pumas…

She wagged her finger, smiling goofily as she hung off of his arm.  “No, no.  You are being WAY too nice!  I couldn’t wear heels today because my arch is bothering me again but honestly I think it gives me a cute casual vibe, right?”

She looked to Y’lan who blinked a few times like he just woke up from a dream.

“Oh, yeah.  You look great.  My girl always does.”  He smiled a smile that could grow crops and end world hunger indefinitely.  Your coworker was very lucky to have him.

You raise your glass to the two of them.  “To the amazing couple that is you both!  So what are we celebrating tonight guys?”  You adjusted your low cleavage top for comfort, looking from your coworker to Y’lan who you definitely caught staring.  Happens to most men.

Your coworker said, “Well, we have decided to consider moving in together!  I mean, it’s been almost a year, it seems right, you know?”

She looked to Y’lan once again who scratched the back of his head.  “Yeah, sure.  It would be fun to have you around more.”

You crossed your arms under your chest in deep thought.  “Well are you guys still considering the move or decided to move in?  You worded that weird…”

She smacked her forehead.  “Duh, yeah I guess I did.  Well although like Y’lan said, it could be fun, it’s still a lot of responsibility and kinks to work out so we are still talking about talking about it, basically.”

You squint and nod slowly trying to wrap your head around their situation.  This is why you couldn’t receive her fully as a friend, she was too into appeasement but also indecisive.  First time you both decided lunch was a good idea, the hour was almost gone just picking a place and you know she cried in the bathroom after about how she thought she upset you.

You pick up your drink again and start to turn to the bar again.  “Well don’t let me guys hold up your evening and enjoy your meal.”

“Oh but, what about you?  Are you here alone?  We could pull up a chair for you to join,” she offers.

You almost laughed your gin and tonic up your nose at the thought.  “Not at all, I hate being a third wheel.  A huge pet peeve.”  You looked at Y’lan before saying, “Plus you guys have some serious talking to do.  My date will be here any second.”  You waved them off and turned up your glass once more.  Out of the corner of your eye, you see them find their seat across the way in a booth.  You felt awkward with them being in your area but at least your coworkers back was to you.  You couldn’t stand the thought of her seeing your drinking alone in a bar and possibly scarfing down some boneless wings that you suddenly had a taste for.  You bothered the bartender once more for a to go order and got your phone out to text that guy to forget it.  You didn’t feel like the dating mood after all this waiting and drinking.  

As you look down at your screen a message pops up that makes your heart skip a beat.  Heat radiates your cheeks as you look across the bar.  Y’lan stares at you for a minute as it appears your coworker is gabbing on about the menu.  His eyes are intense, leaned back in his seat with one arm splayed across showing off his wingspan.  You get flustered, and head for the bathroom.

Bursting through the door you leaned against the sink feeling your forehead and cheeks with the coolness of the back of your hand.  Your breathing became erratic with excitement so you run the sink and splash your face with some water.   There was no way you could answer that guy intelligibly right then so you pick up your phone to text him back, cancel his proposition.  Just then the bathroom door opens.

“You waiting for me?”  

You stood back in shock as he stood before you, leaning against the bathroom door all cool like a Sidney Poitier character.  

You sputtered a response.  “I was just gonna ask to talk to you.”

He nodded, turning to pull the lath on the door, locking it.  “Then let’s talk.”

He entered the bathroom until he was mere inches in front of you.  His olive green V neck with his gold chain resting around his neck tempted your eyes to look closer.

“I was going to say...that if you plan on moving in with her, there is no point in us doing  what...we do…” Your voice quivered on every third word, trailing off anticlimactically.  Not even a 2nd grader watching Sesame Street would believe you were real.

Y’lan scratches through his beard thoughtfully, whipping up the essential oil smell to arouse your nostrils.  “And what is it that we are doing?”

The scruffiness of his voice was his springboard to jump on him.  You looked away and caught a glimpse of you in the mirror.  Your pupils dilated from the gin told the story of what you wanted to do but your brain fought like hell to overcome it.  Watching him in the reflection staring at you up and down, hands in his pockets to camouflage his bulge; you had him in your palm.

You looked straight into his dark eyes with a smirk and said, “If your girl only knew…”

Y’lan’s hands grip your biceps and push you against the wall roughly.  The swift movement took your breath and your eyes widened.

“What would she know?”  Y’lan growled.  

You steady yourself, pushing yourself into him to find that spot that told all his business.  “You want me so damn bad.”

Y’lan smiled, turning his face to laugh.  You loved making him laugh.  “You think just because we had a couple of good conversations that now I want you?”

You knock his hands away, wrapping your arms around his waist and slid your hands down his back pockets.  He wasn’t going to get away that easy.

“How about a couple good conversations, one of which ended with a makeout session in the supply closet at the office party?”

“Which was months ago…”  

You whipped your hips against him until a stiff peak formed.  “And here you are still texting me, DMing me in front of your girlfriend to try and get together ‘as friends’.”

Y’lan takes your hips, spinning you around and onto the sink, setting off the automatic water.

“You shouldn’t drink alone,” he warned.

“Y’lan!  If you get my skirt wet, I swear to God!”  You arch your back, hanging onto his neck.

Y’lan’s beard tickles your neck as he licks it, hiking your skirt up over your ass.  The coolness of the counter on your skin makes you gasp.

“Just look at you, pathetic.  Can’t control yourself,”  you scold him as you dig into the muscles of his back ravenously.

He grips your neck, expertly holding you in place.  Your mouth hangs open in anticipation as he looks at you with evil glee.  You can hear the tick tock of his watch on his wrist underneath your jaw.

“You think your ass slick dressing up like this when I told you we were coming here.  Playing with them titties like it’s a game.  Skirt showing your ass follow you around the corner?  You try to set me up every step of the way.”

Your thighs cling to him tightly as you pull the neck of his shirt and laugh.  “If that’s how you see it, we could never work.  You deserve the busted, ditzy, goodie two shoe, weak pussy ass girlfriend in there.”

Y’lan let’s go of your neck with a loud grunt, tearing at your shirt to expose your breast, suck at your nipple with a force that shut down your capacities.  Your nails dig into his scalp while he manages your underwear up to your knees, before pushing them into your chest.

“Tell me you don’t want me too.”  Y’lan looks at you with a stoic seriousness as his hand holds your knees up strongly.

You try to buck against his hold but it proved no use. He had you pretzeled and exposed for whatever he needed.

“Fuck you,”  you barely squeak out due to the limited air from your chest being squished by your legs.

Y’lan shakes his head slowly before rearing his freehand back to smack your ass.  The sound reverberates off the walls like a crack of lightning.

“OW!  DAMN!”  You shout.

Y’lan scoffs.  “Finally cracked that cool shell off of you.  Now tell me and I’ll leave:  Do you want me?”

You still buck against his hands, kicking a little at the air.  “You have no rights to me.  It would just be a waste of time.”

