#just something nice that i wrote before going to sleep after totally fucking myself up at my training

[lenciquest]

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*whispers mysteriously* uhhm... even if you have trouble going easy on yourself sometimes, your f/o will never mock you for it or think that you're weak willed... and er... you know, they will actually be all for assisting you on such a tough journey as learning to forgive yourself as you always do with others... they will remind you to take breaks, teaching you that not feeling completely dry doesn't mean that you don't need one yet... they will make sure that you don't forget to eat a nice meal on time and drink plenty of water, reassuring you to not feel guilty for it... when you're studying or working they are going to check in on you from time to time to make sure that you're not straining yourself... just sayin'...

[itsjaywalkers]

Hiii, how was your day Laurie? Soo you're one of my favorite people on here and I wanted to ask someone for a lil advice and you were the first person that popped up in my head. I've been working on a little microfic for some time and it's such a small little thing of 500 words and I want to post it but every time I try I get extremely insecure and anxious about it. I never posted anything before and I'm just like, what if what if what if..How do you get over that fear? I love writing and I want to engage more in the fandom but I'm just so scared, and also so self-conscious about my English, which is not my first language

hiii nonnie!! u sent this yesterday and yesterday was Awful, one of the worst shifts i've had in a while (it was bank holiday..). i started at 9 bc i was in the open i didn't get my break until 4:30pm??? and only bc i was about to pass out from both stress and hunger. it was Shit but it ended nicely and today should be a lot more chill!! hopefully!!

how was yours tho babe?? or how it's going so far??

please i'm blushing and smiling so hard, it's always so sweet when any of u tell me my blog or ME in general is one of ur favs in tumblr.. it's also a bit . nervewracking when u guys come to me for advice bc i feel like i'm the least qualified person in the world and i'm also scared of fucking up. but it's such an honour too!! i just hope that i can actually be of help <3

in my experience, u never truly get over that fear/anxiousness. it's been years for me atp (not in this fandom specifically), of . sharing my writing on social media . and i still get nervous and hesitant and second-guess myself every step of the way. i can't even count how many times i've posted a snippet and i've wanted to delete it right after. and with actual fics is even worse. i have this habit of always posting/updating very late at night and going straight to sleep to avoid thinking about it or seeing anyone's reactions/opinions

since this is something i can't seem to ever get rid of, my advice is to just . go for it . do it scared . which i'm aware fucking sucks and it makes the whole process a lot harder but . deep down u know u wanna share it, u want people to read it and u want to engage with the fandom as an author. focus on the side of u that is excited and happy about what u wrote!! the fear is still there, and it may always be, but it's not the emotion that actually matters here. if u still don't seem able to, ask someone to press the post button for u!! or maybe program it to post a few days later so u forget about it until u suddenly see it on ur dash!!

and i totally feel u on being extra insecure bc english isn't ur first language, i've been there and . i still am . i'm always scared i don't sound natural enough, or even right enough. i feel like all my writing is filled with . errors and mistakes . but honestly the fact that u managed to write 500 words in a language that isn't yours is already impressive enough and u should be proud of yourself!! people are gonna appreciate it more than u can imagine, and also, the way u write in english or use it is always gonna be so different from a native speaker's for obvious reasons and that's so fucking beautiful. some of my fav fanfics are written by ppl who didn't have english as a first language bc they have a way to approach it that i've never seen anywhere else and it's fucking magical

and ur english is absolutely perfect, just btw

i wish u the best of luck and i'm sending u a big hug, i can't waittttt to read that microfic (i'm hoping i'll be able to somehow)

<333

[the-navistar-carol]

Okayokayokayokay. My weird-ass dream that @zee-has-commitment-issues has been wanting me to share with y’all. And since there is legitimately no way I can softball my way up to this: this was a dream where i was August’s love interest.

Yes, you heard that right.

(Would it be self-incrimination if I said that I genuinely liked August as a character [not as a person] for most of the show so far? Perhaps. Zee and our golden retriever friend thought I was insane when I pointed at him and was like “yeah that one.” Anyway.)

This dream took place within an hour, MAX, because this was after I woke up from my 8 AM alarm that I didn’t need, told Siri to set a timer for an hour, and went back to sleep. Honestly, it adds to the weird factor.

I don’t know what kind of a dream I was having before this one, but I know that I was having one. I can remember vague aesthetics of what was going on, like running around this church looking building, but I don’t remember what was in the dream. Either way, dream-me was wandering around this church building — completely alone — and that’s when the dream changes.

Because that’s when August showed up.

At first, I was very confused — in the dream, I remember thinking to myself “hey, why am I the one with the Young Royals setting? isn’t that Zee’s thing?” — but I roll with it, because it’s a dream. He says hi, we have a little chat, and that’s when it hits me.

Oh, this must be Malte. This must be his actor. I must be on the set for Hillerska, there’s no way I’m actually dreaming about August of all characters. How do I know this?

Because he was nice.

And so I carry on with the dream, thinking he’s Malte. He gives me a little tour of the church, and then we go outside. There are tons of people there, just walking around and having a good time. Internally, I’m thinking “wait a minute, if the cameras are rolling, I’m going to be in Young Royals and I’m not supposed to be there. What the fuck, am I about to be in Young Royals???”

But August — Malte — says nothing. So I go with it. Eh, maybe he’s leading me off set. That’s gotta be it. We talk about things, I don’t remember what, but again: he was very nice. Like, legitimately. Never got angry at me, never was anything less than an absolute blast to be around and get to know. It felt like I already knew him. Which is — since at the time I thought I was dreaming about a Swedish actor — VERY WEIRD.

Some time along this portion of the dream — since I still think it’s Malte — I tell him about Screwed. I mentioned Zee, how they’re my best friend, and how they wrote the fourth longest Young Royals fic on Ao3!!! I barely mentioned the plot other than “it’s an Erik Lives AU,” which is honestly probably for the better. This is not the weirdest part of my dream.

Anyway, as we’re walking along this grassy path, the scenery changes. It’s like we’re walking to a city. And that’s when the dream began to change, too. I began noticing people who were noticeably glaring at Malte — no, this is August now — although I didn’t see Wille. I did see Simon, though, or at least I thought I did. ‘Twas a very quick glance. We were walking through neighborhoods, and although I did ask him what was going on, I believe his response was something along the lines of “it’s okay.”

We get to this… airport turnstile?? area? which August just walked right through, but I paused at because they had cheese and crackers. I took a cracker and the boy who had the platter looked at me weird, so I also took a mini wheel of cheese. (I want that cheese. Now.) August had waited for me, so I caught up, and we kept walking. I was getting pretty nervous, so I asked again what was happening, and again he reassured me that it was okay.

And then someone pulls him away for questioning, and for some reason Captain America and Daredevil followed them into the room, and I was left alone. No I do not know why they were there. Total tone change from the rest of the dream. I guess Young Royals exists in the MCU, though. Wack.

So I’m left standing outside the door, where I had just seen my friend (I’m calling him a friend to my dream self at this point) be taken in for questioning, and I’m wondering if it has anything to do with The Video. Nobody says anything to me, though.

At least, until Stella of all people (with like three friends) pulls up in a car and tells me to get in. She was not driving, she had a driver. I would not trust Stella on the road, and apparently neither did my dream. Anyway. I really only remember two things from this bit, which was that Stella had a custom AirPods case that made it look like her AirPods were jewelry in a jewelry box, and that apparently she knew me before. And that I somehow had a reputation in her mind for having really dry skin. I was given lotion.

I was dropped off at this mansion looking house with a fountain and then my timer went off. All in all, weird-ass dream.

ADDENDUM: Zee has suggested that I write a fic where I give August a love interest because of this. I might. But it will have to be after I finish Aftershocks.

[sunshineseung]

Journal Part 1 // Jeongin

🍄 | genre: smut ☁️ | pairing: Yang Jeongin x female!reader 🌿 | wc: 2.8k 🌸 | includes: milf!reader x babysitter!college student!virgin!jeongin, invasion of privacy (not the cardi b album), smut within the smut??? [handjob, begging, “mommy”], mentions of voyeurism, light dom/sub themes, “mommy” kink, teasing, stripping, blowjob/oral (m!receiving), no swallowing

☀️ | synopsis: Yang Jeongin babysits your two children, and he’s always been the most polite boy you’ve ever met. Unfortunately for him, he leaves his secret journal at your house one evening, and your curiosity got the better of you.

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Being a single mother was never in your plans. After your husband left you with two kids, your world nearly fell apart. You went from being a stay-at-home mother to working two jobs. The daycare took care of your dayshift, but your night shifts were harder to arrange a babysitter for. That is until you offered the position to your next-door neighbor’s son. They complained about how he was in desperate need of a job, being in his first year of college with no work history. Your offer was perfect for them, and Jeongin was happy to fill the position. He was always the nicest kid, and you could see his eyes light up at the idea of working for you, or more likely, at the concept of getting paid. 

He’d come over to your house at 5:00pm, book bag on his back, ready to do homework while he watched your kids play. Your two daughters were quick to warm up to him, and the rest is history. He was the best babysitter you could ask for, and even if you had to stay late at work, he was always understanding. Jeongin was a perfect kid with good grades and a good heart, and you’d always see him writing in a journal. When you asked him about it, he’d say he’s “writing a story for class.” It was always the same excuse, day after day. You paid no mind, more worried about the status of your kids after you’ve left them with a teenager for hours. 

Jeongin was very protective of his special journal. It was just a regular composition book, but whatever he wrote in it was sacred to him. He’d hide it from you when you walked by and hold it close to his face as he wrote. Whatever he wrote was his little secret, but if it’s for a class like he said, it can’t be that terrible, right?

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Returning home from a late shift, you see Jeongin settled on the couch, sleeping with his phone in his hand. His head was back and his mouth was wide open, snoring loudly. You nudge him to wake him up, but he doesn’t budge. All you can do is scoff at him and check on your daughters in their room just as sound asleep as their babysitter. Going back to the living room, Jeongin’s turned to his side, snoring quieter than before. You sit right at his feet and get comfortable, kicking your feet up on the coffee table and turning on the TV. When your heel lands on the table, you kick over Jeongin’s journal, the book falling to the ground and opening to a blank page. 

Your eyes dart to Jeongin and back at the book, and you’re mentally debating whether or not to look through it. You’ve hardly talked to the boy aside from a few conversations about school in a “back in my day” type dialogue. This would be a major invasion of privacy, but there’s no way it’s a diary. He writes in it constantly, how would it be a diary? 

You pick up the notebook, looking at the cover that read “Yang Jeongin Journal 1” on the title lines. Skipping to the one of the first few pages, you read a couple lines, which turns into reading a paragraph, and later an entire page. The more you read, the more you begin to understand why he hid it from you while boldly writing in front of you. Your jaw hangs slack as your eyes glaze over the lewd words written on the page. Your mind is blown imaging the sweet boy Jeongin imagining these scenarios, especially when you realize that you’re the other character. 

Her hand feels like heaven wrapped around my cock, stroking me up and down as I quickly become breathless from the sensation. She looks into my eyes, staring me down like a predator watching her prey. Her touch quickly becomes overwhelming as my dick starts to twitch in her hand, begging to cum despite her only beginning to play with me. I thrust into her hand, hips quaking as I seat myself again. “Please let me cum, mommy.” Y/n laughs and nods her head, lowering her lips to my cock, ready to catch my release on her gorgeous face.

Seeing your name on the paper makes your heart jump. All of these dirty thoughts that Jeongin pens in his journal are about you. As you shuffle through the pages, your name is practically highlighted to your eyes. Every few pages, there’s a description of your body or what you wear, occasionally an imagine of you undressing in your bedroom window that happens to face Jeongin’s bedroom. Although you always keep your curtains shut, Jeongin’s writing describes him hoping that you leave your curtains open to put on a show for him, undressing slowly until you notice Jeongin jerking off in the house across the fence. 

You slam his journal shut. You’ve seen enough. Laying it down on the table as it was before, you attempt to calm yourself and watch the TV you’ve been craving to watch since you got off work. Despite your best efforts, your mind begins to wonder to Jeongin, sleeping quietly beside you, and how ecstatic he’d be if you’d reenact some of the scenes he wrote in his special journal. 

Jeongin groans and stretches, finally waking up from his nap. You tap his leg to signal that you’re home, and he nearly jumps out of his skin feeling you near him. He coughs as he sits up, pressing down his shirt to get out any wrinkles and fixing his hair that looks like a bird’s nest. 

“Good morning, sleepyhead.” You laugh, smiling brightly at him as if you weren’t just reading his book of sexual fantasies. “Did you have a nice nap?” 

“Yes, yes!” Jeongin fumbles over his words, worried that you’re about to fire him for sleeping on the job. “I’m so sorry! I promise I didn’t fall asleep until after the girls went to sleep.” He bows his head, sincerely apologizing for something any college student would reasonably do once work was over.

“No worries. I’m sure my girls were in good hands.” You reach for his journal and hand it to him, and he begins to turn a bright shade of red. He knows what’s in that book, but he assumes you’re still naive. “I almost used your little book as a footrest, so put this somewhere safe, okay?”

“Oh, sorry about that. I didn’t mean to leave it out. I was just writing in it until I fell asleep.” He grabs his bookbag and shoves it in gently. 

“Wow, you write in that thing a lot.” You cross your legs and you face him, totally ignoring the television show at this point. “How long have you had that assignment for class?” 

You clearly caught him off guard. He seems confused before he remembers his lie, widening his eyes once he realizes that he’s about to dig himself into a hole. “Oh, it isn’t just one assignment. It’s for my creative writing class.” 

“Ah, I had a creative writing class too.” If he was going to lie to your face, it was only fair that you rebuttal with another lie. “Can I read some of what you wrote? Maybe give you some critique?”

Jeongin’s mind went blank. He broke out in a cold sweat. If he lets you read it, his life will be over, but on the other hand, if he doesn’t let you read it, it will look sketchy since it’s just supposed to be innocent writing for a freshman level college class. 

“Uh, it’s a little personal.” He’s adamantly avoiding eye contact with you, looking anywhere but your face. “I don’t think that would be appropriate since you’re my next door neighbor.” 

“Not appropriate, huh?” You can’t help but smirk, and out of the corner of his eye, he sees the sideways smile grow on your face. His heart begins to dip as he finally starts to connect the dots, thinking that his job, no, his existence as your neighbor could end within a matter of minutes. “What’s so inappropriate about wanting your neighbor, who is over ten years older than you might I add, to sit on your face and call you her baby boy? Hm?” 

Jeongin is frozen in place. He’s been outed. All of his wildest sexual fantasies have been revealed to the woman he wants to do them with. Knowing you’ve read his journal at least a little bit, he can’t help but get hard under his joggers, mentally cursing himself for wearing them once he notices your eyes drift to the tent in his pants. 

“Sorry, but curiosity killed the cat on this one.” You scoot closer to him, taking his hands in yours and rubbing your thumb over the back of his hand to warm him up. “I can’t believe my neighbor’s cute little son grew up to be such a dirty minded boy that can’t keep his thoughts in his head, but has to put them on paper so he can read them and imagine his neighbor fuck him again and again.”

“How much did you read?” Still with his head down, he squeaks out the question that’s been running through his mind since you started teasing him with your words. 

“I read enough.” You remove one of your hands from the hold and perk his chin up so he has no choice but to look at you. His eyes are sparkling with lust as you’re just centimeters from his face. “Tell me, Jeongin, what do you want me to do to you?”

“Right now?”

“Right now.”

He pauses to ponder and collect his thoughts. Everything he’s ever imagined is running through his read: the pet names, the toys, the punishments, the pleasure. It’s all too much, and he can hardly speak another word before you pet his face, holding his head in your palm as he shyly presses his cheek into your hand. 

“M-mommy,” he had never said that word out loud to you before, “can I strip for you?”

“All for me?” You smile, gladly accepting this offer. “Go ahead, baby boy. Show mommy what she’s been missing.”

He removes himself from you and stands up, timidly facing you as you lounge back on your couch. His shirt goes first, being neatly tossing onto the couch where he once sat. His fingers fiddle with the hem of his sweatpants before he pulls them down, showing you his bulge that’s painfully pressed against his tight boxer briefs. He’s bigger than you expected him to be, but that’s welcomed in your eyes.

You hold your hand out, stopping him before he can pull down his underwear. Standing up with a groan, you walk around his body, eyeing him up like he’s a buffet. One of your hands gently grabs at his ass, squeezing the skin between your fingertips and making him whine. You bite your lip when you hear him, sounding cute as a button despite the situation. From behind, you pull him back to you and run your hands around his body to feel his toned abs, finally moving upwards to tease his erect nipples. You feel him take a deep breath to calm himself, but when one hand pinches his nipple, he whines again, louder this time.

“Quiet, baby. You don’t want to wake the girls, do you?” When you whisper in his ear, all of the thoughts leave his head. You’ve hardly touched him and he’s dumb, and as embarassing at it is, he loves feeling helpless in your arms. “I haven’t seen another man like this in ages. You’re exactly what I need right now, Jeongin.” 

“Y-you need me?” He can hardly believe that you’re just as horny over him as he is for you, although his longer dates back far longer than just an hour or so. You hum in his ear as your hands slide down his torso to his cock, palming him over his underwear. He hisses and moans from the lightest stimulation. His reaction to all of your touches is perfect, and you can’t wait to see how he reacts when you’re riding him or sucking him off, although you could do anything to him and he’d be thankful. 

You remove your hand from his cock and pull down his underwear, finally seeing his length in all its glory. He gasps from how fast you undress him, but at the same time, he loves being on display for you. As much as he wants to hide his erection out of reflex, he holds his arms to the side tightly, allowing you to come in front of him and take in the view. 

“Jeongin, are you a virgin?” As embarrassing at it is, he nods and holds his breath, waiting for you to answer. “Aw, my pretty little boy’s never been fucked? That must be why you’re so infatuated with me.” 

You get down on your knees so you’re eye-level with his cock, now red and angry, begging to be sucked. Although your skills might be a little rusty, if your ex-husband’s reviews were any indication, you were about to blow this kid’s mind. With a little lick, he’s whining and staring down at you as you wrap your lips around the tip of his cock before moving back again and wrapping your hand around him like he’s always imagined. 

“Do you want to sit down?” Your voice sounded so calm and gentle, it was honestly shocking to Jeongin since he could hardly speak at all. He nods, and you take him to sit back on the couch. He spreads his legs for you to sit in between, once again jerking him off with one hand while the other plays with his balls. You kiss the tip before taking his member into your mouth, bobbing your head only around the tip. 

Jeongin’s convinced himself that he’s dreaming when he looks down to see your face moving up and down the very top of his cock. It feels so good, better than he could have ever imagined, and surely better than his hand. As you slowly start to take him more into your mouth, he’s clutching onto the couch cushion for dear life. He gets close very fast, tapping his thigh with one hand to try to convey that he’s about to cum. Quickly catching on, you take him fully into your mouth, his tip hitting the back of your throat, almost making you gag. 

After a few twitches of his cock, you feel him cumming down your throat as he moans out expletives from the overwhelming sensation. When he’s finally done, you pull your mouth off of him and let his cum drip out of your mouth and onto your chest, which was still covered by your button-down work shirt. When Jeongin finally opens his eyes, he’s greeted by you lazily resting your head on his thigh, looking up at him, waiting for him to come back down to Earth. 

“Ah, thank you, mommy.” In his post-nut state, the name he’d given you leaves his lips more hesitantly, but he knows that’s what you want to hear. Looking up at the clock, he notices that it’s past his self-determined bed time, but he’s still dazed enough to not care, at least for a moment. “That felt so good.” 

“And maybe tomorrow night we can do more, hm?” You slide onto his lap, his soft cock resting between your thighs. “I’d love to ride my baby boy and finally take his virginity… only if you want of course.” 

“I- … Yes, I’d love that.” Before he can say another word, you kiss him on the lips, and despite them just being around his cock, your kiss is sweet, and he needs more of it. Trying to avoid a make-out session, you pull away and get off of the boy’s lap, telling him to get dressed and go home so you can both sleep.

Your goodbye to him is the same as always, waving as he walks back home, but knowing what’s going to transpire tomorrow night, you can’t help but finish yourself off after being all worked up from Yang Jeongin. You decide to save your panties from today before you get into the shower, because they’re absolutely drenched and you’re sure Jeongin would love to have them for when he’s home alone. 

After pleasing yourself in the shower, you peek out your bedroom window. Just as you had hoped, Jeongin’s curtains were wide open, and he was beating his cock with one hand and sucking on his fingers with the other. He was clearly thinking about you by how he’d had his journal sitting next to him opened to a random page. 

