#sorry fir the late list

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Prompt list will be up tomorrow <3 and we'll run a little into May

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Pinpricks

#FFF246 Pinprick

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Avatar: Legend of Korra

1036 words (oops)

After days away from Eboshi, Lin’s tension was making her clumsy. The takeout bag, her briefcase, and her key all felt huge and heavy. Both of them had been looking forward to an evening with no obligations, and they had intended to relax at Eboshi’s apartment. 

Lin was running late as usual. Adding insult to injury, her briefcase slipped from her fingers and dropped on her boot. 

It wasn’t the first time she was glad for her uniform boots protecting her from the heavy metal case Tenzin had given her for her promotion to captain. She took a moment to smooth out the scratch with her thumb. 

The case wasn’t worth repairing. 

With it on the floor where it fell, she twisted the key in the lock and opened the door. A quick glance told her that Eboshi wasn’t in the living room, which meant she was in her workshop. Lin sighed. Clearly, her evening wasn’t going to plan, either. 

At least she could bend off her armor and stash it in the chair by the door. The case floated inside from the hallway, landing with a loud thunk on the floor. 

“Lin?” came Eboshi’s voice. “Please stop knocking around out there. You nearly made me miss a stitch.” Lin’s mood deflated just a little more. 

This sigh carried her all the way to the kitchen, where she saw what had to be Eboshi’s bowl in the sink. 

“You ate already?” she called over her shoulder.

“I had to. Li Peng made a mess out of this commission and we are nearly out of time to finish. Leave me alone so I can work.”

The weight settled a little more heavily across her shoulders as she placed the bag on the table and removed the container with Eboshi’s arctic hen order. Once it was in the fridge, Lin reached out to call her briefcase to herself, and the chopsticks from the drawer.

She lifted her eyes to the window, but could only see the periodic flash of the R3 lighthouse on Yue Bay, a faraway pinprick of light. She shook herself and removed a communications plan for the upcoming Founders’ Day festival.

Some time later, Eboshi huffed in annoyance, yanking Lin’s chopsticks out from where she had stuck them in the container. “Lin, you know better than to stick your chopsticks in your noodles that way. It’s a good thing it’s only me to see you being rude.”

Lin’s attention shattered. She twisted up to look at Eboshi. “Rude? We had planned to listen to your radio show tonight and spend some time together. I brought that arctic hen order you like so much, but find out you had already eaten without waiting for me. I���m not the only one being rude.”

Eboshi flounced across the kitchen to pull out a glass and fill it with water. She drank it down without stopping for a breath. When she set it down in the sink, she continued in the same aggravated tone. “I would have called you, but you told me never to call you at work. Something about us both needing our privacy.” She whirled away, keeping her back to Lin before stomping her way back to her office.

Sighing yet again, Lin closed her paperwork and shoved it back inside the case. The food container joined its companion in the icebox, and Lin washed Eboshi’s bowl before replacing it in the spot she thought it belonged.

As much as it rankled her, she gave some consideration to trying to craft an apology.

I’m sorry for trying to consider your reputation.

I’m sorry for trying to protect you from the scrutiny I get all the time.

I’m sorry for trying to keep you safe from people who want to hurt me.

She bent over the sink and splashed water on her face. She leaned her elbows against the edge of the sink and held her face in her hands. A long list of colorful language ran through her mind until all she could say to herself was, “Spirits.”

A slow, measured breath helped her square her shoulders and rub her face. The towel had her dried off and presentable with just a quick swipe.

Lin rapped her fingertips gently against the door, the way Eboshi had demonstrated on their first visit to her apartment. “I know this seems absurd to you, but when I’m concentrating on my stitching, it can be catastrophic for me to have you jerk my attention away.” After knocking for almost a whole minute, Lin knew it was safe to enter.

An impressively bright array of lights lined the far wall, hanging above the plane of Eboshi’s work surface, but below her face. Lin had listened, torn between fascination and boredom as Eboshi had described her work area. She could admit to herself that it had been Eboshi’s sparkling interest that had truly won her over that evening.

Approaching from Eboshi’s left was always preferable, when possible. Lin would block the minimum amount of light, and not run the risk of jolting Eboshi’s sewing hand.

Tonight’s project was a gossamer-light hanfu. The pale lavender fabric was almost hard to see it was so thin.  The pattern Eboshi was embroidering along the hem was barely darker than the fabric itself. Lin tried to understand the folds she was looking at, but knew it was entirely outside her skillset.

It was just so beautiful that Lin found herself reaching for the fabric.

“Lady Wang asked me to finish this tonight to deliver tomorrow. You might even see who’s wearing it at that gala you told me you didn’t want to attend for the art museum. At least you’ll get to see it in its final form. I’m not going to be helping with the fitting in the morning.”

Lin had to use her eyes to convince herself she was actually touching the fabric because it barely registered on her stone-toughened fingertips.

But the pinprick of the needle made her jerk her hand back.

When she shook her hand in irritation, she couldn’t understand why Eboshi gasped.

Until she saw the bloodstain spread along the delicate weave.

get out get out get out get out 

[puppetsoftomorrow]

Legends of Tomorrow fir the fandom ask thing

whoops got this twice and its like a month late!! sorry! but here it is:

The first character I first fell in love with: definitly sara, i watched avalance clips before i watched legends and watching s1 was just falling in love with sara as a character. but when s3 came around seeing ava was so wonderful, like coming full circle lmao The character I never expected to love as much as I do now: honestly? john. that asshole won me over lmao The character everyone else loves that I don’t: ray, but i'm a nate girly and the world is divided into ray girlies and nate girlies. sorry bud. The character I love that everyone else hates: rip!! morally grey asshole my beloved <3 he should have been alive all along and returned in s8 and i will die on that hill The character I used to love but don’t any longer: don't think i have one?? The character I would totally smooch: no one i am Married lmao The character I’d want to be like: ava. i like her methodical approach to things. and her love of lists. The character I’d slap: rip. look i like his character but he's still a dick lmao A pairing that I love: avalance <3 they're vibing with their baby on a farm and i envy them A pairing that I despise: no one, i'm open to almost every ship lmao

thanks for the ask!!

[rebeltombraider]

Sorry for the Wall of Text but hey! List of Future Fics in the works? :D 

Okay so... I've been working on SO MANY stories for a while now (plot bunnies drag me around from one to the next, through new stories, while I still work slowly on my current Ao3 fics), but decided to post a little here about everything (story wise) that's been going on with the fics being mainly worked on! 

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Plot Bunnies Currently Making Me Their Bitch: 

MCU - No Title yet, but is going to be an absolute TITAN of a story and series spanning from around 2007 pre-Iron Man 1 to Secret Invasion, with a lot of changes and a lot of additions (including Timeline event changes, Infinity War being an actual 3 to 4 month long war instead of 24hrs, PIETRO SURVIVES without Clint and the kid dying, Ultron is gonna be a far more badass boss fight with a moment of Avengers going "...Why do I hear boss music?", a handful of characters are going to be added to spice things up) and so much more! OC is gonna be Nat's kid via Red Room science (made in a lab) which will go over more in the fic (also other DNA is Yelena's, however there will be ZERO Nat x Yelena here. it will be Platonic "this is my child so i will cut a bitch if anyone hurts them" sort of parental situation. Yelena tends to be Aro/Ace in my fics being written, majority of the time, though there is an idea for an Ace!Yelena and Kate fic i have in mind, but that's for another story) - (OC -intersex afab- x Wanda Maximoff, and a lot of background pairings) - Inspired by "Smells Like Teen Spirit" version by Malia J, "Set It All Free" sang by Scarlett Johansson, and "Can't Help Falling in Love" version by Haley Reinhart 

MCU - No Title Yet, a possible series of oneshots jumping around of Venom!NonBinary!Reader, Yelena Belova, and Kate Bishop platonic besties spreading some chaos and even possibly accidentally helping couples get together - (Background Wanda x Natasha, Pietro x Steve, Sam x Bucky, Tony x Pepper, Carol x Maria Rambeau, Peter Parker x MJ, Maria Hill x Sif, Thor x Jane) - Inspired by "Oath" by Cher Lloyd ft Becky G, "Born This Way" by Lady Gaga, and "Raise Your Glass" by P!nk 

MCU - Waking Wanda - a Dark started story intro that leads to OC being reborn as Wanda Maximoff (though doesn't get flashes of memories until a young child of around 5ish and it's only enough to sort of let me give a reason for character changes Wanda will have, also no "MCU knowledge"). Story will toe the line with Dark status every so often (Wanda has very little problem being an Antihero right off the bat when around Teenage and that carries on as she ages, and has no problem literally killing to protect, more so when it comes to protecting Pietro). Sort of a test story for Darker writings, but ultimately will have a happy ending because i'm a sucker for happy endings. Technically the OC is just a placebo spark for me to change Wanda up a little for a story idea, and the OC stuff itself means very little beyond those "sparks" to induce change which will butterfly effect over time. (Wanda Maximoff x Natasha Romanoff, with background Pietro x Sam, Steve x Bucky, etc, etc) - Story was inspired by "Vicious" by Halestorm, and "Sweet but Psycho" by Ava Max 

MCU - No Title Yet, and a smaller fic (and closer to the MCU timeline of stuff, though still plenty of changes and yes, Pietro lives along with Clint and the kid here, too). Will also toe the line with Darker stuff like Waking Wanda will (i'm very fond of writing antiheroes lately...), and OC will have Animal Shapeshifting powers. OC is also a brother to Wanda and Pietro via triplets instead of twins. - (TransMale!OC x Natasha Romanoff, with background Wanda x Darcy and Pietro x Monica) - Story was inspired by "Insane" by Black Gryph0n and Baasik, and "Wrong Side of Heaven" by Five Finger Death Punch 

MCU - No Title Yet, this story will be a fic that doesn't heavily dip into fighting battles at first like the other stories, and instead will be set where Reader will end up in the MCU and steps in where possible (healing ability and also has wings, though you can hide them into a scar on your back) to try to encourage change to bring a bit less pain and suffering to our Avengers. Wanda and Natasha end up dating Reader (triad poly) during Civil War era (bigger changes here, and yes, Reader saves Pietro, there is deff a pattern here for me, i think) after Reader sort of gets pulled in via sticking around after Lagos to heal any wounded (Wanda yeets Rumlow a little more viciously so it clears it just enough to only cause a little bit of roof damage) - Wanda x Natasha x Female Reader - Inspired by "If Today Was Your Last Day" by Nickelback, and "Soldier" by Gavin DeGraw 

MCU - No Title Yet, possibly a small series of oneshots about Wanda and Reader being a Soft!Couple, but also has Wanda and Vision being besties, and Reader and Natasha being besties. Literally just a "feel good" series - Wanda x Female Reader (Reader and Nat being Platonic besties, while Wanda and Vision being Platonic besties) - Inspired by "You and Me" by Plain White T's, and "Walking on Sunshine" by Katrina and the Waves

MCU - No Title Yet, set after Endgame. Natasha comes back via Steve's stone exchange, but she's not really healed from it. Scars, recovering from broken bones, and honestly feels lost. While Clint is dealing with Kate stuff (Yelena goes to help him at Natasha's request, and because she's become fond of him like an older brother as well), Natasha meets Southern!Reader who is a friend of Laura's, visiting from Texas (was also a Marine). Reader and Natasha are a bit awkward at first (Natasha because she's still recovering and unsteady from retiring, thus not really sure what she wants to do now, and Reader due to just being a shy awkward person who still doesn't really understand how people "people"). The two end up helping each other. Natasha helping Reader with moments of night terrors spawned from PTSD of war/battles against other humans and other skirmishes with Thanos' army during the blip era. Reader helps Natasha stop pushing herself so hard during her recovery (physical and mental), and start to stop and just breathe, along with the fear of a truly unknown future. - Natasha x Autistic!Female Reader - Inspired by "Stuck In a Moment You Can't Get Out Of" sang by Scarlet Johansson, "Rise Up" by Andra Day, "Shatter Me" by Lindsey Stirling ft Lzzy Hale, and "All I Know So Far" by P!nk 

MCU - No Title Yet. IM SO WEAK for Vera Farminga that it's unreal (dare i say Wanda Maximoff levels)?! That held my existence hostage and spawned this one here, of Eleanor Bishop x Reader. Reader is gonna be Wanda and Pietro's slightly older sibling (Marvel can pry Pietro's survival from my cold, dead hands) and has powers much like Magneto of the X-Men movies, but also cannot be harmed by metal objects, and has a resistance (read: resistance, not immunity) to more extreme cold and hot temperatures, as well as the abilities extending to Vibranium.

Conjuring Universe - No Title Yet. read above about weakness, RIP. Anyway, Reader will be Ed's sister who portrays a masculine build/clothing (and yes, binder! inc history research of binders and what was common and uncommon in that time era). Will happen around the main 3 Conjuring movies, as well as dabbling in The Nun 2 post credits scene (and extended), and the Curse of La Llorona getting a lil bit of a rewrite. 

[eupheme]

❅ SANTA, BABY

ViolentNight!Santa x F!Reader

Rated E - 3.k

Tags: (magical) age difference, improper use of walkie-talkies, assumptions about how the Santa thing works, established relationship, holiday booty call, pretend quid pro quo, oral (m rec.), unprotected PiV (wrap it up!), creampie, praise, voice & size kink, teasing, & lots of soft smut and fluff

Summary:

“You know, I asked for you this year. If you stopped by, you could knock a present off your list early. Get a head start?”

“Oh, yeah?” He rasps, his voice low and smooth, “That’s assuming you’re on the nice list, sweetheart. We both know you haven’t been in years.”

A/N - cursed with thoughts after watching the trailer, and unfortunately I’ve decided to share them ❄️💕

The plastic of the walkie-talkie rests against your lips as you hold it, eyes watching the minutes tick by on your phone.

11:55, 56, 57, 58, 59-

At the stroke of midnight, you’re flicking on the dial, the device crackling to life. You don’t have to adjust the station. It’s never changed.

Because after all - there’s only one thing you need it for.

“Hi, honey.” You coo into the small mic, waiting for a reply.

He never leaves you waiting long - but there’s a tired edge to his voice when he answers, “Hi yourself. Midnight already?”

“Mmhmm. It is here, anyways.”

A slight hiccup in the means of your communication. The device - one set of a few pairs in existence - only seems to reach him in December, when the holiday was in full swing. Same with the small chimney in your living room.

So, you made the most of it, meeting as much as you can in the small window of 31 days - before it goes silent, and the chute gets blocked off again.

You can hear a rough curse on the other end, then a low sigh, “I’m still at the workshop, it’s been a mess this year. Sorry baby, looks like I’m running late tonight.”

Disappointment lances through you, but you’re still just happy to hear his voice, “Do you need to go?”

“Nah. Waiting on a fix for one of the machines in the factory. He’s on his way, I’ve got a few.”

“How long of a wait?” You fish - thinking you’d settle for something quick tonight, if you had to, “You know, I asked for you this year. If you stopped by, you could knock a present off your list early. Get a head start?”

“Oh, yeah?” He rasps, his voice low and smooth, “That’s assuming you’re on the nice list, sweetheart. We both know you haven’t been in years.”

You grin, teeth sinking into your lip, “Mm, and whose fault is that? I was perfectly respectable before you.”

He hums, amused, “Is that right?”

“Mhmm.” You’re still smiling. If you close your eyes, it’s almost like he’s there in the room with you, “Maybe you could straighten it out for me. Put in a good word with the big man?”

“I think I can manage that.” A low laugh rumbles on the other end of the line - the sound shooting straight to the aching spot between your thighs.

His voice always did that to you - the sound has you wistful, needy, the words coming out before you can stop them.

“I miss you.”

It was hard, not seeing him for 11 months, other than the occasional weekend where you could both slip away, meet in the middle. You couldn’t come to see him - that would mean a much more intimate commitment. Something you both had been dancing around for a long time.

Something never fully admitted.

He’s silent for a long moment, but you think you can hear something similar mirrored in his own answer, “I miss you, too.”

“Will you come? When you’re done?” You hold your breath - but despite all his gruffness, you know that deep down, he’s soft.

“Yeah, baby.” He relents, and you think you can hear the smile in his voice, “I’ll be there as soon as I can.”

It’s late - hours later, when you hear the rhythmic clunk of heavy boots across the hardwood floor, the soft jingle of his bag with every step.

You’re sleepy, dozing as you had waited, curled up with a blanket on the couch - knowing that it’d be the first place he looked. Keeping a heavy-lidded eye on the brick fireplace, where the brightly-colored bulbs twinkle on and off.

They always had been your favorite - the string of lights had been put up the day after Halloween. Unable to resist, even if your friends had rolled their eyes when they saw them.

Eyes blinking open to find him standing in front of you - broad-shouldered and filling your view, the curls of gold from his journey still glittering around him. Dropping the bag next to the armchair that just sits to the side, the usual spot.

“Hi.” You coo, pushing yourself up as you stretch.

“Hi.” He smiles, as his eyes snag on your clothes - or lack of. Wrapped in lingerie that looked like it could be made of red ribbons and lace, almost matching the shade of his suit.

“Oh, just look at you.” The looks darken, as he approaches. Swiping the hair tie on the side table from where it rested next to a plate of cookies you had left out. Replacing it with the hat and wire-framed glasses he’s just removed, “I thought I was the present, not the other way around.”

You preen under his gaze, letting the blankets fall away further, exposing more of your body - shifting to the side so he can sit down.

The old couch creaking as he joins you, a weary sigh as he sinks into the worn cushions. Teeth biting down and then tearing the black leather gloves from his hands, before an arm reaches out to curl around your waist, pulling you to him.

Your hand splaying across his chest, gripping on to the velvet and fur as his mouth finds yours. A low groan in his throat as his own hands wander over skin and lace, squeezing, groping, tugging until you’re half sitting in his lap.

He tastes like you remember, your tongue darting out to brush against his lip, until they part for you. Cinnamon and spice and the bite of something sharp, like whisky - making you melt against him.

Reacquainting yourself to the scratch of his beard when you press yourself closer, the soft curls of his long hair when your fingers twist in him, pulling another moan.

Eventually pulling back for a breath, your lips kiss-swollen, a warmth in your chest that travels downwards. You squirm against him, the thigh pressed between your own, as he smiles, mouth dropping to your chin, then your jaw.