He bit his lip as he smacks you again, harder.

“FUCK Y’LAN!”

“I didn’t ask you what you think will be, I’m asking right now what you want.  Now you got me hot, so I gotta do what I gotta do.”

Y’lan lowers himself between you, spreading your lips apart and before you could say please his tongue took its time on you.  Your head rolls against the mirror behind you as your squirm with gratification.  He does not miss a single crevice and hums happily into you as his thirst became fulfilled by your waters.

“Please…”  you whimper as he lets your knees relax over his shoulders giving you command again.  When his eyes locked onto you while he pulled your clit with his lips you felt yourself lose it.  You face strained in satisfaction, locking your thighs around his ears until you absolutely shook for mercy.

“I need...I need…” you gasped with each aftershock that trembled through your body.

Y’lan stood up again, unbuckling his pants a glistening smile.  “You need some of me, don’t you?”

You take what strength you have left to get off the sink, crashing into him and your knees woke up again.  He looked at you with concern as you adjusted your top to pop your girls back in their place and bent for your underwear.

“I need…” you gasped, pulling them up over your hips and smoothing your skirt down.  “...to get my wings.”

Y’lan’s face screwed up in an incredulous manner.  “What?  What wings?”

You turn to the mirror to straighten your hair and give a final once over.  “I ordered some to go.  They should be ready.  I’ll fuck a bitch up if their cold.”  You pat Y’lan’s hardened crotch.  “Down boy.”

As you walk slowly for the door, Y’lan calls out.  “So you just gonna leave it like this?  Until when?”

You look back at him with pity and serendipity.  “You think she would go crazy if she knew?  Or she would just cry?  Will you kiss her later on tonight?”

Y’lan stood there silently, buckling his pants back up and grabbing a paper towel for his mouth. 

“Maybe she would be happy, she seems very positive spirited.  But don’t ever call me again if you got some other girl claiming you.  Believe me when I say.  You know what I could do for you.  But you ain’t ready.”

You left him standing there in that bathroom and headed to the bar just as your order is called.  Picking up your food, you saw your coworker sitting there sipping her lemonade and waiting.  You didn’t feel guilty, however.  

Sitting at home and enjoying your wings, your phone lights up that you received a message.  

We’re not moving in together ever

You text back.  Did she cry?

No... she was mad

Wow, maybe you let a good one go after all

Nah, I’m straight.  

So am I...with these wings.

Do you have some left to share?

Hm, I coulda swore you ate earlier

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Corruption [Whumptober 2020]

Note: I’m doing whumptober as a series. Check out the tag #whumptober 2020 v on my blog to read in order.  Also on ao3.

Prompt: No. 15: Into The Unknown [Science Gone Wrong] 

Synopsis: Bates punishes Janus for his corruption. 

Trigger warnings: Cults, gaslighting/manipulation, restraints, kidnapped, non-con, humiliation, treating people like property, blood, knives, violence/beatings, a person in a cage, guns, body horror/gore, reference to murder/hate crimes/child death/minor character death, vomiting, non-consensual drugging, burn scar mentions and brief descriptions, off-screen dumpster diving, major characters talking about potentially dying (but I don’t write major character death so no worries there), branding/burning, nonconsensual body-modification, murder threat, some gross bodily fluids, let me know if I missed anything 

Word count: 1630 

A/N: Let me please remind you that this au does, in fact, have a happy ending :) in case this fic… makes you second guess that 

October 16th. 7:27 pm 

Janus woke to his handcuffs opening. 

He blinked at Bates in groggy confusion. He opened his mouth to ask where the hell he was being taken, then froze— 

Bates did not look happy. 

He looked to make sure Virgil was still alright, sleeping restlessly in his cage, but Bates grabbed his chin and forced his head away. He hauled Janus to his feet by his wrists, and Janus hissed in pain, his raw skin burning. 

His heart rate increased as Bates dragged him towards the auditorium. “Wait, wait,” he gasped, fighting the urge to dig his heels into the ground and fight Bates against every step, “what’s going on, what happened? Am I in trouble?” 

“I’d never give out punishment without explaining myself.” 

Punishment. 

Janus’ heart buried itself in his stomach. He wanted to throw up, his skin tingling with sweat. 

The cult sat in the audience like always, only their usual silent, tense captive attention was replaced with exhausted obedience. There were no hands grabbing at him as Bates shoved him down the aisle, no prying eyes, no jeers. Everyone just wanted to get dinner.  

Remus stood next to Styx on the stage, pale and shaking. A collar Janus hadn’t seen on Remus since he left constricted his neck, the electrodes pushing into his skin. A medical bed stood in the ‘up’ position. 

On the stage, Bates yanked Janus’ clothes off, leaving him in his boxers. He shoved Janus against the bed and flipped him around, pushing his back against the thin mattress. “Styx, help me.” 

Janus laid pliant, from shock or fear he wasn’t sure, as they used thick leather to strap him in, his front on full display for the audience. He was only lifted a few inches off the ground, but his weak body already protested, dull aches spreading through his shoulders and the base of his neck. 

He squeezed his eyes shut, praying he could blackout or disassociate before it got too bad. 

Bates cleared his throat. “Before we get started, let’s be sure you know what this is about. How many of you remember Patton, Logan, and Roman?”

Though Janus couldn’t see him, he could imagine Remus flinching at the sound of his brother’s name, the hopeful shine in his eyes. 

Nearly every hand in the audience raised. 

“And how many of you miss them?”

Each hand stayed up. 

“Everybody knows by now that Janus here is the reason they’re gone.” His voice dripped with hatred, venom. Janus thought he might overheat from the fear coursing through his veins. He couldn’t breathe. “I had forgiven him for this. Poor thing was confused, and didn’t know any better. But people don’t just make the same mistake twice, do they?”

Janus swallowed as the crowd muttered their agreements. Through his haze of panic he was grateful Virgil was left out. 

“We’ve picked up a few new disciplinary tools that Janus is going to help us test out. Then, maybe, he’ll learn to keep his corruption to himself.” Bates gripped his chin and forced Janus to meet his eyes. “If you don’t stop, Remus and Virgil will be next.”

“Yes, sir,” he whispered. “Please don’t hurt them.” 

Bates raised his voice for the audience but kept his eyes on the quivering man beneath him. “Remus has already begun his retraining and is progressing beautifully. Styx will oversee Virgil’s.” 

Fuck. Janus was trying to reassure Virgil and help him survive, but all he did was throw him to the sharks. Depending on what punishment Styx chose, Virgil might not make it to their escape. 

He squeezed his eyes shut as they watered. 

Footsteps approached him, then a razor dragged roughly over his browbone, nicking the skin a few times. He watched in confusion as Styx shaved away his eyebrow. He tossed the razor and fit a thin, compact set of goggles over his eyes. 

Styx brought the kitchen torch into view as Bates picked up a brand Janus hadn’t seen before. On the end were squiggly lines, like a bunch of ‘u’s lined together. 

