#it's just shy of 2700 words

[ssongsboo]

im almost finished w my hyungseok bday post [its a lot longer than i expected] n i wondered if ppl actually listened to the songs i add in the title for my posts bc theyre significant!! every time i write i listen to a specific song on repeat to keep myself in the headspace and the vibe? ig LOL

[vividxpages]

✩‧˚౨ৎ˚✩‧ The Great War PART 3₊✩˚౨ৎ˚₊✩‧

PART 1 + PART 2

pairing: Jacaerys Velaryon x fem!Reader

words: 2700

summary: You've made it to Dragonstone, but there still is distrust against you in the air and Jace has had enough of it.

warnings: nightmares, arguments at council

a/n: Thank you for all the love this little story has been getting. 💕 I'll upload all three chapters on my ao3 account too!

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We can plant a memory garden Say a solemn prayer, place a poppy in my hair There's no morning glory, it was war, it wasn't fair And we will never go back

Fire ghosting over your skin. Warm brown eyes looking into yours from across the dinner table. A first shy kiss, exchanged in the safety of a childhood bedroom. Naked feet on cold stone. Hatred racing through your veins as you watched your brothers bully him. Learning what a bastard was. A dagger in too small hands. Blood sullying the floor. Tears Suffocating as the advisors of your family talked about endless marriage arrangements, tucking on your arms like you were a doll about to break in half. Your dragon and his, dancing in the sky. and anger and nothing to be done about it. A sapphire eye watching you closely. Sister…what a delight it’ll be to end you-

You awoke with a strangled gasp, shooting up and gripping your own throat to rip away the cold hand you had just felt there. Nails scraped over your sensitive skin, nothing to hurt except for your sensitive flesh.

The darkness of the bedroom stared back at you, a silent monster in the corner of the room, far away from the few candles that were still burning and dripping on the window sill.

Your own breath was too loud in your ears and quickly, you clamped a hand over your mouth and closed your eyes, trying to silence yourself.

Silky blankets pooled down at your waist and as quietly as you could, you looked over your shoulder at Jace sleeping peacefully next to you. One arm outstretched into the space where you just had laid, he had not awoken from your startling. His mouth was slightly open and his dark curls were a stark contrast to the light pillows his head was resting on.

Earlier tonight, you had been attending dinner before retreating back to his rooms together. You both had sat by the window, sharing a bottle of exquisite wine before falling asleep, inseparable and cuddled together in his big bed.

Perhaps the liquor had been the mistake.

It had been some days since you had arrived at Dragonstone, but so far you had not been able to shake off the memories of King’s Landing and your family. You had tried your best to hide your unease, despite how lucky you felt to finally be by Jacaerys’ side, but the nightmares came for you anyway.

You took a deep breath and touched your healing shoulder; the bandage having been changed by Jace just this morning. You were here and you had nearly paid with your life for it – gratitude should’ve followed you with every step. And still, the wheels in your head kept on spinning.

Jace let out a small huff in his sleep, his hand flexing as if his subconsciousness told him you were not in his embrace anymore. You brushed the sweat away from your brow and forced yourself to lay back once more.

The tension seeped out of your bones as you cuddled closer to Jace, gladly accepting the warmth of his arms around you, his sleeping form hugging you to him like a beloved childhood trinket. His cheek rested on top of your head and you placed your hand on his heart, feeling how calmly it beat underneath your palm.

All you needed was some rest and those nightmares would not come and plague you anymore, you tried to tell yourself. Everything was alright now, Jace and you would be alright.

You tried to believe your own thoughts and drifted off into sleep again, own hand still on Jace’s heart as the other found its way into his hair.

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You should’ve expected that it was a mistake for you to be at council.

The newest wounds of the war were still fresh and you could not deny the resemblance of you and your kin, a girl with light hair but the wrong features and blood walking through the mighty halls of Dragonstone. For Jacaerys, there had been no question whether to bring you along to the council meeting or not.

To him, you had always belonged.

Belonged to his family and to him, without any hesitation.

But this was not shared among some members of the council and so, when you had walked in by Jace’s side, you already had felt the skeptical gazes of the lords in Rhaenyra’s services. When you sat down next to Jace and they knew you were not going to leave again, you knew it was going to be a long day.

Throughout the meeting, it did not get better.

Whenever it was your turn to provide usual information about Aegon or the ones in his service, you could feel the doubting looks of Rhaenyra’s council men on you, questioning your honesty and barely listening. Across the room, Baela gave you a sympathetic smile as you were once again cut off, reminding yourself of your own mother in Aegon’s council.

Unheard and powerless.

Where you had been forced to leave off, Jace often continued the conversation, pointing out various things you had told him in the privacy of his chambers, but when Rhaenyra turned the conversation towards possible methods to block the capitol’s provision system, one of the older Lords finally had enough.

“I believe it is wiser to discuss such matters without the presence of the prince and his…company.” One of the lords interrupted Rhaenyra. “A raven does not take long to reach King’s Landing after all, Your Grace.”

You blinked in surprise.

Beside you, Jace tensed visibly.

“And by all means, what are you referring to with this?” Rhaenyra asked tiredly, rubbing her temple.

“I only mean the best for the purpose of our rightful Queen and I doubt the presence of our newest guest here on Dragonstone benefits such meetings as this one.” The lord smiled slyly. Even Rhaenyra seemed to stunned to give an immediate answer.

You watched as Jace’s hand curled into a fist on the hilt of his sword.

“My lord, I do not intend to ever go back to King’s Landing, nor do I wish to correspond with my brothers.” You formulated your words carefully. It was at least one benefit of your upbringing; you knew how to control your temper while you could almost feel smoke coming from Jace next to you, the dragon in him barely staying under his skin. “I’ve chosen my side in this war. Vhagar and her rider did not chase me across the bay because my brother and I thought of it as an entertaining game.”

“Then why have we not once received a demand of the princess being returned back to the capitol?” He challenged you and you tensed, jaw locked. “I’ve warned the members of this council of such a reckless decision, stating that it is as grievous as an open attack in the field to help one of their spouses, a girl too, escape and yet I was ignored.”

“You had no say in this matter.” Jace cut in, glaring at him from the other side of the table. Your heart fluttered at his stance, the powerful will in his eyes to defend you in front of everyone. But you were not quite done yourself yet.

“You also seem to overestimate my importance in this conflict, my lord.” You regarded him cooly. “If I can be of service for my queen with any knowledge I might have, I will be. But my family does not need me by their side. I could’ve thrown myself out of the highest tower of the Red Keep, it would’ve been just as indifferent for them.”

But you knew the damage was already done.

You wore the colors of your beloved now, the colors of the true Queen and yet they saw Alicent Hightower when they looked at you. Or worse, a vicious vessel of your brother right in their middle, having seduced the eldest son of their queen, to mess with his mind and outplay them. A witch, a whore, a spy.

After your harsh statement, only the crackling of the fireplace could be heard through the hall, your chest aching with how much you had to fight yourself not to show your fury and distress.

“All I’m saying is-“

“I believe we’ve heard enough from you-“ Jace interrupted him curtly.

“that the whispers our sources passed on to us are not to be treated lightly. If they are true and it has been planned to wed Aemond with his sister, the very woman who warms the bed of our young pri-“

“One more word about her and I’ll cut out your tongue and feed it to my dragon.“ Jacaerys exploded, his voice thundering through the council room.

“Jacaerys.” Rhaenyra called for order. She glared sternly at her oldest and the guilt in your stomach only intensified. You were the reason it had escalated like this. “You’re dismissed from council for today. This conflict is already complicated enough, I don’t need arguments in my own rows. And you won’t ever speak about her and or son in this manner. Or I will be the one feeding your tongue to my dragon.”

Embers still burned in Jace’s eyes as he stared down the lord. You stepped to his side, tugging at his sleeve in order to get his attention, but he stayed fixated on the man, the desire to run him through with the sword he carried evident on his face. Had he even heard his mother’s words?

“Jace.” You said quietly. “Let’s go, come on.”

Your beloved did not look at you yet, but you felt the smallest tension drain out of him as you rested one hand on the hilt of his sword. Slowly, as if he was considering it in his mind, he stepped back from the table, turning to look at his mother.

“My queen.” He nodded once and swallowed, voice shaking the tiniest bit. “If this…insult to me and her decides to roam the hallways of our castle after today’s meeting alone, I cannot guarantee your council won’t be missing one of its members tomorrow.”

You could feel his hand shaking in yours as you led him outside, bringing a safe distance between the two of you and the council. It felt like Jace was about to rush back and draw his sword if you let go of him now.

When you reached one of the alcoves by the windows, the breeze from the sea refreshing your mind, you stopped, allowing yourself a moment to lean your head against the wall and take a deep breath. You could hear the waves crashing down on the shore, the faint screech of a dragon in the distance…

Once you were ready to open your eyes again, Jace’s dark ones were already on you.

You looked at each other, content in the silence between you. Not able to help yourself, you gave him a sad smile and crossed your arms in front of your chest. “Well, I suppose this wasn’t a very successful council meeting.” Your voice sounded tired to your own ears.

Jace was not done yet, but you could’ve figured he wasn’t. “He was in the wrong to insult you like this, you are the princess-“

“I’ve done nothing so far to gain their trust except for leaving my home behind.” You pointed out.

“They should trust you simply because I trust you.” Jacaerys argued, shaking his head with a grimace. “Instead, they’re splashing out their poison, undermining me and my mother’s authority for our decision to bring you to us, to safety.”

You sighed, pushing away from the wall and stepping in front of him, cupping his face in your hands. He closed his eyes at your soft touch, exhaling through his nose and shuddering just like Vermax did sometimes. To your relief, he leaned into it after a moment, accepting the small comfort.

“Their words mean nothing to me.” You whispered. “The only thing I’m regretting is giving you such troubles…”

“You could never trouble me.” Jace said in all honesty, taking your hand and kissing your knuckles. After a moment, his gaze darkened again and he added: “And you’re not going to marry Aemond. I will not let that happen. You don’t ever have to go back there and we’ll stay together, alright? I’m going to meet my end before I’ll let any harm come to you.”

You shook your head, not letting him see how much the thought of losing him terrified you. “Their sources are wrong. There have been no plans of marrying me to anyone. Like I said, my family does not see me as this important. They already have one sister as queen.”

“You are important to me.” Jace asserted, his hand a comforting presence on your waist. “You are my princess, always have been.”

You sighed, leaning his head against his shoulder and letting him hold you in the empty hallway. There was nothing more you wanted to do than melt into him, safe and sound in your prince’s embrace. How different things would’ve been for the two of you if there had been no war. Back in King’s Landing the fantasies of what could’ve been kept you awake at night, wondering if Jace and you would’ve been long betrothed now if your mother had never claimed your father had changed his mind on his deathbed.

But none of it mattered now.

The past could not be changed and neither could be your alliances and your love for him. You had chosen and you had done it well.

“I love you.” You murmured and he mirrored your words with a sweet kiss, one finger delicately lifting your chin and hugging your waist. The kiss built you up, made you feel strong and loved and unshed tears sprung into your closed eyes at the tenderness he treated you with.

“I love you too, my princess.”

His princess. You smiled into the crook of his neck, blushing although the unease of the council meeting had not yet left you completely. Jace’s warm breath brushed over your ear and you were sure he was going to stand here with you for hours if it made you feel better.

Your fingers played with his curls and you placed a little kiss on his throat. “Care to take a quick ride?”

“In the sky or our bed?” Jace murmured and you drew back abruptly, a cheeky grin already on his face.

“Are you the same prince who threatened to feed a man’s tongue to Vermax mere minutes ago?” You teased him back, although his question did spark some…creativity in you. “Because I do not recognize him now.”

He chuckled as he took your hand and urgently led you outside, the salty air and the sunshine of the day brushing away the last bad memories of earlier. You could see your dragon and Vermax dance with each other above the grounds of Dragonstone and everything seemed a little brighter now. On the slope, red poppies grew and he bent down to pluck on, delicately placing it into your hair.

You smiled at each other as you held still.

“Let me race you and if you’re lucky, I’ll think about that second option.” You smiled brightly at him, although you knew you could not resist him anyway, not when it had taken so long to be by his side. And Jace brushed your comment aside as he sticked out his tongue, knowing well enough that it did not take much to get you riled up, just as he always desired you, every minute of his day, forever.

All of your problems were not solved.

War was on your doorstep and you knew this was only the beginning of a long fight.

But when you ascended into the sky with Jacaerys on Vermax by your side, you knew you were not standing alone anymore.

You had him and the love you two shared and no war was ever going to be strong enough to change that.

taglist: @alyssa-dayne @littleblackcatinwonderland

[ariaste]

My god, IWTV fandom has some of the worst comments-to-hits ratios on fics I've ever seen. I've got two chapters of this fic I posted, 1600 hits, and 52 comments. In other words, only 3% of readers left a comment, and that's with me being a DAMN good writer. I just looked up the most kudos'd fic in the whole fandom, and this poor fucking writer has ~27,000 hits, ~2700 kudos (10% kudos-to-hits is a normal and expected standard for a Good Fic) but 80 comments. 0.3% of readers left a comment. The second most-kudos'd fic is an outlier with 50 chapters, so we're setting that one aside, but number three has 15k hits and 112 comments, which is 0.7%. wtf wtf wtf. My 3% is considered doing really well? WTF WTF WTF.

(For a control group so that we all have a sense of perspective, let's compare this to my most recent fic in the Nine Worlds fandom, which has ~2800 hits and 237 comments (8.5%), or one of my most popular fics in the Untamed fandom, which has ~63,000 hits and 1082 comments (just shy of 7%).)

Now here's the thing. I'm confident enough in my abilities as a writer to brush this off and go about my day, but not everyone is. A LOT of people out there are writing fics because they want to connect with other fans and share something they love, so posting a fic and getting near-total radio silence can feel really disheartening. If you liked the fic enough to leave kudos, take two extra seconds to comment. It doesn't have to be complicated or long! Even just "Loved this, so fun!" or "Kudos!" or "Thanks for sharing!" is GREAT.

Commenting on fics is part of a healthy fandom ecosystem. Fic authors who get a lot of positive comments are very often encouraged and energized to write more of that thing you like. You are directly contributing to your own happiness by commenting.

And listen, I hear people worrying that it's going to be annoying or bad if they leave impersonal "bland" comments, so let me preempt that: No, it is not annoying. I once had someone leave the same boilerplate comment ("Thanks for writing, I really liked this" or something along those lines) on every chapter of a fic that she binged in one sitting so I saw them all in a row. My reaction was, "Oh yay, I'm so glad she liked it <3 And how kind of her to comment on every chapter!!!"

We have a GREAT show -- IWTV fans Never Stop Winning, right? ...Except when it comes to fic comments. So just consider being the change you wish to see in the world, ok? Two extra seconds of your day to feed and water your local fic authors and to carry that "we never stop winning" and "oh we are SO back" energy through the hiatus until s3. <3

[hotchswifey]

a little bit shy - rafael barba x reader smut

i wrote this like a year ago and never posted it???????? oml i kept thinking it was unfinished but like it’s 2700 words  😭 😭 😭 😭

 anyways i’m not rewriting it or even rereading it so!!! anyways, this is shitty but it’s mine so it’s fine

warnings: shy!reader, smut, vaginal fingering, reader is a virgin (par hand stuff she’s done with rafael), reader owns a bookstore/cafe, written with an age gap in mind (rafael is like ?? 40?? 45??? reader is like 23/24), rafael is a babe and i love him, your honour, also rafael is a brief man and nobody can convince me otherwise, also like the office spoilers ig??? but nothing major, daddy/papi kink, the reader may have a slight humiliation kink (it’s self-projection babes), also the translation is through google so sorry if it is incorrect!

(word count: 2740)