“I talked to the big man for you, like you asked.” He presses open-mouthed kiss to your neck then, and it distracts you - making you momentarily forget your earlier jest.

“Oh yeah?” It comes out breathy, fingers sliding from his hair, dropping down to grasp at his shoulders.

“Mhmm.” He hums, before pausing to seal his lips against your throat, sucking a mark that makes you gasp, “He said if you were good for me, he’d reconsider.”

That makes you laugh, as his hand drops from your waist to your ass - fingers squeezing as he rocks you against his thigh, a spark of pleasure igniting with the friction.

“That’s kind of him.” You manage, and he’s pulling back, a hazy look in his own eyes, “Did he say how?”

He smiles again.

“I have a few ideas.”

Eyes dropping to your mouth as his hand cups your jaw - before a thumb smooths over your lip, pressing down. Waiting for them to close around it and suck, sighing when they do.

“Will you, baby?” He asks, his voice smoky and low and at that moment, you think you’d agree to anything, “Be good for me?”

His thumb pulls from you, smoothing across your lip again as you nod, “Always.”

“That’s my girl.”

The praise makes your chest ache, as you lift off him, sliding down to the floor instead - kneeling between his thighs where the blanket pools, soft under your shins.

Peeking up at him with parted lips as you watch him unclasp the crimson jacket, work open the leather belt with the heavy golden buckle. When the coat parts you can see where he strains for you, his cock pressing against the soft fabric of his pants.

Hips lifting to push them down, the patterned, forest-green boxers barely past his thighs before you’re reaching - eager for him.

“Fuck, baby.” He groans, when your tongue swipes over the weeping tip, the wet bead of precum. Swallowing it down before your lips wrap around him, your fist following. Spreading your spit with each pump, until he’s slick and shining with you.

You hum, trying to take him deep, ignoring the ache in your jaw, the way that your mouth floods with saliva as you gag. His lips are parted, panting as he sinks further into the couch - letting your other hand brace on his thick thigh for balance.

His hand reaching down to cup the soft weight of your breast, thumb smoothing over the budded peak of your nipple. Tugging the cups down so he can watch the way they sway when you suck his cock - unable to hold back his own moans when you swallow around him.

“Haven’t jerked off in a week.” He grunts out, teeth clenched as your eyes lift to his again, “Wanted to wait for your call.”

Carefully easing you off his cock then - watching as you lick your lips, breaking the string of spit that clings to the flushed tip.

“Not going to waste it on your mouth, no matter how fucking good it feels.”

You grin, standing as he pats his thigh, your thumbs tucking in the waistband of your panties. But he’s reaching for you, catching your hands as he tugs you towards him again.

“Leave them on baby, please.”

Hands still on your hips as he helps you lower yourself onto his lap. Waiting until you’re seated, his cock trapped between your clothed pussy and the curve of his stomach before the tugs the hair tie from his wrist.

Bundling his silver hair back into a messy knot as you shift against him, before stealing another kiss. The grind of your hips interrupted when his fingers slide against the curve of fabric at your thigh, before slipping underneath.

The gasp high in your throat when he pets at you, his own rumbling groan when he feels how you’re soaked for him. Fingers circling over the bead of your clit, watching the way your lips part in a gasp as he just begins to press down.

Before they move again, until the tip of his finger presses against your entrance. The slightest resistance, before it slides in. First one knuckle, and then another, until he’s cupping you.

“Nick.” You groan - it feels like you’re throbbing for him, impossibly wound up, “Please. I need you.”

Fingers slide over his cock again, trying to lift your hips as he tugs you back down.

“Need to get you ready.” He murmurs, against your mouth, lips dropping to drag against your chin.

A slow thrust of his fingers, and normally you’d agree. He’s big, thick - but you’ve been waiting for weeks, months.

“I want you now. I want to feel you, even when you leave.” You beg - and it does something to him, a glint to his bright, icy blue eyes.

His cock twitches against your stomach, and you know he’ll give in. Fingers withdraw, hooking around the gusset of your panties, pulling them to the side.

Letting you lift up this time, your hands resting on broad shoulders as his other hand holds his cock steady for you. Unable to resists sliding it across your folds, bumping it against your clit, before letting it press against your entrance.

Your head tilts back as you sink down onto him, his cock splitting you open, a ragged sound ripping from your throat. His own rough exhale feeling the tight, wet grip of your cunt as you slow take him.

Until you’re flush with the coarse, silver curls, until it feels like he’s filling you completely. You can’t do much more than pant as his hands slide beneath your thighs, gripping on as he lifts you. Dragging his length along your walls with one thrust, and then another.

You keen, rocking against him, finding a rhythm as you brace yourself on his shoulders. Pressing yourself against the soft curve of his stomach and chest, his hands moving to your hips.

His head tilting until he can mouth at your breasts, the tip of his tongue teasing a nipple until his teeth scrape against it. It makes you clench, his mouth leaving wet marks as he moves to the other one, leaving you groaning.

“Feels so good. Waited so long-” You moan, arching into his mouth, where he hums in agreement.

A groan, his eyes bright as his head tilts back so he can see you.

“I know, baby. Should come stay with me,” he breathes out, and it makes you stutter, fingers curling in his jacket.

Blinking, as his eyes roll shut in pleasure, still murmuring, “There’s so many of those lights that you love. They’re everywhere, could fuck you all the time underneath them. You’d look so pretty.”

You’re not sure if it’s a real invitation or a fantasy, but it fuels the building pleasure that coils in your stomach. A familiar throb that has you riding him a little faster, the slap of your thighs against his hips as you lean down to kiss him.

His hand sliding down to where you’re joined, fingers rubbing circles on your clit. Just the tiny bit more that you needed, the steady bounce on his cock getting sloppy as you start to tremble.

You’re chanting, not sure if it’s your answer, or just to make sure that he doesn’t stop, not for anything. The words repeated, “yes, yes, god yes, please-”

His own rough answer, ground out through gritted teeth as his hips meet you, thrusting up, burying himself deep into you.

“Come on baby, wanna feel you come. Been waiting so long, let me feel you-”

You shatter. Pushing yourself down onto his cock, the bouncing turning into a slow grind as your head drops against his shoulder. Fingers gripping his jacket so hard they ache.

“That’s it.” He talks you through it, a rumble of three pleased chuckles that you can feel in his chest, “Come on my cock, baby. Just like that.”

Fingers slowing just enough that you’ve not overwhelmed, drawing out the tight pulse of your orgasm.

Leaving you boneless against him, panting into his neck as you sag against his solid frame. It’s so much harder to move now, to start your rhythm again. Your first two bounces are still sloppy, a weak attempt at best as you use his shoulders for leverage.

He watches you, arms resting along the back of the couch - an eyebrow raised. A huff of a laugh when you half-heartedly glare at him, until his hands move to your hips again, slowing your movements.

“I wear you out, baby?” He croons, with eyes only for you - teasing. “Too tired to keep fucking me?”

You huff, but he’s not wrong - it’s hard work, and you were already tired before. With a grunt he lifts you off him, as you squeak in surprise.

Easing out from under you, leaving you facing the back of the couch as he stands - moving behind you. You think you get it now, pushing yourself onto your knees, leaning your elbows against the cushion as you bend at the waist for him.

A hand smoothes down the curve of your ass, snagging on the hem of your panties, dragging them down. The fabric at the center damp and dark, leaving them around your thighs as he angles you further, bending you more.

“So fuckin’ pretty, you know that?” He rasps - and then he’s pressing into your heat again.

You gasp, the sound low in your throat as he sheathes himself with a slow thrust, and then another. His stomach pressed against your ass, before a hand anchors on your waist, the other sliding between your breasts. Tugging you upward, until you’re flush with his chest.

If you felt full before, then you must have forgotten how it felt to take him like this. Each thrust feels like it’s in your guts, in your throat, until you’re choking on him.

It’s amazing how fast he finds the spot that turns your words into just sounds - like no time had passed at all. You weak gasps as his cock drags against a spot that has you seeing stars, fingers wrapping around his thick wrist as he holds you against him.

His nose presses into your neck, his mouth hot against your skin as he groans with you. Each thrust loud as he pushes himself in the warm channel of your cunt, again and again.

“You soaked my cock, sweetheart. Just listen to how wet you are.”

Your moan is weak, you’re not sure you’ll last much longer. But he’s there with you, his breath a harsh gasp in your ear as his head tilts back.

“Nick, I’m, ah-” you gasp, and you can feel the scrape of his beard against your cheek, the drag of his lips.

“I know, baby. Once more, for me.”

The hand on your hip sliding to press against your clit again - and then, you’re there. Pinned against him as you come around him again, his own broken moan as his hips snap against yours.

Until they slow, one more thrust as he growls a low “fuck” - as he presses deep, spilling into you. Painting your walls with each pulse of his cock, the sound from lips dragging out as you flutter around him. Milking him, taking everything he has.

His grip on your loosening, a soft kiss pressed against your jaw as he eases out of you. The slightest ache afterwards that you know you’ll feel tomorrow - though the thought makes you sigh, not minding at all.

Leaving you sagging against the couch as he grabs a cloth from the kitchen. Admiring his release that leaks from you, smeared across your inner thighs, before the warm cloth passes over them.

Spending the little time he has to still take care of you - like you knew he would. It’s why you’ve stayed all this time. Why his request is still repeating in the back of your mind.

Later, you sigh as your head rests against his bare chest - any tension in your muscles long gone. Legs like jello, still warm and cozy in your afterglow.

The sweetness of the icing melts on your tongue, your hand reaching down lazily to the floor to grab another cookie - snapping it down the middle.

“Worth the wait?” He asks idly, lips pressing against the crown of your head, before accepting the half you offer him.

As if it wasn’t, always.

“Yeah.” You sigh.

“Just want I wanted.”

[okiesoapie]

fireside chats

diluc x adventurer!reader

notes: gn! reader, budding relationship, mutual pining, wounded reader, softie Diluc i am feral for this man, fluff, sfw

The land around Dawn Winery was even more beautiful at night. The Windwheel Asters blew gently in the breeze, petals turning in the wind ever so slightly. You didn’t have time to appreciate the beauty of the environment however. The gash on your thigh felt deeper than it did earlier, making the trek to the estate almost unbearable.

And you were late too.

You and Diluc had made plans to have dinner at his home. It had all started when you teased him about being the worst cook after he had accidentally charred a steak while using his pyro. Diluc, being the competitive man that he is, insisted that he definitely was not and you should try his cooking some time.

The two of you blushed after Diluc said that. A fiery red dusted his cheeks and spread down his neck. You thought he would take his words back immediately. However, Diluc’s unfaltering (and embarrassed) gaze told you that he was serious.

Knocking on the large double doors to mansion (was it made of fir wood? cedar? birch?), you hoped to every archon that ever existed that “showing up wounded on their doorstep” wasn’t on the list of the Top 10 Ways to Ruin a First Date.

Not that you thought this was a date. Did you? Yes, you had been harboring a crush on the redhead ever since he came back to Mond. Yes, you had fallen in love with him as you spent more time together after you found out he was going after the Abyss Order.

Still, Diluc was a busy man. Nothing could or should come between him and his duties. Not even you and your silly, little crush that wouldn’t go away no matter how hard you tried.

Your thoughts were interrupted when the door swung open to reveal a disgruntled Diluc, who was clearly unimpressed by your tardiness. Before he could voice his unhappiness, his eyes widened at the state you were in. Your clothes were tattered, your hair slightly singed, and your body wounded.

You smiled weakly. “Sorry I’m late…?”

Diluc immediately picked you up in a bridal carry, rushed but as gentle as ever. He kicked the door closed behind him while you were still processing what he just did. Diluc’s arms were bare, unrestricted by his coat, and you could feel them press against your back while he cradled you.

“Just hold on to me.” Diluc mumbled, worried that if he spoke any louder, his panic would sleep through the cracks of his calm facade.

When you felt the soft couch cushions under you, a blush started creeping across your face. You hadn’t even realize Diluc had left until he returned with a first aid kit. His expression was soft as he knelt before you, gaze unfaltering once more. It felt like he was taking in every part of you. Like he was consuming you whole with just a look. The fireplace helped you hide your embarrassment, casting an orange glow on your features and hiding the redness of your cheeks.

“Stop squirming.” Diluc muttered, voice somehow gentle as he grazed the area around your wound. Pain shot up your leg and you grabbed his shoulders for support. “How did this even happen?”

“Took a commission to retrieve a stolen cart. Turns out a group of treasure hoarders are much less cooperative than I thought they’d be.” You said before whimpering in discomfort. “One of their knives got me, but I’m fine everywhere else.”

Your grip on his shoulders made your fingertips turn white, but Diluc didn’t complain at all. The silence at the moment wasn’t the usual comfortable atmosphere that you both shared. It was tense. Awkward.

“I’m so sorry for being late, Luc, I really am. I tried to come here as fast as I could.” Despite the stinging ache from Diluc wrapping up your wound, you still uttered apologies and explanations. “I was so excited for tonight, I didn’t mean to be so late. I know how busy you are.”

After a few beats, Diluc spoke.

“Stupid.”

You stumbled over your words. The grip you had on his shoulders faltered as you stared at him in shock. There was no trace of anger or even contempt in his expression. His lips were slack and his face was cold, but his eyes held something you couldn’t quite place.

“You’re stupid for thinking that I would rather see you hurt than wait for you.” Diluc said, leaning closer to look at you again.

“I hate seeing you hurt.”

“Why?”

“You know why.” Diluc came even closer, the firelight behind him enhancing his silhouette. Like a spotlight, it called all your attention to the man in front of you. Your eyes drifted to his fiery red hair, the slope of his nose, the curve of his brow, then finally resting your gaze on his lips.

Diluc was always one step ahead of you. He pressed his lips against yours, ever so gently. You kissed him back, feeling his warmth and the depth of his unspoken feelings. Diluc cupped your cheeks as if you were fragile, pouring every feeling he had never said out loud against your Cupid’s bow. He kissed you over and over and over, so you kissed him back just as many times.

The fire was beginning to flicker, and the food on the table grew cold, but none of that mattered to either of you. Since Diluc, being the fiery and soft-hearted man that he is, was enough to keep the both of you warm.

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a/n: I’ll probably do MAJOR edits later. I have a few papers to finish but I prioritized this first lol.

[bucky-barmes]

☾✧✧✧ Is that my shirt? ✧✧✧☽

nondescript reader x Bruce Banner

In which you stay the night at the Avengers Tower unbeknownst to Bruce and he wonders how you got his shirt.

[ a/n: okay well i lost the prompt list this was from so that's fun ]

[ word count: 958 words (this was supposed to be a fun kinda short thing whoops)

includes: shy boi Bruce, Tony actually being a decent human being, slightly fluffy, unspoken feels????? -18 friendly

[ all works are my own, do not repost, translate or any other sort of thing, no consent is given ]

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"Shit, is that the time?" You gawked at your watch showing almost 1am. "Bruce, I'm sorry, I gotta go." You grabbed your coat as you walked to the door of his lab. "Gotta take the subway and all." All you could do was offer him a sheepish smile. You hated leaving work unfinished, but at this rate you were nowhere near finishing up the study.

Bruce fiddled with his glasses, looking like he wanted to say something, but his brows furrowed.

"No, that's alright Y/N, it's pretty late." He slid his glasses back on. "Uh- make sure you get home safe. Text me when you're home." Ever the gentleman, but something told you that's not all he wanted to say.

"Always do." Your head tilted at him as you shrugged your coat on. "See you later today, I guess." A smirk traced your lips but was replaced with a grimace at the thought of having to be up at 7am.

As you made your way to the elevator you see Tony making his way out of the kitchen.

"Night, Tony, see you tomorrow." You gave him a short wave, not intending to stop for a chat.

"Woah, woah, woah, where are you going?" Tony almost demanded, hands up to stop you from stepping further.

"Home. Believe it or not I actually have my own one of those, I just choose to live my life here."

"At this time of night? You've got to be joking. Didn't Bruce tell you you can crash here?" Your eyebrow quirked at that. Was that why he was so nervous when you left?

"No, he failed to mention that." Your eyes narrowed in thought. "But if the offer still stands, I'd love to take you up on it. The subway at this time is not fun." Another grimace, this time at the thought of riding the subway by yourself at 1am.

"Always." Tony had already started leading you down the hall as he spoke, pointing to a door close to Bruce's lab. "That's one of the spare rooms, head in and I'll grab you some stuff."

You weren't quite sure what stuff was, but you didn't have to wait long for Tony's return. You had barely walked into the room and taken your coat off when he came in with a handful of fabric.

"Some towels and robe in case you want to shower, and a change of clothes- well, a fresh shirt. I doubt you'd fir any of our pants and Nat isn't here to ask." Tony shrugged, handing you the surprisingly neatly folded pile. Definitely not his work.

"You're the best, Tony." You take the pile appreciatively, glancing at your watch as you do. "I'll see ya' in the morning."

The rest of the night goes quickly, too quickly. A groan escapes your lips as you alarm starts blaring, slapping your hand onto your phone screen in an attempt to hit the snooze button. Then, the thought of an Avengers grade shower sprung to mind. It had to beat your shitty trickle of a shower back at your apartment.

Safe to say that was the best shower you had ever had. Nothing beat actual water pressure, but the waterfall shower head was a nice added bonus.

Stepping back into the room from the ensuite, you had the robe wrapped tightly around you. As comfortable as it was, you didn't think it was exactly appropriate to wear into the kitchen for breakfast. You were technically in your workplace after all.

Your eyes ran over the crumpled pile of your clothes from the day before, nose crinkling at the thought. Definitely not something you wanted to put back on. Then your eyes wandered over to the extra t-shirt Tony brought in for you. Well, it wasn't like you had any other options.

"I mean, it could definitely be worse." You murmured to yourself, looking over the outfit in the mirror. It was oversized, but not quite enough to be a t-shirt dress. You fished around in your bag, remembering the pair of comfy shorts you keep in your bag in case of emergencies, a triumphant "ah-ha" falling from your lips as your grabbed them out.

With the shorts now pulled on, you padded down the hall to the kitchen. Today was just going to have to be a casual Friday, on a Wednesday.

In the kitchen you were met with a chorus of questioning "good morning?" from the team, including Bruce. Clearly Tony had forgot to mention to any of them that you had stayed the night.

"You're here early, Y/N." Steve observed, taking a sip of his coffee as he eyed your choice of attire.