Styx fired up the torch. 

“I want to be clear,” Bates said as the metal turned red. “You’ve proven yourself, countless times, to be nothing more than an untrustworthy snake. I refuse to throw you out to the world. I will still protect you, despite how ungrateful you’ve been.” Bates stalked over with the brand. ���We’d never send a defenceless man out to the streets, so if you don’t take this warning for what it is, I will put you out of your misery. This is your last chance to redeem yourself. Got it?” 

Janus struggled not to hyperventilate. “Yes, sir.” 

“Good boy,” Bates sighed, and pressed the brand to his face. 

It was nothing like his hand. The pain seared straight through his thin skin and to the bone, and Bates held it for much longer, almost ripping a scream out of him. He grit his teeth so hard something cracked, only for Bates to pull the brand off and place it lower. Janus let out a miserable moan as Styx and several members of the audience laughed. The smell of his scorched skin was nauseating. 

Bates pressed the brand right above Janus’ eye, on his shaved eyebrow, and a thin stream of bloody pus dripped down his goggles. Janus had to fight not to vomit, because if he did it would certainly get on Bates and he would certainly pay extra. 

After an eternity, Bates pulled the brand away for good and tossed it on his metal table. He held up a mirror. 

Behind the dirty goggles, Janus’ eyes were bloodshot. His vision was so blurred with tears, he could barely see the perfect scales Bates had seared into the side of his face. 

He stroked Janus’ hair back. “Don’t pass out. We’re not done yet.” 

Please pass out, Janus begged as Bates picked up the brand and heated it back up. He went in on Janus’ neck and chest, and this time, Janus did scream. The crowd cheered like they were at a fucking baseball game and Janus screamed so loud his throat was raw. It wasn’t all because of the pain— In fact, it was barely about the pain. It was the anger and terror and mourning that ripped through his throat, the fact that he belonged to this cult and he would never escape it. 

He would never get a job with the scales on his face. He would never be able to go on dates, or adopt children. He’d never be able to leave the house without people staring. 

How was he supposed to live like this? 

Maybe he was meant to get Virgil and Remus out and take the fall. Maybe he wasn’t supposed to leave. 

Styx forced a medical gag into his mouth, spreading his lips back to show off his teeth. Bates rested a hand on Janus’ shoulder as Janus’ breathing sped up, so quick he felt light-headed. 

“Hey, we’re not pulling anything,” he said soothingly. “This part won’t hurt at all. You have to breathe though, okay?” 

“Who cares if he passes out?” Styx asked. “It’d make it easier to do the work.” 

Bates rested a hand on the unmutilated side of his forehead. His skin was cold, and Janus hated how comforting it was. Bates chuckled as Janus pushed into his touch. 

“Alright, Styx, let’s get started. I want everyone to have time to eat before bed.” 

They each got to work filing one of Janus’ canines, and horrible vibrations reverberated through his skull. It didn’t hurt, but it was extremely uncomfortable, and his panic didn’t help. 

Janus wasn’t sure how long it had been when they finished. Styx stepped away and Bates settled something hard under Janus’ tongue. 

“Last thing,” he said, “then we can go to your room. Keep your tongue still.”

Janus didn’t know what to expect, and he didn’t care. He stared up at the ceiling as he tried not to sob. 

Janus screamed as sharp, searing pain shot through the centre of his tongue. His mouth filled with blood and he fought not to choke on it. 

“Remus!” Bates snapped his fingers. 

Remus finally rushed over. Janus instantly felt better as his worried face came into his vision. It took all he had not to fall into Remus’ arms when he undid Janus’ wrist binds. 

Remus pressed a thick piece of gauze between the split halves of his tongue. Janus whined as he pressed hard. 

“It’s okay,” he murmured. His free hand cradled the back of Janus’ head. “It’s okay. Just let me fix it.” 

Blood dripped out of his mouth and onto the floor as Remus tipped his head forward. 

“Don’t swallow any of that. Let it all drip out, we don’t need you choking on your own vomit.” 

His entire body thrummed with pain, but he focused on Remus’ fingers in his hair, his mouth; Remus smelled like coffee and stress, and his always-scratchy voice settled in Janus’ head like a hazy dream. 

After forever, Remus pulled the gauze away. He took away the gag and Janus wet his lips. He flinched, his tongue burning and metallic filling his senses. 

“Thank you, Remus.” Bates patted his back. “You’ve been helpful as always. Go ahead and get your dinner.” 

He hesitated as Bates undid Janus’ ankle binds and the audience filed out of the auditorium. “You don’t want me to stick around for part two?” 

Bates hauled Janus over his shoulder and laughed. “I would really hate to lose you, you know that? Go eat, and if you want, you can come to the room after.” 

Through Janus’ foggy brain, fear thumped through his heart in time with Bates’ footsteps. 

Part two? 

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My first time writing smut and don't even open it if you aren't ready because we jump right the fuck on in.

This is for the sterek week prompt canon highlights. It's somewhere after S3 E1. During the past few months Stiles and Derek got closer. I changed a lot. Boyd and Erica never left, neither did Jackson or Allison. Also Stiles is eighteen, idk how but he is. And I changed some other things. The scene is the one they are planning to break into the vault, but right before it.

Or the one where Stiles eats Derek out like the last eggroll at the buffet.

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"Wait no, stop."

Derek's actions haulted as his eyes switched from an angry looking, pinched brow, face to eyes wide as saucers. "Fuck I didn't hurt you did I?! Shit!" Derek began to slowly ease out of him.

Stiles' hands flew down from the headboard, one to curl around his bicep the other to hold his waist. "No wait."

"Does that hurt more?" Derek looked stricken, which give the circumstances seemed hilarious.

A low laugh escaped Stiles. "No, you didn't hurt me."

Derek's eyebrows furrowed again, but less looking like he was in pain and more in confusion.

"Well then why woul-" His eyebrows shot up. "Unless you didn't want to anymore. Shit." He once again tried to pull out, but Stiles dug his fingertips in.

"Hey, hey." Stiles moved his hand from Derek's arm to gently cup the side of his face. He leaned up and softly kissed his lips. "I still want to."

Stiles tried to look into Derek's eyes as reassuring and loving as he could.

Derek softly smiled and leaned in for another kiss, quickly trying to get their night back on track. Stiles indulged him till Derek bit his lip and roughly grabbed his hips.

Stiles broke the kiss. "No."

Derek looked confused again and this time slightly frustrated. "If I'm not hurting you what's wrong?"

"Derek more can be wrong with sex than just pain."

"What does that even mean? Do you want me to stop or no. If so I'm completely fine with that, you know that Stiles. Just tell me what I'm doing wrong." He sounded slightly angry until the last part betrayed his self doubt.

Stiles took a deep breath. "You're being too rough."

Derek's face was shocked. Stiles didn't grab him this time when he pulled out. "Fuck Stiles! I thought you said I wasn't hurting you!" Derek's eyes searched Stiles' skin in a frenzy looking for bruises or blood.

