#in this they’re not dating don’t know the feelings aren’t platonic yet they just do this when they want to read the same book

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Recording in Session: Han x Male!Reader

Pairing: Han Jisung x Male!Reader | Side pairings: Lee Know x Han, Chan x Male!Reader

Genre: Smut, fluff | AU: idolverse, ninth member au

Word Count: 6k

Summary: Considering Chan's strict "No-Studio-Sex' rule, Han takes you somewhere that doesn't have such restrictive, authoritarian rules.

Tags: polyamory, open relationship, idol!reader, sub!han, dom!reader, dom/sub undertones, studio sex, dry humping, light spanking, sloppy blowjobs, rough blowjobs, throat fucking, face fucking, multiple positions, multiple orgasms, slight overstimulation, rimming, anal fingering, anal sex, facials, cum swallowing, han loves cum and isn't afraid to show it

Disclaimer: These works are completely fictitious and for entertainment purposes only. They are not meant to reflect or label the members of Stray Kids in any way. The events within never took place. Thank you. MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!

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“Where are you guys going after?”

“I don’t know yet. We haven’t picked a place. You?”

“He wants to go to this sushi place near his dorm. He said he knows I’ve been craving it, and now he is too.” 

You both sat next to one another on the couch. Han scrolled away on his phone, likely researching the sushi restaurant, while you looked for places on yours. Recording days usually took a while, so you knew you’d have a long wait ahead of you for Chan. You guessed you could look up places until your turn in the booth came. The idea of being alone with Chan was satisfying enough, but you supposed you needed some shared activity or experience. Nothing too romantic, since you’re only friends, but nothing boring. 

“So, how’s it going?” Han asked, the music through the speakers covering his voice from Chan. 

“How’s what going?” you replied, finding an interesting barbeque restaurant. 

“You and, you know,” he nodded over to Chan at the desk, going over a line with Felix in the booth. 

“It’s fine.”

“Just ‘fine’?”

“Yeah. Why?”

“I figured since you’ve been with us six months now,” he began, “I thought you guys might’ve finally stopped messing around and confronted your feelings for each other.”

“There are no ‘feelings’,” you said, though not very convincingly. “We’re friends, that’s all.”

“Friends who go on dates every other week and see each other all the time.”

“It’s not a ‘date’. We just like hanging out together.”

“Alone? In romantic settings?”

“They’re not romantic,” You thought about the seaside bar you’d both gone to a while back. It’d been so lovely, and it was open late. Also, it was not too far away, so you wouldn’t have trouble getting there. 

“So, you’re telling me that you don’t think lunch picnics under a tree by the river isn’t romantic?”

“It can be platonic. Not everything needs to be romantic.”

“That’s how things started between Minho-hyung and I,” he said, “And here we are: Dating for three years and living together now. Then again, we were made for each other, so it was going to work out anyway.”  He gave a sly smile, “If you and Chan don’t become a thing, you can be our third. I would love having more than Dom.”

“Pfft, I’m hardly Dom material,” you scoffed. 

“The way you railed Hyunjin and Jeongin says otherwise,” he snickered. “They say your dick is life-changing.”

You laughed recalling Hyunjin’s words, and said, “They’re exaggerating. I’m not some kind of sex god.”

“Who’s a sex god?” Minho walked into the room, confused by the last words he’d heard. 

“You,” Jisung grinned playfully, puckering his lips for Minho to kiss them. “I told YN-hyung that if he wanted he could be our third.”

“Aren’t all the members technically our third? And fourth? And fifth? And sixth and seventh?” he asked, amused as he gave Jisung a second kiss before taking the seat beside him on the couch. 

“Yeah, but YN-hyung would be special,” Han said with a wink at you. 

“I don’t know,” Minho said with jealous eyes, “I don’t think I can compete with the anaconda he’s got in his pants.”

“It’s not that big,” you defended once again, earning laughs from the couple. 

“I’d still like to ride it one day,” Han leaned closer to you, keeping his voice low under the music. “Jeongin said he’s only ever gotten pounded like that by Chan-hyung.” He put his hand on your thigh, “I want to get wrecked by you next.” 

“Jisung-ah, we’re in the studio,” Minho warned, looking at Felix in the booth and listening to his last lines. 

“What? I’m not doing anything.” 

“You’ve been a tease this entire week,” he replied, holding Jisung by the chin. “Don’t make me put you on the horse again.”

“The horse?”

“It’s a sex machine I put him on when he’s misbehaved,” Minho shrugged casually. “I sit him there and edge him with it. I sometimes whip or spank him while he’s on it, but I usually don’t.” He pouted at Jisung, “And you don’t want me to put you on that again, do you? How many times did I edge you before not letting you cum at all?”

“Four.”

“If you keep pushing the no-studio-sex boundary,” he said, forehead pressed to Jisung’s, “I’ll make it six.” 

You saw Jisung gulp before Minho kissed him. “Maybe YN-yah can help me sometime,” he suggested, seeing you watch them. “He can be a Dom when he wants to be one.”

“I’m not a real Dom.” 

“No, you’re not, are you?” Minho asked, a flirty glint in his eyes. He glanced over to where Chan sat, then said loudly, “You’re a good boy who needs a daddy to take care of you.”

“YNie, you’re next,” Chan said, not acknowledging what Minho said. 

“Hyung,” Jisung called to Felix when he stepped out of the booth, “Is YN-hyung a Dom or a Sub?-”

“-Why is this important?-”

“-He strikes me as more of a Switch, honestly,” Felix said, pushing back hair from his face. “I like guys who can do both,” he winked at you. 

“-You said I’m next, hyung?” You stood up from your seat and went right to the booth. “Can we go line-by-line, if that’s okay?” 

“Sure,” Chan said, also wanting to move from the topic. 

You set the microphone to your height, and pushed the conversation away. You learned during your time with Stray Kids that Chan took the ‘no studio sex’ rule very seriously. He didn’t mind it in individual studios, but when it came to recording together, it was prohibited. He wanted everyone focused on recording well, not getting into each other’s pants. Of course, the members care about producing a good album as much as him, so they mostly flirted if anything. You also believed part of it was the possibility someone in the company not privy to the “secret” would walk in on it. You understood why, and followed it to avoid ending up on the receiving end of a Leader Scolding. You didn’t want Chan upset with you or believing you really couldn’t control yourself. 

Though, Han regularly tested this restraint. 

“-Mouth hung open, don’t know where to look,” you sang into the microphone gently, getting into the music playing in your headphones. 

“Go a bit deeper,” Chan said, his voice coming through when the music stopped. “It sounds too light.”

“Okay,” you nodded. The music started again, and you sang in a slightly deeper tone, “Mouth hung open, don’t know where to look.”

“Not bad, not bad,” Chan praised, “Let’s do one more.” 

“Mouth hung open, don’t know where to look.” 

“Okay, yes, let’s go with that one,” he declared, and you agreed. “Let’s give the next line a listen.”

“Okay,” you said. Han’s voice came through as the song started, and you looked at your notes as you sang right after, “We act the way we think, the way we feel.”

“Nice,” Chan said as you stopped. “Let’s keep that one and go again.” 

Chan’s praise always made you feel good. Since working with the group, you felt your skills had improved much more. Chan said you were always good, but you disagreed. You worked on your lines with Chan, with Han and Minho giving their opinions from time to time. It felt productive. It felt good being a part of something, truly part of it and not looking from the outside. You rarely recorded with the previous groups since you hardly had any lines in your own songs. So, being there with the members felt exciting each time. Also, yes, Chan being the one who praised you made you warm inside. 

“Great!” Chan said on the last line, “Really great.”

“Thanks,” you said with a small bow, smiling wide at the success and relieved to be done so quickly. 

You picked up your song notes, then walked out of the booth. Minho stood up from the couch, patting your back as he passed you into the booth next. Han sat on the couch on his phone. You guessed the couple had plans like you and Chan, and wanted to be done as soon as possible. You took Minho’s seat, sinking into the plush leather couch as Minho’s warm ups from the speakers. Usually, there’d be another producer present, but today appeared to be a special case. You took up your phone, starting to scroll for a new place to try when a message came in. 

“You’re such a good singer, hyung,” Han’s message read, the rapper curling up on the couch and leaning against you. 

Considering he texted it rather than say it out loud, something sensual was sure to follow. “Thanks. I try,” you texted back, heat in your cheeks. 

“Maybe being a good singer means your moans sound good too.” 

“How did I know you’d say something like that? Lol” you laughed to yourself, shaking your head. 

“Because I’ve been teasing you all week.” 

He wasn’t lying. Han Jisung had been teasing you all week. Ever since you returned from Milan, when everyone saw you with Hyunjin, you’d received more photos and videos than before. It started with small flirty glances and blushing smiles in the practice room. In the studio, he’d lay his head on your lap or find excuses to cuddle close to you so your bodies touched. During photo or video shoots, he’d make sure you saw glimpses of his petite, lean body as he dressed. In the car on your way to an important event, he’d sit beside you instead of Minho and touch your thigh. Never too brazen. Never too obvious. Despite his lust for you, Han managed to keep it under the radar better than other members. 

“Minho-hyung really doesn’t mind?” you texted back, giving a glance to the man in the recording booth. 

“Not when it’s the other members,” he said. “He’s the one who helped me take those pictures I sent you. Did you like them? 😉” 

“Of course,” you shuddered remembering the photos of Han tied up and gagged on his bed. He’d been sweaty, hickies on his neck, teary eyed with cum on his stomach. “You knew I would.” 

“You know you can do that to me whenever you like,” his free hand gave your thigh a gentle squeeze. 

“Chan-hyung is right there!” you replied, nodding over to Chan, who was too focused on helping Minho to notice. “Studio sex isn’t allowed. He’ll get super pissed.” 

“He’s busy,” he responded. “It’s not like I’m blowing you 😜” 

‘But you’d like to be, I’m sure 😜”

“Duh! Have you seen how much you cum? I want all of it.” 

You gulped when his hand went further up your thigh. “Every drop,” he added. “All of it in my mouth and down my throat.” 

You’d decided long ago that rappers had a great disadvantage in dirty talking. 

“Remember the last video I sent?” 

“How can I forget? You looked so pretty riding that tentacle toy and cumming all over yourself.”

“I was thinking about you using my throat like a toy, just fucking it however you want until you cum.”

“Jisung-ah.”

You withheld a gasp when his hand found your crotch. He stopped texting you, and focused on your soft cock. Your eyes glanced over to Chan and Minho, who still somehow had not noticed you two on the couch. A part of you knew Chan would be disappointed in you, but Han’s hand felt so warm and his fingers knew exactly where to go. Through your gray shorts, he put enough pressure so you felt his fingers on him. You gripped your phone tightly, seeing his hand slowly slide up and down your length. When his hand dipped to your balls, you shifted to rest them fully in his palm. Your eyes met Jisung’s, and he smirked mischievously, cheeks puffing slightly around his cheekbones. He knew what he was doing to you, and it drove you insane. 

“I know you two aren’t doing what I think you’re doing,” Chan’s voice broke through your thoughts. You two immediately pulled apart. “You know the rules,” he said, as he wrote down notes for the next verse. 

“We have no idea what you’re talking about, hyung,” Han said innocently, removing his hand from your lap. “YN-hyung and I are only talking about the new song.”

“If you two want to fuck so bad,” he said, “Go do it somewhere else.”

“What’s going on?” Minho asked from inside the booth. “Am I done?”

“Your boyfriend can’t keep his hands to himself in the studio,” Chan answered, pressing the speaker button to talk. 

“Hannie-yah,” Minho’s voice came laced with a warning, “You know better.”

“But, we’re both bored waiting on you two,” you said, trying to help Jisung out of trouble. “We weren’t going to go farther than touching, we swear.”

“Yeah, only until you guys finished for the day,” said Han. 

“You both know we have seven other members to record,” Chan said, “And Changbin hasn’t shown up yet and neither has anyone else. We’d have to play what we’ve done so far, and see if there are any changes to be made tomorrow. You both know that. I’ve told you more than once that studio sex isn’t allowed.”

“We can go to my studio then,” Han said to you, brown eyes heavy with lust. “There’s no stupid sex rule there.”

“It’s not a stupid rule. We would get almost nothing done when all of you are so fucking horny all the time,” Chan said, sounding agitated. 

“Hyung, don’t be so tough on them,” Minho said. “Jisung hasn’t been fucked properly in a while, so he’s all needy and stuff. YNie would be doing me a favor,” he then chuckled. “I think that whole alpha-omega thing is real, because he’s like a dog in heat sometimes.”

“Am not!” argued Jisung. 

“So, I shouldn’t tell everyone here how I woke up to you humping my leg?” 

You stifled a giggle. “I wasn’t humping your leg,” Han said, arms crossed, “I was just snuggling and got hard.” 

“Tell that to my pants,” Minho snorted. 

“As much as I’d love to watch you two go at it like rabbits,” Chan interrupted the conversation, “It’s work time.” 

You and Han shared a glance, then you both stood from the couch. Han walked into the recording booth where he cornered Minho, while you walked over to Chan. 

“You can always take a break,” you suggested, your lingering arousal stirring in you. “You work so much, hyung. You deserve a long, relaxing break.”

Chan snickered, clicking around on the screen to replay Minho’s recording. “Tempting, but not today, YNie. You’ll have to settle for another one of our bottoms again.” 

“But, hyung,” you slid your hands on his shoulders, feeling the warmth of him through his black shirt, “I haven’t been topped in a long time.” His shoulders flexed against your rolling thumbs, and you worked out the small knots you found. You bent down to his ear, “Please? Just this one time?” You started towards his neck, then to his back. The low groan he gave sent shivers to the arousal inside you. “Minho can have Jisung, and you could have me. I’ve been dying to be pounded by you.”

Chan then turned his chair around, and pulled you to him by the waist. He remained dangerously close to your crotch, looking up at you from your hips. You hoped he might at least kiss you. With how his eyes scanned over your face to your lips, and back to your eyes, you thought he might finally do it. He brought you closer, inches away from him before he said:

“I said not today, YN-yah,” he said, gently. “Patience is a virtue, you know.”

“A virtue I’m slowly losing my grip on,” you replied, bending down to his level. “I’ll get you someday, Leader-nim.” 

Chan stuck his tongue into his cheek to repress a smile at the name. “Sooner than you think if you keep calling me that,” he said, brushing your cheekbone with his thumb. “I’d love to hear you moan it for me.”

“Oh, Leader-nim,” you said, faking one for him. “Leader-nim, that feels so good. Don’t stop,” you put your lips to his ear, “Leader, make me yours. Pound my ass until I can’t walk straight. Use my throat like a fleshlight and make me choke on your huge cock.”

He bit his tongue as you teased him. “Damn,” he sighed, “It’s a shame I’m working right now. I’d love to do to you what you’ve been doing to all the bottoms around here.”

He turned his chair around, and you grunted with your arms crossed. You turned to see Han receiving the same gentle rejection, a kiss promising more much later. He came back to you, sliding his arms around your middle. “Looks like we’ll have to settle for each other,” he pouted, head on your shoulder. “Since our boyfriends have no interest in fucking us themselves.”

“I’m recording, Jisung!”

“He used to love me,” he continued as if he didn’t hear Minho, playfulness in his tone. “I don’t know what happened.”

“I’ll put you on the horse, I swear. Keep it up.” 

“I don’t mind taking his place,” you said, turning in his arms and embracing him. Your hands went down his back to cup his ass, “I think I’d like waking up to you leaking all over my leg.” 

“I’m right here, you know,” Minho said as Chan laughed. 