"Oh, I- uh, actually stayed the night." You rubbed the back of your neck sheepishly as you explained. "It was almost 1am by the time Bruce and I finished up, so Tony offered for me to say." A smile made its way to your lips as Bruce placed a plate of bacon and eggs in front of you.

"Is that my shirt?" Bruce stared down at your outfit, head tilted in confusion. "I mean- sorry- it's just, that looks like one of my-" "Just keep digging, big boy." Tony slapped him on the back as he walked past towards the sink. "Yes, it is yours. I thought it was only fair as you didn't offer for poor Y/N to stay the night."

Your eyes widen and Bruce smiled timidly. "Sorry, Y/N, I wanted to, just couldn't get the words out."

"It's alright, you wouldn't have got to see me in your shirt if you did." You offer him a cheeky wink. "Besides, I think I look quite good in it." "Better than me."

[yellowsuitcase]

Pansy’s Plot // Draco Malfoy

Request: hi there!! I just wanted to say i absolutely adore your writing, and was wondering if you could write something where the reader and draco are dating but pansy is jealous so she lies and makes draco think you cheated on him but in actual fact you didnt and it’s just super angsty and then fluffy. The prompts i chose were 94, 85, 55, 14, 1 and 34 of course i don’t mind at all if you don’t want to use them or leave a few out :)

A/N: Hello! Sorry this took so long to get written, but I wanted to make sure it was good so I took my time. Also, my arthritis was making writing a very painful process, with that being said, I likely won’t post anything else this week until the weekend because I need to rest my hand. But I hope you enjoy this and to the person who requested, I hope it’s everything you wanted! Side note, I did change some of the prompts to fit the story and I didn’t use 55.

Summary: Pansy tricks Draco into believing his girlfriend (Y/N) cheated on him with Blaise. Angst and fluff follow.

Warning(s): Swearing, physical beating up/hitting, non-consensual kissing/touching

Word Count: 4.6k

Prompts (list): 1, 14, 34, 85, 99

Y/N trudged into the Great Hall, looking miserable. She’d just had the worst potions class of her life. Snape had been teaching them how to make a memory potion, but she had mistakenly added the powdered sage before the stewed mandrake, causing the brew to bubble violently and splatter her Slytherin robes with putrid yellow liquid. It didn’t help that along with having unflattering stains, she now smelled like rotten roses. 

As she dragged herself to the Slytherin table, she felt stares on the back of her head. She rolled her eyes and positioned her chin over her shoulder, instantly zeroing in on the Ravenclaw boy who was pointing his thumb at her and laughing with his mates. With a discreet flick of her fir wood wand, Y/N sent the boy’s noodles flying onto his face with a loud splat. She smirked to herself while tucking her wand back into her pocket. She continued walking and took her place at the table next to her boyfriend. 

“Hello, Draco,” she said sweetly as she plopped down onto the bench. Her boyfriend looked up from his meal.

“Bloody hell, Y/N. Where have you been? And what happened to you?” he asked, his face scrunching up in disgust. It took everything in his willpower not to slide away from his potion covered girlfriend.

“Sorry, I’m a bit late. I fucked up in potions. Don’t worry, though, I’ll get cleaned up after I have my lunch. Besides, I hardly see you anymore with O.W.Ls coming up. I didn’t want to skip out on you,” she explained, shifting her gaze from the food in front of her to Draco's distasteful looking face. 

“What, Malfoy? You don’t like the smell of a failed memory potion?” she questioned while playfully leaning closer to him. Draco couldn’t take it anymore; he scrambled to scoot away from her. This made Y/N begin to giggle. She pushed her head behind her ear and batted her eyelids mockingly. 

“Why won’t you give me a kiss, love?” she asked with pouty lips, her hands making grabbing motions at the blonde boy. He opened his mouth to speak but was promptly interrupted by a snooty voice from across the table. 

“Perhaps it’s because you smell worse than a dirty house-elf, Y/N,” sneered Pansy Parkinson, a dark-haired Slytherin girl who was particularly nasty. Draco watched as Y/N’s back straightened, and her angry eyes flickered to the hard-faced girl. He knew this look well, considering she’d given it to him quite a few times throughout their two-year relationship. If it had been anyone else receiving Y/N’s glare, he might’ve felt a bit scared for them. But this was Pansy, and not many were fond of her.

“I don’t remember asking for your opinion, Parkinson. But please, by all means, let’s hear your thoughts. Frankly, I didn’t think you had any up in that empty head of yours,” Y/N retorted, her voice calm and collected. Pansy’s face went redder than a tomato. She angrily stood up from her seat, leaving her untouched sandwich sitting on the table as she stormed out of the hall, her hair swishing behind her.

Y/N scoffed. “What a wanker. Honestly, hasn’t she got anything better to do?” she questioned, voicing her irritation. Draco slid close to his girlfriend and gently put his hands on her shoulders, rubbing them firmly. He felt the tension begin to leave her muscles.

“Don’t let her get to you, love. It’s only Parkinson. Since when did you get so worked up over what she says?” Draco asked. 

Y/N remained silent. Truth be told, Pansy had been tormenting her for nearly a month now. Her usual snide remarks had never caused much of a ruse within Y/N before, but that was until she’d started attacking her and Draco’s relationship. Whenever Y/N would say goodnight to Draco and head up to the girls’ dormitory, she would be greeted by Pansy sitting next to her snotty friends. They’d sit on their beds and snicker when Y/N walked in. They’d always say things like, “You know, Draco only likes you because you’re easy,” or “He pities you, Y/N.” Not to mention all the times they'd called her a slag. At first, she was able to ignore it. But after numerous weeks of hearing such degrading and hurtful words, she’d begun to believe them. 

Telling Draco wasn’t an option. Y/N was ashamed; she didn’t want Draco to be disappointed in her for letting Pansy get to her. The look on his face if she told him would be too much to stomach.

“Y/N? What’s wrong, babydoll?” Draco asked. His girlfriend’s silence was concerning him. Y/N turned to him and forced a smile onto her lips. “Nothing,” she assured him, “I’m fine.”

Draco looked skeptical but dismissed his worry and leaned in for a quick kiss. Y/N kissed him back, but after a few moments, she pulled away. “I’d better go get cleaned up before Transfiguration. McGonagall wouldn’t be pleased if I came in like this,” she laughed while gesturing to her soiled uniform. Draco smiled and nodded. 

“I’ll see you in the common room after dinner, yeah?” he asked as Y/N stood up from the table and pushed her hair out of her face. She willed herself to look up and shake her head, yes. Her boyfriend still looked apprehensive. “See you then,” she choked out as she spun on her foot and made haste to leave the Great Hall. 

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Later in the school day, Y/N was leaving her last class, Herbology, and was walking through the mysteriously empty corridors, the thought of a relaxing bath filling her head, when she ran smack into someone. She nearly toppled over from the impact, but the person she’d bumped into quickly seized her arm and pulled her close to their chest. Y/N instantly felt uncomfortable and pushed herself off of the tall figure. Upon looking up, she saw that Blaise Zabini had been the one to save her ass from hitting the floor. She’d never been one to forgo manners as many other Slytherins did, so she nodded her head and said, “Thanks, Zabini.”

He smirked down at her, his white teeth showing. “No problem, sweetheart,” he purred. A cold shudder ran down Y/N’s spine. She didn’t like this situation one bit; however, when she tried to distance herself and Blaise, he grabbed her upper arm and tugged her towards him. She found herself once again pressed up against the boy’s chest. 

“Where you going, babydoll?” he asked. Bile rose up from Y/N’s stomach. When Draco called her babydoll, it was cute, but when the word fell from Blaise’s lips, she felt thoroughly sick. She wiggled her arm, trying desperately to remove it from his grasp. But it was to no avail. His fingers were wrapped around her bicep so firmly she could practically feel the bruises beginning to form.

Y/N continued to struggle against him. “Let go of me, you prat,” she grunted. Blaise didn't heed her words; instead, he stared at something behind her. Y/N looked over her shoulder, but before she had the chance to register who was there, Blaise took her chin in his fingers and forced his lips onto hers. Y/N squealed in shock and tried to use her free arm to push Blaise off. She felt fear overtake her entire body as she fought hard to get out of his clutches. But the boy was too powerful. Luckily for Y/N, she remembered what her father had always told her to do if a male ever tried to violate her. Hit him where it hurts. Without a moment's hesitation, she lifted her foot and rammed her knee into Blaise’s crotch with as much force as she could muster. 

He grunted painfully and instantly let go of her, his hands flying to protect his private parts from any further harm. “Fucking bitch!” he yelled. Y/N backed away from him in fear. She was about to run away when she remembered that he had been staring behind her. Y/N turned around to see Pansy holding a camera in one hand and fresh pictures in the other. Her heart raced when she put two and two together. She’d been set up, and she was angry. Y/N whipped out her wand and pointed it at Pansy's head. Wordlessly, she sent the camera and pictures flying from her grasp and into her own. This didn’t please the Slytherin, who took out her own wand and angrily shouted, “Flipendo!” Before Y/N could react, she was sent flying backward, letting the camera and pictures fall from her hands. 

When she fell, her head hit the floor hard enough that it bounced. She stayed still as pain pulsed through her entire skull. As she was recovering from the intense blow, Pansy strutted over to her. She laughed as she stood over her and glared down. “Look at you—what a pathetic excuse for a Slytherin. Can’t even properly defend yourself,” she sneered. Y/N, fueled by anger, jumped to her feet and shouted the first spell that came to mind without thinking. “Incarcerous!” Ropes shot from the tip of her wand and wrapped around Pansy’s chest and arms, rendering her defenseless and immobile. Adrenaline was still rushing in her bloodstream when a deep voice called out to her.

“Miss Y/L/N,” it bellowed. Y/N’s heart sank; she recognized that voice to be Severus Snape’s. Sighing, she tucked her wand into her robe and glanced to her left to see the greasy-haired professor. His robe was flowing behind him as he walked rapidly towards her. “Detention,” he declared. Y/N knew better than to argue; the last time she tried, she’d only earned herself another week of writing lines in Snape’s office. After nodding to her potions professor, she turned to go but then spotted the camera. It was in Blaise’s hands. He simply smirked at her and sauntered away. 

No, no, no, Y/N thought as her heart sank. She felt as though she was rooted to the stone floor. It was obvious what Pansy and Blaise were planning to do with those photos. They had thought this out; they were going to show them to Draco. After she realized the shit she was in, Y/N knew there was only one thing she could do at this point. Get to Draco before they did. 

She bent her knees and took off sprinting through the hallway, determination pumping through her body. But she was stopped short by the sound of her name coming from Snape. Reluctantly and defeatedly, she willed her feet to slow down. “Where do you think you’re going, young lady?” Snape called out to her. Y/N spun around slowly, a grimace plastered to her face. “My dorm,” she said uncertainly; her statement sounded more like a question.

Snape raised an eyebrow. “You’ll be coming with me to my office to serve your detention.” Y/N grumbled to herself angrily. She still couldn’t understand why Snape was never as nice to her as he was towards the rest of the Slytherin house. Y/N watched as Snape freed Pansy from her restraints. She got to her feet and thanked her head of house before strolling down the corridor, making sure to leer at Y/N when she passed. The urge to sock her in the jaw was strong, but Y/N refrained and followed after Snape, hoping to get detention over with as soon as possible.

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Draco was fiddling with a stray thread on his sweater when Pansy sat down next to him. He gave her a look. Pansy had a devilish smirk on her face. “Hello, Draco,” she cooed. The blonde shifted his weight so that he was farther away from Pansy. “What do you want?” he questioned. “I’m waiting for Y/N.”

Pansy’s head fell back as she let out a shrill laugh. “You won’t give a damn about her once you see this,” she declared cheerfully. Draco looked at her quizzically. “See what?” he hesitantly asked. Pansy wiggled her eyebrows and reached into her pocket. Slowly, she pulled out two pictures and passed one to Draco. His eyes studied her face before they downshifted to the photo in his lap. Draco’s confusion only grew when he saw what the picture was showing. Y/N and Blaise were pressed up against one another. Her hand was touching his chest, and he was caressing her cheek. 

“What the fuck is this, Parkinson?” Draco spat violently. Pansy said nothing; she only handed him the second photo. Draco snatched it from her; his breathing stopped when he looked at it. It was a photo of them kissing. Blaise and Y/N had kissed. Draco felt betrayed, deceived, hoodwinked, you name it, he felt it. Questions began to flood his brain. How could she do this? How long had she been seeing Blaise? Was he not good enough for her? Had he done something to upset her? Panic began to rise within Draco.

“She’s been cheating on you for quite some time, Draco. I was going to tell you sooner, but I knew you wouldn’t believe me without proof,” Pansy said sweetly. She tentatively put her hand on Draco’s shoulder and began to rub up and down soothingly. He barely registered her touch as his world began to crumble. His heart was totally and utterly broken. He couldn’t think he couldn’t breathe. Nothing made sense to him at that moment. 

“This must be so hard for you, Draco. I’m so sorry. But look on the bright side, now you can get rid of her. You have proof that she cheated. There’s no way she can deny what she did,” Pansy said a little too excitedly. But Draco paid her no mind; his eyes still hadn’t moved from the photographs in his palms. 

“Where is she?” he asked through gritted teeth. Pansy sighed dejectedly. “Well, she attacked me in the hallway, but Snape caught her. I suspect she’s still in detention, but—” Pansy was cut off by Draco springing to his feet, the photos in his tight grip. “Where are you going?” she asked him; he was at the door. Without looking back, he said, “To find her.”

“Draco! Wait!” Pansy exclaimed, but Draco was already gone. 

Snape’s office wasn’t far; it was in the dungeons along with the Slytherin common room and potions classroom. Draco’s heart was racing as he stormed through the hallways. He had no plan of action; he just knew he had to find her. Millions of possibilities ran through his head, but he didn't stop to ponder any of them. He rounded a corner and felt his breath catch in his throat. There she was. She looked distraught. When her eyes found Draco, she walked towards him immediately. Draco didn’t move from his spot. He let her come to him. When she reached him, she stared at him intently. A few moments of heavy silence passed before she decided to test the waters. “Draco?” she asked hesitantly.

“How long?” he retorted.

“How long? What do you mean?”

“Don’t play fucking dumb, Y/N. How long have you and Blaise been together, huh?”

Y/N’s face paled. “Draco, it is not what it looks like. Whatever Pansy told you isn’t true.”

Draco laughed. “She didn’t tell me. She showed me,” he replied in a strangely calm voice. Y/N felt tears spring to her eyes as Draco harshly shoved the photographs into her hands. She reluctantly looked down at the images of her and Blaise. She knew it looked terrible, but she was determined to make Draco believe her. 

“What do you have to say for yourself? I mean, seriously, was I not good enough for you? Is that it?” Draco asked. Hurt was audible in his voice.

Y/N felt her heart shatter. “Draco, don’t talk like that, of course, you’re good enough for me. You’re more than enough. Please, you have to trust me, you have to believe me. I would never cheat on you; they set me up.” Y/N pleaded. Her eyes were wide with fear.

Draco scoffed and shook his head in disbelief. “Don’t lie to me, don’t make up stories. You cheated, and you didn’t care about the repercussions. Did you ever care? Was I just a game, just a toy for you?” He asked, his voice cracking.

“Of course I cared about you, Draco, I still do. I never fucking stopped caring about you... About us. Draco, I love you, please believe me, please let me explain,” she begged. But Draco wasn’t having it. He took a step backward; she took one forward. Draco clenched his fists. “Get away from me. We’re done.”

Y/N began to panic. “No, no, Draco, listen to me. Please don’t leave, please—”

“Shut up. Shut the fuck up! I don’t give a damn what you have to say. I don’t want to hear from you again, I don’t want to look at you. Do you understand me? Stay the fuck away from me,” Draco commanded. He continued backing up. This time, Y/N stayed put. Tears fell from her cheeks as she watched her lover leave. She felt her legs begin to tremble. She couldn't believe this was happening. It had only been a few hours ago that she had given him a good morning kiss. How had they ended up in this situation so fast? Her legs continued to shake, and eventually, she collapsed onto the cold floor. Sobs racked her body. 

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A few weeks later, Draco was sitting in his usual spot in the Great Hall. In Y/N’s place, however, sat Pansy. She was leaning on her hand and gazing at Draco mindlessly. Truth be told, it made Draco a bit uncomfortable. But he did his best to ignore her as he finished up his supper. The past week had been extremely hard for him. He’d hardly gotten any sleep due to the fact all he could think about was Y/N. The look on her face when he’d ended things was burned into his mind. She’d looked so heartbroken, almost as if she was the one who was hurting. Draco knew better than that; he knew he was the one who’d been deceived. He was the one who’d been cheated on, for crying out loud. If anyone was hurting, it was him. 

Every time he saw an orange, her favorite fruit, he’d feel his heart clench. Whenever he’d pass the astronomy tower, he’d be reminded of all their time spent up there. The worst, however, was seeing her in the hallways. It hurt beyond belief to see her with Blaise. It just so happened that every time Draco saw them, Blaise's arm was around her waist. It made him sick to his stomach.

“You feeling alright, Dray?” Pansy inquired, pulling Draco out of his thoughts. He nodded and continued to pick at his shepherd's pie. “You don’t look, alright,” Pansy pushed further. Draco slammed his fist onto the table, making some fellow Slytherins irritated. He ignored them and glared at the girl next to him. “I found out a week ago that my girlfriend of two years has been cheating on me. Sorry, I’m not my usual fucking self,” he snapped. Pansy looked disturbed by his angry outburst and decided to remain silent for the rest of their meal.

Draco remained quiet as well; he didn’t like talking anymore. Hell, he didn’t like doing anything anymore. He felt so empty without her. She gave his life joy. Bullying first years and Harry Potter wasn’t the most fulfilling activity, neither was burying himself in his studies. But when Y/N was present, he was happy; he was important. Without her, he felt worthless. 

Just then, Draco noticed the couple themselves walking towards the doors of the Great Hall. Blaise’s hand was wrapped around Y/N's arm. She looked a bit disgruntled. When the pair passed Draco and Pansy, Y/N made eye contact with the blonde boy. Her eyes seemed sad, pleading almost. This intrigued Draco more than he cared to admit. He watched them leave, waited a few seconds, then stood up from his seat.

“Draco, where are you going? You haven’t finished your dinner,” Pansy whined. He chose to ignore her and follow after his former lover instead. 