"And you didn't."

Derek looked up at him again. "Oh. Oh! I- I um- it seemed- I mean I thought- I thought you liked it?" Derek self consciously bunched up the sheet around his waist.

"I did. God did I love it. Especially the part when you slammed the bedroom door and then me against it then had me jump up. Fuck. Meeee! That was hot. Like seriously I am going to dream about that for months."

"What? Stiles stop lying! You're confusing me."

Stiles put a comforting hand on Derek's thigh and stroked it with his thumb. "I'm not lying." He grabbed Derek's hand and put it over his heart. "You did not hurt me. I did enjoy it."

Derek squinted like somehow he missed a lie.

"I just don't think you did. I think the person being hurt by that wasn't me." Stiles looked at him with sadness. "It was you."

Derek looked at him deadpan. "Werewolf Stiles."

Stiles lightly hit his chest. "Not what I meant, asshat." Stiles looked serious again. "I just don't think you were enjoying it like I was."

"Could you not feel how hard I was for you?" Derek said it blaśe, but it made Stiles blush.

"Yup. Definitely. I could feel it, all up in my business. And pressed against my thigh earlier. Yup definitely. For sure. And I liked that too. That was great. An-"

Derek could see Stiles collect himself to get back on track. He took a deep breath.

"I think you enjoyed fucking me, not how you were fucking me."

Derek stared blankly. "I think you were thinking too much when you should've been focused on being fucked. Is there seriously a difference?"

"Yes Derek. You can fuck different ways just as much as you can fuck different people."

Derek nodded bitterly. "Right, and you don't like how I fuck."

Stiles groaned. "No, I love how you fuck, but it doesn't feel like you love it."

Derek sighed and scrubbed a hand over his face. "I'm sorry. I know we've only been dating for a little bit, and you wanted this to be great, but I have no idea what you mean. I'm sorry I'm doing something wrong."

"You're not doing something wrong, you just don't seem really in it. I am kind of new to all of this, so tell me if your experience is different. If you don't know what a partner wants to do, what do you do?" Stiles asked like he was trying to solve a puzzle.

"What do you mean?"

Stiles scoffed. "You can't tell me I'm the first one that's ever- Oh my God I'm the first one that's ever called you out on your caveman fucking!"

Derek looked embarrassed.

"Don't call it that! Look Stiles I get you might be new to this, but when people see me they assume things. I look a certain way so people expect me to act a certain way. When they see me, the leather jacket, and the car they know what they want."

Stiles looked at Derek with a fond considering look. "And what about what you want?"

Derek looked thrown. "What I want?"

Stiles huffed and moved to sit in Derek's lap. "Look, those other people might want to fuck Derek Hale, or the leather jacket, or the car, but not me. I don't want to fuck Derek Hale the macho alpha."

Derek looked at him quizzingly.

"I want to fuck Derek. Who I've only been dating for a couple weeks, but I've known long enough to know what every eyebrow twitch means. Who will sometimes look at me across pack meetings with a smile so beautiful and fond it knocks my breath out. Who breaks for bunnies and gasps till he knows it's safe then grumbles about it. Who is my alpha that takes care of our pack."

Derek's eyes flashed and his hands moved from being loosely on his hips to wrapping around his back.

"Who can make me feel as frustrated as I've ever been as easily as he can make me smile and laugh till I feel like bursting."

Derek tried not to look at Stiles as he swallowed thickly and tried to will away the shine in his eyes. Stiles grabbed his chin and pecked his lips.

"I want to fuck you Derek. The real you. I want you to fuck me how you want to fuck me, not how you think everybody wants to fuck you. You can want things from sex Derek." Stiles leaned back and saw the shine in his eyes, so he kissed under each eye. When he finished he crawled into the center of the bed and turned around to face Derek. Stiles laid down and spread his legs as he splayed his hands above himself like they were bound.

"Fuck me Derek. The real you."

Derek's eyes flashed as he let out a pitiful whine.

"H-how?" His voice cracked halfway though.

Stiles smirked. "However you want."

Another whine escaped Derek.

"No. I mean- I- no one has ever- I don't-I don't-" He looked overwhelmed and unsure.

Stiles set free from his imaginary bondage once again moved closer to kneel next to Derek with a look of understanding. "Okay. That's totally okay. How about I help you? I've read a lot of helpful stuff on being open with your partner. Would you be okay with me talking while we figure this out together?"

Derek vigorously nodded from where he was breathing in Stiles' scent in the crook of his neck.

"Alright first things first, safe word."

Derek's head shot up and looked fearful. Stiles laughed.

"Relax I'm not about to get out the whips, whenever you try something new both partners have to have a way out. Besides I've always wanted to make a safe word."

Derek nodded then smirked. "So whips later?"

Stiles returned the smile. "Whips later. Now think. Hm... how bout, 'This is private property.'"

Derek swatted Stiles' ass then grabbed it. "You're damn right this is. But it's too long."

"Wait I have it. Miguel."

Derek looked unimpressed.

"Too bad it's Miguel now. You shouldn't have been a smartass."

Derek gave him the eyebrows that meant, 'Look who's talking.'

"Do we have any no goes? Mine would be don't call yourself daddy. I have a healthy relationship with my father, thank you."

Derek was quiet for a bit. "Don't lick my abs."

Derek looked small.

Stiles gave an acknowledging and encouraging nod.

"I like it a lot when you kiss up them, but don't lick up."

Stiles nodded again before he leaned down and pecked him three times up his chest and kisses his lips for longer. "Okay."

"One other thing?"

Stiles grabbed Derek's hand and kissed the back of it. "Anything."

"You fuck me."

All the breath was knocked out of Stiles and Derek was overwhelmed by the scent of lust pouring out of Stiles.

"Yo-you want me to fuck you? Just clarifying. Making sure I didn't just hear wrong. Yes. Totally. For sure. Abso-fuckin-lutely."

"It's just I never have done it that way. And I mean I don't really know how to do not caveman sex, so why not start here. And I trust you."

"You don't have to justify yourself, and you don't have to answer, but why haven't you ever?"

Derek shrugged. "People assume I'm always a dominant top, and no one I've ever dated asked. It's okay though I know what I look like, so I'm okay with being top and giving-"

Stiles shook his head. "Just because you're the top it doesn't mean you can't get things out of sex."

Derek nodded. "I- okay. And I guess it's also because if they see me and they don't want me to screw them, they want to screw me as a power trip. Like if they could top me it makes them more, and I don't like that. My wolf really doesn't like it. So I haven't. Well mean she was dominant, Kat-"

"Uh uh nope stop right there. If I'm to get it up at all tonight we aren't talking about her whatsoever. We can, but not tonight." Stiles got serious as he ran his fingers through Derek's hair. "Tonight is about you, me, us, and sex. Happy sex. Good sex. Lots of sex."

Derek rolled his eyes. "Is that all you think about."

