#see like it sucks because there’s no bright side or silly little jokes to be made about whatever the fuck does this to my brain

[gods-favorite-autistic]

Ah manic energy making me seem productive for a few days before a shitty mental health crash, I’d hoped you were dead

[puppyluvfics]

Creature | Lee Jooyeon

Okay so I just finished watching Lisa Frankenstein for like, the 8th time, and once again, I NEED to talk about Creature!Jooyeon. Now I have a platform to do so!! So let’s talk about it.

no proper formatting on this one bc i just needed to put it in the universe... also uhm, spoilers if you haven't watched Lisa Frankenstein yet... you should do that. WC: 729 but it's a lot of photos and gifs so... long post.

Creature!Jooyeon who doesn’t talk, not because he can’t but because he likes listening to you talk and ramble about things… and also because he forgot how to talk idk

Creature!Jooyeon who lets you dress him up in whatever you want and puts on a fashion show just so he can see you smile and giggle, even if he hates it

Creature!Jooyeon who makes soft little noises of appreciation when you comb his hair, or even wash it for him

Creature!Jooyeon who picks out cute things for you to wear, and when you do, his eyes light up so bright and he smiles so cutely

Creature!Jooyeon who listens to you talk about your day and shares little candy snacks with you 

Creature!Jooyeon who invented simping for you and doing anything you asked because he just wants to be around you all the time

Creature!Jooyeon who lays his head in your lap and asks you to play with his hair just so he can feel you scratch his scalp and feel your warmth

Creature!Jooyeon who draws little things on your hands as an excuse to hold them, but also as his own little way of marking you

Creature!Jooyeon who, despite loving you, won’t laugh at your stupid jokes… but WILL laugh at the silly, awkward silence that follows right after

Creature!Jooyeon who lets you sit in his lap whenever you do things at your desk because one (1) time, you complained that your chair made your ass hurt

Creature!Jooyeon who notices all your little quirks when you focus, like how you bite your lip or stick your tongue out, how your head tilts to different sides depending on what you’re doing

Creature!Jooyeon who’ll never pass up a free moment to spin you around and dance with you, even though you both suck at dancing, especially ballroom… but he’d never, ever let you fall

Creature!Jooyeon who’ll play bass for you at any given moment, happy to learn any song you asked him to learn, be it by ear or sheet music

Creature!Jooyeon whose eyes light up when you sing along to whatever he’s playing, no matter how off key you are

Creature!Jooyeon who loves going through your stuff and hearing you tell stories about the life you had lived before he entered it

Creature!Jooyeon who’ll give you back massages and who listens when you tell him where you want to be touched and how !!!!!

Creature!Jooyeon who sleeps next to you and is always happy to be the big spoon, so he can play with your hair and smell the last little bits of your perfume or your shampoo after a shower

Creature!Jooyeon who nuzzles his face into you every night, keeping you as close as possible

Creature!Jooyeon who lets you play with his hair when you talk with him late at night in bed, leaning his head on your shoulder so you don’t have to reach so far

Creature!Jooyeon who would always rub your cheeks before he kissed you, cupping your head in his hands gently

Creature!Jooyeon who’d always kiss your knuckles

Creature!Jooyeon who’s playfully put peach rings on your fingers and bite them off playfully, and who’d let you do the same thing

Creature!Jooyeon who’d always carry you to bed whenever you were too tired to walk

Creature!Jooyeon who’d kiss all over your face before bed and every morning because you are just that precious to him

Creature!Jooyeon who is constantly looking at you with so much love in his eyes

Creature!Jooyeon who would never ever just “have sex” with you, it would always be slow, gentle and sensual

Creature!Jooyeon who helps you get off and never expects anything in return, and won’t stop until you come at least twice, genuinely. 

Creature!Jooyeon who’d cut someone’s dick off if you asked him to (LOL this is just a silly one sorry)

Creature!Jooyeon who would read to you while you laid in his lap if you were restless

Creature!Jooyeon who loves you more than life itself

CREATURE!JOOYEON, DEATH IS TEMPORARY, I'LL LOVE YOU FOREVER!!!!!!!

[historixally-accurate]

HI ITS ME IM BACK!

im so sorry for not responding sooner but its been really rough for me lately :,) guess you could say ive been going through it. not very sexily. its gotten so bad ive just put an empty note in my notes app called "YOU BETTER RESPOND RN YOU FLAKE" so here i am (=v=)b sounds like youve had a rough time too, damn. how have you been? have you recovered? hope youre feelin better by the time you read this. and hope my silly little essay makes you smile :>

i popped into fulham's stream last night and saw you in fulham's chat at 1am...what da hell !!!!! again. too mf shy to say hi but uh. just know i badly wanted to. i woke up today absolutely hammered with sleep deprivation cause my parent woke me up too early so i guess i got slammed with consequences Sadge.

never worry about traumadumping about acads. im being compketely honest here when i say that if most SG students were to describe their experiences in school, it would 100% be met with disbelief at best and horror at worst from people overseas. compared to the rest of the world, believe me when i say our syllabus is insane. cheers for SG ... yay....MOE sleep with one eye open tonight. i hope you make some new friends soon! life would suck without em. talking to people is hard, but its unfortunately the first step in making friends. i wish you all the best :D

i think your phone layout looks fantastic. honestly its your phone and you get to figure out what to do with it, so if it sucks to you, hit the bricks

about skibidi...i woukd have never guessed fein was the reason why you say skibidi LOL. but i would have guessed correctly for the fulham "peculiar" thing. bros terminally british. hopes he gets well soon. prayge /lh

ill do my best for the BAC stream, but thibgs are just getting hectic again for me, help save me...... opened twitch (i dont have notifs on) yesterday and i was immediately stricken with grief as i found out fucking. 21mustard had ended stream JUST A FEW HOURS PRIOR. i wanted to bash my head into the nearest wall. it was fine though i just played it in the background as i did my workout. but i almost dropped my weights when i looked over and saw him buidling the most atrocious troll face i had ever seen in my life. that would have been bad, because i was holding 12.5kg dumbbells at the time. if i did drop them, i wouldnt have a foot anymore. on the bright side, i watched as he proceeded to lose the 2 matches he played against emerald. that was uh. yeah. gotta love white boy against white boy violence

NOOOOOO PLEASE DONT PUT ME INTO FUNNY JAIL IM NOT GOING BACK THERE. MY FRIENDS HAVE ONE TOO MNAY TIMES. pleeeeease let me have my fart jokes im begging you theyre high on my reasons to liveee im giving you puppy dog eyes rn if you prefer cats im giving you my most soggy wet cat pathetic cat eyes pleaseeeeee dont revoke my fart rights

about the feinberg rocks video. hell yes ive seen it!!!!!! i have an unhealthy addiction to the funny channels. silverruns funny and talking mime funny and feinberg rocks ily <3 i, too, watch them on repeat every time i have free time. #unhealthily obsessed

gl for amath soldier. thats all i have to say. its easy to score if you love math and drill concepts in hard teehee <3

i see what you did with the name pun. i too love puns. and lame jokes. in case you coukdnt already tell my sense of humour is just sliiiiiiightly skewed. yeah no i still laugh at poop and yoir mom jokes who am i kidding. when i was showing my friend my youtube feed and a vid about "top ten vidoes of people who hit the griddy" popped up and i couldnt stop laughing while my friend just like. sighed in disappointment. yeah no its been getting really bad actually, i bet you could get me to laugh at a video of "top ten skibidi toilets" or smth. i dont wheeze but if i did i wouldnt be able to get up after watching that one.

so you like friends who take charge huh that explains the talkingmime/feinberg connection lol. i dont really know about emerald, but so far when i think "mapicc" and "emerald" i dont really see connections? please expalin it sounds interesting. is it the voice HAHA

you like people with GREEN as their colour pallete??!?!?!?@?@ omg.... damn......i woukd hate drawing them (this dumbass has no idea how to colour theory, which is ironic considering my arts background) ... but it sounds reslly mf cool!!!

i think its about time i ask the actual "get to know you" questions. internet hot takes. pancakes or waffles, milk or cereal first, etc. for me i dont really have an opinion on pancakes or waffles, but since i eat pancakes way more often (theyre easier to make, i dont have a waffle iron, waffles in singapore are really expensive sigh) i woukd have to say pancakes. i put milk first. this might get me stoned to death. no comment :)

happy to receive the honour of making you laugh (pls dont cry LMAO) i actually first saw this at night. but im repsinding now in the afternoon, so ill have both a skibiditastic day and a rizzler night😈😈im just sigma that way. i cringed a bit typing that out im ngl . i apologise for the way way overdue response again D: and as always, have a beautiful gyattastic pyun pyun rest of the day/night. ome

- sgmcsr anon

p.s. your yappery is greatly appreciated every time. i think youre very cool too :3

hi anon. oh boy this'll be a long one

don't worry bout not giving me my daily ask, just make sure you take care of yourself. singapore is really demanding even in terms of hobbies and co curriculars, so I really don't blame you. take care anon, I'll be... chronically online ^_^

fulham stream huh? speaking of, as of when I'm writing this, he's supposed to stream soon LMAO if you're a regular lurker, I hope I'll see you around when you gain the courage to say hi 💥 fulchat is very kind <3

AS OF NOW. IT IS 2 53 AM. I COMPLEYELY FORGOT I HAD TUMBLR OPEN WHILST WATCHING FULHAM STREAM. ok let's continue

MOE has kinda ruined multiple young students hopes and dreams because they either got one mark to low or 5 marks too low (IM LOOKING AT U PSLE SYSTEM. IM LOOKING AT YOU. FUCKING ACHIEVEMENT LEVELS. I'LL KILL YOU). it's really stupid and it forces students to study harder (and put immense mental pressure on themselves!!) MOE YOU BETTER PRAY HARD HARD THAT YOU DONT FUCK UP THE NEXT BATCH OF STUDENTS ILL SEND MY MONGEY ARMY. anyway I think I'll be okay friends wise :) everything is all mongeyful and skibidi in the gold household.

I'm a little lazy, so I'm not changing my layout yet </3 I love my silly messed up mcsr layout for now, so yay. it stays.

I watched so many feinberg clips where he says skibidi, glorp and mothasucka a lot. so. oops! in you go into my vocabulary! also, fulham saying peculiar and bello! I need this British man to. explode. positively. he's very cool. but I need another word that isn't peculiar to describe something odd or misleading 😭😭

yeah no I feel u... my friend spam pinged me sayin mime was live at 6 45 am. SIX FORTY FIVE. I WOKE UP AT 9 45 HOPING HE WAS LIVE. he wasn't. I was devastated and my day was RUINED. awful not mongeyful day. MODS please force him to stream more :( I love nEmerald. that guy is so cool. he has definitely also affected how I speak (oh noey)

every time I need something to watch while eating lunch, I'll pull up HBG clips or any ___funny videos and I am INSTANTLY entertained. like that is my form of baby sensory. easily charmed by speedrunning fails :') so skibidi. literally I will watch the same ass clips to giggle at talkingmime or fein and I think that's a testament to how normal I am!

sigh. I have math tuition tomorrow. not thrilled </3 but I'll do my best nonetheless 💥

yeahhh you like that pun I did... I'll scoff at your mom jokes, but i will start rofling whenever my parents use gen alpha slang . FOR EXAMPLE. my sister was lifting groceries today and she was saying it was really heavy, but she could handle it. my father follows up by saying "yeah! go beast mode!" and I laughed. really loud. also, my mom tried to use the word slay.. mom I love you thanks for trying 😭😭😭 never say skibidi ever again 😢😢😢😢 anyway. I think our sense of humor is similar, I'd also laugh at top 10 people hwo can hit the skibidiest griddy, dw

wow. kicks rocks. is that so noticeable? haha. shoves all the drawings I have of mime and fein aside. what! talkingmime? who's that??? feinberg??? who+??? I like emerald because of his personality and yeah he kinda sounds like mapic which was why I was like "ohhh homeboys a little PECULIAR!!" anyway, he is still extremely awesome. you go bro! my favourite colour is green, but in a broader term I'd say ground tones (beige, brown, green), soooooo. idk I just like emerald. idk it's the same reason why I like mime (I don't know why) I am so proud of my nEmerald design. he's so. it's so cool??? and I'm proud of it 😭 I don't have anythin else to say

alright. people in my asks may slaughter me. INTERNET HOT TAKES.. pineapple on pizza is good, I put milk before cereal, I prefer waffles over pancakes despite eating pancakes all my life. I like the saltiness of the pizza and the sweetness of the pineapple, I also eat my chips (CRISPS I DONT GAF) with ketchup sometimes. same as you, waffle irons are expensive, so I've eaten pancakes since I was little. but ohhh if I were rewarded with bacon and waffles if I got an A for math?? YOU KNOW IM GETTING THAT A. anyway, milk before cereal to keep the cereal crunchy for a while before eating it :) no sg anon blending, I respect you ^_^

thanks for listening to me yap, you are always welcome in my tumblr inbox MODS redlime ban feinberg from ranked

have a wonderful mongeyful pyun pyun kira kira night / day ahead, and I'll see you whenever :)

you flatter me with the compliments BTW. I am just an artist

obligatory mime doodle :3c

[marshmallowprotection]

Hello! I hope you’re having a good day :) I was wondering if I could get a matchup please?

My pronouns are she/her, and I have a preference for guys. I’m an INFJ 6w7.

Growing up, a lot of people have told me I’m very mature for my age, which might be because I’m the oldest child. I’m pretty shy and quiet, but if I get the right vibes from you, I’ll open up and joke around. I can also be a bit of a yapper to the people I’m close with. Still, I’m a true introvert at heart. While my family and friends go out to parties and concerts, I’d rather stay home. I’m pretty relaxed and chill, and I don’t like conflict or confrontation, but I will handle it if necessary. I’ve been told I’m too nice and polite, and maybe I am, but I know my limits. I also have strong morals and stick to them. I won’t hesitate to defend myself or others if needed.

As for hobbies, I love to read, watch true crime documentaries, and play my guitar. I’m also always listening to music—my noise-canceling headphones are basically glued to my head. I also have a soft spot for kids, so I’m always up for babysitting.

A toxic trait I have is giving people the silent treatment when I’m upset. I typically won’t tell them what’s wrong unless they confront me about it first. I’m also someone who leaves—if I feel like an argument is a waste of time, I’ll literally walk away mid-conversation.

On the bright side, I’m very supportive and a great listener. I’m always ready to lend a shoulder to cry on or an ear to listen. I love doing favors for the people I care about, and I enjoy taking care of them. I can be a bit of a ditz from time to time, and pretty clumsy. I also have a bit of the oldest daughter syndrome.

But yeah, that’s pretty much it! Thank you so much <3

I match you with...

Jumin.

You need a partner that is willing to communicate and meet you in the middle, someone who understands that you've got a constant need to say what you feel even if it's tough. For that reason, you've got the level-headed member of the bunch on your side. Jumin is... the steadiest shell in stormy waters. He knows when to let the waves float past him and when to move with the current. He's not the type to brace the waves unless something has to be done. So, that silent treatment of yours isn't going to turn into a mess while he's around. He understands needing time to yourself, there are moments when he feels the same, but it's not going to turn into a house at odds with one another.

If there's one thing true about the two of you it's that you can get sucked into whatever media you're consuming. I can see the two of you spending 12 hours on your off days just watching as many documentaries as you can get your hands on, and you never finish them because you're always in the middle of analyzing what's going on with each other. It's not a horrible thing because you get to have interesting conversations.

At the end of the day, his favorite thing to do is to watch you from the door, seeing you and grossed and whatever you're doing as Elizabeth tries to get your attention. It may be a little bit silly but this just feels like the domestic life he’s always wanted. 

[stratossphere]

florence. | v.v

you and ville are on vacation in florence, italy, and you’re using your alone time to the most of its extent.

warnings: smut, finger-sucking, fingering, protected sex, choking, orgasm denial, slight dacryphilia, these two talk a lot, fluff at the end

word count: 5.4k

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You loved Italy. The food, the sights, the sounds, everything. It was a nice break from home, and it was even better due to the fact that it was just you and Ville there for an entire week. He was off of tour for a little while, and you were using vacation time that you’d been gifted as a very-late birthday present, so there was no chance of you two being interrupted. For the entire week.

The two of you had actually spent the day without more than a few glasses of wine in your systems, and were currently just relaxed on the couch of the small rented house you were staying in while the antique record player sitting on an antique decor table played Sinatra quietly throughout the room. It was actually pretty romantic for the two of you.

Ville was smoking a cigarette while you just laid against his side, his arm wrapped around you with his hand resting lazily on your upper thigh. No one had spoken a word in over five minutes, mostly just enjoying each other’s company and trying to relax after walking around Florence all day, and in the boredom of silence, you began to craft an idea.

What was the point of getting a place where the two of you were completely by yourselves if you didn’t use it to fuck yourselves silly with all of the free time you had?

You glanced over at Ville quickly to see that he was still sitting with his head resting against the wall and his eyes closed; the end of his cigarette going bright red as he inhaled off of it with no hands and let the smoke pour from his nose. Just as the smoke started to reach you, you reached up and plucked the cigarette right from between his lips, causing his eyes to snap open immediately.

“Get your own.” He grumbled, his voice sounding just on the verge of being annoyed but too tired to actually reach that far. However, that sentence was followed with an extremely irritated groan when you put the cigarette out in the ashtray that had been sitting next to him on the couch. “You better not have done that just because you wanted a kiss.”

“...more than a kiss.” You said defensively, taking that moment to crawl into his lap so that you were straddling him. You were only wearing underwear and a very see-through tank top, and you were hoping that he would let you get away with just grabbing his hand and sticking it in your pants yourself so that you didn’t have to wait on him to catch up. “Come on. My parents aren’t home.”

“Har har.” He rolled his eyes at your lame joke, his hand sliding up your thighs until they reached your hips as he looked up at you with just the slightest hint of a smug smile on his lips. “How can you be horny after walking ten miles and eating enough between the two of us to kill a small child?”

“I can’t help myself. You’ve had your hands on me all day.” You grinded yourself down on the crotch of his jeans because you could tell he was holding back on purpose by the look in his eye, taking his hand and placing it on your inner thigh.

“I thought you liked my hands on you.” He scoffed, running his thumb over your very inner thigh so that the tip just brushed the line of your underwear. You felt your stomach drop at the miniscule contact, and you knew that he could tell. “I think you prefer my fingers, darling.”

“What, these ones?” You then picked up the hand that wasn’t on your thigh, bringing it up towards your mouth and waiting until he caught the hint and stuck his index and middle fingers out before you were taking them in your mouth. His lips parted slightly, and you could feel him getting harder underneath you as you swirled your tongue around his long digits.

“Where do you learn things like this?” He muttered with an impressed chuckle as he pulled his fingers from your warm mouth, smearing your own spit across your lips before he was leaning forward to press a chaste kiss over it. You grinned like an idiot.

“Disgustingly vile porn.” You barely had time to get the words out before he was kissing you again, this time taking it slow as he wrapped one arm around your waist to pull you further into his chest.

“You know, I’m always up for a recreation.” He breathed against your mouth as he broke the kiss for air, only pausing for a second before you were diving back in again. The kiss was slow but passionate, his tongue pushing against yours with every movement of his mouth as that hand on your inner thigh moved closer and closer to where you really wanted it.

He seemed to sense how antsy you were getting, because suddenly he broke away again, staring at you with those intense green eyes as he pressed the palm of his hand directly against your pussy.

“Would you ever make a porno?” He asked thoughtfully as he began to rub his thumb in soft circles on your clit over the material of your underwear, his gaze pleased as he watched how you reacted to even the smallest of his touches. You tried to control your breathing, silently wishing that you had stripped down to nothing before you’d crawled into his lap.

“With you, yeah.” He could’ve gotten you to say anything with his hand between your legs, but your answer wasn’t exactly a lie. Who wouldn’t want a porno of them and their super-hot boyfriend to watch whenever they wanted while they had to be apart?

“Interesting.” He looked up to your eyes again, and you let out a frustrated huff at how slow his thumb was moving against your clit. Sure, he’d succeeded in bringing your breathing up to a ragged level, but other than that, all he was doing was making you need his touch more. He then stuck his fingers in the waistband of your underwear. “You want these off?”

“Please.” You had meant for it to come out as impatient, but all you could hear in your own voice was begging. You knew he was thinking the same things, because his eyes lit up at the sound.

“Get up and strip, then.” He slid his hands to your hips and then over your ass for a second before he let you go, watching you like a hawk as you got off of him and more than eagerly shed the little amount of clothing you still had on. Ville, of course, was still in an Iggy Pop shirt and jeans, but you knew that there was no way you were getting him out of them until he made the decision to do so on his own due to his own stubbornness, so you held your tongue.

Once you were completely stripped down to nothing, you slid back into his lap where he had opened his arms to you, wondering if there was any way you would be able to get away with getting his belt buckle undone before he stopped you. You loved Ville to death, but god did he like enough teasing to make you want to keel over and die from both sexual and impatient frustration.

He was humming along softly to the Sinatra record still playing in the background, and his hands were feather-light on your hips as he kissed you hard enough for you to have to fist your hand into his shirt to keep yourself from losing your balance. You immediately took his hand and pushed it right back between your legs, ignoring his amused chuckle in favor of feeling his skilled hands on you once again before he could take the opportunity to draw it out some more.

“So fucking gorgeous.” As he spoke, Ville finally pushed one finger into you, pulling a high-pitched sigh from your lips as you kept your hold on his shirt. You were probably stretching out the material, but you couldn’t have cared less. Your attention was drawn back past his finger moving slowly in you when he scoffed. “You took my fuckin’ cigarette, and you’re not even kissing me.”

“I’m trying.” You whined, gasping again when a second finger joined his first. Your forehead fell against his where you had been about to kiss him again, and you could tell by the look on his face that he was having fun with his stupid little teasing game.

Finally you were able to connect your lips with his, and all it did was act as a buffer as you began to moan into his mouth as he thrusted his fingers into you smoothly and curled them forward with every movement. His free hand cemented a grip on your hip then, encouraging you to grind down on his fingers as he bit down a little harder than gently on your bottom lip to keep you from pulling away from him.

You had no idea how he was able to look so calm and relaxed. As a matter of fact, he was still humming along to the song that was playing, and so far his gaze hadn’t left yours despite the fact that he usually spent these moments watching himself fingerfuck you. It was kind of embarrassing, considering you couldn’t even control yourself sometimes when he was shirtless and he was doing fine with you completely naked and moaning in his lap.

“Ville.” You didn’t know if you were just moaning his name because of the fact that he was hitting that sweet spot inside of you with every thrust of his fingers or simply because your brain was subconsciously begging for more, but he seemed to read it as the latter. His hand moved from your hip up to scratch his nails softly down your back, distracting you momentarily before your attention was drawn back to him at full force when you felt his warm lips wrap around your nipple.

You let out a sharp gasp, your hand immediately shooting into his hair as he sucked softly at the same time that his tongue began to lave over your nipple in slow, torturous circles with his fingers still inside you. This was dangerous, because usually he didn’t let you cum until he specifically vocalized his permission, and what he was currently doing was your Kryptonite.

“Fuck, baby, you gotta slow down.” You whimpered, knowing that he was going to make you wait for a long time if you came before he allowed it. He’d been extra touchy with you all day in a clear attempt to get you riled up, and at this point you knew you weren’t going to be able to handle it if he told you that you were going to have to wait as long as another day.

“Why?” Ville prompted, popping off of your nipple to rest his cheek against your shoulder and look up at you with a feigned look of innocence in his eyes. “It’s a special occasion, isn’t it?”

You couldn’t mask your look of surprise, and he just grinned as his hand came away from your lower back to pull you into a kiss. He had used his elbow to push your legs a little further apart, and as you arched your back so that your chest was pressed against his, his fingers suddenly hit deeper inside of you. You moaned shakily, wrapping an arm around his shoulders as you began to roll your hips along with the movement of his fingers. If he was going to let you cum off of fingering alone, you weren’t going to pass up the opportunity.