“You can wake up to all kinds of things with me,” Han said, tracing your Adam's apple to the base of your throat. “A good fuck is a great way to start your morning,” he leaned closer to you, nose gently nuzzling yours. “And with a dick like yours just inches away from me?” he reached down to your bulge again, smiling when you gasped, “I don’t think I’d be able to control myself around you.”

“You already can’t now,” you laughed, tracing his jawline to his lips. “You jumped on me the second you got up close to me.”

“I really was trying to hold back. It’s just…I was rewatching Hyunjin’s video and I couldn't stop picturing you doing all of that to me too,” he said. “I had no idea you could do that.” His hand traced the outline of your dick through your pants, shifting when you began massaging his ass. 

“You two are such sluts,” Chan laughed. “Go to Han’s studio and do that there. This is work time.” 

“Would you like us to film it for you, hyung?” you asked, holding Jisung close and both of you looking at him. “We can watch it together later.”

He hesitated, paused over his work before saying, “If it comes to mind…”

You and Jisung giggled before leaving the studio. The exhilaration built back up following Han down the hallway to his personal studio. Your eyes raked up and down his body. He wore a longer shirt that hid his petite waist and lean figure from you. His pants were a big baggier, so you knew they’d be easier to slip off. The suppression you’d kept on yourself slowly unwound before you reached Han’s studio; it threatened to break through and pounce on him once you passed the threshold into quietness. 

“You have no idea,” Han brought you to him by the hand, a familiar lustful glint in his eyes, “How long I’ve been wanting this.”

“I think I have some idea,” you replied, hands sliding around his waist to his ass. You suddenly hated his pants and wanted them off. The thick material kept you from feeling the perky cheeks underneath. “The stuff you send me is a clear indication of that in my opinion,” you chuckled. 

“That’s only a fraction of it,” he said, leaning closer. “Trust me.”

He pressed his hands to your torso, their touch soft against your muscles and slid upwards. You cupped his cheek and brought him in for a kiss. It started with light smacks of your lips, the occasional flick of the bottom before being caught in between both. The teasing brushes of his tongue ignited something in you; your hands went down to his backside again, trying to feel for the curves you’d seen bouncing on toys for days now. His own hands went up your abdomen, tracing small patterns before reaching your chest. The brief touch of his cotton shirt to your bare stomach sparked you. Your kiss getting deeper, your hunger for him became more obvious. The strain in your shorts grew and pressed into the fabric, a small bump starting to form again. When you brought him closer, Jisung’s bulge pushed against yours and you both moaned. You held him more securely once his hips started grinding on you.

“Come here, baby.”

You sat down on the sofa nearby and he straddled your lap right away. Your hands on his thighs, you growled at the obstacle his pants became. Jisung, arms around your neck, brought you back in for another kiss as he continued rocking his hips. You caressed his thighs up and down, the tension in them flexing underneath the denim material. His cock pushing into yours, the heavy material weighing on your thin one, you couldn’t help humping him back. The faint scent of cologne stayed on his skin, becoming more obvious when you kissed down his neck. His body, lithe and slender, fit perfectly in your arms and responded to your touches right away. Minho was a lucky man. You’d be spent too if you had Jisung in your bed all the time. 

His grinding became more hurried when you reached underneath his shirt to the hardening nipples. You groaned listening to him whine at a particularly hard pinch, not out of pain but pleasure. When he bunched his jeans up to tighten around his groin, his bulge instantly became more apparent on his thigh. Thankfully, once you unbuckled and unzipped him, your hands fit perfectly inside.

“Hyung…” he breathed once your hands grabbed his ass over his boxers. You squeezed and pulled them apart to push some fabric between the two cheeks. The thin, smooth material made it easier to feel his tight hole. “Oh god…”

“Keep grinding,” you said, guiding him along your length.

He continued kissing you, tugging on your lower lip with a soft lick right afterwards. He pushed his narrow hips to yours in slow circles, the movement keeping you both together longer. His soft moans joined yours, the two of you unable to stop once you started. Someone could walk in right then, and you’d keep going. His body became addicting. The hardness of his body in your arms tempted you into feeling more than his ass. All the restraint you carried rushed through floodgates, and you wanted nothing more than to bend Han over the sofa arm, pants at his knees. The air shifted when you rolled Han into his back, and started sliding off his pants and shoes with them. Desire burned in his innocent eyes, and he couldn’t stop himself from grabbing his growing erection.

“No, no,” you said, gently pushing his hand away, “That’s my job.”

You rested between his thighs, laying on top of him as you went back to grinding. Hands above his head, Han surrendered himself over to you. You kissed up his body from hips to chest as you lifted his shirt to just above his nipples. His body twitched at the pleasure you were giving him; he couldn’t stop gyrating his hips to your throbbing cock. The constant friction between the two of you drove you wild. Every so often, you reached between you to rub him with your hand which made him squirm. He felt so good. You couldn’t get enough of him. You never could get enough of any of them. No matter which member you had, you always found yourself craving more and more. Han’s angelic moans, high and needy, became a song you could never forget. His hard nipples in your mouth became a focus point to his pleasure; you couldn’t stop yourself from nibbling and sucking them. You groaned into the wrinkled skin, your dick jerking in your shorts and boxers. When you knelt up, you held your boner down to keep grinding on the outline pressing into Jisung’s boxers.

“You look so pretty like this,” you groaned, taking in his long body lying beneath you. Arms still above his head, he’d crossed his wrists as if tied together and gripped the cushion at the end. “All needy and horny,” you slid yourself up and down his length before giving his tip a gentle rub. “I jerked off to those videos of you tied up and toys inside you so many times. I kept picturing it being me making you cum like that.”

“Me too,” he whined. “Too bad I don’t keep any here,” he grinned through another moan, “Then you could use it on me as much as you want.”

“But, my dick is just as good,” you said, trembling somewhat as you dragged your balls over his cock and back down. The smooth motion stirred the pot between you. A small black spot showed where his tip was, and that’s what you focused on. “Don’t you think so?”

“Hyung…”

“Yes?”

“Let me suck your dick, please,” he begged through a quiet voice. “I want you in my mouth…in my throat. I’ve been-been dying to suck you dry. Please…”

The mere act of him begging to blow you had you tugging your pants down. Excitement lit inside Han’s eyes as he positioned himself on the floor in front of you. The sight of him below, round brown eyes gazing up at you pleadingly and lips already parting, could not have been a prettier sight. He pulled your pants down to your ankles, running his hands up your thighs to the center of your boxers. Your thighs clenched at the light fingers grazing your inner sides, and you sighed when they slipped under the leg holes. Jisung pressed his lips right to your cock, brushing over the fabric and nuzzling the hardened shaft. Shaky breaths escaped you every time he reached the sensitive side of your tip and hum softly around it. His fingers continued massaging you, thumbs pressing to the perineum and your balls every so often. When he heard you moan particularly loud at this, he kept on doing it. He kissed down to them for a moment, giving a soft moan before coming back up. You gripped the cushion underneath you as you watched the younger member fondle and worship your dick. Once he found a wet pot, Jisung flicked his tongue over it. 

Then, he carefully pulled down the front of your underwear. You whined at the fabric sliding against your cock, springing it upwards towards Jisung’s face. The longing became clear on his face, but he didn’t dare put you in his mouth yet. Tongue poking out over his bottom lip, soft breaths ghosted over your tip as he began rubbing you in his hand. His smooth fingers grazed over the squishy head in each stroke, creating more tightness in your belly, and your body was on fire. The fact he kept himself positioned just under you, staring at your dick as he worked you, had you reeling for more. 

“Your dick is perfect,” he said, swallowing the saliva building in his mouth. “It’s big where it counts.”

“It’s not…not like that.”

“It is to me,” he replied with a laugh, smiling when you shuddered at a soft kiss. “It’s perfect for sucking just like Minho and Chan’s cocks.”

One hand holding the base, he used the other to languidly stroke you. You wriggled in your seat at the firm squeeze he gave both ends, and dug your nails further into the sofa. It was over when he started whirling the tip of his tongue on the tip’s edge in time with his strokes.

“You like that?” he teased, continuing to do it a bit faster.

“Yes, fuck yes,” you said between gritted teeth, the pleasure tight in your groin. “Keep going like that…There’s a good boy.”

Being called a ‘good boy’ struck a chord in Jisung and he slid you over his outstretched tongue. It went in so easily. You groaned at the light sensation of his tongue on the sensitive skin, rubbing the veins and thick head. Once he latched his mouth to your shaft, the both of you moaned together. You slipped a hand into his hair, dyed a grayish white and much longer, and simply held it as he went further. He held onto your thighs as his face planted into your lap, nose brushing your pubic bone and chin right underneath your dick. The pressure from his throat and his hollow cheeks tempted you into going further. You could sit there enjoying his mouth forever. The obscene slurping he did when he pulled you from his throat couldn’t have sounded better. He did not even withdraw completely. He kept you in his mouth despite the drool coming from the sides of his mouth. Whenever he did, he still kept the very tip in his mouth to spit over before going back down. Soft cries hummed around it, muffled by your thickness as you continued gradually sliding in and out of his mouth. He didn’t protest when you fastened your grip on his hair and held him in place. Your hips pushed upwards into his face, reaching his throat each time.

"Look up at me,” you said, angling him further down to see him teary eyed and messy. You took yourself out to tap your wet cock on his cheeks and mouth, the other not hesitating to lick at you whenever you hit him. “Greedy,” you smiled, pushing into his mouth.

He brought your thighs onto his shoulders and angled himself further downwards. You locked your legs behind his back and started using them to bring him closer. Unable to get out of your grasp, Jisung could only kneel there and take your cock in his mouth. His sucking lips became a toy to use. Tears filled the corners of his eyes each time you forced him to the hilt, holding him there several seconds as he choked and sputtered around you. Like before, you barely let him off you. You gave him a minute to breathe before pushing him back in with your legs, locking him in place with your thighs.

“You love this, don’t you?” you asked in heavy breaths, hand curling in his soft hair. You chuckled softly when he nodded in confirmation, sucking you even harder as an answer. “Good to know I have a good place to dump all my cum,” you shoved your dick fully to his throat again, “Because that’s just what you are, huh? A mindless cum dump for everyone to use, right?” He moaned again in agreement, shaking his head with you in his mouth and vibrating it with another moan. “I’d pump my load in your throat every night if I could.”

“Please…” he said, voice muffled by the inch he breathed again, lips connected by several strings of fluids. “Use my mouth whenever you want.”

“Does that go for your tight ass too?” you asked, smacking his face with your wet cock again. “Seeing you put all those dildos in your ass makes it so tempting.”

“Yes,” he said before letting you push back into his mouth. “Fuck my ass,” he muttered as you started fucking his mouth again. “Please, fuck my ass. I want you deep in me.” 

“Bend over the couch then,” you said, “And show me that pretty hole of yours.”

Getting onto the couch, Jisung yanked down his pants and boxers to his knees like you’d imagined. He arched his back and spread his cheeks apart, his hole clenching for something to grab. He sucked in a breath through his teeth when your tongue slid over it. Small licks around the entrance caused small whimpers and grinding into your face. You gave each cheeks a sharp smack and a hard squeeze as you rolled your tongue further and flicked it around. His entrance lubed, you wasted no time in sliding one finger inside, moaning at the walls swallowing you and the back starting to arch to meet it. You kept him still with one hand while your finger gently worked him open. Adding a second, you scissored the hole as you plunged knuckle deep. Jisung shook and held onto the sofa arm, face buried in the plush suede.

“Your dick…” Jisung said through a strained whine. “Please, hyung, can I have your dick now?”

“But, this is so much fun,” you sneered, adding a third finger that made him writhe. “Your hole is so tight and I love seeing how you react when I go deep like this,” you emphasized it by pushing all three fingers to his core and watching him moan into the arm. “I’ve grown to love teasing all our pretty bottoms,” you continued fingering him, pulling out to put your fingers in sideways and palm facing downwards. “You each sound so sweet when you’re under me.”

“That’s because you’re amazing,” he said with a breathy laugh, meeting your hand halfway. “I want you to ruin me like you did with Hyunjin and Innie.”

“Oh yeah?” You finally removed your fingers, leaving Han empty and wanting for a few seconds, “You want me to fuck you stupid too?”

“Yes, please!”

“Well, if that’s what little Hannie wants,” you kissed the edge of his ear, “Then hyung should be nice and give it to you, right?”

“Yes, yes, yes,” he said hurriedly, feeling your tip resting on him.

You chuckled at his eagerness, loving the effect you appeared to be having on him. Chan would probably advise caution by now, since you could be discovered any second. But, how could you care about that when Han’s ass hugged you so tightly? The bumpy walls milked you in every stroke, and it became harder to maintain control over yourself. Having him massaging your length, his high-pitched moans mingling with the sounds of skin slapping skin, made your mouth water. You forced yourself to focus on Jisung: running your hands up and down his back, grabbing his hair to pull his head back or smacking his tight ass in hard slaps. The small bits of pain seemed to make Jisung moan louder, and become more desperate. So, you dragged your nails on his skin, not too hard but enough for him to feel it; you spanked his ass until it was a light pink color.

Jisung became more desperate when you pulled him to your chest and reached around his waist. He really was hard. You could barely squeeze it at times, working it with only your index and thumb. Jisung became a moaning, mindless mess as you pleasured him. Every time your hand reached the base, your dick went fully inside him. This drove the already sensitive Jisung even further into bliss. Precum spilled from the tip, and you used it to lube him up. The slick sounds matched your snapping hips, working alongside the moans escaping both of you.

“Minho-hyung is so lucky,” you said in his ear, jerking and fucking him harder. “Getting to-to fuck you like this every day.”

“You-You can too!”

“Oh yeah? I can?”

“Yes, yes! However you want! Wherever!”

You put this to the test. After a bit of time on the couch, you manhandled him onto the floor where you ripped off his pants and lifted his legs into the air. Han clawed at the floor, at the bottom of the couch and his chair nearby as overwhelming pleasure took over. Sensing his orgasm, you didn’t deny it from him. You pumped his dripping cock as you kept going, watching in awe as he quivered and whined in his climax. Thick, hot droplets leaked from the head, mixing together as you continued stroking him, and went over your fingers. He used the end of his shirt to muffle the loud, suffocating cries your cock produced. As he settled down, chest rising and falling in every breath, you didn’t stop. Like with Hyunjin, a hard orgasm was of no significance. You’d finish when you both felt like it.

“Fuck me here, hyung!”

“Fuck me over there, hyung, please!”

Anyone who watched might wonder who’d ended up in charge. Han pointed wearily to places in his studio where he wanted you to bend him over: his desk, his chair, the other side of the couch, and even over his producing equipment. You couldn’t say no. He’d become as equally addicting as Hyunjin. By the time you both finished over the record deck, he was pumping out smoke. Watching him wearily bounce onto your hips, you couldn’t handle it anymore. 

“Get down there,” you ordered quickly, starting to jerk yourself quickly, “Get the fuck down there and open that mouth.” 

The sight of his mouth open, tongue sticking out close to your thick head, finally brought you over the edge. It hit you hard, making every nerve in you vibrate and stiffen as it pushed through you. Everything felt hot, your breath being constricted from the blast. Your cum shot right into his mouth, coating his tongue and splattering his mouth when you missed. Whenever he thought he’d miss a drop, Jisung licked the line leading to the hole and sucked it out for you. Your dick suddenly became sensitive to his hand and mouth, and your body became weak from the exertion. Jisung continued licking you from top to bottom, sucking whatever beads remained until he was sure he’d gotten it all. 

“That was amazing,” he breathed, finally laying down on your chest on the couch. Your body felt like jelly. You might’ve just gone through a super deep tissue massage, making you light headed and floating. “So much better than I thought it’d be.”

“Thanks,” you breathed, catching your breath. “I didn’t think I could-could do that again.”

