#i haven’t drawn hair in a long time wow—

[swiftmitsu]

If you had to pick who would be your favourite sans and who would be your least favourite?

Random question

so.

i think it's clear which of the two is my favourit--

AND I WOULD LIKE TO SAY. it isnt that i dont like Greaser, also it’s hard to pick my least favourite sans, man.

I JUST HATE HIS FFFFREAKING HAIR, DUDE.

i struggled for 30 minutes. just for his HAIR

this is the only Greaser drawing you’re gonna get from me.

[just-jordie-things]

just like my crush - fushiguro megumi

word count: 3.8k warnings: swearing, reader is doped up from anesthesia summary: confessing that you have a crush on someone really isn't that hard. all it takes is anesthesia clouding your judgment. a/n: brought to you by my lovely nanami flowershop anon's beautiful brain !!!

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Injuries in this line work wasn’t unusual.  Someone was always occupying Shoko’s little infirmary and keeping her busy.  Nasty gashes, sprained wrists, broken bones- it was practically a part of the job description.  No, it wasn’t pretty, but at least with a master of the Reverse Cursed Technique on site, the mishaps that came with assignments never lasted too long.

Because of this expectation, Megumi had never been put in a position where he worried over someone’s well being after an exorcism gone awry.  He’d had life threatening wounds get healed more times than he could count on both hands, hell, Yuji lost a hand and got that back! 

So why did he feel sick to his stomach when she took a bad hit during an assignment? Why did his throat close up too tight for him to explain the situation to the manager on the assignment? Or to Ieiri when he got her back to campus? Why was there a cold sweat racing down his spine, but his insides felt like they were on fire? 

Despite all of Ieiri’s insisting that (y/n) was fine, that she’d gotten here just in time, that she was healed and would wake up at any time- likely without the memory of what happened- and that she would still be fine then… Megumi didn’t tear himself out of that room in the infirmary even once.  

When she does wake up- two days and a couple hours later- he doesn’t look too good.  He’d pale and he’s been bouncing his leg for so long it’s gone numb, but the relief that washes over him brings some color back to his face.

Her eyelashes flicker about a few times before she finally opens her eyes, but his attention is drawn to the way her hand twitches above the stark white sheets.

“Hey,” He murmurs, as quiet as he can stand to speak.  He didn’t want to startle her, and he thinks that if she were to flinch back at him, he’d flinch too.  “(y/n), you awake?” He asks when she doesn’t say anything right away.

Then her eyes finally find him, and with a hazy gloss over her blown pupils, she smiles.  It’s slow, and so, so impaired, but it’s pretty nonetheless.

“Oh, wow,” 

Her voice is strained, likely from not having been used for a couple days, but the light and breezy way in which she speaks is enough for him to know that her anesthetics haven’t worn off.  The stoner-like smile also tipped him off pretty well, but Megumi’s sure now.

“You know who you look like?” 

It’s not the question Megumi’s expecting, and his confusion is obvious in the way a tiny knot forms between his brows.  He would’ve thought  ‘where am I?’ or ‘what happened?’ would be in order, but maybe the anesthesia was more on top of her than he would’ve thought, so he hums in response and waits for her explanation.  Surely she’ll have something silly to say, it wouldn’t be the first time she called him a sea urchin for his messy hair.

“You look jus’ like my crush” (y/n) half-slurs back.  She tilted her head in his direction, trying to get a better look at him from where she was laying, but the rest of her body felt too heavy to move.

Megumi’s eyes widen, and before he can stop himself a small laugh comes out.  Confusion, humor, and disbelief blend into the overwhelming relief in knowing that Ieiri hadn’t been lying to him to protect his feelings.  (y/n) would be completely fine.

Maybe a little bit high, but still, completely fine.

Her shoulders shake in the slightest when she laughs in response to his own little chuckle, delighted purely by his reaction.

“I’m serious,” She mumbles out, eyes falling heavy for a minute the longer she stares at him.  “And it’s a compliment too, b’cause he’s, like, really cute”  “I didn’t know you were crushing on anyone” Megumi hums, leaning his elbows against the edge of her cot so that he could prop his chin in his hands.  Amusement flickers in his eyes when her expression noticeably shifts.  Her eyes widen and her lips part but no words come out.  Was he actually making her nervous? Who the hell did he look like in her eyes right now that had her reacting like this? 

Megumi can’t recall a time she’d ever talked to him about crushing on anyone.  Nothing of the sort, not even a hint.  And he’d definitely never seen the ruthless sorcerer appear so… 

Well, she looked like a girl with a crush.  A blush was forming on her cheeks the longer he held eye contact with her, and the way the corners of her mouth twitched and betrayed her as she tried to bite back a smile.

“Y-yeah, duh,” She stammers back at him with a sassy roll of her eyes.  Megumi’s quick to push his hand against his mouth to stifle his laughter.  “The point of a crush is it’s secret” 

“So you’re not gonna tell me then?” He asks curiously.

She probably didn’t know it, but (y/l/n) (y/n) was the only person in the world that got to see the playful side of him.  It was hard not to act on his intrigue, though.  It was too entertaining to see her in this state… and the rapid beating of his heart in his ribcage made him ache to know more.

But she shakes her head against her pillow, sealing her lips shut to further prove her point.  She’s still smiling, though, and she hasn’t torn her eyes off of his since she woke up.

“How’re you feeling, anyways?” Megumi decides to steer the topic back to one of more importance.  “Anything hurt? Can I get you anything-?” 

“Even your eyes are pretty like his,” She interrupts him, and then sighs as though this was a large inconvenience for her.  “You must be related,” She says matter-of-factly.

He hopes that when the drugs wear off she doesn’t remember this moment, because Megumi knows his face is as red as a tomato with how fiery his skin feels.  A nervous laugh bubbles out of him before he could choke it down, and her whole face lights up in response.

“You must not get compliments often, huh?” She teases in a slow drawl.

“I… I guess not,” He says, followed by more nervous laughter that happens against his will.  “But thank you, (y/n).  That’s very… kind” 

He’s painfully awkward, and he knows that as soon as he leaves this room he’s going to overthink this entire interaction, but for now he tries to bask in the warmth that sparks from knowing she thinks he has pretty eyes.  Or at least, she does when she’s so doped up she can’t quite focus on a conversation.

But at least she's obviously not in any pain.  Megumi’s worries begin to melt away, but that might just be the work of her flattery.

“You’re welcome,” She grins back at him, but she just as soon furrows her brows and regards him curiously.  Even after staring at him so shamelessly, she suddenly doesn’t appear to recognize him one bit.  “I thought Megumi only had a sister, though”

It comes out in a mumble, and he’s sure that she’s talking to herself in her deluded state, but the rush of heat that floods his chest and shoots up his neck is nearly too much to bear.

She actually didn’t recognize him this whole time? Was she talking about him this whole time? Was the flattery not a drug-induced misconception and actually-?

Before he can settle on a question to ask her to clear his confusion, she’s settling back into her pillow and her eyes are falling shut.  Megumi opens his mouth, ready to force out the first thing that comes to mind, but she drifts off almost immediately.  Her chest rising and falling in slow, steady movements.

It felt like a cruel prank.

Now he was left sitting and gaping at her unconscious form.  His heart is racing and his leg is bouncing again, and Megumi thinks he might be even more anxious for her to wake up this time.

He decides then and there that when she does, and when she’s of sound mind again, he’ll ask her about it.  Because if she really did have a crush on him he’d have to finally get over his ridiculous anxiety and make a move. ___

A week after making a full recovery, (y/n) comes to the decision that if she wants Megumi to talk to her, she’ll just have to corner him.

She’s not sure why he hasn’t been talking to her- hence her cornering plan- but ever since her last assignment had gone awry and she’d been put on a minor hold, he’d been dodging her.  And sure, Megumi wasn’t always the most sociable guy, but he was a friend and even if he didn’t feel like hanging out, he wouldn’t completely ghost her like this.

Of course she’d tried asking Yuji and Nobara about it, but they were a dead end.  They’d been just as surprised as she was that he’d been avoiding her.

I thought you were best friends, Yuji had frowned at the idea of a falling out between his two friends that he cared about so much.

Maybe he realized you have a crush on him and pussied out, Nobara had cackled at the scenario, not feeling an ounce of worry that this weird bump wouldn’t get resolved.

Needless to say, (y/n) was quick to steer her investigation far away from them, before the blabbermouths could do what they do best and blab around the wrong people.

She corners him while doing laundry, of all things.

“Hey,” 

And when she walks into the room while he’s tossing his freshly washed laundry into the dryer, Megumi hits his head on the lid when he swivels around in shock to see her there.

“Oh god, are you alright?” 

“I’m fine- it’s fine,” He answers all too quickly, before she’s even finished her question.  “I’m almost done with the washing machine” 

(y/n) can’t help but chuckle a little bit, seeing as she wasn’t currently holding a basket of laundry, but Megumi’s already back to filling up the dryer.  It appears every piece of clothing he tosses in is monochrome- mostly black, but a few gray pieces here and there.  This shouldn’t come as a surprise, but it is a bit funny.

“I actually was looking for you,” She tells him, leaning against the doorframe.  It’s half casual, and half to block his only escape.  Megumi responds with a small hum, still putting all of his focus on moving the laundry.  “Are you upset with me?” 

The question has him swiveling again, finally giving her his undivided attention.  It’s a bit unnerving, the way he straightens up and goes rigid as he stares back at her in bewilderment.  She wants to be annoyed that he has the audacity to look confused when he was the one that had been avoiding her for days, but she gives him the benefit of the doubt 

“Upset? No.  No of course not” He answers, and his words are so certain, that she believes him straight away.  But the small bit of truth doesn’t provide much relief.

“Then how come you’ve been dodging me?” She asks, unable to help her frown.  What other reason could there be? If he’s not mad at something, why would act so flaky?

“I haven’t been dodging you” 

“That’s a lie” 

“It’s not?” 

“It is,” She crosses her arms defensively.  “You haven’t been answering your phone and you always have some excuse to not talk to me.  Did I do something?” 

“Not really” 

He winces as soon as the answer leaves his mouth.  It wasn’t like him to get so careless- but it also wasn’t like him to avoid her.  Really, he was falling apart at the seams and trying quite desperately to appear as though everything was normal.  

It wasn’t working.  (y/n) could see the panic in his eyes as clear as day.  Not to mention the way his lips twitched like he was holding back further explanation.  She narrows her eyes as she studies him carefully.

“Not really?” She repeats his lame answer.  “So sort of? So I did do something?” 

Megumi’s certain that she chose to stand in the doorway so he couldn’t make an easy escape.  Would it be immature to summon the rabbits? 

“(y/n) it’s- it’s fine.  It’s me, alright?” He’s not very convincing.

“So you did something?” Another question he doesn’t want to answer.

“No- just- not really- it was just-” He stammers, and then groans, tilting his head back and glaring at the fluorescent light hanging over him.  

He recalls the way he’d sworn to himself that he’d talk to her about her little anesthesia-induced confession, and kicks himself now for cowering out of it.  Megumi never really ran away from a challenge, even when he knew he was in over his head.  But something about standing before her now and explaining how she’d inadvertently confessed to having a crush on him makes his heart beat out of sync and his throat go dry.

“Look I just don’t want things to be weird between us,” (y/n) sighs, giving up on interrogating him so heavily.  “So just… whatever it is, can we talk about it?” 

And he swoons, actually swoons.  His knees physically feel weak and he has to resist the urge to let all of his muscles relax and sink towards the ground.  It was so sweet, so considerate of her to want to mend the nonexistent conflict between them.  Megumi didn’t think it was possible to like her more than he already did, but she had a knack for proving him wrong.

So with an anxious breath, he thinks screw it and just lets it out.

“Do you remember waking up and talking to me in the infirmary?”

Her brows furrow, giving him her answer, and then her features soften with realization.

“You visited me in the infirmary?” She asks, almost in a whisper.  No, she didn’t remember, and no one had told her she’d had any visitors during her short stay there.

Megumi nods his head.

“Yeah, I… I stayed till you woke up.  And you did, for a couple minutes anyways, but you were pretty out of it.  Anesthesia and all” He explains.

She tries to rack her memory for any hazy glimpse of talking to Megumi in Shoko’s clinic, but nothing comes to mind.  She feels a little guilty now, having forgotten so easily.

“Okay…” She trails off, waiting for the rest of his explanation.  “So… something happened then?” 

Megumi hesitates, his expression twisted in mild displeasure, like he just stubbed his toe or has to deliver an oral presentation.  (y/n) tries to be patient, she really does, but the longer he draws this out the larger the pit in her stomach grows.

“Yeah,” The word comes out through a heavy breath, and he pauses for just a moment longer before admitting the last detail.  “You… you sort of confessed that you have a crush on me” 

“Oh,” 

Relief settles into her bones, and then a spike of panic.

“Oh” 

Her eyes are widening and her arms wrap tighter around herself, fingers digging into the sides of her ribs as if she could possibly ground herself with her anxiety reaching an all time high.

For fuck’s sake, she wasn’t this anxious when that Grade One tried to take a massive bite out of her body.

“You were really out of it, though,” Megumi says quickly.  “You were just… high.  You probably just couldn’t see or think straight-” 

“No, I wasn’t just high,” She cuts him off with surprising calmness in her voice, and a short shake of her head.  “I do.  Have a crush on you, I mean.  I didn’t… obviously I didn’t intend to tell you that, but, I guess high-me can’t keep a secret, so…” 

She trails off with a bashful giggle that would have embarrassed her if she wasn’t already filled to the brim with embarrassment.  Megumi’s lips part, but he doesn’t say anything.  The corner of his mouth twitches a few times too, and still, he’s standing in bewildered silence before her.

It’s not that he didn’t believe her, he was eighty-five percent sure that she’d meant what she said while she was still under the influence of the anesthetics, but that fifteen percent of uncertainty was his paranoia getting the best of him.  But now she was of sound mind, dead sober, and dead serious as she stared at him and awaited some sort of reaction.

No real reaction came, unless you counted the drumming of his fingers against his side, slow at first, but picking up speed the longer they both stood there and waited for the other to say something.

Megumi knows he should say something, and probably something along the lines of; well that’s a relief because I’m actually crushing on you so hard I don’t know what to do with myself… but unfortunately, he really didn’t know what to do with himself.

“Do I even want to know how badly I embarrassed myself?” (y/n) breaks the silence with a nervous but curious smile.

“You said I looked just like your crush,” He explained, heat flooding to his face as he recalled the other things she said.  “It was actually the first thing you said when you woke up,” 

She has to laugh at that a little, to which Megumi feels some of the tension in his shoulders disappear.  The tension in the room also starts to thin out, much to his relief.

“Then you went on about how cute your crush was.  And when I tried to ask how you were feeling, after, you know, surgery and all that, you ignored me and said…” He rubs the back of his neck, growing shy as he realized he was rambling and the subject matter already had his heart racing.

“Oh god… what?” (y/n) gasps, eyes widening, hoping she didn’t let out some dirty thought that she worked very hard to keep in the back of her mind.

“You said I had pretty eyes, and then you sorta let it slip that I was your crush, so I guess you didn’t realize you were talking to me the whole time… and then you passed back out” 

She’s laughing again, but this time she covers her face with her hands in a pitiful attempt to hide her blush until it goes away.  A small groan dies at the back of her throat.  The second hand embarrassment from her past-inebriated-self was just too much.

After all this time she's done so well at keeping her feelings under wraps, of never letting it be known with a slip of tongue or lingering touch, only to tell him so brazenly while in a hospital cot… it was ridiculous.

“God… I’m so sorry, that’s… wow, that’s probably the most humiliating thing I’ve ever done” She starts off looking at him, but ends up muttering to herself and looks away, still overwhelmed by the mortification of it all.

A small smile graces Megumi’s face, and in a moment of being true to his word, he musters up the courage to speak up before she could walk away and pretend this didn’t happen.

“It was more cute than humiliating,” He tells her, and she peeks back up at him in soft surprise.  “Maybe just a little embarrassing, just a little… but… still cute” His voice gets softer the longer she looks at him and he starts to lose the confidence he started out so strong with, but he still holds her gaze, hoping that she’ll know he means it.