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You sat on the counter of your café, reading one of Stephen King’s books. You had closed up at 19:00 like you did every day (par Sundays where you closed up at 17:00); however, you had stayed behind in your store, deciding that you would leave when the rain cleared up - which, it hadn’t. You looked at the grandfather clock standing up against the wall - quarter past nine. The time had flown by as you were too engrossed in your book to notice the world outside and join the world written on the pages. You sighed as you jumped off the counter, folding the corner of (what was now) your personal copy of Doctor Sleep, realising that the weather would not get better anytime soon. Grabbing your hoodie (while cursing your past self for not bringing a coat to work), you turned off the lights, ensuring the ovens and such were also turned off. You grabbed your keys, preparing for the harsh weather, before stepping outside (albeit reluctantly). The rain hit your face harshly, the wind almost making breathing impossible, as you made your way quickly (or as quick as the wind would let your body move) down the sidewalk. You should have probably just called an Uber as you got to the corner of the street. But, then again, you had money to return to the shop. You halted on the corner, debating it but rejecting the idea. You were already soaking from being outside for a few minutes, so what were another... 20... to your apartment. It took you about ten seconds to go to Rafael’s apartment. You had only been dating for a couple months, but his place was, at most, ten minutes away from your shop, and you were freezing. You rushed down the sidewalk until you got to his building, standing underneath a roof; you quickly texted him with trembling fingers, asking if he could let you in, figuring he wouldn’t hear your voice on the intercom system due to the wind. The door buzzed open within seconds, which you were highly thankful for, and you made your way to the elevator, which you took to the top floor. Rafael answered the door after you knocked, still in his suit (confirming your suspicion that he had not stopped working even now; you were pretty surprised he was even home, as he was usually spending all his free time in his office). His eyes went wide immediately, taking in your wet form. “Hermosa, wha-” he cut himself off (something you didn’t know he was even capable of doing) as he opened the door wider for you to come in. “You’re soaking,” he said as he reached for the zipper of your hoodie. “Really? I hadn’t noticed,” you quipped back as you slapped his hands away, grabbing the zipper to try to pull it down, but you couldn’t quite do it with your trembling hands (which were a dangerously dark red). Rafael grabbed it again, slapping your hands away this time, pulling the zipper down and peeling the fabric off your skin as it stuck to you. “What were you thinking?” he looked down at you sternly, causing you to roll your eyes. “Calm down, I’m fine-” “You’re going to get ill,” he interrupted, taking your phone from you and placing it on the coffee table face down (which seemed to be his way of telling you I’m taking this because you are almost vibrating from how cold you are, not because I’m going to look through your phone, Hermosa). “you need a shower.” “I’m fine!” you argued, and Rafael looked at you with a deadpan look. You stared at each other for about ten seconds before you gave in, mumbling quickly, “Fine.” He walked you towards the bathroom as if you didn’t know where it was and opened the door for you. A quick “thank you” later, and you were peeling off the rest of your clothes before figuring out how to turn on the shower. After about a minute (which felt like an eternity, considering you were feeling hypothermic), you grabbed a towel before heading back out to find Rafael putting your hoodie in a washing basket. “Rafael?” he turned around at that, his eyebrows furrowing - he was cute when he was overly concerned. You suddenly became aware that you were naked and blushed heavily, “How- how do you, um, turn the... shower on?” Once he showed you and left the room, you basked in the water, feeling your previously numb fingers returning to life. You were highly aware of how long you were in the shower, not wanting to waste water or heat or anything. As well as the fact that you couldn’t stop thinking about how you were only one wall away from Rafael - totally naked. You took his (very expensive looking) shampoo and soap, cleaning yourself and your hair, before turning off the shower and leaving. Only then did you realise that you had no clothes - unless you would put on cold, wet ones. You wrapped the same towel around yourself before sheepishly entering the bathroom. Rafael smiled at you from his seat on his couch, his work abandoned on the dining table, his suit jacket on the back of one of the chairs and his tie looser than when he had answered the door, and a glass of scotch in one hand and the tv playing Netflix. “I don’t- um, I- I don’t have any... clothes,” you stuttered, looking down at your feet and fiddling with the towel. “You can borrow one of my shirts,” he said, as if it was the most casual thing ever, like you two always did this. he got up, pausing (in what looked like) the office (which you had convinced him to watch after it came to your knowledge that he had never watched it), and began to pull out a shirt from his drawer in his bedroom, handing it to you, which you thanked him for, still blushing from your current predicament. He went to leave before you spoke again. “I- I don’t have any-” you stopped talking, blushing too much before you could say ‘panties’. “You don’t mind wearing mine, would you? Because, you see, I don’t have any panties,” You blushed at his bluntness but shook your head to say, “No, I don’t mind. When, in actuality, you did mind, but only because the thought made you feel hot. Like everything else had once you had made your way into his apartment. You were naked. And, now, you were going to wear Rafael’s clothes. He left for you to get dressed; you shut the door, making sure it was locked, before you dropped the towel, pulling on his briefs and shirt. His shirt was white, and as you looked in the mirror, you realised that, yes, he could definitely see your nipples through the shirt. You buttoned three buttons before turning around and checking how much of your ass it covered. Thankfully, it fell to your mid-thigh, and even more, it smelt like him. You exited the bedroom, turning to close the door behind you softly to not disturb Rafael’s Netflix. What you didn’t see, with your back turned, was Rafael staring at you (specifically, your ass) and licking his lips. As you turned back around, you saw him sit forward and place his free hand (the one without scotch in it) on his knee - unbeknownst to you, he was trying to hide his growing member. You smiled at him, which he returned, and joined him on the couch, sitting about a foot away. You were right when you thought he was watching the office. He was currently watching Jim fax Dwight messages from future Dwight. You brought your legs up to your chest, sitting back on the couch. I watched as Jan told Michael that the branch was closing. “Would you like a drink, cariño?” he asked, making his way (very quickly, you noticed) behind the couch, as you watched the TV. You looked up at him, smiling, asking him for some coffee. He kissed you on the forehead, causing you to giggle, and then started on your coffee. But you swore as he turned around that he was... hard? Your eyes widened, and your cheeks grew hot as your head flew forward to stare at the TV. A smile grew on your face, and you tried to hide it multiple times, but you just couldn’t; it was... cute. Rafael was unbelievably cute right now - plus, his ears were pink, which made him look... well, adorable. You made sure he couldn’t see your face as you smiled widely, but you realised you were failing when he said; “What’s happening?” “What?” you turned to him, still smiling. “In Scranton,” he said, as though it was the most obvious thing in the world, which it was, but you weren’t focused on the TV. You were focused on what was going on behind the kitchen counter he was standing behind. “Oh, right, there,” you said, although you were sure you sounded teasing, which you must have because Rafael’s eyebrows furrowed. “What’s that supposed to mean, ángel?” he asked, coming back to join you on the couch, handing you the coffee. He sat closer to you than you had previously sat next to him, not that you minded - you wanted to sit on his lap, not next to him, but you’d settle for this. “Nothing,” you smirked as you glanced at him - his trousers were still tight. Your eyes went wide momentarily, but it was enough for Rafael to notice. “What?” “What?” you sipped your coffee, covering your smile as you looked at him. he narrowed his eyes at you before putting his arm around you, bringing you into his chest. He put the coffee on the table for you, looking down at you as you turned your head completely to look him in the eye. “You’re hiding something.” “Am I, counsellor?” You moved your legs over him, and he pulled you onto his lap, causing you to yelp and him to chuckle, burying his face in your neck, nipping and kissing at your skin. Your cheeks began to burn again as your smile and teasing attitude disappeared, replaced with whimpers and gripping onto the hem of your (or, rather, his) shirt. You did notice, however, that you weren’t exactly on his lap but on his legs. Which meant he thought you hadn’t noticed his... situation. “What are you hiding, cariño?” he began to kiss further down, kissing at your collarbone. You reached down to palm at his slacks, the office still playing in the background. You heard his breath hitch, and his head flew up to look you in the eye. “What are you hiding, counsellor?” you grinned at him, blinking through your lashes. His ears burned, as well as his cheeks, and he looked pretty shocked, too. However, he quickly recovered. He smirked at you, gripping your wrist, causing you to pout. His lips found yours, and you whimpered into his mouth, causing him to smirk again. “I’m not hiding a thing, cariño,” he said against your mouth, moving your hand back down to his bulge. He hummed against your mouth as you squeezed him lightly. His hand gripped your thigh, the other resting on your cheek as he deepened the kiss. You whined into his lips, putting your hand, not playing with his bulge, on top of the one on your thigh. “Please, Rafael,” you whimpered. His hand on your thigh began to creep up your leg, coming up to the waistband of your briefs before slipping inside. That was new. Sure, you had done things with Raf before, but he was always very... slow. He just wanted to ensure you were completely comfortable with what was happening, but now? Seeing you in his shirt? His fingers teased your entrance momentarily before he gathered your slick and began rubbing at your clit with steady circles. Your hand immediately gripped his wrist, your fingers not even managing to close around his arm. Your back arched, your tits pressed against him, and pathetic whines fell from your lips. His lips were attacking your neck and collarbone, marking you. “Oh, god,” you whimpered out, his fingers beginning to speed up, his other arm wrapped around your waist to keep you against him. Your fingers, the ones not around his arm, gripped his waistcoat. His rubbing sent impulses up and down your body, your vocal cords working on their own accord and your limbs twitching. “Please, oh, god,” his fingers and mouth were the only things you could focus on, and the rest of the world fell away. You were becoming incoherent with your words, that much you were aware of, as you mumbled out, ‘please’s and ‘fuck’s. You were pretty amazed you had stayed coherent for that long, considering that you were usually a mumbling mess of a woman who couldn’t make eye contact or stop blushing when he touched any part of your skin. You brought his face up from your neck, wanting to kiss his scotch-flavoured lips. The passionate kiss did not stop you from whimpering against him or prevent you from moving his hand away from your clit and towards your entrance. "estás tan necesitado, ¿no es así, cariño?" his tone was teasing, though you had no idea what he was saying. You moaned as his fingers edged around your entrance, and you dropped your head into his neck to hide the growing blush, your eyes fluttering shut. Your hips bucked as best they could in the position you were in. You whined when he took his fingers away from you; however, after he had moved you onto his lap (and, therefore, on top of his hard-on), his fingers continued their previous actions. He sunk one finger into your heat, causing your hold on his vest to tighten and your other to clench as you lifted it, trying to decide what to do. Your legs fell wider as Rafael curled his fingers into your sweet spot (and, of course, he knew exactly where that was, despite only having done this a couple of times). “Please, Rafael,” your voice was heavily muffled by the fact that you were pressing your face against his neck. Still, he must have heard you because he added another finger into you, rubbing against your sweet spot with two fingers whilst his palm ground against your clit. “please, papi,” you mumbled out, causing Rafael to stutter in his pleasing ministrations and his cock to twitch. You immediately seized up, your eyes flying open against his neck. However, Rafael’s fingers continued without hesitation, his other hand moving to your ass and squeezing it, pulling you more towards him. He hummed against the side of your head. “Papi, cariño?” your cheeks flushed, the embarrassment of the situation catching up on you. Your hold on his vest tightened, and you were sure you were seconds away from tearing it. You whimpered against his skin, the humiliation only contributing to your impending orgasm. Rafael smirked down at you, loving how you looked, squirming and whimpering on his lap. he loved that you were shy. You were adorable when you were blushing and stumbling over your words whilst you looked everywhere but him. When you called him Papa? he almost groaned aloud. He could feel you pulsing around his fingers, your legs spasming and back arching. Taking his hand away from your ass (and slightly lifting one of his legs to not make you fall), he unbuttoned your shirt, kneading one of your breasts. Your whimpers turned into moans, gradually increasing in volume and frequency. “That’s it, Hermosa, cum on papi’s fingers."

[moonylvs]

Hi Gracie! I have a quite specific request, so of course, whether you accept it or not is up to you 💖

I would love to see a romantic Sirius x fem!Reader where she is of the alternative kind - short hair in unnatural colours, school uniform skirts enchanted to be cargo pants, heavy boots (can you tell I kin Tonks?). However, behaviour-wise, she's more like Remus - quiet, smart, but heavily intolerant of people's prejudices and not shy to defend those who need it.

As for a scenario - I'm a sucker for hurt/comfort. Maybe she finds Sirius as he sits somewhere alone, quiet, but deep in thoughts. It's after another letter from home or a bad interaction with Regulus. They just talk about life and end up realising how much they care for each other. Throw in a comfy hug if you feel like it fits.

To be honest, the only thing I'm banking on here is seeing this kind of Reader being a shoulder to lean on for Sirius.

All in all, this is not a request per se, but a proposition! If it doesn't spark your interest - feel free to ignore.

Take care of yourself!!! You're wonderful, especially for allowing us to ask for use of your skills in the first place 💘

I am totally obsessed with your request, thank you thank you thank you, I really hope this met your expectations, read the end to tell you more!

⋆˙⟡ Sailor Song

Summary: Sirius spent his entire life blocking his emotions so as not to worry others, but one day he finally finds the comfort he was looking for.

Pairing: Sirius Black x fem!reader

Words: 2700

ⓘ Warnings: Mentions of dissociation, anxiety, Sirius' childhood, hurt/comfort, crying, feelings of guilt and self-hatred, no proofread, English isn't my first language srry! (I feel like I didn't do this request justice but I just didn't know what else to do, sorry if it's not good enough)

Sirius most days wished his life was different, wished too many things were different, he wanted to believe what everyone said, that you had to focus on the positive and everything would get better.

But Sirius was exhausted.

He had tried everything but when happiness seemed to come into his life, something seemed to ruin it, sometimes he felt guilty and ungrateful, he had good things in his life, he had James, his best friend, he had a great group of friends and above all, he had a girlfriend who was absolutely wonderful, you.

You were the one thing Sirius wouldn't change about his life, but sometimes he wished he could change himself for you, so that you would think him as perfect and never want to leave his side, so that you wouldn't abandon him like the rest.

Sirius could still vividly remember the first time he saw you, when you walked into the great hall and your colorful hair caught his attention, but it wasn't your hair that really made his heart pound, it was your smile, the one that seemed to light up the place instantly.

Sirius spent a good 10 minutes watching you, admiring your hair that was shorter than the rest of the girls and had an extravagant color, then he looked at your black jacket, which had something embossed on the back, it looked like drawings in colorful colors, he wondered if you had embroidered it.

Sirius' extroverted and flirty personality seemed to fade when he was with you, he became a stuttering mess and his cheeks turned flushed red, James couldn't help but laugh at the sight of him, acting so stupid in front of you.

It wasn't long before Sirius became close to you, starting to spend more time with you and soon asking you out on a date, which you accepted without hesitation.

Sirius loved you like no one else in his life, you were everything he had been seeking, he didn't need anything else in his life, or so he wanted to think.

But in the end, as it was dawn at Hogwarts, thoughts invaded him and he felt that nothing he had was enough, he wanted to be happy, he wanted it and longed for it like nothing else, but he never got to have it.

Sirius had been on the verge of becoming happy so many times, but in the end it was always taken away from him, and it hurt him to the bone.

Sirius hated the anxiety that invaded him in the dawn, the fear that everyone he loved would move away, he didn't want to lose you, he couldn't stand it, he just wanted to be happy, for once in his life.

But even in those early mornings he couldn't make the pain go away, he couldn't get rid of the anxiety that invaded him, he couldn't even cry to get it off his chest and he hated it.

Sirius couldn't remember the last time he cried, it must have been when he was a child and ended up with a red mark on his cheek thanks to his dear mother.

Since that day he never cried, he just couldn't anymore, even if he wanted to, even if he wanted to vent, he just couldn't anymore, his brain was completely blocked.

So when Sirius felt that immense pain in his chest and that pain that would make anyone cry, his brain simply shut down.

His face would become empty and suddenly he felt nothing, the pain was still there, but it's as if he couldn't do anything about it, he couldn't get it out, he couldn't even express it, let alone push it away.

Time stopped for him and in the blink of an eye hours had passed, hours where he had been on automatic without noticing it, hours he didn't even remember.

You had seen him a dozen times, many didn't even notice, to everyone he was still Sirius, he talked, moved, acted “normal”, but you knew he wasn't right, something in his eyes was off.

You had tried to talk to him, but you never got anywhere, he said that nothing was wrong, that it had been happening to him since he was a child and that he didn't know how to stop it, that you didn't have to worry.

But his explanations didn't make your heart hurt any less, seeing him move away from reality, blocking himself, it was painful, even more the fact that nobody noticed it, they didn't even notice that Sirius forgot things he had done or acted distant.

That day was no different, Sirius had had a miserable day, his heart ached hard in his chest.

After breakfast he had bumped into Regulus, for a while now he had been trying to strike up a conversation with him, but Regulus was completely closed to this, Sirius knew it was his fault, he had walked away, he had run away from home and left Regulus behind, but back then he was a kid, an idiot kid just looking to survive.

Every day he regretted not having been able to get Regulus out of that place, and every day Regulus took it upon himself to remind him of that.

Sirius tried to have a conversation with him, they both needed it, but it didn't go well at all.

“You've never cared about anything but yourself, all you do is ruin everything” Regulus said sharply before disappearing down the corridors.

At that precise instant Sirius' brain shut down, pushing all those painful emotions to the back of his mind, but this time it was different, that pain in his chest wasn't diminishing, it was increasing, growing more and more.

Sirius knew he had to go to class, James was waiting for him, but his feet wouldn't move, he couldn't, he was trapped, trapped in his own mind.

A few minutes earlier you had seen Sirius leave behind Regulus, you knew it wouldn't end well, but you also knew that Sirius didn't like people meddling in his family matters, but when you saw Regulus enter the classroom with no sign of Sirius, you knew something was wrong.

James said that Sirius had probably just gone for a smoke or skipped a class as usual, but something inside you stirred, a feeling. you knew something was wrong.

You tried not to care, you were about to enter class, but you just couldn't, you turned around ignoring the call of your friends, you needed to find Sirius.

After wandering around the castle for a while you finally found him, he was in a lonely corridor, sitting on the floor, staring at nothing.

Immediately you recognized that something was wrong, the glow in his eyes was off, you could tell instantly.

Without thinking you walked up to him, making your presence known so as not to scare him, but he didn't even move, his eyes were fixed on nothing, his arms were tightly wrapped around his legs, his hands had white knuckles from the strength with which he was holding the fabric of his pants.

You felt your chest tighten when you saw him like that, it was worse than you had ever seen.

In a moment you were already sitting next to him, you carefully took one of your hands to his, making him release his clothes and hold your hand, he interlaced his fingers instantly, holding your hand tightly, as if you were going to disappear under his touch.

“I'm here, you're fine, I got you” You said sweetly, giving caresses with your thumb on his hand, Sirius' gaze was still fixed on nothing, anyone would say he couldn't even hear you, but you knew he was still there, locked in his own mind.

You held his hand tightly, reassuring him, your cheek resting on his shoulder, waiting for him to calm down, you knew it wasn't a good idea to push him, the only thing you would do would be to make him collapse.

After a few minutes in silence, Sirius' hand seemed to relax on yours, for a moment he seemed to come back to reality.

“There's something wrong with me” Sirius said in barely a whisper, it wasn't a question, he was stating it, that something was wrong with him.

You immediately denied, giving his hand a light squeeze, trying to comfort him.

“There is nothing wrong with you, Sirius, there never has been, you know that” You said softly, lifting yourself from his shoulder so you could look at him, his gaze went to yours, analyzing your face, but in your eyes there was nothing but honesty.

“I know something is wrong with me, I feel it, inside me, it burns…” Sirius said, staring at you “I always end up ruining things, I hurt those around me, something is wrong with me and I don't know how to make it go away.”

Your chest tightened at the sight of his face, there were no tears but the pain was reflected in his eyes, your hand instinctively went to his cheek, holding it gently.

“There's nothing wrong with you, Sirius” You repeated again. “Regulus told you that?” you asked delicately, you didn't want to push him too far, all you got was a nod, Sirius was silent for a moment, holding your hand before he spoke.

“H-He said I don't care about anyone but me…that I always end up ruining everything” Sirius said in barely a whisper, feeling a knot form in his throat, the pain in his chest still growing.

“He's just annoyed, Sirius, he's hurt, he didn't mean it, you don't ruin things, you care about others more than anyone else, you've tried to fix things with Regulus despite everything, you always think about others before yourself, that shows what kind of person you are…. And even sometimes it's good that you think about yourself, you deserve to choose you sometimes” You said softly, feeling your chest hurt when you saw Sirius' face, you didn't understand how his own family could be so cruel to him, he was just a boy when everything happened, his whole childhood made him the man he is now, he just did what he needed to do to survive.

“I've seen you Sirius, when something hurts you you just block yourself from reality, it's like it's not you… You do it because you don't want others to worry about you, don't you?” you asked gently, to which Sirius nodded slightly, a little confused, you had had this conversation before so he didn't quite understand why you were bringing it up now, but you had a point to prove.

“I-I've been doing it since I was little, I didn't want my mother to be mad at me, she hated it when I cried...If I cried Reg cried too and she got mad at both of us…I always ended up making others upset or worried, like now, I d-don't—" Sirius's voice broke off, a lump formed in his throat, he didn't even know how to express himself, he didn't want to hurt, not the people he loved.

“Sirius, If you didn't care about anyone but yourself you wouldn't do that, you wouldn't block out your feelings so as not to worry others…you can cry, you can get angry, you can feel hurt by others, you don't always have to be strong.” You said quietly, for a moment you saw Sirius' eyes glaze over, though he immediately wiped away the tears, shaking his head.

“N-No, no, I have to be strong, for you, for everyone, I don't want you to have to deal with me and my…. pain.” Sirius said in barely a whisper, as if the very act of saying it would hurt him.

“Sirius, you've been through too much being so young, you have a right to feel bad, you don't have to suppress your pain, not when you have me, James, Remus, you have people who care about you, people who care about how you feel, none of them are going to get upset because you cry or because you need space, you are a person, Sirius” You said, holding sirius' cheek and stroking it gently.

“I know you want to be the best friend, boyfriend or brother, but you're not just that, you are a person and sometimes people do or say cruel things and you have a right to feel bad about it, you don't have to pretend that nothing is wrong.” You explained, feeling your own chest tighten, it was hard to keep your voice steady when you felt a whirlwind of emotions invade you.

At that moment you could see Sirius' eyes crystallize, for the first time a tear rolled down his cheek “I love you Sirius, I love how outgoing and attentive you are, I love all the energy you have, I love when you smile and your eyes light up, but I also still love you when you're sad, when you need to vent or when you need space, not for a second do I stop loving you”.

