#if you think the gag ball is funny evidence i hope you enjoy ‘no…WAY…! what the… HEEELLLLLLL?!?’

[doctor-hopper]

OK OK GLAD YOU ASKED! BEING-SERVANT-IS-DESPAIR-FOR-KOMAEDA RAMBLINGS LET’S GO!

So! Komaeda exercises a ton of control over the narrative, and he feels most comfortable whenever he’s able to, but we all know he’s also still got this intense sense of powerlessness and inferiority in his life. He’s almost innocent to a lot of the control he wields, just because he doesn’t think he’s ever fully capable of that—his luck has always snatched true control of his life out of his hands and left him a hapless toy of the Powers That Be. Everything just happens around him. He’s an ordinary person, an insignificant person, a worthless person, a bystander. Never Hope. Never even close.

Until the Tragedy rolls around, and the Killing School Life, and suddenly the very same Ultimate Despair that Komaeda already fell to (an inevitable fall, for someone of his inferior nature?) is defeated by (an equally inevitable) Ultimate Hope—

In the form of an ordinary, insignificant, supposedly-worthless Ultimate Lucky Student?

Just look at that reaction!

Naegi is a middle-finger to what’s left of Komaeda’s old worldview. Naegi’s a shift in the paradigm. And from here on, Komaeda makes that switch—by UDG, he’s decided that ordinary, insignificant, worthless underdogs are exactly the source of the new Hope he seeks to unleash.

But where does that leave Komaeda himself?

Because Komaeda isn’t Naegi. He didn’t face Despair and win—no, by this point, he’s given himself over to Despair Herself (if its claws haven’t been deep in him for much, much longer than that). His goalposts have shifted, and conveniently enough, they still just so happen to exclude him.

And sure, it’s a beautiful revelation, a beautiful brand-new Hope—but he’s angry. He’s envious, bitter. Naegi is exactly what he could’ve been all along, if not for…everything. Naegi is what he wants to be. A “ray of hope”.

So, what can he even do in this brave new world? Well, the same thing as always, sort of. He’ll let luck run its course, let it spare his life from the Warriors in exchange for a bargain and a collar around his neck. He’ll offer himself up to Despair, and thereby to Hope. And he’ll work behind the scenes, innocuously nudging the sequence of events in exactly the way he wants, wielding his luck just as it wields him, eking out uncanny control even through his powerlessness.

But what a cruelly poetic bargain that might’ve been, in his eyes. Because no matter how much influence he wields and how much he achieves, won’t it always be in service to a Hope he’ll never have (but maybe, maybe could have had) for himself?

hi. im here to kamukoma ramble. ok so i reeaaly hate how all kamumeshi Fan Content (which is basically all kamukoma content) waters down izuru to being the dominant one and servant to being his cute little dog like i feel like its so much more complex then that.

izuru was created to be subservient, to be smart enough to see through manipulation tactics and yet not care enough about himself to do anything to stop them, always doing something to serve someone else’s interests - and even when he does do one thing in his own interest (the killing game), it was largely because of his obsession with junko, so we see her still pulling the strings on him from beyond the grave (emphasized by his convo with her in his udg cameo). he doesn’t have power and he’s been designed not to want it. he’s been robbed of his humanity over and over again and been taught to accept it. he even explicitly states all of this in talent dev plan with taka

komaeda, on the other hand, is always framed with such heavy control over the narrative - he heavily influences dr2’s ending and takes that same puppeteering role in udg too. although he has that inferiority complex, he still holds so much power over everyone else, manipulating them like chess pieces. he is just as dangerous as izuru is, considering he has not only the intelligence but the motivation to act out like this, something izuru lacks.

and so this creates a really cool complexity where servant believes he’s meant to be subservient to izuru but this may not be wholly reflected in the way he acts, and izuru most definitely does not care for/about controlling servant. and, if izuru does take a domineering role, it’s because that’s what servant wants (especially after junko’s death, when he has no one left to place himself beneath), and so izuru’s still letting himself go with whoever the people surrounding him want him to be. he’s not with servant for the power trip, that goes completely against everything he’s ever been - because, in reality, IZURU is the one who exists to serve. to serve his creators, and then junko afterwards, even after her death. his purpose has always been assigned to him, not created by him.

both characters are fucked up and morally grey. both characters are the man, both characters are the god.

this is what i wish people would focus more on when writing their general character development and the development of their relationship. because they barely get any screen time you get lots of creative freedom and you can take this concept in either a “they are going to heal and get better together” route or a “they are doomed to always hurt each other in their codependency” route or some weird thing in between; again, personal preference, and if you want to keep izuru and hajime separate postgame this opens a whole new plethora of dynamics and development to write about after komaeda becomes himself again. the flexibility of their dynamic is whats so intriguing to me - kamukoma is a very complex and fluid idea that i wish more people would mess around with like this join me and we can play with them like putty

[binniesthighs]

dakimakura | reader x jisung

Pairing: self insert, female reader x han jisung 

Genre: smut, pwp 

Tags: softsub!jisung, harddom!reader, friends to lovers, pillow humping (m), masturbation (m), cumshot, begging, piv cowgirl, praising, dirty talk, corruption kink (f & m), degredation 

Word count: 2.4k 

Inspo: i blame you @jisungsplatforms (but I also love you *mwah* hehe thank you for this inspo! the realest friends introduce you to new kinks lolll) 

When the lights turn off, or in the dead of night, Jisung can’t help himself. 

How can something that feels so good make him feel so guilty? 

It had been a gag gift from some holiday or birthday--he can’t remember at this point. Sure, he thought that it was real funny at the time--what was even funnier to him was the fact that one of his friends had actually seen the thing, thought of him, and then spent money on it. Their loss, not his. 

By comparison, it wasn’t much larger than he was. Jisung knew that the large, body sized pillow could fit him well and he could fit it smushed onto his twin sized mattress when he pushed it up against the wall. It could almost be like it wasn’t even there. 

Jisung didn’t even know the character’s name, but he had tried to look it up once. The search yielded no results and he gave up easily after that too. All that he knew was that she must have been from some sci-fi thing--the very kind of anime show that he didn’t often watch. He really was one for the softer, cuter, more romantic ones that would leave him wanting something like that. 

She had red hair and a red outfit that had been illustrated to look as if it shone. She had cute features: a thin waist, a tiny nose and a pleading brown eyes with fingers hooking into the waist of her pants suggestively. Her thighs were perfectly shaped; unrealistically so--as they often were. Naturally, her breasts were humongous: a stark contrast to the rest of her body which was thin and lithe. 

The other side of the pillow, or the the side which he kept face down, ridded her of all of her clothes. The character wore baby pink lingerie which was nearly sheer. It left little to the imagination: her perky nipples protruded the fabric, and her glistening pussy slicked wet on her thighs and between her hairless folds. On top of it all, her orange hair had strewn everywhere onto the mattress-like image she was placed on, and her tongue dripped with in saliva that dripped down her neck. 

“Real classy.” Chan had called it. 

Jisung said that he was going to throw it out after it spent one night in his room when he was too tired from the festivities. 