You sleep good that night, pleased and excited for tomorrow. Although you were always the submissive one, you came to realize that maybe being the one in control was just what you needed. 

[kewltie]

oh man, a dear myself au where katsuki wakes up with 2yrs memories loss and found out during that period THERE WAS another katsuki running around in his body who was not only well liked by everyone but dated deku too. he has to face a rival in himself to reclaim his life back! during that 2yrs it was like some 'alien' had inhabit katsuki's body while he was sleeping. that katsuki was much friendlier and uh nice lol that he was voted 'the hero with best smile' last year and katsuki IS SO, SO PISSED because that's totally not him but worst is that HE dated deku.

everyone try to keep it a secret about it because izuku was still in heartbroken about it because he loves katsuki but he wasnt in love with him not until that proto!katsuki came along who literally wooed izuku off his fucking feet because he always know katsuki is kind but that katsuki SHOWN him but katsuki may not know that his fucked up alien self dated izuku but what he doesn't remember his body does. when he wake up alone in his be and there's an instinctive urge to reach out for a body that isn't there or that he make deku's exact style of coffee witho thinking.

the memory isn't there but he feels it and knows it well enough that it's fucking with his life because it's like he's experiencing himself in another life where he watch deku and him fall in love and it's frustrating because IT'S NOT HIM. JUST SOME ALIEN and deku has not right to look upset. NO right to look at katsuki with such a deep longing that katsuki can feel his heart clenched at the sight of it. katsuki got so mad that izuku has the audacity to fall in love with that inferior and fake version of himself because WHY DOEST IZUKU RECOGNIZE THAT'S NOT KATSUKI. he doesn't love izuku; no he doesn't. not before the 2yrs, not during that 2yrs, and not AFTER the 2yrs but even tho his other self is gone the things he left behind this quiet but fierce yearning for izuku leaves him reaching for grasping for the memories that isn't there.

he also left a journal written to TO KATSUKI, over the 2yrs he'd used katsuki's body which he catalogued his day and his journey of falling in love with izuku which he wrote one time: "i think if you let yourself go, you would have fallen him too. izuku is very easy to love." here's the thing even as katsuki finds himself repulse by the idea of falling for izuku because he cant. they're not. it isn't them. but izuku never push katsuki to continue their relationship or tell him he want the other katsuki back. he endures it. endures katsuki's resentment. his rage and confusion. the first thing he said to katsuki when he first woke up as 'himself' once more was: "I'm glad you're back," he says with a soft wane smile on his face and never before katsuki had seen someone who can look so happy but so heartbroken at the same time.

katsuki didn't know what that had meant then, but his body knew. there was an awful tightness in his chest like someone had grip his heart in a vicelike grip and he had to kill the urge to reach out and pull izuku into his arms. it felt wrong. it felt right. it was CONFUSING. even more confusing is that nobody would tell him beside update on what his other self had been doing during that 2yrs. they said he was still 'katsuki' just less prickly and brushed it off as just a friendlier version of himself, but that other katsuki had left big shoes to fill.

his rank got higher, his publicity got blown up, and there are all these new faces claiming to know him because that katsuki was managed to get every living thing to like him or something? IT JUST GRINDS KATSUKI'S GEAR but he felt like his life got derailed and ruined by this imposter. he's just trying to regain his life and fix every damaged this faker done to him even as his apartment doesn't feel like his own like there's a ghost who used to live there; there two mugs that look like they're set and meant for A COUPLE; two set of toothbrushes; two slippers. he keeps finding traces of this other person around his apartment as though they'd used to live there but no more. nobody would tell him wtf is going on with but katsuki isn't dumb. he knows there's something they're hiding that maybe the faker found someone to date during those yrs. it's fine. it's FUCKING FINE. katsuki just doesn't have to think about it but it's there. IT'S ALWAYS THERE. he hates to think about it because he didn't just lose 2yrs of his fucking life but he woke up hallow and a stranger to his own life because some fake fucker took it over. sometime he would wake up in the middle of the night with a scream trap in his lungs and the lingering feeling that he's missing something. he thought he was fine, but katsuki had woke up all wrong. there is a hole in his chest and he wish he knew how to fix it. to undo everything.

but it's there. it's always there. it's there when he accidentally brushes his hand against izuku. it's there when he rolls over in his large empty bed and can imagine the presence of another body. it's there when he cooks a dinner and set out an extra plate for somebody not there. katsuki doesn't know, but at the same time he knows because everything about him always end up being about izuku one way or another because that's his fucking life. nobody had to tell him anything in the end for him to figure it out the reason for him feeling empty and wrong was izuku. the confrontation bt them is the kind of shitshow everyone can expect: explosive, merciless, and storm of barbed emotions because how dare izuku not tell him?! HOW DARE IZUKU FALL IN LOVE THAT IMPOSTER?! HOW DARE IZUKU WOULD LET THAT LOVE QUIETLY DIE BEFORE KATSUKI CAN FIND OUT? because here's the thing, izuku is the kind of self-sacrificing idiot that would never push katsuki into a relationship if he thinks it isn't right esp when katsuki has no memory of BEING IN ONE or the person izuku had fallen for might not even exist at all.

he was prepared to bury these feelings, kill it in fire and to never think again so katsuki won't be chain down by the ghost of their relationship. all the could bes. should bes. katsuki should be able to choose who he wants to be and that's the kind of caring idiot izuku. it rightfully pisses katsuki off because he has a right to these memories just like izuku even if it's NOT HIM; it's still his body and his life so why does izuku get to be the only one to choose if katsuki is allow access to all of himself or not? it's simply not fucking fair.

izuku finally relents and hands katsuki a journal the imposter had prepare for this because he know katsuki as much as he know himself... because no matter the differences that katsuki claim to have bt that faker and him, they're still the same person after all. he finds that out through the journal that the faker had left behind for him. it's startling to see the same careful drive that always fuel katsuki's dream and desire; the same fierce tendency that crippled his ego because even that faker had worry about being compare to the old Katsuki.

they share the same commitment, drive, and idea of who and what kind of hero they want to be. it's katsuki. a softer edge of katsuki but katsuki all the same if he was allowed to work out his emotions properly and express in a control and tamed manner that allow him more freedom. it's in these pages he found himself, the imposter, who doesn't have these restraint and hesitation that he often internalized because having goals/ambitions in his work life is fine but interpersonal relationship is confusing and annoying so he never let himself dwell on it.

work is all he needs and wants, but clearly that faker didn't think so because he made an effort to connect with his other colleagues who aren't UA and opened to other ppl more because they were worth his time and effort. it didn't make him weak to let others in and express care for others. esp it doesn't make him helpless at all to fall in love and have someone to come back home to, for someone he can lean on when all that fighting took its toll on him, and to be loved with the same ferocity that he also loved. he's not weak for loving izuku and being love by him.

that other him had let himself fall for izuku and katsuki doesn't know how to deal with that because that izuku that he found in the pages and pages of journal was someone he doesn't immediately recognized right away. they have known each other all their life but not like this, not like lovers or partners the way that the other him wrote about izuku's slow smile when he first wakes up like the first bloom of spring. the way he takes too many sugar in his coffee that it isnt even coffee anymore. the way he want many kids to fill the house with endless laughter and joy.

izuku wanting to be the kind of doting parent who is as far away from his father because he wants his future children to know they're always love. and in the way that izuku come undone under the right touch. all of izuku's fears and desires are all written out in front of him. it's almost like he doesn't know this izuku at all, but it's always there under the surface that katsuki had never care to dig deeper, never care to reach out and hold on. the way izuku is so wretchedly tender and soft to that other him, when katsuki know how fiercely he fight.

it's jarring. a humbling thing that izuku allowed. that other him was able to have that and it's--"this could be yours, all of it." the imposter wrote. "he could be yours if you let yourself have him. let him in. let him love you and you will be love just as ferociously back."

those words didn't suddenly open katsuki's eyes right away, didn't change how he view izuku, and didn't make katsuki fall in love with him, but it did make katsuki sees the potential, a future, in izuku. in them. that he could have his dream and a love to rival it all. he goes over the journal again and again, rereading it like he's carving them into his memories. it's like watching himself in another life as the imposter go through those two years that katsuki lost, but the imposter knew he wasn't a permanent fixture.

there was a high chance that the real katsuki would one day wake up and he would forget those two years. the imposter knew he could disappear any moment but that never stop him from living his life to the fullest, from loving izuku and wanting to have grab that happiness for himself. izuku even knew that going in that he could lose the man he loves one day and he was prepare to kill these feelings when katsuki had come back so he doesnt feel pressure to fall into a relationship with izuku. it's the kind of martyr complex that katsuki recognizes in izuku...

so the more and more he reads about this other self and izuku the more he confusing and conflicted he become because he hates the idea of following someone's plan set up for him but there's a tug and hallowness in him that he know that yearn for izuku. he doesn't know how to reconcile it. bkdk avoid each other as much as possible for months afterward. izuku wanted to give katsuki space to think and not feel pressure to love fall in a relationship with him because he got a choice! and katsuki just trying to work out his inner turmoil and what to make of his own feelings. it takes katsuki a while to realize to find his own footing in this world that he lost 2yrs to and lost himself to another him so while katsuki finds himself him, izuku waits and waits, never knowing if katsuki will choose him or not and he thinks he's okay with that.

izuku had love and it was a great love but it doesn't mean that's all he'll ever be. he's happy and though he will always look back at that time with the other katsuki fondly and with a yearning so deep that he doesnt think anyone can fill it, but it's okay. he'll be alright. it is at that point when katsuki shove his way back into izuku's life like he never truly left at all. "we're different people now. those two years i will never regain it back and neither will you, but--" he grimaces and look away briefly, "i would like to start again."

"are you asking me out?" izuku says softly. hopefully.

"No," he hisses, making a face then flushes. "Ok, fuck, yea, I'm asking you. We can try and see how it go." it's not a guarantee thing. they're not guarantee, because neither is the same ppl they were when they fell in love but sometimes if fate give you another chance at love maybe, then, maybe it's meant to be. and that's the thing izuku fell for katsuki, another katsuki who is still v much katsuki, and katsuki doesn't know izuku enough to love him like he'd used to, but it's fine.

katsuki fell for him once, he knows he can fall him for him because it's stupid to underestimate izuku. and izuku fell for all that way that katsuki could be, the katsuki that always been there under the rough exterior who had his edges soften but in the end it's still katsuki.

bkdk always been unorthodox so falling in love twice? and doing it in such a clumsy over dramatic way like losing memories and loving someone who had already forgotten you? it's on par to who they are because they fight for their dream so their love is also worth fighting for too.

[omgitsaddyc]

I was in my oc feelings this morning, and this happened! 

1.2k words of unadulterated Kvyat Fogwyn Feelings :D I wrote like he was writing in a journal over the course of leaving to find Rikka, re-meeting Jason, finding Rikka, and returning to Larkridge to clear her name. 

For Shards of Light peeps: My version of this story is a bit different from the campaign’s storyline, for reference.

cw for depressive/suicidal thoughts, injury mention, and Kvyat’s swear-filled internal monologue :P

9/26

The name’s Kvyat Fogwyn. I’m not great at talking about my feelings and shit, so uh...bear with me I guess. 

This stupid journal is honestly a last resort. There’s no one left here for me. That’s probably unfair to my parents, but it’s not like they ever really cared. Once they figured out I had a few screws loose they just kinda tolerated me.

I’m getting the hell outta here as soon as I can. I don’t have any plans, but I figure if I just start walking, maybe I’ll eventually find Ri. If she even wants to talk to me. The least I can do is explain what happened, and if I’m lucky she might understand. If not, maybe I’ll just let her slit my throat. It’s what I deserve at this point.

Even after three years of following Britta around I still couldn’t figure out what the hell was going on with her. Guess this is why I stick to bringing people in instead of all the investigation shit.

It’s almost the anniversary of when Ri had to leave. I’ll never forget that fuckin’ day. I’ll never forget how intense her gaze felt. I’m glad I never looked up to see it, but I can still feel the hairs stand up on the back of my neck when I think about it. We...we were supposed to have each other’s backs no matter what, and I ruined it. The one thing I promised her and I fuckin’-

Sorry. This is still too hard to talk about. Dunno why I’m apologizing to a book. Every time I start to think about that day, these intense feelings bubble up from my stomach and it makes me wanna jump out of the tallest tree I can find. I hate it. I hate everything I’ve done, everything I wasn’t strong enough to do...I’m worthless. 

Going out to find Ri...this is the last thing I’ll do. If I can’t find her, well...sorry to whoever finds this. Take my shit and go buy yourself somethin’ nice. Just leave me for the wolves.

*

9/30

Something really fuckin’ stupid happened yesterday. 

I went to the market to get a few things for my trip, and sell off anything I wouldn’t be needing anymore. All but cleaned out my old room. Less for my parents to deal with later.

So I accidentally kicked a stupid rabbit that was crossing the road. It was crowded and I didn’t see it until it was too late, but I felt bad. So I took the thing back to our shed and let it stay there to rest up. 

This morning I go out there, and there’s no rabbit. Just that fuckin’ Grunwick dude. I haven’t seen him in years, and there he was sitting in the hay with a gash across his eye. Heard he fucked off to the woods, and he was better off out there. Dunno when or why he came back, but it took a moment to figure out he was the rabbit. Fucker’s a weird shapeshifter or somethin’. I don’t get it, but it doesn’t matter because I kicked him out.

I plan on leavin’ in about a week. Haven’t told my folks, but they’re used me leavin’ all the time for work. It’ll be fine.

*

10/10 

I left three days ago, and we just made it to the city. 

Yeah. I wrote we. The fuckin’ Grunwick followed me. Caught me right before I left and said I’d never make it out there by myself. I’ve been through the woods alone before and yeah, it’s not always the best when you gotta sleep and there’s no one to keep watch, but...whatever. Guess it wouldn’t mean much if I bit it before I even get the chance to find Ri.

So I let him come with. At least he knows his way around the forest, and he doesn���t talk much. Oh, yeah. And he’s got healing magic. That unfortunately already came in handy. Wasn’t my fault I got attacked by a damn angry boar. This never leaves this book but...I’m kinda glad Jason’s here. I probably would’ve bled out in the woods without him. 

We gotta go find somewhere to stay for the night. I’m tired of sleepin’ on the ground, and my hair’s startin’ to get gross. We’ll stay here for a day or so to regroup and restock, and maybe I can find some intel on where Ri might be. This is probably just a weird gut feeling, but it feels like she’s not too far away.

*

10/28

We found Ri. And she’s coming back with us. My tracking skills aren’t total garbage, I guess. 

We ended up going through two more towns, but I picked up her trail and it wasn’t too hard to find her after that. Now all we gotta do is get back to Larkridge, and prove her innocence. Between the three of us, I think we got this.

Spending all this time with Jason on the road’s been...fine. He’s not a bad traveling companion even though he likes to sleep in, and eats more sugar than any one person ever should. There are worse things, I guess. Ri called him my boyfriend which. No. No! Not in a million years. I mean, I don’t hate the guy but. I don’t know. 

Shut up you stupid book.

*

11/7

Ri left again today, but this time on her own terms. She’s still got an evil queen to take down with her new friends.

Reading back to my first entry in this stupid thing kinda hurts now. I know it’s only been a little over a month, but a lot’s changed. For the first time in a while I...don’t want to disappear. 

I know it’s only been a little more than a week since I wrote last, and uh. Well. Things happened. It’s been a long week, okay?! 

So, we found Britta. She was possessed. She had been since before Rikka left. We found out she fucked around with some planar shit, opened herself up to a demon, and the rest is history. Between Ri’s new friends and Jason, we managed to save her. She’s resting up at home with Ri’s parents. She doesn’t know what happened over the last three years. She doesn’t know she killed Jason’s mom. We’ve gotta figure out how to tell her, but that’ll be a problem for future Ri, probably.

I’m resting up too, because Brit managed to get me good with her knife before we took her down. Just a hole in the chest, nothing too major. Jason didn’t take it well. Turns out...goddess this is sappy as shit but-

Turns out Jason never forgot about when we met at that festival all those years ago. I never forgot either, it just…

I didn’t think it would ever work. I was wrong. I’m so glad I was wrong.

Maybe Ri’s boyfriend accusation is more realistic now. 

Shut up, you stupid book. Gonna throw this in the damn fire so no one can ever find it and make fun of me. 

I gotta get some rest. Fogwyn, signing off.

[snarkwrites]

honesty | shane walsh ; the walking dead

Notes:

I’ve always written Evie with Shane and I’ve always said that I wish I could find a beginning for the two that wasn’t so loaded or angst filled. I was in my feelings earlier about the dark path Shane’s life took after Rick came back. And I think that as this was taking place, I just kind of wondered.. What if I just started their whole story out here? So the idea took hold and I wrote this out? Anyway.. If I were to start their own sort of story ( which I’m not ruling out, it all depends on what you guys wanna see or not), I honestly believe I’ve finally found that solid starting point.

Also, fluff. Because now and then fluff is nice. There is a hot little touchy feely kissing session in here too, I got you fam.

Pairing:

Grimes!Sibling OFC, Evie x Shane Walsh.

Warnings:

An overload of fluff. Hurt comfort. Complete and total au version of Rick’s return to the world -and the group after awakening from his coma. Lori’s not cast in the best light when Evie’s doing her heavy internal reflecting. Pining.. Years of pining all built up until it just can’t be tolerated anymore and the words have to come out. 

Other Stuff:

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Tagging:

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@kyleoreillysknee​

@mrsstevenbuchananstark​ 

                                           H O N E S T Y,

I couldn’t sleep. My tent was leaking and the drip drip drip of the rain as it poured down from above were driving me to the brink of insanity. And maybe somewhere deep down, I was worried about Shane.

How he was going to handle things now that Rick was alive and a part of the group. He’d been through so much stress. He’d been the leader, stepping up and taking charge. Keeping the group that assembled at the quarry in the beginning together. Keeping us alive. 

And true to form, my brother showed up and it almost seemed as if Shane were forced to the side by literally everyone who depended on him before. Right off the bat, he seemed to just step right into a leadership position. 

But that wasn’t what bothered me most. What bothered me most was the pained look on his face when he watched Lori and Rick having their little heart warming reunion. Something had changed in Shane in that exact moment. His eyes had gone dull. It looked like he’d lost any shred of hope and any fight he had left.

And every part of me wanted to choke Lori for that. Because for as long as I’ve stood back watching things play out between my brother, his wife and a man that we were basically raised to think of as a brother, one thing has been a constant.

Lori’s always quick to use Shane when she needs him. She’s even quicker to let him go and turn her back on him when she’s gotten what she wants or needs.. Or she stands a chance to lose my brother.

I took a few deep breaths and shoved all of that out of my mind. Well, I tried to.

The leak in my tent wasn’t getting any smaller. And the more the rain came down, the louder the dripping got until finally, it succeeded in driving me from my  tent.

I found Shane sitting on the tailgate of his Bronco, the Mossberg beside him. He was sitting there, staring at his hands. Even from across our campground I could see the tension in his muscular frame.

And then something else clicked for me.

All this time I’ve kept one thing buried and hidden. Too afraid to voice it. I’ve always wanted Shane Walsh all to myself. I’ve always felt something beyond friendship for the man. And the feelings only seemed to grow with each year that passed in our lives.

Life’s too short to keep wondering.

Life’s entirely too short to keep sitting back. Watching things play out the way they always seem to between the three of them. I could be bitten and turned tomorrow and the thought that I’d die without ever even hinting that I loved him and cared for him deeply was unsettling to me.

Before I could chicken out, I crawled out of my tent. Jogging over to the Bronco just as the rain really picked up.

I cleared my throat and Shane looked up.

What had been so easy in theory became so much more complex than I anticipated. I went to open my mouth, to say anything, but the words wouldn’t come. Shane nodded to the space next to him on the tailgate and I hoisted myself up, swinging my legs as I settled in. 

“Yer soakin wet.” Shane mused. I could feel him staring at me. Damned if I could grow the necessary strength to meet his gaze though. God knows I tried at least a thousand times as I sat there, struggling with how to go about doing what I’d wandered over to do.

“Kind of what happens when your tent’s got a fucking hole in the roof.” I muttered, my eyes drifting down to bare and mud caked feet.

“ Didn’t get Rick t’ patch it?” just the flat tone he took had me frowning a little to myself. Hugging myself as the breeze picked up and I went from cooled down like I’d been bitching about wanting to be hours ago to me actually feeling a little cold.

“Nope.” I answered. 

We reached for the bottle of Jim Beam sitting between the two of us at the same time. My hand rested against the top of his hand and I took a few shaky breaths. My heart felt like it might just beat out of my chest at any second.