“Cute?” She repeats in quiet disbelief.  Megumi nods back at her with absolute certainty and sincerity.

He gives into another bout of a confidence boost and takes a few steps forward, closing some of the space between them.  (y/n) practically scrambles to straighten up away from the doorframe, her shoulders squaring and her eyes widening as she watches him move towards her.

“And for what it’s worth, I think you have pretty eyes, too,” 

It’s quieter than he intends, but his words are effective in replacing the nervous tension in the room with something much more palpable.  The electricity buzzing between them was so thick they were practically choking on it.

(y/n) smiles, slow at first, processing the sudden compliment, and then all once.  Every inch of her skin warmed from the sweet words, and she’s not sure she’s ever felt flattery like this before.  She’s never taken a compliment so to heart, never known that she was going to go to sleep that night playing it over and over in her head.

Megumi’s eyes flicker between hers for a moment, admiring the way she lights up with delight before him, and then he opens his mouth again.

“They look just like my crush’s” 

Her brows furrow and despite that feeling of embarrassment spiking in her chest again, the corner of her lips curl into a smirk that gives into a smile almost immediately after.  Megumi’s clearly amused by this reaction, laughing to himself like he was so proud of his own tease.

“That’s so corny” She mutters, before stepping away from the doorway and closing the last bit of distance between them.

Despite his nerves he anticipates her movements, large hands finding purchase on her hips and practically yanking her the rest of the way that it takes to have her body against his.  There’s no extra time for words before their lips crash fast.  The kiss is surprisingly tender for how rushed their movements were, but it had them both melting into the other right away.

Her hands are gentle as they smooth over his shoulders before wrapping lightly at the nape of his neck.  Her fingers poke into the dark strands of hair that hang there, and when she curls a few locks between her index and middle finger, he presses his lips against hers with a little more fervor.

Even once they part from one another, neither one goes very far.  Gasping for air with lips still brushing each other’s, noses bumping, and hands still holding on tight all in the name of not putting an inch of distance between them.

Still no words are exchanged as they share a look before both glancing at the open doorway behind them.  It doesn’t take verbal communication for Megumi to reach behind her to grab the door by the handle and swing it shut.  The only sound that fills the room is the white noise buzzing from the dryer cycle, and the soft giggle that’s immediately suppressed by warm, inviting lips pressing against hers again.

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a/n: thank u again my amazing nanami flowershop anon for this really fun idea. also i just love playful megumi. he's so cute n shy <3

xoxo ~ jordie

[jeankluv]

The forgotten boy - Suguru Geto | Chapter 06

words: 3k

summary: He made a deal with the devil, over 1,000 years ago. Just for the sake of his loved ones but the deal came with a condition. Everyone he met from that moment on, would forget about his existence within minutes, and will be like that for the rest of the eternity

Like that Geto Suguru lived for 1,000 years, being forgotten by everyone he met, not being remembered by anyone and being alone.

"You remember me?"

You nodded. “Of course I do.” You smiled. “You have been coming here for a few days now. Always at the same hour and always asking for the same coffee.”

tags: angst, fluff, fantasy au, different lifetimes, dual pov, use of y/n, fem!character, modern settings but also past settings, eventual smut, destiny, characters death (in the flashbacks), blood

notes: it’s been a long time since I posted, but here there is a new chapter ❤️

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Suguru leaned against the lamppost in front of the building, waiting for the familiar figure to come out and go to work. According to the schedule he had posted on his refrigerator, he had to go to work at eight, so he would leave the house early.

Not even close to 10 minutes passed when Suguru saw his “friend” come out of his building with a shotgun. Allowing another 10 minutes to pass, to make sure that Nanami would not return, Suguru entered the building with a smile and went up to the floor. Although he had told you that he had lost the keys it was a lie, obviously, but that apartment didn't need keys to enter either. That was why it had been so easy for him to settle in that place.

Suguru got rid of his clothes and got into the shower. Letting the water run over his body, he relaxed and felt peace settle into him. He didn’t know how long he was under the warm water, but Suguru didn't care, he let the falling water take away the worries from his body, take away that disturbing feeling he had felt in the subway. He let it go down the drain.

With the towel wrapped around his waist and his hair still wet, Suguru left the bathroom and headed to the kitchen. The sun shone clearly in the sky and it seemed to Suguru that everything had much more color, as if the gray tones that had been accompanying him for so long were being painted in bright colors. And he knew who was responsible behind it.

“Wow… so this is the place you now call home?” A voice that passed through Suguru's body filled the silence of the house.

Suguru turned around in horror to confirm the owner of that voice. “Kenjaku…”

“Don’t look at me like that Suguru.” A smile was drawn on his face. “Haven’t you missed me? It’s been, how long since the last time 50, 60 years?”

“80.” Suguru said with his eyes narrowed.

“Oh yeah! 80 years, you were in Scotland at that time, right?” Kenjaku approached the fruit bowl and picked up one of the apples. “Back then the world was a mess, although now… humans are still just as useless.” Juice with the apple.

“Kenjaku, what are you doing here.” He demanded to know Suguru, as he crossed his arms.

“Checking on you. Lately you seem happy.” A shiver ran through Suguru upon hearing Kenjaku's words and he felt like his heart skipped a beat. “Don’t worry Suguru I won’t do anything, I was just curious.” He laughed.

“Stay away from her.” Suguru murmured with his fists clenched and his gaze sharp.

“Oh… yeah I will stay away.” He smiled, biting the apple. “Don’t worry.” Kenjaku moved across the kitchen and smiled at Suguru again. “Anyway, my dear Suguru.” He patted his shoulder gently. "We will see each other again."

A gust of wind came through the window causing Suguru to close his eyes tightly and by the time he opened them again the figure of that person, if you could call it that way, was no longer there. Suguru let the air out of his lungs and rested his hands on the kitchen island, looking for a foothold. His eyes then focused on the rotten apple that Kenjaku had left there.

The knot he had in his stomach became bigger and Suguru felt himself trembling at that moment. He knew Kenjaku well enough to know that many times his words and promises were empty.

Taking the apple, he threw it in the trash and leaned against the cold wall of the apartment, with his eyes closed and thinking about that blurry memory.

—1,000 years ago

Suguru was exhausted, he didn't even know how many days they had been in that place. But it seemed that the curses and everything that was before them could not be defeated.

He rested his forehead on his hand and sighed looking at the map of the territory where they were. They were far from the capital Heian-kyō but if those curses continued to advance at the rate they did, they could reach the capital before winter arrived and that would be catastrophic.

At 6 years old he didn't want to believe the stories of his best friend's mother, but 20 years later there he was trying to find a way to stop those monsters.

It had been 10 years since Suguru, along with Satoru had left their hometown and joined the ranks of the emperor's army as cadets, hoping to one day occupy the highest positions. The first great honor came when they were both 21, after defeating a high ranked evil spirit, the two best friends were received with honor by the emperor and promoted in their rank.

After that the two continued to achieve success and now at 26, Suguru was general of one of the divisions. Suguru's division was near Fuji, in fact the soldiers could admire how the mountain rose in the distance with just stepping outside their tents. Meanwhile the division led by Satoru was located near the capital, in the Owari area.

Suguru punched one of the map figurines and tilted his head back, letting out a big sigh in the process. He was tired of fighting so much, he just wanted to return home once and for all.

“General Geto.” A young voice interrupted his thoughts.

Suguru fixed his gaze on the young boy that was standing in front of him, he probably wasn’t older than 18 years but Suguru could tell his determination was strong. “Yes?”

“That monk is here again.” Suguru sighed and touched his temple, trying to calm down the pain on his head. “He wants to talk with you.”

Suguru resentfully nodded. “Let him in.” The boy nodded and left the tent.

No more than 5 minutes passed when that person that Suguru had already met, entered. The atmosphere inside the tent changed drastically and Suguru felt the hair on his entire body stand on end. He didn't understand why he let him enter or talk to him, when that person's entire aura screamed danger.

“Hello general Geto.” The monk smiled at him and a shiver ran down Suguru's spine, that smile did not bring him any good feeling.

“You have been trying to see me for the last three weeks.” Suguru composed himself and tried to look as rough as possible, without showing an iota of weakness.

“Oh just, you know these curses are really strong and I think my help could be useful.”

Suguru shook his head. “Can a monk do anything against those curses, specifically against the king?” Suguru replied.

“General Geto, I am not a monk.” A smile appeared on his face. “I am a sorcerer and of course I can help you defeat them.”

Suguru bit his tongue, the idea sounded tempting but he didn't like that person. He knew there was something in his aura that worried him and he wanted him away from there as soon as possible.

“We don’t need your help.” Suguru sentenced and pointed to the exit for that person to leave.

The person laughed and stood up walking towards the exit. “My name is Kenjaku.” He smiled. “When you need me, General Geto just call me and we can make a deal.”

And in the blink of an eye the one who had called himself Kenjaku disappeared from Suguru's sight as if he had never been there. Suguru dropped into his chair and touched his chest, hoping that his heart was still there. He did not understand what that meeting had been, nor that gloomy aura that he had felt. But he just hoped it was the last time he would have to witness it.

—Present day

With his hand again on his chest Suguru checked if his heart was still there. It was.

Suguru leaned back and took a deep breath, feeling how his chest was squeezing him and not letting him breathe. He didn't trust Kenjaku or his intentions, for 1,000 years he had made him suffer and he knew it wasn't going to end.

Suguru was afraid, he was terrified. For the first time in a long time he had found something that made him happy, that made him feel alive and he wanted to continue exploring it but knowing that Kenjaku's threat could harm you... Suguru wanted to continue being happy like those few days, he wanted to continue going to your cafeteria and be welcomed with your smile. He knew his heart could be full thanks to you, you would fill it with your voice and your warmth.

Suguru clenched his fists and a growl came from the back of his throat, he needed to clear his head and in that apartment, which didn't belong to him, he couldn't do it. Changing his clothes and preparing a small bag with some changes, he left Nanami's apartment.

Suguru left the building and began to walk, aimlessly, only knowing that he needed to clear the storm of anguish and agony that had formed in his mind with Kenjaku's appearance before him.

On the other side of the city, you moved behind the bar, preparing coffees and whatever they asked for non-stop. Apparently all the customers had decided to come to the cafeteria at the same time. You and Yuji had not been able to take a single break since you had opened the cafeteria that day and your legs were already feeling the pain.

“Hello!” A singing voice made you look up.

You smiled when you saw who it was, despite wearing her dark glasses and her mouth mask, you could identify your best friend anywhere. “Hime!” You greeted with a smile.

“How are you?” She asked.

“Pretty busy as you can see.” You looked around. “I don’t know why we have so many customers here today.”

“Yeah…” She laughed. “That might be my fault.”

You looked at her confused. “What did you do?”

“I posted a picture with one of your cups and…” She looked around and then at you shrugging her shoulder.

“I can’t believe you.” You sighed. “I mean thanks but isn't it a bit risky to come here?”

“Yeah but I wanted to see how you were handling things.”

“I’m a bit tired but… it’s okay.” You smiled.

“Tomorrow it’s your free day, right?” Utahime took your hand. “Let me invite you to a spa or something.”

“I can’t.” Utahime tilted her head confused. “I have a date.” You smiled shyly.

“What?!” She gasped with a loud scream.

Everyone on the place turned to look at both of you and it that moment you realize how fucked Utahime was, because it was clear that some people recognize her.

“Shit…” She whispered.

“Yeah…” You took her hand and guide her to the back where only employees could enter.

People began to crowd around with their cell phones taking photos of Utahime and shouting her name. Sometimes you wondered how your friend could endure all that, how she didn't get dizzy with the flashes and the screams of all the people.

“I’m so sorry y/n…” She said, taking off her glasses and mask.

“It’s okay, after all you are a superstar.” You smiled, not giving much importance to the matter.

“Still…” She sighed and sat down on a chair.

“Hime, don’t give yourself a hard time for this, it’s okay…”

Utahime nodded and then smiled. “Now tell me about your date.”

“Oh…” You chuckled feeling your cheeks burn. “Well, he is a customer that usually comes here.” Utahime was paying full attention to your words, with her gaze being completely focused on you. “We… well we actually went to eat lunch a few days ago and tomorrow we will be meeting again.” You played with your hands.

Utahime had her mouth completely opened, processing your words. “How come you didn’t tell me anything?”

“I don’t know, a lot of things happened.” You pursed your lips remembering what happened yesterday.

“Shoko told me.” Utahime said. “Those ugly bastards don’t know anything about art.”

“They are from an art gallery…”

“Still, they are tasteless. Your paintings are amazing, breathtaking, god they deserve to be exposed in the best museums.” Utahime said angrily. “You know that I can take them down, right?”

Of course you knew how powerful Utahime was and how her words were able to make others fall. “I know, but there is no need.” You sat on the chair. “I just need to become better… that’s it.” You sadly smiled.

“Y/n…” Utahime murmured.

“You know.” You stood up. “I should go out there, poor Yuji is all on his own.”

“Yeah, yeah.” She nodded. “I’m sorry for all that.” She pointed to the outside.

You shook your head. “Now maybe we’ll get more tips.” You joked. “You already know where the emergency exit is, right?” Utahime nodded. “Well, then I'll see you soon?”

"Probably." Utahime stood up. “I have some pending matters and I am starting to prepare the next album but we can meet.” She smiled. “Because I'm going to need to know more about that date of yours.”

“I know the three of you will give me a hard time.” You joked.

“Yuki is also seeing someone so, me and Shoko, we will be giving both of you a hard time.” She joked back. “Take care.” She hugged.

“You too Hime.” You waved goodbye at her and went back to work.

The place was so crowded and Yuji behind the counter seemed to be trying to make everything the best he could. You quickly started serving and attending the new customers, most of them were looking for Utahime or were there because of her post and asking for the same coffee as her.

Once the last customer was served, you looked at Yuji and sighed in relief.

“Y/n…” Yuji spoke and you hummed in response. “You know Utahime?!” He said out loud.

“Yuji! Lower your voice.” You said, noticing how the eyes of the customers were on you.

“Sorry… but for real, you know her?”

You nodded and Yuji gasped in response. “We went to high school together and she is one of my closest friends.” Yuji had his mouth opened. “Why are you so shocked?”

“It’s just… that wow, you know more famous people?” He asked and you shook your head. “Oh…”

“Why? Do you have a favorite celebrity or something?” You tilted your head scanning his face.

“Yes!” He smiled wildly. “I love Megan Thee Stallion.” You opened your mouth in surprise.

���I don’t know if she knows Megan personally, I could ask her and maybe get you something.” Yuji looked at you with his eyes wide open.

“You would?” You nodded. “Oh! I love you so much y/n.”

You giggled and shook your head. “I can’t promise you much but I will do what I can.” Yuji nodded enthusiastically and turned to keep working.

You did the same and with your mind set on work, your workday passed in a flash. You said goodbye to Yuji at the train station and like every day you stood near one of the large windows so you could see the views of the dazzling city.

Without being able to help it, your mind wandered to Suguru and the date you would both share tomorrow. Covering your smile with your hand, you left the station and began walking towards home. The atmosphere was pleasant, the trees were beginning to bloom and the days were slowly beginning to get longer, which filled your heart with immense warmth.

“Y/n?” You turned around to look at the person calling out your name.

When you turned completely you ran into a man you didn't know, he was about 40 years old and was wearing elegant clothes.

“Excuse me, you called me?” You said doubtfully and with the alarms set.

The man smiled, a smile that made your skin crawl. “Yes, but I just wanted to see your face more clearly. 10 freckles huh?”

After saying that, the man turned on his heel and began to cross the street. When you wanted to get a better look at him, he had already disappeared. You hadn't noticed how your breathing had become labored and you had to hold on to breathe properly again.

Who was that man? And why and how did he know your name? Turning on your heels you ran to your apartment and when you got there you closed the door with all the possible bolts.

Your entire body was trembling, that smile and look had left you completely paralyzed.