He had heard that these things were comfortable, so he didn’t see the harm in trying. 

Jisung wrapped his leg around the body pillow to cuddle it, and the action itself was embarrassing enough to send a blush to his cheeks. The large mass did feel comforting, like another body in his bed which had only even been home to him. In the dark of his room, he could barely see the design, but knowing that it was there was something else. To save himself even further shame, he flipped it to the side where she was clothed. Even though no one had seen him do so in his sacred single-room, he still felt a cringe creep across his mouth. 

Just once. Just once I’ll look at it. 

He promised himself before turning the pillow over. 

Sure, her breasts were gorgeous: perfectly plump looking and doughy to play with...just as he had often fantasized about. His mind wandered to even more crude thoughts: what would she taste like, how would she sound if he had fucked her: would she be loud of soft? Would she be tight? 

Between his legs, he felt the heat rising, and jerked his hips at his wandering thoughts against cushion of the pillow. 

The blankets of the bed shifted, the frame creaked, then he found himself looming over her orgasmic face and all he could do was run wild with even more questions. Perhaps she would be soft, she would squeak, she would mix his name with her moans. 

Jisung straddled with pillow in his boxers and sighed out at the pressure of his hardening erection against her waist. He rolled his hips once, twice, a third time... 

“F-fuck...” 

He pressed his full weight against the pillow as he wetted the insides of his underwear with his dripping tip. His shaking fingers clawed out at the corners to hold himself steady, and with his unstable breaths he looked down at her. Tiny and stifled moans bit at his lip where he rocked his hips, slowly growing addicted to the friction. 

“F-fuck.” He cursed to the empty room again.  

Jisung didn’t know that he would enjoy edging himself so much, but with that first night, he was learning plenty of new things. 

After all, the pillow didn’t end up in the garbage, but rather the laundry. 

~🌹~

You had known of his little secret. 

While Jisung had thought that he could keep himself quiet, the steady creak of his bed during the late hours of the night gave him up obviously. 

You thought that it was cute. 

In fact, you had often imagined what he would’ve looked like desperately grinding himself over that pillow until he could take no more, or how he would milk his cum all over fabric and let it string between his fingers. Some nights, he would even go for more than one round. He must’ve been so agitated, so untouched, that he could do something like that to himself. 

You wanted to see it. 

The floorboards betrayed your steps to his room where the thumping had started near the hours of 2 or 3 in the morning. He had even left the door cracked open a little; as careless as he was. 

From the other side of his door, his breathy little moans were unbelievable. The fact that he could do something to himself was remarkable. He could work himself up to the point of overstimulation all on his own, and he would do it multiple times. 

“Mm.” He whimpered out, and the sound of his sheets crinkling followed. 

It was undeniable that you felt a similar heat below your waist, and it wetted your panties and clit so obviously it ached for you bring a touch for relief. Your thighs rubbed together to find some kind of sensation, but you wanted to wait the longest you could. You would save it all for him. 

“Jisung? Are you still awake?” You asked softly with a knock on the door. 

He scrambled with a tiny yelp and the sound of the pillow getting thrown to the floor poofed. 

“I can’t sleep, I’m coming in.” 

He had done somewhat of a good job covering it up...if you had ignored his discarded boxers also on the floor. Jisung pulled up his blanket all the way up to his nose. The light from the hall flooded, and you could still see the rosy blush to his cheeks. 

“I-I’m awake. Come-come in.” 

“You okay?” You asked, trying not to eye the evidence on the floor. 

“Yeah! Yeah! A-HEM! Yeah. All good here.” 

Under his thin sheets, his legs wiggled and you wondered if he had been close, and if you had just ruined his orgasm. 

“What can I help you with?” He timidly asked with legs still impatiently twisting. 

“Oh...I just couldn’t sleep, so I was wondering if you could help me?” 

His eyes widened, “How so?” 

“Well, for starters, you could show me something.” 

“Show you?” Jisung’s nervous eyes flicked from you to the discarded pillow, which had embarrassingly even landed on the scantily clad side. 

“I hope that I didn’t interrupt you.” You teased him further with a growing grin. 

“I-interrupt me? I wasn’t...I wasn’t doing anything? I was sleep--” 

“--Jisungie, I think that the both of us know that you definitely weren’t sleeping.” 

Jisung stammered, and you could tell that he had tried with all his might to not look back down at the pillow. 

“Was-was not? I was sleeping.” 

You strode confidently over to the rejected pillow, not even surprised to feel that it had been lightly wet from some kind of body fluid. You waved it in his face with an even more smug grin. 

“You’re terrible at keeping secrets Sungie. You don’t have to be so shy about it. Not when I know already.” 

“I don’t know what you’re talking about!” He said, becoming defensive.  

“Don’t pretend like you fuck this cute little pillow of yours and ruin it. I’m not blind Jisung. Also...there’s no shame in that...” 

“I do not!!” 

“If you don’t then would you like to explain why I can see your cute dick bouncing under this blanket?” 

Jisung yelped out even louder and threw his hands down his body to cover the obvious area, nearly hitting himself at the same time, then hissing out at his sensitivity. He shied, finally realizing that he couldn’t hide it any more. 

“...It’s embarrassing.” 

“Awww you’re so cute Sungie.” 

“Can you not tell anyone?” 

You laughed, “I think it’s a bit late for that. If I know...likely everyone else does.” 

“Ah shit.” 

“I could...help you, if you’d like?” 

Jisung appeared to crumble into a shy little ball. “What do you mean? This is embarrassing enough.” 

You asked permission to peel the sheets back, and he let you do so with a shocked little glisten to his big brown eyes. It was just as you had expected: his cock was pink and hardened furiously with his tip that flared and bubbling with precum. It was deliciously thick with a considerable length, the kind that you knew would’ve felt amazing in your throat. 

“Look at you...so worked up...you did this all yourself?” 

Jisung nodded with his face in his hands. 

“I-I can’t help it sometimes. It just feels s-so good.” 

“Can you show me baby? Show me how you grind into this pillow of yours? Wouldn’t that feel nice?” 

You brought the redheaded anime girl back to his bed which he peeked at through closed fingers. 

“When you look at her, what does it feel like? You wish that you could fuck her? Feel her warm pussy around your cock that only gets tighter and tighter...”

Jisung whimpered at your coaxing and nodded to every word. “ ‘Want to know...want to know what it feels like...” 

“Show me how you do it Sungie, cum all over your dirty pillow for me, soak it. Ruin it.” 

The adorable boy nodded, then shifted to straddle it once more now facing you. He swam in his oversized tee, and he was looked just as soft as you had expected. 

“L-like this?” He said, sinking over the cotton with his throbbing dick. 

“Just like that baby. Keep going.” 

Jisung dug his fingernails into the pillow as he thrust over it and flicked his hips nearly directly over the character’s waist and stomach. He couldn’t meet your eyes at first, but focused only on the way that he fucked it, but as soon as your praises started to fill his ears, he wanted you to watch him. It felt pathetic, but he loved it. 

