#speechless?...might be the right word.... smart. smart choice. ugh

[smrtnik07]

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French Class [1]

A/N: Hello friends I hope everyone is doing alright, I haven’t posted writing in ages but here I am finally! Enjoy! <3

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genre: smut, optional bias (male) x reader (female), college!AU, very lowkey enemies to lovers/friends???, fuckboy!bias, nerd!reader

(H/N means “his name”)

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[urban dictionary: In Germany, “She speaks French," is slang for "she sucks dick really good."]

“I’ve never seen you around here,” he had said.

“I usually prefer spending time with my textbooks rather than with people,” you had said, truthfully.

“So, you must be really smart then. Maybe you could teach me a thing or two,” he had said. His look had told you exactly what he was talking about. His look also told you that every girl he approached fell for him in an instant, and that he left them speechless just by smirking and smothering honey around their lips. He most certainly hadn’t noticed you until now, but you surely had been watching him flirt with everyone in sight. Girls dropped their eyelids and winked at him innocently, as if he was some kind of prince in shining armor. However, the way they treated him, as if they were auditioning to spend the night with him, made you believe he might just be really good in bed. And coincidentally, that was exactly what you were looking for. If you went out once in a while, you might as well make the most of it, right?  

“I’m fluent in French, if that’s what you’re interested in,” you said calmly. He almost choked on his drink as he put the cup down on the kitchen counter. When he saw you copying his smirk from earlier, he must have realized he had no choice. You had won the audition.

Those were the exact events leading up to the situation you were currently in. On your knees, hands and lips wrapped around his dick, tears burning in your eyes. He was leaning against the closed door of his room, hands buried in your hair. His roommate wasn’t at home, but the walls of his dorm didn’t seem to be too thick either way. He didn’t seem to have a problem with his neighbors knowing what he got up to on a Saturday night. Groans and curse words kept falling from his mouth, whenever your tongue swirled around the tip of his member. Now and then it hit the back of your throat, but you were determined enough to keep going. When you looked up at him, he bit his lip almost as if he was in agony. Saliva was dripping down your chin but seeing him this way was too hot to stop just now.  

“I’m so close, fuck-“ he moaned. Then you changed your mind. He hissed as you pulled away, wiped the saliva and pre-cum off your mouth and kissed your way up his chest.  

“Are you sure you want to cum yet? If you return the favor, I’ll let you cum someplace else,” you whispered into his ear. You saw him swallow visibly at your words and he nodded, pulling you over to his bed. You saved him the work of having to take off your shirt and bra, before you fell onto your back on the mattress. He hovered over you for a moment, pulled his shirt over his head and then bent down to kiss you. You hadn’t really made out for a long time before you had decided to drop to your knees in front of him, but you had to admit now, he was a really good kisser. Had you not been so needy, you could have kept making out with him for a while. But instead you whined against his lips and pulled his hair.

“What?” he teased you. “Not so mouthy now, are we?”

“Hurry up and touch me,” you said. “Please.”

“Only because you asked so nicely,” he grinned. When you looked at his smile, you realized again why girls would go crazy over him. And he was as talented with his lips as he was good-looking. His teeth grazed over your nipples and he squeezed your hips while you squirmed underneath him, only wanting more. The way he sucked on your skin let you know you would have some marks to hide the next day. You almost felt dizzy at how his hot breath fanned over the skin on your lower stomach. Eagerly, you looked at him.

“You weren’t this impatient when you were sucking me off five minutes ago,” he said. You were one hundred percent sure he was taking extra long when he took off your pants and underwear.  

“I just didn’t show it then,” you admitted. He chuckled at your honest words. Then, he slid one of his fingers along your folds, collecting your wetness. He cursed when he noticed just how much you wanted him by now. Before you could form any words, he dropped his head, his tongue following the path his finger had just taken. Your body shuddered when his hot muscle touched your clit and you moaned in relief. And still, you had to admit just how skilled he was. By the way he flicked his tongue over your center and watched and listened to your reactions, he had figured out your sweet spot in no time. You grabbed the blanket you were lying on, head hanging back and eyes closed in bliss. Slowly, he pushed his middle finger past your entrance. Instantly, you sucked in a breath, as he curled it against your walls in an agonizingly slow rhythm. For a moment, you noticed the noise of the party that was going on outside of the room. It felt as if it was miles away, and not just on the other side of the wall.

“More,” you whimpered, and you could practically feel him smirk against your center. When he added another finger, he also sped up the pace, making you see small stars dancing behind your eyelids. He alternated between drawing random figure eights and sucking on your clit, the change in intensity keeping you right on the edge the entire time.

“You’re so good at this, fuck,” you moaned.

“You’re welcome,” he muttered against your skin and you only wanted him more than before. His hands were holding your thighs, lips glued against your center with his tongue pressed onto your clit harshly. And still, you wanted even more.

“Fuck me,” you whimpered through moans. “Please.”

As much as you hated when he pulled away from you, if in exchange you could get something even better, you’d deal with it.

“Please?” he mocked you, as he made his way back to your face by leaving open mouthed kisses on your body. “You’re so cute.”

Swiftly, he reached over to the nightstand, picking up a condom.

“Then I hope you’re into cute girls,” you said as you watched him put it on. He grinned famously when he hovered on top of you. One of your hands reached down to guide his length to your entrance.

“They cute ones are my favorites,” he said cockily. But the moment he had entered you, his smirk changed into a different expression. A groan fell from his lips and he clenched his jaws tightly. He wasted no time in picking up the pace quickly, as the only words forming in your head were curses. His hips snapped against yours roughly while he grabbed your sides tightly, almost as if he wanted to pull you even closer to him.

“You feel so fucking good-“ you said, or rather moaned, your toes curling at the amount of pleasure you were experiencing.

“Yeah? I’ll make you feel even better,” he said. Lazily, he picked up one of your legs, pushing your thigh towards your stomach. The angle only made everything feel much more intense, and you whimpered at the sudden change. Again, you cursed as you felt your orgasm approach quickly.

“Am I being too rough?” he asked, biting his lip as he slowed down for a moment. You almost laughed.

“No way,” you said, and he grinned for a moment. From then on, he only fucked you faster and every time he buried his member deeply inside of you, you could only whimper at how good he felt. It was as if he was making sure you didn’t need to regret coming to this party for one second. When you told him how close you were to coming, he seemed to only take it as an invite to completely let go of all control. You wouldn’t be at all surprised if you were struggling to walk normally the next day. You closed your eyes tightly, chasing only one feeling. When you finally fell over the edge, your legs tightened around his hips and your moans became high-pitched. He kept going while your back arched off the mattress and you slowly rode out your orgasm. Not wanting you to feel overly sensitive, he pulled out, stroking himself quickly. You could tell he was just as close judging by the way his mouth hung open and his eyelids seemed to get heavy. You swatted his hand away, doing the job for him instead. He only groaned louder at your touch, and only a few seconds later you felt him twitch in your hands as he came. He looked even hotter now, fucked out and small moans coming from his lips. For a while you helped him come down from his high, feeling the aftereffect of your own orgasm. Tiredness overcame you, but there was no way you were spending the night. You had sworn to yourself, you would enjoy tonight but the next day you would get back to your textbooks.

“I hope we can do this again some time,” he smirked. Even though you could have told him he won’t be seeing you at a party any time soon, you agreed.

“I wouldn’t mind,” you smiled, while you looked around for your clothes. You weren’t lying, but maybe giving him empty hope, nonetheless.

When you left, the party was less crowded. You made your way through the dorm building and then took the shortest way across the college campus to your own dorms. When you arrived in your room, your roommate was still up. Tonight, you had switched roles. Usually, she was the one stumbling home half-drunk from parties every weekend while you buried your head in your notes. But she had a test to study for and had procrastinated for way too long. So, you had scolded her for not studying when she was supposed to. In return, she had complained how you never went out, and she had convinced you that she would stay behind and study if in exchange you went out and got some.

“Ugh!” she groaned when you walked in. “Please tell me you at least had a good time, because it feels like I’m dying here.”

“Oh, I had a gracious time,” you sang happily. Only now you realized, you didn’t even know the guy’s name. You already knew your roommate was going to make fun of you for it.

“I’m done for tonight,” she decided, and you rolled your eyes. “Give me some juicy details.”

“You know I don’t kiss and tell,” you said.

“Y/N, come on! At least tell me what he looked like!”

So, you explained him in great detail. The way he looked, but also his ability to make girls basically crawl after him, and his smirk you had grown familiar to in such a short while. With every detail you added, her eyes seemed to widen. Suddenly, she stopped you mid-sentence.

“Wait. Is his name H/N?”

“Honestly, I didn’t ask for it,” you said and laughed at yourself before she could.

“You are insane,” she laughed. “But this is serious. I’m like 99% sure you’re describing H/N.”

“So, what about him?” you asked.

“What about him? He’s only the most popular guy ever? And in my opinion, also one of the hottest guys I’ve ever seen. Apparently, he never hooks up with the same girl twice.”

“Well, he wasn’t ugly, I can tell you that,” you said, not really caring about his reputation. “And with me, he won’t even get the chance to. I’m not going to a party again soon. I’ve got exams coming up.”

“And here I was thinking you had fun,” she laughed. You only laughed and waved her off, getting ready to go to sleep.

But as much as you had planned how you would have forgotten about him within days, you didn’t. And it didn’t exactly help that he suddenly popped up in random places, wherever you went. It was like those times you learned a new word in a foreign language and suddenly noticed it everywhere. You’d see him walking across campus, at the café near the lecture halls, and in the buildings of your university. You never talked to him, but your friend always made sure you noticed him, by shaking your shoulder. Sometimes you thought she was more shocked to see him than you were.

But one, then two weeks went by and you found it easier to cut him off your mind. You spent more time studying, but still making sure you took breaks by going places with your roommate and binge watching your favorite tv shows in the evenings. Everything had gone back to normal in your head. Until that one day. You had just taken a shower and were about to jump into bed, when your roommate burst open the door.

“You’re back from the party? Already?” you asked.

“I’m here to pick you up,” she said. “You’re coming with me to this party.”

“I’m sorry what? I’m going to sleep, not to a party.”

“Y/N!” she almost yelled. “He asked for you!”

“Who?” you asked, and as if on cue, you yawned.

“H/N!” she raised her voice, but then seemed to realize what time it was. “I thought he was going to flirt with me, and no offense I’m happy for you, but if you don’t come with me, you’re ungrateful.”

You laughed.

“Because I’m not jumping at the chance to get with him? Who does he think he is? God?” you asked. “Like I said, I’m going to bed. Go back and take your chances with him, if you want him so badly.”

Your friend couldn’t believe it. It wasn’t like you hadn’t had fun when you had hooked up with him. And some nights you thought of him. Of his hands, his overly-confident smirk and his honey voice. But right now, you only knew how tired you were. So, you sent your friend back to the party, while you caught up on sleep.