Blue approached you and began to give you affection, you smiled when you saw your cat and took her in your arms, feeling the warmth of your animal against you. You stayed on the ground hugging Blue for a long time, it wasn't until Blue started meowing for food that you had the strength to get up.

That disturbing feeling was still in your body and it seemed like it didn't want to go away.

You wanted to get up tomorrow and see Suguru. As crazy as it seemed, he gave you an unimaginable security and you wish that he was with you at that precise moment to calm you down like he did after you had that nightmare.

Dragging your feet as if you were carrying something heavy attached to your feet, you sat on your couch and picked up your sketchbook. You began to draw, first Blue, then the landscape that you could see from your window, then Suguru and then you began to draw the nightmare and finally the face of that man.

With another shiver running through your body from your feet to the last hair of your hair, you slammed the notebook shut and closed your eyes, trying to forget that image and sensation.

You laid down on your stomach and tried to sleep and prayed for that man not to appear in your dreams.

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More Captainx2 bad end :3

They searched through the vast void that they had found themselves in. Nothing in sight, it reminded Raph of the afterlife he was stuck in- were they dead? Something at the corner of their eye snapped them out of it. An orange spotted cat looked up at them meowing gleefully and beyond the spotted cat was another. A cat with a complete coat of orange and a bandana wrapped around its head sat still, glaring at them. The spotted cat jumped into their arms and they felt a familiar warmth as a glowing circle of dripping orange surrounded them. 

“You are truly hopeless and yet he still believes in you.” The faraway cat spoke.

Before they could respond they were falling through an orange portal and the two cats peeked over the edge. They reached a hand out to the spotted cat growing ever farther from them. 

“MIKEY!” They shot up in the bed and gave a surprise yelp at the turtle right in front of them who also jolted. Sword- no wait. Casey- smaller brothers- oh right we’re in the past. They took a deep breath. 

“Um, are you okay? Do I need to get Donnie?” Mikey was basically sitting on top of their legs fiddling with his hands- why are they bandaged? 

“Ah no, we’re fine- just a bad dream.”

“Oh. Well um” He looked like he was going to barf- or getting ready to say a lot. Oh boy we’re in for an earful aren’t we…

“If that’s the case...” Mikey jumped up to his face shaking him as he spoke

“ARE YOU REALLY FROM THE FUTURE? HOW DID YOU AND RAPH GET INTO THIS WHOLE SITUATION? CASEY SAID I HAD HAIR IN THE FUTURE. WAS I BEAUTIFUL? WHEN DID I START GROWING IT? WHAT HAIR PRODUCTS DO I NEED? DO YOU GUYS SHARE DREAMS? DOES ONE CONTROL THE LEFT ARM AND THE OTHER THE RIGHT? DO YOU-“ Leo put his left hand over Mikey’s still moving mouth.

“I’m stopping you right there. One question at a time.” They tried to put their right arm on his shoulder but -

“Where’s my arm!?” They flailed around the nub on their right. Oh heavens It felt so much lighter.

“Oh right! Donnie pried it off while you were sleeping, that thing cannot be comfortable man!” Mikey responded

“Ah, it’s not too bad, actually I haven’t taken it off since I got it.”

“What! Why!” Mikey looked ready for a Dr. Delicate Touch treatment.

“Well, we never really figured out how to take it off ourselves and Dee was always busy and uh we just kind of kept it on…??” 

Mikey glared at him, and Leo saw his sword leaning against the wall. Before taking in the two bandanas tied to it, he snapped his sight away to a sketchbook on the side of the bed- was Mikey waiting for them to wake up? Mikey followed their gaze and lit up at the sketchbook.

“Oh! I was drawing while waiting for you to wake up! It’s you! -er both of you!” 

He held up the open sketchbook that had the captains drawn on. They beamed at the drawing, though Raph always felt a little nauseous looking in the mirror, he could never not be amazed by his baby brother's amazing art skills. 

“Wow, that’s amazing Mikey! I almost forgot how amazing you were at this…” Leo almost whispered the last part then quickly snapped their thoughts away. “I’m always flattered to be your one and only good looking model!”

“Real humble Leo.” Raph interjected.

That got Mikey chuckling,  they chuckled too and rubbed their hand on Mikey’s head. 

“This is real good though, thanks.” They looked at it a bit more, then Leo remembered,

“So how long were we out for?” 

“Two days.” Mikey said casually

“Ah.”  The captains are not really shocked at this point. They’ve slept in longer than they are proud to admit before, but it wasn’t their fault!- technically. 

“Oh right! You need to eat! I'll go make lunch and call you over okay?” 

“Alright, thanks.” With their response Mikey jumped off the bed and carefully closed the door behind him. They almost didn’t want him to leave. They gave a sigh and looked around the room. This is the med bay right? Yeah I don’t remember it being this clean though or having so much actual medical stuff. Right. They found their clothing nicely folded up on the desk next to him next to a few medicine bottles. They checked and found paper stuck to them reading “ONLY TAKE 2 OR YOUR ARMS GOING IN THE NYC RIVER!!” Okay Raph this MIGHT be from Donnie! Really?? What gave it away? Just a lucky guess. Leo took three out- Raph made him put one back- and swallowed it with a glass of water that was there. They got dressed and opted out of the scarf since it kept getting stuck under their nub of an arm - sadly. They reached for the door knob and paused. You think we're going to wake up anytime soon Raph? Leo… I don’t think we're dreaming- What if it's like last time? We didn’t know we were seeing illusions caused by you know who until we were snapped out. If I’m honest I’m thinking the same thing, but we have to be realistic. The food smells good. Let's go. They opened the door. 

[teamangelabaker80]

First Time [NSFW]

Warning ��️ Smut

Request and partial credit: @chanbien

I nervously stepped into the bustling campgrounds, feeling like a fish out of water as a new arrival at Sleepaway Camp. As I scanned the sea of unfamiliar faces, my gaze landed on a striking figure standing off to the side, her expression unreadable as she observed the chaos around her. Angela Baker.

Intrigued by her quiet demeanor amidst the noisy crowd, I mustered up the courage to approach her. To my surprise, Angela welcomed me with a warm smile, her eyes sparkling with a hint of mischief that belied her usually reserved nature. We quickly found common ground, bonding over shared interests and inside jokes that only we seemed to understand.

As the days turned into weeks, our friendship blossomed into something deeper. I found myself drawn to Angela in ways I couldn't explain, my heart skipping a beat whenever she flashed me that shy smile or brushed against my hand in passing. It was as if we were two puzzle pieces that fit perfectly together, creating a sense of completeness I had never experienced before.

Soon, our late-night conversations turned into stolen glances and lingering touches, the unspoken tension between us growing with each passing moment. And when Angela finally mustered up the courage to confess her feelings for me under the starlit sky, I knew that I had found something truly special in the enigmatic girl who had captured my heart.

Together, Angela and I navigated the ups and downs of camp life, supporting each other through challenges and triumphs with unwavering loyalty and love. In each other's arms, we found solace and strength, our bond deepening with every shared laugh, every tender kiss, and every whispered "I love you."

That night is the night when Angela have taken me out for a date after an encounter with rude counselors, she brought me to a hidden cabin that is not too far from the camp. She then closed the door before smashing her lips onto mine.

Tongues started to swirl as I tried to fight for dominance as Angela have beaten me to it. She removed my shirt that I wore before going to my neck. My back arched when she gave me a few bites on my neck until she found a certain spot on my neck and started to abuse it.

“Ahh~.” You moaned

Angela continues to abuse my spot before going back to my lips and pushes me onto the bed. Even though she told me that she’s a boy before, I respect her as she looked at me with lust.

“I haven’t done this for a long time so you have to teach me.” Angela said.

“I will teach you honey. Now I want you to remove my shorts.” You said

Angela slowly nodded as she carefully removed my shorts off, exposing my pretty punk rock panties I brought. I told her to remove them to which she have no time as I look at her.

“Wow… clean.” Angela said

“Hehe now let’s start this slowly. You can move your fingers on my core.

Angela nodded before carefully going in between my thighs before I felt her tongue latching onto my core. I gasped out in pleasure before slowly arching my back.

“Fuck~ mm Angela.” You moaned

Angela started off slowly since this is her actual first time. I keep on moaning in bliss while my hand move straight to her hair, holding it as I grind against her tongue.

“A-Angela… mm this feels good.” You moaned

I felt a pit growing in my lower part of my body as I felt my first orgasm is coming.

“Angela… I-I’m close!” You warned

Angela keeps going which made me let out a loud moan of pleasure as my release came out. I panted as Angela pulled away and I look at her lips.

“How did I do?” Angela asked

“Great. Now let me do the same to you.” You said

I carefully removed Angela’s clothes and that’s when I noticed a tent. I can tell that she is hard and she is blushing a bit. I slowly removed off her bottom clothes and then I slowly lick the tip before placing my whole mouth on it which made her let out a little squeak at first but she let out a moan of pleasure. I moved my head up and down as she gripped my head.

“Ahh Y-Y/N… mm what are you doing to me?” Angela asked while moaning

I pulled away as I look at her.

“I’m giving you something called oral. Now just relax.” You said

Angela nodded as I continue moving my mouth. For a chick, I can tell that she is probably around 6 inches since she is a boy. I started to go faster as Angela let out a moan as I felt her member twitch and throb. I can tell she is getting close.

“Something is coming!!” Angela warned

Angela then pushed my face so close as I taste her sweet release as she let out a loud groan on pleasure. I slowly pulled away as she panted.

“How was that?” You asked

“Wow…. That was.. incredible. I didn’t know you can do that.” Angela said

“Want me to keep on going?” You asked

“I want to learn more.” Angela said

I nodded and I begin to take my little pill I have which won’t get me pregnant.

“Now the final part. We will do two positions. Now put it in me.” You said

“I don’t want to hurt you.” Angela said

“I know but let’s started it off slow.” You said

Angela nodded as she slowly went in between my legs. I felt her member grinding on my core which made me shiver and then I felt her slowly entering in me. I gasped and gripped her back as she let out a groan while slowly entering into me.

“Fuck!!!” Angela swore

Once she is fully in, I wrapped my arms around her head as I am about to lose my V-card to the perfect person.

“Now pull out slowly and push right back in.” You said

Angela then slowly pulled out a bit before using her hips to go right back in, letting out a moan. I nodded for her to do it again to which she did as she started to thrust slowly.

“So tight~.” Angela groaned

The bed started to move slow but to be honest, I don’t care. I have to teach Angela about intimacy I was moaning in bliss and tell her to go faster, to which she did as we both let out pleasurable moans of ecstasy and bliss.

“Angela!! Angela!! Mm fuck me more!” You moaned

Angela groaned and went deeper and harder, hitting my spot which made me cry out in pleasure. She leaned in before kissing my lips with passion as she moans into the kiss before pulling away.

“I’m close!” Angela warned

“Fill me up!” You moaned

After around 10 rough and hard thrusts, she let out a loud groan as she came into me but this was the first position we did. She slowly pulled out and lay on her back as I slowly went over as my core is leaking out before going over to Angela’s member which is a bit hard.

“Now Angela, here’s number 2. I’m going to ride you. Hold my hips and enjoy.” You panted

I started to slide down slowly as Angela gripped my hips as I started to bounce up and down, moaning out her name in pleasure. Angela bit her lips as I keep riding her.

“Y/N!! Mmm so good!” Angela moaned I rode her faster as she moved her hips as the sound of the bed bouncing combined with our skins slapping is the best thing ever.

“I’m close!!” Angela warned

“With me! Let it out!” You moaned

After around 8 more thrusts, Angela let out a moan as she came as I rode out my orgasm as we both screamed out each other’s names. I panted as Angela carefully lifted me off of her member and cuddled me close.

“Wow… that was fantastic. Thank you.” Angela panted

“Say maybe one day, I can teach you more of those things.” You giggled

“That would be delightful.” Angela nodded

Angela kissed my lips as I kissed back with her before we both cuddle together while sleeping. I think I can teach Angela more of those positions another day.

[jacksonroseroth]

~The Price~Chapter 22~

Moodboard made by @badwolf-in-the-impala none of the pictures are ours

Warnings-Some smut

~

Tristan sat at the table with a redhead, his arm around her as he gazed at her adoringly as she spoke. His blue eyes sparkled as she laughed, his own chuckle slipping loose before he pressed a kiss to her cheek. The redhead stopped talking as her cheeks turned pink, then kissed him, quickly. Theo sat opposite  his twin, with a blonde that the red head was speaking with. She sat back with a soft giggle, exchanging amused looks with Theo before they engaged in their own conversation as the door opened and Thatcher led Taddie inside.

Taddie took a deep breath as she looked around the room, seeing Thomas in the corner with a black haired woman, who had the same stark blue eyes Thomas had. When they landed on Taddie and the woman’s brow raised, Taddie quickly looked away and gripped Thatcher’s hand as he led her to the table. Theo turned as Thatcher held out Taddie’s chair for her, smiling as he said, “Glad you could join us.”

“Shut up, Theo.” Thatcher shot at him with a smirk. Sliding his hand over Taddie’s shoulder he chuckled, then said, “Taddie, this is my little brother, Theo, Tristan’s twin. And this is his wife, Luna.”

“It’s nice to meet you. Thatcher’s told us a lot about you.” Luna said with a sweet smile. Taddie returned it and nodded at them both, then stopped and raised a brow, turning to look up at Thatcher.

“So, you’ve told everyone about me?” Taddie asked with a soft giggle. Thatcher chuckled, stooping down to press a kiss to her cheek before he said, “All good things, kitten. All goods things.”

Thatcher took his seat beside her as he gestured across the table as he said, “You remember Tristan-This is his girlfriend, Leah. Ah-Uh--Luna and Leah are cousins and they’re both in fashion.”

“Really? Wow. How did you end up meeting both brothers? Twins?” Taddie asked with a soft laugh. Laughter swept the table before Leah sat forward and said, “I’m 3 years younger than Luna. She came to Virginia to open a store for her company and met Theo, 3 years later, I was out of college and needed a job. She offered me one and Theo introduced us on a blind date.”

“That’s sweet. How long have you been dating?” Taddie asked as Thatcher slid his arm around her waist. Instinctively, she leaned against him and he chuckled as he nuzzled her curls, lightly.

“Two years-Three, this upcoming February.” Tristan said with a wide, practically giddy smile. Taddie bit her lip, knowing the possible reason behind it, but she held her tongue, simply smiling at them as Tristan tugged Leah closer, tickling her sides and making her squirm around until she’d pushed his hands away. Taddie’s hand slid over Thatcher’s thigh and he slid his free hand over her arm, lightly.

Luna turned to the new couple and asked, “How long have you been dating Thatcher? We’ve only been hearing about you for a month or two now.”

“Oh, um…” Taddie quickly looked up to Thatcher with drawn brows that she quickly relaxed once he gave her a nod and quickly whispered to her. She pulled her smile back to her face as she let out a soft giggle and said, “Well, it honestly feels like it’s only been a week…But since-since March? I-I’ve been really busy with work and so has he-We didn’t get to see each other often until recently.”

Thatcher’s lips skewed in a smirk as he exchanged a knowing look with Tristan as Leah asked, “What do you do for work? Thatcher mentioned you were a painter?”

“Oh…Y-Yeah, uh--In my off time? I, um, I haven’t done anything new in a while, but, um, I actually work at the Wench…I’m a, uh, a bar-bartender…” Taddie said, her confidence quickly melting away as she suddenly felt inferior around them. Thatcher gave her hip a squeeze and gave Theo a look.

Theo quickly shifted toward her and said, “Are you the one that talks back to Jimmy and Hudson? The town bullies? Thatch has told us about some of the spats--This is the same woman?”

Taddie’s cheeks went red as she gave a sheepish smile, shooting Thatcher a look that made him smirk down at her and give her a squeeze. “What? You’re feisty, I like it…I’ve gotta brag a little bit, baby.” He said, pressing a kiss to her temple.