“Let me see you cum, rakkaani. Cream on my fucking fingers.” He breathed against your mouth. You held back from saying already one step ahead of you as you just let out another groan. His words definitely weren’t making it any easier to hold off, and you were only whining and gasping louder into his mouth as your hips began to stutter and lose their rhythm. Moments later you couldn’t hold it anymore, and you bit down a little harder than what you had originally intended on Ville’s bottom lip as you came, feeling the muscles in your lower abdomen tensing almost painfully as he continued to push his fingers into you well past your orgasm.

Hot, passionate kisses slowly faded into soft, breathless pecks, and then he was slowly pulling his fingers out of you, his lips trailing down to your cheek and jaw as he let you come back down to earth. It really paid to date someone with long fingers.

“Fuck me. I need to buy a video camera.” Ville nodded like he had just confirmed the decision to himself before he sucked his fingers clean right in front of your face, ignoring the fact that your arm was still wrapped around his neck. You smiled, shaking your head slightly.

“I’m glad that’s what you got out of that.” Your voice came out weak and raspy, and you winced at how much of a mess you were despite the fact that you had barely even started. His eyes fell to your lips, and then slowly rose back up to yours.

“Let’s go to bed, yeah?” His voice was barely above a whisper, and the feeling of his hard-on pressed tightly against the zipper of his jeans underneath you was all the context you needed as to what he was implying. Even if you hadn’t been able to feel how hard he was, he didn’t give you time to consider; slowly standing up and holding you with one arm underneath your ass and the other wrapped around your waist. He was pretty strong considering how skinny he was.

On the way towards the master bedroom, he reached over the crank the sound up on the record player so that the sound of Sinatra would be able to reach the rest of the house, your head on his shoulder the entire time before he continued the path towards your shared bed.

The bedroom you were inhabiting for the week was really nice. It had a jacuzzi tub in the corner, there were rose petals on the bed (which you both thought was a little cheesy, but still romantic in a sense), and a big bowl of condoms on the dresser right by the door. How considerate.

You grabbed a handful as Ville carried you past for good measure, laughing to yourself when he rolled his eyes as he finally reached the bed and laid you down so that your head was resting right on the pillows. You set the handful of condoms next to you to inspect them, considering you had grabbed a handful of all different types.

“Slim, snug fit?” You held up the smallest size you had grabbed, smirking because you knew you were being an asshole just for the sake of his reaction. He paused from where he had been starting to pull his shirt over his head, giving you the Ville Valo-official unimpressed stare.

“Yeah. You can use it on this.” He then flipped you his middle finger, pulling his shirt fully over his head with his other hand and then dropping it onto the floor next to him. “Do you want to get fucked or not? Pick the right one.”

“I am!” You threw a hand in the air in self-defense, rolling your eyes as you continued to look through the assortment of colorful foil packages. A lot of slim snug fit. Wonder what that said about Italians. “Ooh. Ribbed?”

“Do you plan on using all of those?” He asked dryly, letting out a small sigh of relief once he got the zipper of his jeans open. As always, he wasn’t wearing any underwear underneath (a habit you could never understand), and he looked painfully hard. Your mouth watered.

“We’ve got a lot of free time.” You said suggestively, finally picking a condom and pushing the rest over to the nightstand as Ville came to kneel at your feet. He didn’t look humored by your antics, but at least you were having a good time. Not your fault he didn’t know how to have fun.

“Ambitious.” He moved so that your legs were in reach, leaning forward to press a kiss to your knee before he slowly peeled them open. “Think I can get you crying like a little bitch in the next ten minutes?”

“I don’t cry like a little bitch.” You huffed, extending your leg to run one foot up his thigh where he was still kneeling. His eyes followed your foot, but that coy smirk that had formed on his face never ceased.

“Sure about that? I distinctly remember hearing please do it harder, baby! out of a certain someone’s mouth over and over again while I was wiping her tears a few weeks ago.” Ugh. Way to ruin the mood by calling you out. You made a face, retracting your leg and then closing your knees so that he no longer had access.

“Oh, please, Mr Valo! I’m so scared! I don’t think it’ll fit!” You cried out sarcastically, sitting up suddenly to wrap your arms around your knees and give him your best impression of a horror victim as you tried to talk over the laughter that was bubbling up in your chest at the (admittedly pretty) scowl on his face.

“You are something fucking else, you know that?” He leaned forward to rest his arms on top of your knees, bringing your faces only a few inches apart as he locked you in with that piercing stare.

“Yes.” You said with a grin, letting go of your legs to put your arms over his on top of your knees. “C’mon. Don’t be mad at me. That was funny.”

“Yeah. Hilarious.” He rolled his eyes for what felt like the millionth time, letting out a sigh as if he was exhausted with your level of energy. “Although, you have no idea how many people have said that exact thing to me.”

You just stared at him. Especially when he started laughing at himself.

“C’mon. Don’t be mad at me. That was funny.” He mocked your tone of voice in the face of your dirty look, drawing back off of your knees to run his hands down your legs. You shoved him off, shaking your head and falling back on the bed.

“I can’t believe you just said that.” Sure, make a joke about your dick not fitting in someone else to your (naked) girlfriend. Genius move, Ville. He just laughed again, quickly peeling your legs back open enough to fit himself between them so that he could press himself on top of you so that your faces were parallel once again.

“I hope you know that I would tattoo your full name right on my cock if I could.” That was his own unique form of an apology. He pressed a kiss to your pouting lips, a lightly amused spark in his eye as he bit at your bottom lip slightly. “With your face on my balls.”

“Aw, that’s so romantic.” You crooned dryly, a smile slowly pulling its way onto your face as he continued to kiss you despite the fact that you were talking before you were laughing and wrapping your arms around his neck. “It’d be like I was inside myself.”

“Well, for now it’s just gonna have to be me inside you. Hope that suffices.” He teased, beginning to mouth kisses down your throat as he pressed his hips into yours. You felt the head of his cock rub up against your still-sensitive clit, and you let out a soft gasp, your grip on his shoulder tightening as you fought between laughing at what he was saying and moaning at what he was doing.

He tilted his head back up to pull you into a bruising kiss that was all tongue and teeth as he reached between the two of you, your hands meeting as the both of you helped position his cock before he was pushing into you. Your whole body shuddered at the searing sensitivity and he let out a small groan as he pulled back before thrusting into you with more power in his hips.

“I don’t want to hear a fucking word out of you, understand me?” He said in a strained tone as he began to fuck you at an even pace, just as a shaky whine fell from your lips at the feeling of his cock hitting deeper inside of you than his fingers had been. Your whine morphed into a scoff of protest, because the whole point of having a house completely to yourselves was to have the loudest sex you could possibly manage, only to feel fingers wrap around your throat and cut off any sound that had been on its way out of your mouth. “Do you understand me?”

You then nodded, because you couldn’t physically respond, before feeling a hot jolt of pleasure run through you when his hand stayed on your throat, his eyes staying on yours the entire time as his cock slammed into you over and over again. He let out a hum of satisfaction.

“You’re a good girl, you know that? You always listen so well when you have a cock in you.” He cooed, pressing just a bit harder into your throat as he moved one hand to grip your leg just under your knee enough to push it up slightly. If you hadn’t been so fucked out you would’ve made a face, because he had a habit of usually reminding you how well you didn’t listen, but your skin was touching in too many places for you to form a coherent thought.

You brought one hand up to grip his wrist where his hand was unrelenting around your throat for a weak-attempt at finding a form of stability, your other hand cemented into his shoulder by your nails as you tried to focus on breathing and not cumming right then and there. The sensitivity from your first orgasm not long ago was pulling you close to the edge a lot faster than what you would’ve liked, and you were trying to think about anything other than the quick drag of his cock inside of you to prevent yourself from being the first one to fold.

Ville’s concise breathing had crumbled into uneven panting, faint moans welling their way up in his throat as his eyes fell closed with the pleasure of how he was fucking you. His grip on your throat had begun to cease just a tiny bit with every bit of control he lost to his own pleasure, but his other hand, which was holding his weight up above your head, was gripping the sheets so hard that you could just make out the fact that the sheets had started to come off the edge of the mattress.

Your legs were beginning to shake. You couldn’t help it. With how close Ville was and the sound of his baritone groaning in your ears, you could no longer keep your mind off of his cock inside of you, and you knew he could hear it in your voice as his loosened grip on your throat gave you enough leniency to moan audibly where you hadn’t been able to before.

And, thankfully, he seemed too fucked out to care despite telling you to keep your mouth shut. However, when his eyes opened once more, there was a searing glare trained directly on you.

“Do not cum before I say.” He could clearly tell that you were close, and you let out a whimper of distress when you realized that you weren’t sure that was a command you were going to be able to follow for much longer. His tip was hitting the same sweet spot he’d been targeting with his fingers previously over and over again, and every thrust of his hips sent another white-hot spark throughout your entire body and straight to your head.

“Ville. Please.” You gasped desperately, fingers moving from his shoulder up into his hair on the back of his head as you attempted to ground yourself in any way you could. He just shushed you before suddenly he was pulling out of your arms. You let out another whimper as he pulled completely away from you, leaning back up onto his knees and then gripping your hips to keep pulling you forward on his cock despite his change in position.

“What did I say? Hold. It.” And, just to make things worse (or better, depending on how you looked at it), he began to quicken his pace, slamming into you over and over again mercilessly as you cried out with every thrust. Your eyes were beginning to tear up with pleasure, and both of your hands had cemented themselves in the sheets due to the fact that they had nowhere else to go. There was a wicked grin on Ville’s face, and you watched in what was becoming pure ecstasy as he took one hand off your hip and pressed it into your lower stomach, right where the tip of his cock was hitting. “Look at how good you’re taking me, love. How fucking deep I am.”

You could barely even see his face through the pleasure-induced tears clouding your eyes, and a loud moan fell from your lips when he pushed down. He was thrusting so deep and so hard that it felt like he was in your stomach. You couldn’t have controlled yourself by that point if you’d tried, and his name was becoming a constant stream from your lips as you blindly tried to beg him to cum like your brain was screaming for.

“Oh, darling, I know. You can take it.” He purred, as if he knew exactly how you were feeling. Which didn’t feel true, considering no matter how hard you tried, you could never get him in the state that he continuously put you in. Every push of his hips pulled a sound that was close to a scream out of you, and you were seconds away from losing that last little bit of control that was keeping you from cumming on his cock before he gave you permission. He let out a low groan. “You need to cum?”

“Please.” You couldn’t even speak more than that one simple word despite everything that was flowing through you. You really were crying by that point; tears leaking down your cheeks in a steady stream as you tried and failed to blink them away enough to actually see Ville’s face. He let out a sympathetic hum.

“Just a little more, honey. Just…be…patient.” His voice was getting caught in his throat, and you could feel him twitching inside of you which told you that he was getting as close as you were. You were so close to cumming that your entire body was shaking with the effort of holding back, and your legs had wrapped themselves completely around his hips to make sure that he wouldn’t move further away than he already had. He continued to fuck into you, his pace getting sloppier and sloppier as he came closer and closer to his own climax.

And then, after what felt like years, he let out a deep moan. “Cum. Now.”

One more thrust of his hips and you were doing exactly as he told you, your eyes slamming shut and your head falling back as you cried out. Your legs jolted and gave out around his hips as your orgasm pulsed through your body, what felt like all of your muscles spasming at the impact as he continued to fuck you while he groaned through his orgasm at the same time as you. Your voice had gone hoarse in your throat, some of the mess of your voice coming out as his name and the rest sounding mostly like fucked-out gibberish.

Your hips began to jolt in overstimulation as he finally slowed to a stop, his breath coming out ragged and uneven as he caught his breath with one hand still gripping your hip tightly with the other at his side to hold himself up. And, as you came back to earth, you realized you were sniffling by that point, making your face go red as your hands shot up to wipe the tears out of your eyes.

Ville pulled out of you slowly, wincing at your whimper of discomfort before he quickly peeled the condom off and threw it in the trash. He then slid back onto the bed at your side as soon as he was done, pulling you closer and gathering you in his arms.

“Told you I’d make you cry.” He mumbled as he pressed kisses to both your lips and cheek while rubbing his warm hand up and down your arm. Your legs were shaking violently against him, and you let out a hoarse, tired chuckle.

“Shut the fuck up.” You didn't, however, stop him as he reached up to wipe your eyes where more tears had fallen, his hand cradling your face as his lips fell to rest against your temple while he touched your skin gently.

“You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever known, you know that?” He whispered as his hand moved to rest against your shaking leg. His palm was heavy, but it did nothing to stop the involuntary movement caused by the way he’d been fucking you no less than a couple minutes before. You smiled, because sometimes you couldn’t believe how fucking sweet he was, before he was kissing your smile away.

His kiss was soft, nowhere near the level that he’d been at while you’d been underneath him. There was a slight hint of salt on his lips from where he’d been kissing your tear-stained cheek, and you threaded your fingers back into his hair as you deepened the lazy kiss with the miniscule amount of energy you still had left.

“Do you want me to run you a bath?” Sweeter words had never been spoken. You knew that the bath would be just as much for him as it was for you considering how much more he preferred baths to showers, and you desperately needed the warm water to soothe all of the muscles that had an ache beginning to set, so you nodded lazily. He let out a deep hum of a chuckle. “Don’t fall asleep quite yet, my love.”

“I’m trying, baby.” You mumbled (which was a lie), running your thumb across his cheek with a faint smile before letting him go so that he could actually get up to run the bath in the jacuzzi tub that had been yet to be used.

For the next couple of minutes, you listened in a half-awake half-asleep state as he hummed along to the ending of the record that had continued to play throughout the house while he messed with the faucet, the sound of water flowing eventually muffling the low tone of his voice as the tub filled with warm water.

Finally, after what felt like forever, you were roused back into full consciousness with Ville’s hand on your side, nails dragging against your skin softly as he sat down next to you on the bed. You could tell by the look on his face that he’d seen your clear lie on the topic of staying awake, but once your eyes were open enough to show him that you were still alive, he moved to pick you up, once again lifting you like you weighed nothing before carrying you towards the jacuzzi.

Warm water on your aching muscles felt like a godsend as Ville slowly lowered the both of you into the tub, the quiet sound of water sloshing the only other sound in the room as the Sinatra record faded down to the end and scratched off from the other room. You immediately laid out so that you were completely on top of him with your cheek resting against his chest, arms wrapping around him loosely as his warm hands rested on your lower back.

“I love you.” You mumbled out as you pulled one hand up to trace the inked design that decorated his entire left arm. Moments like these helped remind you why you loved him so much, but it was something you would never forget. He smoothed your hair down the back of your head with a wet hand, his arm tightening where it was wrapped around your waist.

“I love you too, sweetheart.”

[violettduchess]

Hi hi! Congrats again on the milestone! Could you try Clavis, White Rose?

A/N: Part of my 500 Follower Celebration🎉

Clavis x f!reader

Word Count: 1724

You sit in front of a table piled high with knowledge. There are scrolls tied with frayed leather cords, varied forms of correspondence between political figures piled into boxes, some spilling over to the richly carpeted floor. And books. More books than you have ever seen, with subjects like the Rhodolite economy, royal succession, agriculture, cultural studies, mythology, histories, cartography, ideology. Towers and walls and rooms full of knowledge that you are now expected to read, absorb, understand. Because you have been chosen to make the most important decision for the kingdom. You. 

“I can’t,” you whisper into the empty study, your voice broken with uncertainty, overwhelmed to the point that every movement feels like you're underwater, fighting the current, seconds away from drowning. Panic begins spinning in your chest, burning brighter and brighter, until you are afraid it will go supernova and burn you alive.

*

You walk from your meeting with Chevalier, several books tucked under one arm and tears threatening to throw themselves down the slope of your red cheeks. Assessed, found lacking and dismissed within a matter of minutes. The sting of his rejection, the ice-cold apathy in his too-blue eyes. It didn’t matter how much you had studied, how much information you had armed yourself with. He was prepared to shoot you down before even giving you a chance. 

Another set of footsteps fall into lockstep with yours. You glance over and hurriedly knuckle at your eyes, suck in what you hope are a few, silent deep breaths. You don’t want Clavis to make any jokes at your expense. Crying like a little girl. Pathetic.

What you don’t know is he watched you leave the study, determination burning in your eyes, head held up, ready to face the Brutal Beast. He followed you to his faction’s office where you would be meeting with Chevalier alone for the first time. You disappeared with the closing of the heavy door. The last thing he heard as you stepped inside was a bright ‘Good morning, Prince Chevalier.’ 

Under his breath, he began to sing a silly nursery rhyme, not because he liked the tune but because he knew the length of the song was exactly two minutes. He got through the song three times before you came back through the door, your spirit crushed under the heel of his brother’s pristine blue and gold boot. He knows that look. He knows the crack of Chevalier’s whip. His heart is scarred by the very same lashes. He won’t let someone as kind as you suffer the same fate.

The prince with the hair like twilight and eyes like treasure begins telling you a story as you walk together. He spins a tale about a prank he pulled on his brother Jin. He gestures with his gloved hands as he speaks, his voice alive and dynamic, painting the picture for you so vividly you can see it all unfolding in your mind’s eye. You stop walking in order to listen even closer, both of you lowering yourselves onto a padded bench in a secluded hallway alcove. Clavis builds his tale with the narrative structure of a master storyteller and soon you are spellbound, the books from your meeting with Chevalier forgotten on the floor by your feet as you cover your mouth in delight. 

“I can’t!” Your arms are wrapped around your middle as you shake, laughing so hard, your side hurts. The tears that spill down your cheeks are not the overspill of humiliation but an overflowing of joy. Clavis finds himself genuinely returning your smile, unable to help himself. Your laughter stays with him the rest of the day and is the soundtrack of his dreams from that night on.

*

Time passes and you find it filled more and more with Clavis. He regales you with fun facts about the princes, the staff, the townsfolk. When he learns you like cinnamon, treats begin appearing. A scolding from Sariel leads to a cinnamon bun left by your bedside. A successful outing to a town faire with Leon’s faction leads to celebratory star-shaped cinnamon cookies. A vanilla and cinnamon scented candle finds its way to the place where you love to sit in the library and read. When you ask him directly if he’s responsible, he avoids the question with a twinkle in his eye. 

He becomes a source of comfort in a world that you are still desperately trying to navigate. However you are reminded that every day's passing is pushing you closer to having to make a decision that will affect the entire country. It will shape the very future of Rhodolite and despite the bright moments with Clavis, dread grows in your mind like a cancer. Pressure builds, wrapping its crooked fingers around your neck and slowly tightens its grasp.

One evening he finds you on a pale marble bench in the rose garden, surrounded by flowers whose colors darken as the sun sinks. You wipe at your eyes, trying to stem the flow of tears but he reaches out, his hand stilling yours. Despite the gloves, you feel the warmth of his fingers as they curl around yours and gently move your hands away from your face. You look away, embarrassed, and his touch returns, lifting your chin to face him. The shadow of the beast lurks in your eyes, dulling their shine. Clavis’s thumb runs over your chin as words of reassurance spill in whispers from his lips, his tone something new. Something that sends your stomach spiraling. When his other hand comes up to touch your face, to cup it gently, his expression softens and the mask he wears to the world slips. The man in front of you is unsure, hands trembling with uncertainty, with hope as he leans forward, leans in toward you. 

Panic explodes inside you, acerbic and all-encompassing. You remember Sariel’s words about the seriousness of your job, the clause in your contract that forbids feelings towards any prince. Your heart races, spinning wildly and erratically in your chest, your breath windfall. You have a duty to your country, you’ve worked so hard, you follow the rules, you’re this close to choosing a king…..

….and yet, whispers the small voice in the eye of the storm. And yet….

“I can’t,” you rasp through a throat full of thorns. You leap up and away from Clavis, away from his tender hands, his vulnerable aurelian eyes and run, leaving him alone, crestfallen in a rose garden gilded by sunset.

*

The streets are littered with confetti, the last remnants of King Leon’s coronation marking the road from the bookshop all the way to the palace. Or so you assume. You watched the proud march through town from behind the glass of the store window, eyes scanning the parade of men and women for one person and one person alone. He was not there. 

You step away from the window, your heart a stone, sinking slowly into the depths of a despair that has been flooding you since that evening in the garden. Since you turned away from the man who handed you the stars when you were lost in a sea of darkness. Clavis. Even thinking his name stings. You saw him only a handful of times afterwards. You tried to talk to him but he always had a reason to slip away, water through your fingers, impossible to hold. A business meeting. An appointment. A merchant’s request. Eventually you stopped asking. Eventually you stopped seeing him at all.

King Leon had offered you a position in the palace but you politely turned him down. You couldn’t bear to be there every day and know that Clavis was somewhere within the same walls, so close and yet so very far. Your return to the bookstore brought a measure of mundane routine into your life and you welcomed it as a numbing agent to the regret that gorged itself on the memory of your rejection, regret that grew fatter with every passing day.

You step to the back of the store, in search of a broom to sweep the confetti off of the streets when the tiny bell above the door tinkles. Someone has entered. You sigh, steeling yourself for a conversation with some drunkard who has wandered in from too much celebrating. Broom in hand, you turn, already shaking your head, informing the person that you are closing and they best move along somewhere else to–

Words shrivel up in your mouth, dry as sand. Standing in the middle of your bookstore, his arms filled with dozens of white roses, is Clavis. The third prince of Rhodolite moves toward you, his voice a practiced calm, his hands however tremble slightly as he lays the flowers down on the counter. He asks you for one minute, just one and then proceeds without permission. His voice is almost breathless with emotion. 

He asks you to consider the following: If you can look him in the eye and tell him you don’t feel something for him. That you don’t miss him the way he has missed you. That every minute apart hasn't dulled the throbbing of separation but merely sharpened it. If you can say all of these things as absolute truth, then he will walk away forever and leave you be. But only if you can–

"I can't."

The broom clatters to the wooden floor as you move, the heaviness in your heart lifting as you see the realization dawning over his face that you are running, not walking, to him. 

You throw your arms around his neck, pressing yourself against him, holding him like you’re afraid he’s a shade that will disappear with the waning light. His arms reach around and return your embrace, his breath a sharp intake of air, disbelief.

You lean back, cupping his face with trembling hands, heart racing with joy.

“I can’t,” you repeat through a throat tight with emotion. You can’t deny what your heart has known for so long. You can’t deny what you feel for him.

Clavis smiles at you and the world cracks open, banishing regret and anger and pain. And then he kisses you and it is sweeter than cinnamon. Sweeter than the scent of white roses.

You can’t imagine being without him, ever again.

You can't.

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400+ Followers Celebration!

various genshin impact x f!reader

warnings: fluff/crack/NSFW implications, jokes and innuendos. reverse Isekai storyline and a LOT of attention on reader. SPOILERS FOR IN GAME. Archon spoilers!

As much as you tried, connecting and staying in reality was too hard. It was always the same outcome, finding yourself whisked away to another fantasy land through media. Normally your obsessions didn’t last long, but one game had completely sucked you in. Maybe it was the stress of the nightmare year 2020 or maybe it was the fact that Genshin Impact was everything you loved and more, but you couldn’t get enough. It was getting out of hand as even your roommates had began to play because of the way you romanticized the game. Acquiring most of the five star characters, building several strong teams, and finishing almost all the quests in roughly 5 months.

As an insomniac, it was easy to grind through the game until the sun came up. Sometimes you wondered if it was strange that an adult would be so enamored with a game but shrugged it off. It’d been a hellish year, you deserved to treat yourself.

Yet another night spent entirely on the dreamy land of Teyvat. You yawned and stretched as the sun peaked through the blinds and cursed yourself for not noticing the passing time. Removing your head set, you yawned again, feeling a wave of drowsiness wash over you. It was strange, you’d only been up one night and you were already so tired. Your home was quiet, all the roommates sound asleep as you crept into your bed under the covers. The stuffie you adored so much was soon in your arms as you drifted off, wishing to dream of traveling the world of Teyvat.

An extremely loud crashing sound woke you from your deep sleep. Instinctively you shot up, your arm moved on its own aiming for the space around you and swinging quickly and forcefully. Your fist made contact with something and you shrieked as the strange shadow crumpled. You flew out of your bed and away from the safety of your covers, grasping for the light switch.