“That’s it Sungie. Does it feel good? Fuck, look how cute you are. You’re that desperate that you would fuck this pillow? You want to know what it feels like?’ 

“Mm-yes.” Jisung muttered with even more broken gasps, “W-wanna know...what it feels like...inside...please--” 

“If you cum for me first, maybe you can find out.” 

Jisung looked up to you, pleading.” “R-really? You’ll let me?” 

“You want to fuck me Jisungie?” 

“Fuck--yes.”  The small boy nearly growled. 

“Cum for me first.” 

He huffed out in his focus, but nodded, while thrusting his hips harder. 

Everything about him was a sight to behold that sent your arousal straight to your clit which twitched just for him. As badly as he wanted to fuck you, you wanted to fuck him too; fuck him until he couldn’t make sense of his words, or until he had begged you to give him a break. 

Jisung continued at his face, and the longer he went, the more whiny his moans became. Pre-cum pearled at his tip which turned even redder against the fabric, and his back arched when he found an angle that he preferred. When he got closer, his eyes screwed shut, and his eyelids fluttered when he brought out his orgasm. 

“F-feels really good...” He said with a tiny euphoric smile. “C-close.” 

“Cum for me baby, just like the dirty baby that you are fucking that pillow. Is your dick that desperate to feel a cunt? This is the best that you come up with?” 

As your words turned dirtier, Jisung appeared to loose himself further, groaning out louder, and drawing his hips in deeper and collapsing over the length of the pillow. 

“M’ gonna cum, f-fuck, please wanna feel you, so, so bad.” 

“Prove it.” You challenged him further. 

With a strained little grunt that was much too cute for his own good, Jisung came over the design of the anime girl on his pillow, and he splattered her with white. His whole body shook with his high, and he shivered as he milked himself over her till his dick twitched with nothing more left to give. 

He gasped out and looked to you for approval, which you gave him overwhelmingly seeing the way that his thighs even trembled too. 

“Did I do good?” He asked while jerking himself further, not even caring that it made him flinch. 

“Of course you did babyboy.” You praised, and leaned over the sticky mess to give him a quick kiss. “I’d make you go longer, but I’m feeling impatient.” 

Jisung watched when you striped your bottom half of your sweatpants, and nearly drooled seeing you dip your hand between your folds to rub slowly at your swelling clit and swirl your fingers with your own cum. 

“See what you do to me Jisungie?” 

He nodded vehemently and threw back his beloved pillow to make more space for you. 

“Oh my god...this is really happening.” He whispered out. 

Your hand slid over to his dick lathered with his cum and you twisted around it with your own hand, then roughly toyed with his slit. After, you took your own slick to mix and rub around his length. He collapsed to his back overcome with the pressure from your hand. 

“Oh god.” He hushed with legs still trembling. “Please fuck me, I-I can’t wait...hurts...”  

“Oh I will Sungie.” You returned, and positioned your hips over his, and teased at your entrance with his pink head. “It’s my turn to ride now.” 

~🌹~ 

Bunch of (Ro)ses! 

@minaamhh @dazzlehoseok @synnocence @jjewibeans @hyunsluvv @unexceptional-h @bobawithchaitea @lechanters @sailorhyunjinz @silencefavarchive @eunaeiekim @lunarskzzz

[travesty-majesty]

22 for TNG! I gotta know which kids are clowns ASDGHJKJ

I’m gonna go with Estrella for this one! She definitely takes Kokichi’s humor on, and the few that get it find her funny. (Also I need some seratonin and writing Estrella helps lol)

Also I’m actually gonna write a small sorta fic for this! I’m guessing that’s what the prompts meant anyways sucjhfjcnsi

22. “Stop making me laugh!”

Characters: Estrella, Sara, Aeja

Ships: Slightly implied SaraYama, Implied unofficial EstrellAeja

(Background Vera, Hayden, Oliver)

~ ~ ~

Estrella was, by nature, a comedian. She liked making people laugh, including herself. Even if others didn’t understand her humor, she found herself funny, and her pops taught her that that’s all that matters!

She would like someone to laugh at her jokes, though. Even just once or twice, you know? Just to know she isn’t a totally hopeless joker. She didn’t have many friends in school or on her road, but... well, she can’t say that changed much when she got kidnapped. Obviously. A killing game ain’t exactly daycare.

But she did meet some people that laughed at her jokes.

Sara was one. She was a pretty chill person overall, getting along with almost everyone, including Estrella! They didn't talk every day, but most days they had a conversation or two, not really talking about anything important. They did convene during investigations sometimes, though!

“Hey, Sara! I got a hetero joke for ya.” 

“Pfff, haha! That’s one way of phrasing it. Ok, what is it?”

“Mhm! So, what did Cinderella say when she got to the ball?” Estrella asked, leaning down on the table where Sara was sitting. Vera listened in too.

“How is this a hetero joke- I don’t know, what?”

Estrella smirked, then opened her mouth and stuck her finger in, making a gagging sound. Sara raised an eyebrow for a second, taking a moment. 

Internally, Estrella panicked. Did she get it? Was that too hetero of a joke? She’ll admit, it was kinda inappropriate. In fairness though, she’d heard it off her pops! She wasn’t to blame though.

Suddenly though, Sara exploded, wheezing with laughter. Estrella sighed softly in relief, laughing too.

“F-for goodness sake, Estrella! That’s- god, that’s terrible-!”

“Hey, you laughed!”

“I know and I hate it!”

Estrella laughed more, then stood up properly again. She placed her hands behind her head.

“Well then, my job here is done! I’ll be seeing you, ladies~” Estrella said, turning with a wink and a wave, strolling out. 

She was always a flirt.

~ ~ ~

Aeja... Where does she begin? Aeja was great. At the start, Estrella didn’t see her as much more as another stick in the mud, but after Aeja laughed at a joke Estrella made in the first trial, she started paying the copycat a lot more attention. 

And evidently, Aeja returned the favour.

The two started hanging out more and more as the game progressed. At the start, Aeja was probably just sticking with her out of pity or something. Estrella knows that much; she may be stupid but she isn’t that stupid. But after a while of incessant flirting and jokes, Estrella likes to think Aeja started enjoying being around her too.

One day, Aeja was in the library with some of the others, reading with them. It had been quiet; almost silent actually, when Estrella arrived.

“Oh Aejaaaa~!” 

Aeja turned around in her chair, watching Estrella bound into the room. She smiled, closing her book. Looking back at Hayden and Oliver, who she had been reading with, she excused herself and stood up, meeting Estrella halfway.

“Good afternoon, Estrella. How are you?” She asked. Estrella sighed dramatically, placing a hand over her forehead. Her mood swings were a part of the comedy.

“Ah, just horrible! I haven’t seen you allllll moooorning, don’t you know how torturous that can be?!” She exclaimed. Aeja chuckled softly, bringing Estrella’s hand back down.

“Sorry I didn’t catch you at breakfast. I had matters to attend to.”

“Matters like sitting in a room full of dead cows and paper?”