“Is that where you’ve been spending all your time lately, Thatcher? In a bar?” The raven haired woman asked with a smirk as Thomas led her to the table, pulling out the chair next to Leah. Taddie’s smile faded as Thomas and his wife sat down, an uneasy silence settling over the brothers as Thatcher cleared his throat and said, “Taddie, you remember my older brother, Thomas--His wife, Lara. Lara’s a former supermodel, when she married Tommy, she retired.”

“O-Oh. Wow. Um, well, it-it’s nice to meet you.” Taddie said, her wide smile shaking, lightly, now feeling like an absolute peasant sitting at a table to kings and much more accomplished women. Lara gave her a polite nod and a friendly smile as the doors opened again. The brothers all turned and quickly stood, making Taddie jump, half rising until she saw the women all remained seated. Taddie shifted and bit her lip, taking a deep breath as she glanced over her shoulder, seeing Tyr and Tora walk in. Thomas moved from his seat as Tyr stopped at one end of the table, Tora going to the other. Thomas pulled out his mother’s seat, tucking it in as she sat, the men all sitting as she did.

Thatcher shifted in his seat then gave Taddie a warm smile as he slid a hand over her thigh. She covered his hand, lacing her fingers over top of hers as she let out a soft sigh. He lifted her hand to kiss the back of it, then kissed her temple. Tyr watched his son with his new woman, eyeing the girl closely. He had excused himself rather quickly because something about her had brought up an old, very painful memory and he went to his office to leaf through a few old photo albums. Staring at her now, Tyr had the feeling he knew this girl, and shuddered at the reason why it might be.

The table was soon loud with the clinking and scraping of utensils against ceramic as everyone served themselves and started their own conversations. Taddie took a deep breath and glanced around the table, unsure of what to reach for first. Before she could decide, Thatcher picked up her plate and nodded at Tristan as he said, “Tris-Gimmie some meat and potatoes.”

“Salad? Beans?” Tristan asked as he put three pieces of rare steak onto Taddie’s plate then gave a hearty helping of mashed potatoes.

“Some salad, no beans…Thanks, brother.” Thatcher said, pulling the plate back once the salad was on it, setting it in front of Taddie again. She looked up at him with a soft giggle and curled her arm around his, briefly. “Eat, kitten.”

“Thank you, Thatcher.” Taddie whispered back, her eyes closing with a wide smile as he pressed a kiss to her temple, then began cutting up his steak. Taddie did the same, then took a few bites of her salad before she stabbed at the steak, dragging it through the potatoes. She ate in silence beside Thatcher for a while, until Tora piped up with a question.

“Taddie-Are you from Roanoke? Or native to Virginia?” Tora asked before she slipped a bite of steak into her mouth and chewed. Taddie’s head shot up and her eyes darted around.

“U-Um, no, ac-actually. I moved here with a friend about a year ago? This is her hometown.” Taddie said with a small smile. Tora nodded then gave her a friendly smile before she rebuttled with, “Where are you from?”

“Um…We, uh, we moved from California. LA area.” Taddie said as her blush deepened and spread to her chest, her eyes turning back to her plate. Thatcher watched her as he chewed, slowly, furrowing his brow with concern.

Tora raised a brow and exchanged a glance with Tyr before she asked, “So, you’re from California?”

Taddie closed her eyes and took a deep breath before she lifted her head to look at Tora as she said, “I, um, I-I--I actually don’t know where I’m from? I, um, I lost my parents in a freak accident when I was 5…I-I don’t really remember much before or after the accident.”

Thatcher quickly put down his fork and slid his hand over her back, up under her curls to the back of her neck. Tora’s features softened as she let out a soft sigh, feeling for the young woman, while Tyr tried not to let in interest show too much as he cleared his throat and said, “I am very sorry to hear that, child. You…Were not in the crash, correct?”

“I was. They were bringing me back from an art show with one of their friends…I, um, I’ve always known I wanted to be a painter and they-they made sure that got nurtured…A-As best they could anyway.” Taddie said, quietly. Something wet fell onto her hand and she let out a soft gasp, quickly turning away from everyone as she said, “Oh, f-I-I’m sorry. I’m-I didn’t mean to cry, I-”

“It’s hard for anyone to remember and talk about, Taddie. It’s completely understandable.” Tora said, watching as her son quickly and gently lifted her chin to wipe her face, Taddie pressing her hands to his chest for a moment with a sniffle and a soft sigh. Taddie closed her eyes as Thatcher swiped his thumbs under her eyes, then dropped a light kiss to her lips before dropping his hands, one hand slipping under her chin, cradling it gently.

“I’m okay, Patch--I-I actually don’t-don’t talk about them…Because I don’t remember.” Taddie said, clearing her throat, lightly, as she turned back to the table, glancing around quickly. Luna and Leah both gave her sympathetic looks, while Thomas and Lara’s faces remained more or less neutral. She didn’t bother to look at either Tora or Tyr, simply casting her gaze down as her skin went prickly and she said, quietly, “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to ruin the mood…”

“Not at all. As you can see--Family is very important to us. I’m sorry about your parents, Taddie.” Tora said, sympathetically, giving her a soft smile as she glanced up at her. Taddie gave one back though it didn’t last and she shifted in her seat, pushing the steak around with her fork before she set it down and tucked her hands under the table. She took a deep breath as Tristan and Theo picked the conversations back up, and she closed her eyes with a frustrated sigh.

“Kitten, it’s okay. Don’t beat yourself up…Please eat, love?” Thatcher whispered to her, easing his arm around her waist and rubbing his hand over her thigh. Taddie nodded along and stared down at her plate, locked in a flashback for a moment before she blinked and looked up at him. “Are you with me, Princess?”

“Yes. Yeah, yeah, I’m-I’m here, Patch.” Taddie said, with a steadying breath, laying a hand to his chest, briefly. Tristan choked on his wine as he took a sip and Theo whipped his head over toward the couple with a smirk.

“What did you just call him?” Theo asked with an amused chuckle. Taddie had picked up her fork again, then stopped, first looking at Tristan, then to Theo.

“What?”

“Did you j-just call him--Oh, God--Patch?” Tristan wheezed out in between coughing fits. Leah firmly pat her hand on his back, drawing her brows together until he waved a hand at her, patting her thigh, lightly. “I’m fine, my darling. Wrong pipe--Did you just call him Patch?”

“I-Y-Yeah? Why? What-?” Taddie asked, looking between the twins, then up to Thatcher as his face was now red, but he still smiled and chuckled as he said, “Jaq was the only one that ever called me that.”

“You’ve taken her to get fitted?” Tora asked, raising a brow at Thatcher, caught off guard. Lara nodded and nudged Thomas as she said, “I knew I recognized the pattern-Tom, it’s the first dress you bought for me.”

“You never told us you took her to be fitted, son?” Tyr said, raising a brow at his middle child, surprised.

“Okay, everyone can relax--She’s only been fitted for a dress for Christmas dinner. What she’s wearing-It’s one of the pieces he already had made. She hasn’t been fitted yet.” Thatcher said, sweeping his gaze around the table, stopping at his mother, who had narrowed her gaze, lightly.

“Exactly…How long have you been…Seeing my son, Taddie?” Tora asked, an edge of judgement to her tone. It made Taddie flinch and she took a deep breath before looking up at her.

“Since March. So, about 8 or 9 months, give or take.” Taddie said, trying to keep her voice as strong as possible. Tora nodded, pursing her lips, lightly, as she reached for her glass as she asked, “When did my son first take you to see Jaq? That is a spring print you’re wearing.”

Tora narrowed her gaze at Thatcher as she took a deep swig of her wine before Taddie said, “Actually, on Monday. I’ve been busy with work, we didn’t have much time together until now.”

“Busy with your painting? My son tells me you are a painter.” Tora said, almost bored. Tyr cleared his throat and shot his wife a look, but Taddie answered anyway, “Actually, no, I paint when I can. I hope to be a painter one day…But for now, I’m a barmaid at the Drunken Wench.”

“So, my son, Tristan, controls your schedule, you didn’t think to ask for some accommodations to see Thatcher?” Tora asked.

“Mother-”

“Tora-”

“I actually didn’t want special treatment. I’m the back bone of my team and I’d never just abandon them--Not even for my boyfriend.” Taddie said. She opened her mouth to add something else, then stopped, snapping her mouth shut and turning her gaze back to her plate, glaring at it.

“Go on, child. What else do you want to say?” Tora asked, setting her glass down and leaning her elbows on the table.

“Mother, please-” Thatcher started, but Taddie cut him off as she said, “If the actual bar manager did his job, I wouldn’t need to do several in order to support my girls. I play bar manager, waitress, bartender, busboy, and bouncer. You might have guys at the door letting whoever is of age in, but I’m the one that boots them back out when they get nasty and start badgering and assaulting my girls. I apologize if this isn’t worthy of missing time with your son…”

Thatcher ducked his head down, hiding a prideful smirk and giving Taddie’s hip a squeeze. Tora sat back with a satisfied smirk on her face as she nodded along, then said, “Very well, then.”

Taddie let out a light sigh, pushing at her food again as the conversations picked up once more. She felt overwhelmingly frustrated that she didn’t feel like she belonged here, despite what Thatcher said; She felt like she was being ripped apart by his family because they saw through her. Taddie slowly lifted her gaze, seeing Tristan giving her a smirk and an approving nod, earning the same from Leah, who gave Taddie a warm smile. It put Taddie a little more at ease, knowing she at least had Tristan on her side, but she still felt uncomfortable. She stayed quiet throughout the rest of dinner, picking at her food as Thatcher urged her to.

Finally, Tyr called for them to take a few minutes before they regathered in the library for coffee and desserts. Taddie quickly tossed her napkin onto her half eaten plate about to push away from the table, but the men quickly stood and shifted behind their women’s chairs, pulling them out as they stood. Taddie gripped the edge of the table as she scrambled to stand with them, Thatcher quickly taking her hand and guiding her around to him. He held her close as his brothers left, along with his parents, Thatcher and Taddie trailing behind. Instead of going back to the foyer and going up to his room, Thatcher led her further into the mansion, to a back room. As he reached the door, Thatcher stopped and turned to her with a smirk.

“Close your eyes.” He said.

“Why?” She asked, narrowing her eyes at him with a small smirk. He chuckled and pulled her closer, rumbling out, “Close. Your. Eyes.”

“Yes, Sir.” Taddie said, biting her lip as she closed her eyes, gripping his shirt as she heard him open the door, then he guided her into the room, keeping a hand on her hip. She heard the door close behind him and she let out a nervous giggle, feeling for his arms then gripping them as he moved her into the room more. “Oh, Th-Thatcher--Patch, careful!”

“I’ve got you, kitten. There’s nothing in front of you-Do you trust me?” Thatcher purred in her ear. Taddie let out a soft sigh and nodded, relaxing back against him as he walked her a few more steps in, then stopped her. “Open your eyes, kitten.”

Taddie let out a light gasp, giving his hands a squeeze, then chuckled as she opened her eyes, a louder gasp escaping her lips as she saw all of her work that she’d shown him hours earlier mounted around the room, piles of blank canvases sitting beside a number of easels. Thatcher chuckled and let go of her hips as Taddie wandered to the window, that went from ceiling to floor and wall to wall, showing the backyard and the forest that was covered in a thick, undisturbed layer of snow. Thatcher came up behind her as she pressed her hand to the glass, looking around as her eyes filled with tears.

Feeling his hands slide over her hips, Taddie turned to him with a sniffle and started, “Thatcher, what-?”

“Merry Christmas, Princess.” Thatcher said, cupping her jaw and tilting her chin back to kiss her deep and slow. Taddie kissed him back, digging her fingers into his waistband and tugging him closer. He held her hip as he walked her back a few steps, until her back hit the windows.

“Thatcher, this is too much--We’re not here that long, I’m not gonna have time to-”

“We’re gonna be here every weekend for the next month. You’ll have all the time in the world and I needed a way to give that to you.” He said, caressing his thumb over her lips, slowly, beginning to grind against her, briefly, then pulled back with a soft grunt. She let her lips part as he traced them, then let a light moan escape her as her hands slid to his hips, tugging him back to her.

“Thank you, Patch. This means a lot to me.” She whispered with a soft sniffle, her lips curving into a smile as she let out a light, wet giggle. Before he could comment on her tears, she slid her lips over his in a passionate kiss, guiding his hands under her blouse. She was thankful the skirt had enough give to it, that she easily gathered it up enough to still keep herself covered as she slipped her leg over his hip, pulling him closer. “Please, Thatcher--I want to, I want you.”

With a groan, Thatcher gripped her hips, then pushed his hands over her skin before sliding over up to grope at her breast, both of them panting heavily as Taddie’s fingers fumbled with his belt, then got it unbuckled, quickly popping the button and undoing the zipper of his pants. “Fuck, you’re gonna kill me, woman--Go on, Princess. Take out my cock like a good girl…Mmm-That’s my girl.” 

Thatcher moaned into her ear as her hand pushed into his boxers and guided his shaft out, stroking it at first, then wrapping her fingers around it, pumping him slowly and swiping her thumb over the tip. “Do you want my cock inside you? Tell me-Use your words, little one.”

“I want you to fuck me against the window before we go meet with your family again…Show me I’m yours.” Taddie breathed as his fingers pushed over her thigh and rubbed at her through her panties. Thatcher groaned and smashed his lips to hers as he tugged her panties aside to allow his thumb to rub her until she was biting back her moans and near dripping before he let her guide his tip to her entrance and he pushed inside of her. Her breath whooshed out of her and he held her close, one hand wrapped around to the opposite hip, the other shoved under her hair, cradling the back of her neck. “Ohh, fuck…Mmmph-Goddamnit…I forgot how big you are, Patch. Ohh, please make me come.”

“That’s the plan, but you need to be quiet. Bite my shoulder if you need to. We can change after. Now, take my cock like the good, little girl I know you are, Princess.” Thatcher growled down at her before latching his lips to hers as he began to thrust inside her. Taddie gasped and moaned, arching against him as she rocked her hips to meet his. Breaking the kiss, Taddie tilted her head back against the window panes, Thatcher ducking down to pepper her neck in kisses as he moaned into her skin. She gasped and bit back her moans, panting hard as he tunneled in and out of her so hard and fast, her ass began lifting off the glass and smacking back with each thrust.

“Ohh-F-Fuck, yes, yes. There, Patch, there--Hmph, yes, Sir, faster, please…” Taddie panted as she stared up at Thatcher, his brows furrowed with lust and pleasure as he rammed into her, the tip of his cock beginning to slip deeper and brushed against her G-spot. With a gasp, Taddie’s eyes went wide and Thatcher quickly clamped his hand over her mouth as she moaned his name, arching against him as she came around him. Thatcher groaned and gave three, quick, hard thrusts inside her before burying his face into her hair as he came inside her. Taddie whimpered and moaned, tugging at his hand until he slid it down her neck and she let out a light gasp and breathed, “Yes--Thank you, Sir. Oh, Thatcher--”

“She uses her please and thank you’s…My sweet, good, little girl being so naughty…Do you need more?” Thatcher purred against her neck as he slowly moved inside her. Taddie twitched and shook her head, pushing at his shoulders as she said, “N-No-No. We-We’ll-We’ll be l-late…Hmm--Thank you for the room, Thatcher.”

“Of course, Princess. I don’t know how many gifts you’ll really get on Christmas--I wanted to give you something better than anyone can.” He purred at her, slowly pulling out of her with a soft groan and taking a step back so they could fix themselves up as they panted, lightly. Taddie shifted her panties back into place then tugged her skirt down before she smiled up at Thatcher, lifting on her toes to kiss him slowly. With a soft chuckle, he said, “Let’s go, kitten--Do you want to change?”

“I think I’m okay…Promise you’ll come up with an excuse to have me leave first?--I still want to get ready for my Viking to ravage me.” She breathed against his lips, letting out a light moan as he pinned her against him and slid his hand under her jaw, gripping it lightly.

“You know what the means right? It means I want to get a little rough with you…I promised I’d never hit you and I won’t…But I just want you to fully understand what I’m asking…” Thatcher said, staring down at her with a firm gaze. Taddie nodded and pushed her hands up his chest as she took a deep breath and said, “I know--I want you to pin me down and tell me what to do while you’re inside me. I want you to take that control from me…Because I know you’ll stop if I tell you to, and you’ll be as gentle as you can. I trust you, Thatcher Price.”