Your panicked screeches only grew louder as the figure on the floor groaned and stood upright, still fumbling for the lights. Fingertips finally brushed the switch on the wall and you flipped the lights on. The sudden brightness blinded you for a minute and the mystery person as well. It hit you how stupid it was to turn on the lights in your room as soon as your eyes adjusted. Adrenaline was pumping through your veins as you rushed to the door. You could hear heavy footsteps from the other room. Other people were home you needed to get to them.

“Shiiiiit,” The strange person groaned again, “I drank too much.”

The voice was familiar and made you freeze for a moment. Mentally slapping yourself you darted out of your room but ran straight into a wall. Well, that’s what it felt like, but there wasn’t a wall outside your door. The force of the collision knocked you on your ass and you yelped as you hit the floor.

“Oh? What’s this?” The supposed wall turned to look at you, eyebrows arched as he stared down at you.

Your jaw nearly hit the floor as you looked up at the familiar man. That smooth voice, the long hair, the eyepatch. This had to be some sort of weird dream. No matter how hard you tried to move, your body wouldn’t obey. You heard steps from behind you and glanced back to see another Mondstadt troublemaker. A disgruntled anemo archon was slowly approaching you.

“Ehe, fuck, she hit me hard.” Venti giggled nervously.

“Poor thing,” Kaeya held his hand out to you, “Did the mean little twink scare you?”

The room was spinning, so you took the cryo pirate’s hand. Your jaw was probably still on the floor. His grip was strong and cool, it was bringing you back down to the reality of the situation you were in. Oh, the irony. You were not dreaming. Awestruck, you peered behind Kaeya into your living room to see even more Genshin characters just vibing. The esteemed geo archon was drinking from your favorite mug, two troublesome harbingers bickered in the corner of the room, a certain librarian was flipping through your books, both travelers were attempting to learn how to play uno. It was unreal. A pirate was flirting with a silver haired beauty.There was an astrologist examining your fish tank, an alchemist and a child terrorist asleep on your floor, and a fucking adeptus perched on your couch like a gargoyle.

Your roommates were nowhere in sight and your home was crowded by your fictional lovers. The absolute chaos of it all sent you over the edge. High pitched, clearly unstable laughter erupted from you. What else could you do? Cry? That wouldn’t change anything. All eyes shifted to you as you leaned on the wall, clutching your abdomen and giggling like a madwoman. Kaeya shifted away from you, allowing the others to get a good look at you.

Finally composing yourself, you stood up straight and introduced yourself, “Hello, why are you invading my home?”

“Hey girlie! I’m Childe,” The cheery harbinger nearly skipped up to you shaking your hand, “but you can call me daddy.”

Your face reddened at his bold introduction but you clicked your tongue avoiding his eyes.

“Hello, cutie. I’m Lisa.”

“Albedo, and this is Klee.”

“I tend to go by Zhongli.”

“Beidou! The lovely lady by my side is Ningguang.”

“Adeptus Xiao.”

They all introduced themselves so politely, you almost felt bad for acting a bit crazy. However, that feeling was quickly swept away by Kaeya and his sharp tongue.

“Kaeya, but I believe you already know that,” he smirked at you, “May I ask why you aren’t wearing any pants?”

“Oi, what?” You looked down and gasped.

Venti’s drunk ass had sent you into fight and flight mode so you had forgotten all about your night time attire. You were in an oversized Genshin Impact shirt without any pants on. Shoving Venti out of your way, you rushed to your room to dig for pants. Oh, how you wished you hadn’t forgotten about laundry. You hastily grabbed a pair of shorts that really didn’t do much except cover your underwear.

“I have shorts on now. You just can’t tell because of my shirt.” You declared entering the living room.

Some of the more promiscuous characters giggled at your embarrassment while Zhongli facepalmed and the most serious of them all, Scaramouche and Xiao, simply scowled. You sat on the end of your couch furthest from everybody else, nervous. Nobody had answered your earlier question. Apparently your discomfort was lost on the Adeptus Xiao, or he just didn’t care. He was in front of you in a flash, pinching your face and glaring at you.

“Why did you call us here you foolish mortal?” His tone was more annoyed than murderous.

Zhongli slapped Xiao’s hands away from your face and sat down next to you, “Be nice. She doesn’t know either.”

You nodded at this, and the room erupted in murmurs. Zhongli slipped his arm around you, patting your shoulder sympathetically. Lumine tossed the Uno cards down and glided to you, taking strands of your hair into her hands and beginning to play with it. Perhaps it’s because you played as both the travelers but the three of you seemed to silently click. Scaramouche and Childe began to argue again about something silly. Out of the corner of your eye you saw a certain bard and the charming Sir Kaeya raiding your liquor cabinet.

It was too overwhelming to argue. Lumine took her time playing with your hair while the others attempted to figure out how to go back to their own world. Xiao crept closer to you, truly like a cat. Beidou and Ningguang fawned over you and invited you into their relationship several times. You politely declined, knowing they’d have to go back to their world. It was disappointing and a bit frustrating.

Your wish came true but it was too good to be true. Albedo seemed to notice your silence. He gently maneuvered his adorable little sister off of him and approached you. His eyes were filled with curiosity, your silence only made his thoughts wander further.

“Can I experiment on you?” Albedo was blunt.

“Huh?” You blinked, unsure if you heard him correctly.

“I’m not sure if that was brave or stupid,” Childe snickered, “Has he always been this bold?”

“Tch,” Scaramouche rolled his eyes, “Thats a terrible pick up line, mad scientist.”

“Leave my cutie alone!” Lisa yanked Albedo away from you defensively.

The room was filled with protest at Lisa’s words. Zhongli merely sighed and pulled you closer. Venti’s dumb ass was floating around your living room hiccuping. Xiao was wedging himself between you and the arm of the couch. It was insane. Beidou and Ningguang noticed the two Liyue men snuggling up to you and marched over to the three of you.

Ningguang tried to pull you away from them while Beidou aggressively smacked at Xiao. Xiao was hissing at the beautiful captain and Zhongli was attempting to intervene. You shoved them out of your way and stood up, panicked by the attention. Lisa caught you as you tripped over your own feet but landed face first into her chest. She stroked your hair but was interrupted by Albedo grabbing your wrist and mumbling about experiments. The single moment Childe and Scaramouche got along was to pull you from Albedo but it became a quick tug of war over you.

Somehow, Klee was still asleep and Kaeya was just watching all of it go down.

“Cheeeeeeeeers, bitch bitches,” The Knight slurred.

“Enough.” Lumine and Aether both intervened.

Aether held his hand out to you, “You don’t have to pick now, but please say you’ll come with us?”

“You belong in Teyvat,” Lumine smiled at you warmly.

“So,” Aether continued “What do you say, outlander?”

All eyes were on you as the words left Aether’s lips. What would you do?

[rockingrobin69]

A Snip of Something Tuesday

Thank you so much my darling @getawayfox for tagging me! Today I present to you 1.5k-ish of my most recent obsession. It runs dark. Featuring exhausting boss, corporate silliness hell, with a fine streak of emotionally abusive relationship in the background. Fun.

The worst thing about working at ‘Lights Lights Lights etc.’ was the headaches. True to its name, the shop was illuminated to an eye-watering brightness, with neon, halogens, fluorescent, LEDs, you name it, they stock it. Draco took this job mostly as a joke: to be working for the light side, this time, get it? A fully illuminated working environment. He didn’t take into account coming in at half seven in the morning, having everything turned on at once. Having this violent reaction starting in his gut. Having his insides flip and his throat contract and his eyes try to crawl out of his head. He couldn’t have expected all this, though, because back when he took the job, he didn’t know Will yet.

The second worst thing about LLLc was probably the customers. Or Robbie, the most obnoxious man to ever wear the red polo, also Draco’s boss. Or perhaps it was the bins behind the shop, always reeking of piss and smoke. Having to go there alone at night, who’d imagine they’d have such a poorly lit back alley. With the way his hands always shook and the bin bags’ non-existent sturdiness. Finding himself covered in sticky, putrid—so the customers, anyway, what a nightmare. You’d think people would be a little more tolerable when it came to a bloody fixture on the walls. But people were people, a lesson Draco had to learn over and over and over again. People were people. And people fucking sucked.

Draco would have gladly continued his list (the numbers fluctuated, always consisting of the same elements, but in different order. Apart from number twenty six, which was always, always, Terry with the parrot. Always number twenty six, for no apparent or obvious reason). However, the pleasant pastime wasn’t a big hit with management. Or that is to say, Robbie was back from his break.

“The fuck are you doing?”

Oh yeah, he liked to swear. But only like a child afraid of getting caught, when there was no one else around. A single customer walking into the shop transformed Robbie into a first year schoolteacher.

“I’m not doing anything.”

“I can see that.”

“Then—” he swallowed the rest of the sentence. Wouldn’t do him any good, that’s for certain. Draco wasn’t a boy anymore, and not as much of an idiot as one would assume just by looking at him. He’s learned, painstakingly, when to shut his mouth.

“What was that?” Robbie smiled his horrible, horrible smile. Did Draco mention he hated this man? He hated him so. It was hard sometimes to remember why he still went to work in the first place.

(Probably the money. Yeah, mostly that. Also, losing his job would lead to an argument with Will, and if there was something in this world Draco would do anything for, absolutely anything in his power, it would be to avoid an argument with Will.)

“So? What was it you were saying?”

“Nothing.” Prick.

Robbie’s smile widened. “Then get off your arse and start working. Doing what I’m paying you for, you know? If you have time to lean—”

“Oh, for crying out loud,” Draco mumbled, inaudible, getting up and rolling his eyes, but only when he was out of Robbie’s eyesight. The idiot wasn’t even the one paying him. He was just a junior-level manager. What is it they say about power?

He was saved from that particular idiom when the door jangled open. Robbie cleared his throat loud enough to draw Draco’s attention, accompanied by his eyebrows, and then his hands, signalling go to them! in the most dramatic, passionate way. Then with his eyes, something complicated, a lot like ‘you’re a no-good arsehole, do your bloody job before I kick your teeth in’. Draco waited till his face turned a nice shade of puce, just for the thrill of it, before approaching the incomer, a tall man browsing the lamp selection.

“Good evening welcome to Lights Lights Lights Etc. my name is Draco how can I assist you find your perfect lighting solution today?”

The man looked up, startled. Draco used to have to take a deep breath before spouting all that shit. Now it was as instinctive as blinking.

“Eh, no thank you. I’m just looking.”

Fan-fricking-tastic. Draco stretched his face into something resembling a smile. “Let me know if you need anything. I’ll be right here.”

And right here he was, leaning against the wall and waiting. Robbie won’t be able to berate him when there’s a customer about, and besides, he disappeared to the storeroom anyway, probably to call his girlfriend. Ha, as if he’d ever get a girlfriend. Probably calling his mum. His mum. That’s very funny.

(Draco didn’t know why he’s always backing himself into these corners. Shut up, just, maybe for a second? Do everyone a favour.)

“Erm, excuse me? How much for this one?”

Goody. Work. Something to get his mind off the—whatever all that was. Draco shook himself out of being pathetic, came a bit closer. “Let me scan the barcode. Be right back.”

How distracting, the way his shoes tapped on the floor: click-clack of the self-important kind. Will hated them, but they’re the only black shoes he still owned. Needed them for work, mandatory and everything. He should really get a new pair. A silent one would be best. Click, clack, click-clack. Draco hated Thursdays most, but today was only Tuesday.

“That one’s thirty quid.” his voice came out hoarse, and the man startled again. Easy to scare, men these days. Only have to threaten them once before they crumble. “The one to your left, yes, that one, very similar, but it’s on sale. Goes for twenty-three.”

“Oh, that’s, erm, thanks, I don’t,” the man kept mumbling as he disappeared. The bell rang, sure to summon—yes, there he was, Robbie coming back with a vengeance. Or just his gloomy, irritable pout, the one that promised shouting is imminent.

“What did you do now?” he scrunched his nose, and Draco hated him.

“Nothing. He left.”

“Did you even tell him about the discount on the—”

“Yes.” It shouldn’t matter, because this was all so petty and so useless, but Draco did tell him about the discount, and he could see that Robbie didn’t believe it. “I did. I told him, and he left anyway. Didn’t care about the discount, fancy that.”

“You need some serious work on your attitude, Malfoy. Always with that face, and with that tone, no wonder that people walk out of here feeling…”

Shit, but if that wasn’t exactly what Will said—Draco gulped, loud enough to drown the rest of the rant. The famous rotten-Malfoy attitude, needing adjustment on aisle five. If only it were… shit, shit. How could it only be Tuesday? Felt like a real fucking Thursday. Draco hated Thursdays. Himself, too, sometimes.

“All right, all right. I’ll be better. More—serviceable. What you said.” Draco watched Robbie’s mouth slacken in shock, which will turn into anger soon enough if he didn’t do something about it. “Smoking break. Thanks for the chat, boss. I’ll take it to heart, promise.” Nearly running out of there: click-clack! Click! Clack!

Fuck, fuck, fuck. Draco stopped in the parking lot, bent down, hands on his thighs. Calm down, calm down. Robbie’s nothing. He’s literally nothing. He didn’t mean anything by it, not the same way Will meant it. Didn’t have a point like Will had. He was just being a dick, which shouldn’t be at all surprising, wasn’t any kind of news. Shouldn’t be startling. Men these days, so easily startled. Threaten to leave them once, and they crumble.

What will Robbie do about it, anyway? Fire him? He wouldn’t. Draco’s the only one who’d work Saturdays now, with Oliver on leave and Jenny with her boyfriend. So, honestly, just, Merlin, keep it cool. Draco always did this, loved to do it, didn’t he. Fuck things up so much in his head he can’t be normal about them outside either. His attitude really did need an adjustment. Imagine: Robbie was, for once in his life, correct about something. Draco laughed into his palms, wiped his face. Okay. Okay. Try again, like a fucking person now.

By the time he walked back into the shop, he was breathing normally. Robbie was in the back, probably calling his mum again. The lights all around him flickered, painfully bright. People are always so scared of the dark, but it’s the light that plays tricks on your eyes.

Draco could already feel the headache coming. Worst thing about working in the shop, the headaches were. And then bloody Robbie, probably. The door opened, and two middle-aged ladies sauntered inside with their smiles and their questions and their smiles.

“Good evening welcome to Lights Lights Lights Etc. my name is Draco how can I assist you find your perfect lighting solution today?”

Fuck it. He can only do better, can’t he?

I’m hereby tagging you to share snips, or neeps, or even shnips, if you feel like it!

[wri0thesley]

Could I request Gojo, Nanami, Geto, Toji, and Mahito with their s/o getting injured while fighting alongside them? Who rushes to their side to tend to them and who goes after the attacker?? I'm always a sucker for this hc prompt!!

♡ —-> below the cut: gojo, nanami, geto, toji, mahito <—-  ♡

♡ Gojo is used to carrying a fight on his own. This is not the first time his partner has been injured whilst they are on a mission - but it’s the first time it’s been you, his partner in more than one way, the person he thinks he might want to spend the rest of his life with--. So he ends up amping up the fighting - if this isn’t a special grade curse, it’s suddenly being treated like one, because if there’s one thing Gojo isn’t in control of it’s how much he loves you. He has lost too many people in his life, and this curse has just threatened another one of them, and this isn’t something that he’ll take lightly. If Gojo makes far more of a mess out of the scene of the battle then he needed to in order to take it out and teach the curse a lesson, so be it. He’s quick dispatching it so that he can feel less guilty about rushing over to your side - he’s had the weight of the world on his shoulders for too long to shirk his duty, but that doesn’t mean he’s not thinking about you the whole time. He’s bent over you in an instant, pulling you into him, asking if you’re alright and trying not to let the worry show. If you can talk and still seem at least to be within yourself, he cracks jokes as best he can about how you’ve gotten him worried, and never to do that again even as he tries to get you to Shoko as soon as possible. You’ll find that Gojo’s influence means you’re not asked to go on a mission for a couple of days, despite how short-staffed everyone is - but when you ask him about it, he shrugs it off with a steely look in his eye. “Guess it’s just not that busy, cupcake - more time for you to stay home and eat sweets and recover!”

- ♡ -

♡ Nanami thinks that being a jujutsu sorcerer fucking sucks, sometimes. And he has not felt how much it sucks so concretely as when you’re knocked onto your back and he sees an arc of blood, hears a sickening crack. He knows he has a duty, and he’s never been the kind of man who leaves it behind - but, like Gojo, he can’t help but let his frustration and anger show through in the way he wields his weapon and the way his teeth grit. Nanami is a formidable enemy at any time, but he’s practically possessed himself now - if he loses you, he will never forgive himself. He has given up too many parts of himself for this job (for both of the jobs he’s inhabited), and you are a bright spot of sunshine in his life. He can’t lose you. He can’t, he can’t, he can’t. So he hacks and he slashes and the moment the curse is gone he’s lifting you up, checking your pulse, trying to keep himself under control even though his heart is beating erratically and memories of other people he hasn’t saved are flooding his head. He can’t stop thinking about how shit this job is, how bullshit it is that you’re expected to die in the line of duty - and then, your eyes open and you cough, and Nanami feels a heavy weight lift from him as he stares into your eyes. Your wounds are treated by Nanami if he can, or by Shoko if they’re too bad - and when the two of you get home, Nanami begins to flip through property books and magazines as he tells you with a tight jaw that the two of you should really think about retiring in the next few years. 

- ♡ -

♡ Geto is incredibly loyal to those he cares about - the little family of curse users that he’s built up all around them. And you are no different - as his beloved, you occupy a different plane. Something more important than even he realises. He loves having you beside him, wrapping his arms around you, watching you with Mimiko and Nanako - after becoming a curse user, he didn’t think he’d ever find such pure happiness as he’s found in you. So it’s no surprise that when he watches you get injured in the battle, he’s driven a little bit wild with his rage. 

He comes to you first, because he is lucky enough to have a technique that means he can release curses to fight for him as he checks you over. The sight of you bent and broken, your beautiful face perhaps bruised, your eyes closed, makes him feel like he could tear the world apart for you. If your eyes do open, and he’s able to ascertain that you’ll be safe, his priority is to get you out of harm’s way.

If they don’t, and you’re hurt more than he can help with at that moment . . . whoever did it is going to regret having ever been born. 

- ♡ -

♡ Toji is immediately bothered when he hears your soft cry of pain. He will not go to you immediately, because he is a professional and the job has to come first - but you can rest assured that he’s running through every possibility in his head, wondering when he can get to your side the quickest. This is a man whose battle skills are superior to almost anyone’s in the world - it’s not that difficult for him to re-arrange his steps, to goad his victim closer to your body so he can work out what the damage is. If you’re merely unconscious, his victim might get off luckily, and Toji may do his work with one clean, quick slice.

If you’re bleeding, though, or something looks broken, or you’re crying - Toji is not so merciful. If you ever get hurt, he wants it to be because you asked him for it and he wants you to enjoy the process - that this enemy would dare lay a finger on you frustrates him to no end. Toji is rather a possessive man. The victim is going to know exactly how he fucked up as Toji brings a painful end to their life, as Toji explains to them like they’re a child before he watches the light drain from their eyes.

Toji is going to do his best to take care of you until whatever injuries you sustain have healed, but this isn’t necessarily a good thing. Toji isn’t exactly the most ideal of sickroom companions, and his bedside manner can be appalling. 

- ♡ -

♡ Mahito says that you are an interesting toy, an experiment - that you’re human, and you are expendable, like all of them are. His main goal, he tells himself, is more important than his silly feelings towards a squishy little person who doesn’t matter. He doesn’t care if you get hurt, if you die; if you were to disappear from his life tomorrow, he thinks, it wouldn’t matter. But he is lying to himself, because the minute that you are in the heat of battle and the path of something dangerous, something in him kicks in.

He normally does not pick fights he cannot win - there’s a streak of cowardliness in the middle of him, though he doesn’t often feel it due to knowledge of how powerful he is. But hearing your noise of pain, seeing your body tossed aside like trash awakens something in him. He does care about you, you’re not trash, you might be one of the only good things about the human world that has ever existed--

And Mahito throws himself into fighting with everything he has. When Mahito’s hand touches this poor creature that has had the misfortune to have attacked Mahito’s most beloved little human, they are going to become the guinea pig for some of the more unhinged experimentations with Idle Transfiguration that Mahito can do. And he hopes that they retain their consciousness all the way through it. He wants to make them suffer. 

-  ♡ -

[eremiie]

hbd cornelius springer <3

❥ nsfw | 3.2k words | connie x fem!reader

❥ content - blowjob

❥ the birthday boy deserves some birthday head!!!

happy birthday connie springer, and happy belated birthday @arlerted ily both a whole lot <3... i started this at like 4am so pls bare with this

"you enjoying your birthday?"

connie turns around at the sound of your voice, soda can in hand while he closes the fridge door.

the way his face lights up when he connects your voice to your face makes you beam. his eyes get wide, eyebrows rise up, and a crooked smile graces his features as you walk forth, your hand trailing against the kitchen counter.

it makes you smile, the ways he's immediately stoked to see you. it's endearing if anything and your heart flutters at the excitement that twinkles in his eyes at your appearance.

"duh... yeah of course i like it."

"duh... yeah of course i like it."

"duh... yeah of course i like it."

his stupid smile shifts into a small smirk and he picks up his drink to take another sip. "what're you lookin' at?"

seriously? were you that obvious?

he leans back against the corner of the kitchen counter, twirling the soda can in his hand to shake his drink up while steadying himself with his elbows. you can tell the question was one he was genuinely waiting on an answer for— it was to just rile you up and one for him to shrug off with a 'just messin'.

you roll your eyes. there was no reason to give him an ego. "your ugly party hat." your tone is snarky, and a breathy laugh leaves connie's throat as he shakes his head at you. he beckons with two slender fingers.

"come 'ere."

your stomach turns at the gesture— no at the sentence and you curse the slight stubbornness that keeps you standing where you stood with your arms crossed. "what?"

connie holds your gaze easily, and instead of giving you an answer his hand reaches out to pull you towards him by your forearm.

you stumble forward until you were situated between his feet, a strong hand encasing your wrists and his breath fanning across your face from the proximity of you and connie.

his eyes look more hazel up close, green and yellow dancing like a fiery bright fire. you can feel the denim of his jeans rub against the fat flesh of your thighs from where you stand, and connie makes no effort to move back.

it's a clear invasion of your space but neither you or him seem to mind— and you hope connie didn't take the way your heart jumps in your chest and your suddenly uneven breathing as a sign that you did mind. no, it was the exact opposite of that if anything.

"are you enjoying the party?" his voice comes out a little too smooth for your liking. where was the slight cracks in his voice as he spoke or the lilts in his tone as he tried his best to be a flirt?

the way he looks at you doesn't help. his eyes are low lying, having trouble staying focused on only just yours. you notice them flit a little lower every now and then before popping back up to match your gaze.

you hoped you came off as unbothered— stable and unfazed by his sudden demeanor. if it wasn't obvious by now your slight attraction to connie was something that you couldn't seem to let go of ever since you had first met him.

you hated how goofy he was and how the lame jokes he'd crack would always make you laugh regardless of how stupid. you hated how  somehow he'd always coerce you to do the handy work when it came to class projects because he was too lazy to get up off his own ass and help you. you hated how even through all these little silly quirks of his if he really wanted to with a few slip ups here and there he could make the hairs on your arms stand and have you stop breathing just from a slick look and slick sentence.

you hated all these things because they all made you feel gushy inside no matter how dumb it was. they made your body warm and gave you this comforting feeling that you couldn't get from anyone else.

so when connie repeats another "hm?" catching you off guard for the second time, that warm feeling returns because this time the pads of his fingers drum against your shoulder, a little to close to the junction near your neck.

"as long as ymir and sash keep me entertained, then yeah. this little 'party' isn't that bad." your quick with your response this time once he sets you back on track and you calm a bit.