"What no!" Stiles said in a faux affronted tone. "I also think about you..." Stiles batted his eyelashes. "And having sex with you."

Derek shifted in the bed and made a face.

"What was the purpose of those eyebrows?"

"What do you mean they're my eyebrows."

Derek did an eyebrow wiggle. Stiles had a small amused smile.

"No, I mean the face you made. You made a face a couple times just now. When I sai- Oh my God! Derek does the word sex make you uncomfortable?!" Stiles seemed amused.

Derek groaned and leaned forward to press his face into Stiles' neck. "Maybe." Stiles laughed.

"Why?"

Derek pulled his face back to look at Stiles with a look of cute confusion. "I don't know it just sounds too biological or medical."

"So you prefer fucking?"

Derek scrunched his nose. "Screwing and fucking sound like I'm gonna leave you in an alley."

"Well then what would you prefer," Stiles snorted. "Love-making?"

Derek's cheeks burned.

Stiles' eyes went wide.

"Wait no-"

"Oh my god!"

"Stiles no. I didn't mea-" Derek was cut off by Stiles crashing his lips into Derek's.

"I love it." Stiles kissed him again, but this time starting to lovingly caress Derek's tongue with his own, unlike any fast and biting kiss they'd shared before. Stiles moved his hands down Derek's shoulders and continued languidly down his body till one of his hands lightly started stroking Derek's cock.

When they parted they were both breathless, but somehow Derek was struggling more. Derek had his eyes on Stiles' puffy flushed spit coated lips.

"Derek?"

Derek met his eyes.

"I want to make love to you."

That's all it took for Stiles to feel Derek harden again completely under his touch.

"Yes."

Stiles couldn't quite tell if it was permission or a plea. "Okay do you want to ride me so you are on to-"

"No. I want to be under you."

Stiles knew how much that meant from a wolf, especially an alpha and it affected him as if he was one too. Stiles could feel his dick already wanting to fuck Derek senseless, but he got the feeling Derek had never made love to anyone and Stiles wanted to be that person.

Derek was staring at his mouth hungrily.

"Do you want me to blow you?"

"I love your mouth, but we've done that before." It looked as if it pained him to say no, but Derek's words were coming easier and more truthful.

"So you want to do something we haven't done before?"

Derek nodded, unsure, after a bit.

"Do you have something in mind?"

Derek shook his head no.

"I- I want to- Maybe just-"

Stiles smirked. "Derek do you want to experiment in bed?"

His cheeks flushed in just the perfect shade to let Stiles know how right he was.

"Do you want to have super kinky sex?"

"No! Well I guess. I just want to try something that isn't just this goes there."

"This goes there?" Stiles teased.

"You know what I mean." He snapped. Stiles put his hands up placatingly. Then one dropped down to stroke Derek's dick again.

"Relax babe. I'm not making fun of you, just light teasing. Besides," Stiles took one of Derek's hands and placed it on his dick. "I think you can feel I am also interested in something new."

Derek teasingly swiped his thumb over the tip of Stiles' cock, something he learned days into their relationship that he loves.

He sucked in a breath. "Toys?" Stiles lifted a questioning brow as he spoke.

Derek turned red. "Do you even have any?"

"Not here. This is your loft. Where are yours?"

Derek flushed more.

"If you blush anymore tonight you might as well stay that color... I've always thought red suits you." Stiles gave a conspiratorial smirk.

His eyes flashed red at the compliment.

"How am I more embarrassed to talk about and get sex toys than my teenage boyfriend."

"Legal, say legal or it's creepy."

"Legal."

"Good boy. See now we can do this, and a good thing I think I'm starting to get blue balls" He kissed Derek as he manhandled him to the center of the bed. Stiles laid on top of him as they kissed and stroked each other.

Stiles broke the kiss. "Do you trust me?"

It was out of his mouth as soon as Stiles finished speaking. "Yes."

"Turn over."

His words sent a jolt up Derek's spine.

Stiles moved to make room for him to move.

He did.

Somehow he felt more bare like this. Not knowing where Stiles was, or what he was doing. He expected to hear the lube cap, but he didn't. He expected a slap on his ass maybe, for swatting Stiles earlier.

He could feel him settling in between his legs.

Maybe Stiles would bite his ass hard enough to draw blood to mark him. Or maybe Stiles would raw him with no warning to see what he would do. He hoped he didn't take the kinky thing too far and he didn't suddenly feel warm piss on his back. That is definitely in the no gos. Maybe he should look back and mention it.

Just as he was about to he spoke. "I want to rim you. Is that okay?"

Derek expected a lot of things, but he did not expect that. And he definitely did not expect to be asked. He was so surprised his dick almost forgot to react, almost.

"I already said I want you to fuck me, I said yes. You don't have to ask. Fuckin hell, especially not for that!"

He heard a frustrated sad noise before he felt a comforting weight drape across his back.

Stiles kissed the back of his neck and hugged him from behind, which was a kind of an awkward position.

"Yes I do have to ask. You can't just give blanket permission in the bedroom when you don't know your partner sexually yet. I'll always ask. So can I?"

Derek lilted his head up for a kiss. "Yes."

After their kiss Stiles was gone again. He didn't hear the cap, but he felt the cool plastic of the lube bottle against his leg. Then he felt the warmth of Stiles in between his legs, but chills and bumps raced up his legs as Stiles danced his long delicate fingers down his thighs. Stiles started to knead his ass and he could already tell he was stretched too thin he was not going to last long, not if Stiles kept being this gentle. He started leaving lovebites, that faded within moments, on his inner thighs.

Derek felt calm.

Derek jolted, not realizing kneading had turned to spreading, and now there was a smooth slick tongue lapping at his hole.

The sound he made was inhuman, but Stiles didn't mind.

It seemed like he had made a game of seeing how far he could stretch his hole with his tongue without dipping in or how many times he could go around. Derek couldn't tell if it was entirely comfortable or was going to be the best thing ever. Stiles slowly swept a wide stripe up and Derek made an inpatient growling noise.

Once Stiles began fucking his tongue in and out feverishly and then with his fingers Derek quickly decided it was the best ever. Derek started moaning loudly, and Stiles was a quick study of what made him the loudest. Stiles had his face smushed up against him as he ate him out like he was the last eggroll at a buffet. He could feel his face, and his hot breath, and the spit rolling down. He could feel him, but god he could smell Stiles reeking of sex and happiness.

His boyfriend was happy because he was doing something that made Derek happy. His claws were ripping the sheets and started to dig into the mattress.

"Please. Fuck. Please touch me Stiles." Derek whined.

"Stiles! Stiles! Fuck Stiles!"

He took his name as a sign he was doing well and another plea so he crooked his fingers.

"Stiles!" Derek came with a pillow muffled shout of Stiles' name.

Stiles startled back. "Holy fuck!"

Derek was breathing heavy. "Sorry."