Thatcher saw a hint of a sparkle in her eyes as her smile grew, her bottom lip slipping between her teeth as she threaded her fingers through the hair at the nape of his neck. He smiled down at her, wide and laughing softly, then ducked down to kiss her deep and slow before he said, “I think you should wear the ring. Not on your left hand--But I want you to wear it tonight.”

“Tonight? I thought-”

“I know I said to wear it for Christmas…But I saw how uncomfortable you were at dinner. I promise you, wearing that will make you feel a lot better. I-I know you don’t think these things mean anything, but they’re small things that show your status. Right now…They think I’m not serious about you, but just serious enough to bring you home. The fact that I bought you a ring and got you fitted for a dress with Jaq in the same day says something.” Thatcher said, brushing his fingers over her cheek. Taddie gave him a light smile and nodded, brushing her nose against his as she said, “Yes, Sir. I’ll wear it for you.”

“Good girl. Let’s go.” Thatcher said with a chuckle.

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Old Flame Chapter 3

And cuddle you did. After getting out of the shower, you both dried off and tiptoed to Jake’s room as quietly as possible still wrapped in your towels. Luckily he had a room at the end of the hallway, and another bathroom separated his room from Danny and Jezz’s. He had the lamp turned on, and you scanned around his room looking for his suitcase so that you could quickly find an old tshirt to throw on. “Go ahead and take whatever you want,” he whispered. You grinned at his sweet words reading your mind, and you picked out an old worn Led Zeppelin tee. You held it up to him. “Seriously Jake? I figured you would have burned this before being caught in public wearing it,” you laughed. “I wasn’t planning on going out in public at all this week. I’m still allowed to support one of my favorite bands of all time even with all the stigma and weird shit we get. Plus, you used to wear it all the time. It reminds me of you…”

Jake blushed and sat down on the edge of the bed. You sauntered over to him still wrapped in your towel and hair dripping across your shoulders. You stood in front of him. He looked up at you, still embarrassed of what he had said. You let the towel drop to the floor, and put one hand on either side of his head. You lovingly squeezed his cheeks together hard so his lips pursed into a forced kissy face. You placed a tiny peck to his lips before sliding onto the bed next to him. It was a king-sized bed, so when you both got under the covers, you laughed at how far apart you actually were. You scooted over closer to him, and he raised his arm so you could fit snugly to his side. “My little puzzle piece,” you both said at the exact same time. Expressions surprised, you both were wide-eyed and smiling at each other when you realized you had spoken the same sentence at the same time. You both held back laughter and leaned forward in stitches. “Oh my god, jinks!” You yelled quietly as you smacked him with your pillow. He sat up. “Wow, the fact that that I haven’t said that in so long…” you both calmed your giggles as your minds both traveled back to the past, and remembered your little saying each time you snuggled in to bed for the night. “I guess old habits die hard, huh?” You replied. “You can say that again,” Jake said.

You both laid back into your single positions and stayed silent for a minute or two.

“Hey, you wanna hear a new song I’ve been working on?” 

He reached over and grabbed his acoustic guitar and began to strum quietly. You started to speak up and warn him not to wake everyone, but honestly, they were all used to hearing his guitar at all hours of the night by now. He audibly cleared his throat. His fingers strummed and glided slowly over the strings, playing a solemn tune that was simple yet had so much depth, it almost brought you to tears. It was slow, but the way his brow furrowed every now and then, you knew he had put a lot into it. It had an occasional small pause, followed by a low gutteral melody that you could feel in your bones. Wow. His face contorted from raised to lowered eyebrows, and every so often his mouth would do a side pucker as if he was still trying to memorize it. The song seemed to rollercoaster its way across chords, changing tempo and fluttering through high and low notes. Finally it came to a slow and drawn out ending that was perfectly filled with tiny embellishments of melancholy mixed with blissful delight. You sat with your jaw dropped and eyes flying back and forth between jakes face and his hands.

“Wow..”was all you could manage. “Jake, that was..beyond beautiful..” you couldn’t find the words to describe what you had just listened to. “Thanks,” he replied. It’s still a little dusty and I need to clean it up, but I think it has potential.”

“Jake, I truly don’t think you understand how amazing a writer you are. I’m being so serious. It’s freaking sublime.”

“Eh, thanks I guess. I’m my own worst critic,” he said.

“Of course you are, but you shouldn’t be. Your stuff is truly out of this world. All four of you are insanely talented, it makes me jealous.” You paused. “I can’t wait to see where it takes you guys,” you finished.

You couldn’t help but feel a pang of dread for if they really ever did make it big and began to tour and travel. Where would that leave you? You shook the thoughts from your head.

“I guess we’ll find out ,” Jake ended his sentence with a giant yawn, and you pushed him back down onto his pillow while he laid his guitar safely back down on the floor. Again, you cuddled up into your puzzle piece, and drifted off to sleep with thoughts of everything that has happened in the past couple days.

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The next morning you found yourself wrapped up in Jake’s comforter with your hair in front of your face. The morning light was coming through the window shade, and the wind was whipping the snow around in glittery wisps when the sun caught it just right. You smelled the faint scent of coffee and bacon, and you took a deep, cleansing breath as last night’s hazy memories began to make their way back to you. You heard murmurs of the boys play-arguing downstairs, and could hear the girls laughing and telling them to be quiet. You blinked a few times, trying to ignore the pounding headache that comes along with too much wine. You slowly rolled over to find Jake still sound asleep on his side with his arms under his pillow. All you could see of his face were his closed eyelids and long, beautiful lashes. You remember back years ago that you were staring at this exact part of his face the minute you knew you were in love with him. You were looking at him in this same position, peacefully in a deep slumber without a care in the world, and right then and there you had an overwhelming feeling of love and protection come over you, and you had silently promised the universe you wouldn’t let anything ever hurt this beautiful man of yours.

But that was years ago. And you weren’t with Jake anymore. And you sure as hell weren’t in love with him now. Or…

your thoughts trailed off as he peeked one eye open, and closed it back. He pulled himself up on his elbows and put his head in his hands, and stayed there a minute. Suddenly he fully woke, and pushed his hair back from his face, turning to look at you with one eye open. Suddenly the confused, half-asleep look on his face softened into a sweet smile and reddened face.

“I forgot what it was like waking up to you in my bed in the mornings,” he said in a raspy morning voice. God, you had forgotten that his already low, slightly scratchy voice was ten times more sexy when he hadn’t used it in 6 hours.

“Same here, it’s been a while,” you said with a chuckle. You realized quickly that as much as you’d love to lay in bed with him all day soaking up each other and making up for lost time, you still needed some time to think, as all of this was happening way too fast. “Jake,” you went on. “I’m not sure what is…” he suddenly cut you off by pressing his lips to yours lightly, with much less hunger than you would think after last night’s festivities. 

“Y/n I know what you’re going to say. Believe it or not, I can still read you pretty well, so let me talk for a sec.” Your ears perked up and you were listening with intent. Jake inhaled a deep and cleansing breath, like he was about to speak and seal his fate. 

“I know last night we acted on old feelings and old attractions, and you may or may not still feel the same way about me as I do you. I told you that you’ve always meant more to me than I can explain now, and I’m so, so sorry I didn’t make that known to you before.” He put his head in his hands again. “Ever since we broke up, I’ve hidden my feelings for you because I didn’t want to hurt you, or force you to feel a certain way if you didn’t. No other girl on this earth makes me feel like you do, y/n. I wish I had realized it before we went and had that stupid argument.” He paused and looked at your speechless face. He had a pity in his eyes that you were not familiar with. Damn, he was being for real. He took another deep breath, and it hitched in his throat. “I don’t care how long it takes. But I’m waiting for you, and you can’t change my mind.”

Wow. Those words had probably been bottled up inside him so long that they were eating at him. You couldn’t quite yet find the words, so you rolled over to lay on your back and stare at the ceiling fan slowly turning. Finally, you turned to look at his longing eyes. “I truly had no idea you still felt that way, Jake. And I’m sorry you didn’t feel like you could express it with me sooner.” He pulled you over into a tight cuddle-squeeze. “It’s alright, darlin. Weird shit happens. But don’t give me any type of answer right now. Please just think on it.” You nodded your head, pleased with how understanding he was of you needing some time. You now knew that he was in it to win it. He really meant it when he said you were the one that got away.

After a few more minutes of cuddling, you decided it was time to join the others downstairs. You both got dressed and headed down into the kitchen. As you descended the stairs with Jake about ten steps behind, you were met with a flurry of ‘wooohooo’s!’, applause, and kissy noises from Sam. Danny even threw in a fist pump. “About time the lovebirds emerge from their nest,” Sam said, bringing two coffee mugs to you and Jake. “Dude, what do you mean? We just crashed in my room.” Jake said. Your eyes quickly darted to Kayla, who was already giving you a look of pure delight and pride. She smiled with all her teeth.

“Brother, don’t play dumb. We weren’t born yesterday. Plus, we kind of..found a clue in the corner over there,” Josh nudged his twin with his elbow. You looked over in the corner of the kitchen floor and there, in all their still soaked glory, were your long-forgotten about bikini bottoms. “Oh, shit,” you murmured under your breath. Fuck! How could you have not remembered taking those things off? Right, too much wine and too much of Jake’s tongue between your legs. Perfect combo.

“Well, I for one am overjoyed you two finally got some action after all these years of passing glances and flirting when you think none of us noticed,” Sam continued on with a wink to his brother. Was it really that obvious? Kayla was now standing beside you with her head rested on your shoulder, taking it all in. She always knew that physical touch wasn’t your love language, but she could tell when you needed some stability to stand beside. Your mind began spinning. Your head was still pounding, and you felt faint thinking about all the words Jake had confessed upstairs. Had he told his brothers the extent of his feelings for you? Had they secretly been giving Jake pep talks of “Don’t worry brother, maybe one day she’ll come around” and “Come out with us, maybe you’ll meet someone new?” All of the guilt was starting to weigh down on you. You felt awful for putting your ex-lover and best friend through emotional anguish for the past years. Jake finally broke your awkward silence by taking his little brother in a headlock. “How about you keep your opinions to yourself or I’ll drown you in the jacuzzi,” he said as he gave him a harsh nuggie on the top of the head. “Ow ow okay okay I’ll stop!” Sam fought back. Jake was much shorter than Sam, but all the years of fighting and bullying each other showed Sam that he didn’t want to truly mess with his older brothers. Thankfully, Jezz started plating up breakfast and demanded everyone sit and eat.

There were no plans for the day, so after breakfast and dishes, you all hung around the cabin doing individual random activities like playing cards, watching movies, and playing music. Sam had even found an old record player in the garage. He brought it out, along with a few oldies vinyls, dusted everything off, and began to play them. “Wow, these are ANCIENT. I can’t believe the needle still sounds this good,” he said while inspecting the rest of the records. You and Jake unintentionally stayed semi far away from each other the whole day, you spending time with the girls and he with his brothers. Occasionally you’d catch his eye from across the room. He’d never break eye contact, just continued to stare at you with an endearing grin. You’d return it, of course.

You and Kayla decided to go out into the back yard to share a bowl. You bundled up into warm clothes and found your way out to the fire pit surrounded by Adirondack chairs. Kayla lit the bowl, took a huge drag, and on her exhale spoke, “Alright bestie, speak on it.” You knew she was ready to hear all the details of the past day and a half out here in complete solitude, without the risk of the boys hearing you. And quite frankly, you were ready to spill. “Well,” you took the bowl from her and proceeded to take a fairly large, mind-clearing hit yourself. “Last night in the hot tub after everyone went inside, Jake pretty much confessed his love for me. And we may have made out in the jacuzzi. And we may have almost had sex. Twice.” Kayla’s eyes grew huge and her pupils were dilated. “I fucking KNEW it!” She shoved you in the shoulder. “I KNEW he was getting too fed up with his feelings to hold it in much longer.” She went on. You responded, “Well, this morning before we came downstairs, he pretty much said everything but ‘I love you’ and told me he’s going to wait for me, as long as it takes, until I’m ready.” Speaking the words out loud made it all the more real that this morning had happened. It was like your brain hadn’t processed it yet. The sun was still out shining brightly on the snow-capped trees, and the cold breeze brought tears to your eyes. Tears began to uncontrollably fall down your face. “Oh no y/n, don’t cry! It’s going to be okay, this is good news, right? I mean, you do still love Jake, right?” Kayla brushed away your now falling tears with her chilled hand. Her voice was steady but gentle, and she scooted toward you so your chairs were closer together. “I don’t know, I mean. All of this is happening so fast! When we got here yesterday, Jake and I were best friends with a rocky past. Now all of a sudden we’re old lovers rekindling our flame and talking about our potential future together?” You wiped away your own tears and looked across the valley to the next mountain. The snow was whipping around the treetops in the wind and it was like millions of tiny sparkles had been thrown into the air. The wind carried the snowflakes down the mountain and into the valley in a quick windswept fashion until they landed again. You spoke quietly, “You know Kay, every time I witness something beautiful, or see something hilariously outrageous, or find myself in a confused state of mind, I always wish Jake was there with me. He’s the first one my brain goes to when I’m wanting to share an experience. It kind of happens really fast, like my mind jumps directly to him for a split second, then goes to you, or my mom or somebody. But it’s always Jake first….” You stared across the valley watching the snow whip and dance in the most beautiful and haunting way…the sun was slipping behind huge dark clouds and then back out again. It was leaving giant shadows across the mountains, and there you were-wishing Jake was here to watch nature create this beautiful sight right in front of you. “Kay, would it be stupid of me to go back to him?” You asked your best friend. “Y/n, I think you know my answer to that question. It would not be stupid. If anything, I think it would be smart. You guys were made for each other, and watching you interact without actually being together has been breaking all of our hearts for way too long now. It’s torture for us, too y/n.”

She turned in her seat and grabbed your hands in hers. “The way he looks at you is like watching forbidden love happen right before your eyes. I know it sounds cheesy and corny but it’s true. He’s actually been waiting for you for a long time.”

This broke your heart even more. How could you have not seen this for so long?

“Why didn’t any of you tell me?” you questioned your best friend.

“I dunno,” Kayla went on. “It wasn’t our business to tell. Plus Jake knew that you didn’t feel the same about him anymore. Then when you and what’s-his-face broke up, he saw a chance, but didn’t want to come on too strong and risk his friendship with you. I think he just wanted to wait until he knew for sure, and if there was even the slightest chance you might still feel for him as more than a friend.” You stared into the snow covered fire pit as the wind started to dry your eyes. You brought the bowl to your lips and took another hit. “Looks like I’ve got some thinking to do, huh?” you asked Kayla.

“Probably, but remember you’re still on vacation for right now. And what happens in the cabin, stays in the cabin,” Kayla replied with a wink. “Wait, what does that mean?” You asked.

“Oh nothing. Just that Josh and I have a fun game night planned for the group!”

She stood up and grabbed your hands to stand with her.

You grumbled. “Am I going to need alcohol for this?”

“Oh baby,” she replied. “You’re going to need….wine.”

[chen-chen-chen-again-chen]

thursday fic recs!

Hi hi! I’m super late with this (in internet time) because I have been pondering deeply and also the jelly babies have been eating my brain. Tumblr ate my original ask from @fatalfangirl but here are my fic recs, based on this ask meme!

📆 A fic you’d re-read 10 years from now

This is a bit of a cheat for me because I haven’t actually finished reading it, but rebel rebel by BasicBathsheba. I actually had to pause reading it for now (hoping to come back to it during the winter break) because I was getting VERY fixated on it and this little lass’ brain has only so much capacity for both being absorbed in a long fic while also drafting day by day. 

I think rebel rebel is very much going to be for me, in the CO fandom, what After the End by Arabella and Zsenya was for me in the HP fandom (back when it was still on the Sugar Quill!). I’m going to be asking myself, ten years from now, “Wait, was that canon or was that rebel rebel?” 