When he walked through the doors, he headed for the stairs to the dungeons. He knew Y/N would always go straight to the common room after dinner; he could only hope that was still true. Draco could hear his heartbeat in his ears as he raced down the stone steps. He wasn’t quite sure what had possessed him to follow after the girl who cheated on him, but there he was running after her.

When he got to the bottom of the staircase, he became acutely aware of the lack of people in the Hogwarts basement. Usually, Slytherins would be lurking around every corner, but not tonight. It was too quiet for Draco's liking. He willed himself to calm down. Once he did, he heard the sound of hushed voices coming from his right. He quietly hastened down the dark corridor until he came to the end of it. “Leave me alone,” a familiar voice said. Draco knew it was Y/N, he felt his heart jump upon hearing her, but He stayed hidden behind a wall and urged himself to open his ears to the conversation around the corner.

“You and Parkinson have already ruined my relationship. Can’t you just leave me be now? I thought you were just helping her get those photos; why are you still bothering me?” Y/N asked. She sounded exasperated.

“Pansy did pay me well for those pictures, but I’m afraid I’ve taken a liking to you, sweetheart. You’re just too pretty to pass up.”

After a few beats, Y/N replied with a quiet, “Don’t touch me.” Anger began to boil within Draco, but he didn’t let his presence be known just yet. He wanted to continue eavesdropping on their conversation. 

“What’s wrong, babydoll? Don’t like me?” Blaise asked tauntingly. Draco clenched his fists in an attempt to control his anger. But he knew it was only a matter of time before he lost his temper. 

“Well, no shit Zabini. You fucking assaulted me and—” Y/N was cut off by a loud slap. This set Draco off; he launched himself off the wall and rounded the corner, wand out, and raised. Y/N and Blaise were shocked to see him here, but Blaise quickly masked his surprise and put his hands behind his back.

“Ah, Malfoy. Fancy seeing you here,” he said. Draco stormed up to him and pressed the tip of his wand to Blaise’s throat. He withdrew his hands slowly while staring at the wand, fear in his eyes. “Hey man, what the fuck are you doing?” he asked in a wavery voice.

“Did you hit her?” Draco asked. His voice was dark, his pupils were tiny as he glared at Blaise. The tall boy didn’t reply. Draco pressed his wand further into his neck. “Look at her, Zabini. Her cheek is burning red; I know you see it. So let me ask you again, did you fucking hit her? And don’t lie to me, you piece of shit.” Draco seethed. Y/N watched the exchange between the boys with terror on her face. She felt anything but safe.

Blaise gulped. “She was acting like a bitch,” he shrugged. Draco didn’t hesitate. “Petrificus Totalus!” Blaise fell backward onto the floor with a loud thud; he was now frozen. Draco stood over him, steaming as he tucked his wand into his pocket and reeled back his fist. “Draco, no!” Y/N yelled. But Draco was blind with rage. He rammed his fist into Blaise’s cheek. Y/N cried out for him to stop, but he hit him again and again. Blaise didn't make a peep as he was forced to endure Draco's brutal punches. Y/N looked on with tears streaming down her face. She didn’t try to stop him for fear he would turn on her. 

Once Draco was satisfied with the pulp he had beat Balise into, he released him from his invisible bonds. The boy scrambled to his feet and ran off to the Slytherin common room, not wanting to test Draco’s patience any further. Draco watched him go as he examined the blood on his knuckles. At last, he and Y/N were alone. The blonde boy turned to Y/N. His stomach dropped when he saw her tear stricken face. Her eyes were filled with fear as she peered up at him from her spot on the floor. Draco hesitantly crouched down. 

“Y/N… it’s okay. I’m not gonna hurt you,” he said softly. Y/N began to cry even more. Draco felt his stomach churn with regret, and he opened his mouth to speak but was interrupted by Y/N.

“I didn’t cheat o-on you. Parkinson pu-put Zabini up to it. I didn’t kiss him willingly,” she stuttered, her body still rocking with sobs. Draco felt like a complete arsehole. He should've just let her explain that night. If he would've only heard her out, they could've avoided all of this.

 Draco gently reached out his hand and waited until Y/N placed hers on top of it. He intertwined his fingers with hers. The warmth from her touch was a stark contrast to the icy feeling of his. He pulled her hand close and softly kissed it. “I believe you, love. I’m sorry I didn’t before, but I do now. Please forgive me.”

Y/N rubbed her nose and gradually opened her arms. Draco pulled her into a much-needed hug. He pressed his face into her shoulder and relished in the feeling of her arms around his. Even though it had only been a week, it had felt much longer. So to finally be back in each other’s embrace was like a breath of fresh air.

When they pulled away, Draco caressed her face and, with his thumb, began to wipe the tears from her soft cheeks. He noticed the fading red mark from Blaise’s slap, and he felt his fury begin to return. But Y/N saw this right away. She put her own hands on Draco’s face, forcing him to look her in the eyes. “I’m okay, just a little spooked is all,” she assured him. Draco saw right through her just like she’d seen through him. He knew she was terrified.

“You don’t have to put on a brave face for me, love. You’ve been hurt in so many ways, and I am so sorry. But I’m here now, and I promise you, nobody is going to lay another hand on you, okay? I’ve got you if you'll have me,” Draco said. Y/N smiled and pressed her forehead to his. They remained that way for a few moments before Draco pulled her into his lap. He stroked her hair comfortingly and began to rock her back and forth, calming her remaining tears. 

After a few minutes of this, Y/N turned around in Draco’s grasp. She smiled and reached up to push his hair out of his face. Usually, it would be clean-cut and uniform, but that night’s events had turned it into a messy mop. She chuckled to herself, causing Draco to look at her quizzically. “What?” he asked. Y/N tilted her head and pursed her lips. “You’re just too cute, is all.”

Draco felt blush rush to his cheeks; he buried his face in Y/N’s shoulder yet again. She simply hummed contentedly and pressed a kiss to his head. “I missed you,” she mumbled. Draco lifted his head and placed a tender kiss on her lips. “I missed you too, my lovely.”

“Please don’t break up with me again. I was so sad,” Y/N said with pouty lips. Oh, how Draco had missed those. He leaned in for another kiss. “Don’t worry, I was really lonely without you. You’re stuck with me for the foreseeable future,” Draco declared. Y/N giggled. “Good,” she replied. 

And suddenly...everything was okay again. 

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HI HEY I am bursting into your ask box like Cosmo Kramer busts through his neighbour's door. I'm working quite irregularly through my backlog atm and regret that it's taken this long to get asks to you BUT I submit for your kind consideration the following OC Interview Asks to pass on to Yara my beloved :D (also I send her (and naturally you as well!) an excited wave and like seven thousand cool rocks)

16. Describe your perfect day 21. Describe your ideal partner 31 (freebie)- Tell me about your ideal house. Would it be big? What kind of colours/styles/things would you keep in it?

*first time trying to write her speaking, so sorry if it’s clunky and took a long while! She can be kind of verbose sometimes, Also, small text is quiet mumbling to herself, and bold is louder/more rushed excited speech. Tak tak tak is equivalent to “yes yes” “so” or “well well well”. Yolki-Palki (fir trees-sticks) is a euphemism for “fucking hell”. Sbornaya solyanka (solyanka soup with everything on hand) is an equivalent of “hodgepodge”.

Yara lifts her arm halfway up, more akin to one lifting their hand to ask a question than a wave, and smiles at you. She seems to be hard at work fiddling with something rather small, all the while throwing uncertain ~~bashful~~ glances at the formidable pile of rocks. She takes a deep breath.

“It’s good to see you, Plant. Tea? I have a great fruit one right-“ she seems unsure of how to approach the gift, giving off a slight deer-in-the-headlights feeling, albeit a distinctly pleased one “O - for me? Thank you. I didn’t expect such an addition to my collection- oh, you should see it when it gets organized!” The latter part of the sentence is significantly louder and faster than the rest as she claps her hands together “I’ve acquired a lot of new specimens from my last trip to Orzammar, even got my hands on some very curious raw lyrium…” she gives you a conspiratorial but overly exaggerated wink. She might not be very good at winking “of course, it is not to come into contact with anything, but it’s fascinating..!”

16) “Ah! My perfect day? Tak tak tak.. “ she drums her fingers on the table introspectively before reaching for a journal and leaning back, the next words coming out in a mumble “That’s a lot to fit into 24 hours… or, are you talking daytime? 12 hours, then? A perfect day… perfection is a bit of a difficult concept… Well, Zev would need to be there, of course, and Mishka should come too, and it would need to be somewhere nice - no, that’s too cold, and that’s a bit crowded, and I don’t think they allow dogs after last time- I think the gardens near the central market would do fine, they got some new plants - some quite toxic too ! - and there is the duck family and some of the people who come there are really weird! (Is probably firmly cemented in the neighborhood as one of said people, but the irony is lost on her) Yes, I think he’d like that. That and the more interesting shops…oh, and the fruit tarts! No, Mishka, my perfect day doesn’t include you eating the ducks! You can always make your own list!” The Mabari peeks over her shoulder, and sighs dramatically. He doesn’t have opposable thumbs. “Alright, we can stop by for some treats and take a few toys…Plus, I think this alleyway is quite infamous for murders lately, so that’s always fun!! To solve I mean. Or commit. Both is good..” she grins to herself ……at this point, it looks like she’s building a schedule. There is a murder slot. It’s a pretty big one. Mishka seems pretty excited about it.

21) “Oh, I already have one! Elvhen, Antivan, about 165 centimetres…no, that doesn’t seem right, I mean… that’s not..” There is a period of silence as her face appears to take on a grim expression, offset only by its clear shift to a bright red hue as she glances towards the other room. “He’s perfect, but I’m not sure how to put it into words. I haven’t ever thought about that kind of thing… he’s … he’s fun, and smart, and skilled in a scary amount of things, and takes things lightly and in stride. and …he cares, y’know? I s’pose that’s what caught me off guard the first time.” She fiddles with the knife in her hands some more, contemplating her answer “His position was complete garbage, y’see, but he still tried to have the best time he could, and he was very… straightforward in some ways…. Kind, even. T’ be honest, I didn’t get that at all” she chuckles, desperate to hide her embarrassment “Especially towards me. Other people I can understand, admire, even, but he just… spoke his mind when it counted, consequences be damned, and made sure everything was alright, despite everything… I know the feeling, and the conditions, and it’s hard to care about anything , much less so others. I’m … unsure of whether that answers your question.” She now seems genuinely amused. “Yolki-palki, leave it to moi to fall for an assassin’s kindness of all things. He made such a funny face when I told him, too… in my defence, the ~seduction~ went right over my head the first time and he’s wonderful and really should’ve seen it coming..”

31) “I’d say the place is pretty big.. it’s got a solarium, and a library, and some Knick knacks we picked up on the road..” it is unclear if she means the move, the travelling, or their journey through Ferelden as the road, but by the looks of it, it is a bit of everything. Weaponry and gems, among other things, appear as exhibits visible almost everywhere throughout the house. A wide smile precedes her next words “ a garden, too, and we’ve even managed to start up something of a brewing business. Plenty of room for ingredients. Style wise, well, it’s a sbornaya solyanka to be sure. We haven’t changed too much” she shifts in her seat. While the place does appear to house quite a few out-of-place items seemingly either handmade or closer to the Renaissance styling, both older and newer, clearly added in rather recently, the home appears to have been designed in a pretty consistent Gothic styling. “- it was a gift from an … old benefactor.”

After adding a few finishing touches, Yara sets a whittled figurine of a serpent down on the table , sliding it towards you :)

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Ma Petite Chérie: Christmas Now (Harry Styles x fem!Reader)

Read more from this little universe, Ma Petite Chérie, in my masterlist!

Word Count: 3.7k

Summary: Their first Christmas as a family of four. Underwhelming gifts, naughty kitchen counter shenanigans, being suspicious of Santa Claus, baby kissies, oat milk. 

Author’s Note: Baby bub is here! I’ve been so excited to finally be able to write about them, and I’m even more excited that you all get to read about them! This is the second part of my Christmas bits for this year. Unlike the last one, this one is obnoxiously adorable and no where near as upsetting (I really hurt my own feelings with that one). Reblogs, likes, tags, and feedback of any kind is always greatly appreciated! If you don’t see me before the year is up, I want to wish you a Happy New Year! Enjoy, take care, and tpwk.

“Two.”

“No. One.”

“Two.”

“One.”

“Four.”

“Now that’s just bein’ greedy,” Harry spoke in a wounded tone with his brows furrowed together as if he were genuinely offended.

“But if Santa’s coming tonight and bringing more presents, why can’t I open these ones right now?”

Tallulah was on her knees in front of the sofa, fingers laced together with her chin resting on top of them. She was quite literally begging her father, who sat above her with one leg crossed over the other and an arm slung around his wife, to allow her to open the gifts that were prematurely nestled underneath the festive fir tree in their living room. Well, they weren’t married yet, but Harry couldn’t help that he preferred how the word felt rolling off of his tongue than “fiance.”

“Because they’re Christmas presents,” he stressed.

“Makes no sense t’ open them the day before.”

His freshly six-year-old daughter clearly didn’t like that answer - the pouty jut on her lip and subsequent huff told Harry all he needed to know.

“I already told ya, sweet pea. You can open one tonight. That’s it. The rest are for tomorrow.”

“Fiiiiiine,” the small girl said, although it was implied in her tone that it very much was not.

Tallulah hobbled over to the tree whilst still on her knees, and began riffling through the small litter of perfectly wrapped boxes to inspect which one would elicit the most satisfaction on her end. She seemed keen on a rather large one, decorated with tartan print and a red gift tag that read, “To: Lulah, From: Daddy & Mummy.” What she hadn’t realized, though, was that Harry had already made the selection for her. 

“Not tha’ one,” Harry reprimanded over the steaming mug of coffee in the hand that wasn’t rubbing circles on Y/N’s shoulder.

He typically strayed away from caffeine this late in the evening, but he knew he was in for a long night of waiting up until Tallulah was fast asleep so he could take on the role of Santa and deliver all of the gifts he had promised her for being good enough to make an appearance on the Nice List. Knowing how much shit he had packed in his office that stayed locked this time of year, he really wasn’t sure how he was going to do it successfully.

Another exasperated sigh left his eldest child’s lips, to which she replied, “But this one’s the biggest.”

“But it’s not the one we want yeh t’ open, Lulah. ‘S the one with polar bears on it,” Harry stated, though not with full confidence.

“It is the one with polar bears on it, right?” he whispered to Y/N.

This earned a laugh from Y/N, who muttered a quiet, “Yes,” in return. She laid her head in the crook of Harry’s neck, basking in the warmth that radiated from his body. He smelled like cinnamon and the nutmeg-flavored coffee beans he’d ground up just a few minutes before, and maybe a hint like baby barf.

Tallulah scavenged the space under the tree like a predator hunting its prey - all on the lookout for the present fitting the description Harry had given her. Harry and Y/N found themselves thoroughly entertained by watching her overturn almost every gift, and shared a similar giggle when she narrowed in on the box in question before letting out a victorious, “Aha!” into the room only lit by a firelog in the chimney.

“Grab the one for Olive too, please. Don’t want her feelin’ left out,” Harry called out to Talulah. 

“Okay, daddy!”

Her small arms stretched to the limit, trying to grab both packages without toppling over onto the others. Tallulah noted that they both felt the exact same underneath the wrapping paper, only her baby sister’s was much smaller than the one addressed to her.

“They feel like clothes,” Tallulah stated matter-of-factly as she took back her place on the floor with both presents in hand.

Harry sighed, leaning down to rest his mug near his feet against the sofa.

“Good grief. Just open it, will yeh?”

She needed no further instruction. Her fingers dug into the paper, piercing it with her nails and ruining the pastel blue parchment that was covered in dozens of cartoon polar bears partaking in various yoga poses. When Tallulah was able to tear the gift away from its wrapping, her hands grasped something soft.

“It’s....pajamas.”

Her tone was flat and unamused. Harry sensed her disappointment, though in his heart he certainly felt like he’d done a great job concocting his plan to have her open this particular gift on Christmas Eve.

“Yeah, but they’re Christmas pajamas. Don’t yeh want t’ look nice when Santa comes to visit tonight?”

This seemed to...disturb Tallulah. That was really the only way to describe how she looked at her dad - with her eyebrows scrunched up and her normally-plush lips pressed together in a thin line.

“...He’s gonna come in my room when I’m sleeping?”

Y/N hadn’t meant to, but a loud cackle erupted from her chest, which jostled the four-month-old baby girl that had the beginnings of sleepiness settling into her body. In contrast to the laugh from Y/N, Olive let out the tiniest of shrills, obviously upset that her mother had interupted the peacefulness she’d felt whilst being curled up against her chest.

“Oh, I’m so sorry, bubby,” Y/N cooed quitely, quickly moving to pat her daughter’s bum and comfort her.

“Mummy didn’t mean to wake you up.” 

Y/N pressed a quick kiss to the sparse tufts of hair atop Olive’s head before returning her attention back to Tallulah.

“Lulah, I promise you that Santa will not come in your room while you’re sleeping. What your dad means,” she snuck a glance in Harry’s direction in which he smirked back at her, “Is that you want to look nice on Christmas morning, don’t you? You know Nana’s gonna take a thousand pictures of you and Olive tomorrow, so now you don’t have to change when she gets here, yeah?”

Tallulah nodded, though it didn’t do much to lift her spirits. She fumbled the cream-colored thermal set adorned with gold stars between her fingers, the motion she was always somehow doing whether it be to her dad’s t-shirt while she laid next to him during a movie, Y/N’s lotus pendant when she was smaller and could fit on her chest, or otherwise.

“Plus,” Y/N added, a hint of irony in her voice, “I’d imagine the presents Santa’s going to bring you are much less boring than this.”

They shared a knowing smile, Tallulah’s cheeks growing rosey and her eyes twinkling at the mention of the magical, bearded man.

“I’m offended,” Harry scoffed.

“Really thought those pajamas were proper cute.”

“They are cute, daddy!” Tallulah chimed in, “I like them a lot. Thank you.”

It appeared that the young girl had realized her moping about not receiving the nail polish kit she’d asked for didn’t do her any good. And whether Harry was joking about being upset or not, she’d never want to hurt her dad’s feelings. He’d raised her too kindly to do otherwise.