Stiles could tell if he had more breath he'd continue. "Sorry? Are you kidding Der? I just made you come with my tongue and fingers up your ass! That is the most awesome sex thing I have ever done!"

"We have different definitions of awesome." Derek's face was still smushed to the pillow.

Stiles looked skeptical. "Are you trying to tell me you didn't like it? Because I'm pretty sure you did." Stiles sat up on to his knees so he could massage Derek's shoulders.

"No I loved it, I'm just not so sure it was great for you."

"Are you kidding? I loved having you writhing under me."

Derek shivered.

He remembered what Derek said earlier and what he just said could come off a little power trippy.

"I mean, knowing I was pleasing you was great." He seemed to have known what he meant.

He moaned as his muscles relaxed.

"I'll be right back."

That seemed to crash him out of his post orgasmic bliss. "Where are you going?"

Stiles placed a kiss to his forehead. "Right back." Derek watched his beautiful naked ass walk from one dresser to his closet.

"What are you loo-"

"Found it!" Stiles triumphantly held up a bottle of eucalyptus lotion. "Why was it in your closet?"

"It's not ready to say it's gay yet."

"Har har. Seriously Derek its weird. Who keeps lotion in their closet."

"You checked the closet."

Stiles threw the lotion at his back. Before jumping right on his ass facing his legs.

"Oof."

"I think you're getting too far away from the glow, you're starting to get mouthy."

"Look who's talking." Stiles squirted the cold lotion right onto the back of Derek's thighs.

"Cold!"

"Ha! You bastard." Stiles began rubbing it in and soothing his muscles.

He worked his way all the way down to his feet and back up.

Stiles mixed the lube and lotion and circled his finger before pushing in easily. Before he had gotten up to two fingers and his tongue. He quickly added a second as Derek let out a content hum of approval. He kissed all up Derek's back after adding a third finger.

Derek was ready and whining for him and he was aching with the need to be inside of him, but he wanted this to be perfect for Derek. Derek needed to know sex could be about him, and not just a weapon or tool.

"I can't wait to feel you. You are perfect. I could stare at you all day. I could fuck you all day, just to see what makes you moan my name the loudest. I think I could make you orgasm so hard you black out. I could make you feel so good. I will make you feel good Der. I promise."

"Fuck you were made for this. Those fingers, and that ass, and fuck don't get me started on that mouth. If it isn't doing dirty things it's saying them."

Derek was always quiet, Stiles was the loud one. He never expected him to dirty talk him back, and that's what made him loose it. Derek made a shocked noise at the loss, but was silenced by the crinkle of a packet.

"Werewolf. Don't need condom." It was like his mind couldn't speak properly.

"I know darling, but it's easier to clean up. Unless you want a buttload of my cum."

Derek stuttered out, "N-no co-condom."

At that Stiles grabbed the base of his dick, because he waited too long and he honestly didn't know if that would shoot him over the edge. "Jesus christ Derek! If I was a werewolf you would've killed me by now."

Derek could hear the cap popping off the lube and slick noises. He expected to feel the press of Stiles' dick, but he felt his still slightly slicked hand slap his leg. "Roll over."

"What? Is that a dog joke?"

"Roll over. I need to see you. I need to look into those beautiful eyes as I wreck you."

Derek obliged.

"There we go."

Fucking finally Derek feels Stiles slide into him. They both let out moans of bliss and satisfaction.

Stiles started to speak as he waited for Derek to adjust. "Oh god Derek! I'm not going to last long you feel so good. Oh god look at you. God Der you look so beautiful right now. I would take a picture, but I don't ever want anyone to see you like this. How you are for me. All laid out and wanting. God you don't know what you do to me."

Derek mumbled his own words along with Stiles'.

Derek started moving his hips so Stiles started to shallowly move in and out. He made inpatient noises. When that went unanswered he pulled Stiles' hair and started thrusting up.

"No." Stiles pinned his arms above his head. "Keep these here."

Derek frantically shook his head. "No. Can't. Need to touch you. Can't Stiles."

"Keep them there," Stiles said sternly.

Derek whined and reached for the bedside table, he dug around in the drawer before coming back with a pair of handcuffs. Stiles could tell they were coated in wolfs bane. Flashes of a cruel blond chaining Derek clouded his mind.

"No." Stiles still had the stern, but now mixed with an edge. Stiles threw the cuffs across the room and pinned his hands down once again with one weak hand. "You keep them there not because of those, because of this," Stiles kissed him full with emotion neither of them were sure they were ready to say.

"Keep them there because I asked you to, not because I made you."

After he spoke he tenderly kissed him again. When Stiles pulled away Derek didn't know when Stiles had moved one hand firmly to his hips and the other to lightly stroke his dick, but his arms weren't moving regardless. Derek had tears in his eyes from that kiss.

"God so beautiful, so perfect. I wish I could see you like this forever. Stretched beneath me like I deserve to be able to touch you. You're so good to me, for me. You are the most beautiful person I have ever met. God look at you, you take care of your pack so well. You're a good alpha. My alpha is so beautiful." Derek's eyes bled crimson. "He takes care of me so well, I take care of him too. Der, you take care of me so well. Let me take care of you. Let go Derek."

Stiles' control was slipping. He started thrusting and jacking Derek off faster.

"Look at you. God. I love this. I wish I could see you like this all the time. I wish you always looked like I just got done making love to you. So beautiful."

Derek came with a deep roar and Stiles could see his half shifted face and claws with tears streaking down his face. Stiles collapsed into Derek's neck and breathed out heavily as he fucked Derek through his orgasm. He finally let go with a shout of Derek's name. Derek pulled him as deep as he would go as he came.

They laid there breathing heavily in each others arms for what seemed like hours and mere seconds at the same time.

"We should've been doing that years ago."

Derek nodded into Stiles neck.

"Woot woo! Batman finally got some." Erica ruffled his hair. Boyd rolled his eyes, but gave him that head nod of respect thing.

The pack had a weird thing about sex. Because everyone instantly knew everything it wasn't a big deal and they talked about it.

"Dude! How come you didn't text me?!"

"Bro I just got done having sex with Derek, you coming over for pack night in an hour?"

Scott wrinkled his nose. "Okay I see your point." Allison smiled at Scott's stupidity, and gave Stiles a thumbs up.

"So did you stop planning out our wedding and the names of our kids?"

"Leave Jake and Dia out of this, but yes I don't think you're the most perfectest person in the world anymore." Lydia looked shocked and a bit hurt like she never expected him to move on. He grabbed her hand and kissed the back of it. "Close second though my dear." She smiled and it seemed like a slight against her perfection she could handle.

"If I ever get bumped to third I will bury someone."

"Noted."

Cora glared and said, "He's my brother."

"Yup. Sure is."

"Don't mess him up." If they were talking about anyone else he would've thought she meant don't mess it up, but knowing his ex's she meant don't hurt him in a way he can't heal.

"He's already messed up." Her eyes narrowed. "I just hope I can take care of him long enough for him to realize that he's worth taking care of himself. And if he lets me, even after that."