He let go of the bottle and I took a generous sip from it, holding it out to him. He glanced at me and took the bottle, taking a few long pulls before sitting it back down between us again. Then he cleared his throat.

“Y’ can’t sleep in a wet tent, hon. Fastest way t’ get sick. Especially with the wind blowin like it is.”

“Kind of why I’m here.” I admitted quietly, swinging my feet back and forth. Staring down at them intently because I did not dare glance over at him.

“Figured you’d go t’ Rick and Lori’s tent.” Shane muttered, a note of surprise creeping into his tone as he spoke.

“They need their time and space. Besides, if I have to spend one more second in closed quarters with that woman, I might actually snap and choke her to death.” I rambled, my words falling away at the end because I realized just how harsh my tone sounded.

Shane chuckled quietly. “Always wondered why y’ didn’t like her.”

“She played the two men I love most against each other and tried to make them hate each other. If it would’ve worked at any point, I would’ve probably killed her. She’s lucky I haven’t killed her since I came back, come to think of it.” I shrugged.

Beside me, Shane shifted around a little. Cleared his throat. His mouth opened and closed like he wanted to say something, but he didn’t say anything.

“ It never would’ve changed nothin between you n’ me, Evie. If she had come between me n’ Rick, I mean...”

I took a deep breath.

“ It would if I don’t mean love in the sense you think I do.” I quickly reached for the bottle of Jim Beam, anxious for anything to occupy my mouth before I made an unholy mess of this whole spur of the moment idea of mine.

Shane’s hand shot out, circling my wrist. Lowering the bottle I held in my hand back down to the tailgate. As soon as the bottle was out of my hand, his fingers curled under my chin, guiding my eyes up to meet his. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“I love you. Not as a friend or a brother. “ ,, you could’ve been so much more graceful in your phrasing. Did you really have to just dump it all out like that?” my mind taunted and my stomach proceeded to twist itself into thousands of tiny little knots as I waited for something. Any kind of reaction one way or another from him.

When that reaction came, I was shocked, to say the least. He reached out, plucking me off the tailgate. Settling me in his lap.

“How then?” he questioned, his eyes searching mine. His tone firm and yet still… Unsure. Almost as if he were afraid to pin any hopes on anything.

“ I left town to try and escape it back then because it was driving me crazy. Standing by and watching you three and your rollercoaster. I… I tried a thousand times to tell you how I really felt.” I admitted quietly, toying with the front of his shirt to distract myself. He tilted my face again, making me keep eye contact. As a feeble afterthought I sighed and shook my head, added in a hushed whisper, “You don’t have to.. I’ll be okay if you don’t feel the same way. I just wanted to tell you.. In case something happens down the road.”

I was going to try and just gracefully extract myself from his lap and the situation so I could keep the thin shred of dignity I had left at this point, but his hands settled in place on my hips, holding me in his lap.

He chuckled quietly. Looking at me as if he wanted to say something, his mouth opened, only to close again as he shook his head. “So instead of just sayin somethin.. Y’ left.”

I cringed. It sounded every bit as ridiculous now as it did to me when I decided to do it. “ I was afraid, okay? I know she’s always been it for you. I just couldn’t stand back and watch everything play out anymore, I…” I trailed off because there was this look in his eyes as they fixed on me.

“Y’ didn’t have a clue, hm?”

My brow raised.

“ Why else would I pick fights with th’ idiots you tried datin all the time?”

My breath caught in my throat and I raised my hand, dragging it through my hair. Really trying to puzzle out things. 

“ Woman… I got y’ a locket. I wasn’t just spendin all my time over at your house because we were all friends. Most of it was because I could be around y’. I gave up back then because I figured you weren’t interested. Kind of the only reason why I ever let Lori get t’ me in the first place. Because I thought y’ deserved better than me.”

I reached down into the front of my shirt, pulling the locket he’d given me years ago out, showing him that not only did I still have the locket, I still wore it. It’s never actually left my neck since the night he gave it to me, silly as that sounds.

“I’ve been through four chains now. Held up court once because it fell off my neck before I was due in but I wasn’t going in the court room until I found it.” I admitted, managing a sheepish smile as I met his gaze, holding it. Scooting closer to him for warmth. He raised his hands, rubbing over my arms. My legs settled around his waist and I sighed quietly.

Taking a few long and shaky breaths to get myself centered. To process my surprise at his own admissions thus far.

Because I hadn’t been expecting things to take the turn they had, at all. I thought that if anything, I’d pour it all out and he’d awkwardly but politely point out that he didn’t feel anything at all for me. He’d try to let me down gently or something.

“Remember when I asked for that help senior year? The big English paper?” Shane muttered after a few seconds of us just wordlessly staring at each other, lost in thought. Trying to process everything. Clumsily touching each other, our bodies migrating closer together. He raised a hand, smoothing my hair back out of my eyes as I nodded yes to his question.

“ I didn’t need help. I just wanted to be around y’ without Rick popping in and out. Had myself all convinced that I was hot shit. That I could go for it n’ kiss ya. Every damn time I tried, always managed to talk myself out of it. Except that last time. When we leaned in at the same time and wound up bumpin noses and Rick wandered in? If he hadn’t, I was going for it again.”

I swallowed hard because that was one of many nights I replayed over and over again in my own mind.. Each time a different ending that seemed to pave the way for some fairytale ending.

,, if the world weren’t falling to pieces…” my mind was at it again, trying to stop me from going further, trying to make any excuse to back out now. But this time, I shoved down the thought. This time I wasn’t backing out. The world might be falling to pieces but that didn’t mean I couldn’t at least try to squeeze some shred of joy out of it before it all came to a grinding halt.

We were talking now. Being more open than we’d ever really been with each other.

He’d even managed a weak smile here and there. Which was more than I’d seen out of him in hours by this point.

I felt the weight of the world lifting just because I knew that if everything came to an abrupt end tomorrow, I’d finally gotten it all out. He knew that at least one person loved him. Wanted him. Needed him.

Somehow, I got the feeling that right now, he needed to know that almost as badly as I needed to finally get it off my chest.

His hands were starting to wander. Our mouths kept migrating closer and closer and it seemed as if the storm and everything else in the world around us was just sort of falling away. It was so quiet that I could hear my heart beating loud against my chest. My mouth brushed the corner of his mouth and then he snapped.

What started out as a clumsy little halfway kiss turned into his hands tangling in my hair and gripping my hip, pulling me completely against him as the hand tangled in my hair pulled it free from a messy braid and dragged through it, tugging at it. His teeth locked onto my bottom lip, tugging until it started swelling. My tongue dragged over the outline of his mouth slowly, savoring the moment for all it was. My fingers dug into his shoulder and carded through his hair as my legs squeezed his sides and I basically clung to him when our tongues tangled and our mouths crashed against each other, the soft smack of deep and hot, frenzied kisses echoing in the still all around us. Shattering the bubble that seemed to have formed to keep everything else at bay.

By the time I was rubbing against him clumsily, we were breaking apart to breathe and his forehead rested against mine. The hand on my hip raised, settling on my cheek as he rolled his thumb over and caressed it.

I yawned, cuddling myself against him. Looking over my shoulder to where my leaky tent sat unused across the campsite. Shane chuckled and turned my gaze back to him, closing the distance between our mouths all over again, muttering quietly into the kiss, “We should probably get some sleep. We’ll figure somethin out tomorrow. Y’ can borrow one of my shirts to get dry, darlin.”

I nodded, swallowing hard as the shock started to wear off at last, replaced by honest to God sheer bliss...

[set-spike-and-win]

Episode I

The halls were filled with students who walked past Jennie and me as we made our way to our next classroom.

“Do you plan on doing anything in the evening?” Jennie asked as we rounded the corner which led to the stairs.

“No, my parents are out with some business partners and Felix has a friend over,” I answered.

“That’s good, we thought that it would be cool to celebrate now that it’s Friday,” Jennie explained as we walked up the stairs to the second floor.

“That would be nice. Where should we meet?” I questioned before I reached for the door knob.

“Well, we thought we’d go home to Chaeyoung first, so that we could hang out before we go out,” Jennie explained, sitting down in the chair next to me.

“Did you plan all this without me?” I asked, pretending to be hurt.

“You’re always practicing or you’re bickering with Soyeon which is totally stupid since both of you go to different schools.” Jennie defended our friends and herself with a smirk.

“Let me have my fun with the short one,” I shrugged which made her laugh.

“She’s gonna kill you when she finds out that you called her that,” Jennie chuckled as she but a book on the table.

“We’ll see about that,” I answered, leaning back on my chair after all of the things I needed were placed on the table. “Her team lost once against me and they’ll lose again with your help,” I smirked before our teacher walked through the door, immediately silencing everyone in the room.

The class went by swiftly as I wrote some notes and even raised my hands twice. The teacher explained something about a plague that happened centuries ago but I knew from the beginning that I’ll forget it before I even walked out from the classroom.

“How can they even know how many people died when they have no updated source?” Jennie asked quietly, there were only five minutes left but our teacher continued his unimportant rant over how bad the symptoms were even though he’d never experienced them.

“Same reason you still believe that Chaeyoung didn’t kiss that girl behind the gym. Delusion,” I smiled which earned me a hit against the shoulder.

“You suck Y/n, you realize that right?” Jennie rolled her eyes before the teacher turned to us.

“Girls, I know there just five minutes left but please…at least pretend to listen,” he sighed before he went back to writing something on the board.

-

“Ugh, I’m so glad that was the last class,” Jennie cheered as we left the school building.

“Me too, if anyone tells me one more time that even royalty had to suffer from a sickness, I’ll loose my fucking mind,” I agreed when my phone rang.

“What’s up?” I asked when I answered the call.

“No stupid nickname this time?” Soyeon questioned over the phone.

“Alright, what do you want armrest?” I corrected myself and I could hear Soyeon rolling her eyes.

“Well, my team won the qualifications as well and because the tournament is in yours city, I was wondering if you could pick me up?” She asked.

“Sure,” I smiled as I looked over to Jennie who had a surprised expression on her face.

“Alright, tomorrow ten AM?” Soyeon suggested.

“I see you there,” I answered before I hung up the phone.

Jennie stopped me before we could go further.

“I thought you two hated each other?” Jennie remarked with a confused look on he face.

“We don’t hate each other, we just like to annoy each other,” I corrected as I started to walk towards Chaeyoung who just got out of the gym.

“Got it, your in love but to stupid to admit it,” Jennie smirked and I scoffed in response.

“Whatever,” I waved her off before I went to greet Chaeyoung.

-

“Is Y/n gonna pick you up?” Soojin asked when Soyeon went back to them.

“Yeah, she’s being nice for once,” Soyeon answered.

“I thought you two hated each other,” Lisa said, slightly confused.

“We don’t hate each other, why does everyone think that?” Soyeon whined, already fed up with these rumors.

“You’re always bickering,” Jisoo explained as she put on her jacket, ready to leave.

“That doesn’t mean we hate each other, we just like bickering and it’s never really serious in the first place,” Soyeon argued.

“We understand but you should focus on your setting right now,” Jisoo assured before she handed Soyeon a ball.

“Alright, who wants to go first?” Soyeon questioned before Yuqi lined up to spike the ball.

-

“What movie do you wanna watch?” Chaeyoung asked as she turned on the TV.

“How about Joker?” I suggested before I sat down behind her.

“Good Choice,” Jennie agreed and settled down on the couch as well.

“Joker sounds nice,” Minnie, Shuhua and Miyeon agreed as they entered the room.

“Well then, Joker it is,” Chaeyoung turned on the movie as all of us silently watched, occasionally commenting.

The evening was relaxing, we talked a lot and had a great time. Minnie and Miyeon left first around eleven pm as they still had something to do, Shuhua and Jennie left about two hours later which left me and Chaeyoung alone in the room.

“Y/n?” Chaeyoung whispered.

“What is it?” I answered as I turned my attention to her.

“We’re gonna win this, right?” She quietly smiled.

“We’ll sure as hell do,” I agreed, laughing as she laid her head against my shoulder.

I took a look at the clock, 3:24 am. Chaeyoung was falling into a deep sleep which I decided not to disturb so I just took a blanket and threw it over is two before I closed my eyes as well.

-

“Have you seen Y/n and Chaeyoung?” Shuhua asked Jennie on their way home.

“They looked comfortable, why?” Jennie replied, covering her mouth to hide a yawn.

“Is there anything going on between them?” Shuhua continued, the youngest didn’t seem tired which amazed Jennie every time.

“It wouldn’t be bad if there was anything,” Jennie shrugged.

“What about Soyeon?” Silence fell over both girls before Jennie spoke up again.

“We don’t know what kind of relationship Chaeyoung and Soyeon have with Y/n, we shouldn’t assume anything,” Jennie decided, stopping before the door to her house.

“You’re right, they’ll tell us if anyone’s dating,” Shuhua agreed before she said goodbye to Jennie.

Next Game: In five days

——> Previous <> Next, Masterlist

[athena-is-a-chaotic-lil-shit]

Feral Fatality

(Part 3)

Last update for now! I hit a wall and so...I need to shift direction, make way for my requests (up til now I merely wrote one word) so gonna forget this one for the time being and push this deep under every article I have in the works—

Anyways, some fluff before I disappear *insert peace out and fade meme*

Pairing: Jason Voorhees x Fem!Reader

Word count: 1.6k

Warnings: Nothing extreme, a little blood only.

—

The masked killer gave you one shook of his head before he took off.

Saving you... for last?

Why weren't you afraid? Hell, you are going insane.

You looked down at the corpse under you. Time to clean up the mess, no one would want a rotting bitch on their doorstep.

Standing up, you decided to drag the body into the woods, maybe an animal would be happy to eat her flesh.

Huh, you were taking everything so well.

-

After you left her body a good distance away from your cabin, you went back to wash up, the red liquid on your skin was beginning to itch. You took off your clothing, the blood on your them was hopefully still removable, you wouldn't want to throw them away if you can help it.

Your thoughts strayed to that of earlier. You killed someone. You killed Betty.

And it felt good. Euphoric, even.

You never thought you could end someone's life, one of many that wanted you dead too.

"It was self-defense..." you assured. They intended to kill you anyway, the food they served for you was possibly poisoned. Even a fool would notice how suspicious they acted.

Not to mention Eloiza declared it straight to my face.

Then again, she would still die with the murderer out for her blood, it's just that I ended her myself.

Everyone's probably dead by now.

You stared at your hands– your palms, swollen from gripping your murder weapon.

"...Jason Voorhees. I wonder if he'll kill me too..."

You trailed off as your head drooped, your previous high fading out as your limbs felt heavy. Wobbling your way to your bed, gravity did its thing and you fell on the soft sheets and blacked out, the distant ringing of screams but a mere lullaby to you.

—

The ever-rising sun warmed your slumbering form as its rays peeked through the gaps of the window, stirring you into consciousness.

You groaned, rolling away from the prickles of their heat, wanting to get more sleep from last night's events...

Last night?

You shot up, rubbing your grogginess away as the thoughts of the past evening came rushing in. You couldn't believe it. Or did you? Did you really do it?

Was it all a dream??

You brought your hand to your right cheek, the action so sudden that you smacked yourself, instantly regretting it when you felt like you've just planted your face on nails.

"God fucking—" You clenched your teeth and squeezed your eyes shut, muffling your scream. Little tears threatened to pour out so you looked up to keep them in. When the pain numbed down, you exhaled and panted hoarsely.

Well, damn me if it was a dream, that fucking hurt!

A gurgling noise.

Right, I didn't eat anything for dinner.

You sighed, time to take care of your business before anything else! You could eat a whole stallion with the way your stomach grumbled. You stood up and plodded to the cupboards where you kept your food. Unfortunately, you didn't have a horse at hand, and you doubt you could even kill such a beautiful animal, so some easy-to-open corned beef would have to do. Maybe two-three cans would sate your hunger.

Knock, knock.

"Yeah, yeah, wait a bit, I'm opening dinner... breakfast. Dinkfast or breakner? Mm." You responded nonchalantly, still lethargic from both the pain and exhaustion. You pulled on the ring of the can. And it resisted like a lil shit. Three more tries and it didn't budge. You slammed it down the table, huffing.

Easy-open my ass!

Knock, knock.

Yeah, right, the door. You moved to grab the knob and whipped it open. Your face met with a broad chest, a bluish, dark gray shirt stained with what looked like dried blood and dirt. Slowly trailing up, you froze as you met two blue orbs staring down at you from behind a hockey mask. Your jaw dropped.

The silence dragged on for who knows how long before you broke away and fumbled. Absolutely lost, you did what a totally sane person would do.

You stepped aside and invited him in.

"I, uh, come in then, Mr...Voorhees." You uttered, your eyes unblinking as you looked anywhere than at the killer who took careful steps into the cabin.

——

Jason trudged to the cabin you resided few hours after he finished cleaning up the mess. Ten meters away and muffled words followed by a silent scream reached his ears. Five large strides and he was at your doorstep, coming to a halt and contemplating on barging in and scaring you even more, or knocking.

Knocking seems to be the calmer option, although he was concerned if you were hurt again. He doesn't know why he's feeling such...emotions towards you, technically a trespasser but different...

A minute passed before he knocked, twice. You answered something about eating and made-up words. He knocked again after he heard you slam something down and huff. Before he knew it you opened your door and stared. You were a lot shorter up close, craning your neck up to meet him.

You looked at each other for a while, before you moved out of the way to let him in. Even going as far as calling him Mr. Voorhees, which baffled him. So you knew who he was. If so, why didn't you leave or scream at him? That and a bunch of questions ran around his head.

He needs answers.

——

You stood to his left, facing his side as you felt awkward. You were in a room with a mass murderer, a legend. What's more, you were the one who let him in. You pinched the sleeve of your navy blue jacket from behind as you rocked on your feet. Was he here to end your life? No, no wait, if he wanted that he could have done it when you were asleep. You're pretty sure he could break down the door and crush you with it and you would never wake up again. Same as just now but he...he knocked? What will you even do if he decides to carry out the task now? You were, by no means, fit to fight back. You can't even open a fucking easy-open can! He could snap you like a twig any second now.

You waited, resigning to your fate and wishing you were reincarnated as a rock in your next life.

"..."

Well, nothing happened. He just stood there, unmoving as he faced the opposite wall.

A grumble and he whipped his head to you, making you flinch. Curse your stomach for being such a whiny shit. But you couldn't resist your hunger anymore, you need to eat. Moving a step at a time around him, you took hold of the can and pulled, swearing when it didn't budge. You were gonna die at this rate, if not by the killer behind you then by fucking starvation.

You felt a finger poke your shoulder, not even a flinch as you were too frustrated to care at the moment. You turned around to face the man, he was looking at the can you were holding.

"Oh, uh, I haven't eaten anything? The damn can just won't let me have what's inside." Since when did you talk this much?

He gestured, his gloved palm exposed, as if waiting for you to give him the can.

You placed it in his hand. With one tug, ONE TUG, of his finger it opened. It looked like he just touched it and the lid gave away. You huffed in disbelief as he handed it over to you with two fingers. You grabbed a spoon from the drawer and started wolfing down the contents. If you were gonna die might as well be full.

When it was empty, you glanced at the other can on the table, untouched. You looked back and forth a couple of times between the man and at it. You guessed he understood since he silently picked up the can and opened it for you. The corned beef ended in your stomach seconds later.

You set the last can down, only to pick them all up and dumped them inside a garbage bag you set up yesterday. Grabbing your tumbler from beside the sink, you took large sips from it.

Wiping your mouth with the sleeve of your hoodie, you walked past him and went to sit on the bed. He followed you. You stared at the one who murdered everybody else, standing in the middle of the cabin.

"..."

"So...Am I supposed to die now?" you asked. You sneaked a glance at the machete in his holster.

He didn't give you any response, but he stepped closer until he was in front of you. You didn't look up.

The man raised his hand, and you shut your eyes, expecting the worst— only hoping it was painless and quick.

You almost jerked when you felt his hand on your head.

But what surprised you was how gentle it was, no pressure at all, not even close to a killing move. Then you realized...

He's...he's patting my head.

His hand...wasn't cold nor warm, but the way he did it was akin to petting a little animal; stroking the top of your head so softly you sniffled. This made him stop and step away from you, his hands waving— hovering around you it was practically comical.

"N-No, I'm alright," you answered his silent question. "It's just...I've never been patted like that before and I...It was nice."

You've been subjected to abuse and degradation most of your life that a gesture, one that meant no harm or malice, made you cry. You wiped away the wetness of your eyes before you looked at him.

"Thank you, Mr. Voorhees. I actually wouldn't mind if you kill me, but I guess you won't...?"

He gave you a soft grunt in reply, and you giggled.

The man patted your head once more, before he made his way out of the cabin, closing the door quietly behind him.