💯 A fic that makes you think #writergoals

Oh, oh shit, there are too many. Like way too many, especially recently. This is just going to be a love list of current WIPs which I’ve already frothed about at the mouth, no surprises here: 

Stress Management by @whogaveyoupermission. In this fic, there is something so miraculous about the combination of emotional development in the SnowBaz relationship COMBINED with such vivid, concrete sensory, specific and sensual details (Baz’s clothing/hair/make up game in this fic SLAYS me). Just. WOW. There is so much genuine texture and emotional richness drawn into this story that it just seizes you by the throat. 

Like We Had a Clue by @martsonmars. I tend to think of and craft in sentences, or bits of dialogue, or to get caught by certain images, but @martsonmars is INCREDIBLE at writing these long, beautifully developed and structured paragraphs that induce more emotion than an entire volume from Proust’s Remembrance of Things Past. Also @martsonmars is so, so good at having this unique, vivid take on secondary characters (Pippa! Gareth!) that makes the world feel so real. 

A Dangerous Affinity by @larkral. THE WORLD-BUILDING, MY GOD. It’s funny that I love reading spec fic, sci fi, fantasy, etc, but I am actually very bad at world-building; my tendency is to get very granular and focus on relationships w/ spec fic elements on the side. But @larkral does such an amazing job of both setting up the world while hooking emotional claws in you with the characters (THE SLOW BURN! THE NPCs!), and showing how environment & character affect each other so powerfully. I've just gotten so used to the world of Watford that it is very defamiliarizing (in the best way!) to see the Scholomance in such sharp contrast. I just got a copy of A Deadly Education and I am excited to read it eventually so I can be like, “Hoho, I SEE what @larkral did there!!!”  

Tldr:

And a (non-Carry On) answer below the cut!

💘 A fic you couldn't stop reading once you started

I’m going to cheat here again a bit and talk about a fic for a fandom that is not Carry On, LOL.

Fox in the Hole by boomturkey. This is an AU where Hinata (one of the main characters in Haikyuu!!) goes to a different school for volleyball (Inarazaki, with the Miya twins) rather than the one in canon (Karasuno), and it. IS. INCREDIBLE.

Basically the author has taken minor characters and OCs and fleshed them into main characters, built this whole alternate timeline and world, and is so GORGEOUS. It’s the sweetest, slowest of slow burns because so much of it focuses on the richness of a friendship just unfolding in real time, and so many relationships are beautifully developed beyond just the main pairing. (LOL, is it evident how much stuff like this has influenced Jelly Babies??) The entire universe includes four fics and clocks in at a whopping 234,790 words, which is a kind of word-smithery that boggles my mind. 

[tylerwritesstuff]

Drawings

Just a short little fic for funsies. Let me know if you have any requests, I'd love any feedback you have!

It was your junior year at Hawkins High and you were sitting in your history class listening to the teacher drone on and on about something. You were too busy drawing in your notebook to pay any attention to the teacher. You had always loved drawing but lately, you had only been drawing one thing…or rather one person. 

You couldn't help it, he was beautiful. Long wavy hair, big doe eyes, and lips that were just perfect. Even though you had never spoken to Eddie, he was your muse. Every day he was doing something that inspired you to draw him. When he was in the cafeteria talking to his friends he would throw his head back in laughter or when you would walk down the hallway and see him and his friends playing their games he would be sitting on a throne looking very focused. Everything he did was beautiful and needed to be drawn. 

Being caught drawing Eddie was never really a concern. You sat in the back on the opposite side of the classroom. You could angle your notebook in a way that no one could possibly see it, no worries! What you failed to notice was a certain blonde bully who was seated in front of you turning around. 

“Hey! Can I copy your math homework? I got busy with pract…is that Munson?!” He nearly shouted the last bit. 

Everyone in the room turned to look at you, including Eddie. You packed up your things quickly and ran out of the classroom despite the teacher’s protests. There was no way you could deal with any of this right now. 

Stopping at your locker you put your books away aside from your notebook full of drawings, that one you put into your purse, and shut the locker. You made your way out of the large metal doors at the end of the hallway. 

It was a nice spring day out so you decided that you would walk out to your favorite drawing spot. It was secluded and no one ever really ventured out there. There was a table out in the woods that was the perfect place for some peace and quiet. 

You unpack your notebook and pencils and begin to finish your drawing from earlier. You often got lost in your own world when you were drawing so it wasn’t surprising that you had completely lost track of time. You figured this out when you heard footsteps coming up to the table.

Looking up you see those beautiful eyes and that glorious hair. It was Eddie Munson. You hurriedly close your notebook to try and prevent him from seeing what he already knew was there. 

“Were you really drawing me?”

“Um…well I…”

“I took art with you last year, remember? I saw some of your work then. I’d really like to see some more! Especially if you drew one of me!”

You could have died right there. But now you have to choose, do you show Eddie your work? The drawings of him! Or do you deny it and run? You knew your face had to be completely red at this point. 

”I’m really sorry if I made you uncomfortable! I came out here to handle a deal but I can leave right after.”

“No, I’m fine. Sorry! I just haven’t ever been really comfortable showing anyone my drawings. Especially not when the drawings are of that person, ya know? Here, this is the picture I was drawing earlier.”

Eddie took the notebook in his hand. He was impressed. The picture was great. It was him looking out the window holding his head in his hand. He looked so deep in thought, you just had to draw that scene. 

“Wow, you’re really good! This is me?! Do you have anything else?”

“I do, just not with me. I finished up my last notebook yesterday so this one is brand new, only one drawing so far!”

“Maybe you’ll have to show me sometime?”

“Definitely.”

[in-my-feels-probably]

Heyy… so I saw your 1000 Follower celebration and I think this is a very sweet Idea, so I definitely have no choice but to „participate“ in this. So the fandom I’d like would be Bridgerton, with option two. I’d want the blurb to be with one of the guys, romantically (but please not Anthony since I’m not a huge fan of him in that way, if that makes sense)

So let’s see… some thinks about me:

My Name is Alissa (she/her) no idea if you’ll include names or not but just to be sure

I have roots in Germany (the west to be oddly specific)

I have brown hair, brown eyes & my skin is probably what people would describe as tanned, but it must be natural since I barely leave the house 😂 fun fact because of that people also always thought I was adopted because my parents look very white

My hair is a bit longer than shoulder length and it’s really straight

I’m around 5‘3, if that’s something you wanna include as well

In my free time I often draw, mostly Portrait but sometimes also animals. I always hoped I could make this my profession at some point but I haven’t gotten that lucky yet. I’ll be working on it tho :)

I also read a lot and write a bit as well

I love all animals, especially dogs (I have one named Zoey)

My favorite color is Purple 💜

The most important thing in my life is definitely my family. I hate being away from them for too long. I’m very close with my mum and stepdad, they have always been there for me when I’ve had a hard time (back in school for example) since I was struggling a lot with anxiety and depression (wow feels good to admit that)

(You don’t have to use all of this, but I think it’s better if you have a few options so it’s easier to write)

I think that’s a lot of information already. If there’s anything I forgot please tell me, I’m really tired right now since I’m writing this at 2 AM so I wouldn’t be surprised if I did forget something 😂

Well, thanks so much for doing this. It’s such a sweet Idea 💗

- Alissa 🪐

hi!

thank you for participating :)

i ship you with benedict!

you’re an artist, like he is. it’s not a profession you can really make a living out of at the time, at least unless you’re already rich. it’s not a profession people generally respect, despite the greats becoming rich and famous. regardless of your skill level, or how well known your work would be, benedict would absolutely adore that you value art as much as he does. when he’d have a block, you’d give him ideas. you’d inspire him to create what he loves, not what others expect of him. you’d always encourage him to create, never judging his choices. whatever the outcome, you’d praise it. he’d never feel judged or embarrassed by you.

you seem like a gentle soul, which he’d really love. not only does he love art, but he loves literature and poetry. he’d think of you with every poem he read, and in any he writes. he’d see you in the gentle things of the world. a flower blooming in the first of spring, or one of the horses having a baby foal. you’d be a breath of fresh air for him, always making him feel light and airy. he’d be content as long as he was with you. if you didn’t want to go out, he’d be content to stay in. wherever you were, even if it was away from the ton, he’d be.

he’d also love that you value family. he cares so much for his, and is constantly surrounded by them. if you got along with them well, he’d love you even more. being around them, you’d never feel alone. but there’d still be days you felt alone, even with all of them around you. benedict understands this, being the second born son who is considered far less important than anthony by society. i think benedict struggles with his own mental illness. when you finally confided with him about yours, he’d think you were the bravest person in the world. getting up and facing every day with a smile on your face, despite your struggles, you’d inspire him even more, if that was even possible.

benedict would go through a period of a few days to week where he hadn’t drawn or painted anything at all. one day you’d walk in to see him sitting by the window, finally painting a sketch you’d seen him drawing in the weeks prior. a lavender flower.

“what are you doing, love? is that lavender?”

“it is,” he’d smile up at you, motioning for you to come closer. “lavender is said to reduce stress and anxiety. and i know purple is your favorite color. purple is associated with admiration. like mine for you.”

you’d nearly cry at his expression, smiling tearful down at him as he set down his brushes.

“we’re getting this one framed. i hope you know that.”

he’d chuckle, wiping his hands before wrapping an arm around your waist. “you like it then, i take it?”

“i love it,” you’d smile, bending down to press a kiss to the top of his head. “and i love you.”

“i love you too, darling.”

—

i hope you liked this! i really enjoyed reading about you and writing this for you. thank you again for participating :)

[migueloharafanboy]

Strangers

Steve Harrington x Eddie Munson

A (maybe) few chapters long fan fic

WARNING: SWEARING, BAD WRITING IM HAVING FUN, filler chapterrrrrrrr sortaaaaaaaaaaaaaa

>> Strangers: Corroded Coffin Pt. 3

Steve sits on the front porch of his home, staring up at the sky absentmindedly. His parents had come home, and were already gone again on another business endeavor. They had simply been home long enough to pack new clothes and request he help out with the laundry while they’re gone. A warm breeze blows by, the summer air smelling sweet, and rustles the boy’s already messy hair. His attention is suddenly drawn towards the street, a low rumbling coming from a familiar van that stops right in front of his home. He blinks slowly, taking a moment to process who just showed up at his home.

The driver’s side door opens and dark curly hair pops up, Eddie Munson standing and making eye contact with him briefly. A warmth shoots through his gut, catching his breath in his throat. “I didn’t think you’d be out here.” The taller boy says slowly after he walks around the van, seeming a bit hesitant. A brown shopping bag hangs loosely from his fingers.

“Well, here I am.” Steve says as he stands, holding out his arms before dropping them back to his side rather theatrically.

“I see that,” Eddie snorts, walking up and handing him the bag. “I was just gonna leave this out here for you, but I guess this works better.”

Steve blinks and stares at the bag skeptically. “What’s in the bag.”

“Your shirt, Big Boy.” Eddie says, cracking a crooked grin. “I told you I took care of it for you.”

The nickname makes that same heat burn in Steve’s chest, and he quickly grabs the bag from the boy to find an excuse to look down. There’s his dad’s dress shirt, white and good as new. “Wow, you really got that stain out.”

“Yes. Yes I did.” Eddie says smugly, earning an eye roll.

“Well, thanks.” Steve murmurs and meets his gaze once more. He’s Steve Harrington, he isn’t scared of anyone. 

But Eddie only grins more, a spark of mischief in his dark brown eyes. “You wanna go for a ride?”

His eyes widen at this, eyeing the taller boy. “What?” He asks and scoffs. “Why would I want to do that?”

Eddie shrugs and crosses his arms, his white undershirt hugging his arms nicely. “Thought it’d be better than sitting out here all night.”

Steve narrows his eyes a bit, but glances over his shoulder. His parents had left him dinner money, but he hadn’t eaten yet. He looks back at Eddie before shrugging a bit himself. “Fine. But only to Mc[redacted]. I haven’t eaten.” He turns then, opening the door and dropping the bag on a chair off to the side. He recalls where his mother left his dinner money and drops into the kitchen, swiping it off the table. He then hurries back out, locking the door behind him. 

Eddie has moved back to the van, waving to him with that shit eating grin. Why is he doing this? Why does this guy make him feel… weird. He walks over and climbs in the passenger side. Eddie watches him while he buckles up, revving his engine once he’s finished and driving down the road. The radio plays the same genre of music as the last time he was in Eddie Munson’s van, but the words are almost impossible for him to make out. Honestly, he can’t really believe he’s in Eddie’s van again. It feels a little surreal. 

“Not worried about getting seen with me, are ya?” Eddie asks, breaking the silence and earning Steve’s gaze.

“Oh shut it. It’s dark, who would even recognize me.” He scoffs, looking back out the window. He recognizes the road, they should almost be there.

Eddie barks out a laugh, shaking his head, “touché.” 

Steve looks at him again then, eyeing him carefully. “Why are you acting like this?” He asks, a little defensive.

“Woah, no need to get your panties in a knot.” Eddie snickers, pulling up to the restaurant. “I just…” The boy pauses, his expression becoming more serious as he glances to him. “I get it. Not wanting to be home.”

The air catches in his throat again, mixed feelings swirling around his chest. “Whatever Freak…” He mutters and looks away. “I just want a number four, and a Pepsi.” He hands the boy the money, “get whatever you want. Since you drove me here.”

Eddie takes the money with a nod, ordering for them both and paying. Neither of them talks much, even after they get their food and leave the drive-thru. The air has become a bit tense and awkward, and Steve itches to get out of the stuffy van. He holds their dinner in his lap as they drive, doing everything he can to not look at the taller boy driving beside him. They pull up to his home and he takes his food out, nodding to Eddie.

“Thanks.” He says, stepping out of the car. “I’ll uh… see you.” God this is awkward. Why is it awkward?

“Sure Harrington.” Eddie winks, that shit eating grin back on his face. 

His chest does a flip in response and he stands there, raising his hand in a weak attempt of a wave. Eddie waves back, looking away and driving off with the windows down. He can hear the boy blast his music as he drives off, watching until he can’t see or hear the van anymore. He clutches his food tighter, his heart racing for some god awful reason. This doesn’t mean anything. He’s going to pretend this never happened.

[3amsnek]

Some more snek bois, long hair edition

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[graedari]

It’s my TMA art and I get to decide that I want to make s5 JMart interact with S1 JMart!

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Image 1: A traditional drawing of Jonathan Sims and Martin Blackwood from the podcast “The Magnus Archives” based on tumblr user @/graedari’s interpretation as to how the two would look in season 5 of the show. Jon has long hair that is pulled back into a messy bun. He has larger, circle framed glasses. His eyes are now detailed with green pen. He is wearing an off the shoulder sweater, showing his neck scar and his right hand is raised showing the burn scars on it. Martin is to the right. He still has a stocky build, but now has grown more into it. He has also grown a small goatee. His hair is cropped closer and the sides are shaved down. He is wearing a fur-lined jean jacket and a turtleneck. 

Image 2: A simplified style drawing of Jon and Martin standing next to one another. Jon comes up to only about Martin’s shoulder, but he is pressed against his side, his arms wrapped around Martin’s right bicep. He has a content smile on his face. Martin has a determined look on his face and is resting his left hand on his hip.

Image 3: A traditional drawing involving Jonathan Sims and Martin Blackwood depicted as their S1 appearances alongside their S5 appearances. Both Jons are standing to the left of the page. S5 Jon is leaning in above S1 Jon. S5 Jon has an amused smile while S1 Jon is looking on in somewhat disgust and fear. Jon from S5 remarks, “Wow- I really was a prat.” Both the Martin’s are standing a bit behind the two Jons and to the right. S5 Martin is holding a mug of presumably coffee and is handing another to S1 Martin. He is giving S5 Jon a scolding look scolding him, “Oi! Be nice to y’rself!” S1 Martin is looking at him in shock.