She gave a sort of half smile. "Mom would've hated you." Stiles' heart sank. "But Laura and dad would've loved you. They would've gotten her to come around."

He knew how much that meant. When he spoke his voice was thick. "Thanks."

"Thank you." She nodded towards where Derek was hiding in his room.

"If you ever need a man with more... experience just le-"

"I will kill you... again."

"Well that would be unpleasant. Especially since I couldn't see my nephew glow whenever you walk into a room."

He looked interested in the non-existent dirt under his nails.

"Hurt one of the two living family members I have left and I will hurt you. And if my nephew is being more than his usual pig brained self let me know I'll hurt him."

"Thanks... I guess? Now go away you're creepy." Peter slunk away.

Isaac took him by complete surprise. He hugged him and buried his nose in his neck.

"Um I'm sorry are we friends... or even not hate each other now that I'm screwing Derek?"

"Sorry you just smell like him when he's happy."

"Do I have to worry about you stealing both of our sheets so you can smell my boyfriend's jizz?"

Isaac looked like he was about to retch. "No! Not like that! Not like sex happy! Just happy happy!" Stiles sniffed his shirt, he will never get used to people telling him about smells he can't smell.

He smiled at the thought that he made Derek happy. "Oh okay well cool. Thanks bud." He ruffled Isaac's curls which wasn't met with immediate dismemberment so, progress. Yay!

Derek finally came down so they could start.

Halfway through the meeting Jackson burst in like he owned the place with a, "What's up dipshits?"

They tried to resume, but he kept interrupting.

"Along the northern sid-"

"Whoa whoa. Wait!"

There were eye rolls all around. This has to be like the eighth time.

"Did Stilinski actually get fucked? Wow, what poor bastard took one for the team?" Jackson was smirking, but no one else found it funny.

"Shut the hell up Jackson." Scott snapped.

"Really. We know you have to be a douche, but why not do it on non meeting hours. We have more important issues than your fragile ego and masculinity." Stiles could always count on Erica to get dirty when he needed her.

Jackson's nose flared. He was still a bit slow with identification of people, but he was good with emotions, how ironic.

"Seriously? Wow Derek, if I'd known my alpha was that desperate I'd have taken you to The Jungle myself."

Stiles rolled his eyes, but the pack looked defensive and Derek looked murderous.

Jackson better shut up.

"I know a few cheap whores."

Derek was lunging before anyone even registered what he said, all except Stiles. He moved in between the two stopping Derek in his tracks by a hand on his chest.

"Aww are you gonna protect me from your boyfriend?"

Derek bared his fangs.

"He's not worth it. Last week his mom and dad flew out the day before his birthday and he stormed out of our party so he's probably still sore."

Jackson saw red. "Oh yeah you, little bitch, well at least I'm not so pathetic I had to beg my own alpha to fuck me."

Derek's eyes were flashing red, but Jackson was too focused on Stiles, and he was standing now.

"Jackson stop."

"Oh why Lydia? Do you feel bad for him because of his little boy crush?"

Jackson turned back to Stiles. "He probably felt indebted to you because you're weak and nothing."

Stiles holding Derek's gaze steady was all that was holding him back.

"How sad you are Stilinski, but you probably take it real good."

Derek would've leapt. He would've torn him to shreds of not for the fear that Stiles would defend himself. Tell them that it was Derek that took it. Derek their alpha took it up the ass from the weak human pack member and cried when he came. Derek was frozen he saw his pack in a flurry of motion screaming and pointing fingers at Jackson. Boyd the only one daring to hold back Erica. Slinging insults, but none of them dared harm a pack member without orders.

Orders he wasn't giving. Because he was frozen in place by how weak he was.

Everything snapped back into place all at once and the screaming grated his ears till they all stopped at the sound of laughter.

It was Stiles. Was it crying? No, he was laughing. Maniacally.

"You know what Jackson? I did take it from him, and he gave it to me good. Harder, better than you ever could for anyone. And he fucked me like you could never understand, and never get the way you are right now- with care."

Stiles got more and more worked up till he was shouting.

"So go ahead call me no better than a whore, but the only one getting a cheap fuck here is you!"

"Sure. Whatever Stilinski, whatever helps your pathetic ass sleep."

And then Jackson did something stupid. He got Stiles angry. Not upset, not disappointed, not sad.

Angry.

He looked at Derek and said, "Man someone really fucked you up for you to want Stilinski."

"That is enough!" Stiles yelled with fury and power.

"You know what Jackson? I feel pity for you. You're just a piece of shit who likes to pretend they're a worth while person sometimes. I'm done with it! For all your barbs and jokes at my expense do you know who the only person keeping you in this pack is?"

Jackson scoffed and looked around like can you believe this guy to be met with confirmation of its truth.

Jackson sobered a bit at that, but then his venom was back.

"So what I've finally pissed you off enough I'm kicked out? Hallelujah."

"You don't seem to get it Jackson. Lydia broke up with you because you don't deserve her, you're shifting between a werewolf and kanima because you can't get that poison out of your veins, Danny your best friend wants nothing to do with you because you are such a douche, the team won't talk to you, and your parents leave you-"

Stiles could see the crack in Jackson's perfect face at that.

"Because they don't see what kind of person you could be if you had someone who wouldn't give up on you."

All the air, confidence, and superiority left him in one big whoosh.

"I- I- I don't understand?"

Stiles sighed. "No, you don't. You have no one Jackson. No one that cares about you, the real you. No one that loves you for who you are completely. Look at us. This pack is filled with nobodies. People who don't have people. People who do, but there'll always be something they can't accept or know about, but not here. We are what the others need. We are a pack. We have people because we chose each other. Understand this, you have no one, but you could. You could have a pack. It's your choice whether or not you're willing to work for it. You choose, but know if you walk out that door it won't open for you again. So choose." Stiles looked impatient.

"Now!" Stiles shouted forcefully. Derek flinched, still being close to him.

"Stay."

"What? Sorry weak human hearing."

"I want to stay."

"Yeah I know you want to stay, but are you willing to?"

"Yes."

Stiles nodded. "Good. Now apologize to your alpha. You were rude, disrespectful, and insulting. Don't make me make you do it twice, because you've only got one shot."

"Derek I am sincerely sorry for my actions. I was disrespectful and I'm sorry. I will do whatever it takes to make up for my actions." When it was clear he was done Derek and Jackson both looked at Stiles to see if it was enough.

He rolled his eyes. "Sit down and shut the fuck up."

The meeting finished without a peep from Jackson, but the entire time Derek felt his guts twisting. He felt the shame of not standing up for his boyfriend. The guilt of not dealing with his own beta. And most of all he felt the fear of Stiles being angry at him for not correcting him. Derek decided what to do.

"Alright that is all for this week's pack meeting. You guys know the rules." As people started to get up he added on. "Oh and Stiles fucked me." Immediately he could tell that was not the right thing to do. Everyone froze, Stiles looked at him with wide eyes, and he felt himself turn very red. "I just thought everybody should know that."