"so ymir 'n sash are the life of the party for ya?" he pouts, and you scrunch your nose up when he leans in a little more, a mock pitiful expression on his face. "damn, 'n i'm supposed to be the birthday boy... that's crazy."

you can tell he's a little under the influence. despite it being his birthday he was actual one out of a few to keep their drinking at a light tonight. you couldn't say the same for armin who was currently passed out and curled up at the safety of mikasa's side on the large sofa, or for reiner who was last crying to ymir before she managed to 'shut the fuck up jockey' him as you walked pass.

you liked it like this though, liked to know that the interactions between you and connie weren't entirely the alcohol talking.

but it wasn't like it was ever really anything but him talking when he got more than comfortable with you.

light touches up the soft skin of your thighs, moving you around by placing his hands on your waist (where you must say they fit like a puzzle), or attacking you in tickles when he decided to crash at you and sasha's place and you wouldn't pass up the remote.

those were all connie, but it was nice to know that the person in front of you was mostly connie as well.

"you are... you just haven't been keeping me company as you should have." you lift up a hand right in front of his face and pretend to inspect your nails before dropping four fingers down to your palm and turning your nails to you once again.

connie let's out a low laugh at the gesture before using his own palm to cup the top of your hand. you expect him to push it down and let go but he only holds it in his grip with that same dumb smile plastered on his face as he doesn't fail to keep eye contact with you.

"ha-ha, so funny. you act like we didn't dance together," you recall the memory of connie hoisting you up from the couch and spinning you around until your backside was pressed against him, asking you to 'dance'. if anything that encounter is probably what encouraged the tingle between your legs and pushed you to follow connie into the kitchen. "sit together for like a good ass while, and play cards together— cheating together i might add."

you giggle, "did eren not realize that practically half the deck was under my ass and in your pockets?" connie reciprocates your giggle in his cheery tone and he raises the soda can to his lips again to empty it out inside his mouth.

"nah, but for real, what more company do you need?"

in the back of your head you had a solid idea of the kind of company you needed from connie, but you weren't even sure if your mind was quick enough to formulate it into a sentence that sounded appealing to the ears, enticing even.

a dramatic sigh leaves your lips and your hands come up to connie's head, one index plucking at the thin string below his chin and the other one holding the loud party hat until you were pulling it off and fiddling with it in your hand.

connie's hand automatically comes to rub at the short grey strands with a small frown at the absence of his hat. he stands up straight so he's peering down at you and his arm swings over your shoulder as he begins walking the two of you towards the exit to the kitchen abandoning his empty can of soda. "what?"

you slow down your pace so that he slows down and pull his arm from around you just as quickly as he placed it there massaging his knuckles in the process.

the eagerness to stay alone with him and not go back out where the chatters of all your friends would become tenfold is what makes you more bold, is what makes you back connie up towards the kitchen island until your practically leaning on him with doe eyes, fluttering your lashes and saying, "just wanna be alone with you for a minute..." you hesitate for a moment before beginning to speak again, "i gotta present for you, but we gotta go upstairs."

it's like your words alone manage to somewhat crack the demeanor he had going on. how his mouth slightly parts and how his body tenses up slightly tells you. you're thankful for the small adrenaline rush a measly walk to the archway gave you.

"shit, what's upstairs?" you relish in how he feeds into your words instead of stuttering under pressure and his hand moves to the small of your back pulling you even closer.

it's noticeable that he likes to feel your skin on his, and his hands are warm against the skin of your hip, practically singeing it with just his touch. it sends a hot feeling throughout your body and you indulge in him some more, fully enveloping your hand with his free one and giving a nice smile.

"if you come with me then it'll be me and you," and he lets you pull him along like a dog on a leash, sticking as close to its owner as possible as he's so close behind you that you can feel him up against your back as you begin to nonchalantly walk past your group of friends conversing in the living room.

for you it's easy to ignore their remarks and looks of 'finally'. after all, you knew they were coming. but connie couldn't, shooting silly faces to his audience as he lets you pull him along.

"they're finally fucking."

"go, birthday boy!"

"gettin' some birthday pussy!"

"_______, bite his dick off for me!"

the only phrase to elicit some sort of reaction from you is the mumbly one from sasha from whatever was in her mouth as she encouraged you to injure connie.

all the phrases seem to get one out of connie, from him pretending to fuck you from behind causing you to pinch the tan skin of his wrist to him making kissy faces at jean, eren, and even to ymir who further encouraged you to take a chomp out of his little friend.

you lead him through his bedroom door, immediately locking it because you know he'll forget and then turning to face him again.

when you turn back around connie's still looming over you, his hands lankily at his sides and it's as if he doesn't know what to do with them.

it makes you titter, and you take a step towards him pulling at his wrists place his hands back on your hips. "so what's my present?"

your hands come up to come his face and his skin is soft under your touch. he's warm and his breathing is unsteady as you lean forward to press your lips onto his.

he quickly returns the kiss, more fervently than you if anything. connie immediately groans as if the feeling of your lips on his was something he was craving.

connie pushes you against the door, a small thud eliciting from the way your back hits it and he lets go of your hips to cup your face and bring you deeper into the kiss.

the way he presses up so close against you makes you part your lips slightly giving him enough time to slip his tongue into your mouth until it's slotted alongside yours.

his knee parts your legs and bump against your crotch making you moan and let go of his face, holding onto his shoulders instead.

you pull back to breathe for a brief moment— and connie's eyes are overcast with lust. he doesn't have that twinkle from earlier and his grip on your hips is tighter than it was a few seconds ago.

he breathes heavily and rests his forehead against yours then dropping his knee. "that wasn't all i get for my birthday, right?"

with another roll of your eyes you shake your head. "it'd be a little rude of me to leave you like this, yeah?"

you slide down the wall until your knees hit the carpet and sit back on your shins. your delicate hands slide down connie's chest until the tips of your fingers are brushing over the buckle of his belt.

"yeah," connie's eyes flutter shut and he places a hand on the door to once again steady himself. "'d be real fuckin' rude of you."

your hands make work of his belt, unclasping the loop, unzipping the zipper and unbuttoning his pants to begin shrugging down the denim.

you had barely even started doing anything yet connie's mouth was slightly parted in anticipation. it was amusing how even the slightest touch from you could elicit a reaction out of him.

you pride yourself in this, and you take your time letting your fingertips massage the length of connie's clothed cock beneath his boxers. his body stutters overtop of you for a quick second and you move your hands to the hem of his boxers to begin pulling them down.

he's pretty; a slightly flushed tip that complimented the tan color of his skin. he's clearly already hard and you swear when your hand wraps around him his dick twitches in your touch. "god," he mumbles.

his dick is heavy in your hand, and he's thick to the touch. with a few test pumps you prop yourself up on your knees once more and place a hand over his thigh. "c'mon," his tone is encouraging yet hurrying, needy.

you click your tongue at him before using it to kitten lip his tip, like you were just trying to get a taste. connie hisses above you and drops his hand down to the top of your head.

"c'mon, we can't take too long with everyone still down there."

you know he's only saying so because he wants to feel your mouth around him. he's only being needy because it's something he'd been craving over the course of a few months. you are something he had been craving and now that you were under him he wanted all of you, starting with what you were willing to give which happened to be your pretty throat.

nevertheless, he's the birthday boy and you want to help pleasure him, making him feel a euphoric feeling that you know he's longed for.

you stick your tongue out and slap his tip against the flat of your tongue, and connie lets out another short groan, his fingers scrunching your hair.

connie shudders from above you and you almost feel bad for teasing him. you let the warmth of your mouth consume him completely— well, as far as you can while your hand works at the remainder.

"yeah, yeah..." he hums and he opens his eyes  again to look down at you.

your mouth around him felt heavenly, and the image of you sucking him off was even better; cheeks hollowed out and hand pumping his length.

you were so pretty.

connie brings the hand in your hand down to your cheek to feel himself through the skin, his tip pressed up against the inside of your cheek as he slightly rolls his hips forward to fuck in your mouth gently.

you pull off of him, pushing spit to the front of your mouth and letting your saliva drip onto his cock.

"fuck, you can't do that," he whines and rubs his tip against your lips until you open up again for him and his hand returns to your hair. "stick your tongue out."

you obey. using the leverage he has on your locks, he pushes deeper into your mouth, bobbing your head as he thrusts forward. small moans leave connie's lips. he's infatuated with the way your tongue slides against his underside as you try your best to relax your throat to let him in.

he loves it, loves how your mouth is so wet and sloppy around him, how it feels so good to be inside you— and he wants to feel every part of you, not stopping at your mouth.

saliva drips from the corner of your mouth and you try to suppress the gags that try to come up. you whimper from underneath connie, and he pulls out to give you a minute to breath.

it's funny how he's breathing harder then you his chest heaving. "that fuckin' mouth,"

you give a slight smile at the compliment, pleased to know you were pleasing him.

"i need it s'more."

what kind of person would you be if you didn't give the birthday boy what he wanted?

so you give him more, using connie's thighs to keep yourself steady, relaxing yourself and breathing through your nose as you let connie fuck your mouth.

he becomes erratic, the grip he has on your hair is slightly painful but you know he's too caught up in his lust, too caught up in the haven that was your throat.

he's so lost in the pleasure that he doesn't warn you when he's about to cum and you only know by the way his cum spills down your throat making you cough and pull off of him.

what you could only assume was a "sorry" comes from him as he calms down, pulling up his boxers and jeans but forgetting to buckle his belt. his hand reached out for you to grab it.

you take it and he pulls you up until you're almost at his height again, that same dumb smile on his face. "did you like your present?" you hum after you clear your throat.

"duh..." his thumb comes up to wipe at the saliva around your mouth before pushing the digit between your lips. you waste no time entertaining him, sucking your spit up and popping off of his thumb. "you thinkin' you could gimme something else though?"

you snort, "what happened to we couldn't take too long cause everyone's downstairs?"

"i'm still hard, it's my birthday, i really don't give a fuck who's downstairs." his words contradict his earlier statement but you brush it off, pulling him by the string of his jacket and pressing another peck to his lips.

"get in the bed birthday boy."

[waka-chan-out]

Just Once

Hanamaki Takahiro x fem!reader

non-canonical timeskip.

word count: 3.5k

content warnings: makki’s pov. honestly this is pretty much just friends to lovers fluff with some healthy smut thrown in at the end. technically unprotected sex but no attention is called to it.

based on this request

Makki was sure you didn’t even realize you were half asleep, so when he shoved your shoulder you nearly jumped across the room.

“What the hell?” you yelped. He laughed and stood.

“Not on my watch! Sit up. Come on. I got you.”

He dragged you into a seated position and grabbed a bright pink energy drink from the fridge. He flopped back down in front of you and held out his hand.

“Drink this.”

You saw what he was holding and snorted.

“Why?”

“So you can stay up with me, stupid. You asked to sleep over. I expect fully conscious best friend bonding time.”

You rolled your eyes but took the can anyway.

“I asked to sleep over, not stay up all night,” you said, popping open the can. You held it up to your lips and took an experimental sip.

“How is it?” he asked. You winced and shook your shoulders.

“It tastes like drugged up cotton candy.” You held it up to your lips, then hesitated. “Am I supposed to feel it as it goes through my veins?”

“You are, actually. It’s great.” He picked up his own drink and nearly spilled it on the carpet before taking a long sip. Using your logic, his was a deliciously metallic green apple flavor.

You moved to set your drink down but Makki caught your hands in his own.

“Oh, no you don’t. Come on. Open.” He sat up to between your knees and tipped the drink back toward your lips. “I can sip. You gotta chug.”

You made a muffled sound in protest but let the liquid fall past your lips anyway, grumpily holding his gaze as you drained a good portion of the can. He set it down beside you and shot you what was supposed to be an innocent smile.

“You’re an idiot,” you said.

“Indeed. Feeling more awake?” he asked. You shrugged.

“I’m sure I will once the heart palpitations set in.”

“I know CPR. You’ll be fine.”

He settled back onto the floor and resumed staring at the ceiling. You had bought him one of those little constellation lights for his last birthday, and since it was freezing outside they were the best possible substitute for stargazing. You laid down next to him, fingers laced on your chest. Quiet music came from your phone in the corner, virtually untouched since you arrived hours earlier. Matsukawa always joked that when you hung out together it was like you entered a void, completely impossible to locate until you were separated, and he was right. With you here, this was the only room that existed. You were floating around in space and would be sucked out into nothing as soon as you tried to leave.

You rolled over and leaned against your hand.

“What are you thinking about?” you asked. Makki didn’t look at you. He didn’t need to.

“Matsukawa,” he said. You scoffed.

“Why? Making a tier list of our friend’s eyebrows?”

“Hair, actually. His curls give him a pretty big advantage.”

“They are nice, I’ll give you that. But not nice enough to make up for his shitty personality.”

It wasn’t nearly as fun ripping into him when he wasn’t there to defend himself, but you both laughed anyway.

Makki considered your words for a moment. In all honesty, Matsukawa would place pretty high on all of those lists. A humor list too. And probably an overall looks list. He was certainly the more popular in high school, and had only come more into his own since graduating.

“You know, I always thought Matsukawa was the better looking of the two of us.” The words slipped out before he could even consider stopping them. He froze and turned to you. To his surprise you were studying his face with the interest he might have expected from a doctor and their patient. When you didn’t respond, he realized he was nervous. Why, he didn’t know, but he really, really needed you to respond.

“I’ve never told anyone that before,” he breathed.

“Issei is handsome,” you said. Well, fuck.

“Good, good. These years of insecurity were warranted. Good to know.”

You smacked his shoulder.

“Shut the fuck up while I speak to you.” He laughed but held his tongue. You continued. “Issei is handsome, but you are too. Just in different ways. Neither is better or worse.”

He stared at you stupidly. “Thanks?”

“Don’t say it like it’s a question! I’m being serious.”

“I can tell. It’s just a funny compliment to get.”

“Well, think about it. The sunrise is beautiful. The sunset is beautiful. Two things can be totally different and equally lovely at the same time.”

He gazed at you, face scrunched and unable to decide between confusion and understanding.

“Do you get it?” you asked

“Yeah, yeah. I think so.” He paused and considered what you said. “So, which am I?” You made a face.

“Isn’t that obvious?”

“It’s your metaphor!”

“You’re sunrise, dummy.” You ruffled his hair. “I thought you’d get that.”

He smiled. He could work with sunrise.

“So, which do you prefer?” he asked. “Sunrise or sunset?” You huffed a laugh and your eyes fell to the carpet, where you had started playing with a loose string.

“I try not to play favorites,” you said. He watched your face carefully. A small smile played on your lips, the same one that always appeared when you were alone with him. “But there’s a reason I don’t drag you outside as the sun is going down.”

He stared at you, and you stared right back. An unexpected but deeply familiar feeling settled in his chest. He didn’t know what to do with it, so he swallowed hard and returned to laying on his back. “Thank you.”

“You don’t need to thank me for being honest.”

“I know. But for my own sake, thanks.”

Makki could feel your eyes scanning his face, but he kept his gaze trained on the ceiling.

“You know, you’re good looking too,” he said.

“Yeah? You come up with a fancy metaphor for me?”

He snorted and turned onto his side again. Your lips were curled into the prettiest shadow of a smile and he could feel his mouth going dry.

“I’m not good at talking like that. But you’re just so familiar.” He reached out and absentmindedly traced his fingers over the back of your hand. He tried his best to not look at your face, because he could feel his heating up and the warmth was making it hard to think straight. He stilled his hand and laid it on top of yours as was finally able to piece his thoughts together. “You feel like home.”

When he finally looked at you your lips were parted in surprise. He hadn’t expected that reaction. Was what he said been that outlandish? You had been friends forever. Of course he felt like that around you.

“Thank you, Makki,” you said. His mouth twitched into a smirk.

“You don’t need to thank me for being honest.” The repeated phrase forced a laugh out of you, but he couldn’t quite place the look on your face.

“Can I ask you something?” he said.

“You just did,” you teased. He rolled his eyes and scooted closer to show he was serious.

“Okay, okay,” you said. “Shoot.”

“Why don’t you call me by my given name?”

You scoffed.

“I don’t know.”

“That’s not true! There has to be a reason.”

“It feels too special. I don’t want to use it like that.”

“You use Mattsun’s!”

“Yeah, well.”

He frowned, amused, and leaned in closer. You wrinkled your nose and tried to back away.

“Well, what?” he asked.

“I don’t know how to explain it! It’s just different. Too intimate.” You said the last part quietly, like you didn’t want him to hear it.

“So why can you use his ‘intimate’ name and not mine?”

“Because it feels different with you.”

“Why?”

You were staring at him, an apprehensive look on your face. He paused, and the new information finally clicked. Oh.

You both hesitated.

“Do you want me to say it or do you get it?” you whispered.

“I think I get it?”

You blew out a frustrated sigh and covered your face with your hands.

“Don’t say it like a question!”

“Fine, fine, fine. I genuinely think I get it but I don’t want to be presumptuous.”

“So you get it but you’re not going to do anything to show me that you get it?”

“See? You get it.”

“Makki!”

“What? You know I can’t turn it off.” He grinned. “It’s like an impulse.”

“You’re an impulsive ass?”

“I am. That’s why we fit so well together. You’re an impulsive ass tamer.”

You let out a surprised laugh.

“And what does that make Issei?”

Makki waved his hand dismissively.

“Oh, forget about him. I wanna focus on us.”

“Us?”

“Yeah, us. I’m still on this given name bullshit.”

“God,” you groaned. “Can we move on to another topic?”

“Not until I’m sure that I know what I think I know.”

“Hanamaki Takahiro, I am going to end your bloodline.”

He perked up and pointed at your face.

“Ah! You said it! Now just say it on its own.”

“Hanamaki.”

“Fuck! No. Not that one.”

You stared at him seriously.

“Just try it!” he begged. “Then I’ll stop bugging you.”

“Forever?”

“Hell no, just about this.”

You groaned and rubbed your hands over your face. You took a deep breath and set your jaw.

“Just once?” you asked.

“Just once. Unless I want to hear it again.”

“If you’re going to be weird I’m not going to say it!”

“Fine! Fine. I’m shutting up.” He motioned like he was zipping up his lips and handing you the key. You laughed and pretended to take it, closing your hand into a fist and laying it between you.

“Okay.” You took a deep breath. He pretended not to notice the way it faltered on the way out. You looked him seriously in the eye.

“Takahiro.”

Shit.

He expected it to feel silly, so much hype up for something incredibly stupid. But it wasn’t. It felt a little too good to be silly. It felt really good. It felt right.

He held out his hand. Your brows pulled together until he pointed at your hand, then his face. You let out a ridiculous laugh and held two fingers close to his mouth, pretending to unzip his lips again. He caught your hand before you could fully pull it away, cradling it against his face.

“You know, that’s the prettiest anyone has ever said it.” He didn’t register the words that were forming until they were out and he was cringing, waiting for you to tell him to fuck off. Instead, you narrowed your eyes at him.

“Don’t be embarrassing.”

“What? The more you say it the less strange it feels for both of us.” He scooted against the ground, bringing his body even closer to yours. “Do it again.”

You sighed and rolled your eyes.

“Takahiro.”

Fuck.

You sat in silence. You stared at each other, unwavering and perfectly comfortable, neither of you making any move to turn away. Makki broke the silence with a sharp breath.

“Can I try something?” he asked. You looked apprehensive but he went on. “If I totally misread the situation that’s fine, I won’t be offended. Just, can I?”

You shrugged.

“I don’t care.”

Well, shit. He was suddenly frozen.

You know what? No. You were one of his best friends. If he fucked up, you’d tell him, then you’d laugh about it, and best of all, you’d never ever tell Matsukawa. That was the kind of friend you were. You were perfect. You were his.

He pushed up on his elbow and leaned over you. He could see your eyes widen in surprise, then settle back into something nervous but not apprehensive. He was so close to you. At this distance he could feel every pull of your breath against his face. God, he could do this. If worst came to worst you could laugh about it and return to being best friends. He might die as he did this, but if he was honest, he was more likely going to die if he didn’t.

He reached up and ran a hand through your hair. Then, he cupped the side of your face, leaned in, and ever so gently pressed his lips to yours.

For a moment he panicked because you didn’t move. You were frozen against him, and he had fucked up so horribly he wasn’t sure if he’d be able to laugh it off.

Then you weren’t frozen and there was a hand buried in his hair, and he let out the most relieved sigh of his life.

He swore he could feel you smiling as he finally let himself move, lips shifting against yours like they had always been there. You fit against him so perfectly it almost surprised him, but only almost. You had always been in sync, ready to back him up with a joke or laugh or the end of a snarky comment that he couldn’t quite get out. You were his other half and it only made sense that your lips were made just for each other.

He planted a knee on the ground between your legs and propped himself up above you, shivering when your hands ran down his sides.

Makki knew he was a good kisser, but with the responsive, welcoming way your mouth moved against his, he became painfully aware that he had never experienced a truly great kiss until now. He felt your tongue nudge his lips and he parted them, letting you deepen the kiss. You tasted like the stupid cotton candy energy drink and the sweet, familiar breath of someone that he adored.

Your fingertips danced along his abdomen, then his hipbones, finally coming to rest just slightly dipped under the band of his pajama pants. There was no longer the hesitance of friendship in your hands, and when he cradled the back of your neck, he realized the feeling was affecting him too. You were trembling, and so was he, drunk on the feeling of a familiar but entirely new body. Playful touches couldn’t compare to harsh fingers grasping at whatever skin they could find, eliciting small sighs and dizzying gasps.

He dipped his head down and planted kisses along your jaw. Your hands closed into fists and you tipped your head back, letting his tongue move down to you neck. He might have been leaving hickies. He honestly didn’t know. All he cared about was absorbing as much of you as he could as quickly as possible.

You brought up your knees so he was sandwiched between your legs and he shuddered. He thought the kiss would be enough. Hell, he didn’t even think you’d receive it this enthusiastically. But he could feel that he was turned on, and you were definitely going to be able to tell if he didn’t slow down a little. He brought his lips back to yours and tried to lower the tension, ease up the pace, but then your legs were wrapped tightly around him, forcing him to grind against you.

Oh, fuck.

You grabbed his face on either side and licked into his mouth like you were trying to own him, and jesus he was starting to believe you did. His arms were braced on either side of you, desperately trying to keep him from completely melting, but it wasn’t working at all.

He was distantly aware that he was hard, but he didn’t think about it until one of your hands had left his face to paw at him through his pajamas. He gasped and felt you smile into the kiss, rubbing your palm up his length, nearly able to wrap your hand around him through the thin fabric. He pulled away from your lips and looked at you seriously, or as seriously as he could when his brain was actively trying to vacate his skull.

“Is this okay?” he asked.

You ground your hand harder against him.

“Getting shy on me, Takahiro?”

He let out a shaky breath and shook his head. You stared up at him with a smug smile and he had the urge to kiss it off your face.

“Shut up,” he grumbled. You smiled and pulled him down by the back of his neck.

“Make me.”

He cut off any further comment by connecting your lips, trying to fight off a grin. You managed to maneuver the front of his pajamas down and he gasped as the cool air hit him. He braced himself against the floor with an elbow and you used the moment of surprise to wrap your legs around him and lock his hips against you.

He ground against you once and was met with the sudden, dizzying realization that you weren’t wearing anything under your loose pajama shorts. He filed that information away for later, when he could sit down and ask himself just how many times you had laid beside him like that. One of your hands gripped his hair tighter as he pushed himself against you once more, trying to give you the opportunity to take the lead.

“Jesus,” you said suddenly, reaching down and taking hold of his length. “Just fuck me already.”

That sentence alone could have killed him, but his train of thought was derailed as you lined him up between your legs and held onto his shoulders, begging him to get closer. He readjusted his forearm on the floor above your head and pushed inside of you with one fluid motion.

“Oh, fuck,” he breathed. He tipped his forehead against your face, trying to regain some semblance of self control as he withdrew and thrust forward again. The way you groaned and dug your fingertips into his back made that nearly impossible.

He set a slow, grinding pace, letting himself swim in your quiet moans before silencing them with a kiss. Your hands moved back to his hair, holding him close as your tongue met his. The motion felt so natural that he barely registered that you had only kissed for the first time a few minutes ago. It felt like you’d been his forever.

You broke the kiss but Makki kept his face pressed against yours.

“Takahiro,” you sighed. “A little faster.”