At that moment Sirius' tears began to flow without stopping, it was as if you had broken that invisible barrier that stopped him, that barrier that separated the two of you.

Sirius had spent his whole life wishing things were different, he changed himself, blocking his feelings, thinking that this way he would be loved, his mother had told him that no one wanted a crybaby, girls wanted someone strong and to hold on to.

But now Sirius knew better, that he could break down sometimes and you would be there for him when he was well again, he now understood that people could sometimes be cruel and he was not to blame, that he could feel hurt, that his feelings did not make him dramatic or weak as his mother had said.

When the pain invaded him he didn't stop being him, he was still Sirius, you were still there, people didn't move away, the world didn't stop, his pain didn't make him stop being Sirius, his pain didn't make him less lovable.

In a moment Sirius was in your arms, his tears soaking through your shirt, all those emotions he had been holding in for years were now coming out, and it felt… good.

Sirius felt himself crumbling, pain consuming him, but this time you were holding him, this time the voices of his family were fading in his head, this time, at last, he didn't have to pretend to be strong, not when he felt his pain drowning him out.

“I promise you'll be fine” You said softly, letting sirius hold you tightly.

You knew Sirius needed those words, at some point you needed them too.

Sirius hugged you as if he never wanted to leave, it was the truth, he didn't want anyone else, he wanted you.

Sirius wanted you, the girl who caught his attention in the first instant, with that colorful hair and those huge boots that Sirius wanted to steal from you, that girl who was sweet and kind and who always had something to say, that girl who understood him perfectly, you.

“I love you, I love you so fucking much” Sirius said in a whisper, hugging tightly, his words were genuine, totally.

You couldn't hide the small smile that appeared on your face, even with the simplest words you could feel Sirius' love.

Sirius kept sobbing into your chest, but this time the pain didn't overwhelm him, it felt good to let go of all those things he had been holding on to.

“Thank you” Sirius murmured quietly, after a while in silence. “For being here, despite everything.”

“You'll always have me by your side, I want to be with you when you laugh and when you make your stupid pranks, but I'll also be with you when you need to vent or when you just want a hug.” You murmured softly, holding sirius in your arms, stroking his hair sweetly.

Sirius swore he could melt under your arms, how come you always had the right words?

Sirius hugged you tightly, sinking his face into your hair, smelling your perfume, which he adored, enjoying the warmth your body emanated.

You held Sirius tightly, you wanted to show him what true love was, he deserved the safety and comfort he craved so much.

He deserved to be loved as much as you did.

I can't explain how much I suffered writing this story, the ideas didn't come out the way I wanted, I rewrote everything again and I'm still not 100% convinced, but I didn't want to keep waiting any longer and I didn't think I could write anything better, and I was already somewhat frustrated by not getting anything out, I hope you liked it and if you have any constructive criticism it is appreciated, I'm sorry if this isn't very good, xoxo

[obese4haechan]

The After Party.

pairings: fratboy!haechan x shy!reader

genre: smut a bit of fluff <3

warnings: reader smokes weed and drinks alcohol with haechan, protected sex! haechan and the reader are basically both switches.

wc: 2800-2700 ish

note: THE NEW AYO TEASER PHOTOS literally sparked an idea in my brain. FRAT LMFAO. some songs i'd recommend while reading are Her way by PartyNextDoor, Wine Pon You Doja Cat, and Slow Down Bobby V. i hope u enjoy it! 🫶🏽

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You were so damn sick of studying, college genuinely was not what you were expecting growing up but you learned to adjust to the environment. Constant all nighters, having no money, horrible teachers, and the drug deals around campus. Not to mention the cliques, you thought cliques would be left alone in high school but god it's almost as if it had gotten worse. One of the worst being the frats, you couldn't put into words how much you hated all 9 of those boys. They were just so icky and annoying though you've never gotten to know them, you figured distance was best. Half of the girls around campus had already been knocked up or at least in some sort of relationship with one of them, you'd often hear gossip about the boys in the bathroom from girls who couldn't notice your presence. And of course even your roommate's (which were your best friends) were so damn obsessed with them, "Cmon y/n, you gotta find at least one of em cute?" your best friend Imani groaned. Imani was on the cheer team not necessarily apart of any clique's just very known, so obviously she'd spoken to the boys before. "Shit if she doesn't I do." the other girl laughed, "Well I mean.. HOW I COULD I NOT.. it's just they're so corny.." you stuttered as the girls smirked at you. "What?" you said confused. "You definitely are feeling one of them." Imani snickered, "So who?" You couldn't think of his name off the top of your head, "You know... the one with the moles and babyface." you asked. "OH MY GOD Y/N." Imani snorted, "What?" you yelled smiling. both girls fell over on the loveseat stomachs hurting from laughter, Imani gained her strength and sat up "You like Donghyuck."

Donghyuck. his name was Donghyuck, during class you honestly couldn't get your mind off of him. "I mean i've never heard any girls talking about how good his sex was" you thought to yourself. He really was cute, every time you saw him he was either smiling, cracking jokes, or keeping to himself. "Y/n? answer for number seven?" you had snapped out of your daydream, "W-w Huh?" your professor glared at you, you could've sworn this man hated you or could just tell when you were most vulnerable. You had a high C in his class but he honestly sucked at teaching and you'd never blame yourself over a shitty teacher. "I said could you give me the answer to number seven." you immediately sat up staring at the projector screen "Uhm.." you knitted your eyebrows and squinted your eyes "x/4 sir." you heard a voice behind you speak "Thank you young man looks like y/n's mind is a bit scrambled." your professor joked, you didn't laugh at all in fact it was humiliating.

The bell rung and you nearly sprinted out of class "Hey!" someone screamed, the school was so damn loud you didn't even think about anyone calling for you. There were definitely FAST footsteps behind you so you instinctively turned around and you were met with the Donghyuck that was in your head all period. "How didn't I know he was in my class? I mean there are at least over one hundred students but." you thought, "Oh uhm.. I just wanna say thank you for that back there." He was thanking you? "Why?" you asked. "I mean number seven was the only one I had even tried to do and he's been on my case this entire unit, you saved my ass more than you know to be honest." he smiled keeping the strongest eye contact, you were trying so hard to keep calm, not get flustered, don't smile. "Oh it's okay really thank yo-" a group of eight boys came marching up behind the boy, he turned around was and then back to you "You can call me Hyuck." he smiled. "Haechan's finally getting game it looks like?" one of the tall boys said, "Haechan? who's Haechan?" you asked. "Well Haechan is the one you were just talking to pretty, and i'm Yuta." you flinched at the nickname, "Well yeah that's so awesome i'll get going!" you said ironically, trying to get away any moment you could before Imani caught you talking to the men you despised. "W-wait." Haechan stuttered following you, you turned around "Do you think you could come to our house party tonight?" he asked. You honestly thought about it, drinks, fun music and maybe weed. You honestly needed a distraction and a house party sounded good. "Before you give me an excuse there's no homework until next week even if there is lemme do it for you, cmon love." Haechan stuck his hands into his pockets tilting his head to the side. God he was doing things to you, "Well I guess so i'd have to ask my friend.. if you don't mind her coming." you held eye contact with him as long as you could, "Deal." he smirked, "Don't worry about the address I promise you'll know where it is." Haechan said walking backwards with his hands still in those stupid pockets, he still was just so corny.

"So you're telling me he invited you to a party?" Imani shouted outside of the dorm, "God yes shout a little louder.." you groaned "Sorry... but ARE YOU GOING?" she screamed once inside the dorm. "Yes... I am, I asked if i could bring you as well and he said yeah." you said slipping out of your Ugg boots "Girl we literally have to get ready right now." Imani ran to her side of the room, "Whyyyyy.. I'm so tired." you said as you jumped onto the bed. "Get your tired ass up y/n I literally need to be intoxicated." Imani grabbed something skimpy out of her closet. "So you're gonna go looking like that and all you wanna do is drink or smoke?" you laughed as you got up. Imani always knew how to dress and do her makeup well for the occasion, she was kinda god sent. "I meannnnn that one named Johnny really is cute, i've spoken to him a couple times i'd say we're associates he's a sweetheart." Imani blushed, "Oh please don't break a sweat we have to get dressed." you rolled your eyes. "Y/n bitch DONT."

You and imani had took an Uber to the house it wasn't very packed just yet, a few cars and music already jumping. You two walked inside arm to arm, there they were. All of the boys were on the couch "Imaniii!" Johny yelled at as he got up to hug her. "Associates my ass." you thought, and then you saw him sat on the couch legs spread hand placed on his thigh which was covered by his white jeans he was deep into his phone until more guests came and he looked up to catch you staring at him. "Heyyy!! it's the pretty girl from my chem class, c'mere." Haechan said patting against the spot beside him, you walked over and sat down you were both so close as you sat next to the arm of the couch. "Hi." you spoke a bit quietly intimidated with how close you two were, "You comfortable?" Haechan asked putting his phone down and giving you undivided attention. "Mhm.. my name's Y/n by the way." you smiled to him, "Oh I know." Haechan smirked. "How? I never even told you." you questioned, "I have my ways." he cockily said. "Mhm sure." you laughed, "Do you want something to drink?" Haechan asked as he sat up "Yeah yeah anything with alcohol please." you smiled looking up into his eyes "You're so cute." he said before walking away. You will admit that you had butterflies definitely he looked so damn good nevertheless he smells amazing as well. You looked around for Imani when you saw she was already touching all over Johnny, "Shes about to have sex within the first hour.. shes not even drunk yet." you thought to yourself giggling out loud. Haechan came back with your drinks before he sipped his you asked to take his instead, naturally he didn't hesitate. "Already wanting to drink my things we aren't even together yet." he teased "Yours just looks better." you teased back. Maybe this was flirting I mean anything he did had an effect on you, when he looked deep into your eyes it made you feel so good you wanted to always feel like that.

The alcohol had begun to kick in you asked Haechan if any of the boys had weed and if he smoked, he answered yes to both. Imani had completely disappeared with Johnny you assumed she was probably fucking him by now or took off somewhere, but you knew to text her. After Haechan got some you asked if you two could smoke upstairs away from the noise, he agreed. You both walked into a bedroom as Haechan closed the door behind you two, He began to roll up. "You ready y/n?" he sat beside you taking out a lighter, you nodded your head as Haechan took the first drag. He coughed and cursed after inhaling the drug he was so adorable, he gave you the joint as you began to smoke it as well. "Hm, no coughing you must be a pro?" Haechan teased "No no no.. not at all, just really needed this thank you." you giggled as you hiccuped "You know when you couldn't answer that question in class.. I was so relieved." he said taking a long slow hit. "Hmm why?" you asked in confusion, he scooted so close the both of your legs were touching "I'd been wanting you for the longest time." he calmly said handing you the blunt "What?" you coughed, the first time you coughed ever since you two had been in this room Haechan laughed at that. "What do you mean what? I said what I said." You were so close you could see the pores in his skin, "I- i just wasn't expecting that out of you, you seem like the innocent one out of all your friends.." you teased "Innocent? I haven't even done anything to you yet." he inched a bit closer to you. "Yet, you think im that easy Donghyuck?" you whispered taking another hit, "Easy? no. Attracted to me? yes." he whispered back. Haechan took the blunt out of your hand staring at you, the tension was enough to make you go absolutely insane.

"If you're not so easy let me shotgun you." He said with knitted brows, you honestly started to blush you've never been shotgunned before whenever you smoked it was with your best friends. "Are you too scared?" he asked, "Of course not.." you quickly said. "Alright love." he said as he took a long hit, then flicking the blunt out of his hand he grabbed your face and put his lips onto yours. He was holding his breath for so long he began to moan into your mouth. Smoke going down your throat and out of your nose, Your hands began to travel lower down his body. You didn't even stop kissing him until he pulled his shirt off, his skin was so warm and soft. He moaned and whined into your mouth as you moved against his crotch. "Something told me you'd be a tease." he whined, you put your mouth against his neck kissing and sucking onto the skin the way he jerked up you assumed it was a sensitive spot of his. You sucked on his neck leaving marks as you dry humped his crotch, once you sucked his neck leaving wet spot's you'd blow cold air onto it. "Fuck Y/n.. I really can't take this" Haechan said, "What do you mea-" he cut you off as you were about to tease him more. Haechan took you in his mouth, tongues meeting each other the distinct taste of alcohol and weed made you go ballistic. He made sure to keep your tongue in one spot with his teeth leaving you confused as he began to suck your tongue hard and sloppy, that earned a whimper out of you. Haechan let go of your tongue with a loud pop noise, lifting your skirt as you sat straddling him. "I really want you to sit on my face right now Y/n." he said staring into your eyes, you couldn't hold eye contact when he was speaking like that "O-oh okay.." you stuttered. Face sitting something else you've never done you thought it's pretty self explanatory, "Can I take your panties off?" Haechan asked. "Yes.. of course." you sat on his bare chest as he reassured you about all of your worries. "You ready now, love?" he said rubbing circles into your thighs, "Mhm." you began to pull yourself up to his face. "Baby I said sit on it not sit over it." Haechan said causing you to look down, "I'm sorry!.. but are you sure I won't like suffocate you?" you asked. "Yes! now sit down." he laughed, you sat down like he asked and immediately began to moan.

Haechan was licking over your clit before just sucking it, then dragging his tongue across your cunt. You grabbed his black hair starting to guide yourself, Haechan smirked at this hoping you felt more comfortable. "Mm- god! Donghyuck it feels too good." you weren't getting that much of a response so you began to lift yourself a bit more, until Haechan slammed you back down "So pretty and warm." he moaned muffled against your pussy. The amount things you were feeling at once was pure ecstasy, the butterflies, the alcohol, marijuana and the boy between your legs. You slowly rode his face constantly whining and shaking, strangely still holding eye contact with Haechan. God he was so hard he felt like he would just bust out of his pants any moment, you were getter closer you could feel it so could Haechan. "Come on, baby" he moaned as your pace quickened, "F-fuck donghyuck I'm really close." you whined it felt too good. "Then let go for me pretty." you couldn't hold anything in after that cumming on his face with a slight scream then moving to lay on the side of him, "I love how you sound when you cum." he said rubbing circles into your back. "It's your turn Donghyuck." you said jumping on top of him "Do you have a condom?" you asked him, "In my back pocket yeah." Haechan pulls it out and pulls his pants down. The tip was a quite red and there was precum dripping out of it his dick had somewhat of a curve in it, you had gotten ten times hornier. You grabbed his cock and began to sink on to it making his nails dig into your sides, "Fuck baby, so tight." he whined. Your head was thrown into the crook on his neck, the curve of his cock hit every angle just right. You began to slowly move "Mm.. so full Donghyuck." you said kissing at his neck, you were going at a torturing pace for him. "Babygirl I can't do this slow." Haechan said grabbing your hips as he started to ram into you. "F-..Fuck!" you yelped, completely unable to speak it felt way too good Haechan was so big the stretch was burning. "Oh just take it I know you can take this dick." he moaned shoving a finger into your mouth. You kept clenching, he knew you were close. "Just look at you, fuck." he groaned slapping your ass making you squeal. "Y/n, show me your face." he demanded, "W-Why?" you questioned he was talking to you while he was still fucking into you. "I wanna see that pretty face when you make me cum." That honestly did it, you squeezed so tight around Haechan whimpering his name as he came inside the condom moaning your name. You both sat there panting the silence was comfortable Haechan's heart was beating extremely fast, his little breaths were as cute as ever. "Y'know you're the only one that calls me Donghyuck and it doesn't piss me off." he says looking into your eyes and giving you a gentle kiss, "Are you thirsty? hungry? bathroom? cuddle? or.. we can forget this never happened whatever makes you most comfortable Y/n your benefit matters most to me because we....." you had honesty zoned out, Haechan was adorable. You pulled him in with a kiss "Oh shut up I'd love to keep our relationship going After The Party."

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TOCK // 2.2 - shout at the devil

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

SEQUEL TO TICK

Masterlist: for this Eddie Munson series

Rating: mature (angst, language, some sexual content)

Word Count: 2700

A/N: a long, juicy, throbbing one for ya'll because i know it's been a bit. i started a new job! thank you everyone for reading and for the beautiful patience <3

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He's the wolf screaming lonely in the night He's the blood stain on the stage He's the tear in your eyes, been tempted by his lie He's the knife in your back, he's rage

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May 25, 1985 - memorial day weekend

After escaping Hopper's bizarre scrutiny, you continued to walk, making your way out of the main square of downtown Hawkins.

You kept your eyes off your sneakers as you marched on - they were well-worn and comfortable. But they were dirty. Your once alabaster shoes were now scuffed and frayed. The shoelace on the left foot was barely hanging by a pathetic thread.

With everything else going on in your mind, it was easy to simply not look down at them. A part of you still couldn't help but be amused by it, though, knowing that only a year ago you would have died at the sight of these shoes.

You lit another cigarette and giggled to yourself. It was a gentle, happy sound on the empty street.

Several minutes later, the silence was beginning to be broken by the echoes of children laughing and playing nearby. The buzz of the power lines overhead rang in your ears, but you could still hear the water splashing. The diving board rattled every so often.

Hawkins Community Pool.

How did you not think of it before? It would be the perfect place for you to apply for a job. Sunshine, distractions, and not too far away from the motel until you could get a car.

The parking lot of the pool came into view, filled up with families taking their kids for Memorial Day weekend. You entered the main building, making eye contact with a smiling brunette at the front desk.

"Hi! How may I help you? Would you like to sign up for a pool pass?"

You didn't mean to flinch at the cheerful, high pitched voice. She looked very young - too young to recognize you from high school.

Quickly gathering yourself once you noticed the worried look on the girl's face, you gave her a shy smile. 

"Um, no, actually. I was wondering if I could fill out an application?"

"Oh, yes. Of course. Let me go grab one." 

The girl disappeared into a side office, her ponytail swinging behind her with every movement. You found yourself wishing you still had that kind of pep in your step.

After completing the short application, you collected your pamphlet on local lifeguard certification classes and thanked the girl at the desk. You left the bustling pool entrance, bumping shoulders with excited families and children.

As the sunlight hit your skin, you spotted a man at the far end of the parking lot, leaning against a blue Camaro. 

Parked right next to him was a hauntingly familiar black van.

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He'll be the love in your eyes, he'll be the blood between your thighs And then have you cry for more He'll put strength to the test, he'll put the thrill back in bed I'm sure you've heard it all before

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"...all I'm saying is, I can't date a broad that has two different sized tits. It makes my dick confused."

Eddie rolled up the short sleeves of his white shirt to welcome more sunlight onto his pale skin. He chuckled at Billy's crazy rant about boobs. 

The pair loitered in the parking lot of the community pool before Billy's first shift of the new season. The Munson boy leaned back in the open side door of his van, stretching his legs out on the pavement. Billy was applying sunscreen meticulously to himself.

"Maybe you could just have her keep a shirt on. So you don't have to see them," he suggested to his blonde friend. "Better yet, give her your shirt. Chicks dig that."

Billy pondered for a moment, looking around, his devious eyes hiding behind reflective sunglasses. 

After many months of being almost best friends with Billy Hargrove, Eddie still wasn't sure how to take him. He was an unpredictable ticking time bomb. Some days he was entertaining and carefree, while the flip of a coin could turn him into a raging asshole.