From that night on, your encounters with him had changed. Previously, you had noticed him catching a glimpse at you. Now all he did was search for your eyes. When you did look back at him, he stared at you, as if he would somehow be able to draw you in just with a look. You then gave him a polite smile, and his look changed into confusion. One time, he even winked at you, but you weren’t going to play this game. There was no way you would obsess over a guy who only looked at you because you had let him touch you once. You had an exam coming up and living at the library for the next two weeks would be your main priority.

But little did you know, not even at the library you were safe from fuckboys. You had sat down and worked for five minutes until you noticed H/N sit only two tables away from you. When he gave you his famous smirk you only nodded and buried your head deeper in your books. It was almost like a challenge, seeing how long you could study without getting distracted. And you were so determined, you barely noticed the sun setting outside. When a quiet voice over the speakers announced that the library would be closing soon, you snapped out of your thoughts. When you packed up your things, you granted him one more look, before you left.

The walk to the dorm wasn’t a long one. You shivered slightly at the cooler night air, so you fastened your steps.

“Are you trying to outrun me?” a voice suddenly spoke behind you. You rolled your eyes.

“Did you need something?” you asked H/N, who was now catching up to you. His hair was disheveled, and he looked just as tired as you felt.

“Is this how you treat every guy you’ve hooked up with?” he asked.

“How do you expect me to treat you? We’re not friends…I didn’t even know your name until after my roommate told me,” you said.

“Okay, fair enough,” he said. “But what isn’t can be.”

The way he smirked made you let out air in a short laugh.

“And then, let me guess…when we’ve been friends for a few days you try to hook up with me again,” you said. “Why else would you want to be friends with me? You know nothing about me except what my hands and mouth feel like.”

He raised his eyebrows. “Okay, you’re right. But it wasn’t just that. You were…interesting.”

“Because I flirted back at you?” you laughed. “Are you not used to it? Look, if you want to find out if I’m really all that interesting, try to get to know me.”

“Deal. Then let me.”

“Alright. And you’ll let me know if I’m really that interesting,” you said. You seriously wondered if fuckboys and nerdy girls would ever have a chance to be friends outside of some American chick-flick.

“And what if I think you are? Will you hook up with me again?”

“Are you serious?” you complained, and he laughed.

“I’m joking,” he said, while you gave him the side eye. You were pretty damn sure he wasn’t, but you weren’t in the mood to argue further.

“So, when are we hanging out? You coming to the party tomorrow?” he asked.

“Woah calm down there. I’ll be at the library if you wanna hang out,” you said.

“The library? I can’t even talk to you there!”

“But we can talk on the way home and there,” you said, teasing him just because it was fun. You had arrived at your dorm.

“Will you at least give me your number?” he asked, and you raised your eyebrows. “Friends have each other’s phone numbers!”

“I guess you’re right. But don’t text me a billion times a day.” you said, watching him fish for his phone in his pocket. He grinned in triumph. You couldn’t help but think he was cute with the way he smiled while you typed your number into his phone.

“Goodnight, H/N,” you said.

Goodnight,…” he said, giving you a questioning look.

“I’m Y/N,” you said, giving him a small smile.

“Y/N…I’ll see you tomorrow,” he said, and you shook your head slightly in amusement.

But the next day you realized he had not been exaggerating. Two minutes after you had sat down at the desk in the library, he walked up to the empty space across from you.

“Hey, I knew I’d find you here,” he said. You put one finger up to your lips but couldn’t help but grin. He looked handsome, in a black leather jacket and with his hair hanging in his face a little. He gave you a questioning expression, but you kept quiet and mouthed “we can talk after”. And for a few minutes, he actually seemed to have accepted his fate as your silent study buddy. Then, you noticed him pulling out his phone. Never had you regretted giving someone your number more than at this moment. He typed something on his screen, expressionless. A few seconds later, your phone vibrated in your pocket.

Him: So, do you come here often?

You: HAHA..don’t fuckboys have other things to do than to stalk nerds at the library?

H: Is that what you think I am?

Y: Is that not what you are?

H: I wouldn’t define myself as one

Y: google defines a fuckboy as a man who has many casual sexual partners…

H: …

Y: urban dictionary has an even better definition OMG

H: okay maybe I am one? do you have a problem with that

Y: I never said so…I just wanted you to admit it

H: what are you studying for?

Y: let’s discuss this afterwards

You saw him continuing to write, realizing he wasn’t going to do as you said. Determined to get some studying done after all, you turned off your phone and showed him the black screen. He looked annoyed, but it was him who wanted to get to know you, so he had to accept it. An hour went by and he really seemed to get lost in his textbook. When you finally decided it was time to pack up, he followed you.

“I must say, I’m impressed. You actually studied,” you said, walking next to him towards your dorm.

“Trust me, I’m even more surprised than you are,” he said, and you laughed. So, you finally told him about your exam and the subjects you were studying. And to your surprise, he paid attention and even kept the flirting to a minimum. And you had to admit, when he wasn’t making obnoxious advances towards you, he was actually pretty funny and you found yourself actually enjoying his company. After you had entered your dorm you watched him walk off in the direction of his home. You debated whether you should give him the satisfaction, but in the end you thought your compliment might make him realize flirting isn’t always the way to go about things.

So, right before you went to bed, you sent him one last message:

Y/N: I think you’re actually really fun (when you cut out the flirting)

In the morning, you woke up to his text.

H/N: Now you’re the one flirting with me 😉

You almost sent him the vomiting emoji, but then decided to simply confront him when you saw him that day. More or less coincidentally, you ran into him on your way to the library.

“I think you and I have very different perceptions of what flirting is,” you greeted him by bumping your shoulder against his. He gave you his million-dollar smirk.

“Maybe…which is convenient, because I for once didn’t mean the winking emoji in a flirty way,” he said, “And you can’t be mad at me because that’s my opinion.”

You pushed him jokingly, knowing his fake serious face was just him lying under his breath.

“I’m serious, just cut the flirting out,” you said. “Is that such a challenge for you?”

“I’ll try my best,” he smirked, and you rolled your eyes. But as the week went on, and you met almost every day, he really did seem to try hard to act normal. You realized it was probably genuinely hard for him to stop flirting. Fuckboys simply had that in their blood. But he seemed to like your challenge. You talked about your hobbies, your favorite movies, your childhood memories and the best ice cream flavor at your local ice cream parlor. And soon, going to study at the library turned into your favorite time of the day.

One evening, you were walking home once again, your shoulders touching now and then from how close you were walking. But it wasn’t as intimate as it should have felt. He had become a genuine friend to you, and you could barely believe the way your perception of him had changed over the course of three weeks.

“I aced my exam yesterday because of you,” he said, grinning.

“That’s great!” you congratulated him. “But in the end, it was you who studied and wrote it, so I’m not sure how much credit I deserve for that.”

“Without you I would have studied a tenth of what I actually did,” he said. Then, you suddenly realized something.

“Wait? Did you study for another exam today?” you asked.

“No, I just wanted to hang out with you.”

You laughed and he looked puzzled.

“My exam was three days ago! I had nothing to study for either,” you said. He finally realized.

“So, we were sitting and studying just to keep each other’s company for three hours, when we could have done something else for once? Are you kidding me?” he laughed. His laugh was familiar to you now, and when a few weeks ago you would have rolled your eyes at the way he grabbed your shoulder when he laughed, you now experienced a warm feeling at the sound and his touch. It wasn’t romantic, but you genuinely believed you might have managed to make friends with a fuckboy. Props to you.

“You know, now that we’re not stressing over exams, or rather, now that you’re not stressing over exams, because I never did either way…do you wanna hang out at my place for a while?” he asked, smirking. This time you did roll your eyes.

“No sex,” you said.

“I didn’t even hint at that!” he said. “Can a guy not hang out with his lady friend on a lovely Thursday night?”

You laughed at his dramatic gestures and in the process decided to go with him. Truth was, you really did enjoy his company, and frankly you were getting tired of only seeing him at the library.

“Alright, let’s go,” you laughed.

A weird rush of memories came over you when you stepped into his home. The only other time you had been there, your hands had been glued to each other’s bodies and your lips touched places of his you hadn’t thought about in a while. Your opinion of him had undergone a 180° flip since then. Or so you had thought, because suddenly everything reminded you of how good the sex with him had been. The door he had been leaning against while you had his dick in your mouth reminded you of his moans, and how his hands had tugged on your hair so nicely. Your skin tingled and you remembered the hickeys you had tried to cover up without success the following day. And to make matters worse, you realized he was wearing the same shirt he had worn to the party back then. You felt instantly embarrassed to remember such a detail. Get it together, you urged yourself inwardly. He’s your friend now, and friends don’t think such things about each other.  

You greeted his roommate, who raised his eyebrows when H/N introduced you as his friend.

“What are you playing?” you asked, referring to his roommate, who was holding a console controller. You gave H/N a look, as if to ask how he felt about joining his roommate in playing video games.

“We can play, but just know that you’re signing up for losing to me…over and over and over…” he said, whilst nudging your shoulder three times. You hated how handsome he looked while he said that.

“I sense someone has a superiority complex,” you replied, confidently grabbing one of the controllers. “Time to change that.”

H/N’s roommate only laughed and handed him the other controller. “I think I like your new friend.”

~~~

“I told you, you were done for,” H/N still reminisced, as he walked you back to your dorm that night.

“I counted, and you won 5 times. I won 4 times. It’s not that deep,” you said to your defense. “And I did that without any practice while you probably know this game front to back.”

“A close win is still a win,” he teased, putting his arm around your shoulder playfully.

“I’m surprised how little you care about grades with how competitive you are in every other aspect,” you teased him back.

“Who knows, maybe I’ll become a nerd under your influence,” he said. You had almost arrived at your dorm now as you chuckled.

“And I was about to ask you if you would be at the party tomorrow. Are we switching roles now?” you joked.

“What kind of question is that,” he said, making it sound more like a statement than a question. “Of course I’ll be there. Does that mean you’re going too?”

You nodded and grinned. You had been excited for the party, but knowing he will be there, you could barely wait now. From the moment he hugged you goodbye, to the moment you left your dorm to go to the party the next day, you practically counted the hours.

~~~

You arrived at the house party with your roommate, but she was gone quickly after she had spotted her crush. You had told her to go for it and were now watching in amusement as she talked to him shyly across the room. The cold of the marble kitchen counter made its way through your dress as you leaned against it. This was the spot you had first met him. Speaking of the devil. His eyes met yours the moment he walked into the room. His smirk was prominent while he walked up to you and then looked at you, as if waiting for you to speak first.

“As you said, we’re switching fuckboy and nerd roles now, so shouldn’t you be the one to chat me up this time?” he finally broke the silence.

“Chat you up? So we’d end up in your bed together again? We said that wasn’t going to happen, remember?” you said.

“For someone who apparently doesn’t want to hook up with me, you bring up us having sex quite often,” he stated. Then he bent his head, so his mouth was right at your ear. “It’s almost like you’re the one struggling not to want me now.”

You felt upset at his words. But not because it was typical for fuckboys to assume that every girl wanted them – you knew that all along – no, you were angry at yourself because he was completely right.