You let out a quiet breath. Jason Voorhees simply appeared on your doorstep, helped you with your food, patted your head, and walked out without a word.

It's crazy and it wasn't a dream— if the throbbing on your cheek was any indication.

You're happy though. More than happy to be alive.

[planetjisungie]

pain but make it beautiful- p.js

characters: quidditch player! jisung, hufflepuff! jisung, ravenclaw! reader ft. hufflepuff! jeno, hufflepuff! mark

an; uh this is the first of the nct dream hogwarts au series and mark doesnt have a hogwarts au so i gotta get him into all of them somehow

"come on y/n you have to talk to him at some point, im sick and tired of you staring at him like a lost puppy" jeno drawled, commenting on the way you were currently staring at park jisung, the star player for hufflepuff. he was currently sat on the hufflepuff table- where jeno should be- talking to his own friends. "i am not staring at him i am merely observing him" you replied back with a slight scowl on your face. the tall boy had caught your attention since the time he messed up in Slughorns potions class 3 years ago. the slight infatuation then developed into feelings after you started watching him during matches and practice from the window of the medical room where you were madam Pomfreys assistant, mainly for extra credit. "yeah sure you were. you know if youd just talk to him then maybe youd find out he is always staring at you in potions when you arent looking. youre both so oblivious it pains me" jeno let out an exasperated sigh, slouching in his seat and laying his cheek on the arm resting against the ravenclaw table. "excuse you, hes probably staring at sienna. theres no way he would even notice me" you muttered, discarding your half eaten toast slathered in nutella back onto your plate before standing up. "now, i have to get to the medical room to wait for the quidditch match to begin"

jisung watched as you left the hall, hair slightly blowing behind you along with your robe as you took quick steps. his eyes followed your figure, tuning out the conversation of the rest of his fellow hufflepuff players until you disappeared from his sight. "hey, park, are you listening or just staring at your girlfriend?" his captain elbowed him making him jolt before whipping his head to face him. "huh?" but before the captain could tease him any further, a disheartened and slightly irritated lee jeno flopped down on his seat at the hufflepuff table. "if one of you doesnt fucking confess in a week im grabbing your necks and forcing you to kiss" he seethed, glaring at jisung whos eyes had widened. "no way! shes y/n l/n, princess of the ravenclaws and practically untouchable, im just park jisung who likes to play quidditch" he quickly turned down even the thought of confessing. at his total obliviousness, the whole table groaned, slamming their heads onto the table.

later that week, you were sat in the medical room, jotting down extra notes for your potions and herbology classes. hearing the door to the room creak open, you turn your attention from the words neatly written in your notebook to the entrance. masking your shock and worry with a smile, you stood up and walked towards the captain of the hufflepuff quidditch team who was supporting an ill looking jisung. "you two okay?" you asked, your stare on jisung lingering a little longer before looking towards the captain who had a frown on his face. "jisungs got the flu, conveniently before our match against slytherin next week" he explained, watching as you cleared up a bed for jisung. "oh, im so sorry you must be feeling awful" you said softly to jisung who wanted to say something in return, but his throat was too sore to even swallow. wincing at the painful sounding cough he let out, you nodded towards the captain. "i’ll take care of him mark, dont worry" you sent him a smile to try and ease any nerves he had about this. after all, a match against slytherin with their star player either benched or feeling sick and unfocused throughout the game would not end well. "thank you so much y/n, youre really a god send" mark sent you a final smile before jogging away, leaving you to tend to the poorly boy. you got jisung to lay down, specifically in the bed that was next to the window so he wouldn’t get too bored. not that he could get bored with your pretty face to stare at, that is. "jisung just get some rest, when you wake up i’ll still be here so if you need anything, please don’t hesitate to ask" you said gently, already filling up a cup of water and placing it on the table next to him. "t-thank you" jisungs deep raspy voice attempted to show how grateful he was, but he was utterly horrified at how weak and feeble he sounded. you couldnt help but feel sorry for the boy as it definitely sounded hoarse and painful. sending him a nod, you went back to your work, where you spent a lot of the time glancing back at the asleep boy across from you.

when jisung had woken up, you were in fact still there. it was apparently the morning, so he had slept all night. seeing the boy sit up in your peripheral, you got up from your work and headed to him. you had actually gotten sleep last night, hoping he didnt wake up before you got back and apparently the gods were on your side that day. "how do you feel?" you asked him, already grabbing the Pepper-Up potion from the cabinet. "a little better. my throat doesnt hurt as bad" his voice wasn’t exactly ill-sounding anymore, but he did sound kind of croaky which was mosh likely from not talking for so long. nodding in response, you handed him the Pepper-Up with a small smile on your face. "well then, if you take this you should be good to go by tomorrow," then you pouted, "but it was nice having some company here rather than just me" you sighed. jisung chuckled, and you seriously felt like your heart was going to beat out of your chest. it wouldn’t surprise you if he could hear it to be honest. "i’ll miss being here too. the view is nice and its relaxing to not be surrounded by loud boys" he said, trying to avoid your eyes as eye contact was something he wasnt ready for yet. thinking he meant the view from the window, you turned to look out it with a smile. "it is rather beautiful" you uttered breathily. jisung stared at the side profile of your face, softened and smiling as you looked out onto the forest and mountains. "gorgeous" he quietly agreed.

the rest of the day you had spent just talking with jisung as you wrote even more notes. you and him were both glad that you could finally talk to eachother, first without any of your friends teasing you, and second because the situation kind of forced you together so it would be awkward if you didnt talk. he had found out little things about you that made his heart melt, such as your cat that was called mr snuggles, your pet sugar glider that you kept at home which was called mr cuddles and how you had a love for all animals, leading to your dream of becoming a veterinarian. he had also found out your undying love for small things and how you always looked so cute talking about them, your eyes sparkling. similarly, you had found out about his little sister that he would do anything for, his owl that was just called hoot which you found both adorable and hilarious, and how it was his sister that basically made him start playing quidditch, just wanting to make her proud. you had also found out about how clumsy he was, after immediately tripping on air after getting out of bed to sit closer to your desk, sending you both into a fit of giggles as he had pink dusted on his cheeks. it was safe to say the two of you had become closer during his stay in the infirmary, and when he had to leave, you had immediately missed his presence.

during the days before the slytherin match, you and jisung would greet eachother in the halls, and you switched deskmates so he sat besides you in potions now. his team and jeno couldnt believe their eyes when they saw you two walking to the hall together for dinner after you had had potions last period. so naturally, when you waved and smiled at jisung from the ravenclaw table, and he winked in response, jenos jaw dropped. "since fucking when did you two get close?! my prayers have finally been answered, about bloody time!"he very animatedly said, waving his arms around for exaggeration. "he was like the only person in the infirmary, so he became my friend i guess" you had shrugged to jeno, but you couldnt stop the wide smile pulling at your lips.

when the match had finally arrived, you firmly put away your books and sat in the stands, as madam Pomfrey had told you to watch from outside incase any players would fall. bounding towards the hufflepuff stands, you slid in next to jeno, ignoring the looks you were getting from the other hufflepuffs considering you were literally on the wrong stand. "you come to watch your boyfriend?" jeno smirked, nudging you with his elbow. cupping your hands to your cheeks to hide the bright red glow from the comment, you stamped on his toes harshly, smiling at his screech of pain. "shut up and lets watch" you glared at him before cooling down and removing your palms, turning to face the field as the players all filed onto it. jisung searched the audience for you, finally finding you waving at him like crazy making him grin happily. mark patted the boys shoulder. "lets have a good match so you can show off to your fiancée but make it girlfriend" he joked, jisungs cheeks turning a similar colour to yours previously as he shoved marks back.

the game started, and you grew increasingly worried at the violent plays of the slytherins, though it was to be expected. the hufflepuff team however, had managed to easily come back into play after every brutal shove, or chase, giving them both an equal shot at winning. "well this is an interesting match" jeno lifted a brow, leaning forwards slightly so he could get a better view. "on god if they hurt jisung im putting them all in the infirmary myself" you said, leaning back and looking at the slytherin team, very unimpressed by their dirty plays.

"you won!" you giggled, jisungs own laugh reverberating around you, his chest pressed against yours sending vibrations into your own. grabbing his cheeks, you stared him in the eyes before smashing your lips onto his. the crowd only seemed to cheer louder, jisungs frozen arms slowly wrapping around your waist, tilting his face and kissing back. jeno and the quidditch team let out whistles, reminding you that you were in public. a wave of embarrassment hit you, and you buried your face into jisungs chest, the sound of his rapid heartbeat matching your own.

[crystalirises]

The Final Answer (36 Questions AU 13/13)

IT’S OVERRR AHHHH

THE TRUTH

In the following weeks, a series of letters would be sent between the two. A hesitant beginning to their slowly blooming and possibly hopeful correspondence. It began like this:

~~~

‘Hey To Dream,

Hello. This a stupid way to start. It’s Fundy. I know you’ve probably moved on, and I’m bringing up old wounds. I still have your mask, your creepy and I-swear-almost-sentient mask. In the past few days, I keep remembering our last conversation. Your answers. The honesty in your words. I didn’t want to leave it half-finished. I didn’t want to look back at a memory where I left you without a single answer from my end. Written in this letter are my answers to the remaining questions. You don’t have to reply to this, Dream. I don’t even know what you’re doing now, and I doubt you’d want to hear from me anyway. But, ya here’s my answers. I hope you read them.

Question 20. What does friendship mean to you?

    Friendship is a welcoming embrace. Friendship is the smell of freshly baked cookies and bread wafting through the wind. Friendship is a heterochromatic mixture of red and green. Friendship is black shades hiding pure white eyes beneath. I only have three friends, Dream. Three. I love all of them equally. Pathetic, huh?

Question 21. What roles do love and affection play in your life?

    Love and affection in my life are scarce, you and I know that. My dad was too busy raising a nation to even care for me and I never knew my mother. The only source of affection I ever got was when I pestered anyone… anyone… to look at me. Eret. Niki. Ranboo. You. I wanted to feel something, Dream. I wanted to feel wanted for once in my life. I really thought that with you I would finally be the first choice. For once, I thought someone loved me enough to choose me before the world… but you showed me that maybe I can never be loved like that. It’s okay, I’ve come to accept that. You don’t have to apologize for it, Dream… You are not responsible for the pain I had to carry throughout these years and you are not responsible for not being the metaphorical “cure” I thought you were. Ignore what I wrote, this was stupid of me to write. 

Question 22. Alternate, share something you consider a positive characteristic of your partner. Share a total of five items.

    I love the way you mimic a dying tea kettle laugh every time a joke is made, the little wheeze you make each time as you try not to collapse on the spot. I love the way your eyes sparkle each time you catch a glimpse of a perfect view of the Essempy, your own admiration for the country you made obvious in the way you glance at it. I love the way you always come home, exhausted and ready to cuddle in the bed. I love the way you tend to the garden when you think I’m not looking (those roses don’t water themselves, Dream! I know you wake up early in the morning just to water them! You think I believe that water fairies exist? REALLY DREAM?). I also love the way you care, you don’t show it often but I know you do… I wouldn’t have fallen in love with you if you were a heartless monster. Dream, you may be a liar and a tyrant… but you are not heartless.

Question 23. How close and warm is your family? Do you feel your childhood was happier than most other people’s?

    Well, you know my life… shitty dad… absent mother. I can’t say that my family is as close as most, but I love them, ya know? I still remember the days where my father didn’t have a nation to worry about, and though he never had the urge to settle down until Tommy begged him to come to the Essempy, I always remembered how he would wrap his arms around me during the night… the lullabies he would sing to get me to sleep. He loved me when it was just us against the world. I miss that Wilbur. I miss my dad. My childhood was… shitty. But at least back then Wilbur still loved me. So… like you, I didn’t have a tight-knit family and I suppose we both didn’t have a happy childhood. Lucky us, I guess.

Question 24. How do you feel about your relationship with your mother?

    In truth, I can’t remember much about my mother. Wilbur never tried to tell me who she was or where she went off to. I never knew her, but I still want to. I always held onto the hope that she was out there in the world, alive… looking for me, maybe? Stupid, I know. But Wilbur refused to tell me anything about her and Ghostbur doesn’t even remember what happened to her. My only hints as to who she was are her name and that she loved me dearly… that she didn’t want to leave. Wilbur’s unreliable though, ya know? So I don’t know what the true narrative of the story is. For all I know, Wilbur really fucked a fish… Do you think he actually fucked a fish or…?

Question 25. Make three true “we” statements each. For instance, “We are both in this room feeling ... “

    Well… we aren’t exactly in the same room right now… Where are you right now, actually? Stupid question lol. I’m just going to go off on assumptions. We are both feeling… hopeful? We are both feeling… guilty? We are both feeling… We have both moved on, I assume. Ya know it’s really hard to answer this question without knowing what you’re currently doing. I haven’t seen you in… a month, which isn’t much but definitely enough time to have forgotten a lot of stuff… Also enough time to cause mass destruction somewhere but what you do in your free time isn’t something I have to worry about anymore. I should move on to the next question… yaaaaaaaa...

Question 26. Complete this sentence: “I wish I had someone with whom I could share ... “

    I wish I had someone with whom I could share how I truly feel felt about you. Niki and Ranboo are great… but they don’t like you Dream, and they don’t like me talking to or about you. So! I’ve had no one to talk to about you… about how I feel felt about you. It would be nice to talk to someone who didn’t actually hate you or know you since if I asked anyone else they would probably tell me to avoid you like the plague. I just want someone to tell me if… if I still love you. ANYWAY, MOVING ON...

Question 27. If you were going to become a close friend with your partner, please share what would be important for him or her to know.

    I’d like you to know that I will still scam you. I don’t care we’re on bad terms right now, Dream. Are we still on bad terms? I. Will. Scam. You. :) It’s fair game, Dream. Especially now that we’re on bad terms (are we?)… gives me more reason to do so actually (bad terms or not, I’ll do it Dream)… though I’m not sure what I’d be trying to swindle out of you, knowing that a lot of the personal things you do have were also my stuff or stuff I gave you… Would I be scamming myself? Either way, I’m still scamming you! :D

Question 28. Tell your partner what you like about them; be very honest this time, saying things that you might not say to someone you’ve just met.

    I loved every side of you, Dream. I loved the husband. I loved the man who hid behind the mask. I loved the tyrant. I even loved the liar, as terrible as that might be. I loved every single side you had, no matter what you do, no matter what you did. I loved you because I thought you shared the same sentiments with the way you loved me. I would’ve tossed everything away for you, Dream. I would have left my country, my family, and my friends if it meant having a normal life with you by my side. Then you screwed it up. You fucked it all up. I don’t care if what you said was a slip of the tongue (It wouldn’t be the first time your tongue “slipped”. I still remember the George incident, Dream), the fact is… you said it, and you didn’t immediately apologize when I confronted you. You knew what I was going through, Dream. My dad was dead and I didn’t know what to do. Then you… this isn’t part of the question. This shouldn’t have been part of my answer. Fuck. Forget it. Forget I wrote that. Don’t even talk about it, Dream.

Question 29. Share with your partner an embarrassing moment in your life.

    Wilbur. The war. The crayola suit. It’s all coming back to me, Dream. Wilbur used to baby me, like I didn’t just kill a man in front of him. It was the middle of a bloody war and he looked at me as if I was a kid and I’m just: ‘Wil… I’ve killed in this suit.’ You would think he’d expect more from his own son as I am the general’s son, his son… but no I was just his ‘wittle champion’. OH FUCK YOU WERE THERE DURING THE END OF THE WAR. You saw him— He yelled ‘suck it green boyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy’ at you before turning around to pinch my cheeks. OH MY FUCKING—

Question 30. When did you last cry in front of another person? By yourself?

    The last time I cried in front of another person was with you. I couldn’t bring myself to cry in front of Niki or Ranboo, they tried to console me but I didn’t want to burden them with my own problems. You were the last person to see me cry, Dream. You were the last person to hold me as I sobbed and screamed at what you’d done. I cried in front of you, and you cried in front of me… fitting. The last time I cried by myself, it was on the second night after I left you back at the cabin. I curled up on the couch, your mask in my hands as I willed myself not to run back to you. I wanted to run back to you so many times within this one month we’ve been apart. Sometimes I would dream that you came to Drywaters to take me home back. But we both know that wasn’t possible. For both our sakes, it couldn’t be.

Question 31. Tell your partner something that you like about them already.

    We haven’t seen each other in a while, but I still like your mask. It took a while to get the bloodstains out but I think I did a good job of course I did a good job, this is me we’re talking about :) I still like it, and I may or may not occasionally fall asleep with it in my arms. Definitely not… that hasn’t happened. Don’t think about it, Dream. Don’t.

Question 32. What, if anything, is too serious to be joked about?

    Well, I don’t like jokes about Wilbur being dead. Like I know I’m an orphan now but can I please have a break? PLEASE D: Seeing my father’s ghost is bad enough without people having to remind me, ‘oh you’re dad is dead, right?’. Thank you for telling me and mocking me for my dead father. I really appreciate it. Though… I can’t imagine what it must be like for you, Dream. Ya, you’re dad didn’t come back to haunt everyone but his grave has been desecrated so many times now that I doubt his remains are even buried there anymore. I also may or may not have watched Quackity eat his heart and Tommy and Tubbo steal his bones. For what it’s worth, I only stole one thing of value… you can have it if you want… a keepsake or some shit. His sword should probably go to you, huh? I’m rambling again, this wasn’t part of the question (but tell me if you want the sword because if you don’t say anything I’m keeping it).

Question 33. If you were to die this evening with no opportunity to communicate with anyone, what would you most regret not having told someone? Why haven’t you told them yet?

     I would regret not telling Wilbur Ghostbur that I forgive him. He's my dad and it's been a month since I last saw him. I care a lot about him, Dream. I haven't told him because I'm scared I'll end up crying in front of him. It isn't fair, I know. But I don't want his pity. I don't want anything from him... But honestly, I doubt I'd be able to tell him anything without him running off as he usually does. It's been a month though, and I can't bring myself to hate him anymore. I just want him to know I forgive him... But I can't say that to him... I don't think I can.

Question 34. Your house, containing everything you own, catches fire. After saving your loved ones and pets, you have time to safely make a final dash to save any one item. What would it be? Why?

If I had to run back into a blazing fire (and if we're honest, I might have been the one to start said fire, I mean who else could’ve done it?) I would go back to save your mask. I wouldn't want to part with it after you just gave it to me. It would probably be stupid, running into a burning building... especially with my room being on the second floor. But I don't think I could leave your mask behind to burn. It's stupid but it's like a keepsake... Of you. It's the only one I have now since we burned our wedding rings. I still have nightmares about that, it felt as if my entire world burned before my eyes.

Question 35. Of all the people in your family, whose death would you find most disturbing? Why?

This is a bit of an unfair question. My dad's dead and I might never even see my mom. I would say, Wilbur's death did disturb me. I always held onto the hope that after Schlatt was taken down, Wilbur and I could resolve the issues we had. I always wanted him to be proud of me, you know that. Now, I have him back but it isn't him. Ghostbur is not Wilbur, he will never be Wilbur. I know that's supposed to be a good thing but how can we move on - how can I possibly move on - if Ghostbur doesn't know what he's done. Watching Wilbur die... You know how inconsolable I was for weeks. I just wanted my dad back, Dream. I didn't like the man I saw when I first entered Pogtopia and I don't like the man er ghost who came back. Neither of those men were my dad. I never got the chance to truly apologize. And I never will, Dream. I never will.

Question 36. Share a personal problem and ask your partner’s advice on how he or she might handle it. Also, ask your partner to reflect back to you how you seem to be feeling about the problem you have chosen.

Have I gotten over you? I think I did, but what do you think? I mean what sane person would leave a letter on the doorstep of their old home where their estranged husband may or may not be living in? I don't know, Dream. Have I moved on from you? Have you moved on from me? It's strange. I thought it was over but I can't stop thinking about you. Every night when I go to sleep, all I can think about is what you're doing... where you are. Have you been getting any rest? Cause I don't think I have. Oh wow that was horrible, scratch that. Just... Have I really moved on if I can't stop thinking about you? When every moment, when I finally think I've forgotten, your face pops into my mind? Does that sound like the thought process of a guy who's moved on? I don't know... could you help me answer that question? Ugh that sounded cheesy. Just... I don't know if I've moved on. That's all.

There. 17 Answers for the 17 Questions I never finished. I don't expect a response, you might never even find this. I don't expect you to find it. Why would you stay in our old cabin? I honestly expect to see a crater by the time I go there. For what it's worth, at least I got to finish the questions... One month late but that's better than never. Do with this what you will, Dream. Burn it. Bury it. Tear it into confetti. Shove it down someone's throat. I don't care. I said my piece. I'm done. I'm done with this letter. This is the end. Goodbye. Ughhh why did I write thisssssss. Don't blow up Drywaters for this please :(

Yours Sincerely From,

Fundy (obviously, I mean who else would send you something like this?)’