He nearly lost control of his body as he obeyed, quick breaths leaving his lips involuntarily with every movement. Your moans were driving him crazy. He wanted to taste them, drink in every bit of you until you were shaking beneath him. He captured your lips in a kiss again and shifted a hand between your legs, circling your clit as he continued thrusting into you.

The sound that left your throat was muffled against his lips, but he swore he would never forget it. Your breath was quick against his skin and the kiss became messier with every motion. One of your hands flew around his bicep, like you were trying to anchor yourself as he continued pushing into you.

Fuck, Makki was close. The harder you panted, the tighter your grip on him was, the faster he hurtled toward the edge. You were moaning into his mouth, and his fingers were moving faster between your legs, and his arm was cramping just a little bit from holding himself above you, but then you were breaking the kiss and your back was arching and holy shit.

Makki’s hips stuttered and he let out the most embarrassing, full-bodied groan he was capable of. He had to snap his other arm up to avoid collapsing on top of you. He stopped moving and basked in the little shocked breaths that left your body, even after you had stopped shaking. He rolled off of you and closed his eyes.

“Holy shit,” he said. Laughter cut through his words, but he could tell you were having the same problem as your chest heaved. He could see you rearranging your clothes out of the corner of his eye. You paused while readjusting your shirt.

“Makki, you gave me a hickie,” you said. He shoved your arm.

“You don’t get to call me Makki after I just made you come.”

You laughed loudly and flicked his head. He continued staring at the ceiling until he felt you turn over and lay a hand on his chest. He looked down and you were studying him, an amused expression on your face.

“Think Issei will know something’s up?” you asked.

“Of course,” he said. “He notices everything. But deny till you die, right?” You smiled and he pressed a long kiss to your lips, relishing the feeling of your breath dancing over his skin.

This was the only room in existence. You were the only person in the universe, and yours were the only lips he had ever kissed. Nothing mattered besides you and him, right now, exactly where you were supposed to be.

[sugako]

my roommate’s toys

kuroo x f!reader

sum: after listening to you, his roommate, get off on her toys most nights kuroo comes home early to accidentally find you when you weren’t expecting

cw: 18+ mdni, nsfw, smut, slight voyeurism (dub/non-con, kuroo listening to you masturbate), mentions of male masturbation, female masturbation, toy use (dildo, vibrator), oral (receiving), size kink, creampie, some aftercare, roommates to lovers

wc: 2.4k 

a/n: i just had a teeny tiny thot and suddenly it was like 5 pages long, but mostly all just pure smut 

If by some miracle you had been able to hear the front door open, you still probably wouldn’t have stopped. You knew he might be home late. That was what he said at least the night before, work was busy and he might be home late. Might, in your opinion, was a strong word that turned out to be a complete, accidental lie. 

Kuroo really had thought he was going to be home a little later than usual, only telling you because he knew you wanted to watch some movie with him that night. Instead, he got even his extra work done all before he had to punch out. When he walked in, the house was a little quieter than normal. You weren’t in the main room of the apartment, the television wasn’t on, the shower wasn’t running, there was nothing for only a moment. The second he got his shoes off he heard you. 

Pitchy moans barely quieted by the thin walls of the apartment hung heavy in the air. This wasn’t the first time he had heard you, of course. Sometimes late at night or in the bright hours of the morning, he would hear your quick breaths, muted vibrations, and occasional wet slaps. His hand would snake down to hold onto his remarkably hard erection, driven solely by the thought of you. The first time he had regretted it, felt awful after he came all over his stomach to the sounds of your sighs, but now it felt like part of his routine. 

Now felt different. He longed to hear you and see you, to really see you. It would be an accident, he decided, feet already padding toward your door. Ever so slowly, he dragged a knuckle down the surface just above the handle, but the subtle noise didn’t alert you. 

He had said “might”, which you had taken as “would definitely”. This was why you were backed up against the wall above your headboardless bed with a dildo hilted in you, rocking back and forth on it, grappling for your vibrator, knowing you needed to finish soon before he got back. 

“Hey, I saw-!” His voice cut off at the sight before him, so much more than he had imagined. Parallel to his frame of vision, he got the perfect view of you being split open by a dildo suctioned to the wall behind you. It was a light pink, almost clear, completely coated in your slick. 

The moment was extremely brief as, within the next tenth of a second, you rushed to cover up with a blanket, kneeling with your back flush to the wall. The blanket you had recklessly tossed over yourself barely covered your back or ass, but it was worth the try. 

“Tetsurō!” You squealed, motioning to the door. He was motionless, mouth gaping like a fish out of water. “What are you doing?! Go!” Your entire body burned in pure shame and embarrassment, completely unable to look at him but knowing he was still right there. 

“I… what if…” he cleared his throat, trying to regain his composure. He had practiced these silly cliche words time and time again in his head, always imagining it would come down to this, but not knowing his dream would turn into reality tonight. “I can help you.” He said with as much cool confidence as he could muster. 

“That’s not funny. Just… just go so we can pretend this never happened.” You stumbled over your words, tears welling up in your eyes as you tried to imagine this wasn’t real. He took careful note of how you were trembling, nerves melting away.

“I’m not joking.” He said evenly. “I hear you all the time and now I come home to you basically screaming while you fuck yourself on a dumb, little toy. I want to help you.” 

Finally, you looked at him again. His eyes were hardened, stuck exactly on you with a steely expression. Your chest heaved a little faster and you were suddenly acutely aware of how naked you were under the plush blanket and the toy still tucked inside of you. 

It wasn’t difficult to admit to yourself that he was handsome and you had certainly thought of him other than a roommate in the past. The words were stuck in the back of your throat like putty, “Um, I…” 

“Yes or no?” He kept his eyes straight on you, never wavering. The answer was simple you just had to get it out. 

“Yes.” You finally said with a small nod. Kuroo couldn’t begin to hold back his small grin as he closed the door behind himself and advanced toward the bed. It dipped with his weight when he sat on the edge, forcing you to shift around the toy. 

“Why don’t you start with taking that blanket off?” He trailed the back of his hand down your cheek, watching your teary eyes clear up as they filled with want rather than embarrassment. 

“Yeah, just let me,” you gulped, trying not to wince while you pulled yourself off the fake cock. 

His throat went dry when he realized what you had just done. Before the blanket could slip past your shoulders, he grabbed you and forced his lips against yours. It felt so natural, you cursed yourself for not having tried anything months ago. Tongues met each other in a messy, impassioned war, that you ultimately just let him win for the sake of his ego. 

When he leaned you back on the bed, you had almost forgotten all about the toy still suctioned to the wall until it bumped the back of your head. Kuroo held back a chuckle but pulled it off the wall anyhow. You opened your mouth to tell him where to put it, quickly stopped by the cool, damp tip pressing against your lips. 

“Think of this as a warm-up before the better and bigger things.” He purred while he pressed it deeper and deeper into your mouth, watching the pink plastic slip inch by inch into your mouth. Sucking lightly, you cleaned it, greedily tasting yourself, while he slowly and shallowly pumped it and out of your lips. 

At last, when he pulled it away and saw the pornographic string of spit that connected your lolled, panting tongue to the narrow tip, he thought he was going to lose it. The next words you said didn’t help either. 

“Bigger?” You whined quietly, concern and excitement etched onto your face. Groaning into your neck, he carefully tossed the toy toward the bottom of the bed. 

“I’d say so, but you can be the judge.” Needing to unbutton his pants to relieve some pressure, he sat back up, making sure to pull the blanket completely off of you. “At least you’re a little prepped, but I think I can do more.” 

In less than a moment, he had slinked between your legs, spreading your thighs wide with your knees draped over his broad shoulders. The first, hurried lap against your folds made you twitch against him involuntarily. Your hands immediately found his messy hair and grabbed on to steady yourself as he found your clit. 

“Mmhm, you sound better in person than you do behind a wall.” He mumbled against you before he went back to lapping you up. 

“Why…ah, why were you listening?” Too blissed out to feel embarrassed anymore, you barely felt a twinge of shame at his comment. 

“Wasn’t listening, you’re just too fucking loud. And these walls are thin.” Kuroo rolled his eyes, trying to keep his focus all on how you were squirming under him, hips bucking against his face as you chased release. 

Eyebrows knit, you tug a little harder on his hair, forcing a deep groan out of his that vibrates against you. “Should’ve told me,” you gasp when he gives your clit a hard suck, “told me before.” 

“And not get this show?” Is the last quip he mutters back at you before his tongue flashes across your clit, forcing the growing coil in the pit of your stomach to snap. Completely out of your control, your hips grind and tremor against his face even though he has a tight hold of your legs. 

While you struggle to recuperate under his, he’s tearing away the layers he still has on. His tie is somewhere near your side, button-up tossed on the floor, pants and boxers shucked to the foot of the bed, threatening to slide off. Blinking away the haze, you finally get a good look at him. The look is more than good. 

Your eyes rake down his build, slim but obviously very fit for someone who works in an office. It’s obvious that you’re not being conspicuous, but you can’t help it, especially not when he was being honest about his ‘warm-up’ comment. 

“My eyes are up here,” he chuckles before engulfing you and pressing a quick kiss to your lips. “How do you want me?” 

“Huh?” 

“This is all for you, so how do you want me? Want me to fuck you like this?” His eyes flickered up and down your close bodies. “Or do you want to be on top? I could pick you up. Maybe from behind like you had that dumb, little toy stuffed in you?” He watches as your breath silently hitches at the last comment. “Tell me.” 

“Y-yeah, want you, um, behind.” You choke out, feeling his hard cock brush against your thigh as he sits back on his heels again. Before he can instruct you, you’re already on your hands and knees, chest pressed into the mattress. 

He’s glad you can’t see the way he slowly blinks at the sight of your pretty ass and the curve of your back. It almost doesn’t feel real. His perfect, cute roommate all splayed out, drooling cunt exposed and begging to be fucked by him.

Soothing a hand over your lower back, he pulls you back by the hips to line himself up, eliciting a little squeak from you as you’re jostled across the blankets. He presses his tip to your entrance, fingertips digging into your ass, as he slowly presses himself in. When he hears you whimper, clenching around him when he’s only halfway in, he pauses, letting you settle. 

“Shh, it’s okay, you can do this. Relax.” He grunts, gently easing in another slow inch. 

You’re so wet you’re already dripping cum along your thighs and down onto the sheets, but it isn’t enough to quell the stretch he gives you. 

“Just so big,” you cry, trying to focus on relaxing while he splits you open. “Feels so good though.” 

“I know, I know.” 

He’s grateful that you’re holding your body so well, otherwise, he was worried he might just collapse on top of you now. Finally, he’s bottomed out, heavy balls resting against the top of your plush thighs. 

“Please…” You sputter out, gently moving your hips back against his. “Want you to fuck me hard, please, Tetsu.” 

He can’t say no to that. He also can’t say much of anything, transfixed on the way you’re creaming around his cock, pretty white ring already settled around his base before he gets more than three strokes in. The first few times he thrusts against you are light, he’s still easing you in, but by the fifth or sixth he’s slamming against you and picking up speed with each second that passes. 

You’re whimpering and moaning in the sheets, going slack as his hands work in tandem with his hips to pull you off of him and bring you right back so he can slam in even harder. The front of his thighs slap against your ass, the smack echoing in the room along with the slick squelches from where your bodies meet one another. 

“Like being fucked by a real cock?” He grunts out, hands grappling through the sheets for something he saw earlier.

“So good, yeah,” you whine, words barely stringing into a coherent sentence. “A lot better.” 

“Wanna cum on a real cock?” 

The loud whir of your vibrator makes you clench around him and whimper out some more nonsense. “Ye-eah, wanna cum. Wanna cum on your cock. Want you to cum in me.” 

His entire body flares at your words, but he keeps up his bruising pace and reaches around to press the vibe to your swollen clit. “Don’t worry, I’ll fill you up with everything I have, baby. You just gotta cum first.”

The latter part is easy. Already so sensitive and so full now, the vibrator makes easy work of you, forcing you up and over that ledge once again. Your pussy flutters around his length, holding on so hard it nearly forces him to still, but he pushes through. He turns the vibe off, letting you settle before he really starts pounding into you, so close to his own release.  

Your torso is slack, hips only held up by pure will and his hands that drag you along his cock like a ragdoll. A slurred string of praises to him, how good he feels, how good you feel drip out of your mouth like honey. You’re not even sure if he can really hear you, but you keep going until you feel him twitch inside of you and hold your ass flush to himself before strings of his cum splatter against your insides.

There’s so much filling you up, you feel hot, sticky drips trail down the inside of your thigh. Kuroo, a panting, flushed mess behind you, watches when he slips his softening cock out of you and his white cum slowly leaks from your still quivering entrance. 

Daze finally breaking, he reaches up and grabs some tissues beside your bed and gives you a rough clean-up before he does himself, throwing the messy tissue toward the small bin in the corner of your room. 

You let yourself fall to your stomach, lazily rolling over and pulling the blanket over your chin, motioning for him to get under as well. He complies, with a small, goofy grin, and snuggles close to you, wrapping his arms around your waist to hoist you closer. 

“Good?” He asks quietly. 

“Very good.” You grin, taking his face in your hands to push his stray hairs out of his eyes before you press a kiss to his forehead. 

[fiveisnumber1]

Good Morning - A Timeless Side Piece

The world felt warm as Five opened his eyes, bright light surrounding him. It wasn’t unusual for him to try and appreciate the little things given all he had gone through. It was these moments of calm that made everything a little better. Looking to his right he saw you beside him, resting in peace as you always did. A smile on your face as you existed in the tranquility of the moment. Five reached his hand out and placed it to your cheek taking in the image of you. You were a dream to look at, so serene and beautiful. You were his favorite dream. Moving his thumb back and forth he gently stroked your cheek. Although, he tried to not wake you, your eyes opened and looked towards him. They were tired but even in their current state he loved the sight. Giving him a smile, you looked at your best friend, your dearest Five.

“How did you sleep mon cherí?” You question

“A little rough, my back hurts.” Five answers honestly

“Y’know you’ve been saying that for a while.” You reply back

It was true he had been saying that for a while but to him it wasn’t that big of an issue. Sure his back hurt, but so did that of most people. The human spine was an evolutionary success and an evolutionary failure as well. If anything it wasn’t what he was sleeping on it was just because spines sucked. Trying to reassure you in some way he stated,

“Well I can’t help it. What I’m sleeping on isn’t the best.”

“Well I’m doing fine on this,” you remind before suggesting “but you know you could always search for something better.”

“No, no. I don’t have the time. I have more important things to do anyway.” Five objected

Of course. He had more important things to do. He always had more important things to do. The boy was constantly doing research, reading books and gaining knowledge like there was no tomorrow. There was a tomorrow but he always needed to acquire more information now. After everything that had happened he consumed himself with research. And you as well. Maybe he was just trying to get his mind off of things. If he filled his time, maybe he would forget the regrets of his past. Trying to get him to slow down, you shook his shoulder as you commented,

“I swear you never take a break.”

“You say it like it’s a bad thing,” Five retorted “You know my research is important ma cherie,”

“Oh I know it is…” You replied sarcastically 

Five raised and eyebrow at you and an amused smirk came to his face. He knew you wished he would relax more but given everything it just wasn’t in him to relax. If he wasn’t go-go-going then what was he doing? Nothing useful that’s for sure. 

“Now what is that supposed to mean?” Five playfully scoffed

“Ohhhh nothingggg,” You replied before putting on a sincere tone, “but will you just rest with me a bit longer?”

“(Y/N), I have work to do.” Five reminded

Why did he always have to go? Could he not take a break for one day? Trying to get him to stay before he consumed himself with work again you put on a pout and begged, 

“Pleaseeeee, I’m not getting up anytime soon and don’t want to be alone.”

Five let out a small sigh. He knew that you were still going to rest while he was working but it couldn’t hurt to stay with you a little longer. Giving you a smile he replied,

“Oh fine. You know you’re the only one able to convince me to slow down,”

You smiled as you looked about the place. Turning your attention back to him you commented, 

“Well, right now it looks like I’m the only one around.”

“What an observation,” Five joked

“Don’t be rude.” You exclaimed making his arm

Five let out a small laugh as he stared at you. You were his raison d'etre. Everything he does was for you. Five brushed a little bit of hair from your face as he continued to admire you. Raising a curious eyebrow you asked,

“What are you looking at?”

“You of course.” He answered, his gaze unwavering “Am I not allowed to admire you?”

“You can,” You smiled, “But why?”

“If I don’t do it now, then when?” Five responded

“Whenever you want, silly.” You remark

“Well that’s easier said than done.” He explained, moving his hands to your waist and holding you tighter

As he held you, Five looked off to the side. Things started feeling warmer. Uncomfortably warm. As he brought one of his hands up to wipe sweat away from his forehead her saw red. His eyes went wide at the sight of blood. Looking down he saw hole going through you as you bled out.

“(Y/N)…”

You looked down at the massive wound before looking back up to Five. The smile on your face had all disappeared and the color of your skin started to fade as the life drained from your eyes.

“(Y/N), please.” Five begged holding you tighter

“It’s time to get back to work Five.” You whispered remorsefully

The bright light became brighter and brighter as you started to fade away.

“(Y/N)!” Five yelled as he shot upright

His eyes now wide open as he took in his surroundings. The flames of the scorched earth around him continued to burn on. Ash still falling from the sky as it had done for the past ten years. The cold ground of rocks and dirt below him. He had been dreaming again. But dreams were just dreams. The reality of his world was nothing like the one in his mind. As the continual flames of the earth raged on Five got up. You were right, it was time to get back to work if he was ever going to get back to you.

Fun tip: Try reading the story again to see how the perspective has changed!

[tulsa-trash]

Book Swap

Request: could you do a modern!pony x reader imagine where you're both in 9th grade and meet at the library, and one day you finally have the guts to ask for his number, so you guys start texting and then you start crushing on him and then you have to figure out how to tell him, so u ask two-bit and johnny for advice

WARNING(S): N/A

You sighed deeply as you began to reread the same sentence in your book for what felt like the twentieth time. It seemed as though you were reading but not even comprehending the words. To be fair, it was impossible to get lost in a book when a familiar cute boy was sitting a table over from you.

Ponyboy Curtis. How does one even begin to describe the amazing human you had the honor of being within five feet of? Unlike most guys in high school, Pony was something special. He was kind and very smart, you knew this because you have English with him. You've never seen someone so into a class before, he also appeared to have an interest in literature, like you. The both of you were nothing but mere acquaintances, and you secretly wished you could change that.

It didn't help that you found him absolutely dreamy. His brown hair was always a little messy, but it still managed to make him even cuter. You always feel your heart skip a beat whenever your eyes would meet his sparkling green ones in the hallways. You'd smile whenever you'd see him laughing with his friends, it showed off his dimples that sunk into his cheeks. Ponyboy Curtis was the boy of your dreams, and the young man was completely oblivious.

Your phone vibrated on the desk you were sitting at. Glancing up from your book, you seen that it was a text from one of your friends. After placing your bookmark in between the pages you unlocked your phone.

Evie: So? Did you talk to him yet?

You rolled your eyes after reading the message, your fingers quickly tapped at the screen as you typed your response.

Y/N: No obviously not. Now leave me alone.

Kathy: Girl go for it! He's a nice kid you said so yourself.

Y/N: Uh nope. Much rather stare at him from afar and not make a fool of myself attempting to talk to him.

Kathy: Well if you don't not only will I embarrass you in front of lover boy, everyone in this library will see me screaming at you and we'll both probably get kicked out.

Y/N: Wait what? How do you know I'm at the library?? Are you here right now???

Kathy: Look over at the fantasy section you nerd. You being you I obviously knew where YOU would be on a Saturday afternoon.

You looked up, eyes widening in shock as you saw your friend hiding behind a bookshelf watching you with a sly grin.

Kathy: Make a move now or I'm coming over there.

With already shaking hands you put your phone in your pocket and grabbed your book. You sent Kathy a pleading look, but all she did was shake her head and point towards Ponyboy violently. Taking in a deep breath, you got up. The chair scraped against the floor, creating a loud noise which made at least five people look up at you... including him.

"Oh god." You mumbled under your breath.

In your peripheral vision you could see Ponyboy's gaze return to his book, taking that as your cue to move you slowly crept to his table. You had made it to the chair directly across from him, he was so caught up in his book he didn't even notice your presence. You smiled softly, his eyebrows were furrowed in concentration while his eyes scanned the pages back and forth. You awkwardly cleared your throat, not too loud to disturb others but just enough for him to tear his attention from his book to notice you.

"Oh, hey." Ponyboy said, "Can I help you with somethin'?"

"Um..." Jesus this was going to be way harder than you thought. "W-Would you mind if I sat with ya?"

"Not at all. Go ahead." He sent you a friendly smile as he gestured to the chair you were at.

His smile. Your legs already feel like jello, you could've sworn you were going to collapse right then in there.

"Y/N, right?" He asked as you sat down.

"That's me. And you're Ponyboy."

"Yep, couldn't forget a name like that if you tried." He joked.

You giggled as you opened your book, Ponyboy returned to his. Curiosity got the better of you when you looked back up to see what he was reading.

"Gone With the Wind." You read aloud.

"Have you read it before?" He asked.

You shook your head, "I haven't, but I've heard only good things about it. I saw the movie about a year ago and thought it was great."

"The book is amazing!" He gushed, only to be shushed by the librarian walking by. "This is my fifth time reading it." He told you in a more hushed tone.

You snickered, "Must be really great."

"What ya got there?"

You lifted up your book from the table to reveal the cover to him, his bright eyes scanned the cover.

"The Boy in Striped Pajamas?"

"I know the title seems a bit odd, but trust me this is a good read." You told him, "This being my third time reading it."

"Well what's it about?" He asked.

You went on to tell him about your book, and he went on to tell you all about his. The both of you began to talk about anything and everything, you were beyond happy that things were going well. You were having so much fun you completely forgot about Kathy spying on you, before either of you could realize it two hours had gone by.

You peaked at your phone and cursed under your breath, the lock screen had a reminder that your shift at work was starting in less than thirty minutes.

"I really hate to end this... but I gotta go." You said.

"That sucks." He said disappointedly.

You couldn't help feeling a little giddy inside to see that he was upset you were leaving. While you got up and gathered your things, you remembered that you wanted to get his phone number badly. You just had to figure out a way to get it without making things awkward.

"Hey, Pone?"

He hummed in response.

"What do ya say we swap books... and numbers? Thats only if you want to. I just figured since we read them already and it was cool talk--"

"I'd like that." He stopped your rambling, only to send you a warm smile while doing so.

You blushed as the both of you swapped phones to put in each others information along with handing each other your books. With a final wave goodbye you left the library, your best friend of course followed after you. She interrogated you with thousands of questions and the both of you walked to work, you gladly answered them all in an almost dazed state. You felt as if you were walking on air for the rest of the day, and you couldn't wait to text him later on.

-

Two weeks had gone by, and let's just say those two weeks have been the best ones of your life. You and Ponyboy had been texting every single day. At first you just talked about each other's books, but then your conversations started evolve to anything and everything. You knew you had liked him before, but your feelings for him have grown drastically. It was beginning to get unbearable holding in how you truly felt, and you weren't sure if you wanted to tell him.

The fear of rejection was one of the main reasons why you've been thinking of just repressing your feelings. Sure, he seemed to like you, but it felt as though he only liked you simply as a friend. Another reason being you were afraid that it would ruin things between the both of you. You had finally become good friends, the last thing you wanted was for everything to end up being awkward all because of you and your silly crush.

After a lot of thinking you decided you needed some advice, and by advice you mean advice thats not only from Kathy. She keeps telling you to go for it, but she doesn't really know Ponyboy well. That's why you got the idea to ask one of his buddies on their opinion. Luckily Pony invited you to watch him and his friends play football. You ceased the opportunity, not only would you be able to watch the boy of your dreams get all sweaty and tuff looking, you could also get one of his friends alone to talk about how you felt.

It was a warm, Sunday morning in Tulsa. The sun was high in the sky and beat down harshly on the group of boys tackling each other in the giant field. You sat under a tree with a notebook in your lap, a cool breeze would rush by every now and then, cooling you off the slightest. You doodled randomness on the blank pages, sketching pictures and honing your writing skills. Every now and then you would glance up and watch the game for a few, sometimes cheering the boys on or laughing when they began to goof off and wrestle each other on the ground.