“I wouldn’t blame you,” he said, before you could even form a coherent thought. “It’s not like I ever really stopped wanting you. How could I ever ignore how hot you are?”

He really had no filter at this point. Had he been any guy you had just met – you would have laughed and brushed him off. But it was your friend, who was not only funny but who you also thought to be equally as hot as he had just called you. And somehow, his boldness caught on to you.

“You must really have a thing for French accents,” you said, referring to your first conversation. “If you keep wanting me over everybody else.”

He laughed a little, but then went serious again. “You would be right. I haven’t stopped thinking about how flawless your French is.”

His hands were touching your sides now, setting off a shiver that went through your entire body at the simple sensation. You felt his body heat radiate towards you because of how close he was standing by now. On instinct, your eyes danced from his eyes to his lips and back. Frankly, you had no problem if he decided to kiss you in the middle of this party. But you knew where this was going. You knew, the moment he put his lips on yours, you would only want more. And those kind of things you wanted him to do to you, they most certainly weren’t socially acceptable to do in public. So you moved your face even closer to him and spoke.

“Then what are we still doing here?”

He instantly grinned and understood. You had never spent such a short while at a party before. But you had no problem with leaving when he was the main reason you had gone there in the first place. Your friend gave you a suspicious smirk as you passed her in the hallway, making you chuckle and inwardly wish her good luck with her crush again.

You were halfway at his dorm when he put his arm around your waist.

“Can’t we just make out somewhere against a house wall or something? I think I’m going crazy,” he said.

“There’s no way I’m becoming the next gossip topic on campus,” you said, pulling him after you as you fastened your steps.

“That’s only if someone saw us…” he argued, “And they’d be talking about me too.”

“Honey you’re already everyone’s favorite conversational topic,” you said.

“I am?” he asked, smirking. You were finally approaching his dorm building. “Does that mean you talk about me when I’m not there?”

“I like to keep to myself,” you said. He was unlocking the front door and you followed him inside, approaching his and his roommate’s room. “But my friend never shuts up about you.”

“Well you’ll have one hell of a story to tell her tomorrow,” he smirked, completely aware of how well-known he was at this university. His keys jingled in his hands as he inserted them into the lock. Your hands tingled in impatience. Finally, you stepped inside and waited for him to close the door behind you.

“Or you could keep it to yourself,” he then said, grabbing your hips and pulling you flush against his body. “We can make this our little secret. Since friends don’t do these kind of things, do they?”

You couldn’t wait any longer. Your mouth crashed against his in a heated kiss, wasting no time to lick over his bottom lip. He groaned into your mouth, his hands on your body seeming as hungry as his tongue was. You hadn’t even bothered to turn on the light, so now you both stumbled into the room, which was only dimly lit by the streetlights outside. Within seconds his hair was completely disheveled by how your hands grabbed locks of it, and you impatiently tugged at the hem of his shirt.

Swiftly, he pulled away for a moment to pull it over his head. You were going to kiss his neck, but instead he quickly lifted you to sit you on the table behind you. Right away, your legs wrapped around his waist to pull him closer. A small moan slipped past your lips when his hands pushed your dress up your thighs. His fingers reached dangerously close to your center, but never came quite close enough. His skin was soft when you kissed his collarbones, sucking purple marks as if painting on an unused canvas. Your quiet moans turned into more impatient sighs and whimpers because he didn’t seem to move his hands far enough up your thighs.

“I missed that noise,” he said. “You know what else I missed?”

You looked up from where you had been kissing his neck, giving him a questioning gaze.

“I wanna taste you again,” he said, kissing you deeply. You sighed against his lips, your legs automatically spreading wider. Already you felt a wetness pooling between your thighs, only upon hearing him say those words. Your dress had fully ridden up to your hips by now, and his fingers were hooked into the sides of your underwear, lazily playing with the material. His lips moved to your neck, leaving soft kisses and small bites here and there, while you arched your back against his chest, the desire in the pit of your stomach creating a pleasurable twist.

You still had your dress on, so his kisses stopped by your neckline, before he slowly pushed your waist towards the table. You were quick to react. Leaning backwards, you spread your legs wider so he could settle between them. He made you take in a sharp breath when he pushed the material of your underwear to the side. One of his fingers slid between your wet folds. The touch was so small, yet you wanted him so badly that any touch, no matter how little it might have seemed, made you feel like falling over the edge.

And of course, he had to comment on your reaction.

“You sound like someone who has a lot of pent-up sexual frustration, sweetheart,” he teased. “Why could that be?”

“Shut up,” you said through gritted teeth - right before you moaned again, as he slipped his finger inside of you, your juices coating his digits to his knuckles.

“Could that be…,” he went on, now adding another finger. ”Because you tried to prove to yourself you didn’t want me when you really did?”

“Why don’t you use your pretty mouth for something more useful than trying to figure me out,” you said.

“Alright, alright,” he said, smirking at you. You watched intently as he finally pulled your now soaked panties off your legs. Before his lips could touch your center, his breath fanned against the skin of your thighs, your head already feeling dizzy. When his tongue did finally come in contact with your center, your eyes shut in pleasure. You whimpered his name, and in that moment you didn’t care how weak you sounded.

“Just for your information,” you said, and his head perked up again. “No, don’t stop, keep going.”

He did as you told, his head dipping between your legs, and within a moment your clit was between his lips, tongue playing with the sensitive bundle of nerves.

“I never said I didn’t want you again,” you said. “But I think us becoming friends instead of instantly hooking up again wasn’t a mistake.”

He chuckled against your center, the vibrations of his voice only adding to the arousal you felt throughout your whole body. Seemed like he wasn’t going to comment on your words, but his laugh sounded like he agreed. When he slowed down his licks for a short while, you impatiently wiggled against his mouth. His arms wrapped around your thighs, coming to lay on your stomach. When he now fastened his actions, teeth accidentally grazing over your clit, it only felt ten times more intense, and you realized now you had been holding your breath from how focused you had been on the feeling. Your heart was hammering against your ribcage like it was trapped inside. You had long surrendered to the uncontrolled noises that were leaving your mouth continuously.

He ate you out like a starved man, occasionally swapping his lips for his fingers. The way he rubbed your sweet spot so quickly, all whilst watching your every reaction had your eyes rolling back in pleasure. It was like a fire, consuming you from the inside, and all you wanted was to jump off the edge, into the cold water that would quench your thirst for relief. You couldn’t help but close your eyes, chasing the feeling.

“I’m so close, fuck-“ you moaned. In approval, he hummed against your core.

“Go ahead,” he mumbled, before he leaped at your clit again. Two of his fingers teasing your entrance only made you want more of him. But it wasn’t like you were planning on being done with him after this. Just when you thought your arms were giving out underneath you, the torrent of cold water washed over you. You saw stars, as your legs clenched around his head, straining against his hands trying to keep them apart. One of your hands buried in his hair. You said his name like you worshipped him, but maybe in that moment you did. The more he continued, the more your sensitivity made your legs shake, so you pulled on his locks gently, signaling him you had enough. For now, at least.

Your breathing slowed with time and your heartbeat gradually normalized. Still with a feeling of bliss, you straightened up. There was a proud grin playing on his face when his eyes met yours. You didn’t keep up the eye-contact for too long, until your gaze wandered down his bare stomach to the obvious bulge in his pants.

“Need help there?” you asked. You jumped off the table and put your hands on his chest. His smirk softened to a gentle smile before he kissed you again. You barely noticed, but you moved along with him, towards his room.

“Take off my dress,” you said, and almost without disconnecting your lips, he opened the zip on the back of it. You slipped the straps over your shoulders and let the material pool by your ankles.

“Let me take care of it for you,” you said, hands getting busy with the front of his pants. While you unzipped the material, your other hand palmed him through his pants. A clearly pent-up groan erupted from his throat. It seemed like impatience took him over, and he quickly pulled down his pants himself, throwing them into a corner. His hand took yours and you joined him on the soft mattress.

You thought about saying something sexy, but you figured he had probably waited long enough for this by now. So, after giving him one more look, making sure to blink your eyes at him extra-innocently, you settled between his legs and took him into your mouth. The moment your hot tongue swiped over the tip of his cock he sucked in air through gritted teeth. You used your saliva to coat his length and wrapped your hand around the base. The noises he made when you started bobbing your head steadily lit another small fire in the pit of your stomach. You used your hand to follow your lips’ motions. Your free hand reached next to him, taking his own hand into yours and guiding it to your hair, which had been falling into your face and bothering you. He understood instantly, using his other hand to push it to the back of your head in a makeshift ponytail.

“You’re the fucking best at this,” he moaned. He used his hands to support the rhythm in which your head moved, making sure not to push you too far. Knowing what it would do to him, you looked up at him. The view of you, looking so pretty with your lips wrapped around his dick as he held your hair back was enough for him to groan again, a string of curse words following. With the way he looked fucked out after only a short while of your actions, you felt yourself get more aroused again, your legs pressing together in anticipation.

With a pop your lips pulled away from him, your thumb running over his tip for a moment. With a few kisses here and there, you made your way up his stomach and chest, until you leveled with his head.

“I want you inside of me,” you whispered against his lips. His eyes were dark, and your breath hitched in your throat when he softly touched your lips.

“I’ve wanted to hear those words for so long,” he said. Then, he bent around, fetching a condom from the nightstand.

“How do you want me?” you asked, watching him roll on the condom.

He chuckled, shaking his head lightly, so you gave him a quizzical look.

“How are you such a genius but this hot at the same time?” he asked, his look mirroring adoration. “It always seemed to me most girls think they need to choose between one of those two.”

“Well, I’m glad you know they don’t have to choose,” you said. “So, what’s it gonna be?”

“Can you get on all fours for me?” he asked. Another wave of desire washed over you with the way he looked you in the eyes so deeply as he said that. You smirked, finding a liking in his preferences. As he asked, you turned away from him, steadying yourself on your arms and knees.

The wait was the worst. While he took his time, grabbing the skin of your waist and ass, teasingly running his fingers over your dripping center, his touch gentle as a feather. You knew exactly he was doing this on purpose, just creating another situation he could tease you about later on. A whine escaped your lips as you pushed your ass backwards. You wanted more, and you wanted it now.

“Cute,” he said, one of his hands stroking over your bare back. You were about to tell him a snappy comment, when you felt the tip of his member run through your folds. Your sensitivity from your previous orgasm was long gone now, and you melted into his touch when he finally slid himself into you. You hummed in approval at his first few thrusts, which were deep, hitting a spot inside of you that made your eyes roll backwards in pleasure.

“Do you still like it rough?” he asked.

“I definitely don’t mind it,” you said, and a moment later whimpered, when he gripped your hips tightly and pulled you against him, his cock going even deeper. He pounded into you, and with every thrust moved you towards his body. The sound of your moans mixed with the slapping of his skin against yours, and you hoped you wouldn’t encounter any of his neighbors the next morning, because you didn’t exactly feel like having to explain these noises to them. He was cursing and saying your name – a sound you didn’t think you’d hear any time soon – making your head spin as you clenched around him. He groaned, his voice husky.