“I didn’t think I could either,” he replied, snuggling close to you. He reached around for tissues he kept underneath the couch for emergencies, and you started cleaning each other off. “I’ve only ever done this with Minho.” 

“You two must have something really special then.”

You saw him smile fondly at the thought. “We do,” he said. “He keeps me grounded when I start floating away. I never feel anxious or worried around him. He makes me happy.” 

“That’s good.”

“Like how Chan makes you happy.”

Not this again. “What Chan and I have is the same as everyone else.”

“Oh yeah?” he smirked, “Tell that to the shadow at the door.”

“Huh?”

You could just barely see him, but instinct told you it was Chan. By the profile and muscled chest sticking out slightly, you recognized him. If you didn’t feel so drained, you’d go to him. He’s likely rock hard, if not already spent from listening at the door. But, you felt too content with Jisung in your arms to do anything about it. He’ll likely text you about it later, or bring it up the next time you’re alone. 

“He really likes you,” Han said, pulling up his boxers. “I can tell from how he looks at you.”

“He looks at all of us that way.”

“No, with you it’s more flirty and loving than fond,” he came back and cuddled against your chest, wrapped in your legs. “Minho looks at me that way sometimes, when he thinks I’m not looking. He’ll be watching me doing something, and when I look up, he turns his head. Chan does that with you.”

“It’s just sex, that’s all. We’re just horny for each other.”

No, it wasn’t that. It was far from that. Bahng Christoper Chan made you more seen than anyone else. He never left you behind or made you feel insignificant. When you were together, your connection flowed so freely and easily. It wasn’t awkward with him. Yes, your sexual tension will eventually boil over, but you hoped it was more than that for him. 

“Keep telling yourself that, cutie,” Jisung said, kissing your cheek softly. “Ugh, I’m starving now.” He grabbed his phone, “I’m going to see if they’ll bring us something. You know, to repair the emotional damage they caused with their rejection.”

“Of course. It’s only right.” 

Right when Jisung called Chan, a phone rang from behind the door. Then, the shadow disappeared. 

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A/N: Ooof, YN is just blowing through these men, isnt he?? haha get it?? sorry...Please reblog and like!

[bunnycobie]

best friend's brother - choi san

pairing: choi san x f!reader summary: when your night with your crush doesn't go to plan, you find comfort in the person you'd least expect genre: smut, some fluff, some angst word count: 3k content/tw: nonidol characters, college au, san has a sister named mina (not meant to be mina from twice), other random idol names are used, fingering, unprotected sex, drunk sex (don’t do this in real life) a/n: this may be a cringefest bc it was my first fic

18+ minors dni (masterlist)

you tap on jimin’s instagram story for an update on where he might be. he’s in a car with his friends, most likely on his way here. replaying the post over and over, you don’t realize how long you’ve been staring at his smile until you’re hit on the leg with a pillow, snapping you back into reality.

“are you even listening to me?” mina snaps. you grin and sit up against the pillows on her bed.

today is mina’s birthday, and she decided to throw a party at her house tonight. but even though she invited tons of people, she only cares about one guest. so much so, that she’s cycled through five different outfits just to look as good as possible.

“you look hot.” you say jokingly, grabbing and hugging the pillow she just threw at you. “jin is going to notice you, quit overthinking it.”

mina groans. “why aren’t they here yet?”

“they’re on their way right now, they’ll probably be here soon. can we please go now?” you whine. the party started almost an hour ago, but you’ve been waiting for your friend to finish getting ready.

“i just need a few more minutes. go ahead, i’ll find you later.” she says, looking in the mirror as she puts on a pair of earrings.

as you leave the room, your ears are instantly flooded with music despite the party only being downstairs. you head towards the bathroom and step inside to check your hair and makeup in the mirror.

you and mina invited jimin and jin to the party, and it’s the only thing you two have thought about all week. mina and jin are practically a thing at this point, but you can’t say the same for you and jimin. you’re always too nervous to hold a conversation with him. it’s nothing a little liquid courage can’t fix, though. you hope.

there’s a knock on the bathroom door. you open it expecting it to be mina. instead, you’re greeted by a large frame with silky black hair.

of course, it’s mina’s brother san.

despite being a player on campus, he’s really sweet and protective over you. presumably because you’re his sister’s friend. still, he’s always been respectful and never tried to make a move on you.

but you’ve definitely caught him staring once or twice, and youd be lying if you said you didn’t do the same.

“oh, hi y/n.” he examines your outfit, making you feel self-conscious. “i started to think i’d never see you guys come out of that room.”

“sorry,” you smile awkwardly, walking around him into the hallway. “she’s nervous about jin.”

“jin’s coming?”

“yeah, and jimin”. you reply.

san’s posture straightens. “so you actually like him?”

“i never said that.” you protest.

“i hear you guys all the time. you aren’t really discreet about it.” he smiles.

you can’t help but notice his dimples every time he does that. your relationship with him has only ever been platonic, but you’re almost always dumbfounded by his appearance.

“i mean, maybe. i can’t really tell if he feels the same way though.” you say, fidgeting with your hands.

san leans against the wall. “i wouldn’t waste my time on him,”.

“what? what do you mean?”

“i don’t like him. it doesn’t matter though; you can do better than him.”

who the hell does he think he is?

“you don’t even know him. why should i care what you think?” you say, furrowing your brows.

in reality, san knows jimin more than you’d thin. they’ve never been friends, but he’s spent enough time around him to know that he’s not worth dating.

san is well aware of his position in your life, but he still cares and doesn’t want to see you hurt. your words stung a little, but he wouldn’t let you know that.

san grins and lets out a soft chuckle that pisses you off a little.

mina’s bedroom door opens and she steps out in yet another outfit choice.

“it took you an hour to come up with that?” san says teasingly, gesturing to mina’s outfit.

mina’s eyes widen. “is it actually that bad?” she gaps.

“he’s joking.” you smile, despite the anger you felt a few seconds ago. “you look cute, can we go now?” you asked, grabbing mina’s hand and pulling her towards the stairs.

not only would she have actually changed her outfit again, but you would’ve done anything to get out of that situation. you’re an adult and can date whoever you want. why is san treating you like you’re his sister... or his girlfriend?

as you walk away with mina, you glance over your shoulder to see san still looking at you, except this time he’s more serious.

the party was open invitation, but you’re still surprised by the number of people that actually showed. you and mina grab two beers from the kitchen.

you feel a tug on your arm. “they’re over there!”. she points to jin and jimin sitting on a sofa with drinks and talking.

your stomach knots at the sight of jimin and you start to feel flustered. he looks so good you start to second guess your outfit just as much as mina did hers. you chug your drink, hoping the alcohol will set in soon.

mina laughs at your nervousness. “are you ready?”

“i think so –”

“hey guys!” mina yells over the music, interrupting you.

your heart drops even further than it already did.

jmin and jin look over as you and mina make your way to them. mina sits next to Jin, leaving you with no choice but to sit next to jimin on the opposite end. you were hoping Mina would be with you to ease the awkwardness, but that plan is instantly thrown out the window.

jimin turns his body towards you, and you start to wish you’d planned things to talk about.

“hey, you look nice.” he smiles.

“thank you.” you respond shyly. somehow you feel even more self-conscious despite the compliment.

“i haven’t seen you in class lately.” you mention, hoping your awkwardness doesn’t show.

“oh. i’ve been kind of focused on my music lately. i’m actually considering switching majors.” he says.

he continues speaking but as you glance around your attention is caught by san across the room.

he’s looking directly at you, while a girl is holding his arm and laughing. he’s pretending to listen, but he’s watching you and jimin. you can’t seem to break the eye contact, as if your eyes are glued to him.

you realize you’re mid conversation and shift your focus back on jimin, who’s still talking about himself.

“i think that’s great.” you smile at him, unknowing of what he spent the last 30 seconds talking about.

“y/n, can I borrow you for a sec?” mina leans forward into your gaze.

you nod. “sorry, one second.” you excuse yourself from the conversation and follow mina as she pulls you aside.

“jin and i are going to my room; are you gonna be fine on your own?” she asks lowly.

“what? you’re sleeping with jin already?” you exclaim.

mina shushes you and looks around the room as if anyone could’ve heard you over the music.

“i don’t know, probably.” she says, grinning like an idiot.

“i’ll be fine. be safe.” you smile.

she nods and waves over jin, and he follows her upstairs

you make your way over to where you previously were but realize jimin is gone. you scan the room for him but can’t find him. you start to regret letting mina go and feel awkward all over again. you look around for a familiar face and see san, still talking to the same girl and clearly uninterested. you find chaewon and yunjin and join them for a while.

almost two hours pass while you’re busy getting drunk and dancing.

mina comes back with jin, but you’ve been so caught up that you forgot about them and jimin.

“hey.” you almost cringe realizing what they might have just finished doing.

mina grins and rolls her eyes. “where’s jimin?”

you shrug. “he left after you guys did”

“that’s weird,” jin says.

“i’ll go look for him.”

you scan downstairs one more time, but he’s still nowhere to be seen. you realize the party extended to the patio and open the door to check outside.

you find him, but you’re practically frozen in place when you do. he’s sitting next to a pretty blonde girl, kissing and feeling her up. you start to feel sick. you know that the two of you weren’t exclusive, but you still had hope there would be something between you. you’ve been obsessed with him for months and the one night you decided to make a move, the universe betrays you. the embarrassment starts to set in when you realize practically everyone knew about your crush as well.

you can’t watch any longer, and head back inside. you don’t feel like looking for mina. you don’t want to ruin her birthday by forcing her to comfort you. you’re too ashamed to admit what happened, anyways. you’re too drunk to walk or drive home, so you go to mina’s bedroom to wait for the rest of the night.

you open the door to her bedroom but the unmade bed reminds you of what just happened in it. and as disgusting as you feel, you’d rather not fall asleep on a bed full of sweat and god knows what else.

standing in the hallway, you start to feel the frustration set in and tears begin to well in your eyes.

you hear heavy footsteps on the stairs and immediately wipe your tears.

you don’t know whether to be grateful or upset over the fact that it’s san. as soon as you see his face, you’re reminded of the situation from earlier. and the last thing you want is to hear an “i-told-you-so”.

“what’s wrong?” he says, noticing your expression.

“nothing.” you reply, trying to contain yourself.

“why were you crying then?” he approaches you, practically trapping you in between him and the wall.

“i’m just tired.” you lie, looking down hoping to avoid eye contact.

“don’t lie to me,” san says, lifting your chin.

“did he do something to you?” he’s more intimate this time, and you realize you won’t get anywhere by hiding the truth.

“you were right.” you admit, removing his hand from your face. you start to feel the shame overwhelm you again

san sighs and looks around the hallway to make sure you were alone.

“are you happy?” you continued.

“of course i’m not happy,” san says, offended by the accusation. “you’ve had too much to drink. let’s just get you to bed, okay?”

you know he didn’t do anything wrong. none of this was his fault. to be fair, he did warn you. you weren’t mad at san, but you were overwhelmed and didn’t know what else to do. so, you took it out on him.

“you’ve been watching me like a creep all night waiting for something to go wrong. now you want to pretend you feel bad and take care of me?” you snap.

san sucks his teeth and grabs your wrist. pulling you to his bedroom, he shuts the door behind him and leans against it.

“can you calm down?” he asks in annoyance, folding his arms.

you start pacing out of frustration, trying to keep yourself from breaking down.

“he’s not worth crying over, y/n. I told you that you could do better than him.” he says, pulling you back to him. he snakes one hand around your waist and starts wiping your tears with the other.

something about his presence makes you feel safe. he makes you feel like you could cry if you needed to, but how could you when you’re around him? the realization that your body is pressed against his starts to set in.

you always knew san was good-looking, but something about the way he’s letting you be vulnerable with him makes him so much more attractive. he looked unreal, yet somehow, he was standing right in front of you.

you must have been staring for a while because his expression darkens. his thumb that was just wiping your tears starts to brush softly over your lips. you feel like you’re going to pass out from the way he’s staring at your face, studying you.

san’s lips press against yours and his arms wrap around your waist. you reach over his wide shoulders and around his neck as he pulls your body closer to his. each kiss begins deepen, with small moans escaping your throat. and as passionate as they are, his lips are still so soft and careful with yours.

san’s lips move from yours to your neck, and he’s holding you as if you’d slip away once he lets go.

you can feel warmth pooling in between your legs, making your legs go numb. he sweeps you up and moves his focus back to your lips as he carries you to his bed. laying you on your back, he hovers over you between your legs, slipping his tongue into your mouth.

you let out a moan as reassurance for him to continue, so he slides his hand under your top. he squeezes and massages your breast, causing you to let out whines involuntarily.

“does that feel good?” he groans against your neck. you can feel him smiling against you, giving you chills in the best way possible.

you manage to let out a soft whiny “yes.”.

“i’m gonna make you feel so much better.” he promises. he plants a soft kiss against your collarbone before shifting his hand between your legs.

he circles his thumb against the outside of your panties, feeling the damp spots he caused. each feeling of him hitting your clit makes your breath hitch.

“fuck.” he groans. “my baby is so good and wet for me.” he moans, teasing you with his fingers.

you prop yourself up on your elbows, your forehead against his.

“could you please?” you plead softly.

“could I what? use your words, baby.” he teases, pushing more pressure onto your clit.

“fingers, please.” you babble, your head falling back from the sensitivity.

“you want me to fuck you with my fingers?” san smirks.

“mm-hmm.” you whine.

san pulls your panties to the side and pushes his thick finger in slowly, earning a whimper from you.

he can feel his cock growing feeling the warmth of you, wishing it was inside of you instead. the sound of his fingers slipping inside of you are audible from the wetness.

san can feel himself swelling up and leaking from the anticipation, but he wants to take his time with you. he loves the sight of you moaning and whining under his control with your head held back.

he pulls your head in by the back of your neck and snakes his tongue in your mouth while curling his fingers to reach your gspot. his tongue is warm and wet, and you feel yourself getting dizzy and falling apart.

“i’m gonna cum.” you manage to breathe out.

“wait a little longer for me,” san says, pulling his fingers out of your heat and kissing you before standing up.

he pulls his shirt off revealing his bare chest and smooth, toned skin. he’s practically sweating from the anticipation, making his abs and biceps look even more glossy. he looks like a greek god.

unzipping his pants and removing the rest of his clothes, his swollen cock reveals itself, already wet and leaking from the tip.

he pushes you back down and lets you wrap your legs around his waist.

rubbing his tip against your sensitive clit, he inserts himself, making you gasp. the feeling you felt from his finger was almost nothing compared to the size of him inside of you.

he groans at the feeling of you wrapped around and squeezing him and wastes no time before speeding up his pace. your moans can’t help but get louder, and he has to cover your mouth with his just in case someone may hear you whine.

he moves fast yet softly as if he doesn’t want to hurt you. still, the feeling of him inside of you is enough to make your eyes water. you feel your sensitivity from being edged earlier come back, and you’re close to your high all over again.

“i wish i could do this with you forever” he moans.

his pace starts to get sloppy, letting you know he’s close to finishing. you feel a wave of ecstasy take over your body as san releases inside of you, leaving you dripping. the two of you moan over the feeling of finishing on each other.

san collapses next to you as you both catch your breath. he gets up and slips on clothes to leave the room. you lay in confusion for a minute until he comes back with a warm towel.

he cleans you up and gives you one of his clean t-shirts to wear to sleep. you try to hide your smile from the thought of him being so sweet to you. when you put the shirt on, he falls in love at the sight of it being so big on you. he’s not super tall, but his muscles are enough to warrant his shirts being huge. san wraps his arms around you and gives you another kiss, but this time it feels more loving than the rest.