~~~

‘Dear To Fundy,

I appreciate that you took the time to answer the questions, though I know it's been a month since we last spoke. I can only imagine how painful it was for you to remember and unearth old memories. I’m sorry. You really didn’t have to do this, not for me Fundy. These past days have been relatively busy, I'm sure you would understand as you are building a new country. Rest assured that I won't be sending a declaration of war anytime soon. You deserve to be happy, Fundy. I have no doubt that you'll be a great leader, you're definitely a great founder. I hope Drywaters prospers under your leadership, and I am willing to form an alliance... Only if you ever need it. I hope you've had a wonderful month, I'm... Surprised to hear from you, in all honesty. As for if I've moved on... Well, I did find your letter. What does that say about me, Fundy?

I missed you. I missed talking to you. It's nice to hear from you again :)

Ever yours From,

Dream’

~~~

Then came the following letters:

~~~

‘To Dream,

Hey. I didn’t think you’d find the letter… and my hat. I’ve been well. Drywaters is doing great, and we’re a neutral country, Dream. No wars. No conflict. Don’t even try to pull anything. 

From,

Fundy’

~~~

‘To Fundy,

I wasn’t implying anything, Fundy. But my offer still stands. New L’Manburg may not be as kind towards Drywaters than the Essempy. But… no politics. I don’t want to talk about politics.

From,

Dream’

~~~

‘To Dream, 

Fine. No politics. Just you and me… and whatever it is we could talk about. I’ve been meaning to ask, have you… have you been staying in our cabin? Or did you check? There’s no way you still live there… by yourself. Dream. Why are you living in our old house? Do you have nowhere else to stay? Are you homeless, Dream? *insert raised eyebrow here*

From,

Fundy’

~~~

‘To Fundy,

I… don’t have a house. Shut up, I already had Techno laugh at me. I really didn’t see the point of living anywhere else… I never had a house to call a home until we built our cabin. I couldn’t bring myself to leave it to be swallowed by the earth overtime. No matter how much I hated being reminded of what I lost… Also, did you just use ** at me?

From,

Dream’

~~~

‘To Dream,

You didn’t leave our house… that’s kinda simp of you, Dream ngl. At least I can sleep easy at night, knowing you’re sleeping somewhere safe. You always did insist that our cabin be some… sort-of mini fortress. I still remember how long it took me to convince you that we didn’t need a five foot obsidian wall… And ya, I did use ** at you. What ya gonna do about it?

From,

Fundy’

~~~

‘To Fundy,

I am not a simp, why would you say that? This entire conversation has devolved, Fundy. It wasn’t supposed to devolve like this. But… I haven’t smiled like this in a long time. You always somehow find a way to make me laugh. Deities I miss your laugh. I miss you. Sorry, forget I wrote that last part. I shouldn’t say that.

From,

Dream’

~~~

‘To Dream,

Don’t. Don’t apologize for feelings you can’t help but feel, Dream. If it’s any consolation, I missed you too. Niki and Ranboo have noticed my change of attitude. They say I’ve moved on but how can I tell them that the only reason I’ve changed is because I’ve begun to talk with you again and because I think this is closure? What is this, Dream? What are we doing?

From,

Fundy’

~~~

‘To Fundy,

I don’t know, Fundy. I don’t know. Is it horrible to say I haven’t stopped loving you? Is it horrible to say that I don’t know if we should move on? I don’t know, star Fundy. It’s been a month. I thought it would be over. I thought you wanted it to be over. I thought I wanted it to be over… what do we do?’

From,

Dream

~~~

‘To Dream,

Batry is getting tired of flying between the two of us.

From,

Fundy’

~~~

‘To Fundy,

Would it be too forward of me to ask you out?

From, 

Dream

P.S. FOR A SMALL MEET-UP. FOR A SMALL MEET-UP.’

~~~

‘To Dream,

Simp.

From,

Fundy

P.S. I would love to, Dream. I would love to have a small meet-up with you.’

~~~

‘To Fundy,

Don’t call me a simp, Fundy :(

...is tomorrow a good time?

From,

Dream’

~~~

‘To Dream, 

Tomorrow is a good time. Meet you halfway?

From,

Fundy’

~~~

‘To Fundy,

Yeah. I’ll meet you halfway.

From,

Dream’