“Why do you phrase the library like that..? And no, me and Hayden were investigating the new areas of the school that opened up. We came here shortly after.” Aeja explained. Estrella hummed.

“Ok, ok, a valid excuse.”

“It’s not quite an excu-”

“But that doesn't excuse leaving me on my own! I had to have a conversation with Aspirin, Aeja! ASPIRIN! I was that bored!” She exclaimed, shaking Aeja for more dramatic effect. Have you noticed how dramatic Estrella is yet?

Aeja laughed, grabbing Estrella’s wrists to steady her.

“His name is Aspen, Estrella. And I’m so terribly sorry you had to interact with others like a normal human being.” Aeja responded, smirking. Estrella feigned shock.

“How dare you?? My own dear Aeja, insulting me? I don’t believe it!” After a moment, she hummed, then smiled. “Actually, nah, I believe it. Aaaanyways, you’re here now! Now we can finally hang out! Woo!” She cheered. Aeja laughed a bit louder this time, then looked around at Hayden and Oliver, then back to Estrella.

“Stop making me laugh! This is a library, we’re supposed to be quiet.” She murmured. Estrella raised an eyebrow and smirked. 

“Oh, right. I forgot, oopsies! Well...”

She then walked forward and leaned right in close to Aeja, right against her ear.

“Should I whisper, then? Will this do?” She whispered, right into Aeja’s ear. She knew what she was doing. 

Aeja practically squeaked, shoving Estrella away. “Estrella! Don’t do that...”

“Aww, did I scare ya?” Estrella asked, hands on her hips. In her head, she was winning this encounter. Even if she couldn’t break character now, she’d be in hysterics over this later.

“Not quite scared, per say...” Aeja replied, placing a hand over her face. 

“Well, if you weren't scared too badly, then you can definitely play with me, right? Right!”

“Wait, what? What do you-”

Estrella reached forward and leaned in again, whispering again. She got such a reaction the first time!

“Tag. You’re it~”

She tapped Aeja’s shoulder before springing away and dashing out of the room. Aeja stood there for a second, taking it in.

“I... wait- hey! Estrella!”

Aeja turned back to the Boys for a second. “Sorry, I have to go! I’ll see you two later-!” Was what she said before running after her.

Estrella smiled as she ran, re-running the events in her head. That's was great! It’s nice for someone to actually respond to her advances, even if they’re jokes.

“If jokes are funny, then I’m a joke! My whole thing is jokes, right? Then I suppose that makes me one, too.” She thought.

She smiled again.

She must be one hell of a funny joke to get Sara and Aeja to laugh like they did.

~ ~ ~

(Wow I got carried away-

Also accidentally made this another estrellaeja fic, oOPS-

[Yes, another, I have written multiple.]

Hope you enjoyed anyways! Hopefully this is a bit of insight to some of their characters lol)

[fanficsrusz]

Beach Fun - Johnny Utah oneshot

A/n: requested by anon and its just a fluffy fic. Its sunday and im relaxing so its not got a lot of detail. Kinda wish this turnt into a smut but anon wanted fluff so i delivered 😊😊

Summary: y/n and johnny spend a day at the beach where Johnny tries to teach reader how to surf.

______________

y/n smiled as she stepped onto the beach. The feeling of the warm sand under her feet calmed her and the sun on her face excited her. It had been so long since she was able to enjoy the beach. 

The car door behind her slammed behind her but y/n ignored it, too excited about jumping into the cool water. 

It was only when she felt a presence next to her that she opened her eyes. 

Y/n turned to her boyfriend, johnny and smiled. It was their first day off in God knows how long and johnny had promised her that he would teach her how to surf. "im so excited" y/n exhaled as she walked with johnny back to the car, grabbing the surf boards out of the boot. 

Johnny laughed at his girlfriends eagerness. "babe you only learnt how to swim last month, i can't believe you want to learn how to surf. Honestly i don't think you're ready" he watched as y/n stopped what she was doing and pouted at him. That was how she got whatever she wanted, she knew he couldn't resist her and she used it to advantage. "oh my God fine. You're ready" he laughed and watched as she smiled once again.

Y/n began to walk off dragging the board behind her and johnny watched as she moved to set up a spot on the beach for them. 

He continued to gather the last few items from the car before turning to face y/n. 

He stopped suddenly, his mouth going dry as he tried to swallow the lump that formed. 

Y/n stood in the middle of the beach as she pulled her t-shirt over head and her shorts down, leaving her in a simple black halter neck bikini. It was so simple, yet she still managed to look sexy. Johnny gulped and tried to hide the bulge in his pants as he made his way other. He couldn't help the smile that happened just by looking at the Goddess in front of him. 

Y/n turned around just as Johnny approached. "umm excuse me have you seen my girlfriend? This is our stuff here but all i see if you, a sexy, hot, beautiful woman" he dropped the board to the floor and pulled her closer with each word he spoke. Y/n laughed as she hooked her arms around his neck, a playful smirk across her face. "I don't know where she is, but im sure she wouldn't mind if i looked after you instead" she moved her hand up and cupped his face before bringing him down to kiss him. Their lips moved against each other, slow and tender. Johnny's hand dropped to her bare waist as he pulled her closer, hoping the kiss would never end. 

To his dismay, the kiss was short lived as a child ran past shouting a loud "ewwww" followed by the child's mother shushing him. This caused the pair to pull apart and laugh at the child's actions. 

Johnny looked into y/n's eyes, losing himself in her y/e/c eyes. The sun bounced off her y/h/c hair, creating a sort of halo effect around her; she was truly an angel.

" how did I ever get so lucky to have you?" he smiled as he kissed her again and she just slapped his chest playfully. "stop it. Go get changed so you can teach me how to surf" she pushed him away as she watched him walk towards the changing rooms, he took a quick look behind him before he disappeared. 

Y/n laughed as she sat down on the towel she spread out. She began to apply sun cream onto her body just as someone blocked the sun out. 

"that was quick" she looked up assuming it was johnny but was shocked to see another guy stood over her smirking. "hey little thing. I can help you with that" he was so smug with the way he talked it made y/n gag. He was short, bald and older than her father. 

She leaned back to peer around his as she saw Johnny walking back now dressed in his swim shorts. She smirked as her boyfriend stood behind the man. "no im good. Oh hi babe" y/n jumped up quickly and ran to hug Johnny. Johnny smiled at the girl, pulling her to his side protectively as he turned to face the stranger. Johnny loomed over him, the height and size difference evident. He shot daggers at the strange man and the man held his hand up, not wanting to start a fight. "sorry bro, didn't know she was taken. You're a lucky man" y/n couldn't help but laugh as the guy walked away, his tail between his legs. 

"I can't leave you alone for 2 minutes without some sleaze ball hitting on you can i" johnny joked and y/n just laughed "hey don't pretend that you haven't noticed the group of girls over there ogling you the whole time you've been here" she gestured to a group of 5 teenage girls who were looking and giggling. Johnny blushed and kissed the girl quickly before pulling her to the water. "well let's get in the water before anyone tries to break us up".