One of his hands found its way between your thighs, and you whimpered, your arms giving out underneath you. You remained on your knees, but now pushed your head into the pillows on the bed. Your moans were muffled against the mattress and you desperately grabbed fistfuls of the sheets. He was rolling your clit between his fingers all whist fucking you so good, you were willing to accept any soreness you might have felt the next day. And you knew you would – if not from how hard he was thrusting – surely his tight hold on you would still be apparent the next day. But you didn’t mind. In fact, the idea of having a visual reminder of what he was doing to you only turned you on more.

His thumb rubbed over your most sensitive spot and your legs shook for a moment, your walls clenching around him tightly.

“I’m so so close – fuck,” you said, your back arching, so you could be even nearer, and he could be deeper inside of you.

“Me too,” he agreed, and you noticed it too, by how his thrusts seemed less controlled and more impulsive with each passing moment. The knot in the pit of your stomach tightened, the more he touched you, and the longer you stayed focused on the sensation. You shut your eyes tightly, so you could chase the feeling, and it wasn’t long before you finally reached your high. It wasn’t long after you, that he followed, the way you closed your thighs around him only creating a more intense feeling for him. He bent over your back, pulling you even closer, as he rode out his orgasm, every last thrust making your legs shake a little bit from sensitivity.

When he finally pulled out, you were still breathing hard, barely able to open your eyes just yet. With a sigh, he plopped down next to you. You could feel the mattress shifting under his weight. Finally, you blinked slowly before looking at him. He was grinning with his arm covering his eyes.

“Are you okay?” he asked, before he slowly lifted his arm.

“Of course,” you said, resting your chin on his chest for a moment. “Are you?”

“Why wouldn’t I be?” he laughed.

“Oh, I’m not allowed to ask you that?” you joked.

“I’m not the one who was crying into the mattress two minutes ago,” he said, raising his eyebrows at you. Playfully, you slapped him.

“I was not crying!” you argued.

“If you say so,” he grinned. You only rolled your eyes and put your head back down on his chest. His heart beat steadily under your ear and the motion of his chest rising and falling made you sleepier than you already were. For a while you lay there in silence. You wondered if your friend was still at the party, or if she was waiting for you to come home tonight. Probably not. But then, you didn’t even know if he was alright with you staying.

“Can I stay over?” you asked, not thinking twice. It wasn’t an emotionally motivated question, more of a question of practicability. Friends had sleepovers, right?

“Sure,” he hummed. “If we make this a regular thing.”

“I’m sorry?” you asked.

“You ever heard of friends with benefits?” he suggested. It was scientifically proven that sex could make people fall in love – even if they never officially went out together. And the last thing you needed right now was a distracting boyfriend. But you couldn’t help it. He felt like heaven, and who said you were actually going to fall for him? Maybe his determination, which seemed strong, would catch on to you and you would never even think about catching feelings.

“So we’ll just call each other up when we feel horny?” you asked.

“Exactly,” he said. “Although, since we’re also friends now, it’s not like we’re only gonna see each other for sex.”

“I’ll remind you of that when you try to get into my pants at the first chance you get after today,” you teased him. He only grinned.

“What can I do? You’re too hot for me to not at least try.”

“My friend said there was a rumor about you. It said that you only hooked up with the same girl once,” you remembered suddenly.

“Well, you have proof now…it’s a rumor,” he said, his grin mischievous. “Or maybe you’re just an exception. That’s for you to find out.”

[maladaptive---daydreamer]

Fake it till you make it

You were never really one to receive post from home. Your parents would send you a letter every once in a while, sometimes a small care package towards the end of term, but they would come in black lidded boxes tied together with red silk ribbon. This was the precise reason why you were so confused when a school post owl dropped a crushed brown box in front of you and flew back to the owlery.

“What the hell is that?” Your best friend, Draco, asked, voice laced with disgust.

“I have no idea” you replied, cautiously picking the box up looking for a clue as to who the sender was.

“Well open it, don't leave us in suspense, Y/N�� Daphne urged.

You ripped the brown parchment off the box to be greeted with a cake box from a bakery in Hogsmeade. You lifted the crumpled box lid off to reveal a small square carrot cake. It had been decorated with white icing, and a note had been piped on with orange icing.

“Go out with me?” Daphne read. “Oh my, you’re getting asked out! Does it say who the sender was?”

Draco looked at you suddenly interested in this delivery.

“No it doesn’t, and I’m glad it doesn't because I definitely don’t want to go out with the owner of this cake.” You replied, pushing the box away from you and returning to your breakfast.

“You don't mind if I take that do you, Y/N?” Crabbe asked, licking his lips.

“Go ahead, Crabbe.” You pushed the box towards them and both him and Goyle reached for the cake.

“Acting as though you’ve never seen a cake in your lives, you disgust me the pair of you” Draco sneered. He picked up the parchment the cake was wrapped in with two fingers and began to stare at it.

“What are you doing?” You asked, looking up from the page of the Daily Prophet you were reading

“I’m checking to see who sent it.”

“I already did that, there was no name on it.”

“You might have missed it”

“I can read, Malfoy”

“Well there doesn't seem to be a name on here, a shame really, I would have enjoyed watching you turn him down and embarrass him in front of the whole school”

“Who said I would have turned him down?”

“You did, just now,”

“I only said that because its an anonymously sent cake, it could have been poisoned for all I know. Had I known who the cake was from I would have reacted differently”

Draco looked confused for a second before getting up, announcing he was going to make his way to potions. You and Daphne did the same a few minutes later and met up with him again in the queue outside the classroom. You had potions with the Ravenclaws, which according to the sorting hat was its next choice for you, but it believed you’d be better suited in Slytherin. It meant that you managed to get along well with some of the Ravenclaw students. Before long, Slughorn called you all in and you took your usual seat at the back, taking up a four-seat bench with you, Daphne, Draco and Blaise. Today's lesson was about sleeping potions, Slughorn announced he would be pairing you up rather than you working with the person you sat alongside. He began reading off a list, pairing Daphne with your friend, Alicia, Draco with Marcus Belby and you with Terry Boot.

You reluctantly got up and moved to a station near the front of the room.

“Morning, Y/N” Terry greeted, oddly giddy for a Tuesday morning

“Morning, Terry” you replied, giving him a small smile. You read through the instructions in your textbook and began to chop up your ingredients.

“Anything interesting happen this morning?” He asked, looking up from the valerian root he was chopping.

“I did get a weird package at breakfast.”

“Oh, you did?”

“Yeah, someone tried to ask me out, bit stupid though they didn't leave their name”

“I did! it was on the inside of the lid”

“Pardon?”

“Erm yeah sorry about that. What I meant to say is that I sent it.”

“Oh, right, well” You were honestly speechless, you had maybe spoken to Terry once, apologising for Draco’s remark about his mother.

“It's just you’re so beautiful and smart, and you’re nice”

“Terry I’m flattered but I’m just not interested”

“You think I’m ugly don’t you?”

“No- I”

“Don’t lie to me Y/N”

“No I swear, it's just” Your mind raced at a million miles an hour to try and come up with a passable lie. “It's just that I’m actually going out with someone already. We just haven't told anyone, you know how-”

“Who?” He cut you off, his face twisting with anger.

“I don't see how that’s any of your business” The sheer cheek of him was enough to make you angry as well,

“Well, then you’re lying, if it were true you’d say who. You do think I’m ugly”

“It’s,” You paused, blurting out the first name that came into your mind. “Its Draco”. You were already kicking yourself for spluttering his name out. Any Slytherin boy would have done fine, but you just had to say his name.

“Oh, right. Makes sense, you two are inseparable,”

An awkward silence had fallen over you and he barely spoke another word the whole lesson. Slughorn had administered each pairs sleeping potion on a cornish pixie, the pair who managed to keep their pixie asleep for long enough was due to receive a prize the next lesson. You returned to your seat at the back and grabbed your things.

“What’s wrong with you?” Draco asked, pulling the back of your robe

“Huh? what-”

“You look ill, do you need me to walk you to the hospital wing?”

“Walk the long way with me to defence against the dark arts?”

He nodded and the two of you left, splitting off from Daphne and Blaise.

You walked in silence for a bit

“Are you going to tell me what the matter is?” He stopped and faced you for a second

“I found out who sent me the cake” You admitted, continuing to walk

“And?”

“It was Terry Boot.”

Draco started to laugh.  “You’re lying”

“I swear but this isn't even the worst part” You were beginning to explain but he wouldn't stop laughing. “Draco, I’m serious! stop laughing there's more!”

He calmed down after a few seconds and you continued.

“I tried rejecting him nicely, but he just didn't take it. So I lied and told him I’m going out with someone”

“Oh? whos the unlucky bugger?”

You slapped his arm. “It's you”

“Me?” He looked genuinely shocked.

“I’m sorry it was the first name that came into my mind. But I just wanted to give you a heads up because he’ll probably tell his friends and the whole school will probably find out! Ugh I’m sorry Draco”

“Sorry for what?”

“Well that everyone’s going to think we're together”

“They could think of worse things, Y/N. Plus I don't care what they have to say about me,”

“you're not angry?”

“Of course not, people thought we were going out anyway.”

“Thank you, Draco, seriously”

“You know, we might as well make it believable, just until he moves on, something tells me Boot isn't going to let this drop.”

“What do you mean believable?”

“Like act like we’re a couple. Hold hands, you know all of that”

“But what about all your admirers”

“I could care less about them, your happiness and safety matters more than the opinions of the mediocre witches and wizards in this school”

You felt your heart swell a bit, you honestly didn't expect Draco to prioritise you like this. “So we should just fake it until he gets a girlfriend?”

“Exactly, just follow my lead”

You two ended up being a minute late to your lesson. He took your hand in his and the two of you walked in after everyone had taken their seats.

“Mr Malfoy, Miss Y/L/N, you are late to my lesson” Snape stated.

The whole class turned and looked at you, noting your hand clearly being held by Draco

“Sorry professor, we accidentally walked the long way from potions” Draco explained, swinging your hands.

“Two points from Slytherin, take your seats.” The two of you sat down.

“You and Draco?” Daphne hissed, knowing how long you had been crushing on him.

“Mind your business, Greengrass” Draco replied, sitting back in his chair putting his arm around the back of your seat.

“I'll explain later,” You promised, not wanting to piss off Snape, by talking in his lesson, any more than you already had.

For the rest of the day, you were ogled at like some caged animal in a zoo. Students from every year glanced and immediately dissolved into whispers with their friends. Word clearly travels fast around Hogwarts. You walked out of your last lesson with Daphne, getting ready to head to the Slytherin common room before dinner.

“You better be getting ready to explain this whole thing to me.” She said, pulling you away from the other students

“Yes, as soon as we get to our dorm-”

“Mind if I steal my girlfriend from you, Daphne?” Draco interrupted, appearing from what seemed to be nowhere.