There was a particular drawing you found yourself enthralled in, as the pencil in your hand smoothly ran across the paper you found yourself sketching a picture of Ponyboy's face. You were so focused you didn't even notice someone come over and take a seat right beside you.

"Nice drawin' you got there." A quiet voice spoke.

You quickly slammed the notebook closed and snapped you head to the right, it was Ponyboy's best friend, Johnny. A tiny smirk was tugging at his lips as he looked at you with one eyebrow raised.

"T-Thanks." You stuttered nervously.

"You like him, huh?" He asked you.

You stood silent as you played with the grass below you, pulling it from the Earth and rubbing it between your fingers. Your gaze was straight ahead watching the game, you were afraid to meet Johnny's gaze that was burning holes into the side of your head.

"Yes..." You hesitated a bit, "I do."

"Does he know?"

"No!" You said hopelessly, "And I'm not sure if I even want him to know."

"Why not?"

"Because he probably doesn't feel the same..." You trailed off.

"Hey now, ya never know." Johnny said.

"What are you two kiddies doin' over here?" A loud voice bellowed.

It was none other than Two-Bit, he staggered over to the both of you before plopping down to your left. He was breathing heavily, sweat dripping down his forehead and trickling down his neck.

"You tryin' to make moves on Pony's girl or somethin', John?" Two asked playfully.

Your heart fluttered, 'Pony's girl.'

"No way, man. Trust me." Johnny chuckled.

"Pony's girl?" You repeated to him questioningly.

"Oh yeah! I see the way y'all look at each other I ain't blind."

You let Two's words sink in, was it that obvious that you liked him? He even said that Pony looks at you a certain way as well. Maybe there was a chance he shared your feelings after all.

"You think he likes me or somethin'?" You asked casually.

"Oh I don't think, I know."

You smiled softly, butterflies erupting in your stomach. In the back of your mind you worried that you were getting your hopes up a little too high, but you couldn't help it.

"I like him too." You admitted.

Two-Bit scoffed, "Tell me somethin' I don't know."

"Well... what should I do?"

"Tell him." Two replied.

"I agree." Johnny piped up.

Both nerves and excitement began to bubble up inside you as you got up and gathered your things.

"Where are you off to?" Johnny asked as you began to jog away from them.

"Gotta head home. Tell Ponyboy I'm sorry I had to leave but I'll text him later!"

"See ya later lover girl!" Two-Bit hollered after you while preceding to make kissing noises.

You laughed to yourself and shook your head, "Idiot."

-

Y/N: Whats up Pone-bone?

Ponyboy: Nothing much lil lady, and yourself?

Y/N: Same. Btw sorry for leaving so soon today, had some things to do.

Ponyboy: It's alright.

Hey what were you, Johnny and Two talking about? They didn't try to tease you or nothin right?

Y/N: Nooo ofc not they were just chattin

But thats actually what I wanted to talk to you about...

Ponyboy: Well... Go on then

Y/N: Okay I'm just gonna say it

I like you

like a lot

Ponyboy: As a friend or?

Y/N: No silly, like more than friends...

Ponyboy: Wait actually?

Y/N: Yes Pony

Ponyboy: Seriously??

Y/N: OMG YES!!

I LIKE YOU A LOT!

... im sorry if it weirds you out

Ponyboy: NO! NO IT DOESN'T.

SORRY

... Just wanted to make sure this isn't a prank or whatever.

But in all seriousness yes, I like you a whole lot.

Y/N: Are you sure?

Ponyboy: Positive doll

Do you wanna grab some milkshakes at the Dingo next weekend?

Y/N: Are you asking me out onna date Curtis?

Ponyboy: Yes, I am ;)

Y/N: Well I would love to :)

[vnderoos]

how did it end up like this? ✷ george weasley

(gif is not mine, credit to the owner) warnings / language, underage drinking word count / 13.1k

masterlist in bio ↴

THE ATMOSPHERE OF THE GREAT HALL that morning was nothing short of pleasant as Y/N walked through the large doors, her eyes flickering over the smiling faces of the other students. Part of her was happy that something as simple as a quidditch match was enough to get the whole school excited, but the other part of her thought the day couldn't move on any faster. She just wanted to watch Gryffindor hand Ravenclaw their asses on a shiny, silver platter, and there was no doubt in her mind that she'd get to witness it later.

In fact, she was sporting her red and gold sweater to prove it. It wasn't any old quidditch sweater, though. It was one that Molly Weasley had made for her last summer when she broke her arm after Ginny and the boys tried to teach her how to play, deciding she looked better rooting for them on the sidelines instead. She remembered how Molly had been hesitant to present it to her—like a sweater made from the woman's own hands wasn't all she had wanted after seeing the ones she'd made for Fred and George. I thought you could wear it when you cheer on our boys, she'd said, knowing how close the girl was with her twin sons, and Y/N would never forget the beaming smile on her face when she nearly cried at the sight of it. She had worn that sweater with unbeatable pride ever since.

When Y/N approached the Gryffindor table, Harry, Ron, Ginny, and the twins were all wearing their team sweaters and she couldn't help but grin as she slipped onto the bench beside George. "Lovely day so far, isn't it?" she hummed as she sidled up to the boy, her thigh and shoulder pressing into his own, and despite the flip of her stomach and the fluttering of her heart, she blamed it on wanting to be closer to the group as a whole. A few of their eyes flitted to her as she settled in and soft greetings filtered from their mouths at her presence.

George was, by far, the happiest to see her. A dreamy smile spread across his lips as he looked at her, his little heart pattering when her first instinct was to invade his personal space. He didn't mind in the slightest, of course, and to prove it, he slipped his arm behind her and grabbed her hand. "I reckon it'll get better after the match," he replied, totally oblivious, in true Weasley fashion, to the way her cheeks flushed as she intertwined her fingers with his. The gesture was so normal for them that he barely thought anything of it and none of their friends seemed to question it, either.

Fred, who might've looked like his twin save for the shape of his nose and a couple of scars in random places, seemed a lot more invested in the game. "Yeah," he agreed confidently, crossing his arms on the tabletop. "'M sure the Ravenclaws'll soil themselves after we whip 'em on the pitch," he added, a crooked smile settled on his lips and Y/N couldn't help but laugh. "And someone's going to catch the snitch for us tonight, too, eh, Harry?" The older twin jutted his chin out towards the boy, whose dark eyebrows lifted slightly at his name.

Harry's green eyes darted between Y/N and Fred, before he nodded his head. "Oh, yeah, yeah," he said, his expression flickering from surprised to something more certain—more confident. "Cho is a great seeker, but I'm afraid I'm a bit better," he joked, a smile playing on his lips and Ginny scoffed from beside him, throwing a lock of her bright red hair over her shoulder.

"Bit cocky this morning, are we?" Ginny asked teasingly and Y/N could see the way that Harry's pale cheeks prickled with pink. Fred let out a loud laugh. She glanced over at George who fought a small chuckle and she couldn't help but do the same when she realized they had the same thought. She tilted her head down to hide her amusement as George's thumb brushed over the back of her hand, wondering how two people could be so oblivious.

Ron, on the other hand, didn't seem quite as enthused at their exchange as everybody else. "Don't think anyone asked your input," he muttered, his mouth filled with half of his biscuit, and a couple of crumbs fell from his lips as he spoke. Y/N's eyebrows lifted as they fell on the tabletop and she opened her mouth to make a quip about it, but the moment passed and Hermione took it upon herself to swat Ron in the arm. "Ow, what was that—"

In the middle of his moaning, Hermione cut him off with a sharp look. "She's your sister. Be nice, Ronald," she instructed in a motherly tone, before letting her eyes settle on his mouth. It was dusted in pieces of his biscuit and she shook her head at him in disappointment, but annoyance soon took over. "And where are your manners?" she chided.

"Yeah, Ronald. You're lucky mum's not her to wack you with the dishrag, but from the looks of it, you might get a book to the head instead," Ginny piped up again, referring to the dog-earred novel that sat next to Hermione's plate of food, and the group erupted into laughter. Y/N threw her head against George's shoulder, laughing into him, and she could feel the rumble of his chest as he let out his own chortles.

Even Hermione was giggling, but Ron got so flustered, even his ears turned pink. "Oh, shut it, Ginevra," he whined, after swallowing his foot for once. "I hope you fall off your broom during the game," he told her and Ginny hadn't been too far off, because Hermione picked up her book and gave him a good smack in the shoulder. His head whipped to the girl beside him and he gave her an offended look, lifting his hand to rub his shoulder, before he looked at Y/N. "The abuse I get from this one. George is lucky that you're so passive," he muttered and she nearly felt her heart stop in her chest.

The breath felt like it'd gotten sucked right out of her lungs and her eyes widened. She looked over at George when she couldn't find the words to speak for herself and she found his cheeks nearly as red as Ron's had been before. "What's that supposed to mean, Ronnykins?" he asked, making a halfhearted attempt at a silly nickname to keep the mood light and it only partially worked.

Either way, it had bought Y/N enough time to get over her initial shock of the question. "George and I are friends, of course, he's lucky," she hummed. "But you and 'Mione are what, exactly?" she asked, taking pleasure in the way that she directed the spotlight to him instead, and Ron seemed to sink into himself. Y/N and George laughed after that, but he couldn't help but let her words bobble around in his head.

Friends.

—

Sometimes, it was a little scary how good Fred Weasley was at predicting the outcome of quidditch games. It was like the game ran in his blood, and considering how he and George played on the field, maybe it did. He was the sole reason why a Gryffindor win never came as a surprise to Y/N, and this one was no different. When Harry had disappeared beneath the bleachers with Cho Chang, in a race for the snitch, the crowd had fallen silent, waiting with bated breath.

She knew it was impossible, but she liked to think that every time Harry's fingers wrapped around that winged ball, she could feel it in her very soul. When he'd flown out from underneath one of the Ravenclaw stands waving his fist in the air and flashes of gold streaked through his glove, she wasn't the least bit surprised. In fact, she called it instinct.

With Gryffindor already in the lead and the snitch in Harry's fingers, the win was official. Y/N could feel it radiating through her body, chills spreading through her limbs, and through the rest of their house, triumphant uproar filling her ears as soon as the game was called to a close.

Merlin, she loved quidditch. Especially that part, where the whole school would watch in suspense, and then when the snitch was caught, it would be absolute chaos.

As a cheer ripped itself from Y/N's own lungs, loud enough to make her throat raw, and her eyes surveyed the team on their victory lap, looking for her favorite troublemaker, she figured that maybe she just liked the chaos. She stood up on her seat when she spotted his flash of red hair beside his brother, identifying him by the hook in his nose, and she knew he'd seen her when he lifted his hand in a wave. She grinned back at him, flailing her arm in the air, and when he and Fred made their way to her side of the pitch, they shouted her name in passing. She just laughed and shook her head as they flew by.

Y/N took it upon herself to meet the team down on the bottom of the pitch after they'd landed and everyone else had dispersed, heading back to their common rooms to either wallow in the loss or, in Gryffindor's case, relish in that fantastic win.

Harry was the first one she saw when she stepped onto the grassy field, his dark hair matted to his sweaty forehead and his green eyes glittering with the satisfaction of securing the win, and she let out a squeak when they locked eyes. So worked up with pride for her house and her beautifully athletic friends, she couldn't keep herself from skipping up to him excitedly. "Harry," she said firmly, clapping him on the shoulders while he looked at her with a smile. "You, my friend," she paused, pointing a finger at his chest, "are bloody brilliant," she said, lifting that same hand to tweak his nose and he laughed.

Ron, who was standing only a couple of feet away, made his way over, a small laugh spilling from his lips, and Ginny wasn't far behind. "You know, if you weren't so clumsy, I bet you'd make a great captain, Y/N/N," the redhead teased and her eyes darted over to him. His fingers were wrapped around the handle of his broom and he was so sweaty, his robes were clinging to his skin.

Y/N broke out into a smile at the keeper. "Yeah, well, I think we all remember what happened over summer," she said and Ginny chuckled from the side. "See?" She jutted her thumb over towards the girl and locked their elbows together.

Ginny looked over at her with a small shrug. "S'okay. I think we'd all crash and burn if we didn't have you cheering us on every match, anyways," she said, earning nods of agreement from the boys and Y/N rolled her eyes.

"Oh, whatever." She patted Ginny's hand with her own, before she took a look around. "Anyone seen the boys?" she asked, her eyes flitting back to the three and Harry nodded towards them. Fred and George were off to the side a couple of feet, talking with Katie Bell and Angelina Johnson. Fred's broom was propped against his side and his hands were stretched out in front of him, a smile wide on his face as he spun up one of his stories. Y/N let out a huff of amusement. "Well, I'm gonna go congratulate them on the win, but you guys did amazing," she said, sliding her arm out of Ginny's and letting her eyes bounce off of all of them. "See you later." And with that, and a couple of quiet goodbyes, she was off towards the twins.

Y/N could see Angelina smile and nod at her as she ran excitedly towards the group and George spun around to meet her eyes. His red hair was damp with sweat, tucked behind his ears to keep it from falling into his eyes, and his skin glistened with the glow of a good game. She adored post-match George, he was prettier than usual. "Hello, darling," he hummed, making her heart melt in her chest, and he held his arms out to her. "Come to gush over us, have you?" he teased, but she hardly even registered it as she threw her arms around his shoulders. George wasn't even fazed by the impact—as this was something she did after every match, win or lose—and he lifted her up off of the ground, giving her waist a good squeeze before he set her back on her feet.

"Oh, I absolutely did," she said, pulling out of his arms so she could look at the other three, but he managed to keep an arm around her waist. "You all did so good, I'm so proud," she hummed. "You two and Alicia were marvelous. I mean, those last few scores were beautiful," she said, making the girls all bashful. "And Fred—" she started, but George couldn't help but look down at Y/N as she praised them all, warmth spreading through his chest at the way her eyes sparkled when she talked about the game, her words fading out for him.

Y/N was no different than she usually was after they'd won, but he often forgot how endearing she was when she rambled on about something she was passionate about. George curled his fingers slightly and brushed the tips along her side softly, watching her curiously as she went through their plays. Part of him hated that they were so close, because it made the frequent urges to kiss her to much harder to ignore. She was with him all the time and it was all he thought about anymore, even though he knew that just one peck might ruin everything. He was so certain that she thought of him as nothing more than a best friend that he kept it to himself.

Well, himself and Fred.

It was so bad sometimes that Fred would have to smack him to draw him back to reality.

George's train of thought came to a screeching halt when Y/N turned towards him. She always saved him for last, which he didn't mind. In fact, it made him feel more special, because she'd focus all her attention on him, then, and he'd get to walk her back to the common room. "And George—bloody hell—when you saved Alicia from that bludger, I nearly lost my voice. That was so badass," she said.

He could feel his stomach swirling with joy and his cheeks heating up at her words, and he caught Fred wiggling his eyebrows from over Y/N's head. That git, he thought to himself, but he kept his smile for her. "You think?" he asked and she nodded her head quickly. "Well, since we've all got something to celebrate, then," he paused, looking at Fred and the girls with a mischievous grin, "I propose we break out a bit of the Ogden's," he suggested.

Y/N looked up at him with a gaze that made his insides turn to mush. "I would be thoroughly disappointed if you didn't," she hummed, glancing between him and his brother.

Fred laughed, running a hand through his sweaty hair. "Well, that settles it," he said.

—

Hermione watched Y/N throw yet another sweater on her bed, as if she hadn't already emptied her entire trunk onto her mattress, and she let out a sigh. She was already dressed, but Y/N seemed to be having a hard time picking out her own outfit. "Why don't you just wear that green sweater? Not very suiting for a Gryffindor win, but you know George loves you in anything," she stated, walking over to the girl's bed and lifting up a forest green, cable-knitted sweater.

Y/N shot her an incredulous look, still leaning halfway into her trunk, and her lips parted slightly. "What in Godric's name would George have to do with my outfit?" she asked, even though they both knew good and well that she wanted to look nice for the younger twin. It was too bad that she had a hard time admitting it to herself, let alone her friends. Maybe it was because she usually felt like a lost cause with him. She was so far up friendship's ass with George, she really didn't see any hope of climbing out.

"Fine," Hermione sighed, folding the sweater neatly and setting it back on the bed with the rest of Y/N's bunched up clothing. "You're probably going to get hot with the fire and that alcohol in your system, so," she paused, letting her eyes dart from one piece of clothing to another, until she picked out the perfect outfit, "how about you try this on? If you don't like it, we can default to the sweater," she suggested, holding up a pair of ripped, boyfriend jeans and a dark red tank top with lacy detailing. "You could wear it with your sneakers, too, so you're still comfortable," she added.

Y/N got up off of her knees and took in the outfit. She'd always been to self-conscious to throw it on without a shirt underneath or a cardigan, but what was better than wearing it in the comforts of her own common room, where everyone was about to get too plastered to care, anyways? She took the clothes from Hermione, running her fingers over the fabric and she glanced up at the girl. She knew she would probably regret the words that were about to come out of her mouth, but it wasn't like her feelings were ever that much a secret to anyone. "You reckon he'll like it?" she asked hesitantly.

A warm smile spread across Hermione's lips, feeling a bit honored that Y/N had trusted her with somewhat of a confession, and she nodded. "You'll look beautiful, Y/N/N. I'll wait for you on the stairs while you change, then, and we can walk in together, okay?" she asked and Y/N nodded.

Hermione turned to leave, but Y/N stopped her before she could, giving her wrist a gentle squeeze. "Thank you," she said. "I don't know what I'd do without you sometimes," she mumbled and the girl smiled.

"I know," she teased, walking out of the room with a wink and leaving Y/N to get dressed.

The second Hermione left her to her own devices, she cast a quick spell to tidy up her mess of clothes and drop them back in her trunk. After that was settled, she shimmied out of her game-day outfit and pulled on the one Hermione had chosen for her instead. She felt a lot more self-conscious than usual, after she'd been wearing a sweater all day, but she got over it quickly when she glanced in the mirror. She'd done her hair and makeup before she'd looked for an outfit, so she wouldn't have had to worry about it, and looking at herself, now, she knew she'd made a good choice.

A half-smile settled on her lips as she studied herself in the mirror, tucking a strand of her hair behind her ear, and she turned, looking over her shoulder to check how her backside looked in her jeans. The jeans were snug in all the right places and she couldn't help but hope that her favorite twin might notice, as well. "Oh, yes," she hummed to herself with satisfaction, before she walked over to her nightstand. She slipped a couple of gold rings onto her fingers and popped in a pair of hoops.

Once she was all finished, she made her way out of the room, only to find Hermione waiting on the top step, just like she'd said she'd be. "Bloody hell," Hermione muttered when Y/N made herself known, her lips parting slightly as she took in her outfit.

Y/N's eyebrows lifted at Hermione's reaction and she felt the sudden urge to fold in on herself. She glanced down at herself and brushed her hands over her exposed stomach. "How do I look?" she asked, a sheepish smile spreading across her face.

"Stupid," Hermione hummed and Y/N's eyes widened, "because you ever even worried. You look gorgeous," she complimented and the girl felt her cheeks flush. "C'mon, let's go show you off," she said, grabbing her hand and starting down the stairs.

Y/N could feel her heart hammering in her chest, sudden nervousness prickling underneath her skin, and she almost wanted to turn and hightail it back up that staircase, but she didn't. She let Hermione lead her into the common room, where all the other Gryffindors were already dispersed throughout, talking with their friends or on their way to making new ones. She felt her nerves dissolve when her eyes met George's across the room. He looked like he'd showered since the game, as the dirt and the sweat were long gone, leaving his hair all shiny and fluffy. She had to fight the urge to go over and thread her fingers through it when he smiled at her. She was about to tell Hermione she'd catch up with her later, before the girl pulled her hand away.

She looked at Y/N with bright eyes, glancing at Ron, Harry, and Ginny, who were immersed in conversation by the designated snack table. "I know you probably want to talk to George, but I still wondered if you'd be mad if I went with Ron and Harry?" she asked and Y/N was almost relieved that she'd beat her to the chase.

She shook her head quickly and gestured over to them. "No, not at all, 'Mione," she said, urging her over there. "I'm sure we'll merge with you guys sooner or later, so I'm not worried. Go get him," she finished with a wink, not missing the way that Hermione's cheeks flared. Her mutual feelings with Ron were anything but subtle, so she liked to tease the girl about it with every chance she got, but she knew they'd never act on it until they admitted it to themselves.

Once Hermione mumbled a goodbye and walked away, Y/N's eyes snapped back to George, who'd started making his way over to her as soon as Hermione left. She felt herself smile and she moved to meet him halfway, taking in his outfit as she did. He was wearing a sweater that his mom made for him, a navy one with the letter 'G' stitched in gold on the front, and a pair of jeans. It was simple, but something about it made her heart skip a beat when the distance had been closed between them.

George's free hand, the other occupied by a drink, came to wrap around her waist, pulling her closer to him by the small of her back, and he let out a loud wolf whistle. "Well, don't you look absolutely stunning tonight, darling," he complimented, making a show of brushing her hair out of her face to see her earrings and holding one of her hands up to check out her rings. Usually, he'd be more embarrassed about being so forward, but with the familiar buzz of firewhisky already tingling in his fingers, he didn't really care.

Especially not as Y/N's cheeks turned about as red as her top, and she leaned forward. She wrapped her arms around his torso and buried her face in his sweater, laughing softly in slight embarrassment. "Thank you, Georgie," she said, looking up at him once she felt her cheeks lighten up, and he smiled down at her. "You don't look too shabby yourself," she complimented, plucking at his sweater as she pulled away, and she watched a crooked smile curve onto his lips.

"What d'you mean, Y/N/N?" George hummed teasingly, patting his own cheek. "I always look devilishly handsome," he added and she rolled her eyes up at him. He took it as a win when she didn't explicitly deny it. He set one hand on her bicep and let it trail down to her wrist softly, while he emptied the contents of his cup into his mouth with the other. "Anyways, I'm gonna go refill. Did you want me to grab you a drink?" he asked, and she nodded.

"Sure, I'll wait for you over there," she hummed, pointing to the wall on the other side of the room where George had come from before. Angelina and some of the other chasers were gathered in front of it, as beautiful as ever, and Y/N figured she might say hello.

George nodded at her request. "Be right back," he told her, giving her hand a squeeze, before he slipped away. She found herself missing their close proximity as soon as he left, taking the warmth of his body with him, and she half-wondered if she should just follow him to the drink table. She didn't want to give anyone any ideas about them, though, so she stuck with her original plan and made her way over to the fireplace, where Katie, Alicia, and Angelina were all huddled together.

Alicia was the first to notice her, a bright smile stretching across her pretty, pink mouth, and she tucked a tuft of her chocolate hair behind her ear. "Well, well, well," she hummed, her brown eyes scanning the length of Y/N's body, and she stepped towards her with her hand on her hip. "Somebody looks hot," she drew on with a grin, reaching out to welcome her with a side hug.

Y/N could feel her face get warm again at the comment, as she wasn't used to such attention, and she returned the side hug. "Says you," she retaliated, taking in the black tube top and red, leather skirt that Alicia sported herself. She took in the girl's dark eye makeup and glossy lips, and if she wasn't so into George, she might've had some questions for herself. "You're a total smoke show," she said and the brunette laughed. She pulled away from Alicia and her eyes landed on Katie, in her maroon jumpsuit, and Angelina, with her sparkly, gold, minidress. "Good Godric, you all are," she corrected herself, a beaming smile gracing her face when she took in how pretty her friends were.

"Thank you, Your Hotness," Alicia slurred, her cheeks a little pink from the Ogden's and it finally clicked why she seemed so forward. Y/N laughed and crossed her arms over her chest. "I was disappointed that I didn't get to see you after the game, but I heard ol' George whisked you away," she teased, waggling her eyebrows and eliciting yet another giggle from the girl.