“do you feel better now?” he asks, embracing you.

you’d forgotten about what led to this in the first place. but you didn’t care enough to remember because you were in love with someone else now.

[artandshid]

*found this in my drafts and i was prob heartbroken when I read this lmaooo*

Eddie Munson didn’t do girlfriends, he didn’t do love outside of the platonic kind for that matter. Eddie loved girls, he loved sex, but the romantic bullshit just wasn’t for him. He didn’t have the money to pay for expensive dates, he didn’t have the maturity for a real relationship, and he didn’t even have anyone to bring a significant other home to. He had no family, I mean sure he had Uncle Wayne and Wayne was a great guy. But Wayne worked a lot and he was often grumpy when he came back from work, not the friendliest guy to meet. As a matter of fact, the only person in Eddie’s life who met Wayne was Y/n.

Y/n was someone very dear to Eddie. Y/n was Eddie’s fuck buddy, the girl that maybe he loved a little more than platonically, but most of all, Y/n was Eddie’s best friend.

The whole fuck buddy thing started after a horrible hookup on her end, and Eddie was certain that he could be better than whatever scumbag she went out with that night, and he was. He would never admit how proud he was of that, though.

Eddie is slightly aware of his feelings for his best friend, he’d never tell her, but he would be lying if he said her presence doesn’t make him feel better. That the sight of her doesn’t just have him turned on, but brings him a sense of inner peace. He knows what these feelings are, but he also knows that they’re wrong. People like Eddie don’t deserve to feel those feelings, especially towards someone as great as Y/n. So he’s just letting them be for now, because he knows that she’ll find better eventually and he’s going to be okay with that, because having her as his best friend is good enough.

“Oh fuck Eddie.” Y/n moans from underneath him, her eyes rolling to the back of her head.

Eddie rocks above her, panting and moaning the entire time. “Fuck babe I’m close, so fucking close. Oh shit, here I come babe.” He says as his eyes squeeze shut and he fucks his orgasm into her, her climax quickly approaching.

He pulls out and rolls next to her, both of them panting. They make eye contact and smile, both of their stomachs doing flips, neither one knowing about the other.

“We did good, huh?” Eddie says jokingly and pulls a cigarette out, offering her one, which she happily takes.

Y/n laughs out loud and lightly hits his chest, “Shut up.”

“No I’m serious, that was one of our best rounds yet.”

She laughs again, but slowly goes into a trance.

Eddie lightly shakes her shoulder, “What’s wrong y/n/n?”

You look him in the eyes and Eddie gulps, “Eds, I think I’m in love with you.”

Eddie freezes, even though he’s in love with you, he also knows that your feelings aren’t real. Maybe you guys have slept with each other too many times that you’re just getting confused. But you can’t love him and you can’t be in love with him. You’re far too good for him.

“Eddie please say something. Please tell me you feel the same way.”She now has tears in her eyes knowing that she’s going to lose him.

“Y/n, baby, you know I can’t. I’m sorry, but you’ve known me for how long, I’m not a relationship guy.” He says and he shrugs you off.

You look at him incredulously. To not reciprocate feelings is one thing, but to completely blow you off by saying ‘i’m not a relationship” guy after all of your history together, is what makes you mad. And the tone he said it in, too, like an arrogant prick.

“So that’s that? You can’t say anything else.” She says with tears now streaming down her face.

Eddie is feeling a lot of things right now and that’s never good. When he feels too much he gets overwhelmed and deals with it by being angry. He’s never been angry at her before, though, but seeing her cry, mixed with her “confession” and he’s still dealing with his feelings for her, Eddie is feeling more than overwhelmed.

“What else do you want me to fucking say? You’ve known me for how many fucking years? Never once have I done relationships, and you’re no fucking different. What did you think just because we have a bit of history it would make any difference.” He yells at her, taking another puff of his cigarette trying to calm his nerves.

“‘A bit of history’ is that what your chalking up our years of friendship to now? You never act like this with me, and I try to be honest with you and you just lash out on me? I’m your best friend, not some asshole at school, try treating me with a little respect.” She says, finally putting her clothes back on while he stay naked under the covers. Even with the clothes covering her, she’s never felt more exposed in her life.

“Respect?!” Eddie laughs out loud. “I just had you a moaning mess underneath me and you’re demanding respect?” He instantly regrets saying this at the pain on her face, but again, he won’t let her see that.

“You are such a selfish dick, I’m leaving.” She says and starts walking out with tears and mascara streaking her face.

“I may be selfish, but at least I didn’t sleep with my best friend and catch feelings, ruining years of friendship!” He yelled back even though she’s already almost out the front door. Now he’s not only selfish, but a selfish liar.

[soulkeeper801]

A thing - Twice Sana

Requested: Sana and reader are aware of each others feelings towards one another but aren’t officially dating. They’re out with the group one day and one of the members mentions her going on a date with someone else(which reader didn’t know about). Reader ends up leaving while sana runs after her and tries to explain herself. Fluff ending

Sana x f!reader

Words: 918

You and Sana had always shared a special connection, an unspoken bond that went beyond mere friendship. The chemistry between you was undeniable, and though you had never officially labeled your relationship, it was clear to both of you that there was something more than just platonic feelings.

Sana was always the last one to leave the practice room just so the both of you could walk together to your apartment that was a couple of blocks from the company. Her eyes would linger on you whenever you were telling a story or teaching them a new dance move. She purposefully arranged more hours to practice so you would spend time together, not only dancing but talking, laughing, sharing.

You were as infatuated by the Japanese girl as she was by you. You weren’t supposed to have favorites, but if Sana was struggling, you would take a little extra time with her, teaching her patiently, trying to relieve her frustration by being silly and showing her it was difficult for you the first time too.

However, as deep as your feelings were, none of you decided to take the next step. It was always long stares, subtle smiles, profound care for each other. You were afraid the idol wouldn’t take you seriously since your statuses were really far from each other. 

One night after practice, the girls gathered around to celebrate the beginning of the tour which meant dance practices would stop for a couple of weeks. Nayeon ordered food and brought beer to the practice room to share with everyone. They asked you to sit with them and the conversation began to flow naturally, as well as the smiles and stares between Sana and you.

She took a seat beside you and offered you a can of beer. 

As the conversation flowed, Momo brough the dating topic to the table. She asked the other girls about their type, their favorite spot in the city to spend the day with someone and if they were seeing anyone currently.

They were happily discussing about it until a question took you back to reality.

“Sana,” Jeongyeon trailed off as she was taking a sip of beer. “Were you on a date yesterday?”

The words hit you like a bolt of lightning. Your heart sank, and a wave of hurt and betrayal washed over you. 

“Oh, right,” Nayeon continued, “you were out with Miyeon! How was it?” she asked, eyes filled with genuine curiosity.

You excused yourself from the table, feeling the need to escape the suffocating atmosphere.

The girls were surprised at your sudden reaction and while you were crossing the door, a groan was heard behind you. 

Sana noticed your sudden departure and her eyes widened with concern. Excusing herself from her friends, she hurriedly followed after you. 

Outside of the practice room, you stood defeteadly. You knew you weren’t a thing, maybe never would be, yet it felt like she was betraying you.

She found you staying with your face buried in your hands, trying to gather your thoughts and steady your racing heartbeat.

"Sana, I need some time alone," you said softly, your voice tinged with sadness.

Sana stepped closer, her voice filled with urgency. "Please, just hear me out. It's not what you think. It's a mistake."

“A mistake,” you asked, your eyes focusing on her.

She examined every detail of your face. It wasn’t every day that she could see you this close. “Yes, I don’t know what I’m doing,” she confessed.

“What do you mean?”

Sana's expression softened as she reached out to hold your trembling hands. "I was confused, scared even. I didn't know how to approach you. But seeing you hurt like this, it made me realize that I can't deny what's in my heart any longer, I can’t deny what’s happening between us”.

You searched her eyes, desperately trying to find the truth behind her words. "What are you saying, Sana?"

She took a deep breath, her voice barely above a whisper. "I love you, more than I can put into words. I was trying to figure out how to tell you, but I got caught up in my own fears. Miyeon was just a distraction, a misguided attempt to push away my feelings for you."

Tears welled up in your eyes as the weight of her confession settled in your heart. "I love you too, Sana. I've loved you for so long, but I was afraid to jeopardize what we had."

Sana's face lit up with a radiant smile, and she gently wiped away your tears with her thumb. "We don't have to be afraid anymore. We can take this leap together, step by step."

Her words washed away the lingering pain, replacing it with a newfound hope and joy. The two of you stood there, embracing each other tightly, reveling in the warmth of your shared love.

“I’ve been meaning to do this for a long time,” she whispered, as her hands cupped your face to bring it closer to hers.

Her lips touched your softly at first but as the seconds passed by the kiss became needy, your hands held her waist firmly as she pushed you against the wall.

“Oh, come on!” Nayeon groaned from the practice room door, “get a room!”

You immediately separated just to find a grinning Nayeon looking at the two of you. Sana chuckled shyly, hiding her face on the crook of your neck.

“We’ll be back in a second, I promise!”

(A/N: kind of a second part here)

[senditcolton]

Clues I Didn't See

Unflinchingly settling your head into your lover’s lap while they watch television/are reading a book/doing their favorite hobby. Asking your lover to explain what’s going on/what they’re doing.

part of my Valentine's Day prompts requested by @barzysunflower | word count: 0.9k | warnings: none! part of the "unexpected" universe

You were never a big party person. Perhaps that is one of the reasons why you and Nate became close friends. You were both more introverted and while Nate chose to stay in so he could practice his hockey skills – always so serious, which you teased him about relentlessly – you preferred to spend a night in curled up in a blanket with a good book.

How you managed to fall for the equivalent of a golden retriever that always wanted to interact with people and drag you along to every team get-together was beyond you.

But that’s why you were here at yet another Avalanche party. It was a very relaxed atmosphere – nothing too wild, nothing too crazy. But you still felt a little overwhelmed.

This time though, you couldn’t blame you discomfort on the atmosphere or the numerous strangers around you (seeing as you were at Gabe’s house surrounded by teammates and their partners). This time, you knew exactly where that awkwardness was stemming from.

It was because you showed up on Erik Johnson’s arm as his date instead of Nate’s platonic plus-one.

This wasn’t the first outing the two of you had after ‘officially’ going public about your secret hook-ups turned relationship but it still felt a little awkward being so open about your connection when, for the past few months, all the two of you had been doing was sneaking around.

That awkwardness coupled with your general dislike of parties had you sneaking away from the main hubbub of the crowd, your small tote bag flung over your shoulder. It took you a minute to find a cozy little nook – complete with a small loveseat, blanket, and lamp close by.

You sigh, collapsing onto the cushions, kicking off your sandals as you tuck your feet beneath you. Reaching into your bag, you fish your current read, the need to have a book constantly by your side never letting you down. After removing the bookmark and placing it in the back of the book, you relax, your eyes scanning over the pages, getting lost in the fictional world.

A few minutes later, the sound of a throat clearing draws your attention from your reading. You look up to see Erik standing in the entrance to the room, a bemused look on his face.

“You know, we don’t have to sneak around to be together anymore,” he teases.

“I know that,” you laugh, gently shaking your head.

“Then why are you back here?”

“Just needed a little break from the excitement,” you explain, holding up your book. “Besides, this gives me time to get a little further into this novel.”

You hear EJ give a small hum as a response and you turn back to the book. You expected him to disappear but you are somewhat startled when you feel his body settling onto the loveseat next to you. Your head turns to look at him with a confused quirk of your eyebrow.

“Aren’t you gonna go back to the party?”

“Eh, they aren’t gonna miss me that much. But I’d miss you so, why not follow your lead and take a little break?”

Your heart softens at his words; softens at the way he is willing to sacrifice his own time with friends to share a quiet moment with you. You shoot him a gentle smile before turning your attention back to the book in front of you. Only a few seconds pass before you feel Erik shift, nestling in closer and leaning his body down, his head coming to rest in your lap.

“What are you reading?”

“Sense & Sensibility. I’m trying to read all seven Jane Austen novels. This is only my second,” you explain.

“Could you read me a bit from it?” he asks, those dark brown eyes of his eagerly looking up at you. The smile on your face doesn’t falter as you turn your eyes back to the page, scanning over the paragraphs until you find a good quote.

“It is not time or opportunity that is to determine intimacy,” you begin, your voice soft, your hand absentmindedly finding his hair, running through the blonde locks. “It is disposition alone. Seven years would be insufficient to make some people acquainted with each other, and seven days are more than enough for others.”

You glance down at him, his eyes trained to your face and his pupils filled with affection. He looks so handsome – not just in the physical sense but in the way he looks at you, the way he appreciates you, the way he cares about you.

Those feelings are enough for you to drop your head down, your lips connecting with his in a gentle kiss. Erik gladly accepts, his own hand finding the back of your neck to hold you close. The two of you stay like that, tangled up in one another until a new voice interrupts.

“Wow, sneaking away for a make-out session?”

Your lift your head up, your lips departing from Erik’s as both of your heads turn towards the sound of the voice. You can feel your cheeks heat at the sight of Gabe in the doorway, his arms crossed in front of him and a smirk on his face.

“You guys realize we all know about the two of you now, right? I mean, you two weren’t being very subtle about it before but now, there’s no need to hide if you want to kiss each other.”

“Shut up, Gabe,” EJ chirps at his best friend, flipping him the bird for good measure while you bury your face into the center of your book to hide your embarrassment.

The combination of the two of your responses make Gabe throws his head back, his maniacal cackle being the only sound that lingers after he departs. 

[calc1fers]

TRYING TO SORT OUT MY THOUGHTS ABOUT LILY SHIPS BC LIFE AS A MULTISHIPPER IS HARD

jily

o.g. i love them an inordinate amount

so yummy; @maluceh’s art made me feel things

i really really love them like a lot

i’m better at writing wlw ships that straight ships but for them i might try 🗣️🗣️

marylily

friends to lovers otp

the angst is insane 🫢

the jily to marylily to order of the phoenix drama to dead jily to obliviated mary pipeline

don’t know how to explain but they’re both so fiery with strong personalities. neither of them would back down when protecting their interests

lily would trade her life to save the wizarding world, mary would trade the wizarding world to save her life

right person wrong time :(

redpanda

SO CUTE 💌 pandora and lily study buddies

need to read more about them but they’re so cute (pls rec me fics if u have any)

there is potential for angst — jily and xenodora to redpanda, lily’s death, pan’s search for horcruxes with regulus, her death as well

idk yet. we will see

dorlily

been getting into this one recently

ACADEMIC RIVALS TO LOVERS

tbh i’ve always been more of a dorlene fan but they’re kind of addictive to read about

marlily (lilylene?)

it’s ok but there are better lily ships out there imo

might change my mind if i read more about them

jegulily

beautiful bc they’re all in love

good solution to people who aren’t sure whether to ship jily or jegulus or regulily

need to read more about them and figure out their dynamic but from what i’ve heard.. very good

regulily

not sure? i feel like regulus and lily are compatible but they also need james in the mix

if not romantic, they’d definitely be platonic soulmates

regulus and lily lend each other their poetry/philosophy books with little annotations ❤️‍🩹

narlily

i’m intrigued by this one and need to read more about it

they seem cute!!

mary/marlene/lily

idk their ship name

personally a no.. they are all best friends this is kind of incestuous

snily

i’m sorry snape went thru allat but i don’t think they’d be good for each other

snape was kind of obsessive and by the time he had a redemption arc i’m pretty sure lily was already six feet under 😭😭

relily

…nah

they’re strictly platonic

maybe. MAYBE dated for a few months but def not endgame

and i would just like to say:

fuck jkr; i do not support her bigoted views and i never will. i know my platform is very small, but i will continue to try my best at creating a safe space for the lgbtq+ community here :)

these are just my views! i’m still figuring out lots about character dynamics and trying to form my own opinions on them. everyone’s allowed to have their own views which are valid if they aren’t pedophilic or have some other disturbing power dynamic.