“Yes I do actually,” She replied, pulling you further from Draco.

“Too bad, I’ll be taking her anyway”

“I swear I’ll tell you daph-” You explained apologetically, pulling your arm from her grasp.

Daphne stomped her foot like a toddler and turned to walk to the Slytherin common room. You, on the other hand, were stood with Draco, getting, even more, stares because the two of you were finally stood together, giving feeding truth into the rumour that was swirling around the school. He put his arm lazily around your shoulders and the two of you began your stroll to a more quiet part of the castle.

“I know you want to tell Daphne everything, but do you think that's wise?” He asked quietly

“Yes, she's my best friend, why wouldn't I?”

“I thought I was, I’m hurt”

“You are, you mug, but she is too”

“You know what a big mouth Daphne has, not to mention you know what she’s like once shes had a bit to drink, she might let it slip.”

You pondered what Draco had said. It was no secret that Daphne Greengrass liked to gossip, but it was also no secret that she couldn't handle her alcohol, spilling some of her families darkest secrets after a few shots. Not to mention had she slipped out that you lied about dating Draco it would be embarrassing for not only you but him.

“Ugh I hate that you’re right”

“When am I not?”

“But what am I supposed to tell her when she asks? She knows when I’m lying”

“Well we did spend basically the entire summer together, we’ll just say it happened then.”

“This is all so stressful! Why couldn't I have thought of another excuse? If I knew this was going to be the outcome, I would have agreed with him and said I found him ugly,” You dropped your head onto his chest. He wrapped both of his arms around you, swaying side to side.

“I know, love, but its too late to go back now”

You and Draco had been in this exact moment before in your friendship, only this time it felt different. You felt like you were more than two best friends consoling one another, it was almost as if you were just two teenagers in love. Only for a short while before reality came crashing down on you, it was all just fake.

The two of you went back to the common room to drop your school bags and robes before making your way to the hall for dinner. Despite it being late, there was still a large proportion of students sat down to eat. You took a deep breath as Draco’s hold on your hand tightened and the two of you walked in. Every single pair of eyes in the room were trained on you, it felt like an eternity before you finally got to your seats on the Slytherin table.

“Finally, you have no excuse not to explain yourself to me now, Y/N” Daphne scoffed.

“Don’t get your knickers in a twist, Greengrass. Were going out, that's it, what more do you want?” Draco retorted.

“Id like to know when, how, where. All of the details, Malfoy”

“Well we started going out in the holidays-” You began to explain before she cut you off.

“Pardon, the summer? As in 6 months ago? You have been hiding your relationship from me, your best friend for 6 whole months?” Daphne’s voice began to rise.

“Daphne-”

“Watch how you talk to my girlfriend, Greengrass, otherwise you'll find you can't speak another word.” Draco practically snarled at her, he looked as though he was about to rip her head off.

“I wanted to tell you, Daph I really did, I just wanted to keep it between Draco and I for a while, just in case it didn't work out, so it wouldn't be awkward.” You explained calmly.

“Hm, I guess that's a valid reason, you’re forgiven for now. But from here on out, I want to know everything. Did you at least find out who that ghastly cake was from?”

“Terry Boot”

She almost choked on her rice. You filled her goblet with some water and slid it to her.

“He confessed to me in potions, I tried to say I wasn't interested but he basically forced me to admit that I had a boyfriend”

“You poor thing,”

She had quickly forgotten and moved onto the next piece of Hogwarts gossip that took her fancy. Draco was engrossed with his own conversations and it hit you, your new reality was Draco Malfoy’s girlfriend, that was until Terry Boot managed to get his own one. It was something you had wanted since the second year, you felt as though you should have been over the moon, one of your most wild fantasies was playing out right in front of you, but you weren't. It wasn't going to last, you were sure he didn't even like you that way, he was just being the kind but overprotective Draco you had got to know over the past few years.

Once you had filled yourselves up with dinner, you and your friends made your way back to the common room, Draco's hand found yours and he held it as you walked down to the dungeons. Once you had got to the common room, Blaise forced a group of fourth years off the sofa in front of the fire and pulled out his deck of exploding snap, which you all played as a group. The warmth of the fire coupled with the comfort of the sofa made you want to curl up and fall asleep, you could feel your eyelids drooping as you tried and failed to suppress a yawn.

“Tired, love?” He asked, tilting his head.

“A little bit, I think I’ll head up to sleep in a bit” You responded, another small yawn passing your lips.

He nodded and simply pulled you into his side, your head falling on his chest and his arm around you resting on your hip

“God, you two are disgusting” Pansy grumbled as she walked past, taking note of you and Draco in your loved-up state.

“We all know you're just jealous you’re not in Y/N’s place” Crabbe laughed.

“Shut up Crabbe,” She snapped, trying to hit him around the back of his head but failing.

Your whole group laughed as she stomped away. You only managed to last another hour before you really were going to fall asleep, though you were reluctant to move from your position, you got up and announced you'd be heading to bed.

“I think I’ll join you.” Daphne yawned, getting up and stretching.

You made a move to leave but were pulled back by Draco.

“Gonna leave without saying goodnight were you?” He smiled

You laughed, “of course not, goodnight, Draco”

He kissed the back of your hand, sending a jolt of electricity from where his lips touched right to your brain, “goodnight, princess”

You smiled and headed up to bed, feeling as though you were floating on cloud 9.

Over the next few days, you had fallen into a routine, he’d wait at the bottom of the stairs from your dormitory for you to come down every morning, as soon as he saw you, he’d chirp a “good morning, love” before walking you to breakfast. He would walk you to and from every lesson that you didn’t have with him, he even went as far as waiting outside the girl's bathroom for you so he could walk with you back to the library. You had to admit it, Draco Malfoy was the best fake boyfriend.

One cold Wednesday afternoon, you were in the middle of a potions lesson, Slughorn was going on and on about the properties of belladonna, he even hinted it would come up in your exam, but all you could focus on was the contractions of your uterus. The first two days of your period were the worst, horrific cramps, bloating, tender boobs and hot flushes. Madam Pomfrey was aware of how debilitating your period was and would always send owls to your teachers informing them you would be absent from lessons, you didn't even care that Snape would find out about your period, all you wanted was to lie in bed. You tried your hardest to ride out the pain for the next 40 minutes of the lesson before you could go to the hospital wing and get something for the pain.

“Just ask Slughorn to leave early,” Daphne whispered.

“This is going to be on the exam, I can't just leave now”

“Y/N, you are literally dying, I’ll give you my notes, just please go to the hospital wing”

“I’ll be fine,”

You took a deep breath and shrugged your robe off you in an attempt to cool down. Draco slide you a note

‘Everything okay?’

‘Yeah, just my period, nothing to worry about :)’

‘Are you sure? I know how bad they get’

‘I’ll be fine, focus on the lesson!’

‘How can I focus when you’re in pain’

‘Oh shut up, I’ll be fine, I’m a big girl’

Draco read your last message and slid the sheet of parchment into his textbook. Another jolt of pain ran across your abdomen, causing you to squeeze your belly in pain. Draco’s arm shot up almost instantaneously.

“Professor, Y/N isn't feeling well, may I escort her to the hospital wing?”

“Of course m’boy”

You glared at Draco before collecting your things. and trying to discreetly leave the classroom without disrupting the lesson further.

“Do feel better Y/L/N” Slughorn called from the front of the room.

“Thank you, professor” you mumbled, feeling slightly embarrassed.

“Here give me your bag,” He said, going to grab your bag off your shoulder.

“I’m on my period, Draco, not dying”

He held out his hand anyway and you handed him your bag. He knew you hated being touched too much, it made you feel hotter, so he linked his pinky with yours.

“The corridors are empty, you don't need to hold my hand,” you stated, looking around

“I don't need to but I like to, your hands are soft” You saw him blush slightly as he said it. You simply smiled as the two of you walked into the hospital wing.

“Ah, miss Y/L/N, I’ve been expecting a visit from you” Madam Pomfrey went into her store cupboard and produced a violet potion and measured a dose. “You know the drill, come back tomorrow after breakfast and I’ll give you more, I’ll send an owl to your teachers, what’s your next lesson?”

“We have transfiguration” Draco answered for you while you finished downing your medicine.

“Right, well I’ll tell Professor McGonagall you'll both be absent from the lesson, be sure to catch up with the missing work Mr Malfoy”

You thanked Madam Pomfrey before returning to the Slytherin dormitory. The boys had managed to disable the charm that prevented them from coming up into the girls' dorms, so Draco followed you up.

“Draco, honestly I’m fine.” You signed, dropping onto your bed

“You don’t look fine,” He crossed his arms and looked down at you.

“I just need to get into some comfy clothes and lie down and I’ll be fine, I even have chocolate in my trunk.” You crouched down and opened your trunk and fished out your slab of Honeydukes chocolate. surprised to find that you only had 6 squares left.

“That’s hardly enough, wait here.”

“Dra-”

He turned and went down the stairs, leaving you alone. You changed out of your skirt and into some comfy trousers and were about to unbutton your blouse when Draco returned with a full slab of Honeydukes chocolate and his old quidditch jumper.

“I remember you saying how soft this was, I don't need it anymore, you're free to keep it,” He said sheepishly

“Thank you, Draco, seriously” He smiled at you and just stood there, looking at you. “Erm, I need to change,”

He slowly turned around and you unbuttoned your blouse and unhooked your bra throwing it on your bed before putting the jumper on.

“I’m done,”

He turned around, his eyes immediately landing on your black lace bra on your bed, you followed his gaze and quickly snatched the bra and stuffed it back in your trunk.

“I had you pegged for a cotton bra girl myself,” He smirked

“If you think that's scandalous, you should see what I wear on the bottom” you replied, winking. You got under your covers and began to open the chocolate, Draco sat awkwardly at the foot of your bed.

“Why are you sitting like that?”

“I’ve never been in your dormitory before,”

“It's literally the same as yours, come, sit” You moved a bit to the side and he came and sat next to you, stretching his legs out. At this point it was a reflex, his arms wrapped themselves around you as you buried yourself into him.

“Draco,”

“Hmmm”

“Thank you,”

“You’ve said that already”

“I mean it, honestly,”

“Anything for you, princess”. You two fell into a comfortable silence as you lay on his chest, being lulled to sleep by his chest rising and falling.

You were awoken by a loud squeal, you blinked and slowly opened your eyes.

“You two are just the cutest!” Daphne shouted.

You looked around confused for a moment until you saw what was in Daphne’s hand. She handed you a small bouquet of roses with a note attached that read:

I didn't have the heart to wake you, I’ll bring you dinner if you're not up to coming down, I hope you feel better, love - D x

You smiled as you conjured up a small vase filled with water. It was time to admit it, you were deeply, truly and utterly in love with Draco Malfoy

A Hogsmeade trip had been planned for that weekend, at first, you were planning on skipping it, but after some convincing, you decided you’d go. You decided to replenish your potions store, as well as getting some more quills and ink. Draco treated you to some sweets from Honeydukes, before you and your group headed into the three broomsticks to grab a butterbeer before you returned to the castle. You sat in a booth with Blaise, Daphne, Goyle and Pansy, choosing to squeeze yourself right in the corner. Blaise got up to order the drinks returning a few moments later with six butterbeers in his hands. The six of you fell into a discussion about the quidditch tournament, the boys getting heated over Ravenclaw’s win over Slytherin in their last match. After a while Daphne excused herself to go to the bathroom, only to run back a few moments later.