“You’re welcome, bug,” Harry smiled at her.

“Let’s help Olive open hers, yeah?”

“I bet it’s pajamas,” Tallulah mumbled under her breath.

That earned her a light tug on one of her two braided plaits on her head from Harry. The two of them chuckled at each other, their faces almost looking like identical portraits of each other.

“Humor me for a second then, Lulah. ‘S your sister’s first Christmas.”

Tallulah scoots over on the floor to stand on her knees, this time by Y/N’s legs as she turned Olive around to sit up straight in her lap. Olive, who was once determined to fall asleep right there on the couch beside her mum and dad, was now awake and had taken an interest in the crinkling sound of the wrapping paper on the gift her big sister placed on top of her chunky thighs.

“Here, Livvy,” Tallulah cooed, “You tear it like this.”

She tried to show Olive how to tear away the present by ripping it halfway open, but her effort proved to be unsuccessful the second Olive managed to get her fingers around a scrap of paper and immediately placed it in her mouth. It appeared that Olive was much more interested in the gift wrap than she was her early Christmas present.

“Well, there goes that,” Harry said as he fetched the then soggy parchment from his infant daughter’s lips, making somewhat of a disgusted face as he wiped the excess drool on the leg of his pants.

Tallulah takes the honor of opening Olive’s present for her, and is unable to stop herself from rolling her eyes when her eyes meet a set of thermal pajamas like the ones she’d just received herself, only Olive’s were green with tiny, silver stars. She’d parted her lips to make an undoubtedly flippant comment, but Harry cut her off before she even had the chance to mutter the first syllable.

“Don’t do it, stink head,” Harry quipped, reaching for the discarded paper that was scattered on the rug beneath him so he could put it in the bin later.

“How about you go put on your lovely new pajamas so we can get everything set up f’ Santa to come, alright?”

“Okayyyyyy,” the small girl grumbled before snatching the thermal set from the floor and darting off to her room.

“That didn’t really go the way I hoped,” Harry mumbled as he reached over to take Olive from Y/N.

“It’s Christmas, baby,” Y/N reminded him.

“Kids want toys, not pajamas.”

“Yeah but,” Harry focused his attention at worming the tight-fitting pajamas up his baby girl’s abnormally chubby legs.

“’S what mum used t’ do for us when we were little. Always got pajamas on Christmas Eve. Figured it’d be nice t’ do it for the girls, too.”

“It is sweet, Harry. Just wouldn’t expect a six-year-old to be that enthused about it,” Y/N snickered.

Harry hummed in agreement, his tongue poked out as he fed Olive’s arm into the tight sleeve of her top, struggling a bit to get her balled up fist through the other side.

“Ahh, there we go. Thank god ya only have t’ wear these tomorrow, Chunk. They’ll be too snug by next week.”

“Leave my fat baby alone,” Y/N scolded.

“There’s nothing wrong with being well fed,” she added, leaning over to lightly pinch on her daughter’s round tummy in an attempt to get her to smile at her.

A gummy grin took over Olive’s features at the sight of her mother, a true mummy’s girl at heart. She was much like Tallulah in many ways, but so different at the same time. Olive was still nearly bald, whereas Tallulah’s hair grew like a sprout when she was Olive’s age. Tallulah had always been teeny tiny, no doubt due to her premature birth, and Olive clearly made up in weight for what Tallulah lacked when she was a baby. They both loved cuddles with Harry and listening to the sound of his voice as they fell asleep, but it always puzzled him when Olive didn’t respond to some of his antics in the way that Tallulah had. 

“‘M not bein’ mean. I’d jump on the chance to suck on your tits all day if I could, too.”

“Har-” Y/N began to reprimand him about how she can’t say that because there are little ears in the room, but was stopped short.

“I’m back! Can we set out the cookies now?”

Tallulah breathed heavily as if she just sprinted a marathon into the living room. 

“Sure can,” Harry responded.

“Come tell Livvy good night first, though. Mummy’s gotta feed her and put her t’ bed.”

She smiled at the mention of her little sister, whom she was always keeping at an arm’s reach. If Tallulah was awake, she was in the same room as Olive. It made Harry’s heart ache in the best way to watch the two of them interact with each other. The feeling he felt when he first saw Olive in Tallulah’s arms at the hospital never subsided. He was absolutely besotted for his girls.

“Bonne nuit, ma petite soeur,” Tallulah whispered to Olive, reaching down to hug her sister and kiss the crown of her head, which she happily accepted in the form of weaving her pudgy fingers into Tallulah’s braids and pulling them rather harshly.

Before he handed her off to Y/N to be fed and put down for the night, he gave Olive a kiss of his own.

“Bonne nuit, ma petite chérie.”

//

“‘How do you know Santa likes oat milk? Did he tell you that? Luna at school told me he likes chocolate almond milk.’ What kinda shit is that?!” Harry exclaimed with a mouth full of sugar cookie and in the quietest voice he could muster.

He’d just spent the last hour with Y/N, silently digging Tallulah’s gifts from Santa out of his office and placing them underneath the tree. Thankfully, he hadn’t tripped over his own feet and woken her up or else he would have cried right there on the spot.

All Y/N could do was giggle back at him from where she sat on top of the counter, bare legs swinging as she had a mouthful of the very same oat milk in question swishing in her mouth.

“She’s asking too many questions n’ I don’t like it one bit.”

“Think she’s just growing up, babe. The magic doesn’t last forever. She’s about at that age. Probably only have one or two more Christmases before she figures it out.”

Harry stared at the remaining half of the frosted cookie Tallulah left for Santa in his palm, eyes quiet and sullen.

“Don’t like that one bit, either,” he muttered.

“I know you don’t, bubby,” Y/N cooed, pulling Harry into her so he stood between her parted legs on the countertop.

“But you’ve still got Olive.”

He seemed to perk up at that, looking up at her through thick lashes with a smirk.

“Just Olive? We stoppin’ there?”

“I mean,” Y/N pursed her lips.

“Wouldn’t mind trying for a boy.”

Harry placed his hands on either side of her thighs, stroking her skin with his thumbs.

“Might not happen on the first go, though,” he tisked.

“Could take havin’ a few more for that t’ happen. Yeh alright with that?”

“As long as you’re not tired of me by then, then sure,” Y/N jested.

“’M never gonna be tired of you.”

He leaned in close to her, touching his forehead to hers. He was a split second away from kissing her, but then Y/N spoke up again.

“Harry,” she called out.

“Hmm,” Harry’s voice oozed with desire and darkness beginning to turn his eyes a deep shade of juniper.

“Can I please have a bite of your cookie?”

He softly bumped his forehead against hers as they both broke out into a fit of chuckles.

“Allumeuse,” Harry uttered, raising the sickeningly sweet cookie to her lips.

She chewed the baked good tantilizingly slow, making a scene of rolling her eyes back and moaning as if the taste was euphoric.

“Tu aimes ça,” she snided.

“Je fais.”

The two sat in silence after that, finishing up what was left of the small plate of sweets Tallulah had left by the chimney. It wasn’t often that the house was this quiet. Normally, there was a crying Olive to attend to or a needy Tallulah begging for one of them to get more paper out of Harry’s office printer so she could draw pictures of the plants in their garden out back. It would have been eerie, had the multi-colored lights from their Christmas tree not illuminated the majority of their open living space. The twinkling bulbs brought a sense of peacefulness about them. Maybe it was the season, or maybe it was because they’d been feeling so grateful for their small family as of late.

“Honey,” Harry broke the silence.

“What?” she looked up from where she’d been fussing with the hem of her shorts decorated with tiny snowflakes.

“Yeh got a little,” he gestured to her mouth before bringing his thumb to the corner of Y/N’s mouth.

Harry swiped a rogue dollop of blue frosting that rested there and pressed it onto her tongue. She wrapped her lips around his digit, sucking lightly to remove the sticky icing from his skin. Her eyes met his, not once straying as he applied just the slightest bit more of pressure with his thumb. He noted the way her breathing slowed and how she gently shuddered when he tightened the grip of her jaw with the rest of his fingers.

“So pretty,” he purred, marveling at the sight in front of him.

God, how Harry wished it weren’t just his finger resting on the soft, welcoming warmth of her tongue.

Y/N slid off his thumb with a calculated pop of her lips, licking them to ensure she’d rid herself completely of any stray crumbs.

“Kissy?” she posed, smirking.

“I’d be pretty rotten if I said no,” Harry replied before pressing his mouth against hers.

She wrapped her arms around him, forcing him to stand flush against the counter and even closer to her body. He teased her with this tongue, gliding it along the plush skin of the inside of her lip. Y/N welcomed him and parted her lips enough for Harry to get through. Both of them taste the saccharine remnants of the cookies they’d shared, and soon all that’s heard in the house are the suckling noises and heavy pants coming from Harry and Y/N. It’s not loud enough to be a disturbance, but it’s just enough to have them both yearning for more.

“Talk t’ me, lapine,” Harry broke away from her for long enough to mumble one sentence, still pressed against her lips.

“Tell me what yeh want.”

“Want you,” Y/N said in a shaky exhale, chasing Harry’s mouth to reconnect with her own.

“Yeah?” he taunted.

“Want me right here in the kitchen?”

“Ideally, no. But I wouldn’t stop you.”

She parted her legs even wider, attempting to rut against the thick fabric of Harry’s fleece sweatpants. Her center met something stiff and Harry pulled her even closer by the flesh of both bum cheeks, massaging them with his massive palms in a manner that he knew drove her mad.

“That’d be pretty naughty of us, wouldn’t it? Not sure if Santa would approve of that one.”

Before she’s given a chance to respond, Harry snuck his hand between their thighs and began softly petting Y/N over her shorts. Her head fell back in pleasure, temporarily detaching her lips from Harry’s. She knows she can’t make a single sound or else she’ll wake up the entire house so she just sits there with her brows furrowed, silently gasping and letting these sweet, broken moans spill from her throat that spur Harry on even further.

“Can feel you even through your fuckin’ shorts, Y/N,” he grunted, slowing grinding against his own palm that was the only thing separating him from her heat.

This time, it’s Y/N that reached between them, feeling for the stifness that lies between his legs. She wraps her fingers around him through his sweatpants, leisurely tugging at his cock. Harry’s all but forced to begin sucking on the sensitive skin of her neck to keep himself from crying out at the contact, working at blossoming deep lilac and mulberry colored bruises there.

“Bet you could cum just like this, couldn’t you?” he muffles into her collarbone.

Y/N hummed, crossing her legs around Harry’s back as he began to focus his attention to rubbing her clit over the material of her shorts.

“Bet you could too,” she whined.

“’S that what you want, hm? Want me t’ make you cum without even touchin’ you right?”

“‘M not gonna have a choice if you don’t do something else pretty soon.”

She sped up the work she’s doing near Harry’s crotch, paying mind to what she can make of his tip between his boxers. With her thumb, she rubbed expert circles around him, massaging him in the way that he’s doing to her. Both of them could feel it, the slow build up of pressure deep in their abdomen - a coil winding tighter and tight with the threat of snapping.

“Fuckin’ hell, Y/N.”

He was biting her neck now, completely consumed by the feeling of both the damp patch seeping through Y/N’s shorts and onto his fingers and the precum dripping onto her more delicate ones through his sweatpants.

In an attempt to not embarass himself like a horny teenager, Harry withdrew his hand from in between her thighs and places it around her bum all in the same breath. Y/N sighed defeatedly at the loss of friction against the place she needed it most, dropping her head into Harry’s shoulder and whining rather noisily. Before she even has the chance to curse him for stopping, he scooped her off the counter with all of his strength and began walking both of them to their bedroom so he could fuck her properly.

Their lips detach when Harry drops her onto the bed and a woosh of air leaves the down comforter, causing the hem of Y/N’s top to fly up and expose her tummy. She still wore the deep, almost-metallic stretch marks she’d acquired when she was pregnant with Olive, but it wasn’t with shame. Her and Harry had a talk not that long ago about how much he loved them because it reminded him of how much he cherished watching his baby girl grow before she made her grand, earthside appearance. She’d not mentioned the slightest bit of disdain for them after that.

Just as Harry tugged his jumper over his head and threw it off somewhere that he’d worry about in the morning, his eyes caught the digital clock that rested on the wooden night stand on his side of the bed.

“’S past midnight,” he said with a lopsided grin, climbing on top of the girl he vowed to spend his last dying breath beside.

“Yeah?” Y/N asked, for the life of her unable to understand why that was relevant when just minutes ago, he was rutting into her hands and aching for release.

“Yeah,” Harry smiled against her lips.

He pulled up once more to add, “Happy Christmas.”

She had half the mind to smack him, but all she did was shake her head and smile.

“Happy Christmas, Harry. Will you please fuck me now?”

“Think I can manage that.”

It was the first of many Christmas presents for Y/N.

[writingsnmusings]

Lover

pairing: captain syverson x reader

summary: your man is finally back home after months of being away and he can’t help but want to make things official. based off of taylor swift’s lover.

a/n: here’s the very requested part two! i hope i make you all happy with this follow up and the first part will be linked here. credit for the use of the name ‘logan’ goes to @littlefreya​! 

we could leave the christmas light up till january

this is our place, we make the rules

Excited wasn't even the word to describe how you were feeling. Logan’s flight was set to land at 11PM and of course you were just thirty minutes early. Sitting and pacing your living room as the clock ticked away wasn't doing you any good.

There weren’t many people in the airport, mostly employees and what looked like businessmen catching late/early flights. You shifted in your chair for the thousandth time and looked towards the arrival gate to see a crowd of men walking through.

All in various states of tiredness and army colored garb. You jumped from your chair as you spotted the one man you’ve been waiting seven months for. Logan caught your eye the moment you stepped into view. He adjusted the backpack on his shoulder as he weaved his way through the men, his eyes only on you.

Logan scooped you up and spun in a circle. You threw your arms around his neck and couldn’t help the sob that ripped through you. Happy tears, you promised. His large hands gripped your waist as he set you down and you two finally made eye contact.

“I kept my promise, I came back.” His voice sounded so different from the late night phone calls. No static or cutting out.

You nodded with tears in your eyes, “I never doubted you would.”

“Let’s go home, sweetheart.”

You don’t remember the drive, but you remembered that you stared at Syverson the entire time. He insisted on driving, saying he needed to drive his truck again. You couldn’t argue, you were just happy he was back in your sights.

The walk into the apartment was a mess; you two were stumbling for different reasons. Logan because you were clinging to him like a koala and you because you refused to let go of his waist. You didn’t want to not be touching him again.

“You kept the christmas tree up,” He mused, eyes lighting up at the green fir in the corner of the living room. “Christmas was three weeks ago.”

You felt yourself become shy under his gaze. You stood next to the tree and watched as he looked from you to the stack of gifts at your feet.

“Those for me?”

Nodding, you pointed to the couch before grabbing the wrapped presents and sitting next to him. “I couldn’t not buy you things. I knew you’d be home eventually to open them.”

A sad smile crossed his face as he spoke, “I’m sorry I couldn’t be here then.”

“We don’t have to talk about that, c’mon,” You were desperate to change the subject as you put a large box in his hand.

i take this magnetic force of a man to be my lover

my hearts been borrowed and yours has been blue

It only took Logan Syverson a year and a half to bite the bullet and go buy a ring. A white gold pear-shaped 1 carat was burning a whole in his pocket the entire dinner.

“The nurses area was so unorganized I got a headache looking at it so I just-” You stopped your story when you noticed Logan nervously fidgeting with his napkin. “Baby, you alright?”

Logan’s head snapped up to you with wide eyes, “Huh?”

You giggled at his expression and repeated your question which only made him more visibly nervous. Aika picked her head up from her dog bed in the corner as if she could sense her owners emotions. The german shepard arrived at your door a few days after Logan came back, said she was his best girl back there and he needed to bring her home with him. Who were you to refuse such a cute face?

In the short time you looked at Aika, Logan had stood up and got down on one knee at your side. You couldn’t help the gasp that escaped you; your hand coming up to clutch your heart as he spoke those four words.

You couldn’t form words and only nodded as the wide grin spread across your mans face. “Yeah? That a yes?”

“Yes! Of course, yes!” You pushed yourself into his arms as he stood up himself. You two laughed when Aika jumped up and barked, seemingly understanding what just happened. The ring was slipped on your finger and it was a perfect fit.

Logan cupped your face and kissed you like his life depended on it. You didn’t know it at the time, but you just made him the happiest man on earth. You wrapped your arms around his waist and just hugged him; physical touch was both of your love languages and it couldn’t have worked out better.

“Guess we gotta start planning, huh?” Logan asked.

“We need to call your mom before we do anything else.” You were already making a mental list of who to call and text, planning your facebook announcement down to which pictures of the ring you’d take. Your thoughts were interrupted by Logan’s gruff voice.

“I love you, Y/N Syverson.” You could practically hear the smile he wore.

“I love you too, Captain.”

can we always be this close forever and ever?

[scapegrace74-blog]

Ginger Snap, Chapter 5

A/N  Know what this fic needs?  More Geillis.  No really, I think you guys are going to like where I’m going with this.   Just bear with me.   Only one more chapter to go after this one, plus an epilogue.   Thanks for coming on the journey with me!  With due credit to Sia, this chapter’s title is Fire, Meet Gasoline.

Previous chapters are best enjoyed on my AO3 page, because I have a bad habit of going back and editing them after they’ve been posted.

Geillis Duncan drove much the way she approached life, which was to say without much regard for rules and at white-knuckle speed.  I gripped her Range Rover’s leather cushion and swallowed any exclamations of dismay as we ricocheted through Edinburgh’s late afternoon traffic.  When we finally slid into an underground parking spot and emerged into the bustling festivity of the Princes Street Christmas Market, I felt the tension of imminent disaster abandon my shoulders.

“Where to first, then?” Geillis asked, looking far too animated by the prospect of accompanying someone while they did their Christmas shopping.

Geillis and I had kept in touch and met for coffee a few times over the past months.  When I explained that I wouldn’t be taking any more cooking classes at Ginger Snap because Jamie was giving me at-home lessons, her reaction was a moonbeam grin.

“Look at ye, wee vixen!  I ne’er wouldha thought ye had it in ya, Claire.  Tho I canna say as I blame ye.”

No matter how much I protested that I was together with Frank and that my relationship with Jamie was purely professional, she refused to believe me.  The ongoing absence of a ring from my left hand didn’t help.