[monsterhunting]

📖 and ♥ for the ask meme?

thank you for asking!!!

��"what has surprised you about your WIPs?"

hmmmmmmmm idk. maybe lately i feel like i’ve been coming up with a lot of jonathan focused fic ideas. a lot of them aren’t really like Ideas™️ worthy enough of being a google doc WIP but still. anyway it’s surprising bc i like jonathan of course but out of the main teens he is not my favorite. in fact my ranking would probably go steve > nancy > robin > jonathan. and yet!!!! many jonathan ideas lately

❤️"what are your favorite scenes from your WIPs?"

ok so I had three!!!! one is from a Stonathan WIP and the other is from a Robin pov stoncy + rovickie + platonic stobin WIP but I will put them under the cut so it doesn’t get too long

sooooo for context and without giving too much away i have a stonathan WIP where steve is a ghost that only jonathan can see and near the end they’re trying to get him back from the upside down which is where he died bc they think they can bring him back and jonathan volunteers to do it alone. i actually have no idea how they’re going to figure this out or how they’ll bring him back when he’s theoretically dead!!!! hopefully one day i’ll figure it out. anyway here’s the scene:

But when Jonathan opens the door, he finds Nancy and Robin behind it.

“We’re coming with you,” Robin says without preamble.

Jonathan sighs. “Robin — ”

“He’s my best friend,” Robin says, and Jonathan’s mouth snaps shut at the tremor in her voice. “He’s the most important person in the fucking world to me, so if there’s even the slightest chance he’s alive down there then, yeah, I’m going.”

Jonathan blinks, then slowly looks to Nancy.

“I’m going, too,” she adds, and when Jonathan opens his mouth to protest, she continues, “Jonathan, you’ve never even been to the Upside Down. Me and Robin have. Twice. Actually, it’s been three times for me, and I survived all of them. If anything, you need my help.”

Jonathan sighs again. “Guys — ”

“No, don’t even think about saying something like — like — like it’s too dangerous, or whatever,” Robin says. “So what? You think you get to be the one to sacrifice your safety for Steve all because he was just some ghostly shadow hanging over your shoulder for a couple of weeks?”

“Robin — ”

“Byers,” Robin cuts in. “I’m fucking going, alright?”

Jonathan lets out a heavy breath, and then, finally, says, “Alright.”

“And don’t think that I won’t — ”

“Robin, I said okay!”

Robin’s mouth snaps shut.

Nancy raises her eyebrows. “Okay?” She repeats.

“Yeah,” Jonathan says. Robin blinks, and Nancy’s eyebrows arch higher. “I mean, I know I should try to stop you, but…” He trails off, then admits, selfishly, “I really don’t want to do this alone.”

and then the next two are from the robin pov part two of you can hear it in the silence. the first scene takes place right after nancy calls steve about their “date”, and then steve promptly calls robin back home panicking and freaking out about said “date.” the second scene is a bit later when steve, nancy, and jonathan are already “dating”:

“Who was that on the phone?” Her mom asks as Robin returns to her seat at the kitchen table.

“Steve,” Robin answers before taking a bite of her mashed potatoes.

Her mom snorts fondly. “Course it was.” She takes a bite of mashed potatoes, too, then pauses. “Rob…are you sure you two aren’t — ”

Robin sighs. “Mom. Yes, I’m sure.”

She raises her hands in defense. “Okay, okay. Just checking. Again.”

“We’re just friends,” Robin says for the millionth time. Then she adds, for proof, “Actually, he was calling me to tell me he’s going on a date this week.”

Her mom’s eyebrows arch. “Oh? Who’s the lucky lady?”

Robin shifts in her seat. “Oh, uh. Just…one of our friends.”

“And how about you, Robbie?” Her dad asks. “Meet somebody nice up in Chicago yet?”

And the thing is — Robin likes her parents. Her dad is quiet, if a little absent-minded, and her mom isn’t her best friend the way some of the girls in her classes gush about. But they’re both good people. They give a dollar to homeless people when they pass them in the city, they recycle. They didn’t even vote for Reagan — although that’s mainly because they didn’t vote, period. Since Robin was a kid, her parents have always been the kind of people who claim they hate politics, who never watch the news because it’s too depressing.

But her parents are good people, and Robin likes them. She loves them, and what’s more, they love her, too. She knows that. She’s never had to question that.

And she’s terrified that one day she will.

So Robin just says, “Nope, not yet,” forces a smile, and takes another bite of mashed potatoes.

“So, how are things with Nance and Jonathan?” Robin asks.

Steve smiles. “Really good.” He opens his mouth to say more, then snaps it shut, as though he’s suddenly embarrassed.

Robin nudges him with her foot. “What?”

Steve fiddles with the throw pillow in his lap for a moment. “I think I love them,” he admits.

Robin feels herself start to smile. “Yeah?”

Steve glances up and nods. He’s starting to smile, too. “Yeah. God, so much. It’s kind of embarrassing, actually.”

“Why’s that embarrassing?”

“I don’t know.” Steve sighs, rubbing the back of his neck. “I mean, I’ve been a little in love with them since sophomore year? So — it just feels like a lot, I guess.”

“Hey,” Robin says sternly. “Your feelings are not a lot.”

“I didn’t mean it like that, I just meant, like…” Steve trails off. “I don’t know, it feels intense. I just feel so…full of it, sometimes. Like I’m going to explode, or something crazy, and I’ve never — I mean, even when I was dating Nancy…well, I was in love with her, obviously, but I guess with everything going on…even then, it never felt like this.” He laughs a little, sounding embarrassed. “I don’t know. I guess that sounds really lame, but I — it’s like I’ve never felt this happy.”

“Steve,” Robin says softly. “That’s amazing.”

Steve makes a face, ducking his head to fiddle with the throw pillow again.

“Seriously, I mean it,” Robin says. “You should tell them.”

[canarymemories]

i gotta tell you how i feel about you

rating: general audiences archive warning: no archive warnings apply fandom: ensemble stars relationships: harukawa sora/suou tsukasa, narukami arashi & sakuma ritsu & sena izumi & suou tsukasa & tsukinaga leo additional tags: fluff, love confessions, pining, meddling, i love that that's a tag, anyway the other knights give tsukasa advice, and then spy very badly words: 2,645 published: 2023-07-10

summary: he exhales slowly and feels some of the worries leave him. if his seniors had faith in him, then so did he. and how hard could saying i like you, harukawa-kun really be? for sorakasa week day 1: confessions

here on ao3

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tsukasa can’t remember the last time he was this nervous.

he’s standing outside the entrance of café cinnamon, a few minutes before he’s set to meet sora for their scheduled meeting. instead of looking forward to this as he normally does, his heart is racing and his hands are clammy. realistically, tsukasa doesn’t have anything to worry about in the first place, and that would be true now too if he didn’t decide earlier that week that today would be the day he confesses his feelings to sora.

though it’s not exactly fair to her, tsukasa would like to say that arashi is to blame for this. 

a month or so ago, she’d said that his little excursions with sora — the ones where they meet to eat together and then return to the dorms to play whichever game sora has picked out for them — sounded like dates. and, after some careful consideration, tsukasa came to realize that he wouldn’t really mind if they were dates.

the only issue with knowing that is how to tell sora as much.

at first, tsukasa debated with himself on whether or not he was going to tell sora, but there’s only so many times he can think about holding his friend’s hand in a non-platonic way, daydreams of being the one to lace their fingers together before it getting to him.

he’d been trying to tell sora for a few weeks now, yet all of those failed since every time he’d gathered the courage to tell sora, the two of them would be interrupted or something would come up and his words would stay stuck in his throat. at least tsukasa knows sora well enough to know that they wouldn’t stop being friends if he were to confess, which does make him feel a little more confident.

tsukasa takes a deep breath.

he’d spent a little longer than he’d like to admit in the mirror this morning practicing confessing to his reflection while shinobu and souma were out of the room. it had helped then, but glancing at his watch every few minutes as time ticked down to their meeting time wiped away any calm he had.

somewhat reluctantly and not entirely up to him, he consulted the other knights prior to coming to the café and their support had somewhat made him feel better.

it’d started when leo interrupted him mid sentence while tsukasa was discussing business matters, having called a proper knights meeting to talk about their budget as well as the potential of a live in the coming weeks.

“suo, what’re you so antsy for?” leo asked.

tsukasa looked up from the papers in front of him. “leo-san, it’s rude to interrupt someone while they’re talking, we’ve gone over this. and i don’t know what you’re referring to. i’m perfectly calm.”

leo shot him a disbelieving look. “then why do you keep checking the time?”

tsukasa mentally cursed leo for being so perceptive at the worst of times. “i have a meeting with someone later,” he explained. then, feeling a little self conscious, he’d added, “and i don’t ‘keep checking the time.’ i’ve only looked twice.”

at the same time leo said, “three times,” arashi cut in by asking, maybe a little too excitedly, “is it one of your little dates with sora-chan?”

tsukasa sighed. “i told you before, they aren’t dates.”

“that’s not a no, suuchan,” ritsu pointed out.

“why are you all so interested in my plans for later?”

“naru-kun’s just interested because she can’t get a date,” izumi said, earning an offended gasp in response from arashi.

“that’s so not true,” arashi defended.

tsukasa rubbed his temple. “it’s not a date,” he repeated. then he paused.

as much as he dreades bringing any topic regarding his time with sora up with them  — he knew that his seniors would tease him about this for who knows how long — tsukasa could use some advice or at least someone to hear him out. 

“but,” tsukasa started only to trail off. he wasn’t sure what was more nervewracking, the thought of confessing to someone he likes a lot or admitting to some of the people he holds the closest that he has a crush.

“but you want it to be,” ritsu finished for him, a sly, knowing smile coloring his words.

tsukasa bit the inside of his cheek. his face felt hot and he was all too aware of the fact that they were waiting for some kind of response, so he avoided their stares and instead looked at the table as he nodded. there was a beat of silence and then another. it was more unnerving than he would like to admit.

“ah, sena! our son’s all grown up!” leo yelled.

tsukasa thought he preferred the silence.

as izumi grumbled out some response, tsukasa looked over to see arashi miming wiping a tear from her eye. “oh, they grow up so fast,” she said.

“narukami-senpai,” he deadpanned. “i’m a month younger than you.”

she, of course, ignored this. arashi reached across the table and took his hands in hers. “let onee-chan help you.”

her eyes were so bright and hopeful that he found himself saying, “very well,” without much hesitation.

arashi perked up and somehow brightened with his response. maybe agreeing was a bad idea, but tsukasa held the four of them highly, trusted them enough to know that she truly wanted to help if not also gossip a little bit. 

“naru’s really good with love advice,” leo sagely added. arashi preened at the compliment.

tsukasa felt himself flushing again. acknowledging he likes sora is one thing, but calling it love felt like a little too much. 

“tsukasa-chan,” arashi said, “tell me everything.”

“we’d be here all day if you have him do that,” izumi pointed out. 

“nacchan, just help him with his date,” ritsu said. “than you can ask him all you want later.”

arashi looked a little disappointed, but she agreed nonetheless with a small nod. “okay, tsukasa-chan, tell onee-chan about this date of yours.”

the urge to deny its status as a date sat on his tongue, but he didn’t say it that time. it seemed a little hypocritical by that point. tsukasa gave a little shrug. “harukawa-kun and i meet sometimes to have a meal. then he chooses a game for us to play once we return to the dorms.” he considered his options briefly before adding, “i am… planning on telling him about my feelings today.”

arashi squealed which made tsukasa feel even more embarrassed about sharing that aloud with them. she squeezed his hands between hers as she said, “you are? tsukasa-chan, you’re so cute. how are you gonna do it?”

tsukasa pretended he didn’t notice the other three being just as attentive as arashi even with them not saying anything. “is there a way i should do it? i was just going to tell him outright. i don’t want to complicate things.”

“tell him with a song!” leo piped up.

“leo-san, i’m not going to sing to him in the middle of café cinnamon.”

“boo, your loss. a song would work, i’m telling you. there’s no way it wouldn’t.”

“not everyone is like you, leo-kun,” izumi said, sounding like they’d had similar conversations before. “no one just has a song ready for every occasion, you know.”

“i do,” leo replied. “sort of.”

leaving the two of them to bicker on their own, ritsu said, “i don’t think it has to be anything extravagant, right, nacchan?”

she nodded. “as long as you get your feelings across, that’s all that matters. don’t overthink it, okay?”

now, a little over an hour after that conversation, tsukasa finds himself overthinking it all.

he exhales slowly and feels some of the worries leave him. if his seniors had faith in him, then so did he. and how hard could saying i like you, harukawa-kun really be? so, with a somewhat clear mind, tsukasa heads into café cinnamon only to stop dead in his tracks a few steps inside.

the last thing he expected to see there is all four of his seniors sitting at a table off in the corner, all donning sunglasses as if that hides who they are at all. as soon as tsukasa pauses, clearly staring at them, they all lift their menus and act as if they don’t see him.

he sighs heavily. he shouldn’t have told them anything.

seeing as they’re intending on spying, tsukasa decides to ignore them for the time being. he spots sora a second later, sitting at the table they tend to frequent on their not-dates.

“ah, tsuka-chan! hello!” sora greets as he nears.

as tsukasa pulls out his chair and sits, he says, “ good afternoon, harukawa-kun. were you waiting long?”

sora shakes his head. “no, but sora doesn’t mind waiting. he was busy looking at people’s colors.”

“i see.” that’s reassuring at least.

“oh, sora ordered for us. he wasn’t sure what to get you, so he just got the parfait you had when we were here last.”

tsukasa gets a strange little rush of warmth from that. they haven’t been able to meet up all too often recently, so for sora to remember when he’d gotten when they’d last been together makes tsukasa feel special. “thank you. that was what i was going to order.”

sora nods along, slowly slightly as he looks past tsukasa. “leo-san and the others are here.”

tsukasa internally groans. so much for that moment. “just ignore them,” he says.

sora smiles and waves, which makes tsukasa turn to see both arashi and izumi yanking down leo’s arm as he waves back to sora. while there’s a hushed argument playing out behind him, tsukasa sighs again.

“my sincerest apologies for them,” he says as if that would make up for anything. “they’re just here to meddle, so it’s better to pretend they’re not even here.”

it hits tsukasa when sora tilts his head slightly and asks, “meddling with what?” that maybe he didn’t think that one through before saying it.