“You will not guess who I just saw snogging Hannah Abbott in the women’s toilet” Daphne yelled, sitting back in her seat at the end of the table.

You all looked at her, waiting for the other shoe to drop.

“Terry fucking Boot!”

The whole group looked at you and Draco. At that moment you felt a million different emotions, recently it had felt like you weren't faking anymore, you had tricked yourself into thinking that it was all real, forgetting about your deal with Draco. But you knew that this revelation meant it was all over, you and Draco would fake an amicable break-up and remain to be best friends and the thought of that killed you.

“Well, at least now he won't get hexed for looking at my girlfriend” Draco joked.

You smiled and took a sip of your butterbeer. Once you had all finished your drinks, you returned to the castle and settled in your spot in the common room. You were sat with Draco but all you could think about was how this little bubble you were in was going to burst soon. You practically zoned out, your eyes losing focus as you stared at the fire.

“Are you quite alright? You look as though you’ve been stunned” Daphne asked, looking confused.

“Mmm I don’t feel too good, I don't think being out in the cold was a good idea” you mumbled, blinking slowly.

Daphne came and felt your forehead.

“You do feel a bit warm, why don’t you go lie down for a while”

You agreed and went up to lie in your bed for a while. You ended up skipping dinner too, you played up your symptoms to Daphne and she left you alone out of fear that she’d catch whatever you had. You didn’t end up getting out of bed until the next morning, barely having the energy to brush your teeth before you trudged to the great hall for breakfast in your pyjamas. Draco saw you come in and his eyes lit up, he was worried after Daphne told him you were sick. As soon as you sat down he began to pile food into your plate.

“Whoa calm down, I’ll barely be able to eat half of that” You pushed his hand back to the bowl of baked beans prompting him to drop the spoon back into the bowl.

“You haven’t eaten since yesterday, you must be starving, love”

You shook your head reaching for a cereal bowl instead. He looked at you concern filling his face. He kept glancing over at you while you ate, making note of your unusual silence. Once he had noticed you stopped eating your cereal squeezed your hand under the table, you pulled your hand away and acted as though you were scratching an itch on the side of your neck.

“Y/N why don’t we take a visit to madam Pomfrey, just to make sure you’re okay”

“I’m fine Draco, it’s probably just a cold”

“Draco’s right, you should make sure it’s nothing contagious or something” Daphne agreed

“Fine, let’s go then” You dusted your pyjamas off and got up, defeated.

You followed Draco out of the great hall. He began walking the opposite direction to the hospital wing and pulled you into a deserted part of the corridor.

“Are you okay?” He asked immediately, his tall frame towering over you.

“I’m just tired Draco, that’s all”

“You can’t lie to me, I’m your best friend”

“I’m not lying, I’m just tired, I haven’t been sleeping well the past few days”

“Has someone said something? Threatened you? I swear if I get my hands on them”

“No ones done anything. You don’t need to keep the overprotective boyfriend act up anymore, we’re alone and Terry has a girlfriend now”

“Act?” His face had fallen and he turned to look away

“Draco?”

“You really thought it was all an act?”

“Was it not? You said it yourself, we were faking it until he got a girlfriend so that he wouldn’t try and make a move on me”

“How can you be one of the smartest witches in our house but be so dense at the same time. “

“Excuse me,”

“It wasn't an act for me”

Your heart stopped.

“What?” you honestly couldn’t believe what you were hearing

“It wasn't an act for me. I didn't do all that just because I wanted Boot to back off, I did it cause I’ve fancied you for a while” Draco began pacing, as he explained himself

“but-”

“You said you would have gone out with the sender of that cake if it wasn't anonymously sent. I don't know why, but it didn’t sit right with me. I didn't like the fact that you were willing to go out with someone that wasn't me.”

“So you waited for me to find out who did send it, so you could propose this crazy idea?”

“I didn’t expect you to find out, hell I didn't even know I was going to say it, but once you agreed to go along with it, I felt like maybe you’d see that us being more than just best friends wasn't that bad, and maybe you'd be willing to give me a chance.”

“Can I let you in on a little secret?”

He stopped and looked down at you and nodded,

“I've fancied you since second year”

He smiled and grabbed both your hands

“And since we’ve been fake going out, I’m pretty sure I’m in love with you now,”

“Say that again”

“I’m in love with you Draco,”

“Say it again,” he said, placing his hands on your cheeks and staring into your eyes with adoration.

You laughed “I love you”

“I love you so much more, princess. Way more than I can even explain”

You beamed up at him, you felt like you could honestly explode at this point. all those years of crushing on him and wishing you could tell him how you felt, and here you were.

“I'm going to kiss you” He whispered

“I think it's about time you did”

He moved slowly before giving you a sweet but passionate kiss. His lips were softer than you thought they'd be.

“At least now we don't need to worry about telling our friends,” You joked, resting your forehead against his.

He laughed and kissed you again. Something you know you would never get tired of. As cliche as it seemed, you did it, your best friend was now your boyfriend. It was just you and Draco, safe in your perfect bubble.

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Navigating the Storm 2/4

Summary: Emma Swan navigates the aftermath of Neverland by trying to deal with everything the way she always has, by locking all her feelings away. Between having to share Henry with two other people now, her parents confession in the Echo Caves, her parents pushing her towards a man she has no interest in, and feelings for another man that she never expected to feel, Emma is at the end of her rope. *Post Neverland - No Curse*

Author’s Note: Thank you again to the wonderful @hollyethecurious for beta reading services! After the response to Part 1 - I am so nervous in hoping that Part 2 lives up to its predecessor. 

Rated M        3.1K        ao3         ffnet        Part 1        Under the cut, promise

Emma woke, wrapped in a warm embrace and her body immediately tensed in the fog of early morning brain haze. She never spent the night! Then she remembered where she was and who she was with and although a new fear popped into her head as she realized she was exactly where she wanted to be, Emma decided to unpack that later. They were both on their left sides and his right arm and leg cocooned her. She relished just how nice it felt to be right here, right now. Under normal circumstances Emma might feel smothered, but the crisp Maine air had penetrated the cabin a bit and his body heat was heavenly.

“Don’t run off, Swan,” he grumbled in a raspy, sleep-filled voice. “I can feel you thinking.”  

“What do you mean, ‘feel me thinking’?” she asked, mocking his husky morning voice and accent. She fell into giggles when he squeezed her in his arms and tickled her side. 

“Your body tensed as soon as you woke, that’s what I mean.”

“I actually wasn’t thinking about running off.” Emma sat up as she pondered how to translate what she was feeling. “I mean I was, but I was more thinking about not running. I know this is going to sound ridiculous because it sounds stupid in my own head, so don’t laugh.”

“Try me,” he said softly, as he sat up next to her. 

“Have you ever done things the same way for so long, or done the same thing so many times, that to not do the same thing scares you?”

Hook chuckled and nodded his head as he picked up on exactly what she was saying.

“I said no laughing,” she deadpanned.

“I wasn’t laughing at you darling, I merely know exactly the feeling you are referencing.”

Emma folded her arms over her chest and raised an eyebrow skeptically.

“Let me share with you,” he offered, “since I see you are doubting me, despite your lie detector’s silence.”

Emma narrowed her eyes, damn him for always being so right about her. Open book, his words echoed in her head.

“Why do you think I left when you appealed to me to help you and your boy, to be a part of something?”

Emma took a moment to consider this, and though she’d always assumed it was because he was the ruthless Captain Hook, maybe there was something to what he was saying. “Because it was what you had always done? Look out for yourself, you’ll never get hurt.”

“Precisely Swan, but - and this is where I understand what you are talking about, when you appealed to me, every part of me wanted to stay and help. I wanted to stay for you. For the first time in centuries, my focus wasn’t on my revenge, and that? Well that scared the shite out of me.”

Emma was a little bit speechless, she’d always been thankful that he’d come back, but she’d never stopped to really question why. In fact, she was embarrassed to admit that at the time, she’d assumed he’d found some self-serving purpose to help them. Placing her hand on his cheek, she leaned in to kiss him gently. “Thank you for coming back,” she murmured. “I don’t think I ever truly thanked you. And since you’re always asking for gratitude in the form kisses, that’s what that kiss was for.” 

“Let me show you how I say you’re welcome.”

Emma laughed, a carefree little thing, as he tackled her to the bed and kissed her soundly. When Hook broke the kiss, Emma tried drawing him back in, but found he was sticking to his word. While she was disappointed to not experience more of this man while she had him in bed, she knew that this was one of the kindest things anyone had ever done for her, putting her well-being first, even when she didn’t want to.

“We should get you home, lass, your parents are probably worried about you. I don’t suppose you checked in with them on your talking phone?”

“It’s just a phone,” Emma giggled, secretly finding it adorable that he was trying to learn new world lingo, “not a talking phone. And no, I didn’t. I left my phone at the diner so no one would bug me.”

“Bollocks, Swan. You’ll be lucky if there isn’t a massive search party underway already,” he said as he jumped out of bed. 

Emma took his proffered hand and left the comfort of the bed as well. “Ugh, you’re probably right.”

“Let me walk you home?” Hook asked after they’d dressed.

“I’d like that,” Emma answered. “Think we have time to grab a cup of coffee at Granny’s?”

They walked in relative silence as Emma pondered her next steps in helping herself. She was tired of feeling like a prisoner in her own life. Hook had made some really good points last night. Who knew Captain Hook was a life coach in training?

By the time they arrived at the loft, Emma had made a choice. Grabbing his hook, since he was holding a coffee in his hand, she said, “I’m going to talk to my parents this morning, about everything.”

“I think that’s a smart idea, love,” Hook affirmed, before taking a sip of his coffee.

“Will you come inside with me?”

After choking on his coffee and coughing until he was almost blue in the face, he answered truthfully. “I think that is the opposite of a smart idea, but… as you wish.” 

“Thank you,” Emma sighed in relief. Before she could grab the handle to the door, it swung open. 

“David, it is her!” Snow called over her shoulder. “Emma! We were so worried about you!” she cried as she wrapped her arms around her daughter. “I heard the coughing at the door and hoped it was you. You didn’t come home and I was so scared someone or something had gotten to you.”

“I’m fine, mom,” Emma assured her, hugging her back with her free arm.

“What’s he doing here?” 

Emma gritted her teeth as she peered into the loft and saw Neal standing inside. What the hell are you doing here? she wanted to scream at him. “I asked him to come with me,” Emma answered with a measure of calmness she was drawing straight from where she was still gripping Hook’s hook.