Image 4: A traditional drawing of S1 Jon attempting to threaten S5 Martin. Jon is pointing up at him, an angry expression on his face, while Martin looks down, amused and not in the slightest intimidated. Jon warns, “And when we get back, you will be PRE-FIRED!” ‘pre-fired’ being in all caps for emphasis. Martin responds back, “If- you get back- And if you haven’t fallen in love with me by then.” And adds in smaller text, “Or well- past me.”

Image 5: S1 Jon and Martin are standing next to one another, drawn in a simplified style. Jon is holding his left hand up to his chin, thinking, while Martin stands behind him a concerned expression on his face. Jon reasons, “They’re just two people who look and sound suspiciously like us, of course.” Martin responds, “Jon, how does that make more sense to you than spooky time travel?” 

/End ID]

[this-is-ally-and-im-confused]

hey friend !! could i pls request a jack hughes imagine about the reader meeting him somewhere for the first time and having a completely different personality than him that he almost thinks its weird until he realizes how much he likes it and they hit it off? sorry that was so long ahh but thank u !! <3

when red met blue|| J.Hughes

(part 2 to “for you” out tomorrow)

Summary: What happens when jack falls in love with his opposite?

Taglist: @snugglyducklingbrewhouse @hugheshugs @boeswhore @oowenspower @nucksgal03 join the taglist!

Masterlist!

Warnings: like one second of mentioning getting hurt but mostly just fluff!

Jack’s pov:

It’s about two hours before the game tonight. So I decided to break my regular pregame routine and visit the little vintage clothing store on the street of downtown New Jersey. I can say with confidence that I’m not the flashiest fashion icon but I don’t do too bad.

At this point, I'd do anything to clear my head from the upcoming game against my brother. The Canucks are more than an even match for my team. I have confidence in my boys. We’ve been working hard, partying harder, and overall leaving our hearts out on the ice.

I mean, that’s where I leave my heart.

The boys have been quick to chirp me on my lack of partners. It sounds stupid– I know, but I think that I haven’t had a partner since before draft day. Plus, it’s safe to say that hockey can get a little lonely at times. See I have had this big reputation that often perceives me. I’m loud, cocky, and focused on my game. None of those are fatal flaws.

Somehow, they still certainly make it hard to date.

So as I stepped into the entrance of the dainty shop. I was surprised to see the most stunning girl I had ever seen. The only issue is the vintage Canucks jersey wrapped around her delicate frame. She’s adorable with her bulky glasses, her messy hair, her huge paint-covered jeans, and bright yellow doc martens.

“Hey! welcome to NJ vintage boutique…not a very original store name I know, but it’s ours! I'm y/n! How can I help you today?” the beautiful girl meekly squeals out. She doesn’t even make eye contact.

I can't help but internally “aww” at her. She’s tiny. So tiny that I have inches in height on her. I’m so busy looking her over that I almost forget to respond.

“Oh, I’m just looking around town. I had a few hours to kill.” I stammer out. My hand reaches up to rub the back of my neck. That’s a nervous habit.

Y/n looks me over. Her eyes narrow. I hold my breath as I wait for her to recognize me. Yet, she doesn’t. All she does is smile and turn back to folding t-shirts.

“Do you like hockey?” I can't help but ask her.

She finishes up her folding and walks behind a counter beside me.

“uhhhh if I’m honest, no. My friend invited me to a hockey game tonight. This was the only jersey I own! if you're interested, behind that rack there’s some vintage jerseys and stuff.” She shyly admits.

My heart was pounding at the speed of sound. I walked over and pretended to look over the jerseys. I spotted a New Jersey Devils retro. It’s perfectly her size. I wonder if I can convince her to trade teams.

“Have you worked here for long?” I am desperately trying to make small talk.

Which is apparently not my strong suit.

“I mean sorta, I'm only in Newark for art school.” She shared.

Wow, art school. I've never been so drawn in by the creative types. That explained the paint stains on her pants. My god, I must seem like a creep. The nagging inside me told me that I should ask her to look out for me at the game.

“Are you excited about the game?” I sheepishly ask.

She smiled and nodded. When I looked at her I saw the peppering of freckles across her cheeks. I saw the frog earrings dangling from her ears and how gorgeous her eyes were. She was electrifying.

In a nerdy and cute kind of way. Something about her made me want to know her more.

your pov:

You try not to freak out at the gorgeous customer in front of you. His shaggy blonde hair was so fluffy. He had stunning blue eyes. It took every urge inside of you not to pull out your sketchbook and draw the goofy look on his face.

“Ummm, I don’t know much about hockey but based on your Devil’s hoodie– I take it you do?” You don't know where you got the confidence to say that.

He nods eagerly. It’s adorable how his hair flops around as he does.

“You could say that,” he replies. He is not my type. Jocks had never been the ones you're into dating. Nevertheless, he was gorgeous. You couldn’t help but feel drawn to him.

“My shift ends in fifteen minutes…do you maybe want to go grab a coffee and explain what the hell I’ll be watching tonight?” You nervously tuck your hair behind your ear. You’re not ever the one to ask boys out like this. You had crossed your finger as you waited for his response.

“Sure, I'll even explain what I do for a living to you.” he smiled and walked over to the jersey you had seen him look at earlier.

He handed me a gorgeous bright red jersey. You couldn't help the blush across my face. As well as the feeling that you would be changing from a Canuck fan to a Jersey Devil fan in no time.

Only if I'm lucky, that is.

~ after the game~

Jacks pov:

Once I get off the ice–I shoot y/n a text with our newly exchanged numbers telling her where to come to wait for me.

I hope that she let me take her out for something to eat. Or maybe I could find a way to convince her to see me again.

Her smiling face greets me as she waits outside with her friend. She’s gorgeous. I can tell she’s excited based on how she was bouncing on her toes. The best part of seeing her now was how I noticed her Canucks jersey from earlier had been replaced with a bright NJ devil's jersey. When I dropped my bag, she jumped towards me with a hug. I was overzealous to hug her back.

Her hug was dream-like. She fit perfectly into my arms. She smelt like cinnamon and oil paints. I thought about how that was a smell I could enjoy for the rest of my life.

I couldn’t wait to take her out.

I didn’t even care about standing my brother up for this girl. That’s how much she means.

your pov:

“OMG Jack! You played so well! How do you skate like that? Did it hurt to get pushed into the boards like that? How do you know when you should shoot?” you're rambling out excitement and fascination.

You couldn’t help but worry that you were annoying this likely exhausted boy. He just grabbed your hand and his bag. Jack insisted that you let him take you out for an after-game snack.

You agreed to say goodbye to the friend that drove you here. She just laughed and called you a “lucky girl.”

You sure do feel lucky. This handsome, athletic, and sweetheart of a man took an interest in you. You are the tiny, quiet, and artsy girl. It was something out of Romeo and Juliet.

You two were completely different.

Yet, it feels right. From the moment you asked Jack out earlier today, you knew just how giddy he made you feel inside.

Thankfully, Jack took over most of the talking. He explained how he knew when to shoot or pass. He told you about his first time on skates. Jack blushed as he remembered how his older brother Quinn and his mom would help him around the rink every day until he could do it skate on his own.

You melt.

Jack, the cocky loudmouth, is a momma’s boy and a family man. You saw him pout when he said he doesn’t get to see his family nearly enough. You chimed in with how you felt the same. Your family was far away. You hadn’t settled into life here yet.

Just like that, another topic where you two click.

The two of you drive to a 24/7 diner to grab a snack and a drink. Also, to spend time with your new crush.

When you sit down, he orders a black coffee. You order an Italian soda. Those are easily the most opposite drinks on the menu.

You two or opposites. Not in a discouraging way.

Maybe you two are opposites, but in the way puzzle pieces are opposites. Or the way colors that are opposites mix into new prettier colors.

“I’ve always liked purple more than red.” Jack pulls you out of your rom-com like thoughts.

Can he read minds?

He must be able to. Every movement you make or joke you tell–jack can respond in harmony.

It feels like the two of you exist in your shared little bubble. It’s A world where the two of you are complete opposites living in harmony.

You pull your sketchbook out of your canvas tote bag. Ready to show Jack what you made while at the game.

His eyes are filled with wonder and excitement as you flip the page. The center of your mixed media drawing book shows an image. The picture was drawn out in pencil, pastels, and ink. Who is the center of this drawing? None other than The #86 himself. The image of him smiling with his hand outstretched in celebration. The colors surrounding the art piece were the hues of red, blue, and purple clashing around the beautiful boy.

Jack now knew that he had met his opposite. However, you were meant to be his.

“Will you go out with me, y/n?” Jack said softly.

Under the lighting of the soft diner lights, you just leaned over the table and kissed him. It felt right. You were both two perfect colors mixing on a page.

[mothicalspoken]

Anne’s always been one to rely on media around her for her perception of the world. Is it really her fault if she’s drawn to bright magazines, of perfect photoshopped faces and dreamy love advice she could only dream of implementing?

Everything there seems so simple and so clear-cut: you meet a guy, and you think he’s cute. You fall in love, you start dating, you kiss him. Easy over and done, and everything a pre-teen could ever wish for.

That was the world- boys some kind of faraway fantasy while Anne tried her hardest to get Jamie Krieger to sit with her at lunch. She gave her best lovesick looks like she was supposed to, across the cafeteria, and held hands with Marcy under the table just because she wanted to. That was how it worked. That is how all girls are supposed to be, right?

Sasha certainly thought so. Sasha has her nose buried in one of Anne‘s magazines tonight, hair in a messy braid that Anne had made for her, and she knew how things like these were supposed to work. She shared the same sentiment as Anne- boys are disgusting, and yet dreamy and ever so far away. Of course, Sasha had had boyfriends. Marcy too, although a bit unknowingly.

Anne was the breakup queen. She had never even had her first kiss.

”Jacob seems to like you. Why don’t you ask him out?” Sasha drawls lazily, her head in Marcy’s lap. Her attention is not turned to the girl with the switch however, who secretly is paying more attention than she lets on, but to the brunette with curly hair sitting some distance away. “You spoke to him yesterday, and he practically tripped on his own feet going out the door. There’s no way he doesn’t have a crush on you.”

Anne finds herself stuttering. Yes, this is an opportunity. She‘s waited for this for a long time, to fulfill the expectation silently given to her among the ink stained pages and looks given her way. She should want this. She does. But there’s always something in the way.

“Yeah but… what if I ask him out and mess up? What if he tries to kiss me? Dudes always seem to do that- they just go in for a kiss without warning,” Anne explains, averting her eyes. She has faith in her magazines to keep her afloat, but she herself is less predicable.

”What, you afraid of a little kiss?” Sasha asks, making grotesque raspberry noises. Marcy giggles, and tries to hide her smile behind her hand. Anne blushes, and glares at her.

”No- I’m not afraid, I just- what if he doesn’t like it? And he doesn’t wanna date me anymore?” It sounds ridiculous now that Anne’s saying it. A little less ridiculous once she envisions the picture perfect romance in movies she’s watched. People always act like the first kiss is what determines the kind of relationship you have. How is Anne supposed to know how to kiss Jacob, if she can’t even imagine herself doing it? “I haven’t ever kissed anyone. How am I supposed to kiss him??”

”Wow, Anne, didn’t know you were such a perfectionist.” Anne scowls as Sasha turns her head to look at her, a smug grin etched across her face. Newly-bleached hair falls in front of her eyes, and Anne gets the urge to tuck it back where it’s supposed to be. Slowly. But she stays where she is, because she’s not supposed to listen to thoughts like that. ”Every day I’ve learn something new about you.”

”Sasha, we’ve been friends for 8 years.”

”Makes it all the more impressive.”

There’s a pause as Sasha stares at her, undoubtedly cooking up some dastardly scheme in her half-lidded brown eyes. Marcy puts her game down for the first time in hours and decides to stare at Sasha instead. Anne spaces out and looks at the slope of Marcy’s face for a little too long. Sasha looks up, catches her, and smirks.

Anne looks away.

”Y’know… if you’re so scared of messing up, you could just kiss me instead.“

The world stops. Something frantic and fluttering that Anne has been keeping stamped down for a long while now erupts in her chest and blooms across her face. Anne isn’t even sure she’s breathing correctly, or that she cares to pay attention.

She does not dare to look at Sasha’s lips. Not now, not when it actually means something.

Sasha climbs off Marcy’s lap. She seems stiff. Nervous even, if Sasha Waybright was capable of becoming nervous. Marcy‘s gaze flits between the two of them, wide and questioning. A little curious too, but Marcy is always curious, so whose to say?

”No one would know. You wouldn’t have to tell him anything. And boom! First kiss, with a guy, and it goes perfect because you had practice beforehand.” Sasha leans her body forward, one eyebrow raised. “I wouldn’t mind. So what do you say?”

Anne isn’t sure she can answer fully over the rush of her heart. It’s lodged up in her throat, clogging her ability to speak. Not her ability to think though, as she finds that she wouldn’t mind. After all, this is different. This is Sasha, her best friend. Her best friend who is also a girl and Anne would never dream of asking her out, because girls can’t ask out other girls, so technically it doesn’t count right? It’s not real. It’s safe, it’s practice, and who cares if she’s blushing? She blushes a lot around Sasha and Marcy. It’s perfectly normal. Right. Very, very normal.

It’s normal! It’s useful, it’s safe, it’s Sasha. Nothing wrong with it. Girls can’t like other girls. She’s never seen any, not any that were allowed, so it must not exist.

So she nods. And nods again, just to make sure Sasha understands.

Marcy curls into herself, and watches.

Sasha almost seems surprised for a moment. There’s a pause between Anne nodding and her making her way over to her that betrays what she actually feels. She’s more closed off than she used to be, but it seems that Anne has an ability to crack through her shell, if only a little.

Anne breathes in and freezes as Sasha puts a hand on her cheek. She’s so close. Anne can see her eyelashes, the beauty mark on the right side of her face. She’s almost enraptured by it.

”You know you’re supposed to close your eyes for this, right?“ Sasha whispers, a grin tugging at her features. “Silly.”

”R-Right,” Anne whispers back. Darkness encompasses her. It’s easier to concentrate on Sasha’s touch than anything else. Her hand is warm, and a bit clammy. “Ready.”

Sasha leans in.

It’s not picture-perfect. There’s no fireworks, or roses, or anything. Nothing is out of this world. But it is warm. And it feels right. Comfortable, albeit a bit tingly. Sasha’s other hand is maybe an inch away from Anne’s, and Anne reaches for it and twines their fingers together almost automatically.

Sasha breaks away with a short laugh, nudging her nose to the side of Anne’s face. Anne’s eyes fly open, wondering If that’s it. Not that it was disappointing but... she wouldn’t mind if they did it again. Butterflies throw themselves against their container as Sasha does just that, smiling all the while against her lips. When she breaks away, she’s laughing again.

”What’s so funny?”

”Nothing! It’s just- if you want the kiss to work, with him, you’re gonna have to kiss back.“ Sasha loses the rest of her composure, and in the fit of her strange hilarity, presses a chaste kiss to Anne’s cheek. She then buries her head into Anne’s shoulder. It’s easy for Anne to lose herself in Sasha’s laughter, to forget she isn’t actually planning on asking Jacob out now at all. “You’re such a nerd.”

”That’s what you always call us,” Anne replies softly, a little teasing. “Besides it was your idea in the first place.“

Sasha lifts her head off Anne’s shoulder to spot Marcy looking at them, something between desolation and confusion in her features, a sad little smile on her face. Anne can almost feel the weight in which Sasha rolls her eyes.

“Marbles, get over here and stop moping. Group hug!” Marbles raises her eyebrows in surprise, having been taken off guard. She laughs nervously, color spreading across her cheeks.

“But- but you guys- I don’t think just one or two kisses would be enough to be practice, surely-“

Sasha reaches out and tugs at Marcy’s sleeve, while Anne slips an arm around her to make sure she doesn’t lose her balance. Marcy follows Sasha’s lead, and ends up hapzardly crashing into them, sending all three of them to the floor. It’s only awkard for a second, before the three of them burst into laughter.

“What did you think?” Sasha whispers into Anne’s ear inbetween giggles. “More practice?”

”Maybe.” Anne answers with a grin so wide her face feels like it’s splitting.