 Y/n pulled her arm back and crossed them sheepishly across her chest. Johnny turned to her, a confused look on his face. "what?" he asked confused as to why y/n didn't follow him. She shrugged and looked around quickly before her eyes caught sight of the sun cream. Quickly she picked it up and held it out to him. "you haven't put on sun cream yet" she said quickly, Johnny threw his head back in laughter. 

He knew exactly what she was doing and so he walked over to her, looking down at her before placing his hands on her shoulders.

 "you are not backing out of this. You've been pestering me for weeks to teach you how to surf and you're getting in the water whether you want to or not" y/n stepped back and johnny followed her movements without hesitation. "I was just thini- ahhh Johnny" y/n was pulled off her feet as Johnny picked her up and threw her over his shoulder. "PUT ME DOWN" she laughed as she hit his back and johnny just shook his head. "nope. You're going in the water". Within seconds y/n was flying through the air as he threw her in the sea.

 "I am so getting you back for this" the girl spat as she stood from the water, her hair now drenched. Johnny laughed as he started to walk back to get y/n's surfboard.

 "you can get me later now let's surf" 

Johnny pulled the board over to the girl and instructed her on what to do. "ok so first you need to get on it" he held it still and patted the board. Y/n stared at it before making her way over and climbing onto it with the help of Johnny of course. After a good 5 minutes of her trying to keep her balance, she finally sat still on the board. 

"good. Now stand up" she looked at him as if he just told her he had three heads. "what? How can i stand?" Johnny looked up at her and smiled "you need to stand up if you want to surf babe" y/n groaned and moved to stand. Her legs wobbled as she moved to a crouching position and slowly stood, her arms extended and her body rocked side to side and soon she stood.

 Laughing with glee she looked at Johnny who held the board still. "ha i'm doing it" Johnny let go of the board to clap slowly "well done. You just need to learn now to actually surf now but you're doing great".

He had spoken to soon because the second he let go, a small wave came along knocking y/n of the board. With a small yelp, y/n fell backwards into the water. Johnny just laughed as he watched the girl surface from the water. 

"you think this is funny?" she asked as she moved the board to the side, creating a path towards a still laughing Johnny. "y/n its fucking hilarious" he continued to laugh and y/n swam closer to him. 

When she reached him she stroked his face and kissed him. He stopped laughing as her lips locked onto his, he could taste the ocean water on her lips as she deepened the kiss. She moved her hand down his chest and into his pants causing Johnny to let out a moan. He pulled away and looked at her with lust filled eyes. 

He was so glad that the beach was practically empty now. "I've had dreams like this y/n" he said darkly and moved to kiss her again as he became hard in her hand. "take your trunks off" she whispered into his ear and without questioning it he took them off. He moved to kiss her again but she suddenly pushed him away, beginning to swim towards the beach and johnny looked at her confused.

When she reached the water's edge she turned back and held his shorts up in one hand before she shouted at him. 

"TOLD YOU I WOULD GET YOU BACK" Johnny realised the game she was playing with him and moved to cover himself with his hands as he awkwardly swam closer to where she stood. 

"y/n babe. I love you so much but you're an evil evil girl" he chuckled and y/n watched as he looked around. "you're not going to give them back to me are you?" he asked sounding defeated and y/n shook her head "nope" she popped the P and watched on as Johnny made an awkward dash towards the towels.

She fell to the floor laughing as Johnny quickly covered himself in a towel, earning himself a few wolf whistles from the group of girls from earlier. 

Y/n made her way back over to him and hugged him. "I love you too" she said sitting next to him. Johnny laid down and y/n handed his shorts back to him as she laid her head on his chest. "at least I stood up on the board" she said proudly Johnny snorted "yhh for a whole 3 seconds y/n" they both laughed. 

Y/n kissed him quickly before standing up, extending a hand to Johnny. The sun had officially set and it the air had become cold. "come on let's go home" she said as she helped him up. He leaned down to her ear and whispered sweetly to her. "when we get home, we are going to shower and you will finish what you started" he walked off in front and y/n laughed running after him. She slapped him butt jokingly as she ran past causing johnny to chase her all the way back to the car. She would be in for it that night.

The end

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[ch4nb4ng]

Jealous

Jealous! Minho

Request: can you write a jealous! minho? 💖

Word Count: 2.8k 

Warning: All the smut

Pairings: Minho x (fem) reader

A/N: Hope you guys enjoy!

This Thursday night was the monthly movie night. It used to be once every week, but after the boys debuted, it got harder as they became busy with new schedules every day. Nevertheless, you and some of your friends found a way to still catch up with boys. It was definitely the highlight of your month. You loved seeing the boys, as they had been good friends of yours since childhood.

***

You and your two girlfriends pull up to the discrete entrance to the doorway. It was still something you all laughed about ever since the boys became JYP trainees. Giving the door a few soft knocks with your delicate knuckles, the door opened, revealing a smiley and happy Chris on the other side.

“Girls,” he yells in excitement, motiong a hand towards you to walk into the door, “you have arrived!”

He gives you both 3 separate bear hugs. Chris was always one of the nicest people. Always welcoming, humble, and happy to see you.

“Hi Channie,” you smile.

Felix then got up off of the couch, followed by Changbin, then Hyunjin, Woojin, and so on, until you had said hi to all of the boys, except Minho.

“Where’s Minho?”

“He’s just in the bathroom.”

Changbin coughs, mumbling something under his breath, causing Chris and Woojin to chuckle. You turn and look at him, furrowing your brows in annoyance,

“Hmm, what did you say?” You ask, completely sassing him.

“I said,” he replied with as much sass, “30 seconds in and she’s already looking for him.”

Chuckles begin to scatter over the room, causing your ears to turn red.

“What’s everyone laughing about?”

You hear a deep voice appear from around the corner. Your eyes widen when you see him.

“Oh y/n, girls, you’re here!”

Enthusiasm and pure elation evident in his voice. Walking over to you to say hello, he gives the other two and big hug, however, when he comes to you, he gives you a kiss on the cheek, and a hug, the butterflies in your stomach were awakened.

“H-hi Minho,” you slightly stutter. Changbin nearly chokes on his water. You give him a death glare, in which he completely shits his pants and stays quiet.

You had known the boys for a long time, but not Minho. You were only introduced to him once the boys became trainees. He was really nice and kind like the rest, but you avoided him. Didn’t talk to him as much. You were too attracted to him, and you kinda had the tendency to being somewhat obvious when you were attracted to someone.

So you didn’t really talk to him, until that one night, when you were all in the dorms, deciding to play a drinking with the older boys. The 00s and Jeongin had gone to sleep.

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“O-okay” Chris slightly slurred, “y/n, truth or dare?”

“Um” you slurred more, putting one finger onto his chest, playfully pushing him, “I’ve done truth the w-hole game, so let’s go dare.” You giggled for no reason, leaning your head onto Woojin’s shoulder, causing them all to break out in hysterical laughter.

“Mmm okay then, I dare you tooooo,” Chris puts a finger to his chin, thinking of what difficulty dare he was going to give you.

“I got it! I dare you to go into the closet with Minho for 10 minutes!”