Eddie had the faint scars to prove it - St. Patty's Day celebrations a couple months back ended in Billy breaking glass beer bottles on the street.

"You still seeing that neighbor girl of yours?" Billy asked out of nowhere.

Eddie twitched. 

Billy was nosy as fuck. So of course, he knew about Eddie’s situation with Katrina. It was a cut-and-dry friends with benefits deal. So why was he asking Eddie about it now?

"Uh, yeah, occasionally. Why?"

With a calloused hand, Eddie lifted his long, overgrown hair off the back of his sweaty neck. He tried not to show Billy how uncomfortable the question made him and hid behind his own dark sunglasses. 

But Billy was looking across the parking lot now, where Eddie couldn't see behind his van. Billy placed his mirror sunglasses atop his head and grinned wickedly at Eddie.

"You might want to rethink that. I'm pretty sure the Buckley girl you've been crying about all year is trying to hide from us over there."

Stomach dropping and vision blurring violently, Eddie shook his head. "Who? Robin?"

"No, don't be a fucking idiot, Munson. I wouldn't forget those nudie Polaroids you have to save my life. That's the girl. Look."

Unable to stop himself, Eddie slowly stood up to peer around the corner of his van.

Billy was right. 

Walking away from them with an unusually fast pace was a woman with shiny hair, longer than he remembered. Your light blue blouse, matching the color of the sky above them, caught the glaring sunlight.

Eddie didn't think he could ever forget the sight of you, no matter how hard he tried, and now here you were. He even remembered the way you walked.

You glanced over your shoulder at them, clearly nervous. It was you.

"If you're not gonna go talk to her, then I will."

"Billy, the hell you're not! BILLY!"

But Billy had already sprinted off, his athletic body carrying him over to you rather quickly, even though you were many yards away. Eddie crawled back into his van, placing his head between his knees to control his breathing. The last thing he wanted to see was Billy chatting up his ex-girlfriend.

He felt like he was going to pass out. Why were you back? Why were you at the damn pool of all places?

Where had you been for the last fucking year?

In a sad attempt to calm his nerves before he fainted like a complete coward, Eddie reached underneath his driver's seat and pulled out a small bottle of vodka. He took several deep swallows of the harsh liquid.

Billy returned sooner than Eddie expected him to. He immediately snatched the bottle from the boy in the van, helping himself to some of the Eddie’s vodka.

"Aren't you about to, like, save children from drowning? Quit drinking all of my booze," Eddie snapped, a headache sinking deep into his skull.

Billy let out a bark of laughter, pleased with himself. "Don't you wanna know how that conversation just went?"

"No," Eddie responded firmly.

His tone was borderline seething, but as usual, Billy didn't pick up on it. 

"Whatever, man," Billy smirked, gathering up his whistle lanyard and some other work stuff. 

The lifeguard tucked away the bag of weed that Eddie had brought him into the glove box of his Camaro. It was the main reason Eddie met him at the stupid pool to begin with.

"So I'll assume you don't care that I gave her my number, then."

Eddie choked on his mouthful of vodka, fire burning in his throat and lungs. He leaned over to spit on the ground, then lifted the bottom of his shirt to wipe his face with it.

He ignored Billy's prying eyes on his momentarily exposed pale stomach, sighing. He was very much used to that kind of thing from the blonde boy. Boundaries didn't exactly exist with Billy.

"Well?" Billy pressed, pearly white teeth shining.

Fighting the urge to bitch slap his best friend for basically no reason, Eddie left his face expressionless.

"I don't care."

But as soon as Billy vanished into the main building of the pool, Eddie peeled off in his van, heading towards wherever you might have gone.

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He'll be the risk in the kiss, might be anger on your lips Might run scared for the door But in seasons of wither we'll stand and deliver Be strong and laugh and...

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He caught up with you about a block away. Before you could cross the street, Eddie whipped his van in front of you, stopping you in your tracks.

He tried to remain as nonchalant as possible, but failed horribly. The sound of blood pounding in his ears and a cold sweat developing on his hands was all he could comprehend as he laid eyes on you.

You were so close he could touch you. You only stood about a foot away from his open window, motionless, eyes wide.

Eddie almost wanted to pinch himself, but this wasn't a hallucination. 

Sure, he had a little too much vodka only minutes before, but you were real this time. Not like the countless times before, when he would get blackout drunk and imagine you in his room, only to wake up with Katrina asleep beside him instead.

He thought you looked different than he remembered. Older. But not in a bad way. Gone were the days of round cheeks in more youthful years - you were all woman now, your bone structure matured as beautiful as a marble statue. 

Eddie felt like he was looking at you for the first time. His mind was drifting back to that fateful day in the cafeteria, when you asked him about giving you a tattoo.

Unsure of how to begin this conversation, or exactly what kind of emotions he was even feeling, Eddie bit his lip. 

But you beat him to it.

"Can I help you, freak?"

The boy in the van before you burst into loud, genuine laughter. Your voice was still as deep as the ocean, sweet like molasses. 

"Get in the van and I'll tell you exactly how you can help me, sunshine."

"No."

You scowled at him and firmly planted your feet. But you didn't walk away.

"Fine," Eddie replied with a smile, stepping out of the van. "I'll come out of the van to talk to you."

"You're parked in the middle of the road."

"I don't care."

"You smell like vodka."

"I don't care."

He felt your bright eyes rake over him, not unlike how Billy did just moments ago. Eddie was desperate to read your mind, curious to know what you thought of him now.

Leaning against the door of his van, he gestured with a ring-clad hand. "So… how long have you been back in town?"

"I just got back this morning," you mumbled, crossing your arms. 

"Where have you been? Why did you leave me?" 

Eddie tried to keep the tone of his voice under control, struggling to maintain a mature conversation. Letting his repressed emotions spill out onto Spruce Street wasn't on his agenda for the day.

You kicked at some rocks on the ground near your feet. The Munson boy was very aware of how beat up your shoes were, but didn't say anything. It was obvious that you weren't doing well.

"I… I don't want to talk about that. Not now."

Taking a deep breath through his nose, Eddie spoke patiently. "You didn't call. You didn't write. Nothing."

"I'm sorry."

Eddie flinched at your puny, callous response. "That's all you have to say? Did I really mean that little to you?"

The anger bubbling at the edges of his words evoked the kind of response he wanted from you. Eddie was silently proud that he still knew how to push your buttons, to make you open up to him.

"I didn't have a choice!" you snapped, throwing your hands in the air. Your face reddened in frustration. "I didn't… I didn't have a choice."

"You say that like you were locked in some kind of reform school," Eddie joked, running a hand through his hair.

He was kidding, of course, but the look on your face as you dropped your chin told him he wasn't completely wrong. Eddie could see your hands were shaking.

"Are you serious?" He took a step towards you, but you jumped away from him as if he burned you.

You sighed. "I told you, I don't want to talk about it. But I didn't choose to leave, okay? I didn't choose to disappear for an entire year."

Still feeling a little angry at the lack of answers, at the suffering he endured for so many months, Eddie took one last jab. 

"I deserved a better goodbye," he hissed behind clenched teeth.

Fury burned in your piercing gaze. "Yeah? You think? Well, you can thank my dear old dad for that."

"I should have killed him at that party when I had the chance." 

You rolled your eyes. "Still as dramatic as ever. I don't think you're capable of killing anyone, Munson."

The corner of his mouth lifted. "I don't know if that's a compliment or an insult."

"Both, I suppose," you responded offhandedly.

Eddie didn't know what else to say. The sun was beating down on them; this particular street didn’t have enough trees to block the rays. The vodka he had consumed was making his empty stomach churn.

"I have to get back." You stepped away from him. "I'll see you around?"

"You're not staying with your dad are you?"

You snorted crudely, but Eddie thought it was a magical sound. "Hell no. I'm… staying at the motel on the edge of town. At least until I can get a job and my own place."

Of course Eddie knew the motel, because that was where Katrina worked. His stomach flipped over again. Him and Katrina weren't official by any means, and he couldn't find a logical reason now to bring up something like that to you.

You, the girl who had disappeared from his life like you were nothing more than an illusion. You were standing before him now, your eyes like cavernous orbs taking in his every movement, every word spilling from his lips.

His fucked up brain was reacting to this like you had passed away and then was somehow resurrected from the grave. An ethereal corpse.

Snapping him out of his hazy thoughts, your voice rang out like the singing of a bird.

"...Eddie?"

"What?"

"I was saying goodbye."

Eddie cracked his knuckles, checked his watch, then motioned for the van. "Let me drive you back over there. It's on the way to my place."

You looked apprehensive. "Are you sure? I can walk-"

"I'm positive," he interrupted with a lopsided smile. "Plus, Brenda here has missed you quite a bit. There's a lot of good memories in this old beater."

He ran around to the other side of the van to open the door for you, unable to stop his wandering eyes from admiring your bare legs. You smelled like soap mixed with a little bit of sweat from the hot day.

"I'm putting a lot of trust in you to get me there safely," you chuckled, clicking your seat belt into place. "It reeks of booze in here."

"I'm a skilled drunk driver these days."

Eddie glanced over at you as he put the van in drive. You seemed saddened by his comment, like you knew you had caused a lot of emotional damage in your wake without ever meaning to.

So he changed the subject. “Did you… take Billy’s number?”

You side-eyed Eddie, confused. “What?”

“The shirtless douche that went up to you a while ago. He said he gave you his number.”

Raised eyebrows, you reached into the pocket of your jean shorts and retrieved a crumpled piece of paper. “Yeah, I took it.” 

Disappointment dripped onto his heart. Eddie had silently hoped that Billy was just trying to ruffle his feathers. Could he seriously be so cruel as to prowl on the girl who broke Eddie’s heart, without even a second thought? Maybe it was a grave mistake to consider Billy a friend, let alone a best friend.

But then you opened the paper and held it out for the brown-eyed boy to see.

“Wipe that look off your face, Munson. I already have this number, actually,” you lifted your mouth in a little smile. “He gave me your number.”

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Shout, shout, shout! Shout at the devil! Shout, shout, shout! Shout at the devil!

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(song lyrics credit: "Shout at the Devil" by Mötley Crüe)

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Nautical November Part 4: Hold Your Tongue

The Reader watches from the deck as the Winchesters and their crew raid a ship. Some of the pirates gift her some trinkets, having grown fond of her. Sam and Dean show their fondness in a different way.

Pairing: Captain!Dean x Reader x First Mate!Sam

Warnings/Promises: crew fluff, SMUT, mouth gag, degradation, the boys are bit rough, light choking, p-in-v, oral (male receiving), split-roast, creampie, overstimulation, cockwarming

Word Count: 2700

Note: From here on out, we’re just going to understand that there is Pirate magic in place and the Reader is not at risk of pregnancy. I didn’t feel like doing the research for Colonial 17th century birth control. Comments and reblogs super appreciated! Happy Reading!

Part 3: The Captain's First Payment

Despite Dean’s orders, you managed to sneak on deck during the attack. It was a merchant ship. And apparently new to the area. They didn’t have any cannons on board, which made for quick work. You slid into your hiding spot on the poop deck just as Dean began his usual peaceful speech. As on your previous ship, the captain gave up quickly.

With a series of hoots and shouts, the crew took over the vessel. A few of the merchant hands tried to fight back, but Sam quickly subdued them. It didn’t take long for a majority of the crew to return from below decks. Their arms were full of goods. Huge bolts of rich fabrics. A few chests probably filled with money. And larger crates that took two crewmates to carry across the gangplanks between the ships. You later found out they were filled with smaller boxes of expensive spices. Benny claimed several for this haul. He won them easily since the crew knew the spices would show up in his cooking.

The Winchesters weren’t happy to find you hiding behind the water barrel when they returned. Dean gave you a particularly hard glare as he took hold of your arm and dragged you towards his cabin.

But some of the crew interfered.

A young mate, Adam, set his Winchester-like bright eyes on you and held out a small ornate box. “I found this dropped behind some of the larger boxes. I thought it would suit you.”

Inside, there was a delicate silver necklace inset with a few pearls.

Adam rubbed the back of his head. “I thought it matched your… your mother’s dress.”

“Yes, I think it does too.” You touched your fingertips to your lips, covering up how much you wanted to cry. “You dear, you didn’t have to do this.”

While Adam assured you he wanted to, a few other crewmates came up with similar small gifts. You looked from one to the next, and quickly ran out of hands to hold the trinkets. The pirates, hardened by the sea and by their lives running from the law, were adorably shy with you.

You smiled brightly. “And here I was worried you all would think that it was bad luck to have me aboard.”

“No.” “Not at all, Miss.”

Sam joined the crowd. “Obviously not.” He waved back at the goods piled high in the middle of the deck. “You’re very lucky for us.” With a hum, he made eye contact with the crew. “Alright. Get the loot below. Adam, write up the inventory. We’ll look it over in the morning.”

“Aye, Sir.” He nodded at Dean. “Captain.” With a quick smile, he dipped his head at you. “Miss.”

The crewmates bid you goodnight, then set to their task of moving the goods. Dean rolled his eyes and finished half-shoving you into the cabin. Arms full of gifts, you kneeled next to your small crate. Each one was placed lovingly and carefully under the safety of your spare dress, and bedded by your mother’s wedding dress. Each gift had been well thought out Even in the heat of the raid. After you closed the lid, you finally looked back at the Winchesters from your knees.

Sam leaned against the door like a dragon guarding its cave. And Dean… the captain had his arms crossed over his chest and an irritated glow in his eye.

“I’m sorry,” you started.

“You will be.” In long, quick strides, he quickly reached you and dragged you to your feet. He pinned you roughly to the wall between the brother’s beds. He gripped your chin tight enough to make you gasp. “You need to stay below decks. Not all raids are as peaceful as that one. It’s not unusual for us to be violent and bloodthirsty in the heat of battle. You shouldn’t have to see that. It’s not a pretty picture. Sometimes those ships have cannons, and military men on board. They do not hesitate to shoot at us, and I don’t want to come back and find you dead from a stray bullet. Do you understand?”

Swallowing, you nodded.

With a sigh, his body relaxed. His thumb lightly traced over your bottom lip. “I can’t deliver you to Tortuga if you get yourself into trouble.”

You never thought you’d feel guilty standing in the presence of a pirate. But your gaze dropped to the floor. He was really worried about you. You slid your hands up his chest, lightly pinching the fabric of his shirt between your fingers. He was covered in sweat. And his chest was still heaving with the thrill of the hunt. Willing him to feel your remorse, you leaned forward to kiss over his Adam’s apple. And you leaned your head onto his shoulder.

Dean’s mouth parted with a silent gasp. He glanced back at Sam. Who made the motion of a ring around his smallest finger. Dean pursed his lips at this little brother, but nodded in agreement. He didn’t mind being wrapped around your little finger.

You were oblivious of their silent conversation when you raised your head. “I am sorry. I’ll stay below decks next time.” You bit your bottom lip and looked between them. “Maybe… maybe I can make it up to you? If – if you’re not too tired, that is. Or I can run to the galley for some wine-”

Sam loudly locked the door. “Do you really think we’d let you out after your little adventure?”

You stepped around Dean towards him. “I said I was sorry. And I won’t leave the cabin when-” You were cut off as a strip of fabric descended over your head and cut between your lips.

Dean pulled it tight, using its leverage to pin your back against his torso. He nuzzled his nose over your ear as Sam stepped closer. “He’s right. You’ll be lucky if we let you out of our sight ever again. Can’t afford to lose you.” He nipped at the underside of your jaw before tying the cloth behind your head. “Hold her, Sam.”

He shoved you forward. Into Sam’s strong arms. He took hold of your wrists, twisting them and pinning them down behind your back. With a bit of pressure, he was able to force you up to your toes. He kissed you harshly over the gag. As you whimpered, he smirked. He watched as you tried to rub the gag off with your shoulder. “Nuh-uh. Leave it on. You drew quite a crowd the last time. We don’t want that happening again… so you’ll have to be ….” He leaned forward and whispered, “quiet.”

While he mouthed across your collarbone, you watched Dean from the corner of your eye. He dragged an armless chair from its resting place behind the desk. Sam had sat in it just the other day while they plotted the journey.  But now he took the seat. He motioned to Sam. The younger brother shoved you into Dean’s lap, chuckling when you stumbled.

“We gave up our portion for you.”

“Mhmm.” Dean trapped your arms to your sides with one of his reached across your body. His other hand roamed where it wanted. His chest pressed into your back. You wriggled and moaned as he fondled your breasts. With a hum, Dean licked at the underside of your jaw. “You want to make it up to us? How can you do that, when you are our portion, our prize. There’s nothing you could offer that isn’t ours already.” He ground his hips up, making you feel how hard he was to take you.

“Should we get her naked first?” Tilting his head, Sam was already working at the ties of his pants.

“Nah. Too impatient.”

“We could always cut her dress off. Wouldn’t take a second.”

Dean considered. “No. I’d hate for her to catch a cold.”

“Well. Let’s warm her up, then.”

They wrestled the hem of your dress above your waist. Sam kneeled, panting, when he could finally see your bare sex.

“Would you look at that. She’s soaked.” He lightly ran his thumb over your slit and clit, making you jolt. He smeared the mess across your thigh so Dean could see it. “How long have you needed us, little whore?” His thumb returned to your clit, lightly circling there.

“Poor thing.” Dean’s hand drifted up from your breasts to your throat. His mouth dropped open as you leaned into his grip with a whine. “Aww, Sam. Now I feel bad. Our personal whore needed us, and we went off to pillage. Is that why you went up on deck? To watch us work since we weren’t here to work you over?” He groaned as you circled your hips over his, grinding down onto his bulge. “Easy, Sweetheart. We’re here. We’ll take care of you.”

The brothers shared a glance. Despite their inevitable plotting your demise through pleasure, you closed your eyes. The circling of Sam’s thumb on your clit was making it hard to breathe. And Dean’s light grip around your throat wasn’t helping. When Sam curled two thick fingers into your sex, you cried out. It was barely muffled, and Dean clamped his hand over your mouth. They laughed at you.

Sam spread his fingers wide inside you, holding them, and you, open. He smirked as your eyes crossed. “Maybe if you distract her?”

“Maybe.”

You shuddered a breath as Sam withdrew. His hand replaced Dean’s on your throat and he lifted you off Dean’s lap. While you hazily looked on, he sucked his fingers into his mouth and hummed around the taste. He kissed you deeply, wetting your gag with the wetness he had stolen from you. By the time he returned you to Dean’s lap, the captain’s cock was out and ready. The brothers hovered you over it before Dean began to sheath you. Dean groaned; his open mouth rested over your shoulder and left open kisses across your flushed skin. Impatient, he gripped your hips and pulled you down quick over the bottom measure. You screamed, your chest heaving. Hungry for the way your walls gripped him, he didn’t wait before starting a brutal pace.

You tried to bite down on the gag. You tried to hold in your noises like they wanted. But each thrust and fill of Dean pushed out little sounds through your lips. You looked up at Sam, willing him to believe that you were trying. He watched you completely at ease, fisting his cock in front of your face.

“You know… I don’t think the gag is working.” Sam titled his head. “Maybe she needs something bigger in that pretty mouth of hers to keep her quiet.”