Angelina threw her arm over Y/N's shoulder and leaned into her, while Katie did the same to Alicia. She braced herself against her shoulder, tipping her drink to her lips before speaking. "Yeah, speaking of your little boytoy," Angelina hummed, making Katie almost snort. "Honestly, I don't understand how he's more than three feet away from you, right now, you look so good," she said.

Y/N couldn't help from glancing over her shoulder at that, looking at the refreshment table for George, but she couldn't seem to find him, so she turned back. "Well, he was supposed to be getting me a drink, but I feel like he's taking a bit long," she said, her heart sinking slightly. Sometimes she liked or when they poked fun at her about her relationship with George, because if people noticed, maybe that meant he felt something for her, too. Times like now, though, where she felt like it was impossible for him to look at her as anything other than a sister, not so much. "Plus, it's not really like that between George and I, you know? We're good friends is all," she added, ignoring the way it almost hurt her to admit it.

None of the girls seemed to buy into that, though. Especially not Katie. "Not like that, my arse, Y/N/N," she said. "Friends don't look at each other the way you two do. I mean, the both of you are so clueless, it hurts," she continued, putting her hand over her heart and letting her head lull back as she let out an exaggerated groan.

Alicia nodded, seconding Katie's words. "Honestly. Plus, friends aren't all over each other the way you two are, either," she said. "I mean, I think it might kill him to go a day without holding your hand, or brushing your hair behind your ear, or touching you," she explained and Y/N felt queasy all of the sudden.

They were right. Normal friends didn't look at each other or touch each other in the ways that Y/N and George did, but they weren't just normal friends. They were best friends. George was her moon and stars at this point and she would never, ever hesitate to give him the world if he'd asked it of her, but what happened between them—every glance, every touch, every word—was strictly platonic.

Right?

Y/N didn't have time to respond before a familiar voice piped up from behind her. "Hey, ladies," Fred, she found when she looked over her shoulder, sing-songed as he made his way over to them. His eyes were focused mainly on Angelina, a soft smirk playing on his lips as he drank her in, before he let his eyes flicker between them all. "Mind if I steal our lovely little Y/N away for a bit? I've got matters to discuss with her," he said, winking at Angelina when they locked eyes again, and he watched the girl remove her arm from around Y/N.

"Just bring her back in one piece. We know you've got a habit for blowing things up," Angelina teased.

She nudged Y/N in Fred's direction and he donned a look of mock offense. "I'd never hurt a hair on her pretty head," he said, before letting a grin stretch out onto his lips. Y/N rolled her eyes at his theatrics and stepped closer to him, nodding at him in a silent way of saying she was ready. "Bye, Angie." He flicked his eyebrows at her in farewell, waiting for her to give him a flirty wave off, before he followed Y/N.

She stopped when they were out of the girls' earshots and she rested her back against the wall, crossing her arms over her chest as she looked over at Fred. "Am I in trouble, Freddie?" she asked in a teasing tone.

Fred looked down as her words pulled a quiet chuckle from his mouth. He placed his forearm on the wall above their heads as he settled in next her, leaning against it so he could just face her instead of leaning his back on the wall like she was. "Well, dear Y/N, that depends on how you look at it," he told her and she raised her eyebrows in question. He leaned forward as if to be more secretive. "I'm sure you'd be happy to know Georgie's not taken his eyes off of you since you walked in," he explained in a whisper, and she felt her cheeks turn pink.

Fred pulled away as she blushed, laughing to himself. She lifted one of her hands to her cheek, feeling how warm it was beneath her fingertips. "Shut up, you git. That was mean," she tried to hiss, but a laugh ultimately bubbled out of her lips.

He shrugged his shoulders and took a drink from his cup, his signature smirk still lingering on his face. "I wasn't teasing you that time, but whether you believe me or not is up to you. I wanted to talk to you about something else, anyways," he said, moving on from the topic of his brother. He took his hand off the wall and he shifted his weight, something near to nerves settling in his stomach. "Look, I'm sure you've picked up on how I feel about Angelina, yeah?" he asked.

"No." Y/N pretended to look surprised, letting her jaw drop as she let out a dramatic gasp. She got her bit of fun out of the way before Fred shot her a look and she cut it out. "I have," she admitted, on a more serious note, with a small shrug.

He nodded once. "Well, I wanted to make a move tonight and I think you should be the one to help me."

Y/N furrowed her eyebrows at that, tucking her hands into her back pockets. "And how do you want me to do that?" She asked and Fred's face lit up as he explained his plan. "Well, you'll have to get me a drink or two first."

"That, I can manage," he hummed, already holding the rest of his out for her.

—

George had just finished pouring himself and Y/N new cups of firewhisky when a group of other Gryffindors rushed to the table for the same reason. Feeling almost lucky that he'd finished when he did, he lifted their cups up off of the tabletop and maneuvered himself around them. His eyes trailed along the wall where she said she'd be at, making sure he could pick her out in the crowd, and his heart nearly fluttered out of his chest when he did.

Y/N was standing in front of the fireplace and she looked enchanting, even with Angelina Johnson hanging off of her shoulder. Her hair fell in pin straight sheets over her bare shoulders and the fire behind her created an outline of golden light behind her. If George had been any drunker, he might've mistaken her for an angel, honestly. He watched her mouth break out into a smile, a laugh that he couldn't hear from so far away bubbling from her lips, and he was about to make his way over to her, when Lee Jordan stepped in front of him.

"Georgie, my man," Lee said, beaming as he held up two shot glasses filled with a clear liquid. "Let's knock back a quick one," he suggested, holding one of them out to the redhead.

George was almost disappointed by his offer, letting out a sigh. He'd only talked to Y/N for a minute or two before he'd left her earlier, and right now, he was more focused on getting back to her than getting sloshed. "Lee, I'm sorry, but I was just about to—" he cut himself off when his eyes flickered back to Y/N and she wasn't there anymore. His eyebrows furrowed quickly, wondering where she'd gone so quickly, before his eyes wandered further down the wall and his stomach dropped. Her back was leaned against the wall while Fred, his own brother, stood next to her with his hand propped over their heads. He was whispering something in her ear, and George just knew he wouldn't like it when he saw how pink her cheeks got. Hot jealousy bubbled up inside of his chest and his eyes flickered back to Lee. "You know what, yeah. Let's do it," he hummed, repositioning the cups so he was holding them by the rims in one hand.

"That's what I'm talking about," Lee grinned and he held up one of the shot glasses, which George took more than eagerly, now. "On three?" he questioned and George nodded. "Right. One. Two," he counted, but in the place of 'three', he and George threw back their shots and swallowed them.

The liquid was bitter as it trailed down George's throat, but he knew the taste of vodka well enough to not ask Lee what it was. He'd had it so many times, he'd hardly flinched, either. "Here, Lee. Thanks," he hummed, passing the boy his glass back, and Lee nodded. George was about to excuse himself and walk over to Fred and Y/N. What he'd say, he wasn't really sure, but he didn't get the chance to think about it before his thoughts were interrupted.

"Alright, alright," a familiar, feminine voice shouted at the top of their lungs, quieting the entire common room in a matter of seconds. His eyes flickered to the center of the room where his very own Y/N stood on top of a table, with a drink he hadn't seen her with before and her hands held up in the air. He wanted to be angry at her, for talking with his brother over him, but she wasn't with him, now, so maybe he'd just chalk it up to bad timing on his end. She looked really beautiful, though, with her cheeks flushed because all the attention had shifted to her and her hair tied back in a low pony tail, something she'd probably done when he took his shot. "Who's up for some spin the bottle?" she yelled, before the common room erupted into roars.

George laughed to himself and he started towards her.

Things were about to get interesting.

-

At this point in the evening, the Gryffindor common room and everyone in it had been divided into two groups: those who were going to play spin the bottle, and those who wanted to keep partying on their own. Y/N, George, and all of their friends—with a couple of others sprinkled into the mix—had gathered on the half of the room intent on participating, all sat on the carpet in a tight circle. Everyone's knees were brushing against each other, all their cheeks flushed pink from the firewhisky, and excited smiles sat on all of their faces. "I'm going to assume that everyone knows how to play," Fred said as he placed an empty bottle of Ogden's Old in the center of the circle, having taken it upon himself to lead the pack after Y/N pretended the entire thing was her idea. Why he couldn't have just suggested it himself was beyond her.

George—who sat on the opposite side of the circle from Y/N, much to his dismay—chuckled and he leaned back onto the palms of his hands. "I'm sure if they don't, they'll pick it up quick," he hummed, and murmurs of agreement spread around the circle. The rules of the game were simple, really. Someone would the chain and spin the bottle, share a kiss with whoever it landed on, and then, the person they kissed would spin the bottle and the cycle would continue. As he waited for Fred to reclaim his spot in the circle, he knew exactly who he wanted his bottle to land on, but he wouldn't admit it for anything. "Who's first, then?" he asked, his eyes flitting around everyone, and his eyes locked with Y/N's for a moment. His heart melted when she flushed him that kind smile of hers and he managed one back.

Y/N couldn't help but be slightly disappointed that George had never returned with her drink earlier, as that meant her time with him had been cut short. She'd been hoping Fred's game might've changed that, but when she'd ended up sitting across from him, her hopes had dwindled. They still weren't too high, because the odds of her spin landing on him were about one in thirteen.

"I think Y/N/N should be the first to go, since this was her idea," Fred chimed from her left. He was lucky that Dean and Neville were positioned between the two of them or she probably would've punched him on the leg. Since she couldn't reach him from where she was sitting, she settled for a glare instead. He only smiled all-but-innocently in return. She had an inkling that this wasn't just about him and Angelina, after all.

Seamus, who was seated on her right, nodded. "It only seems fair, yeah?" he seconded. If only Y/N had known him better, because she wanted to punch him, too.

When the rest of the Gryffindors came to the same decision, Y/N sighed, deciding to give in. "Fine, if you all insist," she said and she reached up to tuck her framing strands of hair behind her ears. She leaned forward and reached into the middle of the circle, trying her hardest not to just stare straight up at George like she was dying to do, and she gave the bottle a good whirl. The second she did, her heart felt like it might jump out of her chest, but when she straightened up again, she tried to keep her cool. Part of her wanted for the bottle to land on George, so she could get the thought of kissing him out of her head, finally, but the other part of her prayed it didn't.

Who knew what a kiss could do to a friendship like theirs?

The group fell silent when the bottle started to slow down and Y/N knew that she wasn't the only one holding her breath. It wasn't until the neck passed George and land on Harry, who sat a few people down from him, did she feel like she could breathe again. Relief washed over her at the fact that whatever she had with George was preserved for a little bit longer, and also because she wouldn't have to kiss anyone too eager.

Harry was the happy medium: cute, respectful, and uncomplicated.

A couple of their friends oohed at the outcome and Y/N couldn't help but grin at the green-eyed boy. "Fancy a peck, Potter?" she asked, ignoring the feeling of George's eyes on her, and she watched as Harry nodded. The corners of his mouth were pulled up in an amused smile and he pushed his glasses further up the bridge of his nose. Y/N stood up and made her way over to him, before leaning down. She placed her hands on either sides of the Chosen One's face. She quirked her eyebrows up as if to ask if he was ready and he nodded once in response. With that, she pressed a small kiss to his lips. It was short, sweet, and she laughed softly when it was over. "We good?" she questioned, pulling her hands away.

Harry laughed. "We're brilliant," he hummed, before Y/N returned to her spot. He was next to spin the bottle. George hardly even registered it when Harry kissed Alicia next, as he still felt nauseous from watching Y/N kiss someone else. He knew that it was just a silly game amongst friends and that he really had no say in who she kissed or didn't kiss, but it didn't change the fact that it bothered him a little. Y/N, on the other hand, couldn't help but smile when Alicia spun next and wound up kissing Neville. The look on his round face after she'd sat back down beside Ron was just adorable. She swore that girl had left him with stars in his eyes. It was even more precious when Neville's turn landed him a kiss with Hermione.

It was less cute, though, when Hermione spin the bottle and it stopped right on George. The smile that Y/N had been sporting seemed to fall right off of her face, dropping to her feet, along with her stomach. Hermione glanced over at her and smiled awkwardly, knitting her eyebrows together in a way that showed her guilt, but Y/N waved it off. It was just a game. Even so, Y/N wouldn't deny the relief she felt when Hermione chose to kiss him on the cheek, instead.

When it was George's turn to step up, all eyes were on him, including Y/N's. Her mouth felt dry as she watched him from across the circle, his long fingers grabbing the empty bottle, and she swallowed thickly when his eyes flickered to hers. His lips quirked up in a half-smile and he winked at her as he twirled the bottle. She watched in anticipation as it circled around, choosing its next victim, and she was already preparing herself to watch George kiss someone like Alicia when the bottle stopped on the last person she expected.

Her.

Y/N's eyes widened, locked on that glass bottle, and the entire circle either laughed, cheered, or wolf-whistled. No fucking way, she thought to herself as her eyes snapped up to meet George's, which were blown just as wide. This was exactly the kind of opportunity that she'd been waiting for for years, now, but she felt sick to her stomach about it. She had it tangled in her thoughts that this singular moment would make or break them. She took a deep breath as George stood up, reminding herself that it was just a game, but either way, she knew she couldn't have her first kiss with him sitting down. She stood up, too, making her way to the center of the circle and meeting him halfway, her cheeks hot under the feeling of all eyes on her. She wished she'd had more to drink.

Something about George seemed off when she stepped in front of him. He wasn't passed around the school or anything, but she was aware enough to know he'd kissed girls before, but he seemed different, now. He didn't seem to know where to put his hands like he usually did and he swallowed thickly, his Adam's apple bobbing as he did. "We don't have to do this if it makes you uncomfortable," he said to her, his eyes searching her own for anything that could give him an out.

It wasn't like he didn't want to kiss Y/N, because Merlin, did he, but after mulling it over in his head for months on end, he didn't want to throw their first one away in a drunken state. He'd always pictured it special, maybe on a day when he finally got the courage to take her to Hogsmeade. He'd take her to a bookstore, because he knew how much she liked to read, and he'd tell her how beautiful she looked when she could take her eyes off the shelves, and when she got all flustered, he'd lean in and kiss her softly. He'd had it all planned out. He'd been mistaken earlier, he figured, when he'd thought that he wanted his turn to be with Y/N, because now that it was, he was regretting joining this game entirely.

Y/N looked up at him with those big eyes that made his insides bubble and she furrowed her eyebrows up at him. "It doesn't make me uncomfortable," she promised, and to prove it, she reached out and placed her hands on either side of his neck, letting her thumbs rest on his cheeks. He resisted the urge to lean into her touch. "So, you ready to kiss me, Weasley?" she questioned, her words betraying her thoughts, and she flashed him a grin.

All of her hopefulness that, maybe, the kiss wouldn't ruin everything, broke away when George hesitated, shaking his head softly. Her smile faltered and her chest clenched. "Not really," he confessed, pouring salt in the wound.

Ouch. She forced a small laugh, ignoring the way a feeling of hurt splintered through her body. and she tilted her head up at him. "It's just a game, right? It doesn't have to mean anything," she said, hoping to coax him into something quick, because it'd be much more embarrassing if he refused to kiss her in front of all of their friends, who were so adamant on the fact that they were in love with each other. It was pretty far-fetched and awfully one-sided, apparently.

Unbeknownst to her, George was screaming at himself inside his head. He knew it was just a game, he knew it didn't have to mean anything, but bloody hell, he wanted it to. He wanted it to mean something. Y/N wasn't the kind of girl you could just kiss and forget about it. If he kissed her he'd be thinking about it until his hair turned gray. "No, Y/N/N, it doesn't feel right," he whispered, hoping she would pick up on the emotion in his voice, but he knew he'd been asking too much when he saw the look that flashed across her face. He felt awful.

So did she, but for entirely different reasons. "Why?" she whispered, tears pricking in the back of her eyes, but she swallowed the knot in her throat, because how she knew how embarrassing it would be if she cried and he didn't kiss her. "Is it just me?" she asked, her mind suddenly racing. "Is there something wrong with me, I—"

She started in on a ramble and George didn't like where it was headed, because it wasn't her. There was absolutely nothing wrong with her, it was just him. It was all in his head. He shook his head at her quickly to cut her off. "No, no, I just—" He sighed. "I don't want it like this," he confessed, a bit louder than he intended to and Y/N's eyes widened.

"What?"

George would've given anything to just stop the game at that point. He was digging a hole for himself that was gonna be real hard to climb out of. "No, I just meant—" Fucking hell. "I—"

He couldn't even finish. Y/N's hands were starting to pull themselves off of his face slightly, her fingertips the only parts of her touching him, now. Honestly, she thought she might be sick. "George, what does that mean?" she asked, not sure if he'd confirmed what everyone had been saying about them all along or if it was just freakishly bad wording.

Too bad he didn't help much with figuring it out. Instead, George shook his head at her. "It doesn't mean anything," he said. "Let's just get on with it."

Before she had a chance to say anything else, George slipped his hand over her cheek, sliding his fingertips into her hair, and he crashed his lips onto hers. When she felt the warmth of his mouth, she almost felt the world stop turning on its axis, and her hands travelled down to his chest, balling up around the fabric of his sweater as she kissed him back. Y/N's heart was soaring as George tilted her head, finding it easier to kiss her at an angle so their noses weren't brushing together. George kissed her with all the passion he could muster up, his stomach flipping as he did, because if this was going to be the first and last time he kissed her, he needed it to be good. He needed to leave her mind reeling.

A couple more seconds passed, before he forced himself to pull away. It took everything in her to keep from pulling him back in for another; their kiss had lasted the longest, anyways. She managed a small smile up at him, which he struggled to return, before they both walked back to their spots on opposite sides of the circle.

Y/N could hardly breathe as she replayed the kiss over in her head again, choosing to pass her next turn to Ginny, because the girl hadn't gone yet and she didn't think she could stomach another kiss with anyone, especially not after the one she'd just had with George. Her heart was still hammering in her ears and she felt like she was floating, still feeling the ghost of his hands in her hair, and even though she'd denied it for so long, she couldn't anymore. She was absolutely in love with that boy.

But when his earlier words settled in, she snapped out of her trance.

It doesn't mean anything.

Had he meant the kiss?

George wasn't doing much better on his side of the circle. In fact, he almost faked an illness to get out of the next round, knowing he'd be absolutely crushed if he had to watch her kiss someone else after that. The relief he'd felt when she passed it off to Ginny was insane. He didn't know where his relationship with Y/N would go from there, though. It was clear to him now that he was head over heels for her—he always had been, really—but the fact that he still couldn't get her off of his mind after a kiss just set it all in stone. He glanced up at her from across the group, his heart stuttering in his chest when he found her already looking. She flashed him that pretty smile and he panicked, averting her gaze, and he almost wanted to smack himself.

Merlin, he didn't know how he was ever gonna face her again when all he could think about was her lips.

—

When Y/N woke up the next morning, she didn't know what she expected the day would bring, but it certainly wasn't Fred sitting in the seat beside hers in Transfiguration. She had walked into the room, ready to smile at George and start talking about their mornings like they usually did, but she felt a bit nervous when she saw that he'd switched places with his brother instead. George was on the other side of the classroom, partnered with Lee Jordan for the day. He watched her as she came in, but before she could even wave, he looked away.

She furrowed her eyebrows, ignoring the sinking feeling in her stomach, as she walked up to her desk, earning a close-mouthed smile from Fred as she sat her bags down. "Morning. How's the head?" he asked, tapping his index finger to the side of his head and she let out a huff of amusement.

Y/N took her seat next to him and she rested her elbow on the tabletop. "Fine, I didn't drink enough for a hangover," she told him and he nodded once, flicking his quill and watching it circle around his ink pot mindlessly. "Not that complaining, but how come you're not in your normal seat today?" she asked, glancing over at George. He was already looking at her from across the room, his lips set in a slight frown, and she tried to smile at him, but his eyes flickered to his paper before she got the chance. What was with him this morning?

Fred swallowed. "Not sure," he said, though she got the feeling that he was holding back on her. "He said he and Lee were talking last night and it felt like they haven't seen each other in a bit. Wanted to trade for the day," he elaborated and she nodded.

For her sake, she hoped that what he was saying was true, but as they progressed through the day and George had switched his seat in all of the classes they had together, her hopes were dwindling. It was weird not having him there to make her laugh when the lectures got too serious, but Fred was a close second for the time being. He was just as skilled in the art of comedic relief, but he was a lot less dedicated to his assignments than George was. He would nudge Y/N with his knee and ask her for the answer so often, she finally just angled her parchment towards him.

It wasn't to say that she hadn't enjoyed her time with the oldest twin, but by the end of the day, she was more than ready to be back with George the next morning.

It was just her luck, though, that she wound up with Fred the next day, too.

And the next.

And the entire next week, actually.

It wasn't until Y/N was sitting in the library with Hermione and Ginny that she decided that she'd had enough of it. "I just don't understand what his deal is. Like we kissed, I was there, but there's no need for him to keep tiptoeing around me, you know?" she ranted, tearing her eyes away from her open textbook and leaning back in her chair. "I mean, he barely looked at me after it happened and he's barely looked at me since, and I feel weird. It just doesn't feel right to not be next to him all the time," she continued, tucking a strand of her hair behind her ear and letting out a sigh. "Anyways, what was the question again?" she asked, after taking in Hermione's amused smile and Ginny's look of disgust.

"It was just about the Summoning Charm, but I think we need to wait on it," Hermione answered through a small laugh. "I thought you said you didn't mind the time away from him," she hummed, dipping her quill back into her ink pot.

Y/N let out a sigh and she crossed her arms over her chest. "Well, I didn't, when I thought it was for a day," she explained, her mind trailing back to that first moment of truth in Transfiguration. "He wanted to spend time with Lee and I knew it would've been selfish to act like I was his only friend, so I was fine with it, but now, he's not treating me like I'm his friend at all," she continued, emotion churning in her stomach at the fact that she hadn't spoken to him in a week and a half. Every time she tried, he just walked away before she got to him or made up an excuse to leave. She'd be lying if she said she wasn't the least bit hurt by it.

"No offense, but what made you think you'd just go back to being friends after that night?" Ginny asked, sticking a ribbon in her textbook to mark the page and flipping it shut. The girl leaned forward, resting her chin in the palm of her hand.

Her eyes widened at the question. "I mean, it was a only a kiss."

Ginny shot her a look. "You're a right liar," she singsonged, a smirk playing on her lips, and she glanced at Hermione, who wore a similar smile. "I think you forget we were there, too. Witnessed the whole thing, actually," she said, scrunching her nose up a bit as she did, and Hermione let out a laugh. "I was a bit worried you'd rip his jumper off in front of us, if I'm being honest," she teased.

Y/N felt her face go hot and her jaw dropped. "I would not have ripped his—"

She was cut off when Ginny shot up in her seat. "Look at your face!" she whisper-yelled, in order to keep Madam Pince's attention off of them, and she pointed her finger. Her cheeks only darkened at that. "You're mad if you think your kiss was friendly. It was the most heated one in that whole game." Maybe there was a bit of truth to her words, because as she recalled, the kisses following were nothing but light-hearted pecks.

"She's got a point," Hermione joined in. "You've been in love with each other for years. I just know you poured months worth of feelings into that kiss," she said.

Y/N could feel her heart fluttering inside of her chest as they spoke and she replayed her kiss with George inside of her head. The way she'd grabbed onto his sweater and pulled him closer to her, the way his hands had been tangled in her hair, the way her toes had curled, and the way her stomach had done summersaults made so much more sense now. He'd kissed her with so much emotion, so much passion, and she'd kissed him back with equal need, just wanting him to know how much she loved him without saying the words, but maybe that's why it was bothering her so much to be apart from him now.

Because he hadn't picked up on it.

"Well, you've seen him," she said. "He's kissed girls before, so what makes me any different? Plus, he's a passionate person, maybe that's all it was," she protested, the feeling that she'd fucked everything up still swimming in her bloodstream.

The girls shot her a look. "You're different because he cares about you," Hermione said, her tone softer now. Y/N looked down at her words, her head spinning slightly as she wondered whether or not it was true, and the young witch placed a hand on top of hers. "You don't see the way he looks at you when you're not paying attention, or how he talks about you when you're not around. He's so taken with you," she explained.