~~~

It ends like this:

~~~

‘The truth is’

Fundy donned on his black jacket.

‘The truth is hard to explain’

Dream donned on his green sweater.

‘Because the truth is’

Fundy opened the door, the sun shining on his face.

‘The truth can shift and change’

Dream closed the door, leaving the cabin in shadow.

‘The truth is’

Fundy began his walk towards their old home.

‘The truth is all about you’

Dream began his walk towards Drywaters.

‘And your honest point of view’

Fundy felt his heart skip a beat with each step.

‘And what’s true for you’

Dream felt his step falter with each heartbeat.

‘Doesn’t have to be true forever’

It had been a month.

‘And sometimes the truth isn’t always’

Yet it felt like a whole other lifetime.

‘For the better’

Fundy took a shaky inhale of air.

‘It’s something that we aspire to’

Dream took a shaky exhale of air.

‘Or maybe, that’s something we say’

Fundy didn’t know what to expect.

‘Until it gets in the way’

Dream didn’t know what to do.

‘And you’re just putting words on a feeling’

Fundy knew he had to confront his demon.

‘I’m not talking about cold, hard facts’

Dream knew he had to confront his angel. 

‘Like science, the alphabet, or math’

Fundy felt the sand beneath his feet.

‘But the truth you use to keep track’

Dream felt the grass beneath his feet.

‘Of who you are and why you act’

Half a day away.

‘The way you act’

Until they meet once again.

‘But the truth is’

Would Dream have changed?

‘The truth doesn’t exist in’

Would Fundy have changed?

‘Black and white’

Fundy brought out the mask.

‘And sometimes two sides’

Dream brought out the hat.

‘Can both be right’

Fundy gave the mask a little kiss.

‘The truth is that you will never really know’

Dream hugged the hat closer to his chest.

‘The truth’

Fundy walked, the desert heat beating at his back.

‘Is that you will only think you know’

Dream walked, the grassland chill caressing his cheek.

‘What’s true for you’

Who would they find?

‘Doesn’t have to be true forever’

A changed man or the man they left behind?

‘And sometimes the truth isn’t always’

Fundy began to see green.

‘For the better’

Dream began to see orange.

‘It’s something that we aspire to’

Fundy tied the mask to the side of his head.

‘Or maybe, that’s something we say’

Dream placed the hat on the top of his head.

‘Until it gets in the way’

Fundy knew there was no turning back.

‘Until it gets in the way’

Dream knew the only way to go was forward.

‘The truth is that you will never really know’

Fundy began to run.

‘The truth is that you will only think you know’

Dream began to sprint.

‘The truth is that you will never really know’

“Dream!” Fundy smiled.

‘The truth is that you will only think you know’

“Fundy!” Dream wheezed.

‘The truth is that you will never really know’

Fundy paused in front of him, his heart no longer aching. “Hey.”

‘The truth is that you will only think you know’

Dream paused in front of him, genuine fondness on his face. “Hey.”

‘The truth can change’

They both stood at a crossroads. Which way do they turn?

‘The truth is…’

If you had the chance to fall in love all over again, would you take it?

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AND IT’S DONEEEEEEEEE

Yayyyyy 13 chapters hnggggggg.

But thank you to those who read up to this point, I hope you guys liked it :D

Now I am off to sleep. Goodbye.

[angelsswirl]

Petrichor

Two

"Cupid must have wrote a love story in the dark. Oh, sloppy Cupid. Doomed us from the start."

"Walk me through it one more time." Yeri's lip quivered as she tried not to laugh. And she was trying really, really hard.

"No, you're going to laugh." A petulant pout overtook Chaeyoung's lips. It's an odd look on her. She's sitting in a desk chair that anyone else would probably describe as something just shy of a throne. And she's dressed head to toe in an Armani suit that someone else picked out for her.

Yeri, her assistant, shook her head profusely. If she was going to laugh, she would have done it already. She was simply holding it in for Chaeyoung's sake. If it were anyone else she would have cracked up in their face, but her boss seemed quite miffed with the situation.

"I promise I won't." She insisted. Rosé narrowed her eyes, then sighed. She grabbed her heart-shaped stress ball off of her mahogany desk. She threw it into the air once, twice, three times before speaking.

"I saw her walk in and may or may not have dropped a 15 pound weight on my toe. She got on the elliptical and it wouldn't work, so I decided that was my opening. I walked over, kicked it with the same probably broken foot, then I asked her out. There." Rosé glared at her assistant who snickered profusely.

"Now hold on. You're forgetting a part." Yeri looked down at the legal pad that had been sitting in her lap. She perused the page before tapping on a particular spot.

"Ah hah! You pulled a business card out of your fucking gym shorts like an absolute psychopath." This must be the final nail in the coffin as she finally howled in laughter, "I'm surprised any of that actually worked. Are you sure she gave you her actual number and not someone else's? Like a cop's?"

"We'll address the fact that you're taking notes on my love life in your quarterly evaluation, but to answer your question I have no idea. I completely embarrassed myself in front of her, but she was smiling like she found it cute."

Yeri eyed the look on her employer's face, "You know I'm just messing with you, Rosie. I'm sure you completely charmed her. Besides, there's only one way to find out." Yeri nodded her head towards Chaeyoung's personal phone which had been haphazardly placed on top of a stack of meeting notes.

"You're right. I need to redeem myself." Chaeyoung grabbed her phone, and searched for your name in her contacts.

Yeri rolled her eyes. Alphas were so weird. She's about to leave the office and give Rosé some semblance of privacy, when a framed picture, sitting on one of the many counters in the room, catches her eye.

"Hey, Rosie. Hate to burst your bubble, but are we just supposed to act like Joy doesn't exist?"

Rosé gave a heavy pause, she sighed and looked up at Yeri, "We've been broken up for two months, so yes we are supposed to pretend like she doesn't exist."

"Yeah, but I don't know if that's how that works."

Rosé sounded tired when she spoke next, "Just drop it, Yeri." She ran a hand through her blonde hair.

Yeri sighed and shook head, "Fine. Don't forget you have a meeting with Spectrum at 12:30 this afternoon."

"I won't. Thank you." Yeri let the door close behind her.

~•~

"Could you knock for once? What if I was naked?" Jisoo frowned as she padded into her livingroom, wiping the sleep from her eyes.

"Why would you walk around naked? You're roommates with a two year old alpha. She'd most definitely try to punch you in the dick." The intruder exclaimed as she pushed passed Jisoo into the kitchen area.

"Roommate would imply that she pays rent. I keep telling her to get a job, but everytime I do she just stares at me then asks for more cheerios. I'm all cheerio-ed out!" Jisoo gripped her hair dramatically.

"Which is exactly why I bought you some real breakfast." As if on queue the sound of small feet slapping furiously against hardwood is heard.

"How do you keep escaping your jail cell?" Jisoo asked, peering down at her daughter with a confused glare.

"Stop calling her crib a jail cell."

"There's bars. I lock those bars. And she's supposed to not be able to get out of those bars. Sounds plenty like a jail cell to me. One time she even ran her sippy cup along the bars and started playing the harmonica."

"Aunt 'Rene!" Lia shouted. She had a wonderful knack for distracting her aunt so she didn't choke her mother to death.

"Hi, Lia. Are you hungry?"

Lia nodded happily.

"She likes to act like she'll starve here. I feed you, too." Lia just stared blankly at her mother as she chewed on a piece of pancake Irene handed her.

"Anyway. Why am I here?"

Jisoo's brows furrowed, "I don't know. You just showed up."

"No. You texted me last night asking me to come over."

Jisoo raised an eyebrow as she checked her phone. It was very plausible. Sounded like something she would do, but she'd be lying if she said she had any recollection of doing it.

The One With The Kid : v v upset. Told cutteeee omega me lifes storie. Wanna sEx her but Jenn3i look at me mean. Pls cum huggg my. Read at 10:03 pm.

"Wow. Drunk at only ten o'clock? I might have a problem."

"You think?"

"Well, it looks like I already told you why you're here. I told a very cute omega my entire life's story and I was totally going to go home with her if Jennie hadn't have ruined it. And I was like completely sober at that point."

"Do you still want that hug?"

"Will you try to choke me?"

"Probably."

"Then yes."

"Sometimes I wonder if your child is actually parenting you instead of the other way around." Irene rolled her eyes then got to setting up the rest of the food she had brought.

"So, what actually happened last night. I'm sure Jennie threw an absolute rager." Irene chuckled at her own joke.

"Y/N made the same joke."

"Who the fu-heck is Y/N?"

"The cute omega. She walked into the kitchen, where I was hiding. We got to talking and I don't know, I just started telling her things." Jisoo explained as she calmly pulled a piece of pancake her daughter would have most definitely choked on out of her hands. She handed it back to her after ripping it in half.

"Do you think-"

"You know, I hate that question."

Irene sighed and poked at her eggs, "It has to be asked, Chu. When was the last time you voluntarily gave any type of information about yourself to a stranger?"

"Never."

"Exactly. Maybe she's the one." Irene shrugged, she eyed her best friend. Jisoo just sat silently and watched her daughter eat.

"I don't know. She saw my phone background and asked about it. And I only hesitated a little bit. She smelled great." Jisoo's eyes took on a bit of a dreamy look, and Irene just chuckled to herself.

"Did she recognize you?"

"Not at first, but I guess I said something and it jogged her memory. She said she had seen some of my videos in her classes."

Irene's eyes widened dramatically, "Oh my God, Chu. How old is she?!"

"She's friend's with Jennie and Lisa. Met them in college, so I'm assuming she's talking about Grad school." Jisoo laughed as the turmoil slowly drained from Irene's face.

"That was close. So, she knows about the kid, your job, and she still didn't run for the hills? Please, tell me you got this girl's number."

"....But you don't like it when I lie to you."

"Jisoo!" Irene admonished.

Lia, assuming this is just a game of word association yelled as well, "Mama!"

"What?! After Jennie walked in she just abruptly left. She had a class this morning." Jisoo shrugged.

"Chu, it's Saturday."

"Oh yeah."

"Then why did she leave? What did Jennie say exactly?"

"She glared at me a bit when she saw me with her. She said Lisa had been looking for Y/N, but Y/N didn't really seem to care. Then Jennie left. Y/N said that was weird, then she said she had to go. That was it. I think she noticed Jennie being weird to me, and it scared her off somehow."

Irene nodded as she listened, "Why was Jennie glaring at you anyway? I thought you guys were cool with each other again."

"I never try to venture into Jennie's mind. I imagine I'd go insane. I think she was just being an alpha really. She probably thought she had an obligation to protect her." Jisoo shrugged once more, "It's okay. If I really wanted her number I'd just get it from Lisa."

"You should really want her number."

Jisoo didn't say anything. She just chewed the inside of her lip as she continued to monitor her daughter's eating.

~•~

"Should I have dressed up a little more?" You asked, self consciously looking down at your sweater and skinny jeans.

"Oh, no! Sorry, I just came from work." Rosé gestured at her suit with a nonchalant wave of her hand.

"Well you look nice."

"So do you." Rosé smiled at you softly. She held the door opened for you.

"Did you want anything?" Chaeyoung gestured to the menu floating over the baristas heads.

"Um, sure a white chocolate mocha, please."

Chaeyoung nodded, "An excellent choice. I think I discovered the drug of coffee back in college. A white chocolate mocha was my gateway drug into plain black. I'm thinking about enrolling my self into coffee-holics anonymous."

You laughed lightly, "I totally understand. I don't think I'd pass my midterms if I didn't have at least two shots of espresso on study nights."

Chaeyoung placed your orders and patiently waited for it to be filled, "What are you studying?"

"I'm earning my master's in education. Would love to be an administrator some day." A big smile spread across your face and Rosé couldn't help but find it contagious.

"You'd make a wonderful administrator one day, I'm sure." When the order is ready, Rosé retrieved them and lead the two of you toward an alcove in the back of the coffeeshop.

"Thank you. Everyone thinks I'm crazy for staying in school so long."

"Do you think it will be beneficial for you in the long run?" Rosé asked as she took a sip of her black coffee.

"Absolutely."

"Then fuck what they think." Rosé said matter of factly. There's a spark in your eye that sort of snatched her breathe right out of her chest.

"That's a bit easier said than done. But, enough about me. What do you do that's got you so dressed up?"

Chaeyoung's eyes widened a bit. She was hoping that she could avoid that question. People always seem to freak out a bit when they realize she'd could probably buy a private island for them if she wanted to.

"I work at a marketing agency. Royal Collective."

"That large as fuck building like right next to central park?!" You asked excitedly. You walked passed that place all of the time. And it was hard to miss, considering it was one of the taller buildings around instead of normal glass windows, the windows had curated, colorful graffiti all over them.

"That's the one." Chaeyoung prided herself on keeping her financial status private. Not many people knew who ran Royal Collective and it was going to stay that way.

"That must be so cool. Does your office have a nice view?"

"It does ac-" Rosé is cut off by the sound of her phone ringing. She sighed discreetly.

"I'm sorry. I have to take this." She stepped a few feet away, and answered the phone.

"I know you're on your little date but we're going to need you to come back in. The CEO of Spectrum is having a tantrum in your office." Yeri's voice does sound apologetic, but she can also hear the humor as she listened to the grown man in the other room scream and cry.

"I'll be there soon." Rosé hung up the phone, then took a deep breath. She turned back around toward you with a slight grimace.

"I'm so sorry. But there's an emergency at work and I have to handle it. Do you mind if we cut this short?"

You stood up quickly, "Not at all. I understand."

Rosé sighed in relief, "Thank you. I'll call you." She kissed you on the cheek before all but sprinting out of there.

You blushed heavily.

~•~

You hated Sundays. Somehow, they're your busiest day of the week. Which, doesn't make sense because you don't have classes on Sundays.

Though, this Sunday is serving to be a bit better than the rest. You were able to get the rest of your classwork done the previous day, so you were free to do whatever you wanted.

You eventually decided on going to your favorite pizza place. It's only around the corner from your apartment, and you've got cravings.

You walked into the small hole in the wall a bit preoccupied with your phone.

You all but rammed into someone just as you crossed the threshold. You're about to lose your balance, when the person grabbed your waist firmly.

"Where's the fire?"

Your looked up with a gasp. Maybe if you weren't so close you'd have something more articulate to say other than "Oh".

"Sorry, Jisoo." You breathed out. Jisoo just chuckled lightly before letting you go.

"It's okay. You might want to look up from your phone at least once next time, though."

You blushed heavily and looked down in embarrassment. It's then that you realized Jisoo isn't alone.

You smiled softly at the small girl hiding partly behind her mother's legs.

"Hello, I'm sorry I ran into your mom, but she's firm. I'm sure she's fine." Lia looked up to her mother for confirmation. Jisoo gave the child a thumbs up.

Lia waddled out from behind her mom. She seemed interested in you for about two more seconds before the claw machine tucked in the corner catches her eye.

"Hm. Normally she hates meeting new people." Jisoo watched as her daughter toddled over to the machine she couldn't reach.

"Kids can be odd." You shrugged, as if it was as easy as that.

"So...come here often?" Jisoo wondered if there was a set of subway stairs she could throw herself down, because what the fuck was that?

"Yes, actually. I live around the corner, and Sal here has the best pizza in this entire state." You nodded toward the owner of the restaurant.

"Never been here before actually. One of my friend's recommended it."

"Smart friend."

"Irene has her moments." Jisoo shrugged. Speaking of Irene, now was her chance. Irene would murder her in cold blood if she found out Jisoo had the opportunity to get your number and then didn't.

"Uh, did you want to maybe-can I get your number?" Those subway stairs have to be close, right?

"Yeah. If you hadn't have said anything, I probably would have asked for yours." Jisoo handed you her phone and watched deftly as you put your number in.

"I would have said yes." The pair laugh until they're interrupted by your phone ringing.

You pulled it out of your back pocket and took a glimpse at the screen.

'Rosé🥀🌹' flashed across it.

It's then that you realize you have a problem.

[westfalloutboy]

Ferrets and Cowardly Lions

Special thanks to @devilrising for being my beta for this piece, you’re the best <3 I haven’t really written Drarry before so this was a fun project. I’ve always wished that there was more fanfic about Hary and Draco being professors together and being in a relationship so I just decided to write my own. If you have any prompts for professors Drarry send them to me!

Harry Potter just totally, absolutely, sucked as an Auror.

 “’Mione, I just don’t know anymore, I don’t think that I’m meant to be an Auror,” Harry said with a sigh, running his hand over his face in exhaustion. He was currently sitting in his best friend’s office as she read over the multiple files on her desk, every so often taking a moment to have a bite from her lunch that Harry had brought.

“That’s what you said after you decided you didn’t want to do quidditch either,” she pointed out, not bothering to look up from her files. “Remember, Ginny tried to get you to try out for the Chudley Cannons and you purposefully messed it up.”

“I did not! I just had a sore shoulder that day!” He exclaimed, sitting up in his seat. “And why would I ever want to be on the Chudley Cannons team?”

Hermione simply shrugged her shoulders and looked up at her best friend. “What are you going to tell your partner when you resign?” She asked, dropping the quidditch talk.

“Ron will be fine,” Harry said, waving his hand dismissively.

“The same Ron who gave you the silent treatment for a week after you told him you didn’t like the Cannons? The one who has dreamed about the two of you being partners since fifth year?”

Harry slumped back down in his chair. “Fuck.”

“I think if you find a good job that would be a good replacement that maybe he would be a little more understanding of it…maybe,” she said with a grimace.

“You’re right,” he murmured, racking his fingers through his hair.

…   …   …   …

“You’re what!?” Ron shouted at his best friend.

“Ronald! Rose is trying to sleep!” Hermione shouted from another room. Harry grimaced and leaned back from the fire call, scared that Ron would reach through and strangle him.

“I’m quitting the Aurors, Ron. I’m miserable, I hate it,” Harry said, leaning back on his heels. “Look, I thought that being an auror was what I wanted but after four years of it, I’m just not happy doing it. I don’t know if maybe it’s because defeating Voldemort sapped it out of me and I didn’t realize it, or what. But being an Auror, it’s just not my calling. I keep getting in trouble with Robards for going against orders, I don’t like following the auror rules, I just want to be able to do my own thing, and I don’t know, I can’t do that as an auror.”

“Well, what-what are you going to do?” Ron spluttered.

“Well, I reckon, I don’t know.” Harry scratched at his head. “I think- I want to take some time to find myself. My entire life I’ve been told I needed to defeat Voldemort, but after that, I wasn’t really left with any real direction.”

“Well, if you need any help, you know ‘Mione can help you find a job. It’s one of the perks of being best friends with the Minister,” he said, giving Harry a wry smile.

“Thanks mate, but this is something I need to figure out on my own,” Harry told him, giving his best friend a smile of his own.

1 year later

“Someone needs to talk to him,” Hermione hissed, looking down at the man who was currently passed out on her couch. Harry’s glasses were cracked, he was wearing sweatpants that Hermione was quite certain did not start out the colour that they currently were, and a baggy Falmouth Falcons shirt.

“I’ve already tried, he won’t listen,” Ron huffed, looking down at his best friend. For the past year, while Harry was supposedly finding himself, he had travelled the world, gotten a few tattoos, and turned into a lazy drunk. Pretty much in that order.

Harry let out a loud snore and rolled over on the couch.

“Oi! Harry! Wake up!” Ron shouted, kicking his friend lightly in the back.

“’M sleeping, go ‘way,” Harry mumbled.

“You need to go home, Harry, now,” Hermione said with an exasperated sigh. “You have a meeting with Headmistress McGonagall at noon.”

Harry shot up from his spot. “What?”

“McGonagall wants to meet with you at Hogwarts today at noon, remember? We had an entire conversation about this last week,” Hermione huffed.

“Why am I meeting Minerva?” He mumbled, rubbing his face tiredly.

“She didn’t say, she just asked to meet with you, now get up, go to Grimmauld Place,  take a shower and for the love of god shave that disgusting beard. Merlin, Harry,” Hermione exclaimed.

Harry scowled as Ron yanked him off the couch and led him to their fireplace. “It’s been a nice time having you here mate, but it’s time for you to go,” he said, clapping Harry on the back. Harry scowled and headed back to his own home. 

…

“To what do I owe the pleasure, Headmistress?” Harry asked, slowly sitting down in the green corduroy chair that sat in front of McGonagall’s giant desk.

“Mrs. Granger wrote me a letter claiming that you were in need of a calling,” she said simply, taking off her glasses and folding them up before she set them on the desk. “My Defense Against the Dark Arts professor has decided that she vehemently hates children and I am in need of a new professor before the start of the new school year.”

“I don’t think I would be a very good teacher,” Harry said with a laugh.

McGonagall raised her eyebrows. “Are you so sure, Mr. Potter?” She asked, folding her hands in front of her on the desk primly. “You’re the Savior of the wizarding world, you were an auror for what? Four years?”  She asked.

“And?” Harry asked, leaning back in his seat.

“And when you were only a fifth year did you or did you not teach a group of students Defense Against the Dark Arts?” She asked.

“Well, that was just because Umbridge wasn’t teaching us anything and we were in the beginning of a war with Voldemort!” Harry exclaimed.

“One year, Mr. Potter, that’s all I ask. Be the Defense Professor for one year, and if you don’t like it, you can leave and go back to getting drunk and passing out in the Granger family’s house.”

“How do you know about that?” He demanded.

“Mrs. Granger and I are friends, we keep up with one another, Mr. Potter. Now, Winky here shall show you to your new quarters and help you get settled. Then, the fun begins and you get to get started planning for your first year here. You still have three months so that will be plenty of time,” she said just as the house elf appeared and looked up at Harry.

“I didn’t even agree!”

“You will do a splendid job, my boy,” Dumbledore said from his portrait behind McGonagall.

Before Harry could even continue to argue, Winky had dragged him out of the room.

3 years later

“Professor Potter!” A first year shouted as he bursted into Harry’s office, tears streamed down his face.

Harry looked up from his grading and frowned. “What is it, Tommy?”

“P-Professor Malfoy took ten points from Gryffindor because I s-said his name wrong,” he sobbed, hiccuping slightly between words. “We-we’re gonna lose the House Cup because of me!”

“We aren’t going to lose the Cup because of the smelly ferret,” Harry told him, ruffling his hair. 

The young boy looked up at him. “Promise?” He asked, his eyes wide. 

“Promise, just you wait, we’re going to win just like Gryffindors do every single year,” Harry said and stood up. “Now, it’s past curfew so let us get you back to the common area and you go up and get some sleep.”

Tommy nodded and followed Harry back to the Gryffindor commons. Once Harry was absolutely sure that the young boy was okay, he headed straight to the dungeons to find a certain Potions professor.

 Not even bothering to knock on the Slytherin’s office door, Harry waltzed in and leaned against the door jamb and stared at the blond man. Draco had himself bent over a large textbook. 

“You really took ten points for him saying your name wrong?” Harry asked, looking amused. Draco jumped and glared at the man in his doorway. 

“Shut the door, were you raised by muggles?” He snapped. 

“Actually, I was,” he said, giving Draco a pointed look before he shut the door and took a seat on the green velvet couch. 

“He called me Professor Mafloy,” Draco said, scowling. 

“Mafloy? That’s it?” Harry asked, raising his eyebrows. 

“I told you, Potter, Slytherins are winning the Cup this year. You and your cowardly Gryffindors are getting far too cocky, and the Slytherins deserve to prove that we are in fact the superior house,” the lanky man said with a sniff. 

“If you say so, now what exactly are you doing?” Harry asked. “I’ll just get you back and take twenty points from Parkinson’s kid tomorrow.”

“Working on a new potion,” he murmured, writing something down in the large leather bound book. “Pansy will in fact show up and throw you in the lake and you very well know it.”

“Has she forgiven her son for getting sorted into Hufflepuff yet?” Harry asked, thinking about the poor eleven year old boy who was still getting howlers from his mother. His twin sister, on the other hand, was sitting very happily in Slytherin, just how their mother wanted.

“Unfortunately, Blaise has not had very much success in getting her to stop being angry,” he said.

“It’s not Zachary’s fault that he’s a Hufflepuff, I mean you’ve met the kid, he’s the nicest child in his year,” Harry stated. Draco shook his head. 

“He’s the first non-Slytherin in the entire Parkinson line,” Draco pointed out.

“And he’s sitting happily in Hufflepuff where he belongs, the boy wouldn’t survive in Slytherin, I’m still unsure as to how he survives with Pansy as his mother,” Harry stated. While everyone in all of Hogwarts were sure that Harry and Draco absolutely hated each other, that wasn’t entirely true. While in front of the students and faculty, Harry and Draco were enemies, in the private rooms of their offices, the two had actually become wonderful friends. Neither were absolutely positive how it had happened, Harry reckoned it started when Draco had run into Harry when the Gryffindor was moving into his quarters, and for the first time since eighth year, saw one another. Draco had awkwardly helped Harry pick up his box that he had spilt and walked with him to his new living quarters. 

From there, the two had an unsteady, awkward friendship that after three years blossomed. Being the youngest professors at Hogwarts, and having as much history between them as they did, it made their camaraderie interesting, but easy. If one of them had a difficult day of classes, the two would meet, either in their office or their rooms and drink and talk absolute shit about their students. Sometimes they would talk about the nightmares they both still struggled with. Other times, they would talk about how they had both felt so entirely lost before they found their places back at Hogwarts. While no one but the two of them knew that they were friends, they had learned everything about one another. 

So much so that it almost felt like Harry knew Draco’s friends as well as they knew their own. But, before they knew it, the two of them were no longer calling one another Potter and Malfoy. Now they were simply Harry and Draco. Unless one of them was irritated. 

“You have anything to drink in here?” Harry asked, looking around the office. Draco’s office was not what anyone would have ever expected for Draco Malfoy. The walls were all covered with shelves and cabinets. The right wall was nothing but potions, potions ingredients, and other questionable objects that Harry was slightly too scared to ask Draco about. The left wall was absolutely nothing but books, as was the wall behind Draco’s desk. The wall in the front held Draco’s awards and achievements. The man didn’t boast about it, or even really talk about it, but he had become one of the most accomplished Potions masters in the entire wizarding world. 

Not very many people were happy about a former death eater being so accomplished at potions, but Harry was beyond proud.

“No, you know I don’t keep drinks in my office, especially not this close to potions. unlike you, I don’t want to have to worry about students breaking into my office for alcohol.”

“That’s only happened twice,” Harry pointed out. 