“Maybe.” Dean pulled you down to rest fully impaled on his length. “What do you think? Think you can suck my brother as well as you did for me?” He tugged down the gag. It took you a minute to catch your breath. He thrust up his hips, making you squeak. “Well?”

You nodded. “Yes. I – I can do it.” You gasped as Sam gripped your face, forcing open your jaw. He pressed his thumb onto your tongue, forcing it down.

“Wider,” he said. “You’re gonna need it.”

It was hard to focus long enough to do as he asked. Dean pressed his hand between your shoulder blades and folded you towards his brother’s cock. When the movement closed your legs between his thighs, he tugged you back by your hair. “Let’s try that again.” This time, he tossed your knees over his thighs, keeping you spread open before leaning you forward. You felt exposed. And you were partially thankful for them leaving your dress on. You don’t think your mind could have handled that level of display of your form if you had been bare before them again.

Sam nodded. He removed his thumb and replaced it with the head of his length. Guiding it in, he grunted. “Don’t know if she’ll be able to reach it all.”

“Don’t worry. She can.” Dean tapped your wrist.

You reached forward. Twisting your hold of the length you didn’t have room to taste, you reached your thumb for the same spot you used against Dean. Sam groaned loudly.

“See?”

“Shut up, De.”

Dean chuckled and smoothed his hand up your spine. “Good job, Sweetheart. Taking him so well. While you’ve got me in that pretty pussy. Now the real fun can begin.” He massaged your hips when you stiffened. “Easy. We’ve got you. We won’t break you. Not permanently, anyways.” 

Before you could process the threat, he nearly pulled you off his cock before slamming into you. The force of him sent you deeper onto Sam’s length. The brother in your mouth bit down on his knuckles to cover his own grunts. But soon neither of them cared. They made all the noise they wanted. The whole ocean could have heard them. The pace between them forced you back and forth. Sometimes their thrusts would synch, spearing into you as one. You would be full for a second, then completely empty. A minute later, the synch was gone and you were full of only one brother at a time.

Dean paused his thrusts to reach around for your clit. His quick movements made you whimper. “How you doin’ there, Sam?”

The other brother could only pant. “Her mouth… not much longer.”

He nodded. His movements on your clit quickened. “Come on, Baby. Help him along.”

He kept working on you until your vision blurred. You cried out, passing the vibrations to Sam’s cock. Gripping the sides of your head, he barely kept himself from forcing his whole length down your throat.

“De- stop. I can’t… can’t hold back. Wanna come on her tits. She won’t be able to take it all.”

“Oh yes, she can.” Dean grinned. “Trust me.”

Sam found out just how much you could swallow when he spilled into you a few seconds later. A few drops fell past your lips. But when he pulled away, he was shocked to see how little had spilled. “Damn.”

You were blissed out from your release and Sam’s praise. But Dean hadn’t cum yet. He renewed his pace. Holding his hand over your mouth, he filled you over and over until you saw stars. With a strangled groan, he filled you too. He kept your trembling sex sheathed around him as he caught his breath. He smoothed your hair away from your face. “You alright?”

Nodding, you hummed a reply. Your eyes crossed, much to the brothers’ delight, as Dean pulled out of you. He guided you into Sam’s ready arms so he could tie up his pants.

“I should probably head up.” Dean ran his hands through his hair, ruffling it in an attempt to calm his soaring nerves. “My turn to take the wheel for a while.” He slapped his thighs as he stood. “You’ve got a few hours till your watch. How are you going to spend it?”

Sam’s hand splayed wide over your tummy. He inhaled deeply from your hair as you rested your head on his chest.  

“Ah. I should have known.” Dean nodded. He headed towards the door. “Remember to let her have some rest.”

When the door shut, Sam inhaled your scent again. His hands slid around your hips. You were thankful for his touch; it was the only thing keeping you on your feet. So when he guided you both to his bed, you were grateful to lay across his chest. At first, you leveled your breathing with his. He shifted so that you laid beside him. And then so you were beneath him when he braced up on his arms.

“You did so good for us.” Sam nuzzled his nose against your forehead. “We can’t seem to get enough of you.” His hand roamed up your thigh under your dress. Flipping up the fabric, he eyed with curious wonder the mess his brother left in you. A gentle push on your lower stomach sent some of it leaking out. You breathed a whimper. “Shhh.” Sam pressed his lips to yours, distracting from his hands. “Shh. I’ve got you.”

Then he slowly pushed his length into you.

“Please, Sam-”

“Don’t worry.” Sam fell to one side, curling you to his chest. “Go to sleep. Just needed to hold you close.” You drifted off, Sam’s fingers threading through your hair, and his length warming you from the inside out.

***

Part 5: When the Captain’s Away

Masterlist

No Cum November 2023

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Of Campaigns & Revelations (Steve/Eddie)

Fandom: Stranger Things Characters: Steve Harrington & Eddie Munson Summary: Eddie loves planning campaigns, Steve loves planning events. So how exactly did the dream team get so sidetracked? Words: 2700+

Notes: Ahhhh not only is he late with his first fic on this account, but he's late for SS too. I was lucky enough to write a fic for the absolutely incredibly talented @rosiesramblings! I tried to use all of your prompts (earning a reward, too much energy and boredom) somewhere in the fic and apologies for the late post, but I hope you like It!!! A big thank you to our lovely host @hypahticklish too. Happy happy holidays and a wonderful new year to everyone.

Sometimes, Eddie Munson laughs and Steve swears it could shatter that Garfield mug he’s so obsessed with— despite the fact that he only uses the damn thing for hot chocolate.

Like the breathy laughter that burst from his lips last friday, When Robin spent a little too long comparing an old photo of Steve to the baby from The Labyrinth. Most memorably, a joke about their shared fashion taste had the party’s favorite dungeon master quite literally wheezing on the shag carpet, clutching his sides as if he’d never recover from the sheer hilarity of it all.

Or perhaps he was thinking of the high pitched yelp of laughter that broke free every time he was caught off guard. As much as Eddie hated to be genuinely scared, he found way too much amusement in getting jump scared. Shitty horror films, friends hiding behind doors, or even that lame haunted house from Halloween— All of the above earned the same result, a shriek that dissolved into laughter about halfway through.

Then again, they weren’t all bubbly and loud. Eddie’s laughter could be soft and sweet too, harboring an almost shy cadence when the time called for it and…

It’s at this exact moment, with utensils ever so neatly tucked into napkins and plates set along the grand mahogany dining room table, that Steve realizes he’s been thinking about Eddie Munson way too much. All it took was one crappy little chuckle, one silly reaction to a half assed joke, for his thoughts to wander. Anything the other said during his trance was a mystery, though as that playful voice came back into frame, Steve figured the context clues were probably easy enough to figure out.

“-not a fighter, clearly. Maybe a Paladin or a bard. One thing is for sure, you’d definitely play an elf or a half elf. A prince maybe. Estranged?” Eddie’s rambles are definitely pointed towards him, although it’s clearly more of a conversation with himself than anything else.

Calf crossed over thigh, he sits on the kitchen counter. Pale hands hold a green piping bag steady over a tray of freshly cooked sugar cookies, adding some ghoulish finishing touches. “Just say the word, Big Boy, and I’ll create the most perfect, personalized Steve Harrington campaign of the year.”

“You mean the only Steve Harrington campaign of the year?” Steve retorts.

Just like always, sarcasm drips from his lips like honey. Even after volunteering his house, time and energy to Eddie and his Hellfire Goblins, the self proclaimed babysitter still can’t seem to fight his natural born grumpiness.

That persona was like a security blanket or a teddy bear; Steve’s always relied on it to make the world less scary or more accurately, to make himself less vulnerable. The Harrington Boy, The King, The Babysitter, every new iteration had improvements, but they also had one thing in common: A security mechanism, an off switch of sorts. Something that Eddie Munson clearly lacked.

“Only cause you’re a buzzkill.” Eddie insists, licking a bit of green from his fingertips.

The cookies are far from perfect but they’ll undoubtedly impress the kids. Dark eyes examine each one with a precision he definitely didn’t supply when creating them, though eventually he deems them good enough with a dimpled grin and a cheeky thumbs up.

With two hours left on the clock, Eddie finds himself at a loss. All the fun tasks for the campaign tonight have been finished. Food and snacks were the first on the list to be crossed off with pizza scheduled for later and fresh baked cookies set to the side. Decorations were next. Everything from miniature figurines to home made maps to origami dragons and mini potion bottles for the kids filled with juice.

The idea to spike the potion bottles had been vetoed with a very amusing yet indignant huff. Despite Eddie's insistence that he was a 'born rebel' at fifteen, Steve refuses to give them a lick of alcohol before they hit senior year.

Aside from that, all that was left was mundane tasks like vacuuming or cleaning up the newly created mess in the kitchen. Most people would have cheered, thankful to finish their list of chores before the fun could begin. Though most people didn’t have as much energy as Eddie Munson.

“Well this is it, Stevie.” Eddie pipes up a few moments later, watching the other brunette readjust the table settings for a bunch of soon to be sophomores who definitely wouldn’t notice if the fork was on the left side or the right. “Two hours left and you’re too busy turning my campaign into a murder mystery dinner to pay attention to me so clearly? I’m dying. I can’t believe I’m gonna die of boredom in the Harrington Household… So big. So cold. So… white and mundane for someone as vibrant as myself.”

Eddie’s melodramatic performance is enough to peak Steve’s interest, but not his amusement.

“Finish Vacuuming the living room or stop complaining” Steve answers flatly. Over time, he’s learned that playing into the antics only magnifies them. Ninety nine percent of the time, just disregarding Eddie’s insane childish tendencies made them go away. “Besides, you can’t die from boredom.”

Ninety nine percent of the time, that would have worked.

Unfortunately, there was still that worrisome one percent to worry about.

“Well you might.”

“I might what—” Oblivious as ever, Steve finally ditches the table settings. Turning on his heel, the brunette’s lips are already parted, ready to question what the hell that response implies when he catches sight of the other’s stance.

Kitchen counter long since abandoned, the feisty dungeon master is taking stake across the room. Socked feet slide across dark polished wood, eerily unsettling in the quiet pace they set. Pale hands are held up, turned into claws with wiggling fingers that make Steve’s stomach flip as uncertainty settles in.

“Okay, okay. You might not die from my boredom.” Eddie hums lowly, lips curling into a grin that can only be described as downright mischievous. Each word is drawn out slower than the last, anticipation building between the two. “But you might not survive the cure. Let's see. I already tried knock knock jokes, barely effective. Funny movies, ehh somewhat works— Unless they’re too weird. Then you just sit all grumpy and confused— Anyway, not the point! Dear Steven, my point is…”

Similar to those puzzles Nancy used to force on him while babysitting Mike, he should’ve figured it out sooner, but he’s definitely seeing the picture a bit more clearly with time. They’re approximately halfway through Eddie’s villainous monologue when it clicks. Every example revolves around making him laugh which is an incredibly flustering thought all on its own. Out of all the ways to cure his boredom, Eddie wanted to do so while making Steve smile. Most people focused on his hair, his ass, his better known assets.

Eddie Munson was the first person to ever fixate on something so mundane.

Thankfully, Steve doesn’t have a second to worry about the heat crawling up the back of his neck, or the slowly developing crush that he’s most certainly going to ignore.

“… that I never asked if you were ticklish. Always felt like a cheap shot, you know? Low hanging fruit, but in the name of science, we do have to test every—” And that’s all it takes. The second the word ticklish leaves Eddie’s lips, the former jock is sprinting across the length of the dining room table and out of the room.

Heart hammering in his chest, the beat is so loud Steve can practically hear it ringing in his ears. White converse round a corner, running into the living room while quick footsteps sound close behind.

“Oh come on, Pretty Boy.” Eddie snorts through a laugh of his own. “Don’t run away from me!”

If he just looked back, he would have seen the way Eddie smiled at him from ear to ear, excitement and giddiness bursting from his pores. He would have seen the way the other nearly slipped in his socks, clearly lacking any grip as they ran around like little boys again. He would have seen the way those dark eyes lingered, how they drank him in, admiring his toned legs from years of athletics.

If he just looked back, maybe he would have registered how close he was to his demise. Then again, if he looked back, then Eddie might have seen how flustering that pet name was, or worse: He could have seen the smile tugging at his lips.

One foot rounds the corner of the couch but never gets the opportunity to touch down. Instead, fingers curl around the back of his sweater, swiftly pulling Steve until he’s falling. His back hits the sofa cushions with a soft grunt, brown locks splayed across the decorative pillow.

Everything flips in an instant. Eddie’s upper hand turns to shit the second he jumps onto the couch. Leaving more than enough room in between them, Steve takes the opportunity to act. Lightning quick reflexes give him just enough time to weave underneath the metalhead’s arm, flipping their positions until Eddie’s the one with his back against the couch and wide eyes looking up.

Though rather than looking scared he looks… exhilarated.

Any anxiety written across Steve’s face a minute ago is missing from Eddie’s now. As the general surprise wears off, he goes from wide eyed to giggly, immediately throwing his hands up in a mercy pose he knows won’t work. Wild curls fall in every direction, the occasional soft breathy laugh stumbling from his lips as he tries to worm out from underneath Steve’s pin.

“Stevie, C’mon. I was just trying to have a little bit of fun- Wait wait- Steve Hey-” In the long debated question of Dungeon Master Vs. Varsity Athlete, they finally know who comes out on top. Eddie’s rambled mixture of explanations, apologies and pleas fall on deaf ears the second nimble fingers touch down on his sides.

One of the most accessible vantage points, it proves rather successful when one squeeze elicits a sharp huff, all the air in his lungs leaving at once. Eddie’s body instinctively tries to pull away again, hands attempting to intercept Steve’s insistent poking and prodding of the soft flesh.

The silence lasts all of seven seconds. Any attempt to threaten Steve dies on his lips, choked out to make room for all the laughter taking control. Immediately thrashing around to the best of his ability, it’s clear that Eddie’s not going down peacefully.

“A little bit of fun doing what, Eds?” Steve questions. “Annoying me? Chasing me around my own house? I mean, shit, Munson. How the hell do you even have all of this energy? Honestly. I did you a favor flipping the tables, you clearly needed to tire yourself out.”

Each new guess and tease is accentuated with another poke at his vulnerable sides. One to the left right below his ribs, one to the right closer to his back, two on either side near his tummy, and one aimed in that squishy spot directly above his pantline— One that has his giggles interlaced with squeaks and squeals, struggling to handle any sort of stimulation that close to his hips.

“Nohohoho not thehehere!” Eddie whines half heartedly, though Steve can’t help but notice how little he fights back, hardly using any strength whatsoever in his attempts to grab onto those tortuous digits.

Thankfully for the thrashing Dungeon Master, Steve doesn’t get the chance to drill his thumbs into the divots of his hips for very long. An incredible stop on his grand tour of Eddie Munson’s giggle buttons, the destination proves to be too much. One sharp dig earns a yell so piercing the neighbor’s dog begins to bark, rough hands diving forward to grab onto anything for some sort of stability.

What Eddie’s trained fingers find instead is that squeezing Steve Harrington’s thighs renders the guy practically useless. A loud shriek splatters around the room, high pitched almost desperate giggles flying from his mouth. Any ounce of strength was sapped, curling up against Eddie’s chest in a way he’d swear was romantic in any other circumstance.

Umber eyes meet hazel, gazes locked with recognition on both sides before the tables are flipped yet again. Eddie hooks a leg underneath Steve’s knee, an arm worming out from below to wrap around his waist.

Before the Family Video employee can so much as suck in a breath from his fit of giggles, they’re back in the original position with a self proclaimed babysitter pretending not to enjoy himself on bottom and a metalhead who couldn’t hide it if he tried on top.

It turns out that Steve Harrington fucking shape shifts when you tickle him. The former jock’s confident sarcastic persona changes to something else entirely. If Eddie’s attempts to get away were half assed then Steve’s attempts don’t exist. Every new spot or tactic is brought with a new form of laughter, but they all have the same thing in common:

Steve’s leaning into it.

There’s no denying it. When teasing nails drag up his side, he turns into the affection rather than away from it. When his lower stomach is kneaded like a fresh pile of dough, he leans forward instead of pushing back. And when thumbs drill into his armpits, the brunette actually attempts to keep his arms up or at least not locked at his sides god forbid their fun ends too soon after being blocked.

Of course, Steve doesn’t notice this. Nor does he realize that Eddie was noticing this, but one of them has to be the observant one and it’s not the mess of giggles currently turning rosier with every passing second.

It’s almost as if their enjoyment is the key. Once that last bit of hesitance drains out, calloused fingers waste no time. Eddie changes spots again, this time clawing at his ribs with a smile that reeks of both vengeance and affection, a combo punch that would have made Steve breathless if he wasn’t already dissolving under deep belly laughter.

There’s way less talking now too. While Eddie’s an incredibly wiggly and talkative victim, babbling and thrashing through his hysterics, Steve seems to struggle getting anything out other than his laughter, only managing the occasional babble or squeal induced ‘Eds!’.

Finally those skilled guitarist fingers choose to take pity on him, allowing Steve to actually get a word in.

“Nohot… fair.” He breathes out through residual giggles. It doesn’t matter that the tickling has since ceased. Ghost sensations still tease and taunt across his sensitive skin, mentally swearing that he could still feel those fingertips dancing across his torso.

Eddie’s endearment drips like honey, dark eyes warming at the sight of his friend still struggling to get his act together. “No? I think that was totally fair. Plus, I slaved over those cookies, Stevie Boy. Heart and soul. Body and mind. Don’t I deserve a little prize?” His lips curl into a wicked grin, knowing damn well that his next words would fluster more than soothe. “Perhaps shaped in the form of those cute ass giggles of yours?”

Just as expected, heat begins to crawl up the back of Steve’s neck at the sentiment, though the rosy hue on his face from earlier makes it easy to mask the blush currently spreading. As if proving Eddie’s point further, playful pokes return to Steve’s torso, randomly nudging little spots until he’s back to bubbly uncontrollable giggles.

Using the last bit of strength, he reaches out to give Eddie’s side a squeeze, earning matching breathy laughter in return.

The fight grows less clear after that. Stray pokes and occasional squeezes keep both boys giddy, lost in their own little bubble.

For as long as he could remember, Steve Harrington had been a fixer. Even when the most misguided, he tried to right his own wrongs as well as everyone else’s around him. What began in early childhood as a terribly sad attempt of bringing his parents together had warped into a personality trait, a role he constantly forced himself to play out of fear of feeling useless.

But now the pressure of planning a perfect event for the kids is long forgotten and somehow he knows it’ll all work out. Because Eddie’s laughter is interlaced with his, their cheeks rosy and breath staggered. Suddenly, that familiar ache in his chest doesn’t feel quite as heavy as before and Steve realizes while doing absolutely nothing important at all, that he doesn't feel useless. He realizes that maybe…

“Hoholy Shit, Harrington. Forget weed. I think those damn giggles of yours got me high.”

Maybe this feeling between them was something else entirely.

Sometimes, Eddie Munson laughs and Steve wonders if love has always sounded like this.