Too drunk to care, you look at Chris, huffing at him,

“Too easy. Minho,” you stand up, leaning a hand out to him, “let’s go.”

You both walked to the closet and closed the door behind you. It was pretty small, so you were pressed up against each other, noses slightly touching at the tip.

“You know,” Minho begins to whisper, just incase the boys’ ears were pressed to the door, “I’ve never said this, but I actually think you’re really sexy.”

He lifts one finger, lightly tracing it up and down the insides of your arm.

“Oh really,” you ask, slowly putting your arms around his neck, “I mean, you’re not to bad yourself. Why don’t you  do something about it?”

You jump, forcing him to catch you, wrapping your legs around his lower back. He grabs you, placing his hands firmly on each side of your ass, giving a small, yet tight squeeze,

“Oh I’ll show you.”

Minho opens the door with you still on him,

“Oi boys! Get rid of the timer, we are gonna need a lot more than 10 minutes!”

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You guys went all the way that night. Hair pulling, back scratching, moaning each other’s name. It was a night full of passion and desire. It was the best sex you had ever had. But it wasn’t the last time you had ‘mucked around’ with Minho. Sneaking into the dorm when the boys weren’t there, or they were. Going into the jyp building to the bathrooms. Name a place and you two had already been there. But the others didn’t know, and you wanted to keep it that way.

“Okay so,” Felix asks, breaking the silence by bringing out out all of the dvds that you, as a group, had already seen at least 10 times, “what movie do you guys wanna watch?”

“I hope you guys don’t mind, but I’m gonna go to bed. I’m actually really tired and I have to wake up at 4am tomorrow.”

You smiled at Jeongin, “of course Jeongin, we understand.”

You give a big hug, saying a quick ‘goodnight’ to him, before letting him go.

“Okay so you guys still haven’t answered my question yet?”

“Hmmm,” you walk up to Felix, rummaging through all the dvds you thought you had watched. You stumbled, when your eyes landed on this one, surprised they would even have it in their collection. You rip it from Felix’s hands, causing him to gasp,

“Really Y/n? Fifty shades of grey?”

Minho’s ears perk up. He smirks, knowing that it was your choice.

“Yeah why not? We are all adults here-”

“And we have seen every other movie like 20,000 times,” Minho cuts you off, looking directly at you. He sends a wink your way, knowing what your true intentions were for the night.

With all of them agreeing, you put the movie in the Dvd player, before making 3 bowls of popcorn and sorting out the fluffy blankets to share.

Without hesitation, Minho sits right next to you, gently placing a hand on your thigh, almost stating his territory.

Jisung sits on the opposite side of you, Minho’s jaw already clenching. He turns and looks at you flashing a quick smile before grabbing a handful of popcorn and focusing on the movie.

“good choice of movie y/n,” Jisung whispered into your ear causing you to giggle. Minho’s head snaps around to look at you, curious about how whatever Jisung said was so funny.

Throughout the whole movie, Jisung kept whispering funny things to you, trying to feel less awkward watching such a sexual movie with so many people. You laughed every time, sometimes hitting his shoulder in a playful way, telling him to ‘stop.’

“Oh my god Jisung,” you snorted, “you are so funny.”

You could feel the grip on your thigh slowly get stronger and stronger each time you laughed. Minho was the jealous type, to say the least. He wanted you, bad, and couldn’t stand to see you with any other guy, even the other boys sometimes, but especially Jisung. Jisung was one of, if not, the most charismatic guys there was. He knew how to make girls fall for him in an instant. Sure, Minho was funny too, but he couldn’t compete with Jisung.

His blood began to boil. It was like steam was about to come out of his ears, you could feel the heat radiating from his seat.

“You okay?” You ask him, moving a hand up to his inner thigh. His breath hitches, before answering,

“Yes y/n I’m fine.”

He was abrupt. Not knowing why, you turned away from him, starting a new conversation with Jisung again.

The move was nearly at the end, and almost everyone had fallen asleep. Well, except for you and Minho of course. You didn’t even notice Jisung drift off, until you saw him with his mouth open, saliva dribbling out. You laughed at the sight, thinking it was cute. Minho huffs beside you, getting up and dashing straight to his room, closing the door behind him. Confused and concerned about him, you look around, making sure everyone was asleep. You slowly crawl out from under the blanket, before opening the door and seeing no one there. You were lost, before you felt a set of hands close the door behind you, pushing you up against the door, stomach pressed against the cold wood.

“Minho, what are you-”

“Shut up y/n,” Minho cuts you off. He grabs your hips, flipping you around to face him,

“You thought that shit was funny, huh?”

“What did I-”

“Oh don’t be stupid, I know what you were trying to do. Trying to make me jealous by talking to Jisung, the whole time? Acting like I didn’t exist?”

“Oh I’m sorry baby,” you pout, laying your hands upon his chest, “I didn’t mean to make you upset.”

You trail a hand down his stomach, placing your hand over his clothed crotch, gently massaging him. A small grunt escapes from his mouth, “tell me, how can I make it up to you?”

“Well first of all,” he says, hooking his arm around your lower back, pulling you closer to him, noses almost touching like the first time, “ I need to punish you.”

He rips his shirt off over his head, exposing his mouth watering abs. He then unties the string on his tracksuit pants, ripping them off as well. Not even needing to follow instructions he gave you, the sight of his already hardened cock through his boxers made you drop to your knees. This time, you rip them down to ankles, exposing his throbbing, veiny cock.

You place a hand under his balls, before putting your mouth over the tip of him, circling around his slit.

“Yeah that’s right, just like that babygirl,” he moans, running a hand through his hair, “now, take all of me in.”

You do what what says, sinking your mouth onto him further and further, reaching the base of his cock. You begin to bop your head up and down at a steady pace.

A compilation of ‘mmmms’ and ‘oh yeahs’ are elicited from Minho’s mouth.

You begin to pick up your pace. He grabs onto your hair, grouping it into a ponytail, pushing down on it. Simultaneously, he starts to buck his hips into you. You begin to gag as his cock hits your throat.

“Shit baby don’t stop,” he grunts, quickening his thrusts in you your mouth. He feels like he is about to cum, when he pulls himself out.

He grabs both of your hands, lifting you up. Pushing you against the door. He rips your skirt off, followed by your panties, then falls on his knees. He spreads your legs wide open, lifting one up in the air. He puts two of his fingers in his mouth, sucking on them ferociously, before barely grazing over your clit. You moan loudly,

“Minho please.”

“No no shh shhh, don’t want the others to wake up do we?”

“No sir,” you mumbled. He kept his light, agonising touch over your core. You began to buck your hips, trying to create more friction. He stops,

“Oh no baby, we can’t have you doing that,” he shook his head in disapproval, “the more you keep trying, the longer it will take.”

You roll your eyes at him. He still continues, bARELY touching your clit. You groan in frustration at the minimal contact,

“Please Minho, more,” you whine, desperate for a rougher touch.