“um…” tsukasa finds himself clamming up. he wasn’t planning on telling sora here in the café of all places, partially worrying about any unwanted listeners as well as him thinking that he’d rather have that conversation be something between the two of them. it doesn’t feel proper to confess his feelings here of all places, especially with his seniors very poorly spying on them. “i…”

sora patiently waits for him to continue. tsukasa would normally appreciate it, but this time, it only makes him feel put on the spot. despite having been trying to prepare himself for this moment for a few weeks at this point, it feels like all of that preparation flew out of the window at the last minute.

luckily, before it gets to be too long of an awkward pause of him trying to come up with something, what sora had ordered for them arrives at the table. tsukasa thanks the waiter, who he thankfully doesn’t recognize, before deciding to keep his gaze on his parfait as a distraction.

tsukasa acts like he doesn’t feel eyes on his back as he says, “i will tell you later.”

sora accepts this easily, humming to himself as he begins to eat whatever he’d gotten for himself. tsukasa refuses to look at him, working on calming his nerves as he picks up his spoon and begins to eat as well.

it doesn’t take long for his phone to buzz in his pocket. at first, tsukasa doesn’t think much of it — and it would be rude to check it when he’s with sora anyway — but then it buzzes two more times in quick succession. he slides his phone out of his pocket to see the messages are coming from the knights group chat, mostly along the lines of asking him how it’s going. his phone buzzes once more in his hand; a message from arashi asking if he’s told sora yet.

rather than responding to any of them, tsukasa shuts his phone off and puts it back in his pocket. he doesn’t need any more input from them currently. after all, he has enough to think about since he’d already said too much and essentially promised to tell sora why the others are there.

either way, he can’t let this go on forever; tsukasa knows he’ll have to tell sora sooner or later and he’d already told himself that today was the day. he’s not one for giving into cowardice, but when tsukasa looks up and sees sora staring at him, eyes questioning as he asks, “is everything alright, tsuka-chan? your colors are all over the place right now,” tsukasa thinks maybe he could let this whole confessing thing go for another day.

however, his mouth doesn’t seem to be on the same wavelength as his brain as tsukasa blurts out, “i like you.”

the two of them stare at each other and in that moment, tsukasa thinks he might know some peace today if the earth swallowed him whole. he’d been intending to tell sora at the right time — whatever that meant — and not now. he feels more nervous now than he had before at just the thought of saying those words to sora.

tsukasa’s spiraling is put on pause when sora giggles. his cheeks are tinted a soft pink and his eyes are sparkling in a way tsukasa knows will stick in his head for a while. “sora likes you too, tsuka-chan.” with that, sora makes a happy little noise and goes back to eating his own parfait.

huh.

was it really that easy this whole time?

“you do?” tsukasa asks. he feels warm again and he’s very happily ignoring the whispered chatter behind him.

“mmhm! sora was waiting for you to say something.”

that makes tsukasa freeze. “you knew how i felt ?”

to that, sora looks a little sheepish. “mm, well… sora had an idea since your colors would get brighter around him, but sora didn’t want to say anything until you did.”

tsukasa isn’t sure what’s worse, that sora’s been aware to some extent of his feelings this whole time or that his seniors are still sitting there watching this all happen. “i… see.” he isn’t sure what else to say. he’d much rather hide his face in his hands until he stops feeling so warm and jittery.

“you don’t have to worry about sora telling anyone else, though, he promises.”

“thank you for that at least,” tsukasa replies. 

does he have to fill the others in as promised if they’d been sat there watching the whole time? at least arashi was right, he didn’t have to overthink it so much.

he picks his spoon back up and continues eating his parfait. sora is content to leave the rest of their meal silent, so tsukasa takes the time to think. he certainly feels less tense now, the adrenaline of the confession wearing off a little to make him feel slightly more calm about the whole situation. he supposes any further conversation about this could be done away from the prying eyes of the other knights.

the building nerves have settled into something more of a pleasant giddiness. tsukasa’s lips pull into a little smile as he finishes his parfait. sora must notice because when tsukasa glances up at him, sora is smiling back at him, cheeks still a faint rosy hue. tsukasa wonders if he looks the same.

against better judgment, tsukasa glances back at his seniors. as soon as they notice he’s looking, ritsu and leo give him thumbs up and arashi is quick to follow. tsukasa stares blankly at the four of them for a second as ritsu tries to get izumi to follow in suit before turning back to sora. now seems like as good a time as any to ditch them.

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i just think. knights would join together to look out for (read: spy on) their youngest lsdkgh know that the sorakasa sillies held hands on the way back to the dorms (i couldn't figure out how to add this in)

everyone say thank you to the ao3 volunteers who have been working on getting the site running

title from satellite pls listen to it, i think it's a cute song (plus esc propaganda askhdg)

[jmeldog]

Ugh I really do love Haruka and Mu.

To me, they’re dating without any actual romantic feelings for each other. They have strong attachments to each other, but they’re dumb stupid teenage emotional soups of people that they don’t know how to classify these feelings and therefore call it dating.

Because what else are they supposed to do?

Their little soup brains aren’t aware yet you can have platonic love for someone and still have it be as meaningful as romantic love and don’t need to force it to be anything else.

In another life where Haruka doesn’t fucking explode in T3, they’d grow out of this messy phase and cringe at their mistakes for how little they understood their own feelings.

Sorry for rambling and romanticizing the mistakes one makes when figuring themselves out as a person. They’re just so messy and fucked up and e-dating.

Ideally i think they’d eventually break up, die of cringe, grow as people, and then maybe talk again a while later and still hold some form of respect for each other. Or respectfully hate each other lmao. But either way i don’t think they’re meant to last. They already fucked up their chances of being in a platonic pair together due to being soup and there’s too much baggage, but it’s not a regrettable thing. It’s being human.

[kamil-a]

fuzzy feelings

Happy valentine’s exchange, @indigosees​ !! 

Here’s some clock tower trio for youuu :3

You asked for platonic or poly or Ace/Julius or Alice/Julius and so I put them all in my bubbly cauldron and got you, uh, pre-poly? Nobodys dating........ yet. There’s some feelings of competition and jealousy but yknow. Alice is nervous. 

In anniversary you can’t actually romance Julius from the castle, which makes it a beautiful fresh blank canvas for me to work on.

Normally, it is Alice who complains about the inane things as Julius works, but this time he seems almost desperate for a conversation partner. 

"Do you know what kind of things I have to put up with here," he greets her. He grabs a teddy bear- yup, she’d know that thing anywhere, the letter still clasped in its paw and the poorly done stitching still marring its leg despite the rip long having healed- by the scruff of its fuzzy neck, and shakes it in her face. 

She was hoping maybe he’d be cheered up, intrigued, or at worst bored.

Instead, he’s... extremely not pleased with it.

Oof.

"It was outside my door when I got back from doing some work outside.”

She knows. She had watched Ace put it there. 

"Oh, wow..." 

"A "secret admirer", he scoffs. "Idiot thinks I'll fall for it." 

He sighs, anger deflating. 

"Supposedly, whoever wrote it is from your place. If they even exist, tell them they should've at least let me eat a chocolate for all the trouble." 

"I’ll let them know," said Alice, who was half the team responsible. She tries to defend it, just once-

"But, I don’t know if you should necessarily be angry? Maybe someone really wanted to..." 

He gives her a look that she can't possibly finish her sentence under. 

"Please. I know when I’m being made fun of. Bet you within the next 10 time periods there'll be another note telling me to meet them somewhere so they can pop out with their friends and laugh." 

He collapses into his chair, starts fixing a clock with the viciousness of someone stopping one. Alice is left to try and not look guilty as he works, bury her face in a book and pretend to read in silence for a little while before- 

"I like that you don’t go places much!" he mutters. “The nerve...”

She doesn’t trust herself to make a sound. Alice is glad he's quoting Ace's contribution to the letter, at least. If it were her own words being spat out like that she probably could never face him again. As it is now, she presses the book against her scrunched up eyes, tries not to say anything.

He hates it, she should’ve realized that he’d hate it from the start, and when he finds out who it’s from this little friendship they’ve built up will be over, and, and....

I can’t believe I let Ace get me caught up in this.

Alice herself would feel like she could call it “a few days ago”, but really there's no way to check- so it is “a bunch of time periods ago”, then, when a longer break in her work found her walking to the tower, getting hungry while she was out and about, and knowing- certainly - that she would not eat well at Julius' place, that's for sure. She ducked into a grocery a few blocks away from the tower, and figured she may as well buy extra food for him, while she's there. There had been a lot of trial and error involved. She has had to withstand horrors (watching him cook things in the fastest and 'most convenient' way, devoid of any spice or taste or making sense). She's got it down to a science now: Deli meat (sliced). Cheeses (sliced). Bread (sliced). Fresh fruits, and- someone's hand brushed hers over an apple. 

"Ace!"

"Oh! Alice!" 

At that point she did not yet know the knight particularly well- technically, they’re coworkers, but she mostly does housework, deliberately kept away from the grisly bits a knight would be in charge of. She knew him just enough to know he's got a dazzling smile and a cheerful air and a terrible sense of direction. 

In fact- 

"Just checking, but you aren't thinking this is the castle kitchen, right?" 

He threw back his head and laughed. 

"Well, now that you bring it up! I did at first, but then I got told off for eating things from the shelves. So I figured out I must’ve taken a wrong turn somewhere pretty quick!" 

Ah... Of course he did. 

"And what brings you allllll the way out here instead of the kitchen at home?", he asked Alice, which was a question she was a little bit dreading. “Did you get lost too? It’s a pretty confusing trip from the personal rooms to the kitchen, right?”

“Only for you.”

“Don’t be embarrassed! We’re lost... but we’re together.”

“I told you, I’m not lost.”

“So why are you here?”

Good question.

It wasn't that she was.... hiding.... her frequent visits to Julius. It's just that she's been.... not really saying anything about them. 

And worrying that she'll be banned from going if she's caught. 

And worrying that if she's caught taking too much food from her current place of residence to feed an different territory's leader, even being an outsider might not save her... 

Well, if she had to get caught, Ace certainly seemed like the sort to be less bothered than Peter or the Q- or Vivaldi, remember to call her without titles or you're toast. 

"I was, uh, visiting a friend who lives around here-" she hoped she hadn't taken too long to answer.

"No way, so am I!" said Ace. 

 "-And I figured I'd bring some food so we could make sandwiches while we..." 

Her defensive babbling was still running automatically as her mind caught up. 

"Wait, you too?" 

"Well, I do a lot of journeying! Of course I'd end up making friends from lots of places."

"That's..." she couldn’t look straight at that beamish grin of his. He pulled something out of his pocket and laughed again. 

"So anyway, my friend wanted me to pick him up some supplies while he was busy- and, I'm a knight, of course, so I'd always offer help to those in need! But, it’s a little bit difficult, because..." and he held out the note to her.

If she were looking at him, instead of the note, she would have seen something in his eyes- questioning, testing. She missed it. The note just said: you know what i eat. 

"Julius..." she groaned, because it's so obviously him- 

But- but that means- 

"So you know him too!" Ace cheered, and did a delighted little clap. He threaded an arm through hers, (an action which Alice was not the biggest fan of), and peeked in her basket.

"So, you’re the one buying him the deli meat lately. It's good stuff! I should thank you too, huh!"

She couldn’t help but feel a little annoyed- it felt like when she would find squirrels eating out of the bird feeder Lorina sometimes liked to set up. She laughed at the image as soon as she imagined it. She’s being stupid. Julius was allowed to have other friends- in fact, considering the things she’s seen, she should have been glad Julius had more friends than just her, who’s only shown up very recently and may not be in his world much longer. What was she, defensive of her status as Julius' singular friend? 

Well... she had to admit, there was sort of a pride in thinking she had the Clockmaker all to herself. Like when she’d visit a friend back home and they’d say “My cat hates everybody, but here he is on your lap! Wow!”

"I'm surprised you're on such good terms with another territory's Roleholder," she mused. "Is it because he's neutral?"

"I'm on good terms with him because I like him," Ace said. Friendly enough, but she felt his grip on her arm tighten. "I don't really care where he's from. Same as you, I guess!" 

"Um," Alice said. Most things she could say would probably get her in trouble, one way or another. He smiled that smile at her again. 

"Don't worry, Alice. An outsider like you doesn't need to worry about taking sides. Love who you love!" 

Love? Love?? She wouldn't go that far!

"You’re all red," Ace teased. "You liiiiike him?" 

Look at the time. It was already roughly-shove-Ace-off-of-her o’clock, yes! He giggled and took her hand in his, instead. She thought about Julius and began to wonder how in the world Julius could possibly be friends with this guy.

“You wanna kiss him?!”

"I don’t-" 

He swung their entwined hands, ever-cheerful. She tried to pull away, but he had too firm a grip. 

"Oh, okay. Yeah, a lot of people think he's not the best looking, or his job is too creepy- I mean, no judgement if you were into him, of course! I would be so happy for him! But, what was I saying? Oh, yeah, if you find him ugly that's not really something someone can convince you otherwise about-" 

"I didn't say he's ugly! Stop putting words in my mouth." 

"I just meant to say I wouldn’t judge you for it! Lots of people find him unattractive." 

"I never said anything like that!" 

"Ohhhhh, sorry, sorry, I see, so you are attracted to him, but you don't like him romantically." 

He wasn’t dumb, Alice realized with horror. He has never been dumb. He was messing with her, and every previous time she's given him a pass for being annoying cuz he's dumb he was actually also messing with her - and ugh, he was stronger than her, too, and he still wouldn’t let go of her hand. 

"I'm right, aren't I?" said Ace, wrongly. 

Whatever her feelings for Julius were- and she had an awful creeping suspicion of what they might be- she was not going to figure them out here, in front of a box of apples, in public, with an annoying knight who had only right that moment finally let go of her hand. 

"You're wrong. Shut up." 

"You just need to tell him how you feel," Ace said, and pushed a fuzzy teddy bear into her arms. There was a pile of them next to the registers. They had a bouquet of roses and a little blank card, one in each paw. 

Oh god no, thought Alice. No no never no do you even know how embarrassing that is-

 "Cmon, Alice, you know how Julius is. We both know he’ll never realize you’re in love with him if you don’t tell him directly.”

"There's nothing to tell-" 

"And if you're too embarassed to go face to face, that’s why you’d write-" 

"I'm not writing any-" 

"You could say something like “Dear Julius, your hair is so pretty, I have a huge crush on you, let’s kiss, all my love, Ali-"

THWACK. 

Primal instincts kicked in. She smacked him with the bear, hard as its squishy fuzzitude would allow.

That finally, thankfully, shut him up. 

"That was a strong hit! It’s a good thing I’m used to getting hurt while fighting!” he said, rubbing his upper arm. She placed the bear back in the display, but he called out after her.

"Wait, you can't just put broken merchandise back on the shelf, can you? It doesn’t seem very nice..." 

She hadn’t realized the poor little leg she had held it by to commit violence now dangled by a string. Stuffing was spilled across the floor. 

So they were stuck with this bear, now.

Julius seems content to put the bear in the garbage and the matter from his mind after a little while, and Alice is more than happy to let it go. He works at a calmer pace and she actually begins to stop panicking and absorb a few words of her book. 

Stupid of her to expect any other reaction from him- but she can beat herself up for it later, not now when Julius might ask her what's wrong. He's gotten pretty good at that. It doesn’t come naturally to him, it's something she’s watched him pick up slowly over the course of their growing friendship- You look upset, are you feeling bad? You can tell me about what’s bothering you as I work, and I’ll make sure to listen even if I don’t talk. It's deliberate in a way that makes Alice feel... whatever that emotion she feels about him sometimes is. She glances at the fuzzy ear poking above the lip of the garbage can. She looks away.

“You never mentioned you knew Ace,” she says before she can stop herself. Julius jumps like he’s been caught doing something wrong.

“You know him?”

“I work with him. I didn’t speak much with him until recently, though. We both tried to visit you and bumped into each other, but you weren’t home, so...”

She is about to say “So we gave you what we brought and left”, but the bear was one of those objects. Best not to do that math for him.

“Oh.”

Julius fixes another two clocks before he speaks again.

“I was just... worried.”

“About what?”

He leaves her to her own worries and does not answer.

So there they sat, on a bench outside the grocery, considering the bear. 

"I’ll need to fix it, of course." 

"It'll fix itself, won't it?" Ace shrugged. 

She could just hit him.

“Then why the fuck did you say-”

It’s her fault, she’s the one still unused to living with things self-repairing. 

"Suit yourself", he shrugged, and handed her a needle and thread from his pocket (A knight needs to be prepared for anything!, though she noted his own coat had been torn so many times the world itself seemed to have assumed he wants it like that on purpose and given up on all repair). 

Whatever.