[whiskeysmulti]

Red Eyes, White Lies

KHR Rarepair Week 2024 (Lightning Day)

Prompt: Rival Families Word Count: 602 Summary: Tsuna can't forget those red eyes, Enma can't forget the white lies. Rival Families prompt! Pairng: 2700, Tsuna x Enma

There were only a few things Tsuna couldn't forget, some he wished were easier but this time he wasn't certain he wanted to. A pair of red eyes burned into his memory and now he saw those same eyes every night when he went to bed. A new transfer student from Simon middle had caught his attention and though he was advised to approach the boy with caution, Tsuna didn't get any sort of uneasy feelings from him. From the Namimori student's perspective this kid was just another boy who had it rough too. He actually felt kinda sorry for him as he seemed far too shy and timid to even pose a threat.

"Be careful with him, Tenth." Gokudera would warn, but as much as Tsuna wanted to believe it, he couldn't. There was pain behind those red eyes and to Tsuna, underneath it all Enma was just like him just another loser who had been hurt before. But as much as he wanted to reach out to the Simon boss, Tsuna felt his offered hand would be rejected anyway. Why persist when the person doesn't want saved? Because that's what you do when you care about someone, rival or not.

They were on two separate sides of the battle field, one believing the other family had left their first boss to die, the other who would never in his life believe their Primo boss could do something so callous and cruel. The Vongola were now at odds with the Simon due to misunderstanding and secrets kept from the others, one family deceived into believing they'd been betrayed years ago, the other knowing the truth that their boss retired and was never lead to his death.

Tsuna might have been young, but he knew one thing, Vongola Primo was never a man who would betray a friend so easily. After a long battle the truth came out, but how can you so easily trust someone? How can one just forgive at the drop of a hat?

"Enma-kun?" Tsuna asked, uncertain if the young Simon boss was alright or not. "I understand if you don't trust me or want to talk right now…" He was cut off.

"I'm sorry, Tsuna. I need a minute." Enma forgave him, but he wasn't too pleased with himself for how he'd treated the tenth Vongola boss. But at the same time, it wasn't his fault, they had all been misled.

Tsuna fell asleep that night dreaming of red eyes again.

Days passed and the tension between them seemed to dissipate. He'd run into Enma again, walking the shopping district with his guardians. "Enma-kun!" Tsuna eagerly waved, hoping for any sign that things could be better between them. Could they really trust each other? When someone's lied to for years, it's hard to let that go and suddenly believe everything is fine.

But with time and careful approaches, Tsuna was determined to mend that.

"Ah, Tsuna!" Enma smiled and waved. Sorry for everything he'd done, he wanted to reach out, but he was afraid. Little white lies can hurt a lot. But could one even call what had happened a white lie? Being deceived for most of your life is far more than a white lie, but now that the truth had come out, Enma didn't blame Tsuna, he couldn't.

"Enma-kun! Wanna grab lunch together?" The brightest brown eyes in Namimori sparkled as he smiled at the Simon boss.

"Sure." It was a small step, but maybe the two could mend a past broken by deceit and bring back a bond that was destroyed with white lies.

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The river and the princess (chapter 2)

part one

(Go to part one for all of the chapters)

Word count: 2700

Chapter two 

NYLA’S POV:

I walked to the school after getting off the bus, with my friends, Noreen, Maria, Samara, and Aleena. Many think that I'm lucky since Eshaan asked me out, but it's far from the truth. He’s lucky to have me. He doesn't have the good looks or the brains to back up his popularity. Truth be told, I think the only reason that he is popular is because he’s good at sports, considering he was in the volleyball team and is definitely going to make it for basketball. Unlike him, I actually have the looks and the talent. I’m provincial 1st for track, at my age range and I'm a shoe-in for team captain for basketball, not to brag or anything. Suddenly, there was a pair of fingers snapped in my face.

“Hello? Nyla, are you okay?” Noreen said, eyeing me suspiciously.

“Yeah, yeah, just thinking about things” I sputtered out frantically, trying to get away from the questions.

As we entered history class, we sat down at our respective seats and took out our notebooks. Mr. Lloyd usually likes to give us pop quizzes on Mondays, so it’s important to be taking notes. I only share this class with Maria and Samara as opposed to my homeroom with Ms. Piacere. All of my friends are in that class, but it has that stupid bitch, Nina Smith, and her ugly ass friends, May, Zoe, and Niyyah in it. Since I’m a grade 7 and she’s a grade 6, we shouldn’t be in the same class but unluckily enough, we’re in a split class, made up of the two grades. I zoned back in when I heard a textbook cover smash close.

“I’d like to introduce you to our new student, Hannah. She’s a transfer from Savanna Public School, our hometown rivals. Since we have a new student and I don’t want to scare her with a pop quiz today, we won’t be having one. You’re all lucky, considering I know that more than half of you didn’t do the weekly reading!”  Mr. Lloyd said to us, while the class erupted with cheers and applause at the mention of no pop quiz.

Mr. Lloyd just playfully rolled his eyes at the cheers as he made his way slowly back to his desk, uncovering the writing in a faint red marker on the whiteboard. 

Get into partners for the new project

I quickly turned my gaze back to my two friends and as if reading my mind, Mr. Lloyd shook his head in my direction.

“The board says partners not groups of three, girls” He stated slightly irritated by my persistence

“Figure it out,” he said before turning his gaze back down to the papers on his desk 

Old prude, I muttered to myself as I looked over at my friends and saw Maria had already beat Samara in what I guessed was Rock, Paper, Scissors meaning that I had to beat Samara to work with Maria. I looked around the room to see if the person the loser had to work with would be tolerable and then I spotted her, Niyyah already staring in my direction. I forced myself not to cringe as I turned back to Samara, lifting up my fist to see who had to work with her.

“How about the loser has to work with Niyyah?” I said with a grin on my face as if I knew I wouldn’t lose

3…

2…

1…

I played rock and when I looked over to Samara’s hand my eyes narrowed and I groaned in annoyance. She had played paper, meaning I had to work with… Niyyah. I gave them a slight frown as I took my chair over to her desk where unsurprisingly, no other group was. Just get this over with, I told myself while I plastered a smile over my face as if I had hoped to be in her group. I dreadfully sat in my seat next to her as I leaned forward onto the desk letting my elbows rest there for now. “Do you have a plan in mind?” I asked her as I twirled my shoulder-length, shiny, wavy, black hair. I at least had to try being respectful. She gave me a small shrug as she turned to face me. “I'm kinda lost, I was hoping you had one” She gave me a shy smile and mirrored my hair twirling. 

I quickly stopped letting my hair drop down to its original length. She smiled at me tilting her head slightly playfully as if it was straight from a cringy rom-com movie from 2014. I forced myself not to gag at her efforts and just swallowed my pride. I couldn’t tell if she was trying to be polite or something more than that. Either way, I didn’t want to be friends with her and I definitely wouldn’t want to be more than friends with her. I guess I’d just have to suck it up and deal with it for the sake of this project. 

“Well, I don’t have one either, so start making one,” I replied, rudely

“I’m surprised you don’t have one, you're really smart.” She said, while still twirling her light brown, dead, and frizzy hair.

‘Was she really flirting with me?’ I asked myself. How is she not embarrassed? It’s fucking pathetic and she stinks like shit. Was she working out before this? It’s not likely and you can tell by looking at her. She’s a bit on the heavier side, but there's no other explanation for how much she's sweating. 

“Yeah, well I don’t have one so if you could hurry up and do the work, that’d be great.” I suddenly snapped at her, annoyed by her desperation.

She was clearly shocked at this, considering her eyes widened and she stopped twirling her hair. I didn’t have to be that mean, but she pushed me to that point. Also, I just really love putting people in their place. She deserved it for flirting with me and knowing I would never like her, not if she was the last person on earth, and not in a million years. But, that got her to shut up and continue working, which is something I was extremely thankful for. She ended up doing all of it, but I couldn’t care less. I wasn’t going to try if someone else could try for me, instead. The bell rang abruptly, so that meant we were going to our homeroom with Ms. Piacere. That meant I’d be with all my friends and someone…else.

As Samara, Maria, and I exit the class, we meet up with the rest of our friends and walk to our lockers. Mine is right next to Aleena’s, and she’s a decent locker buddy. Other than the fact that she puts all of her stuff in my way, whenever I need to get it. I get all of my books from there and head right in, sitting at my desk. There’s usually an assigned seating plan and I got so unlucky, ending up sitting next to Zoe on one side and Noreen on the other. At least I have Noreen, though. Zoe is usually reserved and quiet, so it’s better to be sitting next to her than to be sitting with either May and Nina.

Ms. Piacere isn’t here yet, so I get up from my seat and sit next to Eshaan. He was talking to one of his friends but quickly brought all of his attention upon me. ‘Cute’, I thought. At least he’s attentive, unlike some of my past boyfriends. 

“Hi. I saw the note you left at my locker yesterday. Do you really like me like that? I thought it was cute.” I said, almost sarcastically. 

I was interested in him, I just didn’t want him to know that. He can’t be too confident. Give boys an inch, they’ll take a mile. 

“Uh…note? Yeah, I did ask you out. Are you interested in me?” He stuttered out.

Weird. I get the ick when boys start acting all nervous and shy around me. Why was he stuttering? I’m not even that intimidating. 

“Yeah, do you want to hang out after school? We can go to the ice cream place down by the street. Roly Poly Cow? It sells rolled ice cream.” I told him

“Yeah, sure. That works with me. At 4?” He asked. 

I nodded and walked away waving. That was the most awkward conversation ever. I know he’s good looking but I still need someone that I can talk to. I’ll have to see if he was still going to be this much of a wreck at the ice cream parlour. I then saw that Ms. Piacere had walked in, so I knew I needed to sit down in my original seat. Noreen came in and Zoe was already sitting down, while reading some romance book. Never knew she was into those, I thought she’d always been more on the tame side of books. We all sat down at our seats and waited for the instructions from Ms. Piacere to follow.

“As you all know, on the 1st of every month, we change our seating plan and that’s exactly what we will be doing today. Just explaining it so the new student, Hannah can get accustomed to the way our classroom works.” Ms. Piacere explained, while maintaining eye contact with Hannah.

She then started to draw the seating plan on the whiteboard for everyone to see. That’s odd, usually we pick sticks with numbers on them from a cup and have to sit at the assigned desk. As she was writing away, I decided to start collecting my things from my desk so I could move to my new spot, easier. When I finally looked up, I was pissed. All my friends were sitting next to each other and I was in the corner sitting next to some weird guy called Aksel and the quiet girl named Ruby. I haven’t even ever spoken to them before, why would she do this? I understand I might be a bit of a chatterbox, but I shouldn’t be punished for it. It’s not my fault I’m social.

Oh well, I guess it’s not the worst seat ever. Maybe they won’t talk to me and everything will be fine. I walked to my new seat and set my books down with my water bottle. The two were already there, so I greeted them politely. Ms. Piacere assigned an individual maths sheet for us to do, so most of the class was silent. Except for my friends laughing with each other and another group. I turn around and see Eshaan and Nina sitting with each other. 

This teacher really has it out for me. Why would she sit them together? I know Ms. Piacere hates my guts, but to put my date with that bitch? That definitely crossed a line in my book, first she puts all my friends together WITHOUT me, then she puts me with the “weird kids” and finally if all that wasn’t enough, she puts MY date with that pathetic loser. 

“You’re Eshaan, right? Don’t think we have talked before.” I heard Nina ask him. 

He smiled, nodding silently 

“I guess we’re table mates until next month,” She said with a welcoming grin on her face causing him to chuckle.

“Looking forward to it” He replied a bit more enthusiastically than I would like. 

‘Who was he taking out? Me or her?’ I thought, rolling my eyes just imagining him on a date with her. I laughed out loud though I quickly shut up once I saw strange looks, realising I must have looked crazy. I just had to endure this for the rest of class. I finished the maths sheet very easily since that’s another thing I’m good at, I’m a straight-A student. Honestly, I never thought I’d be as popular as I am, seeing as I’m a bit more on the masculine and sporty side, considering all the other things I participate in. Anyways, that's besides the point, he still asked me out, not her. I repeated that in my head as I saw her and him double over laughing over a stupid joke that I couldn't make out. I felt the heat rise in my face as I looked at the two of them.

“He’s not even that funny” I muttered to myself angrily.

I looked over at Ms. Piacere, who placed her hand on Nina’s empty maths sheet as she shook her head in disappointment as she kept a prominent frown on her face. Nina stiffened which caused me to snicker quietly as she nodded slowly. I looked over at Eshaan who had a small frown on his face. I couldn’t believe it as I did a double-take over at him, since that was the first time he had looked remotely sad around her. I’m surprised it isn’t all smiles and giggles, considering they looked so happy around each other.

The teacher then walked away and was doing rounds around the desks to check everyone’s work. I already knew that mine was perfect, so I just relaxed and closed my eyes until I heard her footsteps getting closer to me. First, she checked Ruby’s, which was average at best and then walked over to the kid named Aksel. His maths sheet wasn’t even finished and he would probably get around 30 percent for it. Weird that she skipped me, but she eventually came my way and when she checked mine, of course, it was all right and perfectly done. She seemed annoyed at this fact, but frankly, I couldn’t care less.

“Ms. Piacere, is it possible if I could sit with the rest of my friends, since I’ve finished the maths sheet?” I asked, politely

“No, they are still not done.” She quipped back

“I could help them if they are struggling, plus I have no more work from this class or the others to finish up.” I voiced

“If they need help, they can ask me. You sit here, and you will stay here for the rest of May. You have wonderful seating buddies, ask them if they need help. Don’t make me sit you right between May and Zoe. It is an open desk.” She said

I just nodded silently, far too gone in rage to be able to answer her.

“I’ll post some more worksheets online for you, which you can complete. Practice makes perfect.” She told me, smiling like crazy.

“But there’s only five minutes left of class, how could I finish them in this time?” I asked Ms. Piacere.

“And you will use this five minutes wisely, instead of wasting it while arguing with me! You can see your friends in five minutes during break time!” She yelled at me, causing everyone to look our way.

I nodded and she walked away to her desk, to post the maths sheet for me. What a bitch. I took out my notebook and started practicing some more questions in it, and before you knew it, class was over and it was time for break. I tried collecting my things as fast as I could, not wanting to be in there for a second longer. My friends met me outside, but just while we were going, I felt a hand pull me back. It was Eshaan. 

“Hi?” I questioned. What did he want now?

“Hey, um, I just have something to tell you” He continued once he saw me nod.

“Um, that note that I wrote, yeah, that wasn’t me. I don’t know who put it in there, and I’m really sorry. I still like you, like a lot, I just didn’t want to go on a date without being honest about it first.” He stuttered out.

I was seeing red. I was going to kill someone. I quickly walked away and told him to never speak to me again, not in a sad way, but in an assertive way. I opened my locker and looked at the note. Of course, how could I not see this? No one curls all the ends of the letters and smashes them together like Nina Smith. Oh, she is going to fucking pay for messing with me. 

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Subscribe To My Heart

Read this masterpiece on AO3 at https://ift.tt/tDBT2UP

by Belladonna84

Professor Sakusa Kiyoomi's world as he knew it ended on a dreary Thursday afternoon to the almost perfect sound of the soft rain glazing the windows of his office. His watch read 16:39, and Kiyoomi cursed, so close to escaping his destruction to come. His ruin had arrived, disguised in soft gray sweats and an oversized black hoodie, the shy blonde from his Intro to Western History lecture. It wasn't just the shy smile or the thatch of blonde hair sitting above honey eyes, eyes that slowly sunk into his soul. Nor was it the Kansai-ben that dripped from bee-stung lips. It wasn't even the absolute knowledge that under those soft old clothes laid a body gifted by the gods. Kiyoomi might have survived that. However, to his utter despair and absolute joy, the student standing in front of him, Miya Atsumu, wasn't just some random crush. No. He was KitsuneA , one of the most popular gay cam boys on the internet. He was also Kiyoomi's sugar baby, whom he was scheduled to watch a private performance of in a little over 2 hours.

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Words: 2700, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Haikyuu!!

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: M/M, Multi, Other

Characters: Sakusa Kiyoomi, Miya Atsumu, Miya Osamu, Suna Rintarou, Oikawa Tooru, Iwaizumi Hajime, Ushijima Wakatoshi, Hinata Shouyou, Kageyama Tobio, Komori Motoya, Yachi Hitoka, Tsukishima Kei

Relationships: Miya Atsumu/Sakusa Kiyoomi, Iwaizumi Hajime/Oikawa Tooru

Additional Tags: Slow Burn, Miya Atsumu is a Little Shit, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, How Do I Tag, Alternate Universe - Professors, Age Difference, Professor/Students, Camboy Miya Atsumu, University Student Miya Atsumu, Teacher-Student Relationship, Hidden Relationship

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[ao3feed-ladynoir]

Donna Marinette

Donna Marinette by Snugglebuttkitten

Marinette Dupain-Cheng is a normal girl, with a normal life. A pretty great life, if she did say so herself. Sure, her job was stressful but she was working under THE Gabriel Agreste in a field she had dreamed about working in since she was a little girl. And sure, lately it seemed that her fiancee never had time for her but he was Adrien Agreste. Between modelling and working towards one day taking over his father's company, he was busy. She understood that. And okay, maybe Marinette didn't really have any close friends having always been rather shy and awkward through her formative years so her life basically just consisted of school, work, and watching crappy netflix documentaries while eating even crappier tv dinners because she rarely had the energy to cook after a long day of school and work... but her life was still great and she honestly wouldn't change it for the world! Or so she thinks, until the precarious dominoes of her life start toppling, leaving nothing but pain and bitterness in their wake. So you can't exactly blame her for jumping at the chance to travel to Italy when a mysterious stranger calls with a rather unusual proposition.

Words: 2700, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Miraculous Ladybug

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Categories: Multi

Characters: Marinette Dupain-Cheng | Ladybug, Luka Couffaine, Zoé Lee, Lila Rossi, Adrien Agreste | Chat Noir, Alya Césaire, Nino Lahiffe, Juleka Couffaine, Rose Lavillant, Gina Dupain, Félix (Miraculous Ladybug PV), Tikki, Plagg, Sass

Relationships: Luka Couffaine/Marinette Dupain-Cheng | Ladybug, Adrien Agreste | Chat Noir/Marinette Dupain-Cheng | Ladybug, Marinette Dupain-Cheng | Ladybug & Zoé, Alya Césaire/Nino Lahiffe, Juleka Couffaine/Rose Lavillant, Sabine Cheng/Tom Dupain, Félix Graham de Vanily/Kagami Tsurugi

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe, Alternate Universe - No Powers, Alternate Universe - No Kwamis, Italian Mafia, Organized Crime, Aged-Up Character(s), Lila Rossi Lies, Lila Rossi Bashing, Past Adrien Agreste | Chat Noir/Marinette Dupain-Cheng | Ladybug, Fresh Start, Growing Up, Character Development, Falling In Love, Angst, Fluff and Angst, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Angst with a Happy Ending

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[nomenomens]

Nomen

Chapter XXXI - Sweet

TW : none for now, but please check 'About Nomen' for more informations

WC : around 2700 words

Previous Chapter : They Don't Know You Like I Do

Next Chapter : I Want You To Want Me (side A - side B)

Masterlist

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June 7, Tuesday, 12:49 (present time)

“No regrets” were the words I had decided to live by. It was a promise I had made to myself before anyone else. That was my reason for running towards her place. Not knowing what she wanted to do and her missing my calls made me more uneasy that I wanted to admit. There was no escape from this kind of feeling. I jumped from rooftop to rooftop until I got to her terrace. I was afraid that in the few minutes of my hesitation she would’ve done something stupid, but then I saw her, with her gaze fixed on some kind of book on her desk. Was I being too paranoid? Was she actually safe and I was just expecting the worst without a solid motive? Was I losing my marbles without a cause after all this time fighting? I got closer to her window, open but with an insect screen on, and she finally noticed me. I heard her say something in her native language, judging from her surprised face, she had probably sweared ad me. She opened the insect screen and let me in, without saying another word. She scanned the surroundings before closing it and finally talk to me. 