“Tell me princess, tell me what you want.” He chuckles, before looking straight up at you, his lustful brown eyes boring into you,

“Please sir, I want you to touch me harder, faster. I know I have been bad, but I need you right now, please. I want to feel your tongue against me, licking up and down until you have to cover my mouth while I scream your name.”

A flip switches in Minho. His tongue dives into your slit, causing your hips to buck backwards, a loud sound erupting as they made contact with the door, but at this point, you didn’t care. His tongue moved in and out of you, while his thumb and index finger pinched your clit, rubbing it in between his two fingers.

“Fuck me Minho, you know how to make me feel so good,” you moan, running your hands through his hair as support. Your knees began to lose strength the faster his motions became.

“Ride me,” Minho mumbles against you. You lock onto two handfuls of his hair, before grinding your hips against his mouth. He sticks his tongue you, letting your rub your clit from side to side against it. You let your leg relax, draping over his back.

He grabs your hips again, forcing you to stop. He stands up, and flips your around, making sure your back is facing him once more. He presses his cock up against your ass.

“Oh don’t you worry,’ he whispers, grabbing your jaw and pushing it back towards him, “I’m gonna fuck you so good, nobody else will ever compare.”

He gives your ass once slap, before lining himself up with you and pushing into you. You moan simultaneously, feeling your walls adjust around him. He gives you a moment, before beginning to thrust in and out of you at a very rapid pace.

You begin to breath heavy, groans and curse words slipping out. Minho wraps his arm around your mouth, covering you with his hand,

“Be a good girl and not make any sound, okay?”

“Mmhm,” is all you can say.

Knowing your weakness, he wraps his spare hand around the front of you, starting to rub your clit. Your hips scream at the extra contact. Knowing that you won’t able to stay still, Minho stops his thrusts, forcing you to rock back on him instead. You do so, moving up and down on him and the same pace. Minho put his hand behind his back, leaning backwards to admire the work of your hips rolling into him.

“Fuck you ride me so good baby girl,” he moans, before grabbing your hips to keep them steady once more. He now slams into you hard, while grabbing a fist full of hair and pulling it.

“Tell me, tell how good I can fuck you baby girl.”

“Oh Minho,” you moa, desperate to scream his name, “you fuck me so well, no one could ever f-fuck me like you do.”

“Say it again.”

“No one could fuck me like you do baby.”

“Oh shit, I love when you say things like that,” Minho moans, before giving your other ass cheek a slap.

Knowing that you will reach your end point soon, you begin pushing down on him, while he still slammed into you. You both begin to get louder, careless about if the others woke up or not. He moves to your neck beginning to suck harshly at the base. You inhale sharply, knowing that there will be a mark tomorrow morning.

“Oh fuck baby I’m gonna cummmm,” you whine, not knowing how much more you could take of this. He detaches himself from you neck, focusing on his thrusts, which were becoming sloppier by the second.

“Cum for me then baby, be a good princess for me, I love when I make you cum.”

Within seconds, you felt a euphoric feeling like no other take over you. You screwed your eyes shut as you body contorted uncontrollably. Your body became weak after the tense state it was just in. You clenched your walls around Minho, causing him to cum straight after. You both moaned in relief, giving each other a quick kiss, before redressing yourselves and making your way back to the living room.

You take your previous positions, acting like you had never left. You both look around to check that everyone was still sleeping. However, you noticed that Chris wasn’t there.

“Shit Minho, where’s Chris?” You begin to panic,

“Relax, he usually goes to bed at this time anyway.”

Suddenly, a figure appears around the corner, causing you to jump out of your seat, popcorn spilling everywhere.

“I would have been in bed, but you know, Minho and I SHARE  a bedroom, and I was TRYING  to go to bed, until I pressed my ear up against the door to her y/n moaning Minho’s name.”

You looks down at the floor, extremely embarrassed.

“Chris, I’m sorry-”

“No Minho, y/n don't apologise, I’m not mad! I’m just glad that I set you two up remember?”

[hannahazzard]

Nothing Embarrassing About It (Harry x Childhoodfriend!Reader)

Prompt: a Kingsman meeting an old childhood friend on a mission or something.

Note: It’s dooooone, I made it to my deadline. And bigger than expected. It’s sadly not as good as I’d hoped, but all all I can bring up now. So, hope you can still enjoy it. Usual warning, not my first language, don’t have a beta, blah, you all know the risk of continuing. 

Third and last childhood friend story :) Eggsy is here and Merlin here

Nothing Embarrassing About It

“Come on, beautiful. You know you want to.“

You barely stopped yourself from gagging, but couldn’t help the eye roll. How some people could be so stupid was beyond you. You were supposed to meet your friend here at the bar, but sadly she’d had to cancel last minute. As you’ve already been here, you’d figured a drink wouldn’t hurt. Well, mistake. Sitting alone at a bar was obviously an invitation for every idiot to come over to you.

“Look,” one last time you would try it politely. “I’m sure you are a nice guy and all, but I just want to finish my drink in peace, and then go home.”

“I could join you,” the man winked and made to reach out to you. Right, that’s it. You were about to ditch polite and tear into him, when the hand heading your way was stopped by another. A new presence came up beside you.

“I would really appreciate it if you could stop bothering my fiancé.” A cool, deep voice told your would be suitor with a no-nonsense tone.

Great, another one. Pretending to be your fiancé; well, at least he’s original. You relaxed and turned back to your drink, letting the two males fight their testosterone filled battle of wills. The winner was clear pretty fast. The man that had been annoying you pulled his wrist free quickly and backed away with a muttered, so not sincere, apology. As you expected, the newcomer didn’t leave, but sat himself boldly on the stool beside you. Well, time to break another heart tonight. You took another sip of your Martini, the last thankfully, and turned to him.

“Listen, I appreciate the safe – even though it was not necessary – but whatever it is you want, I am not interested. So thank you, but I’m heading home now.” You made to stand and grab your purse, but stopped, surprised, when the man just chuckled.

“Oh, I was not my intention to safe you. Just him from an - albeit well-deserved - bloody nose. I know how short your temper can be, Y/N.” Your eyes widened at the use of your name and you sat back down. “Also, I take offense. After all, you pledged yourself to me years ago. You could at least let me buy you another drink.”

“What the-.” Stunned by the words, you finally did the guy the courtesy of looking at him. Or rather looking him over, really. Grey, pinstripe suit that fitted him perfectly, a white shirt and dark tie. He was tall, and lean. Then you looked at his face and fuck. It’s been years and you’ve been so young, but you recognized him instantly. You gasped and covered your mouth with your hand. Without thinking you propelled from your chair and into the strangers arms. No, not a stranger.

“Harry.” Your voice was trembling and his name came out in a half laugh, half sob. You would feel bad about squeezing him so tight, but he was holding you just as strong.

“It’s good to see you, Y/N,” he spoke softly into your ear. Harry didn’t complain that he had to hold all your weight, or that a few tears leaked down his neck, where your face was pressed. You’ve had some shitty years behind you. Meeting someone positive from your past – meeting Harry – again was a beautiful blessing.