“Now,” Geillis exclaimed once we’d taken in the sights and sounds of the market, “let’s have a keek at yer list.  Where should we start?”

I pulled out my phone and opened the Notes app.  As she read, my friend’s nose wrinkled in confusion.

“Trouser socks, shoe stays, Moleskine notebook, Rive Gauche...  who are ye shopping for, yer grandparents?”

“No,” I protested.  “The first three are for Frank.  The perfume is for me.”

When I explained that Frank had made a list of the items he would like to give me for Christmas, Geillis grew incensed.

“Ye mean he has ye doin’ his gift buying fer him?  Tha’s the least romantic thing I’ve e’er heard.  Do ye even like Rive Gauche, Claire?  And dinna lie tae me, fer I can read yer feelings all o’er yer face.”

Truthfully, I didn’t much care for the flowery scent.  My personal taste ran more towards woodsy or herbaceous aromas.  But it was Frank’s favourite, and it pleased me to please him.  Or it had.  I was beginning to wonder when it would be my turn to please myself.

“Right,” Geillis interrupted my thoughts.  “Marks and Sparks will do jes fine for yer wee granny list.   And then you and I are going shopping fer yer real gift.”

Geillis was a force to be reckoned with in a retail environment.  She navigated like a guided missile from one department to the next.   Twenty minutes later, we were back on the pavement, which glistened with the colourful reflections of decorations strung above.

“Your car is the other way,” I explained as Geillis turned left.

“Aye, tis, but our destination is right o’er here.  House of Fraser.  See?  Tis practically calling yer name, Claire.”

Inside the venerable old building was an astonishing multi-tiered arcade reaching over five stories to a massive skylit ceiling.  The central space was dominated by a fifteen metre-high Christmas tree (a Fraser fir, of course) and every archway of every arcade was dripping with lights.  The impression was like stepping into a Fabergé egg.

Geillis dragged me, slack-jawed, towards the ladies’ wear section.  Circling the racks like a hawk on the wind, she eyed my body, sizing me up quite literally, then thrust several pieces into my hands.

“Geillis,” I hissed, wary of the sales staff hovering nearby, no doubt smelling an excessive commission in the offing.  “I don’t need a new outfit.  And I certainly don’t need,” I shook the garments in question, “something like this.  Wherever would I wear it?”

“Well, fer starters, ye’d wear it tae dinner t’night.  I dinna wish tae offend ye, Claire, but I canna in good conscience allow ye tae set foot in the Timberyard dressed fer a job interview as a primary school teacher.”

With that she shoved me in the direction of the changing rooms.  Deciding to humour her, I was unbuttoning my top when two lacy bits of nothing came flying over the door.

“Start wi’ these.  And dinna think I willna notice if ye’re no’ wearing them!”

I stripped down to my panties, bemusedly wondering how she knew my exact bra size. 

Upon seeing me exit the dressing room in her choice of clothing, Geillis let out a squeal of delight.   She insisted I rip out the tags and leave the store wearing my new outfit, declaring it was her Christmas gift to me.  

I felt tremendously self-conscious as we walked towards the restaurant.  The aubergine velvet jeans clung to my legs in an unfamiliar way and the black turtleneck, while technically not revealing, hinted at kink with its many heavy zippers and fastenings.  Together with my unruly hair, unstraightened for once, I felt like another woman entirely.  I didn’t recognize her, but I felt like she might be someone I’d like to get to know.

The Timberyard was a modern restaurant in a rugged old warehouse, not far from the farmer’s market I’d visited with Jamie.  We were joined there by several of Geillis’ friends, and we ate, drank and laughed until my sides were sore. 

As I wobbled to the loo, I noticed the bartender following me with an appreciative gaze.  It had been a long time since a man had looked at me that way, and it gave me a guilty thrill.

We left the restaurant just before midnight. I pulled Geillis into an impulsive hug.

“Wha’ was that for, hen?” she asked.

“Nothing.  Everything.  Just, thank you for being you, Geil.”

“Och, tis my pleasure, lass.  I only want tae see ye happy.  Now, what do ye say to a digestif?”

After only a slight protest on my part, the two of us piled into an Uber.  Our destination was another restaurant, this time in a converted whisky warehouse by the harbour in Leith.  It was well past last sitting, but when I mentioned this to Geillis she explained away my concern. 

“I ken the owner, who’s also the chef.  Tis a popular spot fer locals in the restaurant scene tae meet after they close up fer a few drinks afore heading home tae their beds.”

Inside, the walls were rough stone, supported in places by industrial metal beams.  The kitchen was open to the main dining area, and I grinned as I thought of Frank’s strong opinion on the matter.  Near the back of the room, lit by dim naked bulbs and the glow from several open fireplaces, was a huge square table surrounded by nearly twenty chairs upholstered in bright yellow plaid.  Around the table was gathered a motley assortment of men and women, all talking and laughing and sipping on a variety of drinks.  And in their midst, his copper hair shining in the firelight, sat Jamie.

A shout went up from the table as Geillis approached.  I hung back, tugging at the hem of my new turtleneck as though I could stretch it to cover my arse.  Besides Jamie, I recognized Jenny, Angus and Murtagh, but I only had eyes for the big ginger chef.  He sat at one corner, probably in deference to his long legs which were stretched out before him, wrapped in black denim.  A black leather jacket hung over the chair behind him.  He looked dangerous.  It was a very good look for him.

Dragging me by the elbow, Geillis nudged and bumped Angus to one side despite his vulgar protests, then practically pushed me down into the chair directly next to the chef.  With a smug smile of satisfaction, she then retired to the opposite side of the table.

I looked anywhere but directly at Jamie, but I could feel his butane eyes on me.  I was certain he would scorch right through my outer layers and down to where Geillis’ choice in lingerie burned against my tender skin.  The noise from the rest of the table faded away.

“Ye look bonnie t’night, Arsonist.”  His voice was low and gruff and it sent a quickening through my veins.

“Thank you, Jamie. It was Geillis’ Christmas gift to me, and I feel, well... let’s just say it isn’t my usual look.”

“It suits ye, I think.”  He reached out and lightly touched the silver tab of a zipper that ended near my wrist, setting it swinging.  I swallowed and looked frantically around.  Several open bottles of liquor stood nearby. Grabbing the nearest one, I poured myself a generous serving and knocked it back, all in one go.  I tried to steady my breathing.

“Look, Jamie...”

Just then a blond man in chef’s whites called to Jamie from across the table.  An exchange involving a lot of Scottish cursing and an off-colour reference to someone’s lobster pot ensued.  I tried to convince myself I needed to leave.  It was late, I was half-drunk, and whatever I intended to say to Jamie should definitely wait for another moment.  Maybe never.

A hand on my thigh broke my preoccupation.

“Sorry, Arsonist, ye were sayin’ something?”

I wet my lips, frantically trying to recall anything but the feeling of Jamie’s strong fingers, stroking me through the velvet of my jeans.

“I...”

At that moment, the woman on Jamie’s far side broke into song.  The rest of the table cheered and clapped along, and it was impossible to hear anything except the concussive pounding of my heart against my eardrums.

Jamie grabbed my clammy hand.

“Come wi’ me,” he instructed, grabbing our outerwear and pulling me towards the door.  Geillis watched our departure with all the excitement of a child on Christmas morning.

Outside the air was dense and cold, a briny slap after the stuffy warmth of the restaurant.  Jamie obviously had a destination in mind, and we walked hand-in-hand along the cobbled streets for several minutes before finally emerging at the port.  A jetty struck out into the inky sea, and it was there that we ended up.  Besides a few gulls and the winking of a nearby lighthouse, we were all alone.  The sodium street lights caught Jamie’s curls and made them burn.

“Forgive me, Arsonist.  I couldna hear myself think in there.  Tho, come tae think of it, tis no’ much better now.”  Rather than release me, as he spoke Jamie stroked my hand, running calloused fingers over each vein and every knuckle.  I don’t think he even realized he was doing it, but it stole every thought from my head.

“No ring,” he remarked, stroking the finger in question.

“No,” I whispered in response.  

And then it burst out of me, like a tidal wave of feeling that I never saw coming.  I told him everything.  My childhood roaming the globe with my uncle, pre-occupied and rootless, dreaming of stability.  Meeting Frank at Harvard, and realizing that he represented all the things that my life to date had lacked: structure, security, a solid foundation, a home.  And how it took moving to Scotland and coming into contact with a group of near-strangers to make me realize that the price I had paid for that stability was higher than I’d ever imagined.  I’d given up my dream of becoming a doctor. I’d become so lost in Frank’s vision of who I should be that I’d almost lost sight of who I actually was.

By the time the flood of words left me, I was in Jamie’s arms, crying into his leather jacket.  He hushed me with quiet murmurs and languorous stroking of my hair, as one would a child who has woken from a nightmare.

I stepped out of his embrace and rubbed my sleeve across my face.  I must have looked an absolute mess, but he still watched me with those earnest, patient eyes.

“I’m sorry,” I began, “I don’t know what...”

“Claire,” he interrupted.  I’d never before realized just how many consonants were in my given name.  “Ye dinna need tae apologize tae me.  But ye may want tae consider an apology tae yerself.”  At my raised eyebrow, he continued.

“I’m no’ the kind of man tae tell another what they should and shouldna do.  But ye strike me as someone who’s made decisions fer the right reasons, yet ended up in the wrong place.”  Here he paused, as though carefully weighing his words.  “There’s no sin in changin’ yer mind, Arsonist.  Tis very well tae be hungry, so long as ye ken what ye hunger for.”

“And what do you hunger for, James Fraser?”  The provocative words had left my lips before I had the chance to censor them.  His answer came in the form of a blistering look that left no doubt as to its meaning.  Then he gathered himself, banking the fire I’d unconsciously ignited.

“Many things.  Regular, ordinary things, mostly.  My family’s health and happiness.  A faster bike.  My own restaurant.”

“Like Tom’s there?” I asked, gesturing towards the harbour.

“Och, Tom is a braw chef, and worthy o’ every accolade tha’s been showered upon him.  But the hospitality scene in Edinburgh is cut-throat, an’ suitable locations cost a fortune.  Nah, Jenny and I want tae buy back our childhood home in the Highlands.  Tis called Lallybroch, and when our Da passed, our Mam sold it tae her brother.  We’d turn it inta a country inn, wi’ Jenny running the lodging side o’ things and I the dining.  Tha’s the dream anyway,” he ended with a shrug.

I rested my hand on his forearm.  “That sounds like a wonderful plan, Jamie.”

Before he could reply, an enormous yawn burst from my lungs.

“Time tae get ye home tae yer bed, Arsonist,” Jamie grinned.   “Come, I’ll give ye a ride.”

“Wait, haven’t you been drinking?” I inquired as we walked back down the jetty.

“Three years sober,” he explained with no hint of embarrassment.  “I went somewhere pretty dark after my Mam died, an’ it took a near-fatal crash tae scare me straight.”  His eyes squinted in a poor approximation of a wink as he added, “Besides, there are better ways tae chase a rush than in the bottom of a bottle.”

“Such as?” I asked brazenly.

Which was how I found myself on the back on a black motorcycle, my arms twined around Jamie’s waist.  Rather than take me directly home, he steered us north, following the coast.  It was very late, with hardly another vehicle about.  We merged onto the motorway, and Jamie picked up speed.  My thighs tightened around his lean hips, the vibration of the motor beneath us shivering up my spine.  As we emerged beneath the hastate lights of the Queensferry Bridge, I stretched my arms wide, icy air ripping against the sleeves of my jacket.  I laughed, although no-one could hear me.  I yelled, and only the wind yelled back.  I was flying.

***

It was nearly dawn when Jamie pulled up in front of my flat.  My legs thrummed, my eyes were dry with fatigue, and my heart ached, but I felt better than I could ever remember.  I handed Jamie back his spare helmet and shook out my curls.  He watched me in that half-sleepy, half-vigilant way of his that I now recognized as desire.

“I don’t know what I could ever say to thank you, Jamie.”

“Ye needn’t say anything at all, Arsonist.  Nae matter what ye decide, it has been my very great honour tae get tae know you.”

Without another word, he kick-started the engine and drove off into the early morning mist.

“Goodbye,” I whispered to his vanishing shadow.

***

The lamp above the couch was lit, and Frank lay still beneath its glow.  I realized he had fallen asleep waiting for me to come home.  Instead of regret, what I felt in that moment was pity.

The sound of my jacket being unzipped woke him.  He blinked in confusion and then in shock.

“I’m very sorry if you were worried,” I began.

“Worried?  Do you have any idea what time it is?  My God, Claire, I don’t know what to make of you these days.  You’ve never behaved irresponsibly before, and now you’re out at all hours and you’re wearing,” he gestured wildly with his hand at my new outfit which I had, quite honestly, forgotten I was wearing.  “And your hair, Claire!” he finished, as though the manic state of my curls was definitive evidence of my fall from grace.  Despite my exhaustion, I stood tall.

“Frank, we need to talk.”

[tuanyiems]

Ice Choco

Yugyeom x Reader (f) fluff x smut words: 4k plot: you’re nervous about spending the holidays with his parents, but you should be more nervous about the boy who can’t seem to take his hands off of you, established relationship!au christmas!au warnings – fingering, teasing, slow sex, unprotected sex, creampie, this one’s extra fluffy I think, it’s Christmas after all :’) a/n – Christmas came early hehe enjoy! part of Le Chocolatier drabble series, which you can find the masterlist for in my blog. feel free to read this as a one-shot or part of the series, in any order you want <3

You smile fondly at the twinkling fir tree, golden lights and sparkling red bulbs drape over its forest green body. Chocolate squares wrapped in silver foil that you and Yugyeom had hand wrapped yourselves hang on red ribbons throughout the tree. You pluck one off and pop it into your mouth. The peppermint chocolate melts on your tongue, coating your mouth in sweetness.

When Yugyeom first invited you to join his family for the holidays, you were anxious. It hadn’t even been three months since you started dating. You wondered if you were moving too fast. Would his family judge you? Would Yugyeom realize how awkward of a person you were? Would you be left sad and alone on your favorite holiday?

It was only after plenty of reassurance from Yugyeom that you decided to just go for it. You liked Yugyeom, a lot, and despite the short time you’ve been dating, every day has been full of happiness. And if his family was anything like Yugyeom, you would probably like them too.

And that’s how you found yourself here, in the Kim’s living room on Christmas Eve. Unlike what you had imagined, his parents welcomed you with open arms. You learned exactly where Yugyeom got his warmth and kindness.

And as if this moment couldn’t be more picturesque, a full moon hung in the night sky like a shining ornament.

“Pretty,” Mrs. Kim interjected, stepping beside you.

“It is,” you smile, looking out the window.

“No, I was talking about you dear,” she grins, squeezing your arm.

“O-oh,” you stutter, feeling your cheeks heat.

Laughing, Mrs. Kim tilts her head back the same way Yugyeom laughs when he’s teasing you. “Aren’t you a cutie! Yugyeom did good finding you.”

“T-thanks,” you sputter, not sure what to do with yourself. You fix at the red plaid pajamas the Kim’s gifted you with this morning. “I’m glad you invited me…or, well, I don’t know if you invited me. I don’t know if you knew about me. Maybe Yugyeom just brought me without notice. Oh, I hope he didn’t-”

Giggling, Mrs. Kim pulls you into a side hug.

“Sorry,” you apologize, taking a deep breath. “What I mean is, you’ve been so nice. I’m happy to spend the holidays with you and your whole family. Really, thank you.”

“Not at all,” Mrs. Kim scrunches her nose, smiling. “It’s nice to have another woman in the house. Tomorrow, my daughter-in-law will be joining us too!”

“I can’t wait to meet her and your eldest son!” You agree, “I’ve heard so many great things from Yugyeom.”

She nods, giving your arm another squeeze. “Yeah, Yugyeom dotes on his brother so much. But until then, you can use Euigyeom’s old bedroom. I’ve prepared fresh sheets so you can get a good night’s sleep.”

“Fresh sheets won’t feel as cozy as my bedsheets though,” Yugyeom interrupts, coming up beside his mother.

Your eyes widen at his comment.

Mrs. Kim frowns, slapping Yugyeom on the arm. “No babies until you two get married!”

Yugyeom laughs at his mom and when he sees your mortified face, laughs even harder. You aren’t even sure which part of her sentence to be more flustered about—the fact that his mom just insinuated you two possibly having sex under her roof or that you’ve been dating for less than three months and she was already considering marriage! 

Your skin feels like hot lava and you wonder if you might even hive up from embarrassment. That would be a first.

“Oh, I think we broke her,” his mom chuckles.

“Honey,” Mr. Kim interrupts, resting his hands over Mrs. Kim’s shoulders. “Let’s head to bed and let the young one’s talk.”

He sends you a wink before ushering his wife into their bedroom. When you hear their door shut, you let out a sigh, shoulders slumping. Yugyeom chuckles softly beside you, patting you on the back.

“I told you, you had nothing to worry about,” he says. “My parents love you already. I think they love you more than they love me.”

“Impossible!” you scrunch your nose, but your lips curl up anyways. “This afternoon when I was helping your mom in the kitchen, she kept talking about all the awards you won in high school. Class president, co-president of the dance club, winner of the youth dance competition. How come you never talk about dance? What else are you hiding from me?”

Yugyeom’s eyes crinkle into half moon shapes. “I also won first prize in the science fair in primary school,” he grins, winking at you playfully. “Your man made a pretty mean volcano back in the day.”

“Oh wow, a volcano? That beats the boy I dated for his solar system model,” you joke.

He smirks, putting his arm around you, “Definitely an upgrade, babe.”

“Tomorrow, I’ll ask to see the baby photos,” you tease, leaning into his embrace as you poke his chest.

Yugyeom tilts his head cockily to the side. “Not to brag, but I was a pretty cute baby. Just a warning, but you might fall in love with me.”

You roll your eyes. A little too late for that, you think to yourself, but that is a confession for another day.

“We should probably clean up and head to bed soon,” you smile, pulling away.

“Don’t wanna see Santa?” he teases.

You chuckle, clearing the living room of the abandoned mugs and plates with the exception of one plate of chocolate chip cookies. “I think it’s cute that your mom still keeps out cookies.”

He smiles, helping you empty the dishes into the sink. “Back when we were kids, they’d wake up at midnight and eat the cookies too.”