“Please, tell me you didn’t use the maneuver.”

“I did.”

“Shit. What if someone saw you?”

“Are you worried about your neighbours or Sebastian?”

She walked past me while sighing and sit t at the edge of her bed, signaling me to do the same beside her. I followed her directions and seated at a fair distance from her, looking straight at me, towards her messy library and shelves. I was itching with the urge to bring order to her room, but this wasn’t the time to think about it. 

“Why are you here? We just talked over the phone.”

“You didn’t let me finish and ignored my calls.”

“…So?”

“What do you mean ‘so’? Are you actually dumb?”

“Are you here to insult me?”

“I’m here because I-“

I shut myself before I got to tell her words that could’ve been misleading, like “worried”. I was worried, but what Sebastian said about her having a type and whatnot made me conscious. I cleared my voice before continuing while looking into her eyes. 

“…because I think we need a plan.”

“To do what?”

“You need to know what I said exactly so you can lie better.”

“You didn’t strike to me as a professional liar.”

“I don’t like to lie, but it has its perks when dealing with some other pieces of shit like your butler. Now listen to me.”

As I was explaining the details she froze and look past behind me. I instinctively turned my face to look through the window at my back, but she blocked my movement with both hands, forcing me to look straight into my eyes and whispering.

“Stop me.”

“Wh-“

I couldn’t even finish my sentence or get a grip of the situation that her lips were pressed on mine. I placed my hands on her shoulders to push her back, but then I noticed how she was trembling. She had forced the kiss on me, but with the most gentle and shy touch I had ever experienced, completely different from…him. Erwin could be gentle, but in his gestures there was a sense of confidence that had never made him tremble against me, not even during our goodbyes. I closed my eyes and let myself sink in that new sensation for a brief moment. Why did she suddenly decided to kiss me? What happened behind my shoulders to make her act like that? I realized that with her involved, there were always a million questions without answers. She brushed her fingers against my jawline while interrupting the kiss. She kept her face a few millimeters from mine and whispered.

“W-why didn’t you stop me?”

As much as I wanted to answer, I couldn’t do it. I didn’t have a reason. Maybe I just wanted a human and kind touch after so long. Maybe I wasn’t that surprised by her gesture as she thought I would be. Maybe I wasn’t repelled by her at all. Maybe there was a deeper reason behind all of my senseless worrying for her. Maybe I was pitying her. She took her distance, relaxing her back and letting her hand fell down in the space between us. I let her shoulders go and regained my position. 

“I…don’t know. You surprised me. But why did you…?”

“I saw Sebastian on the terrace. I think he’s gone now. You should go, I’ll take care of this, as I told you before. I’ll talk to you later. Now, if you please…”

She got up without even looking at me and went in front of the window, looking outside, probably to make sure Sebastian wasn’t there anymore. Suddenly I remembered about her fiancée, I think his name was Albert. She probably wasn’t trembling because of me, but because she was doing something she should’t have done from the beginning. I probably had given myself too much credit. I walked towards the door of her room. I was going to go back at the villa, this time walking away as an ordinary human being, without risking to be seen using the maneuver as I did just a few minutes prior. I put my hand on the handle.

“If you need me to clear up things with your fiancée, I’ll help explain the situation, you don’t have to worry.”

I closed the door without waiting for her answer, using more strength than I wished to. 

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“Stop me.”

“Wh-“

I leaned forward and brushed my lips against his, putting more and more pressure as seconds went by. I could feel his gaze on me even with my eyes closed. I didn’t want to force myself on him this way, even if it was just a simple kiss, but that was the only thing my brain could formulate as a solution to take time as soon as I saw Sebastian’s shadow outside the window. I felt his hands over my shoulders and I was ready to feel him pushing me back, but that didn’t happen. I slowly opened my eyes and looked at the Captain’s features from a new perspective. He had never been this close to me before. His sharpe eyebrows were frowning a little, but his expression didn’t seem so troubled as I would’ve expected, as his eyes seemed to be closed without being hardly shut. His face showed no particular emotion: whether he was feeling something good or bad I didn’t have a clue, as if he felt complete indifference towards what was happening. And yet, he was so beautiful. As I released some tension, slowly relaxing my shoulders, I thought I would’ve paid to pass my fingers through his hair, to deepen the kiss and brings us closer, but it wasn’t the right time to do so, even if this was the only occasion I could’ve gained. I checked out with the corner of my eye that Sebastian was gone before reluctantly distancing myself from him. I was selfish enough to let my fingers travel along his cheeks though, a small victory was all I needed. I wanted to apologize, but my lips decided to tell something different, a question so burning and spontaneous I could’t control. 

“W-Why didn’t you stop me?”

He could've stopped me. He should've stopped me. I had even asked him to do so beforehand, so if he decided to let me kiss him, maybe he wasn't grossed out by my action, maybe I could hope it meant something. Before answering, ho took his sweet time looking at me in silence, with a deadpan expression. I tried to scan through the corner of his eyes, his lips, his forehead, just to catch a glimpse of a single emotion to hold on to, but nothing happened. 

“I…don’t know. You surprised me. But why did you…?”

Surprised. That made sense. What else he could’ve felt if not ‘surprise’. I was a fool to even hope our kiss could’ve meant something more. It was improvised and forced upon him too, of course he wouldn’t feel something. On the opposite end, I was burning. My lips were still trembling as they did before, my hands were shaking, itching with the need to feel him again and again. I dismissed him with a few whispered words, before I could say or do something really stupid. I had to think about what to say to Sebastian anyway. As I was catching my breath, looking outside the window, I heard him speak. 

“If you need me to clear up things with your fiancée, I’ll help explain the situation, you don’t have to worry.”

So he remembered Albert. I made a mental note to explain to him better about that situation. Even if the only thing he felt was guilt because of Albert, it would’ve been better to clear the misunderstanding. The door closed loudly and I sighed deeply, turning to go back to my desk. I brought my hand towards my lips, ghosting my fingertips as to replicate his lips’ touch. I blushed to my own action as I felt my heart thump loud against my chest and so I tried to calm it down by patting my hand above it. After a few minutes, a voice interrupted me.

“I never thought you would’ve done it.”

“Me neither.”

Sebastian entered from the window, knowing the trick to open the insect screen from the outside. 

“So, that was why you said we needed to stop?”

“No…I need to focus on my study for real. And even if I wanted to, he simply can’t be the reason why I decided to stop.”

“Why? He seemed invested enough.”

“He wasn’t. I like him, but he doesn’t like me. When he helped me with Akura-Ou I…misinterpreted his actions. I got angry at him and then at myself for being so pathetic. What you saw was just me being stubborn. He came to…tell me about how you were sure I was acting strange and I’ve asked him to…not reveal my confession, but earlier you…”

“You were acting suspicious. You knew I would’ve looked into it.”

“I just didn’t want to admit my weaknesses to you.”

He scoffed while adjusting a lock of my hair behind my ear, after rolling it a few times around his finger, a gesture he used to do a long time ago. He was clearly amused, but I couldn’t properly decipher his intention or thoughts. Was this enough? Should I say something more or be more specific? 

“Silly little girl. You know I already know all of them. I knew you liked him, but I was surprised when he clearly kept your secret this morning. By the way, I can teach you how to seduce him, even if I think he’s more into…let’s say other kind of people. But you did manage to kiss him and somehow he didn’t seemed too repulsed.” 

“I just wanted to thank him but my body moved before I could control myself. Later I’ll go to apologize properly.”

“Oh, yes, I know how impulsive you can be when you are on edge. I could apologize for you if you’re too embarrassed.”

“I have to do it. But then both of us will stay away from him and the squad. Mizuki will be their permanent referent, since he’s gotten close to Hange and we both made it awkward by acting this way.”

“As you wish.”

He kissed my knuckles while looking straight into my eyes. We both knew this gesture was what usually lead us to sex, but I repeated myself I shouldn’t give in, no matter how much I needed to vent at the moment. I couldn’t continue burying my feelings under Sebastian’s body. I pointed at the books laid on my desk to reinforce my next statement.

“…you can go, Seb.”

“Yes, My Lady.”

I just hoped what I said was enough to convince Sebastian. 

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“What’s with your face?”

“What do you mean?”

“You look…weird.”

“Watch it, four-eyes.”

Hange had always been good at noticing things. It was one of her best skills, but sometime it was annoying more than useful. Today was one of those days. 

“Jeez, Levi. You’re not even trying to hide it. Wanna talk about it?”

“No.”

“C’mon!”

“Oi!”

“Okay, okay. I get it. Calm down.”

I actually wanted to speak to someone about my disorganized thoughts, but letting someone, even Hange in, would’ve meant to expose myself. I couldn’t even bear the thought of doing so. 

“Well, if you need me or us, we’ll be in the city. The guys asked for ice cream, again! Can you believe it? Mikasa cries every time we order, but still, she enjoys eating it. You should see Jean, looking at her and…don’t glare at me like that! You should come, too.”

“I can’t today.”

“Can’t? What is it that you must do?”

“Not your business.”

“May I guess?”

“No, you may not.”

“All right. Just so you know, you deserve to have fun. Whether it’s with your squad or anyone else…we’ve suffered all too much. We deserve fun sometimes.” 

I didn’t have time to reply because she was already leaving. She was right, but the sense of guilt was always there, trying to eat me alive. I tried to enjoy the present, but the shadow of death that was impressed inside my being, weighted as a millstone. I went inside my room in the villa. Except for Hange, I was the only one to have a single room all for myself, the other brats of the squad had shared rooms. For some strange reason, I looked over the door next to mine before entering the room. I had noticed before that door was always locked, only Mey-Rin entered every few days to clean inside it. One time I got closer to the cleaning cart she had left just outside the door of that room to look at what kind of cleaning supplies she used. There were tools I didn't even know they existed. As soon as Mey-Rin noticed me, she flinched and dismissed me quickly before closing and locking that door, almost as if she was preventing me to even look inside it. It stirred my curiosity, but since it wasn’t my business, I had just forgotten all about it. 

That was, until later that day. 

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It had been just a few hours from that kiss, but my mind was still refusing to process it. Even so, I went to the villa, leaving my dog Ted free to run in the outside fenced garden, properly surveilled by Mizuki. I knew Hange and the rest of the squad had decided to go out, and Mey-Rin confirmed that the only one who was inside the villa was the Captain. I asked her to go open the room where I would see him, since I didn’t want to impose into his own private room and we needed some privacy to speak without the risk of being overheard. Sebastian was involved with a meeting from one of the activities my brother had left me as inheritance, so I knew there was no risk of him being around. Everything was ready for my announced meeting with the Captain, everything except me. I stood in front of his room for a while, looking at the wooden door, trying to muster up the nerve to knock. Every time I moved my knuckles towards the surface, a sting pierced my stomach. I repeated to myself that I only needed to tell him what I told to Sebastian and go away, but I was afraid. Afraid this would’ve been the last time I could’ve spoken to him, as if we’d ever been something more than allies. I took a deep breath and knocked. After a few seconds he opened the door and the bright light of that early afternoon enveloped all his figure, so much that he looked as an angelic appearance, even with his cold expression. A quote from a song resurfaced into my mind.

“And I will gladly break it, I will gladly break my heart for you.”

I wanted to pinch myself, as I was clearly ranting. Maybe I was starting to process that kiss and that was the reason why my brain was making me remembering those words.

“Miss?”

“S-sorry to disturb you.”

“Not at all. Come in.”

“No.”

He looked at me with an interrogative expression, while leaning on the door's frame, but then answered back. 

“Sorry. I’ve said I wouldn’t cause trouble with your fiancée and then asked you inside my room. I guess it’s not proper.”

I laughed. From what I’ve read about him, I would never picture him talking this way. I remembered I also needed to clear any misunderstanding about Albert. His expression was even more interrogative than before, so I explained. 

“It’s not a matter of what’s proper, it’s just that I wanted to use a safer room. I’ll explain later, I swear. So, could you please follow me, Captain?”

With an expressionless look on his face, he did as I asked.

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Author's note: aaand yes, the kiss is finally here! Some of you may think it's only a peck but we've waited enough for this moment, so I think we can celebrate it. And if I were you, I would look forward to the next chapter too...As always, thank you for reading and see you soon!

P.s. the song is performed by Cigarettes After Sex

[fangzeronos]

Love Lost Birds

This is all @xaphrin‘s fault for getting me to love this ship. Seriously, you guys go read her Shadows series. It’s so damn good! Hope this is enjoyed!

The rainy and hellishly loud nights in Gotham City drove Damian crazy. In his teens, he’d been a Titan, fighting with the people he had come to consider a family. As much as he bitched to Grayson, and even Drake on occasion, Damian missed the Tower. What made the Tower bearable was her. The way her eyes sparkled in silent laughter at something Logan or Reyes would do, the small smiles she would give him, or the way they worked together.

 Then she disappeared, days before her birthday with nothing explaining why or where she was. He’d felt her disappearance before not seeing her, and even knocking on her door before bursting in confirmed the empty feeling in his stomach. He had sat in the dark of her room for over an hour, his fingers around a note he’d never read, her handwriting perfectly done on the front of the envelope.

 He had called every magic user he knew, from Constantine to Zatanna, even in contact with Tala or even Nabu, but none of them could or would locate her. Two years of looking, trying to find his way into side dimensions, or pocket universes, always being rejected and flung back to the cold darkness of the Tower at the mention of her name.

 Retreating back to Gotham and choosing to ignore the Titans worked for a while, but when Kori was around he was forced to talk. Sometimes he despised the Tamaranian, but he could tolerate her for Grayson’s sake.

 “Damian, you know she had to have had a reason to leave,” Kori had said one night on a patrol, her flaming hair sending steam into the air in the rain.

 “Without saying anything? Least of all to you or I? I do not buy it, Starfire. I will not stop until I find her,” Damian said, dropping onto a rooftop and sliding some thanks to a puddle on the roof. He slammed his hand against the wet bricks, anger surging through him. “Why? Why did she leave?”

 Kori landed beside Damian, putting her hand on his shoulder. With his hood over his face, she couldn’t see his eyes, but she knew talking about their missing friend was troubling him and causing him grief. “I don’t know, Damian. I don’t have the answer you’re looking for. I wish I did, but…she never confided in me her reason to leave,” she said.

 Damian growled, shaking Kori’s hand off as the sound of sirens pierced the thundering skies. He jumped off of the roof, thankful for the distraction.

 Deciding to hell with the city, Damian returned to the Batcave, tugging his cape off and pulling his domino mask off at the same time. He changed out of his suit, hanging it to let it dry. “Four months of rain in this godforsaken city. I am starting to wish Freeze would just ice it over and be done with us.” He started for the stairs to the library, deciding to walk to clear his head.

 “Master Damian, you know that is not a thing to wish,” Alfred said, looking at the young man as he turned in his chair from the computer. “Oh, Master Damian. You received a message from a Jaime Reyes."

 Damian froze, turning back to Alfred. “Reyes? What does the Beetle want with me?” he asked. He stepped off of the stairs, heading to the computer. “What was the message, Pennyworth?”

 Alfred handed Damian a sheet of paper with Jaime’s message on it.

 “Hey, Damian,

 It’s been a long time, and I’m sorry we never got in touch with you in the last few years. Dick said it’d be easier to message Alfred to get to you. You may want to sit down before you keep reading, because you’re going to collapse if you don’t. Sitting down? Good.

 She’s back. She’s been back two days, and she asked us to wait two days to contact you in case she had to go again. She wants to see you, amigo. How quickly can you make it back here? Let me know.

 Jaime”

 Damien’s blood ran cold, sinking into a chair as his knees gave out on him. She couldn’t have been back. He’d have felt it. He’d have felt her again. They were so attuned to each other, he’d have known. “Thank—” he started, his voice thick with emotions. He swallowed the lump in his throat, licking his lips softly. “Thank you, Alfred.” Forcing himself out of the chair, he took the elevator to the library, heading for his room.

 Once alone, he set Jaime’s note on the desk before opening a drawer, taking the letter out, his fingers tracing the letters on the envelope. Sitting on the floor, Damian turned the envelope over and broke the seal, his heart hammering his ribs. Pulling the slightly yellowing paper out, he unfolded it and started reading.

 “My Damian.

 I can hear you yelling at Dick and Kori about where I am. Just know that I’m safe so that you all stay safe too. Please don’t hate me for leaving. It’s something I had to do in order to keep Earth safe from my father. I have to go to Azarath, learn from the Monks and hopefully find a way to stop Trigon for good.

 If I know you, you’ll look at this envelope and say that I’m coming back soon and that I’ll be there quick, and you won’t open this until you know I’m home. I don’t know how long this will take, but I hope that you find peace after my leaving. I have loved every minute we’ve spent together, from carnivals and busting up bad guys to just quiet nights watching the rain or fireworks in one of our rooms. I don’t have enough time to write out everything I wanted to say to you, and I hope that once this is over I can say them face to face.

 We’re both going to be different people when we meet again, Damian. I hope you forgive me for not telling you I was leaving, but you’d have insisted on coming with me or protesting and try to get me to stay. I wish I could stay, but doing that would endanger the world, and I can’t lose you.

 I’ll see you again. Just know that, even though I never said it before, and reading it in a letter is not the right way to say it the first time, I love you, Damian. I always will.

 Love,

 Raven”

 The letter was marked with a kiss, the same shade of lipstick Raven would wear in her suit. “Raven…” Damian closed his eyes, taking a shaky breath as he pressed the letter to his forehead, drawing his knees up. He sighed, feeling like a weight was lifted off of his chest and dropped into his stomach. Looking up as a knock sounded on the door, Damian got up, wiping his eyes.

 “What?” he asked, sitting on the edge of the bed.

 Bruce opened the door, looking at his son. “Damian? Are you alright? Alfred said you were less bitchy then usual after patrol.”

 Damian nodded, explaining about Jaime’s letter and finally opening Raven’s. “I’ll take the jet to San Francisco, meet up with the Titans again. If Raven really is back…I have to go, Father.”

 Bruce nodded, putting his hand on Damian’s shoulder. “I’ll make sure it’s fueled and ready for you for in the morning. We can cover Gotham until you get back.”

 Damian nodded, sighing softly. “What if this all goes to hell?” he asked. “Raven and I? I…I don’t think I could handle losing her again, Father.”