Finally you pulled back a little, wiping at your wet eyes with a bright smile. “God, Har. Look at you. Look at me! It’s been so long.” You gushed and, you couldn’t help it, cupped his face to press a kiss to his cheek. “I have really missed you.” He smiled at you. There were dimples and laugh lines now, but you could swear it was the same boyish smile.

“I have missed you, too.” Harry took your hands in his and squeezed a little. “You look stunning,” he eyed you in your favorite evening dress. “Who would have thought you’d grow into your gangly limbs.”

“Hey,” you protested with a snort and pulled one of your hands free to box him playfully. “You are just still sore that I was taller than you, for one whole year.”

“You wish, lady. Everybody who said that just didn’t want to break your heart.”

“Your ridiculously styled hair didn’t count.”

Harry opened his mouth, but closed it again with a fond shake of his head. “Let’s agree to disagree, then.”

“And look for evidence to prove our case later.” You finished for him with a grin. “You’re on, Hart. I still got pictures and everything.”

“As competitive as always,” he chuckled, then lifted your hand to kiss it. “Now, I’m here with two friends, one of them probably staring at us with open curiosity behind me.” You looked over Harry’s shoulder and sure enough there was a table with two men. One tall looking, bald gentleman, who was mostly minding his scotch in front of him, and a younger man, with brown hair, staring in your direction. You grinned and waved. He immediately waved back happily, but quickly looked away when Harry turned to look as well.

“Cute,” you chuckled.

Harry shook his head with a smile and continued. “Would you like to join us? Or are you still adamant about going home?”  

“They won’t mind?” You would love to spend some time with Harry, but you really didn’t want to intrude.

“Quite the opposite, I’m sure. Especially Eggsy will be happy to interrogate you.” Harry waved away your concern. He held his arm out for you and let you to his table. Both man stood until you were seated, really not seeming to mind your presence at all.

Introductions were made quickly, and soon you were talking about your new drinks. You had to hand it to Harry, for all the trouble both of you had to find friends as children; Harry has now snatched himself two wonderful people. Both charming and polite and funny in their own respective ways. It was easy to talk to them. After about an hour, and another round of drinks, Eggsy finally exploded with something he must have been barely able to hold in, the way he was vibrating.

“So! Harry as a child. There have to be stories?” he looked at you expectantly. “To prove that he wasn’t.. born like that?” he added as if to clarify.

“Like what?” Harry asked the younger man with a raised eyebrow.

“Like a proper gentleman, sir,” Eggsy reassured hastily, making the round laugh, himself included.

“Well,” you leaned back and pretended to think, looking mischievously at your old friend. “I guess there were some occasions.” You wanted to make him squirm, sadly he just smiled softly back at you. Okay, so teasing didn’t work. “but it wouldn’t be very lady like to tattle, sorry.”

Eggsy groaned, dramatically disappointed and by the looks you shared with the other men, you agreed that the Eggsy maybe had enough to drink for tonight.

“Go ahead, dear. There is nothing about our time together that I am embarrassed about.”

Eggsy perked up immediately.

“Really?” you raised a brow and leaned forward on the table. Challenge accepted. “What about the time you caught a ball from me with your eye and then said at school that you were brawling with people twice your size?”

“Learned to duck that day.” Harry shrugged, unconcerned.

“And when you fell into our pond and had to walk home in one of my dresses?”

Eggsy snorted and even Merlin couldn’t help but grin.

Harry just waved a hand dismissively. “Please, you know I had the legs for it.”

“When you lost a bet and had to dye your hair red?”

“You can only know it’s not your color if you’ve tried it.”

It continued for a bit, Eggsy was positively beaming, Merlin looked like he was imagining everything vividly, but Harry still looked so damn content. Time to pull out your last ace.

“When your first kiss happened to be with annoying Lydia Kalof?”

Here, his face actually did a small twitch.

“She surprised me,” he defended himself with a sigh. “I admit, that was regretful. My first kiss was supposed to be with you.”  

Eggsy chocked on the last dregs of his drink and then slapped the table. “Smooth, Harry.” He coughed.

You felt your cheeks heating up and you knew it had nothing to do with the alcohol. Damn, he was supposed to get embarrassed, not you.

“But I think I saved myself,” Harry said, “by asking you to marry me, not annoying Lydia.”

“Wait, what?” Eggsy asked, shocked. “I’ve heard you call her your fiancé, but I thought it was just to chase away the other guy.”

“No, it’s true. She is.”

“Harry,” your blush deepened. Double damn. “We were kids.”

“I asked, you said yes. I say it counts,” he grinned boyishly. “You finger agrees.”

Of course he had seen your finger. Blushing madly now, you forced yourself not to cover your left hand. “Yeah, well,” you cleared your throat. “It broke when I was nineteen.” You stroked your ring finger, over the tattoo you’d gotten years ago. It was a grey band with a blue butterfly at the center.

When the ring fell off of your finger, it hadn’t really been a surprise. It had been cheap material and you’d worn it for years, every day. Still, you had been devastated. It had been a reminder of your home, good times and most of all, Harry. The decision to get a tattoo hadn’t been hard.

“You made our inion more permanent.” Harry said, reached over the table and lifted your hand again to his lips.

The ‘proposal’ had been made when your parents had been waiting for you in the car, giving you a moment to say farewell to your best friend. Neither of you had been happy about you having to move away. Both of you had been crying and clinging to each other. ‘Getting engage’ had been a childish attempt to be connected forever, you guessed.

Harry and you had never been together in a romantically way, but now, all grown up, you felt your heard speed up.

“Fuck,” Eggsy defused the moment, “if that isn’t the most beautiful fairytale, chick-flick shit I’ve ever seen. I want to be best man.”

You all smiled again, and Harry let go of your hand after one last stroke over your tattoo.

“Well, it’s way past bedtimes, my friends. And I think Eggsy here is drunk enough.” Merlin smiled.

“I’m drunk on love, Merlin.”

“Sure you are.”

It didn’t take you long to sort out your things and head out of the bar. Outside, it was time to say goodbye. You lived just beside the bar and the three men wanted to share the taxi already waiting for them.

It was an extraordinary pleasure to meet you, Y/N.” Merlin said, holding on to Eggsy with one hand and the other he held out for you. “I hope we will again.”

“I’m sure we will.” You shook his hand. “It was good to meet you, t- ugh.”

Eggsy interrupted you by hugging you with enough force to make you stumble. Harry and Merlin reached out to steady you as you laughed and hugged him back.

“Of course we’ll meet again. You’re our bruv now.” Eggsy’s words warmed your heart and your squeezed him one more time, before Merlin pried him off you and went with him to wait in the taxi for Harry.

“You have found great friends, Harry.” You looked at him with a smile, unsure of how to say goodbye.

“I did. However, I hope that we could meet up alone next time. Dinner? Tomorrow, perhaps?”

“I’d love to.” You beamed, happy that he wanted to meet you again. You reached out to hug him again. “Good Night.”

“Good Night.”

Harry didn’t step into the taxi until you reached your door, so you gave him one last wave before heading inside, happier than you’ve been in a long time.