David stepped forward to join his wife and daughter in an embrace. “I’m so glad you’re alright,” he whispered. “Come inside,” David said as he ushered Hook and Emma into the loft. 

“Where’d you spend the night,” Neal asked.

“I don’t see how that is any of your business,” Emma growled. 

“Why is he here?” Emma asked, looking between her parents.

“I called him this morning when you hadn’t come home,” Snow confessed, eyes downcast to the floor. “I asked him if he knew where you were and he got worried and came over. We were going to get a search party organized. I’m sorry, Emma.”

“It’s okay,” Emma said, reaching to grab her mom’s hand. She didn’t miss the way her mom’s eyes shot up to meet her own, relief clear in the relaxed set of her brows as Emma uttered those two simple words. She gave her mom’s hand a squeeze before letting it go. “Let’s talk.”

Turning to Hook, she nodded her head toward the kitchen and pulled him forward. They both sat down at the dining table, where Snow and David joined them.

“I’m sorry I worried you guys last night. It was… bad form,” she smiled at the turn of phrase, “of me to leave my phone at the diner and not let you guys know I was okay. Killian was kind enough to let me stay aboard the Jolly for the night.”

“You really think jumping straight into Hook’s bed is the best thing for Henry?” Neal sputtered.

“You’re out of line, Bae,” Hook snapped.

“It’s okay,” Emma whispered to Hook, then she stood from the table and walked straight over to Neal, until her face was inches from his. 

Anger boiled in her belly, but she tamped it down and instead spoke with composure she didn’t feel. “Again, I fail to see how that is any of your business. I don’t give a fuck what you think about who I spend my time with or where I spend my nights. You lost that right so long ago. And I would never do anything to jeopardize Henry’s best interest, so you can stop using that as a cover for your jealousy of Hook. Now you can stay or you can go, but the conversation I am about to have with my parents probably isn’t something you want to stick around for.” She whipped around without waiting for a response and sat back down next to Hook at the dining table.

Emma looked between her parents as they sat next to each other holding hands, and it made her happy that they had each other. “Mom, Dad, we have to talk,” Emma started, pausing only momentarily when the door to the loft opened and slammed shut. “I let everything build up after we got back from Neverland. Last night was the absolute wrong time to try to make you guys understand all I’ve been keeping inside, and I’m sorry that I went off and then stormed out. I’ve never been the best at talking things out.”

“Emma, we only want what’s best for you,” David said sincerely. 

“I know that,” she said confidently. She reached across the table to place her hand atop her parents' joined hands to make sure she had their attention. “Neal is not what’s best for me.”

“I’m sorry we were pressuring you toward him,” her father interjected. “It’s obvious now that something happened between you two, but your mother and I didn’t know that.”

“That’s what I wanted to discuss this morning,” Emma said, sitting back in her chair. “I want to tell you what I should have told you from the very first time you mentioned Neal and I getting back together. Killian once asked me if I’d ever been in love and I lied to him. I lied because I was ashamed to admit that I had been in love once and I’d gotten my heart broken like the stupid, naive teenager I was.” 

She looked over to the man himself, and took his hook in her hand again. He smiled at her, giving her a reassuring nod. “Look, I’m going to make this as quick as possible, because this is something I hate to even think about, let alone talk about. Without going into all the details, when I was sixteen, I met Neal. We got together and eventually decided we wanted a better life, more than petty crime and sleeping in stolen cars. Neal said he had a way for us to make that better life, but it involved one last job, and I was stupid enough to help. When all was said and done, he left me holding the bag for his crime, because Pinocchio had found him and told him that I was The Savior. An anonymous tip was made to the cops and I was arrested. I was charged with possession of stolen goods in an amount exceeding the grand theft larceny limit, and they put me in prison for eleven months.”

Hook shifted in his seat, and she didn’t miss the fury in his eyes. “That’s where I found out I was pregnant, that’s where your grandson was born,” Emma’s voice cracked with a sob as the pain she’d dealt with on her own came rushing back. “What exists between me and Neal now, can only be based on what happened between us then. I hated myself, and by extension I hated him, because I did the one thing I’d vowed my whole life that I’d never do if I had a child of my own. I gave him up.”

David and Snow sat silently, grief stricken as they listened to Emma tell the story of what had happened to her when she was still just a child herself. A steady flow of tears trailed down Snow’s cheeks as she faced the collateral damage of a choice she’d made. David was ashen as he thought back to the moment he’d placed his precious daughter into that wardrobe so she could be The Savior. 

“And I hate that I put those looks on your faces, I know you had no choice in sending me away, but I didn’t know it back then,” she continued, straining to get the words out through the tears. Emma leaned into Hook when he wrapped his arm around her shoulder, helping her to fight the intrinsic urge to shut down, with just his supportive embrace. 

“I didn’t make the time to process anything that happened over the last few months, Neal returning, Neal dying, Henry being kidnapped, Neal being alive, mom wanting a new baby, Dad almost dying, Henry almost dying. Then we came home, and not only did I have to share Henry with Regina, but now I had to share him with Neal of all people. And he just wouldn’t let up about getting back together and putting the past behind us for Henry’s sake, like it was my fault that there is this wedge between us. The final straw was having you two push me toward Neal, it made things…  unbearable.”

“I’m so sorry, Emma,” her mother spoke first, “we had no idea.”

“How could you,” Emma said, “I tried to sweep everything under the rug instead of talking to you guys. I didn’t want your pity and I didn’t want to be the reason you’d pass judgement on Neal.”

Snows brows furrowed. “Emma, sweetie, parents are always going to lament the wrongs their children experience, it’s because we love you, not because we pity you. It’s especially painful, at least for us,” Snow said, looking at David for confirmation, “because we weren’t there to pick up the pieces with you.”  

“I’m sorry I never took the time to explain any of it,” Emma apologized.

“You have nothing to apologize for,” David spoke. “That… coward, he’s the only one at fault here. I’m just sorry I didn’t know sooner.”

Despite the somber mood, Emma couldn’t help but chuckle at that. Hook sat next to her, no doubt spoiling for a fight with Neal, and her father looked just as primed to knock her ex down a peg or two. “He’s still Henry’s father, and I didn’t want everyone in town to hate him because of what happened between me and him. That’s why I never said anything. And now that I have, I don’t need you, either of you,” she amended, looking between Hook and her father, “seeking to avenge me.”

“No sucker punches, then?” Hook asked, looking at David while rubbing his jaw subconsciously.

“Or sneak attacks with a crowbar?” the prince asked, eying Hook.

“Exactly,” Emma said, “I just need my parents to back me up when it comes to the fact that there is no me and Neal, and there never will be.”

“We promise,” David said solemnly. 

“Of course,” Snow agreed. 

“And just so there is no question, I am happy that you guys want to try for another baby. I was just a little taken off guard when you mentioned it in Neverland, I was already struggling with the whole orphan game that Pan was playing. I’ve always felt replaceable, a byproduct of being in foster care, and no one has ever stuck around, so it took me a hard minute to realize that you weren’t trying to replace me.”

“We just got you back!” Snow exclaimed. “We would never try to replace you, Emma.”

“I know that, logically. Like I said, some of this was my bullshit that I needed to deal with. I just wanted you guys to know that I am happy for you, and I also needed you to understand where my head has been these past two weeks.”

“Thank you for trusting us enough to confide all of that to us,” David said. “I hope you know we are always here for you. And Hook,” David continued as he extended his hand across the table, “thank you for taking care of our baby girl last night, she needed someone and I’m glad you were there.” 

Hook scratched behind his ear as he tried to come up with an apt response. His instinct was always toward sarcasm or innuendo, but he knew now was the time for neither. Accepting the handshake, Hook replied graciously. “You’re welcome, Dave. I’m glad I was there, too.”

“All this talking has made me really hungry,” Emma said. “Anyone up for breakfast at Granny’s?”

“Why don’t you and Hook go,” Snow suggested. “Your father and I already ate and now that there is no search party, we can still make our appointment to look at a property.”

“A property?” Emma asked.

“We want more space,” her father started, “and I miss having land and animals around.”

“I guess it is a little crowded in here,” Emma laughed.

“Not space from you,” Snow corrected, “you’re more than welcome to come with us when we find a new place!” 

The cheerful hope behind Snow’s voice almost made Emma feel guilty about the fact that she already knew there was no way she would be moving with them. “Thanks, mom.” Emma didn’t miss the swell of elation that crossed her mom’s face at the sentiment. “You ready to go eat?” Emma asked Killian.

“Aye, love.”

“Maybe you guys can tell me and Killian about the property over dinner this week?” Emma asked, and she didn’t miss the shocked expressions on each face in the room as so many things in that sentence gave each pause for different reasons. 

“Sure, honey, that sounds nice,” David answered, a genuine smile touching his eyes. 

The four said their goodbyes and then Emma and Hook headed out the door hand-in-hand.

“Does she mean like a double date?” Snow asked.

“I don’t know,” David admitted, hands on his hips, “but I think he’s good for her.”

“You? You think Hook is good for our daughter?”

“What?” 

“Nothing,” Snow said, a smile ticking her lips. “What a difference a trip to Neverland will make. You couldn’t stand Hook.”

“That’s before I knew what kindred spirits he and Emma are. I think he understands her in a way we never will.”

Snow’s face crumpled a little and her husband was quick to pull her into his arms to reassure her that he hadn’t meant it as a slight to them as parents. “Emma knows we love her, all I’m saying is she and Hook have a lot in common. They understand each other just as you and I have always understood each other.” 

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[sohin-ace]

Jotaro - Possessed

This is cross-posted from Wattpad and available on AO3. This was my first fanfiction, the writing has improved ever since.

Enjoy~

It was a normal day for Y/N and the crusaders. You were all aboard a boat for a day or two to join your destination.

You all decided to reunite at a certain hour to discuss your plan and what to do, but in the mean time, everyone was doing their own things.

Kakyoin and Jotaro were sunbathing in their uniforms, Polnareff was chasing some cute girls to pick up, Abdul and Joseph were getting some light drinks, and you, you were just strolling around the boat, having some time for yourself since it gets tiring being around men all the time.

You were walking along a hallway when you suddenly bumped into someone running around the corner, both of you falling on your backs.

"Oh my god I'm so sorry miss! Are you okay?" said the man while scrambling to get over you and check you out for injuries.

"Ugh... I-I'm fine.." you groaned as you opened your eyes, only to find the face of the man merely inches away from yours. You blushed a bit at the closeness "Um... " you muttered quietly at the man.

"You sure ?" He suddenly put his palm over your forehead, leaning a little bit more "Your face is red, aren't you a little bit sick?"

'Who is this guy??' you thought to yourself, confused at the behavior.

"No, no I'm fine, thank you, can you get off of me now please?" you said quickly, almost in a panic.

"Oh! Of course miss, my bad!" He finally got up and away from you very slowly, almost lingering. "Be careful little lady..."

You almost pushed him out of the way as you got up and hurried away from him, ignoring his last statement.