 Bruce smiled softly, sitting on the edge of the bed beside his son. “If you love someone, you’ll fight to keep them. When you found out she disappeared, I got a continuous stream of calls from Jason Blood, Zatanna, Constantine, Doctor Fate, even people like Tala, Black Adam, and Faust saying you were desperate to find Raven. You spent two years trying to find her, and if that isn’t love, Damian, I don’t know what is.”

 Damian looked at the letter, shaking his head softly. “I had the answer in my possession the entire time, but I never opened this. I thought if I did, she’d be gone for good. The fact that she’s back, after four years…? I don’t want to lose her again.”

 “Then don’t,” Bruce said. “When you see her, you talk. You find out how she’s been, what she’s been doing, tell her what you’ve been doing and how you’ve been. Then you work for your future together.”

_____________________ Leaving before dawn the next morning, Damian sighed to himself as he flew the Batwing toward San Francisco. After eleven hours in the cockpit, thankful he’d had Alfred’s meals to keep him company as well as a book from Grayson, the Titans Tower came into view.

 “Batwing to Titans Tower. Requesting permission to land.”

 “Like you gotta ask, Birdboy! Lighting up the roof!” Garfield’s voice said.

 “Thank you, Garfield,” Damian said, shutting the communication line back off before flying down and landing on the illuminated helipad, shutting the engines off as the landing struts hit the concrete. He opened the cockpit and grabbed his bag and trash, jumping down and letting it close up before he jogged across the rooftop and walked through the door.

 Walking into the main living room of the Tower, Damian was hit with the sounds and sights he’d been missing for over four years. Garfield and Jaime were playing games on the massive wall length television, Tim was on the computer and looked like he hadn’t slept in a week. He was the first to look over and see Damian.

 “Hey, man,” Tim said, getting up and shaking Damian’s hand. “Good flight?”

 “Alfred’s cooking and a book made it more bearable. If I admitted how nervous I was the entire way, none of you would believe me,” Damian said. “Where’s--?”

 “Her room,” Tim said. “Asked us to tell you and leave you two be, and only to come running if one of you stormed out and disappeared.”

 “Glad to see everyone still listens to her,” Damian said. “Thank you.”

 “Good to see you, Damian,” Tim said with a genuine smile.

 Damian smiled a little, waving to Garfield and Jaime before heading for his room. He didn’t even pay attention to where he was going, his feet on autopilot before he ended up at his door. He pushed the door open and tossed his bag on the bed, pulling his mask off and changing into civilian clothes before he walked out, sighing as he headed down the hallway. Making his way to Raven’s room, the ethereal raven emblem on the wall. Reaching his hand up to knock, the door slid open.

 “You don’t have to knock,” Raven’s voice said, a light turning on and illuminating the room. She was floating over her bed, cloak on the mattress and her legs crossed in her usual pose. Her hair was longer and drawn into a ponytail, her cloak the same but in white, and she’d lost the leggings, leaving her bare legs to the elements.

 “It’s polite,” Damian said, walking in and letting the door shut behind him. “Especially after not seeing someone for four years.”

 Raven nodded, floating down before letting her feet land on the floor. “You never read the letter, did you?” she asked, meeting Damian halfway in the room.

 “Not until last night,” Damian said softly. “If I read it…it would have made it permanent in my mind. I thought if I didn’t read it, I’d wake up and you’d be here. But every day for a year, that dream was always shattered. I couldn’t stand it after two years, moving back to Gotham and leaving all of this behind.”

 Raven smiled softly, putting her hand on Damian’s cheek softly. “I thought about you all the time,” she said. She watched him close his eyes and lean into her touch, the tough as nails Grandson of the Demon turning into a gentle giant around her like he always did. “Never went a day without hoping you were okay or thinking about a rainstorm and sitting here watching the lightning, tea in our hands.” She reached down and took his hands, feeling his warmth spread through her. “I missed you.”

 “I missed you,” Damian said softly, squeezing Raven’s hands. “Four years and nine months, Raven. Four years I wondered if I’d done something to you, something to make you leave without explaining. I thought you hated me.”

 “Never,” Raven said, shaking her head. “I could never hate you, Damian. I left to keep you safe. You and the other Titans. When my eighteenth birthday came, I woke up with a burning on my skin. I knew exactly what it was, and I knew I didn’t have time to explain. I’d written that letter the night before, knowing you’d find it the next day. I packed and left the minute I’d woken up. The burning was my father’s mark, signaling the day arrived I was supposed to destroy the world.”

 Damian sighed softly. He didn’t know why, but he stepped forward and wrapped his arms around Raven’s waist, pulling her toward him. He felt her arms go around his neck, and he buried his nose against her shoulder, the familiar scent of jasmine and lavender filling his senses. “Don’t leave me again,” he said. “Please.”

 “Never,” Raven said softly, tightening her arms and closing her eyes. “Four years was long enough without you.” She smiled, holding tightly to Damian.

 After a few minutes, the pair stepped back, Damian putting his hand on Raven’s cheek. “You were right about one thing.”

 “Just one?” Raven asked with an amused smirk, cocking an eyebrow.

 Damian rolled his eyes and smiled softly. “The letter. Reading it on a page isn’t the same as hearing it,” he said. “I love you, Raven. I always have, and the last four years have been torture on my heart, not knowing if you were dead or alive, or even if you were safe. I’d gotten so used to feeling you around me, that when you disappeared I was empty. I was never satisfied or happy without that connection. Nothing I did filled that hole in my chest.”

 Raven smiled, putting her hand on Damian’s and turning her head softly, kissing his palm. “I know,” she said. “I wish I had explained before abandoning you for Azarath.” She took his hand and intertwined their fingers, enjoying his warmth against her skin. “I love you, too. I won’t leave you behind again. Not ever.”

 Damian smiled softly, leaning forward and kissing Raven, pulling her against him again and looping his arm around her waist. “Good,” he growled lowly, his tone sending a shiver through Raven’s spine that settled in her hips. “You do, I will not stop until I find you and I will punish you.”

 Raven kissed Damian back, her chest heaving from the force of the kiss and his threat of punishing her. “Mm…what did you learn in four years?” she asked with a smirk, backing up toward the bed before sitting down, watching him stalk forward.

 “You’ll have to find out,” Damian said, leaning down and kissing Raven again before she pulled him onto the bed, flipping him to pin him to the mattress. “Gotten stronger, my love.”

 Raven smiled, straddling Damian’s hips before leaning down and kissing him again, threading her fingers through his. “I also learned some new ways to play with my magic. Nights on Azarath got very boring,” she said, grinding her hips against Damian’s slowly, cocking an eyebrow as she teased him.

 Damian laughed, looking up at Raven. “Well. Looks like we’ve both got some new experiences to share with each other.”

 “That we do,” Raven said, kissing Damian.

 Neither Damian or Raven knew what the future would hold for either of them, but as long as they were together, they knew they could face whatever demons, both figurative or literal, that came their way.

[ro-is-struggling]

Hi hi, can you write James Potter with “Now I accidentally know that you're in love with me too, oops, baby, I love you” (Oops by Little Mix) please, please?

The reader is a little bit flirty and has a crush on James. And one day the reader found out that James has a crush on/is in love with them and then they start to flirt with him and he likes 😳😳😳😳😳 (bc they were never flirting with him before and they're so shy to flirt with him) this James is a little bit shy uhhhh. Fluff please, thank you🙇

Hi! I loved this concept so much but I suck at flirting so idk if I I did it justice. I tried my best so I hope you like it anyways! It's really fluffy so I hope that will balance it out

Oops || James Potter x Reader

Summary: You've had a crush on James since the first time you saw him but never said anything for fear of being rejected. Until one day you accidentally overheard a conversation between the marauders that changed everything.

Based on prompt 58. from this prompt list: “Now I accidentally know that you're in love with me too, oops, baby, I love you” (Oops by Little Mix)

Warnings: fluff, mutual pining, James is kinda shy on this one, reader has a flirty personality or at least I tried to make her be that way, I think that all but if I missed anything let me know!

English is not my first language!

Word count: 2700+

You had been struggling to complete the Transfiguration assignment for hours now. It was your last remaining unfinished assignment and you were beginning to regret putting it off until last. It was a long essay and you were beginning to doubt that you had enough time to finish it. You closed the book in front of you with more force than necessary, visibly frustrated and tired from all the reading. You leaned back against the back of the couch as you thought about what excuse you could give McGonagall so she wouldn't scold you for not turning in the essay on time. You hated it when she scolded you. As stupid as it sounded, she was one of your favorite teachers and you didn't like disappointing her. But you really didn't feel mentally capable of reading another page. 

Just when you were about to give up, opting to fake your death to get out of handing in your paper, the solution to all your problems presented itself in the Gryffindor common room. The marauders settled into one of the armchairs opposite you, laughing amongst themselves about who knows what. Your eyes lingered on James for a moment, admiring his beautiful smile illuminated by the light from the fireplace. Your heart raced as you watched him arrange his hair, fighting the long uncontrollable strands to shape it. You loved his hair and loved watching him run his fingers through it, but right now you had more important things to do. So you took your eyes off him against your will and stood up from your seat to approach them. Sirius had his back to you and you took the opportunity to hang onto his back, wrapping your arms around his shoulders and resting your head next to his.

"Hey gorgeous!" you greeted him in a flirtatious tone."Please tell me you did the transfiguration essay."

"You haven't done your homework, Y/N? That's bad, McGonagall is going to be very disappointed in you" he mocked you with a fake tone of disapproval.

"I know! That's why I'm asking the smartest and cutest student in all of Hogwarts for his help."

"Mmmm I don't know, darling. What if Minnie finds out and fails us both. I don't know if it's worth it."

"Come on, Sirius! I'm not gonna be that stupid. I'm not copying your homework I just need a little help to finish mine, that's all" you tried to convince him, even though you knew he would help you eventually. This was all part of his fun. "I'll owe you one. You can ask me whatever you want and I'll do it" you added in a suggestive tone. You were just playing along. You two were good friends, but nothing more. Your heart belonged to another marauder, one who wore glasses and was looking at you strangely. Was it annoyance you saw in his eyes? Perhaps a hint of jealousy? You weren't sure and you didn't have time to find out now.

"Whatever I want, huh? Are you that desperate?" he asked, amused.

"You have no idea" you answered with honesty. "So do we have a deal or not?" Sirius nodded and you planted a noisy kiss on his cheek before releasing him so he could look for his homework among the thousands of messy parchments he had in his backpack. When he found it, he handed it to you, making some clarifications, which you listened to attentively as you scanned the parchment in your hands. "Thank you, thank you, thank you!" you exclaimed happily, giving him a quick hug. "You're the best, I love you."

You didn't give him time to answer you before you ran off to get your stuff and rushed upstairs to lock yourself in your room to get your damn homework done. You heard him laugh and mumble something as you walked away, but you were too excited to pay attention to him. Luckily for you your roommates hadn't come up yet, leaving you with the room all to yourself. You sat on your bed, propping up everything you needed to start working. 

You read Sirius's essay a couple of times, mentally organizing what you would take from it to add to your paper and the words you would use so that it wouldn't be obvious that you were copying yourself. When you had a general idea of how to structure your essay, you grabbed your feather to start writing before the ideas escaped your mind. But then you realized you were missing your quill. You looked all over the room for it with no luck, so you came to the conclusion that you had forgotten it in the common room. Annoyed by your clumsiness, you went downstairs once more hoping that no one had taken it by mistake. You walked at a hurried pace, desperate to get back to your room to finish your homework. 

However, your feet stopped dead in their tracks at the bottom step of the stairs when you heard your name being mentioned in the conversation the marauders were having.

"I don't get it, if you like Y/N so much then why don't you ask her out?" you heard Sirius speak with a frustrated tone. Your eyebrows rose to your hairline in surprise, and you perked your ears to hear the conversation better. You knew it was wrong, you weren't supposed to be hearing those things. But curiosity was stronger than you. You wanted to know who was the marauder who seemed to fancy you.

"Because she doesn't feel the same way and I'm gonna end up making a fool of myself."

Your heart skipped a beat at the sound of James' voice. You stood completely paralyzed for a moment as your brain tried to process the information it had just received. James Potter, the boy you had been pining for over the past two years, the owner of your heart, had a crush on you. It couldn't be real. This had to be part of a dream. You began to wonder if maybe you had fallen asleep while reading for Transfiguration and this was all a product of your imagination. But as the conversation progressed, you realized it was all real.

"You don't know that, James," Remus encouraged him in a soft voice."She might feel the same way."

"Are you kidding me? She likes Sirius, it's obvious."

"Me!? She doesn't like me!"

"Then why does she keep flirting with you?"

"Because that's just the way that she is. She flirts with everybody, it's not that serious."

"No she doesn't. She never flirts with me."

James wasn't wrong. You never flirted with him, but it wasn't because you didn't feel anything for him. On the contrary, you were afraid of being too obvious. It was easy to flirt with Sirius or Remus or any other boy at Hogwarts because you didn't feel anything for them. But James... He was different. He had captured your heart from the first time you talked to him, joking around in first year Charms class. He was the only boy you really cared about, the only one you wanted to share your life with and create a future with. But you didn't know if he felt the same way about you and you were afraid to find out, so you had kept your crush hidden. 

But now everything was different. Listening to that conversation was wrong, but at least now you had confirmation that he had feelings for you too. James liked you and was sad that you didn't flirt with him. And that was something you could easily change.

The days that followed were spent correcting your mistake. You started with simple things, giving James smiles when your eyes met, winking flirtatiously at him, and creating situations that would lead to "accidental touches" between the two of you. You tried to be subtle so it wouldn't be so obvious that you were flirting with him, but even that seemed to throw him off. He looked at you with surprised eyes and flushed cheeks every time you smiled at him, and that only encouraged you to continue. He looked adorable, but as much as you loved his shyness, you were starting to get impatient. You thought that maybe showing interest in him would help him come out of his shell and encourage him to make a move on you, but with each passing day James seemed to become even more shy. It was strange considering that in every other area of his life he was anything but shy. So you decided to take it a step further in the hopes that it would help speed things up.

"Is this seat taken, pretty boy?"

James lifted his eyes from his spell book to look at you with a surprised expression, as if he didn't expect to hear those words coming out of your mouth. It took him a few seconds to answer you, his brain struggling to form a coherent thought after hearing you use that nickname on him. "N-no, no" he mumbled with flushed cheeks.

"Mind if I sit then?"

"No, go ahead" he was quick to say, shaking his head frantically. You gave him a smile and settled in the chair next to him, pulling your spell book out of your backpack to get ready for class.

"But I was going to sit with James," you heard Peter mutter under his breath, before being shushed by Sirius, who pushed him towards the desk in the back.

Class started not long after that, interrupting you before you could continue with your plan. However, you didn't let that stop you, getting a little too close to James to ask him any questions and pretending not to understand the position you had to hold your hand in when it came to doing the spell Professor Flitwick had told you to practice. Your skin tingled under the touch of his fingers as he helped you place your wrist in the correct position. Your eyes never left his profile, admiring his face and the light tint of pink on his cheeks.

"I need your help with something" you said suddenly, taking advantage of the fact that the whole class was distracted by the spell that no one seemed to be able to perform correctly.

"Oh really? With what?" he asked you curiously, looking away from his wand to focus on you.

"It's about something personal, but I desperately need a second opinion."

"Okay, you piqued my interest. I'm all ears."

"It’s about a guy that I like," you began, your eyes never leaving his face."He's the cutest and funniest guy I know, the only one that can make me feel nervous when he's around."

"Do I know this guy?"

You smiled. "Yes, you know him very well." James' gaze dropped to the floor in sadness, convinced you were referring to Sirius. He didn't want to hear you confess your love for his best friend, but it was too late to back out now, so he remained silent. "Anyway, I had a crush on this guy for so long, but I never had the courage to tell him about it" you continued, hoping that as you explained yourself he would be able to take your hint. "That was until a couple of days ago. I accidentally heard him talking with his friends about me and he kind of admitted to having feelings for me too. The problem is that he doesn't do anything about it."

James looked at you with a subtle frown on his face as he tried to remember a time when the Marauders had had a similar conversation. So far he had been pretty sure that you were talking about Sirius, but he couldn't remember a time when he had confessed to him that he had feelings for you. And unless he had been talking to other friends about feelings he kept hidden even from the marauders, James was beginning to doubt it was him. But if it wasn't Sirius, then who was it?

"I've been trying to get his attention" you said, snapping him out of his thoughts. "But he doesn't seem to take the hint. Do you think I should be up front and talk to him about it or should I wait for him to make the first move?"

"Well" he said, struggling to find his voice. There was something about the way you looked at him that felt different. A special sparkle in your eyes that threw him off, but in a good way if that made any sense. "If you really like this guy I think you should just talk to him." James tried to ignore how ironic it was that he was giving you that advice when he didn't follow it himself. His friends had grown tired of repeating those words to him every time he talked about you, but he never listened to them, always finding excuses to keep his feelings for you hidden.

"You thinking so?"

"Yeah, I mean why not? You said you already know he likes you so there's nothing to lose."

"You're right. Thanks, James" you said with an innocent smile.

"Don't mention it" he muttered, returning his attention to the class. He couldn't help but feel a little hurt at thinking that he had practically thrown the girl of his dreams into the arms of another boy, but despite the sadness he knew he had done the right thing. It wasn't his place to get in the way of your life and happiness.

"Hey, James" he heard your voice once again. He loved the way you said his name so even though he felt like crying he turned to see you anyway, charmed by your beautiful voice. "I was wondering if you would like to go out with me sometime."

Your words left him completely shocked. Were you asking him out? No, it couldn't be true. You had just confessed to him that you were in love with someone else. Someone he knew very well and who also had feelings for you…

Suddenly the conversation he had had with his friends in the Gryffindor common room resurfaced in his head, the dialogue replaying in his mind over and over again. He had admitted out loud that he was in love with you that time. Could that be the conversation you were referring to? 

James didn't have time to keep on wondering, because a sharp kick from Remus–who was sitting behind him and apparently listening to the conversation–brought him back to reality.

"Uumm yeah, yeah I'd like that" he finally mumbled, fighting the blush on his cheeks.

"Great!" you exclaimed with a smile. "And just so you know, I never flirted with you because I was scared it would be too obvious that I liked you."

"Y-you like me?" he said as if he still couldn't believe what he was hearing.

"Yes, James I like you. A lot, actually" you replied with a chuckle. "And I kinda accidentally heard you say that you like me too, so I thought it was time to do something about it// we did something about it."

"Well, normally I'd say it's wrong to listen to other people's conversations, but this time I'm glad you did," he said with a smile that quickened your pulse.

"Oops, my bad" you faked innocence. "In my defense, you guys were being loud."

You burst out laughing, earning curious looks from the students around you and a scolding from the teacher, but you didn't care. At that moment only the two of you existed. You had both individually fantasized so much about the day when you would finally dare to express how you felt about each other that now that it had happened it seemed to be part of a dream. It was hard to keep your composure in class when all you wanted to do was scream and jump for joy at finally discovering that your feelings were reciprocated. 

"We could go to Hogsmeade together this weekend" proposed James, remembering the excursion he had marked on the calendar for weeks.

"I'd like that."

"Any place in particular you would like to go to?"

"Not really," you muttered with a shrug. "Being there with you is more than enough."