She’s nearly made it. The time period changes and wouldn’t you know it she has work coming up soon and really must be getting back, and then by next visit the garbage will have been tossed and he’ll never know and things will be normal and fine forever. 

"I can’t believe you didn’t leave earlier,” Julius says as he walks her to the door of his office. "The way I was acting..."

“Don’t worry.” It was her fault. (Partially).

“No, I’m sorry I was in such a bad mood." He adds with a pained smile, "You can see why the only love letters I’m getting are from people like that." 

“Oh, you read our love letter?” Ace’s voice calls out behind them. 

Alice whirls around, face hot. Leave it to him. At the very last second, unexpectedly-

Something changes in Julius’ face.

“Both of yours?”

“Yeah, we wrote it together,” Ace says. Alice could be confused for a new Mouse, the way she squeaks.

“Don’t get Alice involved with your schemes.” Julius steps in front of her more protectively than she deserves.

“You need to lighten up! Telling your friend you love him isn’t a "scheme", Julius....”

If she’d just thought about how Julius would react this wouldn’t have happened. If she hadn’t panicked when Ace confidently said he’d just write his own love letter.

If she hadn’t done things by halves, if she’d either not written at all or put her name to it.

If she wasn’t selfish enough to think that telling Julius how she felt from a safe distance was more important than how it’d make him feel- 

“Julius, I’m so, so sor-”

“It was her idea, though?” Ace says.

She could just kill that knight. 

Julius doesn’t look at her.

“You’ll have to tell Ace what I said about it yourself. I’m not doing that whole performance again.”

“It was not!” She at least has to set the record straight on that. “I just said we should leave it anonymous because-”

“I get it, I get it.” Julius holds up a hand. “It’s only a made up person who’d like me. It’s the kind of joke I’d expect from Ace, but not...”

“What?! No! We didn’t mean it like that at all!” Well, she didn’t. “Did you, Ace?”

“I did kind of expect him to take it that way,” Ace shrugs. “Julius can be a little gloomy like that sometimes!”

Alice runs across the hallway and smacks him mid-aaaahahahhahah!! 

She thinks, if she’s not mistaken, she hears Julius laugh.

“He’s not used to people sincerely saying they like him,” Ace whispers to her. He was unfazed by the hit. “I’ve tried telling him before and he just rolls his eyes, thinks I’m pulling his leg. No self esteem, poor thing...”

So, she’s kind of stuck now, isn’t she?

“It’s real, okay?!” she yells down the hall to Julius. Her face must be as bright red as Ace’s coat. “I meant everything I wrote, I just got too embarassed, and Ace was already writing in it, so we compromised and...”

Julius looks stunned. Doesn’t say anything, just looks back and forth between the two of them. Then he sprints back into his office at high speed and slams the door. 

Ace nudges Alice and winks. Alice frowns at him. Ace nudges her again and gives her a thumbs up, which she returns with a much ruder finger. Julius, after a while, pokes his head out. 

“You’re blushing!”, Ace says.

He ignores that.

“I still think you should’ve sent chocolate instead. That’s my final word on the matter.”

“But I see you put it on your desk,” Ace coos. “Alice, look at his desk, it’s our fuzzy little baby-”

The door slams shut again. 

Dear Julius,

I’m from the Castle of Hearts. I've brought you a few clocks to repair on occasion. Sometimes, I even bring them on behalf of other people, so I can see you more often.  I always feel better when I see you.

Don’t worry about being depressed or gloomy! I like that you don’t go places much! I feel so secure knowing that when I visit, there you’ll be. But, I still want to take you places myself, sometime. I bet I could make you like fresh air. 

From here, the handwriting changed:

I know not everyone thinks the way I do. It makes me really sad when I see how most people treat you, and when I hear what people say about you. I wish I could make everyone understand what a kind person you really are deep inside. I can’t yet fully describe how you make me feel, but I do know I love spending time with you. 

This line was crossed out and barely legible:

When I know for sure, I want to tell you. Is it stupid to think you might

And then signed,

-Your secret admirer.

In the first handwriting, again:

PS sometimes when I hand over clocks our hands touch and

(The sentence cuts off, as if someone suddenly grabbed the pen from the writer’s hand.)

[radama-zard]

Dungeons & Drabbles - 2022

Day 27 - Mold

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FCG/Imahara Joe (Modern Human AU)

“Hi! I'm Fresh Cut Grass!”

The mechanic blinked slowly, raising his safety glasses to get a better look at the person before him. They looked to be in their twenties, with silvery dyed hair bound in soft looking locs, all tied up. Wide, round glasses framed bright blue eyes, and a smile as warm as their rich brown skin lit up their face. A bright yellow sweater was worn under bluish gray overalls that cut off as shorts, with mismatched gloves of yellow and blueish gray as well. Beneath was sunshine yellow tights and brown leather lace up boots. They sat in a wheelchair the same color as their sweater, although much of it was covered with bright and color stickers.

All in all, they weren't usually the kind of person Imahara Joe tended to get at his business. Didn't really fit the mold.

Not that he was complaining! It was nice to see a friendly face.

“Imahara Joe,” he responded with an easy smile, offering out his hand to… Fresh Cut Grass. Okay, that would take a little getting used to, but hey, who was he to judge? At least it was a more unique name than Joe.

“Nice to finally meet ya, Joe! Milo always says you're a real pleasure to work with!”

“Oh! You're one of Milo’s housemates then, aren't you? They said they'd be sending someone over today in their stead. Usually it's Ashton or Anni. Do you also go by Letters?”

“Yep! Letters, Grass, FCG, all are good by me! Did Milo talk about me?”

Joe laughed, the sound as good natured as could be.

“Yeah. All good things, don't worry! None of them have a bad word to say about you.”

“Well that's a relief to hear. It's nice to know I'm not a source of frustration or upset! But anyway… Milo’s order? If that's okay, Joe?”

“Oh, yeah, of course. Got it right here! The molds were especially hard to find, but I got them. Tell them they've gotta share what they've made when they're done, I'm dying to know! Milo always makes the most interesting projects…”

“I'm sure Mi would be delighted to share! They're real excited about this one, they’ve been talking about it near non-stop for three days straight! It's always endearing to see them so passionate about the stuff they love.”

Joe watched Fresh Cut Grass’ smile turn soft, and he couldn't help but feel a twinge of envy.

“Milo must feel pretty lucky to have you in their life. Ashton and Anni too. They complain every time they come here, but it's pretty obvious to see how much they love them. You too. If it's not prying, may I ask…?”

“I'm pretty lucky to have all of them in my life too! But sure, ask away!”

“Are you four… dating? Like, um, a poly kind of thing. Sorry if that's too invasive.”

Gods did Joe hate how his cheeks burned as he asked that. Like, come on! He was a full grown man, a 27 year old for fucks sake! Yet here he was, getting all flustered asking if some people were in some kind of unconventional relationship.

Ridiculous of him, huh? Maybe this was why he was still single.

“It's alright, I don't find that question to be too much! While yes, we are in a polyamorous relationship, it's not a romantic one, you see? It's queer platonic! We all love each other deeply, just not like that. I think Ashton is hooking up with Fearne… and Milo and Anni don't want to be with anyone but us at all!”

Huh. To be honest, Joe wasn't sure he'd ever heard of queer platonic before. Not that that made it any less valid, it just meant that was something he'd have to research tonight. Like he'd had to with non binary when he'd first met Milo. They'd opened up Joe’s world to a lot of new things, something he was proud of.

“And what about you? Are you hooking up with anyone?”

… Why had he asked that? Internally Joe groaned, wishing to disappear inside his garage and crawl into the nearest pile of auto parts and never return.

“I don't think I've dated anyone romantically ever. I've had a few people flirt with me but I've never really been interested. Anni thinks Marwa might have a thing for me but I'm not sure. I really should ask her… Why’d you ask?”

“O-Oh, you know, small talk and all… Business stuff.”

Yep. Death would be preferable to this whole conversation right now. Fuck, he hadn't been THIS much of a mess since high school.

“I'm not sure that's good for business, but okay! A word of warning though, people might mistake you for flirting with them and such if you ask them stuff like this.”

“Right- Yeah. You're right.”

“It would probably sting a lot more, considering you’re real attractive and all. People get very put out when they're shut down by attractive folks.”

“Yes, yes, you're ri-” Joe froze, pivoting around from the box he'd been fiddling with to stare Fresh Cut Grass right in the eye. “... Did you just call me attractive?”

“Mhm! I mean, it's an obvious truth. You have a rugged sort of handsomeness to ya. Yet real soft eyes and a warm smile. That's pretty attractive.”

How did they say it like that, as though it were a simple fact and not a massively flirtatious compliment? Was it even flirting? It was impossible to tell with Fresh Cut Grass, they weren't terribly easy to read.

“I- uh, thanks. That's nice of you to say. Can't say I've been told that before. You're pretty good looking yourself…”

Yeah, real smooth, Joe thought.

At least Fresh Cut Grass seemed delighted by it, if the way their eyes lit up was any indication.

“Thank you, that's real kind of you to say! Now, I don't mean to be rude, but the order? Sorry, I'm on a bit of a time crunch. Ashton will be here to pick me up any moment and I don't want to keep them waiting.”

“Right, right! I’ll be back in a minute!”

Joe jankily jogged into his garage, stopping only for a few seconds when he knew he was well and truly out of sight.

Infatuation. It’s been years since he'd last been this way with someone. Yet Joe couldn't deny the giddy joy that came with it, the bubbly delight of a slowly forming crush.

And sure, maybe it was a little foolish of him, and was pretty likely to go nowhere. But it was… nice, to have those kind of feelings reignited, to feel something so new and exciting growing.

Maybe it would even be okay to pursue it? Once he got to know them better, of course, and only if Fresh Cut Grass seemed comfortable with it.

Still, it was nice to be breaking free from his usual mold.

With his feelings a bit better sorted Joe grabbed the box, and with a deep breath to steady himself, went back out to reconvene with his newest little crush.

[glittter-skeleton]

Okay, I’m not a big c!beeduo fan but I’ve always loved the idea of unrequited romantic c!beeduo!!!

There’s Tubbo and he kind of hates love. Not the platonic one for his friends, obviously. But the romantic kind. The one that’s about kisses and holding hands and something with screams and slapping noises he doesn’t want to know about. He’s been told there’s good ones. Phil seems to talk fondly enough of his partner even if he had never seen her. Wilbur and Sally had… something, even if it didn’t last, so the jury is still out on that one. But he has witnessed the shit kind. He couldn’t stand the tough of ending up in a situation like Big Q’s. Quackity always told him it was mutual, that he was using Shlatt too. That they were in this against him, they just have to wait a little longer. But Tubbo didn’t think the bruises were worth it. Or those days Big Q couldn’t get about of bed for a while. They were kinda endearing in the beginning, that was the scary part. It started off nice, which means you never know. If this is what romantic love is, or whatever hot girls Tommy is always on about, Tubbo wants nothing to do with it.

In enderman culture emotions like love are not really explored. In general they’re very closed off and don’t really DO emotions besides anger at outsiders obviously. But then he meets this boy. He’s fun and kind and not at all in his place. Ranboo tries to be there for him, to help him and be together. Eventually all his dreams come true, they get a house together, they adopt a child. It’s all platonic, of course, and so is their marriage but for a while now he has had this feeling in his chest. When they fall asleep together at night, when Ranboo can see his eyes shine. It’s there yet he has no name for it, he has never been taught it.

One day when him and Wilbur are working the ranvan. The older is going off about Quackity again but then he stops, looks to the side and says

“Ranboo, have you ever been in love?”

And Ranboo doesn’t know.

“Sorry, that must be a weird question. I’m… I just think… I am”

Him and Wilbur talk for a while after that. His whole thing with Big Q can’t turn out well, the relationship in question is too shaky, to many broken pieces.

“Why are you asking me this, anyways?”

“Don’t you have, like, the best relationship on the server?”

And Ranboo guesses that he does, in a way. Aside from maybe Phil and Techno. But they’re friends. Till death do them part friends, but still. And Phil has a partner. But him and Tubbo are married, they have a kid, it’s… not the same.

“I guess? Um… this is gonna sound weird… maybe. But… what does it feel like?”

“What?”

“Liking someone? Like… romantically?”

“Aren’t you married?!”

“Platonically”

“Oh”

“Yeah…”

Cuz as complicated as Wilbur’s feelings may be, he knows what they are, at least. He likes Quackity, he wants to kiss him, go on dates, maybe, do all the other stuff he does not want to think about. Wilbur knows what he wants, even if that is a short power hungry duck-hybrid that probably hates him.

And… some of Wilbur’s nervous rambles do hit home. Maybe not the stuff about the presidents famous ass but he does kinda want to kiss Tubbo. And his stomach may not fill with butterflies but maybe some ants… or particles… it’s there.

He thinks about it for a couple of days afterwards and… yeah, he’s in love. And it’s kind of wonderful and beautiful and the coolest thing to ever happen to him. The feeling may be nothing new but the realization is and it’s amazing!

But he can never have it, not with the person he wants most.

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Dating Masterlist

4 times the avengers were oblivous to thorbruce +1 time they weren’t (ao3) - Fridaes bruce/thor G, 6k

Summary: Thor and Bruce have been happily dating for a while now. They don’t outwardly tell the Avengers they are, but they’re so obvious it would be impossible for their friends to miss it.

Unfortunately they always seem to forget they’re surrounded by the biggest and most oblivious idiots in the galaxy.

OR

4 times the Avengers were oblivious to Thorbruce and +1 time they finally weren’t

a case of misinformed identity (ao3) - artificial_ink darcy/pietro E, 21k

Summary: Tony doesn’t like the idea of Pietro dating his daughter but Darcy just hopes the speedster passes her Seven Date Trials.

adventures of a sniper and her boyfriends (ao3) - DarthAbby bucky/kate/steve M/G, 9k

Summary: What, you really thought that Kate Bishop dating Steve Rogers and Bucky Barnes would be uneventful?

a stand up date (ao3) - TheCyborgThatCould clint/phil N/R, 1k

Summary: “It was nine fifteen, and his date was supposed to meet him at eight thirty.”

Or, dating as an Avenger was hard work, but he never thought that Phil would stand him up when they finally got their chance.

baby, i love your way (ao3) - bevioletskies gamora/peter T, 2k

Summary: “So this was your idea of a ‘romantic date night’?”

“I think comin’ back to Knowhere is very romantic,” Peter said defensively. “You don’t think so?”

“Believe me, I much prefer this over an expensive dinner by candlelight,” Gamora replied. “Or an evening boat ride…or a tour through an abandoned palace…or that strange club on Xandar with the dancers and the funny drinks…”

“I thought you had fun when we did that stuff.” Peter frowned. “Gamora - ”

“I did, honestly. Just…I like this more.” She reached over to take his hand, guiding it to rest on her stomach, rising and falling with every steady breath she took.

birds do it (ao3) - HazelDomain, Mumble_Bee bucky/steve/sam M, 3k

Summary: The one where Sam gets dating advice from the birds

call me spider man (ao3) - AlexTheShipper peter/wade, steve/tony T, 7k

Summary: Peter didn’t mean to come out as trans to Deadpool, or to start dating him, and he certainly didn’t expect coming out to be like this. It’s nice though.

date night (ao3) - natashasbanner carol/maria T, 9k

Summary: Carol and Maria have been friends for years and are practically inseparable. It only made sense for Carol to move in with Maria and Monica. And it worked out for awhile.

But when Maria starts dating again, it digs up feelings Carol thought were long buried. She refused to ruin their friendship because of her stupid crush, but will she end up doing it anyway?

fake (date) it til you make it (ao3) - Blizzard_Fire bruce/clint M, 6k

Summary: ‘Hey Doc,’ Clint said one morning, strolling into the lab, ‘Can you date me?’ Bruce frowned up at him. ‘Why?’ ‘To fuck with Tony, mainly.’