There doesn’t turn out to be a use for the “practice“ either way.

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Daddy Issues | Draco Malfoy

Wow I’m sorry I didn’t mean to disappear like that Lovelies! Sometimes I forget depression and writers block are a thing until they punch me in the face and force me to go MIA for a hundred years! I guess I’m back? I hope? Fingers crossed? Anyway, I’m sorry this isn’t a TVD fic but I figured Y’all would appreciate something over nothing. I missed you all more than I can say! I hope you enjoy, I love you all!

Description: Draco and y/n are best friends until Draco’s father threatens y/n. She avoids Draco until he confronts her.

Pairing: Draco Malfoy x Hufflepuff!Reader

Warnings: Like none, it’s kinda sad but not really, the only flaw is bad writing

Word count: 3.4k

Tags: Angst, FLUFF

(not my gif, I just love it lol)

Your heart stings from across the courtyard, the gap between you and the blonde boy tangible. For a second you don't know whether or not your heart is even in your chest anymore or if it’s in his hands. In that case your heart is sitting on a bench, sandwiched between Blaise Zabini and Vincent Crabbe. Maybe he isn’t holding your heart, though, maybe he is your heart, in which case you’re avoiding your heart’s piercing gaze. 

Your hands twitch at your sides, itching to grab his or to twist through his silky hair or do anything other than lay idle when he is only mere steps away from you. Your hands ache to touch him and usually you would be doing just that: clinging to his robes or twisting the rings around on his fingers or simply tangling your own fingers with his slender ones. Your hands feel painfully empty without him to hold on to. 

That makes sense though, he’s your best friend after all. You’re rarely ever spotted less than five feet away from each other. Everyone at Hogwarts can see how utterly entwined you are, every part of him wrapped around your finger and every part of you sitting precisely in the palm of his hand. You orbit each other, drawn in by a gravity that the rest of the student body can’t deny.

Right now, though, that gravity is being tested and everyone feels a little bit like they’re floating away. 

Draco sits exactly seventeen feet and four inches away from you. You can feel his eyes on the back of your head, like lasers, searing into your black and gold jumper and refusing to look away. It burns but you embrace it, taking any contact, even imagined, that you can get from him. Even if it hurts. You would gladly burn for the blonde Slytherin if it made him happy. This doesn’t make him happy, though, being ignored by the girl that commands his entire life. You know that, but you also know that it’s for the best. 

You run your hands through your hair, tugging on the strands relentlessly and closing your eyes. You see his father, the tall, grim man, and replay the conversation you had in your head. 

“He has a bright future ahead of him, y/n.” 

Lucious had backed you into a corner, both metaphorically and literally, the stone of the castle biting harshly into your skin, “I know that, sir.”

He stood tall, menacingly, like he was bigger than the castle itself, “he doesn’t have time for nonsense, y/n.”

Your hands trembled, the cold of the dungeon nipping at them fiercely, “he’s very bright, Mr. Malfoy, I don’t think I’m slowing him down.”

The neutral, if not cold, expression on his face switched then to one of red hot anger, “did I ask what you think? It’s time the two of you separate. He is to be married next year and not to some silly Hufflepuff girl.”

“We’re just friends, sir,” your eyes had long since found the floor.

“Don’t be daft, my son is infatuated with you. If I catch you near him from this day on I will not hesitate to destroy you, do you understand me? Do not speak to him again.”

That was two weeks ago and you haven’t dared to go near him since, spending every waking moment of your spare time in the Hufflepuff common room. You aren’t brave, you didn’t march up to your best friend and tell him that his father threatened to destroy you. You would be lying if you said you even thought about it. The reality of it is that you’re a coward and have iced Draco out in fear of having his father hurt either of you.  

His father’s words still ring in your head. Don’t be daft, my son is infatuated with you. Your heart flutters hard in your chest, your rib cage the only barrier keeping it from finding him across the courtyard. Draco is infatuated with you. Apparently. He hasn’t said so, only his father. Still, you can’t help but hope that it’s true.

But then that makes your chest burn and palms sting again. You aren’t allowed to hope that Draco wants you. You aren’t even allowed to hope that he wants to be your friend. You’re not allowed anywhere near him, let alone allowed to kiss him. Would he even kiss you? Probably not. You tug even harder on your hair, as if pulling each strand out will somehow take the pain away. Don’t be daft.

“Y/n,” gentle hands wrap around your tight fists, “you’re hurting yourself.”

You forgot Luna was there, sitting next to you on the bench, the bench that is seventeen feet and four inches away from Draco. You let the airy Ravenclaw unravel your fingers and hold one of your hands, rubbing circles on the back of your palm. It doesn’t feel the same, her grip is too soft, her fingers too short. Draco’s fingers are longer. 

You shake your head, trying to clear the fog of him from your senses, “sorry, I know I’m not the best company right now.”

Luna only smiles at you and rolls her eyes gently, “I know it’s hard for you right now.”

Of course you told her. You weren’t able to tell Draco so you turned to Luna, your other best friend. You nod your head at the blonde girl, too tired to speak. 

“I think you should tell him though, he looks bloody miserable without you,” your eyes widen as if on their own accord.

You feel dizzy at the thought and not the good kind like when Draco spins you around. No, this is the bad kind of ‘I’m definitely going to throw up’ dizzy. Your heartbeat pounds in your ears rapidly. Thump, thump, thump. It almost sounds like footsteps, angry ones, pounding towards you. That can’t be right.

“I can’t tell him, Luna, you know that.”

A hand lands on your shoulder, warmth spreading through your jumper. You open your mouth, ready to thank Luna for relentlessly comforting you, but close it quickly when a thought hits you. You glance down to your lap, just to double check. There, on your lap rests your hand carefully wrapped up in both of Luna’s. Crap. 

“What can’t you tell me?” It takes everything in you to not let his familiar voice curl around you and pull you further into his touch.

You shift out of his hold, not turning to look at him yet, afraid to see the expression on his face. Would it be anger? Sadness? Disgust? The last one makes your heart drop, the thought of the blonde boy being repulsed by you causing you to curl into yourself slightly. You would take anything from him but that.

You stand curtly, turning to face Draco, all too aware of the lack of space between you and him. Six inches at the most, every breath he takes makes his chest brush yours. You still don’t look up at him, not anywhere ready to meet the eyes of the boy you’ve been avoiding. 

You lock your eyes on his silver and green tie, mumbling to it instead of him, “What makes you think I was talking about you, Draco?”

You finally glance up at him and wish you hadn’t. His eyes, usually a bright blue, are dull and rimmed with red. The bruises under his eyes stand out against his cheeks. He’s always had dark circles but this is extreme. He looks like he hasn’t slept in days, like he hasn’t eaten in days. It’s almost garish, but then again nothing could ever make the Slytherin Prince look anything less than perfect. He looks destroyed, almost as if his father had gotten to him too. You have to stop yourself from reaching out, choosing instead to look away again.

“Are you serious right now? Tell me this is all a joke y/n!” The courtyard goes silent when Draco raises his voice.

You squeeze your fists, the tone of his voice a punch in the gut. He never shouts at you. Draco is never anything but soft around you. Right now, however, he’s seething. No one around you dares to make a sound.

You close your eyes, trying desperately to stop a traitorous flood of tears, “Draco, please don’t do this right now.”

Draco takes a step back, as if your words had shoved him, “if not now then when? You’ve given me no choice! You run every time you see me, you don’t answer my notes. Do you even read them anymore? Can you just explain why you bloody hate me?”

His voice cracks when he says hate, like its acid in his mouth. In any way it’s acid to your ears. You could never hate Draco, it’s very much the opposite actually. You’re painfully in love with him.

“I don’t,” you have to pause to clear your throat, trying to rid the lump, “I could never hate you.”

His hand grasps you chin gently, his rings cold against your skin as he pulls your face up to meet his eyes, “then tell me what’s going on. Please.”

You squeeze your eyes close, sinking into the warmth of his palm for a moment. You can’t remember a time you’ve gone this long without the blonde boy touching you. You can’t stop the tears from trailing down your cheeks and into his palm. You can feel the hitch in his breath as if it had come from your own lungs. You wrap your own hands around his, squeezing his fingers gently before pulling them away from you.

“I can’t, Dra. We can’t do this anymore. I’m,” your voice trembles, your eyes still closed, his hand still locked in yours, “I’m not good for you. We can’t be friends.”

You release his hand, taking a few steps back from the love of your life. This time, though, he doesn’t let you get as far, taking two steps towards you for every step you take away from him. It doesn’t take him long before he’s in front of you again, closer and even more determined. His eyes burn into yours, his hands restless. You know he wants to touch you. At least, you hope he does. You want to.

“Don’t say that,” there’s a strength behind his words, one you have yet to hear until now, “don’t you dare say that! Tell me what’s going on y/n, you need to tell me! I can fix it. I can make it better whatever it is just please tell me. Please, love.”

Love. That’s new. Your heart cracks even more when he says it and maybe that’s because you know you won’t get to hear it again. You wish you could grab the word from his lips and hold on to it. You want to put it in your pocket so at least you can have a part of him, the very best part of him, for when he walked away. But you can’t, so there’s no use in trying. 

“You can’t fix it this time, Draco,” you take another step back and your back hits the rough surface of a tree.

He fills the space between the two of you once more and this time you’re stuck. Your palms continue to sting, reminding you relentlessly how much you need to touch him. You scrunch the hem of your jumper, trying desperately to quell the pain. Your wrists feel like they’re on fire, something you’ve come to realise that means you’re about to have a panic attack. He can't see that happen, you refuse to fall apart in front of him. 

Of course he notices, though. That’s your Draco, he notices everything about you. That’s his job. 

He grabs your face again, stopping you from frantically looking everywhere but him, “of course I can. When have I not fixed your problems? Remember when those Ravenclaws’ were messing with you? I took care of that, didn’t I? And Parkinson? Zabini? I took care of them too. Remember when Snape wouldn’t let you hand in your assignment because you had the flu? And the time you passed out in the stairwell? I fixed those too because I can. Because I wanted to and I do what I want. Now, all I’ve wanted for days is you so if someone said something to you I need you to tell me so I can sort them out and get my best friend back. Now.”

He stares into your eyes the entire time, daring you to turn away. You feel like you can’t breathe, your hands once again wrapped around his but this time clinging for dear life. You’ve been terrified for two weeks and the exhaustion hits you in one, whopping punch to your stomach, the second punch of the day. Without warning your legs give out, all of your weight falling into the blonde who seems to expect it. His arms wrap around you, holding you against his chest for the first time in what feels like ages.

You don’t realise that you’re sobbing until you try to speak, “Dra, I’m so scared. I’m tired,” you grip his robes in your fists, your head falling against his chest, “I don’t know how much longer I can do this, I feel like I’m falling apart.”

He pulls you closer to him, wrapping his arms around you and holding you against him. You can feel the sigh of relief he releases and his heartbeat slowing as if it’s your own. Maybe that’s because yours does the same. For the first time in weeks you’re engulfed in Draco and you cling to him, circling your arms around his waist and pulling yourself impossibly close. He wastes no time either, wrapping his cloak around you and burying his face in your neck. 

Your body shakes furiously in his arms, everything you’ve been bottling up comes pouring out in a torrent of sobs and hiccups. Draco presses closer to you, towering over you and shielding you from the rest of the world. You let his peppermint scent engulf you completely,

“For Salazar’s sake y/n I need you to tell me what’s wrong. I need to fix it, love. Please tell me,” his voice is low and choked.

He’s right, you know he’s right. You squeeze your eyes tighter and grip his back, savouring the muscles under his dress shirt for a few more seconds before you know you’ll have to let go.

“Your father told me we couldn’t see each other anymore. He told me,” you pull out of his arms, leaning back against the tree, “he said, well, it doesn’t matter what he said. We just can’t be together.” Draco’s eyes widen and your cheeks heat up, your words ringing through your ears, “I mean we can’t be friends.”

Draco steps closer to you, running a hand through his hair and closing his eyes. He mumbles something under his breath that you can’t hear but you’re almost positive that it’s a curse. When he opens his eyes, your heart stops. His blue eyes burn into yours, glassy and angry but with something else too, something hot and fierce. Your heart restarts when he places his arms against the tree, caging you between it and him. You can’t resist placing your hands on his chest, feeling his heartbeat pick up as well.

“What did my father say, y/n.” He isn’t asking you, he’s telling you.

You lower your eyes, not bothering to fight him anymore, “he told me he would destroy me if I kept being friends with you. He said you were getting married and that you could never marry a Hufflepuff and that he would destroy me if he had to.”

He staggers back with each word, like each one shoves him more than the last. He squeezes his fists before straightening his fingers, shoving them once more through his hair. His shoulders are tense, his back straight. His eyes are screwed shut again. 

“Bloody hell,” he pulls at his hair, biting his lip, “he’s lost his damn mind.”

You wrap your arms around yourself, tugging at your jumper, suddenly hot all over. Now is not the time to be getting riled up over Draco but you can’t help it, he looks exquisite. Messy hair and an un-tucked shirt, the veins in his hand prominent and his rings glittering in the afternoon sun. He’s absolutely and undeniably perfect.

“It’s ok, Dra, you’ll be ok,” you try your best to comfort him but he snaps his eyes open, looking at you like you’ve gone mad as well.

“My dad threatened to kill you! No I am not okay!”

This time you walk to him, pulling him into your chest again and wrapping your arms around his neck. He sweeps his arms around your waist, pulling you so close that you have to stand on your tiptoes to keep your arms around him. His hands grasp your hips tight and you immediately know what he wants. You oblige, wanting it just as much if not more, jumping up and wrapping your legs around his stomach. You tuck your face into his neck this time, breathing in the slightest hint of apples, green ones. 

You don’t speak, practically feeling the words bubbling in his chest, “My dad told you he was going to kill you, love. He threatened you and he didn’t even tell me. I am definitely not okay. I need to do something. I need to talk to him. And he told you I was getting married? He’s lucky he isn’t here. I don’t care if he’s my father, nobody talks to my girl like that.”

He’s rambling, something he does when he’s at his end. His words wrap around you, tangling with every part of you and sinking into your skin. They lull you into a daze of sorts, almost nodding off on your best friends shoulder. You don’t realise how tired you are until you’re in his arms, safe. And then it hits you, and you’re wide awake again.

“Your girl?”

You cut him off mid sentence, squeezing your legs tighter around him to bring his attention back to you.

“What did you say, love?” Draco hikes you further up his body, readjusting his grip on you.

Your cheeks flame, your neck hot. His eyes bore into yours, searching for something that you’re not quite sure you’re ready to give. His lips are so close to yours, his breath hitting your lips with every exhale. The courtyard around you fades away and Hogwarts itself holds its breath.

“Did you call me your girl, Draco?”

He doesn’t blush like you thought he would, “yes, I did. That’s what you are. Mine. And Merlin help my father for trying to take you away from me.”

You stare at him for a few seconds, letting his words sink into your flesh. They curl around your bones, laying down a warmth that you’ve been craving for longer than you can remember. He’s right. Of course he’s right, he’s Draco. You are his and you always have been. His arm around your back tightens, jostling you enough to make you cling harder to him. Your fingers find their way to the nape of his neck, tangling in his hair. He leans his head back, giving in to your touch willingly. 

He holds your gaze as your fingers weave through his silky hair, capturing you with his eyes and refusing to let go, “I’m yours, Draco. Please don’t let me go.”

He leans his forehead against yours, “never, love.”

Hogwarts releases the breath it had been holding, the noise of the courtyard once more fluttering around you. You go to get down from Draco but he stops you, tightening his arms. You only shake your head and smile, letting the sunshine warm your face.

Your heart aches slightly still though, “what are we going to do about your father, Dra?

He starts walking, the sudden movement causing you to tug his hair a little harder.

His voice is strained when he finally answers, leaning down to rub his cheek against your head, “just let me handle that, ok?” 

You give in, for now, laying your head on his shoulder and closing your eyes for the final time, “where are we going, Dra?”

“We, my love, are going to take a very much needed nap.”