Lips jutting out, you stare at Yugyeom with big doe eyes, completely endeared. He glances at you before chuckling and slipping on the bright pink dishwashing gloves.

“On the downside, I got bullied for being the only kid in the neighborhood who still believed in Santa,” he adds.

“Aww, poor baby,” you coo, brushing the stray hair out of his eyes. “Tell me their names, I’ll go beat them up for you.”

“Bambam,” he quips making you laugh.

“Sorry, Gyeom, you’re on your own.”

He chuckles. “S’alright, I had my mom fight that battle.”

You let out a deep breath, leaning your elbows on the center island of the kitchen and admire Yugyeom from behind. He’s only in a plain grey t-shirt and matching red plaid pajama pants, and yet, he still looks handsome. Your eyes travel across his broad back. There is the faint hint of his tattoo underneath the thin cotton material.

When you first saw Yugyeom’s back tattoo, you were surprised but also found it very fitting. Black ink bled wings across his shoulder blades. In a way, Yugyeom came into your life like an angel. Your guardian angel, he liked to joke, saving others from your clumsiness. 

You scoff at the memory, making Yugyeom turn to you with narrowed eyes.

“What are you snickering about back there?”

“Nothing!” you squeak, pursing your lips together like a child caught red handed. 

He looks at you for a moment longer before turning back to the dishes, smiling to himself. 

“I was just thinking,” you finally add after a pause. “I really enjoy the relationship you have with your parents.”

You watch his shoulders lift and you imagine he’s smiling. “Yeah, they’re my best friends,” he tells you over the sound of the running faucet.

“I’m jealous,” you confess softly. You assume he doesn’t hear you.

Unlike Yugyeom, you grew up in a strict household. The only memories you have of your biological father were all associated with fear and while you got along with your mother, you weren’t exactly close either. Of course, the two of you loved each other as most families did, but after experiencing a marriage of struggle, as soon as you were of legal age, your mom went off to chase her own freedom. Back in your late teens, this had put a strain in your relationship, but now that you are older, with your perspective matured, you grew to understand your mom and you’re glad that she’s found a happier life of her own.

Now, the two of you can talk openly about the ups and downs of adulthood and womanhood and everything in between.

But this was why you weren’t spending the holidays with your own family. The two of you had decided a few years back that New Year’s would be for family, Christmas is for love and adventure.

You watch as your love and adventure turns off the faucet and shakes the pink gloves off his arms. “Done!” he declares triumphantly, turning to you now.

“Looks like you’re going to make the nice list this year,” you compliment, wrapping your arms around his neck.

He grins down at you, “How about you sneak into my room and we can both make the naughty list.”

Your eyes widen, feeling your cheeks flush at the thought. Yugyeom laughs, throwing his head back.

“I’m just kidding, don’t have a heart attack!” 

Slapping his chest, you pout. “Let’s go to sleep. I’m going to need the energy to deal with you tomorrow.”

But when your head finally sinks into the fresh sheets Mrs. Kim had prepared for you, sleep never comes. After washing up and saying goodnight to Yugyeom, it was like all the exhaustion washed away too. You are wide awake when the clock hits midnight.

It’s probably because you’re in a new environment. It’s been a while since you last slept in a stranger’s bed. You haven’t even slept at Yugyeom’s place yet! You always go home before it gets too late, or it’s him staying at yours.

Anyways, the nerves of meeting Yugyeom’s family along with the new environment and the thrill of Christmas combined is probably what’s keeping you up.

Sitting up in bed, you decide to fix up a warm drink. That should calm you, right?

Slipping out of bed, you sneak out of your bedroom on tiptoes, twisting the doorknob so slowly one might think you’ve been frozen. One thing about the Kim’s house is how eerily quiet the whole place is. Unlike your apartment where everything seemed to buzz—the fridge, the walls, the ceiling, you name it—this house was cloaked in silence.

It feels like an eternity when you finally get the door open big enough to walk through. Looking both ways in the dark hallway, you make a turn and tiptoe your way into the kitchen. Once in the kitchen, you flick the island lights on, casting a dim spotlight at the center of the room. You squint, eyes adjusting to the lights before making your way towards the cabinets.

Helping Mrs. Kim with dinner this evening had paid off. You were already familiar with the kitchen setup.

Plucking a hot chocolate packet between two fingers, you swivel back to the island to boil the water. Pouring the brown powder into a mug, you let out a breath, waiting for the water to boil.

In the open window across from you, you are delighted to find a flurry of white illuminated by the dim light of a single lamppost. The snowflakes fall in fat clumps, as if in slow motion. The quiet realization that you will have a white Christmas after all, brings a soft smile to your lips.

“Hello, Santa,” a sudden voice breaks the silence, making you jump up in a silent shriek.

Standing in the shadows, at the doorway of the kitchen is a very amused Yugyeom, his hands clasped around his mouth to muffle his laughter.

“You scared me!” you whisper yell, one hand on your beating chest.

“Sorry,” he apologizes, not at all sorry, as he walks to your side behind the island. “What are you doing up anyways?”

“Making hot chocolate,” you explain, hands coming to fix at his bed head. “I couldn’t fall asleep. Want one?”

You’re already grabbing another packet from the cabinet before he can answer you.

“I can make you an ice choco,” you smile up at him, eyes forming crescents. They look shinier under the lights. He feels a flutter in his stomach.

Smiling quietly, Yugyeom nods. For a moment, the two of you stand in easy silence. Only the sound of the water boiler can be heard. Yugyeom’s eyes follow where yours are staring and his heart warms. You look so happy, it’s endearing. You must be the only person in this city who hasn’t been jaded from the snowstorms that hit every winter.

Coming from behind, Yugyeom wraps you in his arms, bending to rest his chin in the crook of your shoulder.

“Merry Christmas,” he whispers into your ear, gazing out at the falling snow.

“Merry Christmas,” you reply, turning, you hold his face in one palm and press a kiss to his cheek. He squeezes you tighter in his arms.

When the water boiler clicks off, water now hot and bubbling, you move to grab it but Yugyeom holds you tight, pulling you closer to his chest. You giggle softly, tilting your head at him curiously. He answers you with cold fingers sliding underneath your shirt. It sends you shivering all over.

“Yugyeom!” you squeak in surprise, making futile attempts to escape his grasp.

“I know something else we could do to get you sleepy,” he whispers, breath on the shell of your ear.

“Y-your parents are right down the hall!” you stutter, gulping back the whimper that threatens to escape your throat.

Yugyeom licks a stripe up the shell of your ear, “And sleeping.” You can feel his smirk against your ear.

“I-w-we can’t,” you whine, unconvincingly.

“But you want to,” he says matter-of-factly, hands sliding up your skin. You feel him inhale when his palms come around the supple flesh of your breasts. “No bra? You naughty girl.”

Your protests catch in your throat when he begins to knead at your breasts, rolling both nipples between his thumbs. You whimper, head falling back onto his shoulder at the sensation. His fingers brush against the sensitive buds gently, barely there. It makes your knees weak and your core throb with want.

Yugyeom presses himself into your back and you can feel him hard against you. “You don’t know how hard it was for me to control myself today. Do you know how many hard ons I had to hide from my parents?”

You break into a smile, grinding your ass harder into him. “Is that why you were hugging that throw pillow all day?”

“Don’t you dare laugh at me,” Yugyeom warns, pinching you between his thumbs. “I saw the way you were looking at me. I can read you like a book, baby. Bet you’re already wet.”

Yugyeom presses a kiss to your jawline before sucking down your throat. Your breath skips at the fluttering feeling. “G-gyeom, I-I can’t have hickeys.”

He groans softly against you, biting softly at your jugular before letting go. “You don’t get to call the shots, babe.”

The sternness of his voice makes you whimper, which he catches easily with his own lips on yours. Yugyeom kisses you roughly, tongue overpowering yours just the way you like it. When his hand dips down past the waistband of your pajama pants and panties at once, your eyes fall shut, relishing the sudden intrusion.

“Fucking wet,” he smirks, dipping two fingers between your folds. He gathers your slick, spreading it in circles around your sensitive bud. You whimper, knees going weak.

All too soon though, his hand leaves you, making you whine. He holds his fingers up in the light, admiring the glistening web of arousal. As if practiced, you open your mouth for him and he slides his fingers into your mouth. You whimper at the tang of yourself melting on your tongue.

“Tell me you want me,” he mutters, lids heavy as he slides his fingers in and out of your mouth. You run your tongue around his fingers expertly until you’ve licked him clean.

Yugyeom swallows, watching you suck on his fingers and imagines you sucking other things of his. The very thought makes him shiver. Reluctantly, he pulls his fingers out of your mouth, letting you speak.

“Please Gyeom,” you whine, breathless. “I want you. Need you inside me already.”

It’s music to his ears and he wants to tease you more, but his patience has already run out. Having spent the better half of this day sporting blue balls, Yugyeom just wants to fuck you senseless.

It catches you by surprise when he slips his thumbs down your waistbands and pulls, leaving your ass bare behind the kitchen island. Before you can even feel embarrassed about the sudden exposure, Yugyeom’s finger are back on you, making you whimper while his other hand makes quick work with his own pants and boxers. His cock springs free, red and throbbing.

“You look so delicious like this,” he whispers into your ear, hands squeezing your ass. Oh, how he would have loved to slap your ass until you were red with his fingerprints. Biting his lips, he pushes his dick between your thighs instead.

“Ooh,” you let out a satisfied sigh, your clit rubbing along the length of his cock. Your thighs are soft and warm around his length, it’s unfair, Yugyeom thinks. Your pussy is weeping with desperation, the arousal drips down, coating his dick so that each time he thrusts between your legs, it is deliciously smooth. Everything about your body is heavenly, like it was made for him.

Already, you’re panting, a thick whine straining in your throat. His hot cock rutting between your thighs just teases at your sensitive bud. Your pussy lips clench around nothing and only succeeds in making the ache in your core more despairing. 

“Gyeom, please,” you breathe out, hands coming up to run through his hair, your fingers thread around his black strands, before pulling into your fists. Yugyeom enjoys the ache in his scalp.

When he pulls his cock away, you almost yell out loud, lips pouting from the lost sensation. He answers you with a smirk, nudging his foot between yours, he forces your legs apart. Your hands grip at the counter for support, fingers pressing down hard when he slides two fingers into you without warning.

Immediately, you bite at your bottom lip, fighting the moan that threatens to escape you as he dips his fingers into you over and over, stretching at your velvety walls. His fingers are long and practiced, finding the rough, spongy patch inside you quickly.

Your eyes squeeze shut, the ghost of a whimper panting from your lips as he curls his fingers, sending shivers straight to your core. Over and over, he does this, until you’re tightening around his digits. All too soon, your knees are buckling, mind going numb from the sensation.

And then, he pulls out of you.

You gasp, eyes opening wide while Yugyeom chuckles darkly. 

Before you can complain, he kisses your temple sweetly. “Not yet, baby,” he whispers soothingly.

You feel Yugyeom stepping closer between your legs and then the head of his cock teases at your entrance, sliding up and down your folds, spreading your slick on him.

You’re about to whine for him to stop teasing when you hear the creak of a door opening. Eyes widening, your heart jumps to your throat when the sound of footsteps shuffling against the floors, echoes like a blaring drum from down the dark hallway.

Your breath hitches when Yugyeom sinks his cock into you slowly. Your palm flies to your mouth, just as he slides all the way in, balls pressed to your ass. He leans into you so that his chest is hard-pressed against your back. You can feel his breath on your skin as his lips press against the nape of your neck.

The door of the bathroom opens and closes.

“Shh,” he mumbles against you, slowly pulling out of you. The friction is so delicious, you can’t help the whimper that muffles against your palm. “Wouldn’t want to get caught with my dick inside you…would you?”

He fucks into you, one hand coming to your throat at the sound of your muffled moan. He squeezes at your throat, softly at first. When he feels the way you clench around his cock, he bites into your shoulder, hiding his groan.

“Are you gonna be a good girl?” he whispers into your ear, fingers tapping at your throat. You nod your head eagerly, rutting yourself onto his dick.

He bites at his lip, squeezing around your neck. At the sound of the water faucet running, Yugyeom ruts into you hard, his free hand coming to rub circles around your clit. You pant, breath constricting and eyes rolling. You love the way he fills you entirely. His slow thrusts hit you deep every time, keeping you at the edge of euphoria.

When the bathroom door opens, Yugyeom’s fingers rub at your bud even faster, sending your heart facing and electric currents straight to your core. You’re so close, it hurts. Tears brim at the corner of your eyes, your voice threatening to break as your ears strain to hear the footsteps coming closer.

You can feel your vein pulsing against your forehead as Yugyeom continues to thrust his cock into your sopping hole, sliding deep into your cunt.

The door of his parents’ bedroom squeaks like slow motion. Please, please go back to bed. Shut the door. All you can hear is your heart pounding in your own ear and Yugyeom’s stifled breathing. 

And then you hear the click.

Yugyeom lets go of your throat to hold the edge of the counter instead and the air that invades your lungs while he fucks into you hard send you off the edge.

“Mmmmm,” a strained moan escapes your throat as you collapse onto the island, body jerking as your orgasm hits you in waves. Yugyeom continues his ministrations on your clit, his own balls straining at the way your pussy pulses around him, impossibly tight.

“That’s it, baby,” he soothes, rocking himself into you as you slowly come down from your high. He caresses your throat lovingly, placing soft kisses to your jawline until he’s spilling into you with a quiet groan.

You shiver, his moan tickling the shell of your ear as your pussy pulsed around his cock, sucking up each hot spurt of cum that shot into you.

“God,” he sighs, sweaty forehead pressing into your shoulder. He all but collapses on you. “I love you so much.”

Both you and Yugyeom freeze. His softened cock slips out of you and he rushes to help clean the cum that drips out of your pussy. Stumbling, Yugyeom haphazardly pulls the band of his pants back up while grabbing a towel from behind him.

You barely even notice the stickiness that drips down your thigh as Yugyeom wipes the damp towel across your skin. Instead, you stare down at his fluffy hair, a smile stretching across your face.

“Gyeom,” you say softly as he fixes your pants back up, still refusing to look at you. Your fingers thread through his hair softly, “Gyeom.”

When he tilts his head up, he looks so worried. You feel your heart squeeze.

“Gyeom,” you smile softly, helping him back up to his feet. “I love you too.”

He blinks like he’s heard you wrong. “You love me too?”

You nod, giggling now. “I do. A lot.”

Yugyeom pulls you into a kiss.

“You love me!” he repeats against your lips and then he is kissing you again until you are both giggling against each other.

[jeonsblackgf-writes]

BULLSHIT || 2 ||

summary: marco and lani had been friends since the womb but when occurring lies happen from one best friend to another, things are bound to fall apart.

pairing: marco peña x black!OC

genre: angst

word count: 1.7k

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If someone told Lani that she and Marco would have had the worst fall out of their lives she would have laughed in their face. She would have told them that'll never happen because what she and Marco had was something worth keeping...now she's starting to wonder if that's true or not.

Lani stopped counting the days they were apart because there was no use anymore after she literally watched Elle and Marco kiss on national television just few days after finding out that she was being blown off because of some dancing game competition since Lee couldn't do it. She had managed to become a pro at dodging Marco. She knew his schedule just like he knew hers, so she left class a few minutes early or left class later than usual just to avoid him. She kept her guard up for the entire time, and it hadn't failed her once. She just couldn't bear to see his face... not now. She knew what she was doing probably wasn't rational, but it was time for her to start thinking about her own feelings and not others, especially Marco's. She had spent the past few years standing by his side, taking the racist bullcrap from his previous girlfriends without a word because she never wanted Marco's judgement about them to change. Now her judgement about him was changing. She never knew him as the type to fall for someone who was already taken, but what does she know...he stopped telling her things.

The worst slap in the face for her was two weeks after her outburst on him, she saw him with another female having the time of his life. Her heart dropped because he used to smile at her the same way he's smiling at her. So much for being remorseful.

"You can't avoid him forever Lani." Kammy sighed as she watched her friend survey the halls for the certain dark haired boy. Lani huffed, and slumped her shoulders.

"I know, but I don't want to see him right now. Not after he lied to me, kissed Elle, and got cozy with another female." She mumbled, going to her locker, but stopping once she saw him standing right there, searching the crowd of students for her. She widened her eyes and immediately grabbed Kammy's hand and went in the other direction hoping he didn't see them.

"Why did you do that? That was your chance to speak with him." Kammy hissed, watching Marco's frantic figure behind her.

"Well I don't fucking want to!" Lani hissed, sharply turning away from kammy to get to class, leaving her in the hall.

Kammy sighed and pull out her phone to send a quick message.

To Marco: Just go, she won't come.

She placed her phone back in her pocket and followed her friend down the long hall, finally catching up to her right before she got in the elevator.

"Look," Kammy sighed, "I love you, and I didn't mean to make you upset back there, but I just don't want 18 years of friendship to go down the drain. You guys have literally been attached at the hip since birth. You're gonna let that go because of some girl?"

"When me and him started high school, we made a pact to always tell each other everything and to never lie because we know how much high school can change a person. We grabbed a piece of glass and cut the palm of our hands and made a blood pact to make it official." Lani explained quietly, showing her friend the long scar on her hand. Kammy gasped and rubbed the rough feeling of it. She didn't have anything to say so she just let Lani speak.

"I never wanted to let us go...but he gave me no choice when he lied and put his feelings over mine." Lani whispered, right before the elevator chimed. She walked out and ran right into the person that caused all this mess in the first place....Elle.

"Lani...would it be okay if we spoke for a minute?" She asked, redness showing up on her cheeks. Lani scrunched her face up and pushed Elle out of her way so she could get to class but the brunette was persistent, she grabbed Lani's arm and gave her pleading eyes.

"What could we possibly talk about? You got Marco what else do you want? My soul?" She spoke sarcastically, snatching her arm away. Elle sighed.

"I know you guys have been best friends for a really long time, longer than Lee and I. He isn't the same without you and he won't stop talking about you, he regrets everything." Elle explained, almost desperately, but Lani didn't know if she wanted to hear it or not.

"I bet he didn't regret kissing your ass that night. Everyone in this school knew about my feelings for him, even you, yet you still kissed him on tv for millions to see while your boyfriend was sitting in the crowd. I'd be surprised if he still wanted you after that shit." Lani hissed, with no ounce of sarcasm. She watched as Elle stood staring at her awkwardly with wide eyes.