Bruce and Clint start fake-dating to mess with the others. But then it becomes a question of how long they can keep this up, and maybe their “dates” aren’t quite so platonic anymore…

fate will play us out (ao3) - steveandbucky steve/bucky E, 30k

Summary: Bucky has landed himself a job with Stark Industries. He doesn’t know yet that the job is actually being the PR manager for the Avengers.

Bucky has also started dating Steve Rogers. He also doesn’t know yet that Steve is Captain America.

Bucky’s life is about to get a whole lot more exciting.

go time! (ao3) - Agent C (arh581958) steve/tony E, 3k

Summary: Tony is the average teenage omega Avenger. He’s smart. He’s handsome. He’s talented. He also happens to be dating the hottest alpha in the whole school. He just received his latest mission: Steve was in rut!

(Or: How to Take Care of an Alpha in Rut - ‘cause too many ABO stories have helpless omegas and Tony isn’t one of them.)

how does it feel to be alive again? (ao3) - freedvmrouge steve/bucky G, 6k

Summary: It’s the dawn of a new century and they’re finally at peace. No wars to fight in and no other place to be. Steve finds Bucky sluggishly wafting through their apartment and decides that they’re due for a date. One where they’re finally free to be themselves, be like every other couple walking the streets of New York.

love run (ao3) - Marvel corner (PinkGold) bucky/steve/tony T, 32k

Summary: In which Steve and Bucky are secretly dating and Tony is the new kid in school.

Pizza Party (ao3) - deathtouchwlw (deathtouch) kate/america G, 735

Summary: anonymous asked: can you write america and kate eating pizza?

the perfect girlfriend (ao3) - TheTruthAboutLove maria/natasha M, 63k

Summary: Maria’s sister is getting married and her parents are trying to set her up with a date for the wedding. Natasha offers to go with her, instead, because what could possibly go wrong while pretending you’re dating the best friend you’re actually in love with? They’re super spies, so they’re exceptionally good at lying. Especially to themselves.

Third Wheel (ao3) - copperbadge bucky/natasha, bucky/steve/natasha T, 1k

Summary: Steve is obsessed with Bucky and Natasha's relationship. Bucky's gonna find Steve his own date if it kills him. Natasha thinks Bucky is perhaps overlooking the obvious.

[rdng1230]

I don’t know if you want a real answer so please feel free to ignore if you don’t. This will in no way contain any buddie bashing, this is just me trying to explain what I like about bucktommy and why I’m willing to focus my attention on their relationship more, at least for the time being.

For me it’s a bunch of things. First off, I really really love buddie and I love their relationship and the family they’ve built together. They have lots of chemistry and a deep bond that I very easily could see becoming an official romantic relationship. Heck, if Buck didn’t have a partner who he genuinely likes, and Eddie wasn’t going off the deep end with the whole Kim thing, I would be actively rooting for them to go for it. Except, they just never have. You can put that down to buck’s rejection dysphoria or Eddie’s trauma and romantic commitment phobia or a whole bunch of external reasons, but despite 5+ years of that relationship, neither of them has made a move to push it forward. It’s not that I think buddie is purely platonic, I DEFINITELY DO NOT, it’s just that I don’t know what at this point would cause one of them to take the romantic leap when like, 4 near death experiences and granting custody of his literal child didn’t cut it, you know?

I do think it is sad that buddie has thus far failed to recognize what is right in front of them. They could have an epic romantic love. And I’m totally not against them having it in the future if for one reason or another tommy and Buck don’t work out and Eddie gets it together with his lingering issues. But I don’t love them so much that I think both of them should close themself off from potential partners who show genuine interest and compatibility with them in the meantime if they’re gonna continue to not make a move. Sometimes that’s life, there’s lots of love but it just never pans out, and you can’t stay stuck in that love that isn’t going anywhere.

I think so much of why I love Buck and Tommy comes down to what Buck wrote in his letter to Abby upon leaving her apartment “I will always love you, but I do know that I am done waiting” for me, Tommy is the guy that isn’t going to make Buck wait any longer. In the same way his residual feelings about Abby didn’t prevent Buck from falling in love with Eddie (and I do think he fell in love with Eddie), buck’s residual feelings for Eddie isn’t stopping him from falling in love with Tommy (maybe they’re not full on in love yet, but that boy is crushing HARD). Anywho, once Buck comes out and says “I wanted your attention” Tommy kisses him nearly instantaneously. (Btw I fully acknowledge opinions vary a lot on the whole “Tommy’s vs. Eddie’s attention thing, even i think it’s a bit of both.)

You’re absolutely right, we haven’t seen a lot of Buck and Tommy together, but they seem to genuinely like each other and show up for each other, can’t stop smiling around one another, and most crucially COMMUNICATE with each other when they get it wrong ( “I wanted to clear the air and say that was never my intention”, “no bad blood just bad behavior”, “I think you’re adorable, I just don’t think you’re ready”, “clearly there’s a lot we don’t know about each other and I would like to change that”, “you already know that I’m interested”, “I know that I’m ready for something and I think that something could be with you”) they’re just so refreshingly OPEN specifically about a desire for a romantic attachment between them, and for me it’s what draws me to them. There’s no jumping into bed like with Taylor, there’s no ethical issue of having rescued her or fear about the danger of buck’s job like there was with Ali. Buck gets so nervous about abandonment and being too much, and here comes Tommy “down to go to a family wedding as a second date, wants to teach this boy how to fly a damn helicopter” Kinard ready to show Buck what being courted really feels like. Even when the dates themselves aren’t necessarily shown, reading between the lines tells me things are good with them. Like Bobby says, I know they’re doing well “because we haven’t had to talk about it”

my mind also returns to the old couple Buck was so impacted by. “You don’t find love like that you make it” it is undeniable that Buck and Eddie love each other and have built a life together, but they haven’t built a romantic commitment with one another whereas Tommy and Buck are building one right now. I think every person has a lot of people they are capable of building a great love with, but that only happens when one of them makes the leap. Buck and Tommy have, Buck and Eddie haven’t. For me I like the construction Buck and Tommy have already started on, more than I am attached to the “maybe someday” potential of Buck and Eddie’s. But that is very much changeable based on future events.

Maybe I wasn’t the right person to respond because I haven’t fully jumped ship on buddie. But I hope this kinda clears up where some of the bucktommy people are coming from. Buck’s relationship with Tommy is just exactly the kind I’ve been wanting for him. Someone solid, open about their intentions, genuinely smitten with him, and doesn’t keep him guessing. That to me is Tommy, and that’s why I really hope those two get a fair shot.

I understand the love for bucktommy in relation to allowing Buck to finally embrace the part of him he hadn’t really known was there. It’s a monumental moment for him.

But I don’t understand the love for them in that so many people seem to regard them as an amazing couple. We’ve barely seen them together. I don’t feel like we really have that much to go on.

This isn’t shaming anyone for that ship, I just find it a little confusing because they’ve been seen together barely more than when Buck was with Ali.

I think I mostly find it confusing when people throw Buddie away in favor of Bucktommy. I just don’t really get it because Buddie has now six seasons of love and build up and being each others family.

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Movie Moment

Remus Lupin x Reader

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Summary: Y/N wants a date for the Halloween Party in order to have a movie moment before graduation. While thinking her crush doesn’t even want her going to the party, things work behind the scenes to ensure the perfect movie moment for her.

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“Lily!” You yell, running down the hall. “Lils!” The redhead turns to face you and raises an eyebrow. You dodge someone as you run past and grab Lily’s arm. She’d been walking with Remus Lupin. A long time crush of yours.

“Can I help you?” Lily asks, smiling. You let out a breath and dramatically take a really deep breath.

“I’ve got news,” you tell her. Lily rolls her eyes and looks at Remus.

“Who needs a newspaper when you’ve got a Y/N to tell you every bit of gossip throughout Hogwarts,” she says. You wave her off.

“Don’t be dramatic… Mary and Marlene help too,” you say. Remus smiles but doesn’t say anything. He looks a bit uncomfortable.

“Okay, what is it?” Lily asks. You clap your hands together and keep walking with the two of them.

“Okay, first of all, Marlene and Dorcas are doing a couple’s costume but still swear they’re strictly platonic. At this point they should at least tell their best friends!”

“Oh, I could’ve told you that one. Everyone saw it coming,” Lily says. You wave her off.

“Okay, whatever. I heard that, and don’t tell anyone I told you this, and fifth year Slytherin is trying to slip Sirius a love potion,” you say. This catches Remus’ attention and Lily raises an eyebrow.

“Who?” You shrug.

“Her name’s Willow. I already told Sirius, but I’m genuinely scared the girl will kill me if she finds out,” you say causing Lily to roll her eyes. “Then there’s some boring stuff. Snape trying to get into the Gryffindor party, Regulus and Pandora are coming, but only as friends. I believe that one, Pandora has her eyes on that blonde Ravenclaw boy. James got asked to go with a seventh year-”

“What? Which one?” Lily asks interrupting you. You raise an eyebrow at her. You were all in sixth year, and for the past six years Lily had been rejecting Potter. You had a feeling she was starting to like him but you knew better than to talk to her about it.

“Samantha, why?” You ask. Lily’s mouth fell open and she paused for a second. You glance at Remus who had a smirk on his face and met your eye for a total of a second before looking away. You frowned a little.

“Samantha? She’s been known to go for boys to young for her! That’s disgusting!” Lily exclaims. You shrug.

“I think he said yes. What I’m stuck on is how did James get a date to the party before I did? Nobody even tolerable has asked me yet and it’s in two days!” You exclaim crossing your arms over your chest. “I’m this close to pulling a Regulus and Pandora and forcing Sirius to go with me,” you say holding up a small space between your fingers.

“You don’t need a date to go,” Remus says, talking for the first time since you joined the group. You look at him and huff dramatically.

“Of course I don’t need one. But I want one. I mean we’re in sixth year! I want to at least have one year where I get to do a couples costume with somebody!” You say. Lily nods in agreement and looks forward, clearly thinking about something. Remus just raises an eyebrow at you and you righ, rolling your eyes. “Maybe it doesn’t matter as much to guys but I want to have my movie moment. Maybe I will just ask Sirius if nobody asks me by tonight,” you say, sighing.

“You’ll go with Sirius if nobody asks you in the next three hours?” Remus says. You raise an eyebrow at him.

“Sure, Sirius and I are both single and we’ve been best friends forever,” you say causing Remus to roll his eyes and scoff. “What?”

“Sirius won’t even try to listen to you. You should know that,” he says.

“What are you talking about?”

“Your costume. It’ll be the Sirius show and you know it.”

“Uh, hello? Aren’t you supposed to be his best friend too? Why would you say that?” You ask. Remus doesn’t say anything and shakes his head. He stops walking and nods forward.

“Go on, Lil, I’ll see you later,” he says. You scoff and keep walking.

Nobody asks by that night. So you sit down next to Sirius in the common rom after dinner. “Hey, Si,” you say. He smiles at you as he looks up from his homework.

“What’s up?”

“Wanna go with me to the party? Y’know since neither of us have dates?” You ask clasping your hands like your pleading. He glances over your shoulder and tenses.

“Uh… I can’t. Y’know I love you, but I sorta told Pete we’d go bachelor style. Right Pete?” He says, looking over at Peter. You look at Peter, confused. Peter looks up with wide eyes, almost alarmed.

“Uh, yeah. Bachelors,” he says. You raise an eyebrow at the two of them. You slouch back on the couch and cross your arms.

“Who am I supposed to go with then?” You ask. Sirius glances around again and shrugs.

“What about Remus?” Peter blurts out. You raise an eyebrow and cross your arms. Sirius glares at Peter like he’s an idiot.

“Yes, because Remus seems so interested in the idea of me going at all. I’m sure he’d love to go with me,” you say sarcastically. Peter looks at Sirius, before looking down again.

“Look, Rem’s just been off today. Give him a break. You know you’d love to go with him,” he says and winks. You roll your eyes and kick your friend.

“Shut up, Black,” you say. He chuckles and shrugs.

“Alright, what are you going as?” You shrug and let your head fall back.

“Mary told be I should be one of those medieval enchantresses that Muggles write about,” you say before smirking at Sirius and Peter. “But hotter. In Mary’s words, not mine.” Peter chuckle and Sirius scoffs.

“That’ll work,” Sirius says. But he doesn’t elaborate further.

Later on, you wake up on the couch in the common room. You’d been reading and had fallen asleep. You felt someone shake your shoulder and jolt.

“Woah, woah, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you,” he says. You look up to see Remus Lupin himself. You push yourself up and rub your eyes.

“It’s fine.”

Remus clears his throat and stands there for a moment before sitting next to you.

“So, did you get your date?” He asks. You glare at him and shake your head.

“No. And Sirius said he and Peter are going together as Bachelors.” You grumble and cross your arms. Remus smiles a little and you roll your eyes.

“Don’t look so smug about it. I’m still going, just not with anyone,” you say. He looks at you, clearly a little confused.

“I wanted you to go either way,” he says. You pause for a second before crossing your arms again.

“You didn’t make that very clear,” you mumble. Remus pauses too. He studies you for a second.

“Peter told me about the conversation you all had earlier.” You scoff and cross your arms.

“Of course.”

“I was curious, so don’t be entirely mad at him,” he says. You raise an eyebrow at him and turn to face him a little more.

“Why do you care whether I have a date or not?” You ask. You’d had a crush on the boy for two years. You knew why you hoped he cared.

“Well… I just was curious. After we talked earlier.”

“Right,” you say, slouching again. He sighs and doesn’t say anything else for a second.

“I don’t want you going to the party with anyone else,” he says, causing your heart to stop. You stare at him for a second and he meets the gaze.

“Why?” He chuckles and shakes his head.

“Seriously?”

“Answer,” you say. He stares at you for a second before clearing his throat.

“I want you to go with me,” he says. Your heart pauses again.

“Then why didn’t you ask me?” You ask.

“We’ve been friends for year, and we were never really close. I didn’t want to make it weird,” he says. You gape at him.

“Remus Lupin, I’ve been waiting for you to ask me out for nearly two years and this is how you tell me you actually wanted to?” Remus’ eyes widen a fraction and he sits up a little.

“Wait, what?” You ignore him and keep talking.

“The amount of times I thought you’d finally do it and that’s it? That’s absolutely ridiculous! Did you not know? Because I’ve been told I was being painfully obvious. I know I was being painfully obvious. You certainly weren’t being obvious otherwise I would’ve asked you out myself! I mean-”

“Y/N! Hold on a second!” You shut your mouth as he grabs your arms. “You wanted me to ask you out?”

“Of course I did! I’ve liked you since that stupid party James and Sirius threw around Christmas fourth year,” you say, growing less confident in your statement as you said it. He stares at you for a second.

“You have?” He asks. You nod a little, biting your tongue to keep your mouth shut. “All of your dorm mates had left for the holidays and I mine were being idiots. We spent the entire time together in the staircase just incase something happened,” he says. Your heart stops again. You didn’t think he remembered the party. You two never spoke about it again.

“You actually remember that?”

“Of course I do. It was the first real time I got to speak to the most gorgeous girl in Gryffindor,” he says. You stare at him. “Y/N?” You press your lips together and raise an eyebrow at him. “Will you go with me to the party on Saturday?” He asks. “I’ll dress up however you want me to,” he adds. You chuckle a little and bite your lip.

“I’d love to,” you finally say when you remember how to speak.

Maybe the party was the classic movie moment but Remus Lupin was already giving you the movie moment feeling just by asking you out.