"Oh no, I could've lived my entire life not knowing that." Cora said with a look of disgust and disappointment as she scrubbed a hand down her face.

Stiles was next. "No, Derek! Everyone should not have know that!" Stiles threw his hands out to his sides and walked closer. He whispered to Derek. "Look is this like some type of voyeurism?"

"Dude ew."

"Dereeek that's gross."

"Keep me out of your kinks."

"Count me and Boyd in."

Derek shouted, "What!? No!" He looked stricken. "I just thought I should set the record straight, and I felt bad for not doing it earlier! I just didn't want you to get mad. Are you mad?"

Stiles cupped his cheek and smiled. "I am not mad. It's kinda sweet in a messed up way."

Stiles cocked his head. "A really really messed up way."

"M'kay can we get back to how we're going to deal with this?"

[just-my-fandom]

Once Mine (Billy Hargrove x Reader)

Summary; You never thought you would be attacked by a human formed monster. But here you are, running through a mall with little kids and guns. You never thought your two year boyfriend would die in your hands. You never thought you would ever speak to Jonathan Byers, even if it was to apologize for Billys jackass personality

THIS CONTAINS SPOILERS FOR SEASON 3 (THREE). THE LAST EPISODE! YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!!

I'm so torn from Season 3, I now hate the creaters of this show. Fuck you.

Tagged; @Teenwolflover28

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Your eyes burn. Watching the tentacle from that- thing, pierce into Billys heart, only increased the fall of the tears,

Everything became inaudible. Your scream for Max to look away, the final screech from the thing that caused this disaster. Your ears rung, your body forcing itself across the food court to slide to your knees, hands at the cold face staring up at you,

"Billy?" Your voice echoes, his eyes peeling open to catch your tears and flushed face, "Billy, Billy, hey," Your hand cups the right side of his face, thumb wiping away blood on his lip, "Baby, Im right here,"

"I'm sorry," You catch the sharp inhale he gasped in, his hand, covered in blood, reaching up to clutch at your fingers, "I'm so sorry,"

"You have nothing to be sorry for," Your shoulders slump at a sob, shaking your head, "Just stay awake for me, can you do that? We're going to get you some help,"

"I didnt want to do it," Billy coughs, and you tear off your jacket, pressing it roughly to the hole in his chest,

"I know, baby," You hiccup, slipping a hand to his hair, "Its going to all be okay. Just look at me,"

And he does. His eyes meet yours, bloodshot with tears as his are dull, and your mind is short to process his eyes shutting, a breath escaping his lips,

"No," Your hand slides to his face, patting it in an attempt to shake him awake, "Billy, Billy, wake up!"

Your eyes pinch together to release the last of tears you had left, head leaning forward to rest on his chest, a sob racking your body,

"Wake up, please," You sit up, sniffling, hand tucking hair hair from his face, lips touching his forehead, "I forgive you," You murmur, "I forgive you for all the fights we've had. I forgive you for everything, just please, come back to me,"

Sitting up, your eyes tear away from his form, standing up at Max covering her mouth,

You extend your arms to the red head, dragging her into your chest to wrap your arms around her neck, Max burying her nose into your shirt to muffle a sob,

"Its okay," Your voice cracks, hand at the back of her head, "I've got you,"

. . .

"Hey,"

Jonathan leans against the car behind him, eyes watching slowly cross your arms in the leather jacket from Billy, your gaze meeting his before looking down,

"Im sorry," You look up at the boy, inhaling deeply, "About anything that Billy has done to you. Was I to know he was doing it, I would be apologizing sooner,"

"Its okay," Jonathan smiles weakly, your eyes looking to the kids bidding goodbyes, "I didnt even know what the hell was going on," You choke out a laugh, "But then the kids came to my door, and seeing Billy all- possessed- just broke something in me,"

You sniff, wiping your nose with your sleeve, "Billy wasnt always a nice guy, but- but he was to me," You shrug, "Max says its true love, but," You shake your head, "Im sorry. I just wanted to say that, and I know we got off on the wrong foot and I dont want Billy's death to be the reason we become friends,"

Jonathan stares as you subconsciously tighten the jacket around you, exhaling, "I guess I should say goodbye to El,"

You step back, Jonathan frowning as he watches you step to the young girl,

"El," You squat down, hands at her shoulders, "I want to thank you,"

"Thank me?" El asks questionably, and you smile, nodding,

"Billy wasnt himself, we all know that," You breathe, "But you were able to bring him back, just long enough for me to say my goodbyes and I thank you for that,"

"Are you," El pauses, "Going to be okay?"

"It'll take a while," You nod, looking down at the jacket, "I'll be taking his car and getting it fixed, figured me and Max would test drive it," You smile, "But yeah, I'll be okay,"

You stand up so she could embrace you, squeezing her shoulders before pulling back, "Have fun. I hope to see you at Christmas?"

She smiles and nods, and you turn, throwing an arm around Maxs shoulder and dragging her into your side

. . .

"Mom says you can have anything you want,"

Your eyes scan the bedroom around you, spotting each detail within,

"I always liked your mom," You slowly sink down onto Billys bed, closing your eye's, "You're whole family actually. Billy said I was crazy,"

"I think he was the crazy one," Max laughs weakly, "Billy was crazy for you,"

"I dont believe that," You shake your head, eyes landing on a picture frame. You stand up, lifting the frame, staring at the two people inside,

It was a polaroid picture- you had taken it on your first date at a drive in movie- Billys mouth was stuffed with Cheetos,

You smile tearily, looking at Max, her smile small as she watches you wipe your cheek, setting the frame on the bed,

"Oh, look," You choke out a laugh, picking up a crumbled letter that had been folded too much, "Its my confession letter, he really kept it after two years," You skim over the letter, and look down when something clanks under your shoe,

Bending down, you pick up the chain necklace Billy always wore, and, setting down the letter, you clip on the chain, looking at Max,

"I think I got everything," You sigh, picking up the letter and frame in one hand,

"You sure?" Max scans the room, "Moms going to put his things in boxes in case theres something else you want,"

"Thanks," You exhale, "Its late," You frown, "How about you come over tomorrow, we can have a girls day,"

"Id like that," Max smiles, following you to the door, "I might even pull out Billys baby album,"

"Oh he would be so pissed," You snort, waving as you step off the porch, "Sleep well,"

"You too," Max closes the front door, and, with the help of the street light, your eyes stare at the polaroid picture, swallowing thickly to hide the tears

You slide into your car, starting the engine, and Maxs stomach turns when she wakes up in the morning, finding on the news you never made it home,

You cried behind the wheel, blurry vision unable to catch the drunk driver speeding by, crashing into the side of your car

The framed polaroid picture lays shattered in the passenger seat

Maybe it wasnt your final goodbyes after all

A/N; God, kill me now