It wasn't just the situation with elle, it was the situation with every female, whether or not they were Marco's girlfriends. It was just a constant shit show when it came to her, and she never had time fir herself because she was so invested in being his bestfriend...the guy she made a blood pact with, the guy she promised to go to the same college with. She had always wanted more but he had always kept her around as some sort of unofficial wing woman and she had always wanted to be something else.

"Lani please...talk to him." Kammy pleaded.

"I need more time, I really don't know what to tell you." She sighed, about to turn around but the sound of Marco's voice made her freeze in her tracks. She snapped her neck towards Kammy and rapidly took her hand, "We have to go! NOW!"

Kammy shook her head disapprovingly, and stood her ground. "You have to stop running! It hasn't done you any good but make you even more depressed."

Lani sighed and glared at Elle as she turned to see the frantic eyes of her almost ex best friend. Giving the two time along, Elle and Kammy went their separate ways on opposite ends of the hall, meanwhile Lani fully turned to Marco to see nothing but desperate and pleading eyes.

"You aren't gonna say anything? You just gone stare?" Lani asked, wanting the conversation to be over with already. She was already late for class, she didn't want another reason to be upset today.

Marco sighed, realizing how hard this was now that she was willing to speak with him, "I-I'm sorry, and yes I know it's been long overdue, but I've had time to reflect--"

"Well I'm gonna need more time." Lani spat at him, weariness in her voice. Marco visibly frowned at the sight of her trying not to cry.

"Please, I'm walking out on a limb here talking to you. We've been best friends since forever, please don't throw it all down the drain because of a small mistake I did. I miss you, I swear it and I know when you see me when the hall, you think I don't miss you but I do and I think about you every single day. That day when you told me you were in love with me, it made me realize something much more bigger than us being best friends." He damn near cried, but she still wasn't convinced. Lani needed actions not words.

"A small mistake? You still don't get it..so let me break it down to you...yes I am still in love with you, I don't think I'll ever stop but I won't be a fool to your games ANYMORE. You knew I had a soft spot for you and you always took advantage of that! I was there for you through so much and was always there when one of your little racist ass girlfriends left when shit got tough. I invested my life into making sure you were happy and you never did the same for me! I sacrificed myself SO DAMN MUCH, and for what? Just to be shit on in the end! This one situation with Elle isn't the first one but it's sure as hell the last one...y-you kissed her...you kissed her just a week after you knew my feelings for you and I don't think I'll ever forget that. I gave you up on purpose, not because I don't care but because you didn't." She cried, trying not to raise her voice since she was in the hall and later as hell for class.

"What can I do? Just tell me what to do and I'll do it." He pleaded, grabbing both her hands within his, tears streaming down his face but Lani pulled away from him and stepped back a few steps. He knew her next words, but he was praying to god she didn't say it.

"I want you go give me time to myself and stay the hell away from me! That's all I ask." She mumbled as she looked at the ground, wiping her tears from her face.

"You know me well enough to know that I'm not gonna leave you alone. You're crazy to even think that!" He protested, almost bellowing in the hallway. Lani sighed and shook her head.

"Why? Why won't you leave me the FUCK alone?" She croaked, her voice cracking.

"Because I'm in love with you too, and I need to fix this!"

Lani gasped. Hearing his next several words made her heart jump but this isn't the way she wanted to hear a confession. Marco searched for something within her eyes but the only thing he was getting was pure shock and disbelief.

"I'm gonna go home. Lose my number Marco seriously. " She spoke barely above a whisper before waking away from him and going down the opposite end of the hallway. Marco watched as she continued to walk until she hit the corner. He sighed, as he knew she was going to skip the rest of her class for the day and go home to sleep.

"What the fuck am I gonna do now?" He whispered to himself, his breathe becoming heavier as he tried not to cry. Suddenly, an idea sprang in his head, making him smile. He ran to class with the thought on his mind.

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- even, goodbyes, between the lines, you again series, bedtime, lost and found, peek a boo, and the award goes to…, paternal instincts, welcome to the family, penny for your thoughts, forbidden words, while mom’s away, not it, - @dc41896 (scroll for chrisxevansxblack!reader)

- slow burn series- @iwantitiwriteit (check masterlist)

- all fics- @whiskey-cokenfanfic (check masterlist)

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- two places at one, when we, partition, te amo- @speakingofmari (scroll for chris evans x black!reader)

- just relax, untitled chris evans smut, the fox and the angel, meant to be series- @hisxblackxqueen 

- high school reunion, prank war, wash day, would you mind, choxie: first dinner, sick days; my first, my always; so into you series, instagram: endgame premiere, text convos: i will always be here, gif sets: my best friend- @lady-olive-oil 

- dity little secret series; knives out, thighs out; good girl-  @blackmissfrizzle (check masterlist)

- let’s call the whole thing off series- @jbrizzywrites (scroll for jbrizzy writers)

- diced pineapples- @fullofmelaninsarcasmandepression (search: chris evans x reader)

- noted- @pastelastronomy24 (scroll for chris evans)

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-what you want series- @atyourbestyouareluv (scroll for chris evans x black reader)

- * @fmltimothee (be on the lookout)

- lucidity series- @getinmelanin011 

- a quick midnight run, welcome back daddy, i can get caught up- @mangos4u (scroll for chris evans x black reader)

- heartache, therapy, nocturnal emissions- @captainsaveasmut (check masterlist)

- all fics and blurbs- @tropicalcap (search: chris evans x reader)

- friends series, dodgers v. red sox, supernova, the question, baby blues, long day, workout woes, guess who’s coming to dinner, childhoodd bedroom, beard burn, long distance, nervous, migrane, will ou be there series, big news, maybe next time, the christmas spirit, give in, edelman, wrong name, new year’s, a-z headcanons, new to this, the flu, mammoth, write on time series, this time, the event, don’t tease me, experimenting series, a night out, what happens now, messages, backseat, choices series, a very fluffy christmas- @whiskey-cokenfanfic

- all chris imagines- @littlemessyjessi

- you and chris bet on the super bowl and he wins- @canumoveurseatup-no​

- dog park series (includes “the date/first dates”, poor dodger, the aquarium, bananas fir you, anything she says), practice, dodger, poor dodger, happy thanksgiving, bikini bottoms- @angrythingstarlight

- no guidance, tell ya man i’m sorry, read my lips, easy like sunday morning, one of a kind, coming home series (includes away from you), make it up, i got a story to tell, bare, read to me, caught my eye, daughter, no words-  @stripper-patrick (scroll for chris evans x reader)

- (ex)ectations series (with henry cavill)- @laketaj24

***PLEASE HIT ME UP IF I FORGOT ANYONE/STORIES***

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@shoichee​ I hope this meets your expectations✨ (Bc I refuse to tolerate any more bullying today. Also- Matchup under the cut)

First, I just want to say- I’m sorry. (but not really). I know our love for Hayama runs deep but the moment you choose violence with him, that’s it for you. RIP. It was nice knowing you 😔 But, remember when we first spoke and I asked you if you shipped yourself with Imayoshi and you refused to answer my question? Well- [Insert ‘Surprise shawty’ tik tok audio]

Best Match: Imayoshi Shoichi

Your subconscious knew what it was doing when you picked out your URL. The moment you said you related to Dazai and then proceeded to talk about socioeconomic issues revolving around globalization while we simultaneously talked about dumb stuff I knew there were only a few guys that could handle your energy and Imayoshi hands down tops that list

Even though Hanamiya out of all people might say Imayoshi doesn’t have the best personality, I actually think you two can balance each other out and understand each other in a way other people may not be able to

Honestly, right off the bat, y’all will probably bond over some form of teasing. Whether it’s making some remark aimed directly at the other, or one of you takes a jab at someone else and the other happens to overhear, it will be the start of a beautiful relationship

Gemini and Leo’s have really good chemistry so it’s no surprise you’ll manage to get along, regardless of your- argumentative natures.

You two are like the two sides of the same coin. While he presents himself as a kind and easy going person, speaking politely to others- until he inevitable shows them his real personality- you, on the other hand, can come off a little cold and critical, scaring people off when you first meet them even though you’re genuinely kind and easy going once you start to talk to them

If you guys meet purely by chance, maybe you’re in the same class, you’re introduced because of a mutual friend, or because one of you overheard the other, the moment you hear how the other carries themselves in a conversation will automatically peek your interest. 

Have you ever seen that meme where they’re like “oh you wanna kiss me so bad”? yea, that’s you two. I can see you getting into the most amusing squabble, just trying to throw the other one off, Imayoshi smirking if and when one of his comments goes right over your head

You’re both pretty smart (I spent a solid hour trying to double check this and still failed but I’m like 80% sure his IQ is pretty up there) so I can see you two meeting because of that too

Scenario: 

Imayoshi is just minding his business, checking the updated class rankings posted in the hall across your classroom. Why? He doesn’t know, if he’s being honest. It’s not like anyone could ever surpass him, he’s been at the top of his class each time since his firs- What’s this? He got bumped down? Who the hell are you? Wait no, he knows who you are. He’s heard your name before countless times, mostly followed by your voice as it traveled throughout the hallways, your laugh bubbling out of your small frame soon after in reply to whichever friend had just made a funny remark. Funny. You didn’t seem all that smart at first glance, could he have actually... made a mistake? His gaze flickers to the other side of the hall where he immediately found you, eyes wide and a small smile adorning your features as you listened to your classmate speak. A low hum escapes him as he analyzes your appearance once more. He notices the way your makeup highlighted your already attractive features, the small accessories added to your uniform making you look put together and stylish. Maybe he had underestimated you, he though as he saw you take your turn to speak, your answer leaving your classmate open mouthed with a baffled expression. He felt the slight tug on his lips, the beginning of a small smirk forming on his face as you smiled widely at the response you had gotten.  However, the amusement only lasted a split second, his features falling in disbelief when you turned around, tripping over your own feet and falling face first into the open classroom door. “What are you staring at?” Someone, probably Sato, asks as he strolls up beside him. “Nothing” he sighs, adjusting his glasses on his face. Is it really nothing though? a small voice inside him asks just as a series of curse words and noises fall from your lips, eliciting his own to quirk up into an amused, lopsided smile. Even if it is “nothing” for now, don’t be surprised when both of you “coincidentally” find yourselves bumping into each other more often from now on as he tries to figure you out.

I can see him realizing he has feelings for you while you two are hanging out. Maybe you two will be studying after you asked him to tutor you in math since it’s his best subject, or well, attempting to study at least as you’re nearing half an hour of your 5 minute snack break. He’ll probably be doodling in his notebook while you scroll through Instagram, and it’s not until he looks up to see you so focused on whatever was on the other side of the screen, your fingers quickly tapping away as a smile pulled at your lips that he asks what you’re doing. Without a second thought, you absentmindedly tell him about whatever argument you’re getting into in the comments section under a random photo you came across before you’re back to focusing on the matter at hand. 

His whole trademark is that he’s good at analyzing people, and as a Gemini, he is not an exception to his own skills. He’ll suddenly come to the realization that, while he enjoys pushing people’s buttons, he enjoys the thought of you two being a team even more. While you can be loud and social, making and laughing at jokes, you also know when to get serious and get stuff done, something that that he would appreciate considering he likes respectful and considerate girls.

The problem now is- he may be aware of his feelings...but are you?

He’ll probably try out multiple ways to hint at his feelings towards you but they’ll just go right over your head. In your mind, you can’t see anyone having any romantic feelings towards you and sure he may be acting a little weird, but you’d probably just shrug it off as it being all in your imagination.

Meanwhile the whole time Imayoshi is just standing there like- Is she serious? No one can be this oblivious???? but yet  ✨here you are✨

Now it’s his turn to be frustrated by your conversations because you’re just not getting it? So he decides to try something more straight forward. Girls like pickup lines, right?

He could literally see the moment your brain stopped working. Your face flushed red as a nervous giggle bubbled out of you. All common sense left your body as you made finger guns at him, giving him a slight nod before turning around and walking quickly out the room

it would take you a few minutes to collect yourself, strolling back in the room 30 minutes later, leaning against the same spot you left him moments prior and giving him a pickup line of your own. *queue Imayoshi’s mischievous smirk* “Oh? Is that so?” (he’s such a little shit he’ll probably pretend like he didn’t say anything first to get back at you)

I can see this going back and forth for a while until he finally asks you out on a date, but this time he’ll make sure to do it in a way that will prevent you from escaping and leaving him alone and confused again

Your PDA is most likely kept to a minimum, partly because of your Venus in Virgo and partly because he doesn’t like spontaneity. Your outward relationship will consist of hand holding and pecks but that doesn’t mean your private life remains the same, just because you’re dating now doesn’t mean you’re suddenly immune to his habits or him to yours

You say you want to spend some quality time together? “How about a movie night?” he asks, his smile deceiving you long enough to trap you in his arms as a scary movie plays in his blacked out bedroom. “I don’t like scary movies” you whine, your body pressing into his and a pout pulling at your lips as he “innocently” chuckles, “Oh really? I must have forgotten”

You say you’re a bit cynical about relationships but I think it’s because your Neptune, Pluto and Lilith are ruled by air signs. This means you enjoy spontaneity and creativity in what you do and therefore always gravitate to doing things in which your outcome depends on yourself and not other people. Imayoshi is the kind of person that respects other people’s needs as we can see when he allows Aomine to skip practice if that’s what works for him. This will help you maintain a healthy balance in your relationship, allowing you to be able to feel more at ease and not trapped or like you have to be a certain way with one another

You decide to keep pursuing dancing? He’s proud of you, and will not hesitate to show off and boast about your achievements to the rest of the team

You had a rough week and you want to spend the whole day gaming with headphones on? It’s fine he’ll take the opportunity to relax and go fishing

On the other hand, you want to go shopping? Suddenly he’ll find himself walking hand in hand with you as you and his sister stop at every single store only to leave with more bags that you can carry. 

At first, you would insist you could both take care of yourselves at the mall, but he soon found out that you two should not be left alone. She might be his sister but she’s younger and impressionable and she looks up to you? And you can be a bit scatterbrained so you lose track of her time so you always end up bringing her back really late, along with an armful of shopping bags that he’ll only have to go back and return within the week because being hasty runs in his family and his sister didn’t pay much attention to how much money she was spending

Overall- I think that what really makes you a good match is your ability to communicate with one another. Both of you are pretty honest and straightforward (although your executions are vastly different) which will help you navigate through any obstacles in your relationship

You keep each other on your toes and bring fun into your relationship while also settling down, talking about serious stuff and getting genuine advice from one another when you need it the most. The balance you maintain allowing a stable foundation for the relationship to grow and blossom. He did something hasty? It’s okay, you know exactly what to do to fix it. Someone keeps hitting on you insistently? He’s already walked over to intimidate him to go away. You want to spend quality time together but he wants to go fishing? There you are by his side, scribbling in your notebook and reciting your poetry to him as he listens carefully with a small smile on his face that you’ll definitely not tease him about later. You need help with your math again? he’ll tutor you in exchange for you making him a bento with his favorite meal. Until he learns that you somehow burned half the rice and left the other half uncooked. Perfect balance of give and take. 

Bonus: Takao Kazunari

You are literally the girl version of Takao omg. (I literally JUST got your message about being the new Takao too smh I know I’m slow but let me finish this first)

You two are so alike and you would make the most chaotic duo but as much as I want to ship you two, I can just see you two being really good friends so I feel the need to include him in this

Midorima would be so done with your shit, he’d probably see you two together and immediately turn around and start walking the other way because he just KNOWS you’re bound to gang up and bully him

The first time you saw is lucky item you probably burst out laughing and thought he was joking until you saw his face flush red

After that, every time you ask about it he just grumbles out his answer, still salty about your initial reaction

Takao never fails to remind you either, trying to hold back his laugh whenever you try to make it up to Midorima but he ends up ignoring you, or you somehow just manage to make it worse

When it’s just you and Takao, you could be minding your business when suddenly one of you makes ONE singular little comment and that just sets off the other, adding onto it until both of you are crying with laughter

Honestly, the only time I can see you taking one another seriously is when you’re having discourse

He’s an optimistic person while you’re a realist which can set off some very interesting discussions between the two of you, your argumentative nature leading both of you to talk about anything and everything as you challenge the other’s ideologies

If you decide to try out a relationship, it’ll be filled with excitement and adrenaline, both of you needing very little persuasion to try out new things

You’ll be his partner in crime and he’ll be yours. You want to mess a bit with your younger neighbors? Why not? You want to go check out the new mall a few town’s over because they have a store you’ve been wanting to check out for months? He’s your man.

While the relationship is fun, you both can get a little ahead of yourselves, going with the flow and getting sucked into your own world; you’ll need someone to ground you

Usually, this role can be plaid by Midorima but it proves to be a bit problematic when he’s nowhere in sight

The amount of times you two have lost track of time or gotten caught up in something because you ran into some friends or even met new people and got lost in conversation, by this point Midorima has probably given up trying to keep track of your whereabouts when you’re together

I wouldn’t be surprised if you two ended up making your own language. He’s good with kids and bad at being quiet while you enjoy making new words and trying out sound effects which he would without a doubt find amusing. You’d probably go as far as to make children believe they’re actual words, could you imagine Midorima’s face when he goes over to Takao’s house and his younger sister starts talking to him in the made up words you taught her

Ultimately while your personalities are very alike, you tend to clash at the wrong points and it would take you working together to compromise to make a romantic relationship work

Both of you surround yourself by others, often finding yourself in the middle of everything, your personality constantly making other people gravitate towards you. This can prove conflicting when you’re together as now you’d have to learn how to share the spotlight, so to say

While you love fashion and makeup and shopping, the poor man just wants to enjoy his trading cards

Although you should use it to your advantage and make him drive you around in Princess Mia’s Midorima’s carriage.

Your might also find yourself more often than not at a crossroads, your realist point of view conflicting with his positivity which can lead to arguments between you two

Overall- a relationship with you would be exciting. There would never be a dull moment and you’d constantly encourage the other to have new experiences and make the most of your time. But moving into a more romantic territory would mean that you’d have to learn how to prioritize things in your life, knowing when to buckle down and get things down and how to successfully come to terms with and work out your differences. 

Sidenote: I meant to make these a little longer but my brain cell only has so much KNB knowledge stored in her small little filing cabinet that may or may not be a single folder covered in dust and stuffed in some corner