“Twice! Potter! Twice!” He gave his best friend a look. “How on earth have students gotten into your office and stolen alcohol from you not once, but twice?”

He shrugged. “Their charms teacher is amazing at their job.”

“That’s obviously it,” Draco snorted and stood up straight. He brushed his robes off and looked Harry up and down. “What kind of professor wears jeans?”

“We are not getting into that conversation right now,” Harry said and stood up. “Now, let’s go to your rooms so I can get a drink and you can explain to me how calling you Professor Mafloy is deserving of taking ten points from a first year.”

Draco chuckled and followed Harry out of his office. “He started crying as soon as I took the points away,” he said, a small smirk on his face. 

“Draco.”

“All I’m saying is that Gryffindors are undeserving of their title of being courageous. I have yet to meet a Gryffindor who isn’t scared of me.”

“What am I?” Harry scoffed. “Chopped liver?”

Draco just scoffed and shook his head before the two headed to his rooms. 

The next day, Harry barged through the headmistress’ office with a scowl on his face. 

“Minerva I am over it!” He shouted, unceremoniously falling into the chair in front of her desk. “Malfoy has crossed a line! He took ten points from one of my students for calling him Professor Mafloy! Ten points!”

Before Minerva could even bother to open her mouth, the door to her office slammed open once again, this time a potions professor marched his way into the office. 

“All of Gryffindor House has started calling me Professor Mafloy! I’m taking a thousand points!” He roared. Minerva let out a sigh and looked at the two grown men before her. 

“Honestly, Gentlemen, you have been colleagues for three years now, don’t you think it’s time to be done with these petty arguments?” She asked tiredly. “The two of you should have left all of this behind after the war.”

“He has his students calling me Mafloy, Minvera, Mafloy,” Draco ground out. Harry smirked. 

“It could be worse, I could have them all call you Professor Ferret,” Harry said, crossing his arms, absolutely pleased with himself. He honestly didn’t even have to tell the Gryffindors to call Draco Mafloy, they had decided to do that themselves. 

“Ferret!?” Draco all but screeched and looked at the Headmistress. “Minerva!”

“I am not getting in the middle of the two of you and your mindless squabbling. Mr. Potter, I advise you to cease and desist on calling Mr. Malfoy anything but his given name. The same goes for your Gryffindors. And if I hear about either of you needlessly taking points from one another's house, I will take your point privileges away, do I make myself clear?”

“Yes Ma’am,” both men said dutifully. 

“Good, now go to your next classes,” she said, dismissing the two professors. 

The two stomped out of the office and Draco glared at Harry. 

“I hate you,” he muttered and Harry gave him a cheeky smile. 

“I hate you too, Professor Mafloy,” he said before he spun on his heel and headed to his first class of the day, letting out a yelp as Draco’s stinging hex hit him on the heel. He flicked two fingers at the blond man before he turned out of the hall.

…

Draco clenched his jaw when he saw the stuffed ferret sitting on his desk. “Potter? Was this your doing?” He demanded, not even bothering to turn to look at the man who was currently smothering away his amusement. 

“Would you even believe me if I told you no?” He asked, coming up and picking up the stuffed Ferret. “Aw, Malfoy, it looks just like you,” Harry cooed.

“Remember that statement next time you accept a drink from me, or a hangover potion, Potter.”

“You ruin all of my fun,” Harry said sullenly, as he looked at the white ferret. “But no, this was not my doing. I believe a certain Headmistress left it for you,” he told his friend as he picked up a note that sat on Draco’s desk. 

Draco snatched it and scowled at the paper. “Let this be a reminder that I will take your point privileges away.” He looked up at Harry sharply. “Did she leave you a threat too?”

“Yes,” he said, a scowl now on his face as well. “A stupid little lion that was crying. She’s mean.”

“She is,” Draco agreed before he grabbed the stack of papers. “Your rooms or mine tonight?”

“Mine, I don’t trust anything you try to give me to drink,” Harry said with a sigh. “Although, I will warn you, I have a boggart hiding in my room at the moment and I’m still not entirely for sure where it’s at.”

Draco raised his eyebrows. “How on earth do you lose a boggart?”

Harry laughed as the two walked out of Draco’s office together. “I’ll be honest, I am an absolutely lousy professor. I’m still not sure how I even got my job.”

“Nepotism, I would imagine. Considering your best friend is the minister.”

“My best friend is a lousy potions master, what are you talking about?” Harry asked, bumping his shoulder against Draco’s. Draco’s cheeks turned a light pink.

“Shut up, you git. You’re horrid when it comes to grading, and keeping up with your assignments, and creatures, you’re also pretty bad at keeping your Gryffindors out of trouble, but I won’t lie, you’re an excellent Defense professor. Probably one of the best that Hogwarts has ever had.”

“Draco,” Harry cooed. “That’s the nicest thing you have ever said to me!”

Draco glared at his best friend before heading up the stairs. 

“So, I’ve heard about some new colleagues that we should be getting,” Harry said conversationally as they got to his rooms. 

“And?” Draco asked, raising his eyebrows, the two of them walking in.

“And Hagrid is recommending Charlie Weasley to take over Magical Creatures, and Neville Longbottom just got a job offer to teach Herbology.”

Draco froze and stared at the man in front of him. “A Weasley and Longbottom?” He demanded. 

“At least it isn’t Ron?” Harry offered, pushing Draco into his rooms. 

“Thank Merlin it isn’t the Weasel, but still, Harry, I am going to have to deal with both of them?” He demanded as Harry poured the two of them both a glass of firewhiskey and they sat side by side on Harry’s old couch. 

“I think that you’ll be just fine,” Harry stated, patting Draco’s knee softly.  “Did I ever tell you I actually had a crush on Charlie?”

Draco glanced at him. “Merlin, Harry, just how many Wesleys did you have a thing for?” He demanded. 

Harry hummed and took a sip of his drink. “Three. You’re not allowed to know the third one because you’ll just make fun of me.”

That made Draco grimace. “Don’t tell me it was the Weasel.”

“Fuck no!” Harry said, absolutely horrified at the very thought. “It was George.”

“No kidding,” Draco laughed. 

“Unfortunately George is very straight and very much interested in his wife. Charlie, on the other hand, a few years ago he was trying to figure out his sexuality and I was going through my weird journey of self discovery. I got sex, Charlie realized he was asexual. Kinda bruised my ego won’t lie,” Harry said. 

Draco snorted, something that once upon a time would have shook Harry to his core to hear Draco Malfoy do something so undignified. “My first time was with Theo.”

“Gross!”

“Not nearly as bad as the time I got so fucked that I tried to fuck Greg.”

Harry choked and looked at his friend. “No!”

Draco’s cheeks went red. “Unfortunately. He turned me down, thank heavens.”

“You and Goyle,” Harry laughed, shaking his head in disbelief. The two continued talking about their past conquests as Harry’s floo opened up and someone stepped through. 

“Harry could you possibly- Malfoy?” Hermione said, confused. 

“What’d you mention-Malfoy?” Ron said, looking at the two men sitting uncomfortably close to one another on Harry’s couch. Draco coughed and rapidly stood up. 

“Well, Potter, thank you for the drink but I do believe it’s time I retire to my rooms,” he said, brushing off his pristine trousers. 

“Draco,” Harry said with a sigh. “Finish-“

“I have some grading to get done,” he said before quickly leaving Harry’s rooms. 

Ron frowned. “That was weird, what was Malfoy doing here? Why was he here?” He asked. 

“We were having drinks,” Harry said with a sigh, setting his glass down. “What did you need?”

“I didn’t know that you and Malfoy were friends,” Hermione said, sitting on the couch next to Harry.

“Yes, Draco and I are friends, we’ve been friends. Now, what did you need,” Harry said impatiently. He wasn’t trying to be rude to his friends, it was just that he enjoyed spending a few hours each night with Draco. It was the thing he looked forward to most throughout the day. 

Ron gave his best friend a confused look. “You’re friends with the ferret?”

Harry made a face. “Don’t call him that. What did you need?”

“Well, we were going to see if you wanted to get drinks considering we haven’t seen you in weeks,” Hermione said, crossing her ankles. 

“But it seems that you’re already ahead of us,” Ron said dryly. “Seriously Harry, the ferret?” He demanded. 

“Yes, Ron, the ferret, we’ve been friends for a while now,” Harry said. 

“Oh,” Ron said and made a face. “Why?”

“Why are we friends?” Harry asked, glancing over at the man. 

“Yes, why are you friends with Malfoy? Think about everything he put you through! He’s a horrible person! Do you not remember seventh year?” Ron demanded. 

“You mean when he lied about recognizing me? Or what about eighth year when he apologized to all of us for letting his parents influence him? You have no idea who Draco is anymore, he’s an amazing person,” Harry exclaimed defensively. 

“Harry,” Hermione said slowly. “Is there something that we’re missing here?”

“What do you mean? We’re friends, so what?” Harry asked, shrugging his shoulders. He stood up and poured both Ron and Hermione something to drink. 

“That didn’t look like being just friends,” Ron mumbled. “You were...cuddling. Wait, are you together?!”

“We were just sitting together and talking, it wasn’t cuddling, Ron. We aren’t together”

“Harry, do you like him?” Hermione asked, staring at the man wide eyed. 

“What? No? I mean why would I?” Harry spluttered. 

“I mean, it’s pretty obvious mate,” Ron said, scratching his chin thoughtfully. 

Harry handed the two their glasses and slumped his shoulders. “Is it obvious?” He asked, frowning. 

“I mean, we’ve known you since you were eleven, we’ve seen how you were with Cho, and Ginny, and even George,” Hermione said and Ron shuddered. 

“Don’t remind me of that,” he mumbled. 

“And you’ve always had a weird obsession with Malfoy,” she continued, elbowing her husband in the side. “It makes sense.”

“It does?” Ron asked, looking between his two friends. 

“Well of course it does, it could be one of the reasons why Harry has been so happy these last few years,” Hermione reasoned, taking a sip of her firewhiskey. 

“Well, don’t worry, nothing is going to happen between Draco and I. He’s definitely not interested.” Harry sat across from the two and crossed his legs. 

“He looked interested,” Hermione said.

Ron looked at her. “Did you not see how fast he ran out of here? Are you sure about that?” 

“Honestly, Ronald, he ran out of here because  of us,” Hermione huffed.

Harry let out a sigh and rested his face in his hands. He was going to lose his mind. 

….

“I can’t believe you ran out of my rooms like a Hufflepuff last night,” Harry said with a sigh, falling onto the couch in Draco’s office. “I was stuck dealing with both of them questioning me for the rest of the night.”

Draco looked up from the potions essays he was grading and frowned. “Why were they questioning you?”

Harry let out an awkward laugh. “Well, uh, funny thing is, they thought that we were er, together.”

Draco slowly set down his quill and smirked. “Together, huh? Cute.”

“Shut up, Prat.”

“I don’t think you’d be able to handle being with me,” Draco said, a small smirk still on his face.

“Trust me, I’ve been handling you just fine as it is, if we were in a relationship my life would probably be a lot easier,” Harry said with a shrug. 

Draco raised an eyebrow. “Really?”

“Of course, Molly would stop hinting at me that I needed to get back together with Ginny, Ron and Hermione would stop trying to hook me up with random Ministry friends, and best of all, I’d have you in my bed. I’d say it wouldn’t be too horrible,” Harry finished, kicking his feet up onto the couch. Draco came around his desk and walked towards Harry before he looked down at him. 

“You’d want me in your bed? Is that right?” He asked and Harry gave him a sly smile. “Where did you get this confidence?”

“Ron and Hermione encouraged me,” Harry told him.

“Well, then what exactly are we doing in my office?”

A slow smile grew on Harry’s face. Draco pulled him off of the couch and took Harry’s hand in his and dragged him out of the office. “We’re going to get caught,” Harry laughed. 

“We won’t, don’t worry Potter,” Draco said before they rushed up the stairs and went straight to Harry’s rooms. 

Draco laid his head on Harry’s chest. “So we’re doing this?” He asked, running his hand up and down Harry’s side. 

“Yeah, I think we are,” he murmured. 

“Can we keep it quiet for a while?” Draco asked, tilting his head back to look at Harry. “As much as I enjoy this, I have to admit, I still have fun making everyone think we hate one another.”

“You just like to yell at me in front of people,” Harry joked, kissing the top of his head. 

“That too,” Draco said, smiling.

1 year later

“I heard that Professor Malfoy and Professor Potter are dating,” a third year Hufflepuff, Molly whispered to her Defense partner. 

Harry smiled and leaned down between the two girls. “What makes you think that?” He whispered. 

“Oh, uh, Professor Potter,” she said awkwardly. 

“How about we get back to working on our freezing spells?” He suggested before waltzing up to the front to watch everyone work on the spell. 

“Rodger, no stinging hexes! Five points from Slytherin,” he said. 

Later when Harry walked into his rooms, he found Draco glaring at him in his bedroom. “Five points for a stinging hex?” He demanded, pinching Harry’s side. “What happened to not taking points for stupid reasons!”

“He cast a stinging hex! It wasn’t even his partner that he cast it on!” Harry said, smacking his boyfriend’s hands away from him. “Why are you being grumpy?” He demanded. 

“Because, Potter, one of my students saw this!” He exclaimed, pulling the scarf off of his neck and showing a large love bite. 

Harry smirked. “You weren’t mad when I left it on your neck this morning,” he said, wrapping his arms around Draco’s waist. “So it’s fine, just use a glamour tomorrow. Now, I’m tired, it’s nearly midnight, I’ve been grading and I’m ready to change into something comfier.”

“Do you know how many questions I got about it?” Draco demanded as the two of them changed into their pyjamas. 

“It’s fine, we’re going to have to go public eventually,” Harry said, pushing Draco onto his bed and straddling him. “I’ve been thinking about it a lot, lately.”

“Thinking about what?” Draco questioned, staring up at the man. 

“I think it’s time for us to come out and be public,” Harry said, taking Draco’s hands in his. “I mean, all of our friends and family know, and just because we’re together doesn’t mean that we need to stop harassing each other. I’m still going to call you a prat when you’re picking on students.”

“What do you think people would say?”

Harry hummed. “I don’t think it truly matters,” he said, giving Draco a soft kiss. “I just want to hold your hand during mealtimes and sit with you during quidditch matches.”

Draco pursed his lips for a moment. “I think I can handle that,” he said. He gave Harry a soft kiss just as someone knocked on the door to Harry’s quarters. “I’ve got it,” he said and kissed Harry again before he climbed off of Harry’s bed and answered the door.

“Harry, it’s a Gryffindor!” Draco called and Harry let out a whine. This wasn’t what he meant when he told Draco he was ready to come out.  

He went out to the front room and frowned when he saw the Gryffindor prefect, Aaron, sitting nervously on the couch with Leslie, a first year. “What’s going on?”

“I-I just miss my parents,” she sniffed, hugging what looked like Draco’s stuffed ferret to her chest. 

“I’ll get some tea,” Draco murmured. “I might have some Peace Draught lying around here somewhere.”

“Love, quit leaving your potions in my quarters,” Harry huffed before he sat next to Leslie. “How about we floo your parents?”

“Th-they’re muggles,” she sniffed, rubbing her eyes. Harry let out a hum and crossed his legs. 

“Well, that does put a damper on things, doesn’t it?” He mused and looked at the prefect, still staring at the men in shock. “Aaron, you can take a seat if you would like.”

Aaron slowly sat on the other side of Leslie just as Draco came back with a tray of teacups. 

“Miss Hay, your’s has some drops of Peace Draught in it, if that is okay with you,” he said.

“Thank you Professor Malfoy,” she said, taking the tea cup. 

“You’re welcome,” he said, a small smile on his face before he looked at Aaron. “It was a good call to ask for help, Mr. Evans. Professor Potter is excellent at calming down cowardly lions.” He carefully set the tray of tea on the small coffee table.

“Draco,” Harry chided before he put his attention back to the now calm little girl. “How about tomorrow, you and I will write a letter to your parents and set up a time for them to come and visit you?”

Leslie looked up at him wide eyed. “You can do that?” She asked. 

“Of course, I’m Harry Potter, I can do whatever I want,” he said with a small smile. 

“Prat,” Draco murmured, smacking the back of Harry’s head. “I’m heading back to bed, let me know if you need anything.”

He leaned down and pressed a chaste kiss to Harry’s lips before he went back to Harry’s bedroom. 

“Well, how about the two of you finish your tea and I’ll take you back to your rooms?” Harry suggested, taking a sip of his own tea. 

“Are you and Professor Malfoy dating?” Aaron blurted before slapping a hand over his mouth. 

Harry gave the sixth year an amused smile. “Well, I’m not sure if that is really any of your business, is it?” He asked.

“Sorry,” he mumbled. 

“Five points from Gryffindor for being nosey!” Draco called from Harry’s room. Harry rolled his eyes. 

“Five points to Gryffindor for helping out your fellow student,” he said, winking at Aaron. Once the little girl was calmed down, Harry walked the two Gryffindors back to their rooms before he returned to his own where Draco was already fast asleep. Harry smiled before he climbed into bed with him and kissed the side of the Slytherin’s head softly. Hopefully they wouldn’t wake up being the topic of everyone’s discussion.

*Note. I still want to write more in this universe so I’ll be writing more stories about it. This was mainly just setting it up, but I think it’s done for now. The final scene was inspired by this drarry post by @spielzeugkaiser.

Part two is now here 

[coffeesuperhero]

fic: you can’t go home again

2900 words, somewhere on a continuum between Gen and pre-OT3, rating: Mature. Eliot-POV, set immediately after Low Low Price, but like, in the correct universe, where Low Low Price Job came before the Rundown Job instead of after. 

I wrote this because it bugs the heck out of me that afaik there’s no in-canon answer to why Eliot cut his hair, so I wrote 2900 words of post-Low Low Price blathering to explain it to myself...and actually addressed that in like one sentence, lol. I am who I am. 

It's an hour from the house that used to be Eliot's home back to Oklahoma City, or at least, it's an hour if you care about speed limits. On this particular occasion, Eliot makes it in a little more than half that. He spends the time he made up driving aimlessly around, looking at all the shit that's here now that wasn't here when he left. What his hometown lost, this place has found. He doesn't really know how to feel about that. Good? Bad? Vindicated? He left home behind the first time for a long list of reasons, but one at the top of the list was that he didn't see a future where he was, not for himself, not for anybody else, and what do you fucking know. He wasn't wrong.

Even so, maybe he could have called at least once in the last decade.  For all the good it would have done. At least he could say he tried. But he didn't, and now there's so much water under the bridge there's an ocean where there used to be a river.

There's a parking garage entrance on his right, one of the ones downtown connected to one of the big old hotels, and he pulls into it and just sits there for a bit. Looks at the empty space on the passenger seat where the six pack of beer was sitting. Looks at the signs on the wall of the garage directing him to the hotel's entrance. Thinks about staying the night. Thinks about how he's supposed to be back in Portland in a couple of days, because he asked that nice lady from the last job on a date, a real one, because he was suffering under some kind of delusion that he could be a normal guy instead of a miserable fucking bastard whose longest relationship to date is, ha, probably the one he doesn't actually have with Parker and Hardison.  

"Fuck," he says, staring at himself in the rearview mirror.

Whatever he decides to do tonight, he's pretty sure at this moment that all attempts at normalcy are a no-go, so he pulls out his phone, finds Tabitha's number, and cancels all of that bullshit with what he hopes is an appropriately apologetic note. He doesn't type You reminded me of home and that was nice but you know what, I tried and it turns out they're right, and you can't go home again, and trust me on this one, you're better off without me, because he may be miserable but he knows full well that misery doesn't actually love company, misery doesn't love anything, and he's not passing that on to a nice lady who's just trying to run her business and go about her day.

He hits send, and then he turns off his phone and leans against the headrest.

"Fuck," he says again. Now what?

He assesses the situation. Plays out his options. So, this fucking hurts, first of all. But that's fine. Eliot's no stranger to injuries. Getting them, fighting through them, healing up after. First rule of injuries: don't fucking lie to yourself about how bad it is. Well, the first rule is probably, get yourself the hell away from whoever did that shit to you, but the second one is definitely some variation on be honest about how much it sucks. And this shit may be an emotional fucking injury but that doesn't mean it doesn't fucking suck. Hell, it's his own goddamn dad, and that bridge isn't just burned, it's in little pieces floating downriver. It'll keep hurting tomorrow, regardless of what he does tonight. It'll probably hurt for a while.

How do you treat any of that? If this was just a broken bone or a concussion or some shit he'd know what to do, but he's kind of at a loss, right now. After all, the last time he went through this particular kind of injury the way he treated it was to fuck off and join the army, and none of that is an option anymore for any number of reasons.

He looks at the hotel sign again. What the fuck is he gonna do here tonight, anyway? He's close enough to Bricktown, which has really fucking taken off since he left here, so he could probably wander into some bar, pick somebody up, bring them back to a hotel room-- and then what? Fuck them and hope in the morning it doesn't sting as much?

Maybe it wouldn't be the worst way to spend an evening but it also just doesn't hit right, tonight. He's not good company right now. Doesn't want to fake being charming or happy or whatever for somebody for a night so he can feel just a little less miserable for a few hours before he leaves this place and never comes back. He came all the way out here for a real conversation that he's never really going to have, and now he has a very real ache in his chest from years and years of regret, and whatever he does after this he just wants it to be real, too, even if it's just wallowing in real misery for a while.

That does sound more like what Nate would do, though, and that isn't particularly interesting to him. He knows where that road goes and it's not anyplace he wants to be, because if it was Nate in this situation there's a good chance he'd crawl right into a bottle and never come out. And there's Sophie, who would paint on a convincing smile while she quietly bottled up all the pain and the hurt to use later for motivation, like it was some magic potion she could drink later to fuel a con, and who knows, maybe she could, but he doesn't think he can. And what would Hardison do? Eliot snorts. Like he even has to ask. Stay, definitely. Drive back down there right now and try again. And again, and again, patiently offering his heart to people whether they deserve it or not. That's Hardison all over. And Parker-- Parker would cut and run and you'd never know she'd been there.

Except no, that's not right. That's Eliot's play, or it used to be. Parker would never have come back in the first fucking place. Parker would have known better.

If he had known better, he'd still be in Portland, probably cooking the two of them dinner, because that's how he spends more evenings than he'd like to admit, lately. That, or re-planning the menu for the brewpub, because someone has to, and it looks like that someone has to be him, because if he leaves it up to Hardison the pizza will have anchovies and pineapple and the beer really will live up to Parker's promise of mouth crimes. They need him. And-- well-- okay, he needs them, too, probably. If he wants something real, they are definitely that. Sometimes they're just real weird, but even on their worst days hanging out with them is better than sitting here alone. They're his; he’s theirs. They're family. The only one he's got.

So he starts the truck and drives straight to the airport and asks the ticket agent if there's any way in hell he can get back to Portland tonight.

But there's nothing direct from here to Portland left going out today on any airline, and no matter how much he sweet talks the nice lady behind the counter, that ain't changing. She kinda reminds of his grandmother, which honestly is just not helping his emotional state, and is probably the reason why, when he opens his mouth to plead his case to this lady what comes out is, "I just really need to be with my family," instead of literally anything else.

"Bless your heart," she says, reaching across the counter to gently pat his hand, and fuck, isn't that just the worst thing she could've said. People from other places tend to assume that phrase only means one thing, but the actual truth is that it can mean anything from boy, are you a dumbass to I see your pain and I want you to know that you are not alone in this cold dark world and I don't rightly know how but trust me, it is going to be okay, and this is the latter one, for sure. And he has held up under torture, under hours and hours and days and days of physical pain, without cracking, but this sweet lady and her voice and her eyes that crinkle up like his grandma's and her bless your heart kindness are going to be the death of him, probably. He gives her a very watery smile in response, and she pats his hand again and says, "Let's find you a flight."

It takes four connections and an overnight flight to do it, but eventually, Eliot and his newfound best friend, Miss Roxanna, queen of the American check-in counter at the Will Rogers World Airport, work this shit out.

"Listen, honey," she says, as she hands him his tickets, "I don't know what you've got going on and I don't need to, but it's gonna be all right."

"Thank you, ma'am," he manages to say, and he's glad he has to run to make it through security and find his gate because he can't stand here and do this shit much longer without spilling his guts to a total stranger.

He doesn't sleep on the plane to L.A.. He does try, he just can't get there. Every time he closes his eyes he just sees his dad's stupid hardware store. So he stays awake. He even does the crossword, or most of it. He eats the plane snacks when the flight attendant comes around with the basket of slightly fancier shit that they serve in first-class. Maybe he flirts with her a little, but only out of habit. Mostly he just stares out the window and wonders what Parker and Hardison are doing right now and why he thought he needed to leave in the first place, and then he thinks about that last job and that old guy, Martin, and realizes that he was always going to try to go home again, so maybe he can at least stop beating himself up for that.

He cuts his hair in the bathroom of the American Airlines Admirals Club Lounge in terminal four of LAX at one in the goddamn morning, because he's tired and plane-sweaty and even though they have showers here his hair just won't stop sticking to his damn neck and he's got two more flights before he's back in Oregon and he's about over it. So he palms some scissors from the lady at the lounge desk when she's not looking, hits the bathroom, and hacks it all off. It ain't clean or neat and honestly he doesn't give a fuck. It suits his mood. And when he looks at his reflection and feels a little pang that it's gone, that's even better. What does it matter? It's just hair. He's not Samson; his hometown wasn't Delilah. He doesn't get his power from it or some bullshit like that.

Because airlines are bullshit, from L.A. he actually has to go all the way back to Dallas before he can get to Seattle and his last flight, but at least after all of that the flight from SeaTac to Portland is over almost before it starts, and he shuffles off the plane and out of the airport like a zombie coming back to life. Eliot never thought he could be so goddamn grateful for Portland, so different from the home he left behind and still carries around in his heart. Portland, with all its rain and tall cedars and the looming specter of Mount Hood in the distance, is nothing like the place he left, but god, he could almost fall to his knees at the sight of all of it now.