Y/N wanted nothing more than to believe her, but she'd wanted this—wanted him—for so long that it seemed too good to be true. She looked up from her hand, ready to rebut her words, but Ginny stepped in before she could. "If only you could see him on holiday when you're at your parents'. Absolutely hopeless, that one," she explained, but she couldn't help the small smile tugging at her lips. "'Y/N loves this', 'Y/N would like that', and 'I wish Y/N was here'. Oh, and I can't forget my favorite: 'Where's the owl, I've got to write to Y/N', while he's barreling over Ron and Percy in the kitchen. It's quite funny," she explained.

Y/N's heart pattered quickly and she felt a little breathless as Ginny talked about how George was at home. "He does all that?" she asked quietly, chills spreading through her body.

Ginny nodded. "Mum can't wait until you two get together. She's dying to have another girl in the family," she explained, and Y/N couldn't help but smile. She was starting to think that even though George had always felt so far out of her reach...

Maybe he wasn't.

—

George and his possible feelings for her had stayed on Y/N's mind through the rest of her study session with the girls, and as she'd sat in the dining hall that night for dinner, she still hadn't been able to get him out of her head. She'd picked at her food with her golden fork absentmindedly, rolling a potato back and forth across her plate, and she'd barely eaten anything by the time everyone was heading back to their common rooms.

"I was thinking we'd get Snape again," Fred said as he walked with her back to the Gryffindor tower, talking to her about who he planned to slime next. She loved the guy, really, but she'd spent almost all of her time with him in the last week and a half. She'd sat with him in all of their classes, hung out with him during their free period, and he'd even taken to eating all three meals of the day with her. She knew that he was just trying to help, to take her mind off of his brother for the time being, but with the whole identical twin thing, it really just made her miss George even more.

Fred was great, but he wasn't the same. Fred wouldn't hug her so tight that all of her doubts would dissolve in thin air, or keep a protective arm around her at all times, or kiss her forehead. He wouldn't sneak into her dorm for a late night chat on her mattress, or talk about what his future would be like with her, or make her feel special like George did.

In fact, she was quite sure that Fred didn't even know her favorite color.

Y/N could still hear Fred talking, rambling on about his strategy to set up his bucket in a place where Snape walked through frequently, but she was hardly listening. She was too busy wrapped up in her thoughts, wondering why George had just completely shut her out. In the beginning, he would at least send her a longing glance or two, but now she got nothing.

It just didn't make sense, especially not after what Ginny had told her earlier.

"Does George love me?" she asked all of the sudden, the words leaving her lips before she truly had the chance to process them, and she cut Fred off mid sentence.

He nearly tripped over his own two feet, before he looked over at her and laughed softly. "Does George, my idiot brother, love you, the girl he spends all his bloody time with?" he asked, making pointing gestures with his hands and furrowing his eyebrows slightly. She nodded at him, pressing her lips into a thin line. "Are you blind? 'Course he loves you," he assured her like it was the most obvious thing in the world, and it could've been, honestly. He was a bit surprised that she'd even asked at all, but then again, he forgot how clueless she was on her own.

Y/N let out a sigh at Fred's answer, because it wasn't worded the way she'd wanted it to be, not that she knew what that was, but it just didn't satisfy her. "No," she groaned, running a frustrated hand through her hair as they walked. "I mean, is he in love with me?" she asked, looking over at him with pleading eyes.

Fred shot her a look, before he nodded once. "Yeah," he hummed with no hesitation and she felt her heart rate pick up. "I know what you meant," he elaborated, and she blinked at him, forcing her gaze to where they were walking again

"Really?" she asked quietly, almost breathlessly, and Fred nodded again. "Ginny wasn't lying?"

"Guess not," the redhead hummed, scratching the back of his neck. "I mean, everyone knows. We've known you two were mad for each other for a while now. I've got bets on when you're getting together," he confessed, a teasing tone laced in his voice, and her eyes widened. Had she really had him this whole time? She wanted to hang her head against the wall for being so oblivious. If she had known sooner, she might've done something about it.

It might've been too late, now, though.

She'd gone and muddied everything up.

Y/N swallowed thickly. "If that's true, why's he been ignoring me lately?" she asked.

Fred looked over at her with tender eyes and a small smile. He'd been expecting her to ask that for a while now, but it was about time. "Look," he started as they started up the stairs in the corridor. "George isn't so strong and courageous like me, you know," he started, not seriously, but it still made her roll her eyes. "He's nervous and soft-hearted, which I'm sure you've picked up on." She definitely had. He was definitely a gentler force than Fred, like a soft rain to his brother's thunderstorm. "He gets his feelings hurt easier, he overthinks things, and he's so very oblivious, love. Sometimes you just need to tell him what's on your mind straight up," he said as he led her up to the portrait of the Fat Lady. He muttered the password to her and she swung open for them. "This is one of those times."

She wasn't really sure what Fred had meant by all of that. All she'd done was kiss George in the midst of a stupid, teenage game, she didn't understand how she might've hurt his feelings or made him feel like she didn't want to be around him, because that was all she wanted. All the time, too. She nodded her head, regardless, and followed the boy through the portrait hole. "So, what am I supposed to do?" she asked as they walked further into the common room. She was about to get her answer from Fred when someone slammed a book shut. Her eyes flickered to the couch in front of the fireplace where George seemed to have been studying.

George had been there all night, waiting for her to come back from dinner. He'd decided that morning that he was sick of wallowing in his thoughts about what had happened all those days ago and he missed talking to her, missed being with her. It'd been painful for him to watch her spend all of her time with his brother instead of him, like it should've been, especially when they'd looked so cozy together at the party, but as he watched them walk in together, her cheeks just as pink as they had been that night, irrational anger spread through his body.

He'd closed his textbook loudly and stood up, no longer in the mood to speak to her, or Fred, for that matter.

Y/N's eyebrows furrowed and her lips parted as George stormed past in a fit of anger, her protests lost on her tongue, and she swiveled back towards Fred. She'd never seen George like that, and she wanted to call after him, but she couldn't find the words so quickly, and she didn't want to just abandon Fred, but—

He cut her thoughts short with a nod towards the portrait hole as George disappeared through it. "Go. Tell him how you feel," he encouraged her, sending a sudden wave of confidence through her body. It spread through her nerves and left goosebumps in its wake, and she nodded.

Y/N flashed Fred a small smile, before she took off after George.

—

Y/N wasn't quite sure how George had gotten so far in such little time—she'd chalk it up to his long legs, maybe—but when she found him, he was pacing back and forth in an empty corridor a few floors beneath the tower, carding his fingers through his red hair as he immersed himself in his thoughts. He hardly even noticed she was there until she stepped a bit closer to him. "What the hell is your problem, George Weasley?" she started, the confidence that had been building up when she'd come after him having turned into pent-up annoyance.

His eyes shot up from the floor and he rolled his eyes when he registered that it was her. "You know what?" he asked breathlessly, more to himself than her, and he let out a bitter laugh. "You're my bloody problem, Y/N," he snapped and it was like a lash from a whip.

She flinched at his words, feeling the sting despite the distance between them, and all of that fire she'd had a moment ago dissipated. In all of the time that she'd known him, he had never spoken to her like that, even when he was angry at her, he'd never called her the problem. He'd never jabbed at her like that. Her eyebrows furrowed and her chest clenched as she looked at him, his face contorted in exasperation. "I'm your problem?" she asked, her surprise masking the hurt. "I don't even know what I did to you," she continued, acutely aware of how hard her heart was racing and how knotted up her stomach felt.

George wasn't doing much better. He was quick to shove the sleeves of his uniform up to his elbows in frustration, bringing his hands to his tie and loosening it up, because he felt so warm all of the sudden. He knew he was being stupid and overreacting at something that probably wasn't even happening, but he'd planted this seed in his own head at the party and he couldn't get it out. He'd made a mistake switching seats with Fred that day, because seeing his twin make her laugh like he did stung. It was like he'd provided her with his own bloody replacement. He hated it.

It wasn't her fault that Fred inevitably became everyone's favorite after some measure of time, but he figured that for Y/N, maybe it'd been the couple of years she'd favored George. "I haven't stopped thinking about it, Y/N, okay?" he blurted, running his hands up his face and through his hair, and he could see the look of blatant confusion on her face. She was about to open her mouth and ask him what he meant, but he beat her to it. "The kiss," he explained, "because I felt something and I thought you did, too, but then, I'd see you with Fred and I wouldn't know what to tell myself," he confessed and it made her head spin.

Y/N's eyes widened at his words and she practically gaped at him. "Wait, Fred?" she asked, almost wondering if she'd heard him right, because she hadn't even realized that Fred was a factor in this. George nodded once and she sputtered out a laugh in disbelief. "Hold on, what makes you think Fred—"

"You've been ignoring me for him for days!"

Oh, he did not.

She reeled back in disbelief, steadying herself against the side of the corridor. "Me?" she repeated, pointing to her chest. "Don't you dare try to put this on me when it was your idea to swap places with him in the first place! You've been avoiding me, you idiot," she yelled, her voice echoing through the hallway, and she would've been surprised that Filch hadn't dragged them away if she wasn't so worked up.

"How is it all my fault when you've barely reached out?" George retaliated, taking a few steps closer to her, and she wanted to pull her hair out.

"I'm not going to waste my time chasing after someone who can't stand to be near me," she explained, "And I didn't know how you expected me to fix this between us, okay?" she said, her voice cracking over the question and she sighed. She tilted her chin up so she could blink back tears, refusing to give him the satisfaction of seeing her cry. "I'm sorry, George," she added, all the anger in her voice having fallen away. She didn't want to fight with him anymore, she just wanted things to go back to normal, and if that meant taking the blame for the entire situation, then so be it.

George felt his heart sink at that, his eyebrows knitting together. "Wait, so you do want to be with Fred?" he asked, the volume having lowered in his voice. She shot him a look of disgust, quickly shutting down his theory about his brother. "For what, then? Kissing me? I don't understand," he continued, his stomach twisting as he spoke, because he hoped it wasn't that, either.

Y/N pushed herself off of the wall slightly, reaching out to take one of his hands in hers. Her heart took flight inside of her chest at the feeling, as it was the first time she'd touched him in what felt like forever. "What? No, I'll never be sorry for kissing you, it's just," she paused, glancing down at the space between his shoes and hers, "Ginny told me you loved me and I just— I was going to try George, I swear, but then you freaked and ran out and—" she cut herself off, pulling her hand back from his and shoving it into her hair. "I should've tried harder, I guess, and maybe—"

George hardly heard anything after he'd heard that Ginny ratted him out. With wide eyes, he couldn't help but ask, "She told you?" His throat moved as he swallowed thickly. "Godric, I'm gonna—"

"No, it's a good thing," she said quickly, pulling her hand out of her hair and holding it out in front of her almost defensively. "I'm just sorry for being so bloody clueless and too worried that you wouldn't feel the same way I did to not tell you," she confessed, and George pinched his arm behind his back to make sure he wasn't dreaming (he wasn't). "And if you're still worried about Fred, I don't care about him, okay?" she blurted, before she realized how it sounded, and her eyes widened. She covered her mouth briefly. "Okay, I do, but not like I care about you, I mean, Fred isn't even an option. Merlin, nobody else is even an option, because it's you, George. I..." she trailed off, staring up at him in search of any sign that she shouldn't say it, that she shouldn't tell him, but all she found was a look of anticipation, and she couldn't help but smile. "I love you," she whispered, tears prickling in the spaces behind her eyes, and she reached out to grab the hem of his sweater.

George didn't say anything immediately, or even for the next minute. He just took a step forward and looked at her, his mouth opening and closing like a fish until he figured out what he wanted to say. "So, that's it, then?" he hummed after a while and she nodded. "You love me?" She nodded again and he smiled slightly, his heart feeling like it might explode. "I reckon I still need you to prove it," he whispered, taking another step closer to her and forcing her to take one backwards, her shoulders pressing against the wall.

She couldn't help but shake her head up at him as he slid one of his arms around her waist, her hands reaching up to cup his cheeks. His skin was warm in her palms and he leaned into her touch, his eyelids fluttering shut, and she brushed her thumbs over a spray of freckles. "I really do love you, Georgie," she whispered and his breath hitched in his throat. With that, Y/N pulled him down to press a kiss against his mouth and this kiss was less eager than the last. There was no question that this wouldn't be their final kiss together, so there was no rush.

George's lips were soft and his kiss was slow, and sweet, drawing her in with every peck. He leaned her back against the wall softly, tilting his head as his mouth slanted over her own, and he braced his arm on the wall above her. After he let her slide her fingers into his hair and thread them through it for a bit, he pulled away gently, his brown eyes staring into her own, and he smiled.

"I love you, too, darling."

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author's note / this was a long one, but i think it was worth it. tag list in the comments! :)

[yuujism]

Sun and Night. (gojo satoru x reader)

Chapter 4: Love.

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| PAIRINGS: gojo satoru x gn!reader ; mentions of getou suguru x reader x gojo satoru

| WARNINGS: angst, a lil bit of hurt/no comfort, suggestive language, toxic behaviour, toxic coping mechanism, just really toxic, more angst, grammar errors, mentions of unrequited love, straight up angst

| WORD COUNT: idk lol i’ll count later

| A/N: well! this story is about to end in the next chapter and i actually like writing it but the ending uh... idk maybe some of y’all won’t like the ending bc it will probably hurt a lot... or maybe not!! also this chapter mostly looks into both satoru and the reader’s feelings but who knows lol i like ambiguity!! i hope you like it and enjoy !!

summary;

You and Satoru were in love.

You were so deeply in love, just not with each other.

Where you and Satoru found comfort in each other after the accident happened.

There was nothing.

A blink of an eye.

A shattering moment.

And the sound of your name.

There was nothing but regret when Satoru did the unthinkable, anxiety filling his body as the only thing he deemed important to hide from you was suddenly out there for your ears to hear, surprise adorning your face as your chest rised up an down with heavy breathing.

A few seconds passed, seconds that felt like hours as your eyes, open wide and cold, connected with the eyes of the man who was on top of you, the dim moonlight hitting the side of his face glistening with sweat. Nothing could’ve prepared you for what just happened, not even the familiar sensation of Satoru still inside of you.

Everything was broken now.

“I-I just...”

“I should leave.” you interrupted whatever Satoru had to say because, honestly, you didn’t want to hear it. You couldn’t hear it.

There was a brief moment of a last form of inimacy when he slipped out of you, an involuntary moan leaving both of your mouths before you could even stop it. It was an intimacy that felt awkward, like something that was suddenly thrown right into your face after months of ignoring it, and you didn’t want anything but to escape this realisation.

Stupid. You were so stupid to even think this was a good idea for both you and Satoru.

As you gathered your clothes that were all over the floor, you couldn’t bring yourself to look at him behind you, but, God, the way his gaze was burning holes onto the back of your head made you feel light-headed with nervousness.

Words were left unspoken between the walls of the still steamy room as you walked out, a low ‘I’m sorry’ reaching Satoru’s ears in form of a whisper before the sound of a door closing left him all alone with his thoughts.

“I’m such an idiot!” Hands went to cover his face as his back landed on the mattress, ashamed of his own recklessness and careless behaviour. Why did you have to apologise? To him out of all people. He should be the one swallowing his pride and ask for forgiveness. He was the one who fucked up.

Satoru knew everything was ruined now. God, if only he could forget the look on your face when your name escaped his lips. It was obvious you were shocked, scared even. You both had unwritten rules that were not supposed to be broken nor discussed, one of them being that nothing was and never would be personal or emotional between the two parties.

This should’ve ended as soon as the memories of his best friend started being replaced with memories of you.

But it felt so good. It was wrong, but it felt so good.

He felt like the biggest scum of the earth as he found the same comfort Suguru made him feel between your arms, it almost felt like he was using you. But weren’t you doing the same? Wasn’t that the whole point of this? Those questions were easy to answer: yes. You were doing the same. This was nothing but pure selfishness from the two of you but, after all, one side was always more selfish.

You were smarter. You didn’t get blinded by your own heart like Satoru did, never losing the point of this sick arrangement as your mind kept being packed with images of a certain sorcerer with long, black hair. It almost seemed as if you never really saw Satoru as himself, and that made his heart ache with pain and anger.

Because, yes, Satoru hated you the same way he hated him: he didn’t.

Idiot.

You kept ignoring Satoru in the hallways, with the only difference that, this time, it wasn’t out of hatred or a sense of uninvolvement. No, nothing like that. You were completely avoiding him at all costs. Looking down at your feet as you walked past him, as if locking eyes with him would make you relive that night. Leaving in a hurry whenever he entered the same room as you, as if his mere presence burned you. Talking quickly about the student’s missions, as if wanting to spend as little time as possible close to his presence.

He was an idiot.

The encounters between you came to a stop since that slip up, and Satoru tried his best to not think about it. About you. Please, just don’t think at all. But he couldn’t. The pictures of your body, the melody of your voice calling out for more, the softness in your fingertips as you caressed his back. He needed you back to himself and he was willing to do anything. Anything. Even if that meant burying his feelings 6 feet under the surface.

Satoru felt sorry to the memory of his best friend, and disgusted with himself. He couldn’t believe the way he thought he was above you regarding the feelings towards Suguru, reaching the point to yell at you about how you didn’t love him. Oh, how wrong he was. How wrong he was for underestimating your feelings and your will to never budge with them.

You would budge for me, though, that’s what he thought.

That’s what he confidently hoped.

It wasn’t like the mere idea of developing feelings of Satoru didn’t cross your mind. It did. Countless of times, mostly during those nights where Satoru was away in a mission or when you just didn’t feel like seeing him. Those blue eyes invaded your mind from time to time. Too bright, too confident and too different.

You still remember vividly that quick flash of his gaze piercing through your soul as you both reached that sweet high the other night. At the same time. Together. And even if you wanted to ignore it, as you selfishly always did, you knew something shifted. Wether it was in you or Satoru, no power on earth would make you discuss the newfound sensations Satoru brought along with him.

Ignorance is bliss.

A sentence that stuck with you since the day Suguru’s fate was written, deciding to apply it at everything and anything that was related to the arrangement between you and Satoru. At the beginning, it was difficult.

Ignore his large, warm hands on your skin and the tingling sensation they left behind in a fiery trail and focus on him, his image. This wasn’t him, it would never be him. But it felt real. Ignore the way his breath hit the side of your neck the same way his did, throwing you back to almost forgotten memories of silly jokes and giggles. Ignore every single detail.

Ignore him.

Suddenly, you didn’t have to put much thought into it. It started feeling easy, automatic even. You no longer had to doubt yourself or your feelings, listening to your head rather than your heart. You were certain Satoru did the the same, he was selfish enough to not think about anyone but himself, walking forward without hesitation. He didn’t think of you: he was thinking of himself, Suguru and quick pleasure. Just like you.

You wished you could’ve noticed before it was too late.

Fate always conspired against you, you already knew it, and this moment was a clear example of that. That same warm hand that made you feel reach bliss during countless of night was now firmly wrapped around your wrists, stopping you in the middle of the hallway as you made your way to your next location. You knew it was him without having to turn around. His hot touch was already engraved into your mind before you could avoid it.

“Let’s talk” It certainly wasn’t a question, words slipping out of his mouth before you could even move your hand away or create an excuse to avoid this situation. “... Please...” Satoru almost choked at the plead, as if it was the hardest thing to say after ‘I’m sorry’. He wasn’t sure how he was going to do this if he couldn’t even ask properly.

Now, you had two options: run away or accept talking with him. You knew the simplest way was running away, never getting out of your comfort zone as you left Satoru behind with whatever he had to say. But somewhere deep within you told you to listen to him, to face your feelings and suck it up for once. Just this once.

A defeating sigh came out of you as you pulled your wrist away from his grip, turning around to face him. Blue fiery eyes were now tiredly yet hopefully looking at you, waiting for whichever answer you decided on. You gulped harshly, the forming knot on your throat becoming way too uncomfortable at the thought of someone walking into this scene.

“Alright. Let’s make this quick. Follow me.”

The walk to your office was silent and filled with an awkwardness that couldn’t be fixed. When the silence and cool breeze of the walls of your space hit the both of you, it was when everything became even more strange. Being alone with Satoru in a room wasn’t a new situation, however, there were some really raw feelings accompanying you this time as your eyes locked with each other, you leaning against your desk as he leaned against the wall.

You waited for him to speak first, scrutinising him under your gaze as he played with his dark glasses in one hand, as if he was bored. Your eye twitched in annoyance. Satoru must’ve sent your uneasiness, taking a deep breath before letting it out in a loud blow. He felt nervous for what he was about to say, even if he rehearsed it in his mind a million times, it seemed as if it just went flying through a window when he was under your observation.

More seconds passed with Satoru fidgeting around and you grew even more impatient.

Fuck it.

“Look, if you won’t say anything then—“

“I’m not sorry.”

What?

Your eyes opened wide with surprise and confusion, trying to find some type of amusement in Satoru’s expression just to choke a gasp when you didn’t find any. Out of everything you expected him to say, out of everything you expected him to do, you didn’t really expect him to basically be the usual cocky asshole with a god complex as those words slipped out of his mouth.

Unbelievable.

It was impossible to ignore the way your body was heating up with raw anger and annoyance. Not even after what happened that night was Satoru able to get out of his high horse.

“Are you serious right now?” Your question was empty, it didn’t need an actual answer because you already knew he was dead serious. The pain in the side of your head appeared and you inhaled deeply. Calm down. “Let me see if I understand: you brought me here—“

“Technically, I didn’t bring you here, you di—“

“Fuck, shut the hell up for once, please!” And he did. Satoru didn’t open his mouth to complain and you were grateful. Another deep breath. “That’s all you had to say to me? That you’re not sorry? Not sorry for what, Gojo?” You asked incredulously, looking for his eyes that were now showing shock at the use of his last name.

You waited for his answer. It seemed Satoru was an expert at letting the seconds slip away from both of your hands, but you were tired. You couldn’t be patient with Satoru anymore.

Letting out an annoyed snort at Satoru’s silence and lack of confrontation, you walked towards the door past his figure the seemed to be frozen on the spot. Your hand was inches away from

doorknob when the warm sensation of Satoru’s touch invaded your body again, heart quickly beating involuntarily and you cursed at yourself internally for that. And moments before you could even react, there was his voice again.

Your name.

Your head turned like a reflex, and you swore that, for a brief moment, you saw those sly dark eyes staring right at you instead of ice blue ones.

It wasn’t a sweet tone like you remembered him saying it, instead, your name coming past his lips sounded rougher, dangerous even, yet something was oddly familiar. His voice still held that adoration of that night, communicating a promise Satoru was going to keep.

And it scared you. Satoru’s possible adoration towards you scared you.

“I’m not sorry” Satoru repeated again, breathing getting stuck on his chest and you couldn’t help but notice the way his eyes filled with decisiveness. “I’m not sorry for actually looking at you that night.”

Your breath hitched. Stop.

“I’m not sorry for aching to be with you and feel you when you’re away from me.”

Please, stop. You were starting to feel dizzy. There was no way this was happening right now.

“I’m not sorry for thinking of you the same way I thought of him.”

What happened next was all a blur, emotions crawling up your body as adrenaline hearing what Satoru said after mentioning Suguru again. You just couldn’t bear it anymore.

You still remember the sound of your name being called behind you, desperation and fear filling his voice as your legs moved on their own towards nowhere in particular but far from that room. Far from him.

Escape. Don’t look back. Escape, escape, escape.

It wasn’t until you found yourself outside of your room that you became aware of time and your surroundings. You don’t know how much die you run for you to reach your own place, or how much did you just stand in the middle of a silent room with the ghosts of a rough voice and soft touches.

You crumbled down like you did the same day you saw Suguru for first time after his sentence.

The recent events kept coming to your mind in the form of sharp daggers, engraving the image of a fiery gaze that seemed firm on staying on your mind for as long as it wanted. You were exhausted, both physically and emotionally, and you wanted to escape once again.

That night, you fell asleep as the memory of a familiar scent drowned your mind along with the words that made your heart ache with an unknown feeling.

“I’m not sorry for loving you.”