What he means to do, when he gets in his car, is go to his place and pass out for a few hours before he inevitably finds his way to the brewpub. The drive is so easy and there's so little traffic this early that he just sort of autopilots himself around, and he doesn't even register that he's not at his own place until he's putting in the alarm code on Parker and Hardison's apartment door, muscle memory piloting his fingers through the sequence when his tired brain can't be bothered with the recall. The code's keyed specifically to him, he knows, so if anyone up there is awake and cares to see it, they'll know he's here and probably go right back to sleep, because it is early the fuck o'clock and he knows it.

He's exhausted and he feels like he's been on twice as many planes as it took him to get here, but he walks in, closes the door quietly behind him, and tosses his keys on the table by the door where he always leaves them when he's here. And it's just right. This, right here, this specific place, is just where he needed to be. He sinks onto the couch in the living room, too tired to haul himself any further, to the spare room that stays spare, just in case. Just in case of Eliot. He knows that. They've never told him it's his space. They also never told him he couldn't leave his shit there. So he's got clothes in the closet and maybe a few other things besides, a little home away from home, for the nights when he's here too late or has an extra beer or just plain does not want to go home to an empty apartment when his heart is here.

He's trying to will himself to get up when he hears the door to their bedroom open, catches a few lines of whispered conversation, first Hardison, then Parker. There's noise in the kitchen-- the soft beeps of the coffee pot, the click-hiss of the gas stove, the sizzle of bacon-- and then there they both are, right beside him.

Nobody looks at him funny. Nobody even says a word. Hardison sets a steaming cup of coffee on the coffee table in front of him; Parker follows it up with a plate of toast and bacon and eggs. A few minutes later they curl up, one of them on either side of him, holding their own plates, and nobody tells him to eat or drink, they just leave him be. But that midnight meal in the American lounge was hours ago, now, and he should eat before he passes out, probably, so he reaches for his plate and digs in, grateful that someone around here who isn't him has apparently figured out that you can have something besides hot pockets or cereal for breakfast.

The silence is comforting for a while, until it isn't, with neither of them saying a damn word, and what are they waiting for, anyway? He's never here this early unless it's for a reason, even if the reason is just that there wasn't anyplace else he wanted to be.

"Don't you want to know what I'm doing here?" he asks finally, when it seems like they're just going to keep on waiting until he says something.

"Why would you need a reason to be here?" Parker asks, and Hardison just looks up from his phone and says, "Yeah man, you're home," and shrugs, like of course there's nowhere else he would be, and god, if he's home, then no, there really isn't anywhere else. It’s funny, because up until this moment, at least in his head, home has still been a tiny town two-thousand miles east of here, but that’s not right, not anymore, and now he knows it, for sure. Looks like the lady at the ticket counter was right after all. It was gonna be okay.  

"Yeah," he says, with a grateful smile. "Yeah, okay. I'm home."

He's so tired he can't even clock who moves first, maybe Hardison, maybe Parker, hell, maybe it was him or even all of them together, but the end result is, there are two sets of arms wrapped around him and two sleep-warm people pressed against his ribs on both sides. And it's been a long day and a long year and a long life, to be honest, and he may be tired but he's not alone and he's home, so he just lets them hold onto him for a while, and he holds on right back. Maybe you can't go home again, but you sure as hell can make a new one. This one, at least, he is going to do his goddamn best not to burn to the ground.

[the-fiction-witch]

NSFW 100 Officer Thanisson

1. What’s the dirtiest thought you’ve ever had about a total stranger?

I guess I don't think about strangers. Is that normal? Maybe it's just because I don't think about sex all that often? Or maybe because I know pretty much everyone onboard now?

2. Do you prefer sex at night, in the morning, mid-afternoon, or NOW?

Uhhh morning I think, it sounds nicer. nice snuggle leading into kissing and then into some… fun. Plus the finalizer is close quarters with others the walls are like paper I wouldn't want to disturb anyone or wake anyone up.

3. What’s your favourite way to be seduced? 

Y/n does this thing where she strokes her fingers across my hand while she makes direct eye contact… it does… things to me.

4. What’s the dirtiest fantasy you’ve had at work?

I once imagined y/n had snuck to work with me and sat under my desk at the control panel and uhhh sucked me off. Ummmm it was so dirty I had to run home on my break just to finish myself it was so good.

5. How would you dominate your boss sexually if given the chance?

I'll be honest. I'd think about it! He's a dick and he's not that bad looking… 

6. What do you do when you get horny in public?

Hide from the world. Or run back to my room. I am not good at being… outwardly Sexual.

7. Have you ever masturbated in a public bathroom?

No! They have cameras everywhere on here even in the bathrooms. I'll just wait till I can go home.

8. What’s the weirdest thing you’ve thought about while touching yourself?

I once dreamt… about y/n, masturbating while she was on a planet mission, just video calling me showing her laid on this little bed, her breasts bouncing, her pussy glistening, as she Screamed for me. I wish she would sex call me from missions sometimes it would make me so horn- happy. Happy.

9. What’s the strangest prop you’ve used to get yourself off?

We have a little alarm clock. It's meant to be for the kitchen or for work stuff because when it goes off it vibrates, it's meant to vibrate off of whenever you put it and go across the floor so you can't ignore it but uhhh… I have put it down my pants and set it for in two minutes. Fuck I screamed so loudly… feeling myself up the whole time it went off. 

10. Do you remember the first time you felt aroused?

I don't remember it exactly I remember like the aftermath like I now know all of training I was horny as fuck I was hard, I was aroused but because y/n was with me I just thought I was nervous but as I watched her walk away I knew… ohh fuck I'm in love aren't I? And uhh something is wrong with my pants.

11. Who gave you your first orgasm?

Y/n did, I had never really worked out how to do it without her so I just kinda lives with it and then a date night about ten months into our relationship we laid on my bed making out hard and she slipped her hand down and… well you know what she did.

12. Do you remember what that first orgasm felt like?

Not really. I was on another planet, just kinda staring at her feeling this wave of unexplainable feeling washing over me taking away years if build up frustration.

13. Have you ever had sex with someone whose name you never knew?

No, never.

14. What’s your favourite thing about a quickie?

Just getting it over with getting rid of this stupid thing or or course helping y/n when she needs me desperately too

15. What the most sexually daring thing you’ve ever done?

Everything on our trip to lapliaz, it's a small moon of a planet far from here and we went for a little anniversary trip last spring and uhh everything on lapliaz is an aprohdesiax for humans, and I mean… everything. The food. The water. The air! As you can imagine little cabins are very popular destinations on lapliaz, we had so much sex in the garden, in the rivers, anywhere possibly could. It was a world of sex and I can't wait to go back… for our honeymoon.

16. Have you ever fantasized about fucking one of your teachers?

No… should I have?

17. Do you ever mentally strip strangers just for kicks?

Sometimes, when I'm bored but it always ends up to me just thinking about y/n

18. And then imagine, in dirty detail, what it would be like to fuck them?

No! I wait for that sort of thing till I get home 

19. Have you ever kissed someone of the same sex?

Yes. Many times. Mostly trooper boys in truth or dare but I like it fine

20. What inspires you to make the first move?

Uuhhh no. Y/n makes the first move I do not. I am not… that sexual of a boy.

21. In your opinion, what does it mean to be good in bed?

To make your partner Happy and to not be a dick.

22. Have you ever cheated on a boyfriend or girlfriend because you just couldn’t help yourself?

No! I've only ever done anything with y/n. Except some kissing and stuff with the guys but that was before we where together and she knows about it all I've told her she doesn't mind I had a couple of flings before we got together so did she I would never chest on her never.

23. Have you ever pushed the boundaries of fidelity to the brink and then retreated just for the rush?

No! Why would I risk hurting the feelings of the most wonderful girl in the galaxy? Why would anyone do that? 

24. Do you have a go-to masturbation fantasy?

Uhhhhh well… I don’t do it much but whenever I do I always Imagine my sweet y/n in her tight first order uniform, bending over and teasing me with her sexy body, or imagining her touching herself in her room, or in her on her little missions hidden away moaning for me

25. What kind of porn turns you on?

I don’t really look at porn. I just imagine y/n if I ever need to, but if I really don’t want my imagination when y/n is away then I’ll bring up some of her beautiful pictures she takes and sends me while she’s away. Or our video’s and pictures from our time on lapliaz

26. Have you ever had sex with your eyes closed?

A couple of times not on purpose I just sometimes shut my eyes when I get so overwhelmed especially if y/n is on top

27. Have you ever blindfolded or handcuffed your partner?

y/n has blindfolded me so many times she enjoys torturing me, she hasn’t handcuffed me yet but… I wouldn’t put it past her planning it

28. Does naughty talk get you aroused?

Ughhhhhh well I uhh kinda… when she makes eye contact and says something to me with that evil little smile

29. Are you sure about that, my dirty little forest nymph of a sex god?

Well… Yeah, I uhhh….. I’m sure 

30. What’s the dirtiest thing someone’s ever said to you during sex?

“My sexy baby want to be inside me? Hu? Is that what you like? Being inside me? Then make love to me baby” 

31. Have you ever watched another couple get it on without them knowing?

No! That is weird why would you wanna do that!

32. Have you ever watched another couple have sex with their permission?

No! Who wrote these? This is crazy...

33. How would you respond if a couple approached you to be their “third”?

No thank you, y/n teasing me is enough I do not want another person involved.

34. What’s the most flattering thing someone’s said about your naked body?

“So beautiful, so handsome, how can I stop these desires towards you when you are so lovely” 

35. When’s the last time you had a vivid sex dream?

Two nights ago, she was away on a mission to track the rebels and I imagined her in bed with me teasing me and torching me in all the dirty little ways she loves

36. What do you think an orgy would be like?

Awkward… I am a small introverted boy. I am not that sexual I don’t think I’d enjoy it

37. Have you ever propositioned a total stranger?

No! 

38. What does your ideal one-night stand look like?

I don’t like one night stands, I want to be able to cuddle and to have breakfast the next day and… truly feel in love

39. How long does it take you to get yourself off, on average?

About ten minutes on my own or… with my clock. 

40. What’s the weirdest thing that turns you on?

Y/n’s voice. I can hear her voice call across a room and I have had to put my legs together or cross my legs and force the thoughts that perk up in my mind when ever I hear that beautiful voice 

41. Have you ever had a naughty dream about a close friend or family member?

No! What is wrong with you people?

42. Have you ever woken up humping your pillow?

So many times. Like daily if y/n’s on missions without me. Or her if she’s there

43. When’s the last time you orgasmed in your sleep?

……..Yesterday.

44. What’s the most embarrassing thing that’s happened to you while hooking up?

Well cumming to early. And screaming too loud, having people walk in on us, but the worst was that I got the hiccups one time after a very intense make out. 

45. Do you like touching yourself in front of the people you sleep with?

Well I like doing it for her while she’s away if she asks it of me, I’ll let her watch me all she wants but never in the same room… well I would if she wanted me too 

46. What’s the dirtiest text you’ve ever sent or received?

So many dirty messages of the things she wanted to do to me, all the dirty things she wanted me to do to myself and film it for her she always sends me sweet seductive messages while shes away or while she’s at work there always so good. And they make me miss her even more.

47. Do you prefer professional or amateur porn?

Amateur. I love videos and photos and text massages she sends me I love it all so much

48. What’s your favourite blowjob technique?

Uhhhhhhhhh there are techniques? If I’m getting one I’m overwhelmed and excited she only does it if its really being mean to me, or if I was a very good boy

49. If you had to pick, would you be a dominatrix or a submissive?

Submissive. I am a submissive boy.

50. Is there anything you won’t do in bed?

Anything she doesn’t want and I am never ever doing anything involving like body fluids

51. What’s your dirtiest sexual fantasy? 

I want to take Y/n back to our little cabin by the purple shores on lapliaz, have her tie me to the bed… and so whatever she wants to me for a whole week.

52. How many people have you slept with? 

One just y/n

53. Where’s the weirdest place you’ve had sex?

On the beach in lapliaz. On the sand together next to our cabin and the woods. 

54. What’s your favourite part of Y/n’s body? 

I love her shoulders, to nuzzle with, to cuddle with, to kiss all over, to give hikis and love bites, I just like her shoulders 

55. Have you ever had anal sex? 

… not on y/n. We have on… me a few times.

56. If you could choose what Y/n was wearing right now, what would you choose? 

Ohh my god I get to choose. Uhhhh I’ll have her dressed in those tight first order pants, her little white shirt with the lace around her arms and chest, and those big chucky black boots.

57. Where on your body is your favourite place to be touched? 

I like when she ghosts her fingers across my hand, or my V… I love when she just teasingly strokes across me

58. If you could have sex anywhere in the world, where would it be? 

On lapliaz of course 

59. When did you first had sex? 

One very happy date night on the finalizer 

60. What’s the best sex you’ve ever had? 

On Lapliaz! Just letting her torcher me as much as possible

61. What’s your favourite position? 

I love her riding me, she’s so happy because she gets to torcher me, and I get to watch her do whatever she wants to me

62. Have you ever been caught having sex? 

So many times. We just have to double check we locked the door before we get too busy

63. Do you watch porn? 

I watch y/n

64. What kind of porn do you watch? 

Y/n’s photo’s and videos. 

65. How often do you masturbate? 

 Well not so often I don’t get horny too much without y/n here to torcher me, but when she sends me a sweet photo or video.. I can’t help it

66. Name a sex position you’d like to try?

 I wanna try reverse cowgirl! So badly!

67. Do you prefer to give or receive? 

 I prefer to give she’s always so good to me I like giving her something back. And I get so overwhelmed when she gives to me

 68. Have you ever been skinny dipping?

 So many times, and I like doing it, I wish we could more often

69. What’s the most sex you’ve had in a day? 

 Sixteen times in one day, but with our honeymoon coming I plan on breaking that record

70. Are you loud or quiet during sex? 

 I love quiet sex. I love trying to stay quiet so knowone hears us

71. Have you ever tried using food during foreplay? 

 We tried using chocolate but… the mess it made on the bed was not worth it

72. What’s the first thing that sexually attracts you to someone? 

 Voice, and well… showing an interest in me

73. Would you say you have any fetishes? 

 I like being a sub and letting her have her way with me. Does that count? 

74. When it comes to BDSM, how far have you gone/would go? 

 As far as y/n wants to go

75. What’s your favourite toy? 

 I like the alarm clock,

76. Do you ever read erotic fiction? 

 No, I don’t know where you’d get that from

77. Have you joined the mile high club? 

 Well we often have sex on the finalizer… so? The trillion mile high club?

78. Do you think you could take off Y/n underwear with no hands? 

 I don’t know… I think I could. But I’ll happily try

79. Would you say you’re kinky? 

 Y/n is kinky I just let her have me all she wants

80. Do you enjoy shower sex? 

 I love shower sex, I love when y/n climbs in with me! Its so good

81. Where’s the weirdest place you’ve ever masturbated? 

 ….Under my desk. Everyone was at lunch so… I put my hand under my pants and thought about my y/n

82. Do you like to be spanked? 

……... Yes. I do

83. Have you ever fantasised about someone else during sex? 

No! Only my y/n

 84. If y/n caught you masturbating, would you stop or would you finish? 

Well, I’d do whatever she wanted me to. But I don’t really do it if she is around only when she’s away. But if I was then I would do whatever she wanted me to do

85. Have you ever had an inappropriate crush? 

Well on y/n. But thats all

86. Have you ever cried or fallen asleep during sex? 

I have cried when I get too overwhelmed or when she’s tortured me far to much and I get overwhelmed 

87. Do you prefer eye contact or not during sex? 

 I love eye contact it does something to me...

88. Do you like to kiss during sex? 

 I love kisses but I rarely get them, she knows I like them during sex so she keeps them from me

89. Do you get tired after sex? 

 Very tired after all the torcher 

90. How many positions do you think you’ve tried? 

 Most of them I think

91. What’s the longest you’ve ever gone without sex? 

 Six months, she was off on a mission 

92. How high is your sex drive? 

 Mines not all that high but y/n’s is crazy

93. What’s a surefire way to turn you on? 

 Stroke against my skin… it is amazing

94. Sex with lights on or lights off? 

 Lights on, but she likes blindfolding me anyway

95. Do you like dirty talk? 

 Well …..I like it sometimes

96. Do you prefer one night stands or longer-term sexual partners? 

 Long term. always

97. Do you prefer to be on top or bottom? 

 Bottom.

98.Rough or romantic? 

 Roughly romanic

99. Quickie or marathon session? 

 marathon!!

100. What’s the best thing about our sex life?  

Aww that you’re happy to go along with how… shy and how crazy I am. I love how nothing is ever no, its an open discussion, and I love how much you take care of me my little glaralian flower. And I can’t wait to marry you, and take you back to our little cabin on lapliaz

[louloubabys1992]

Ask for writers

Tagged by @theisolatedlily​ thank u babe xoxo

1. describe how you first started writing and when you first posted: 

I got so into the 1D fandom that I opened a tumblr account and found loads of fics about Harry and Louis. I got hooked. I go way back as a fan. am one of those who started reading fics from tumblr accounts and livejournals. I know a lot still read from those until now, even me, until ao3 became the basis of fics. I read so many fics that i wanted to write my own as well. my first ever fic, officially, was an apocalypse/zombie au called Nothing Can Come Between You and I. I say officially because I posted a couple of fics before this one but they were edited fics from a writer who took down his/her fics for reasons I don’t wanna get into. I asked permission to post them and edit them. That’s when I started joining up as a beta as well :D

2. which of your characters do you typically resonate most closely with? do you base any characters off of yourself?

I typically write in Louis’ narrative but I don’t usually base it on any perceptions I have of him, even if it’s canon. most of my fics are inspired by circumstances I see around me in my day to day life or by events that one can relate to because they do happen.

3. where do you often find inspiration?

I read a lot of fics as I’ve mentioned before and each and every one of them has left an impact on me that made me the fic writer I am today. Whenever I lack inspiration, I just open my bookmarks on ao3 and read. And then, a bulb lights up and voila, inspiration hits

4. has quarantine helped or hindered your writing process?

helped a lot! i wrote more during quarantine than I do now even though am somewhat working from home. but when corona was at its peak back in March, everything was on hold and I turned to writing.

5. do you listen to music/noise while you write or do you prefer silence? 

silence. Am sadly not one of those people who could write in a corner in a cafe even though I wish I could do something like that.

6. what is your biggest writing pet peeve in your writing or in general?

word vomit. not into that.

7. describe your ideal writing setup: 

after midnight, laptop on a cushion on my lap, neck pillow for my neck, my bed, and a quiet house where everyone is already sleeping and my mind is brimming, racing faster than my fingers could type hahahaah

8. favorite time of day to write?: 

after midnight. it mostly has to do with the fact that I am not available during the day but even before when I wasn’t working, i would find myself procrastinating all day or totally lacking inspiration and then come night time, and my mind comes alive hahahaha

9. favorite genre to write + one you’d like to try writing in the future?

Canon fics

10. do you struggle with writer’s block? 

I mean, who doesn’t, right?

11. what is the easiest part of your writing process and the most difficult? 

easiest is after I’ve day-dreamed the scene because when I day dream, its detailed to the tee, down to the words and the dialogue but the most difficult is when I postpone an idea I had in my head. If I don’t write it down instantly, it never turns out the same and that’s quite frustrating

12. how do you come up with original characters? (

I do insert a lot of original characters in my fics and they are sometimes inspired my real people but only in terms of appearance not by character or name. so, if am describing an original character in any of my fics, know that he exists but his character is not the same in real life hahahaha

13. what is your favorite and least favorite word? f

wow, this is random. um. fav would be scars and least would be veggies

14. what is one thing about your writing that you’re really proud of and one thing you hope to continue working at?

I don’t think it was something I was proud of at first but a lot of people who comment on my fics say that they like my pacing and the dialogues. so maybe that? I would say I think I need to work more on my originality. sometimes, i find myself drifting to a fic I’ve just read, especially if its the same trope and am like, wow, that’s not mine at all.

15. what work of yours has your favorite ‘verse/world building? how did you come up with it?

definitely my first abo fic Hang there like fruit, my soul/Till the tree die. I love that au and I’ve always wanted to put my own tiny twist in it. am really proud of how it came about and am massively humbled by the comments and support it received :D

16. what font and size do you write in? single spaced or double?

arial, font 18 and sometimes bigger because I don’t have good eyesight

17. what is a typo(s) you find yourself making consistently?:

names, because sometimes the names I choose are apprarently just not cool with microsoft word for some reason....sighs

18. (if applicable) do you separate fic writing from fandom?

yes, but its not intentional, it just happens

19. what emotion is your favorite to write? which is the most difficult?Angst because that’s just me hahahaaha. the most difficult? hmm, emotional love confessions maybe or the transition from friends to lovers. yeah.

20. what is one thing you hope readers always take away from your works?

the passion behind it maybe?

21. what is the best and worst writing advice you’ve ever received?

best advice is to sleep on it because I do come up with scenes for my fics when I am about to sleep ahahahah. the worse one I got came from someone who obviously doesn’t know a thing about writing. he said, ‘’just don’t write it and do something else.’’ I mean, really?

22. which one of your works would you most want to see turned into a film/television show?

nope, not happening.

23. do you write scenes chronologically or out of order?: 

most of the time in order.

24. how do you handle criticism?

quite well I think. 

 25. what is the advice you would give to someone who is looking to start writing?

Go for it. Writing is not a silly hobby. if it’s really something you wanna do, even if its just for fun or to pass the time or to make new friends. go for it, There are so many fics in this fandom that until this day, are still ingrained in my mind because they were so touching and moving to me. you never know what your words could do for someone or how much your words could make a person’s day a better day 

26. what kind of feedback on your work always makes your day?

the comments posted on my fics in ao3 always make me happy. I feel like its the best to find out if my work is worth someone’s time, you know? even though I do write for myself most of the time, the validation is nice sometimes :D

27. which fic ‘verse of your own would you most like to exist in? which fic’s characters would you most like to befriend? 

wow, all of them? 

28. what do you always enjoy getting asks about/wish people would ask about more?

hmm, I mean people could ask what they want so am cool with anything. am not picky. I get asked about plot lines or what would happen next when it comes to cliffhangers and I do my best to answer them without revealing too much :D

29. what has writing added to your life? how has it changed you?

I definitely made new friends through it and it’s been great :D

30. why do you write?

it’s my favourite thing in my entire life. It’s the one thing that no one in my life knows about, as in the people that I work with, my friends, even my family, none of them have ever read anything I’ve ever written and am fine with it. I feel like writing is purely for me and it’s something I’d like to keep as a part of me you know?

boost yourself + tags!

1a. share the last sentence you wrote:

Harry smiles despite himself. Three years together, since he was nineteen, and it shouldn’t be a surprise that Louis knows him so well, can tell by the sound of his voice if he’s okay or not, nervous or not, happy or not.

2a. describe the wip you’re most excited about:

the one am writing for the harry/men fic fest

3a. share the piece of dialogue from one of your works you’re most proud of: 

‘’You’re being really quiet and I don’t like it,’’ Louis points out.

‘’Just a bit tired,’’

‘’Stay here then,’’ Louis pats the bed. ‘’Sleep next to me,’’

‘’Are you sure? I don’t want to mess with anything by accident or…’’

‘’Harry?’’

‘’What?’’

‘’I won’t get a wink’s worth of sleep if you’re even an inch away from me,’’ he says firmly. ‘’And I’ll go on a limb here and say neither will you.’’

‘’But…’’

‘’No buts, I’m serious.’’ Louis cups his cheek, his blue eyes big and beautiful, like an entire fucking galaxy. ‘’I missed you something terrible these past few days,’’

‘’Lou…’’

‘’Be here with me, Haz. Please?’’

Harry hums before he pushes himself forward. He cannot stop it, cannot keep himself from gravitating towards Louis, taking what he wants, what he needs to make it through the night. He cups Louis’ face and kisses him but even then it’s not enough and he skates one arm around Louis’ small shoulders and tugs him closer, careful not to jostle Louis too much and kisses him like Louis’ a mermaid and he needs his air or else he’ll drown.

It eases an ache in him he didn’t know was trying to get his attention the moment he entered the room, something deep and visceral, calming down with the way Louis’ molds his lips against his, with the shape of his mouth fitting with his own, with the way his body is trying to align with his, like a constellation, each star coming together to mean something greater than they can ever grasp, something more infinite and vast.

‘’I love you,’’ Louis whispers into his lips.

‘’I’m never letting you go,’’ Harry says before he reaches for another kiss. ‘’Love of my life, fucking best thing to ever happen to me, you know that?’’

‘’My rock,’’ Louis kisses him back. ‘’My fortress,’’ and kisses him again, ‘’my strength,’’ and again and again. ‘’I love you so much. Would be dead without you,’’

‘’Don’t say that,’’

‘’It’s true,’’ Louis gasps as Harry devours his mouth, trying to stop him from saying another word. ‘’I would’ve crawled out that room right to your feet, Haz. I would’ve…’’

‘’Shh, just me kiss, babe. Just kiss me,’’ Harry pleads.

And so they do.

4a; line from my fics that I am most proud of:

hard to choose really

5a. link the last fic you read: 

bang bang (my baby shot me down) by thepolourryexpress

6a. link the last work you published: 

Ellen's haunted house by louloubaby92

7a. link to your ao3 (if applicable): 

https://archiveofourown.org/users/louloubaby92/works

8a. someone that inspires you 

Louis Tomlinson

9a. a comfort fic/work that you’ve been grateful for this year: 

bruise you like a peach by falsegoodnight

10a. other writers that you’d like to tag! 

@falsegoodnight​ @twopoppies​ @mediawhorefics​