'Jeez, what is wrong with that guy? Some people are weird, man...' You thought to yourself a bit freaked out as you felt the guy's eyes still on you.

Later during the day, all the Crusaders got together in Abdul and Joseph's cabin to talk about future plans, where to go to next, new discoveries made by Hermit Purple and whatnot.

"So there might be one or more stand users in this very boat. Let's all keep our guards up." inquired Joseph to the group.

"Of course, let's search the ship in groups according to our stands abilities." added Kakyoin.

"I suggest Kakyoin and Polnareff since their stands could team up greatly with a good offense/defense ratio. Mr. Joestar and myself together as well." Abdul said.

"Good idea." said Kakyoin "So that means...." he trailed off, looking at you

"That means I'll team up with Jonathan!"

. . . Silence.

Everyone had a confused look on their faces while Joseph eyes widened like saucers.

You then realized what you said and got horrified.

"Wh- JOTARO! I meant Jotaro!!" You frantically said while putting a hand over your mouth.

No reaction from the men. You started to feel very flustered and added awkwardly.

"I-I don't know why I even said that haha.. I-I don't even know a Jonathan..."

The tension was horrible to bear. No one made a sound. That was weird. You weren't usually one to slip up like that.

"Hahaha... I must be tired haha.." you tried to laugh it off, to lighten the mood, but you could not ignore Joseph's hard stare on you.

As you couldn't take it anymore, so you got up from your seat on one of the beds and went on your way towards the door.

"Anyway, I'll go first, join me later Jojo.." and just like that you were gone.

The others tried to shake it off, like it was nothing, but Joseph was uneasy from the ordeal. He felt like something was wrong, and it wasn't just about getting the wrong name. Jotaro felt it too.

The whole day went like this, with everyone searching in vain, and with you slipping up every now and then, saying weird unusual things, and acting oblivious about it seconds later. That perked everyone up, but nobody knew what that was all about.

Until later, in the evening, everyone reunited again in the same cabin as before to report. Nobody could find anything suspicious on the boat. Not even Hierophant Green who scanned the entire ship.

Everyone was a little bit on edge to not find anything... It was too calm, too easy.

"I'm worried..." you started.

"We did everything we could... Or maybe there really is no one against us in here." said Kakyoin calmly.

"But then that would mean the stand user seen by Hermit Purple was not sent by Lord Dio..."

That was the kicker.

Everyone flinched and your eyes widened at your own choice of words. Something was terribly wrong with you today, and they had to figure it out.

In a matter of a second, before you could even react, Jotaro, who was sitting beside you, forcefully grabbed your wrists and pinned you to the bed, immobilizing you instantly.

"W-WAIT!!! THIS IS A MISUNDERSTANDING!!! I NEVER MET DIO IN MY ENTIRE LIFE YOU HAVE TO BELIEVE ME!!" You screamed, panicked, trying to sound as sincere as you could while struggling against his grasp.

Although It was true, with everything going against you and your weird behavior all day, you were hard to believe.

Kakyoin and Polnareff were speechless, Abdul was sweating while preparing to reluctantly summon Magician Red at any second if necessary. Joseph was glaring hard at you, not wanting to believe you could have been a traitor this whole time.

You were shaking like a leaf underneath Jotaro, who's expression was unreadable. You were panting heavily with anxiety. You tried to argue again.

"P-please!! It's true! I don't know what's happening today, I'm as confused as you are, but I swear on my own bloodline, I'm not a servant of Dio! I don't even know what he looks like I-" You cut yourself off.

At this point you could not prove your innocence, so in desperation you tried to look at the ones who were the most likely to believe you.

"Kakyoin... You believe me right..?" you called weakly, your voice cracking. He avoided your glance, not knowing what to think anymore. You turned your head to the left where Joseph was.

"Mr Joesta-" You were suddenly cut off by two strong hands cupping your face and making you look in front of you. It was Star Platinum holding you still.

"Wh-what are you d-"

"Don't move." Jotaro interrupted. He moved his hands so that he had both your wrists on one hand and brushed his other through your hairline only to find a fleshbud stuck in.

The other men were shocked at this discovery. So you were indeed under Dio's command... But how?

Confused and scared you wanted to ask what was going on. You eyed the others, asking silently for answers. You felt the pressure on your cheeks lessen and Jotaro replaced Star's hand with his own.

"Y/N, look at me." The dark haired male ordered.

"Jojo..." You were terrified, but trusted him with whatever he was thinking.

You tried to stay still while Star Platinum worked his surgery on you to remove the evil appendice. You couldn't help but but cringe a little and hold your hitching breath as you could feel everything.

It lasted seconds that felt like hours to you, Jotaro's beautiful ocean eyes conforted you through the operation. He was always so harsh, but his eyes held something precious and warm that eased you. Even the hand that held your face felt like a warm caress.

With a sharp burning pain, Star removed the parasyte while you let out a groan. When Star Platinum finally got rid of it you let out a breath of relief.

And just like that you blacked out.

Jotaro got up from his previous position while saying quietly "She went to sleep...". He was smart and perceptive, he figured you weren't always possessed. No, this was recent, and there is a stand user on board. He figured you must have met them and they were the cause of all of this.

"So what do we do now, we wait until she wakes up and explain?" asked Polnareff still very unsure of what's going on.

"Something doesn't add up. If she was sent by Dio, she would have attacked us straight up, or when we expect it the least. She had many occasions to do so. This is strange, I don't get it." added Kakyoin, trying to find a plausible explanation to all of this.

Joseph agreed "I don't believe she's a traitor either, but we'll have some questions to ask her when she wakes up anyway. I'll stay with her, you guys go do a last check up to see if anything unusual happens."

Everyone nodded and went again on another exploration. Now they know that if that stand user can put people into Dio's submission, they'll have to be extra careful and ready to meet not one, but many obstacles.

Long hours have passed when you woke up, only to find Joseph sitting at the edge of the bed where you passed out, but now covered with a blanket and some bandages around your head.

"Mr. Joestar..." you croaked out, a bit of sadness and guilt in your voice. He looked at you with genuine worry, glad that you woke up.

"Oh Y/N you're awake! How are you feeling? Nothing hurts?"

He was always so nice to you, to the boys and even to strangers. Joseph always felt like a caring father to you, which made you feel even more guilty. You shook your head in response.

"Mr. Joestar... Did I... Betray you..?" you couldn't look into his eyes as you said those last words. His expression turned serious and he gazed in front of him.

"No, you didn't. If anything, you're the victim here. Do you remember anything unusual that happened today?"

You couldn't think of anything for a moment until you remembered that weird encounter from that morning, when you bumped into that tacky man.

Your eyes widened in realization. You gasped and Joseph noticed that. As he was about to ask you what was wrong you sat up and exclaimed.

"That guy! It was him!! He's the one who infected me! That fucking bastard, he's so dead." You angrily threw the covers and got up, ready to find that guy and beat his ass.

Before you could storm out Joseph grabbed your arm, stopping you.

"Wait Y/N, explain, what's going on? What happened?"

And so you explained everything that happened that morning, with the guy bumping into you, acting like a creep. You told him how he got very close and touched your forehead too.

"I see..." Joseph pondered, "So that's when he put the fleshbud on you, you didn't feel anything because you were so distracted by his behavior...It's okay, let's calm down and get the others so we can chase him down. You remember his face, right?"

You nodded, now calmer than you were minutes before, thanks for Joseph and his reassuring demeanor. You two then went to get the others, only to find them grabbing a bunch of random people by the collar and beating the shit out of them, and Kakyoin trying to reason them in vain.

"What the hell is going on here?!" Yelled Joseph as he saw the chaos before him.

"We can't find the culprit so we're just punching everyone until one of them admits." Jotaro said like it was common sense, and Polnareff nodded like the supporting friend he was.

Joseph was so done with his grandson's bullshit, so you just got up to them saying that there was no need to, since you knew who was the guy.

Upon realizing that you were awake and safe, Jotaro just threw the guy he was holding over God knows where and just came to you with Kakyoin following.

"Y/N good to see you back! You scared us, you know?" Said the cherry-haired male with a soft smile. He then leaned in close and whispered.

"Jojo won't admit it, but he was worried sick, never saw him walk so fast to beat someone up." he added with a little snicker.

You blushed a bit at this. Really? Jotaro was worried about you? You tried to look at the male for confirmation, but he was looking the other way, efficiently hiding his face.

He just lead the way with his hands in his pockets, acting like he didn't care when he was secretly happy you were okay. It was kinda cute.

At one point, you were all strolling on of the hallways when you saw something that piqued your attention. A scene that felt like 'déjà vu'.

A few feet away from you, that same guy from before, bumped into a random woman, and was now leaning close to her to touch her forehead.

At this, you sprinted down the hall, taking out your stand to attack him.

"GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM HER YOU PSYCHO!"

The guy tried to jump back to dodge your stand, but is was too late. You violently pinned him to the wall of the hallway. You glanced at the woman who already had a fleshbud on her forehead.

'Shit!'

The woman ran away, but Joseph and Polnareff were quick to react and ran after her.

"Leave it to us!" Yelled the french man, running off.

As you were distracted by the possessed woman, you didn't notice the guy getting away from your stand's grasp, and kicked you hard in the stomach, sending you stumbling backwards and falling into the solid chest of Jotaro who caught you.

You couldn't even say his name since your breath was cut by the impact. He just put his hands on your shoulders as you coughed while muttering a 'yare yare daze'.

The other crusaders joined your side to help you out, since they knew that even if you were strong, you really didn't like fighting or using violence.

"Huh? And who might you be? Ohh aren't you the cute little lady from this morning? Sad to see you didn't want to join us. Lord Dio treats us reeeaal nice~" the man sneered.

"I swear to fucking god-"

"How many people have you infected so far?" Kakyoin cut you off, scared that you might let yourself consumed by unnecessary anger.

"Oh? You don't wanna know how I do it? Don't worry about how many colleagues I have here, they're all probably with your two boy friends, having the time of their life."

"So how do you do it? I doubt it is just a stand. Did Dio lend you that ability so you can recruit new slaves in his stead?" said Abdul while scanning the guy, trying to find any flaws in his posture and manners, any potential weakness.

"Ooooh you got it first try! I like my men smart~" the guy said with a disgusting tone "I might just take you for Lord Dio."

And as he said that, he launched at Abdul and spread out tentacle-like vectors that the Egyptian recognized as the same ones Dio had when he met him.

"Abdul watch out!!" Kakyoin tried to warn him.

It happened so fast he didn't have time to summon Magician Red. You just tackled Abdul out of the way, while the guy fled the scene. Jotaro ran after him at lightspeed without even thinking twice.

"Jojo!!" you screamed as you wanted to go too, but Abdul held you there.

"Let me go Abdul! I can restrain that guy with my stand!"

"Don't act reckless Y/N, trust Jotaro on this, he can manage. You've already done enough for today."

"He's right Y/N, he'll be okay, let's go find Mr. Joestar and Polnareff they might need us more." Added Kakyoin, trying to reason you.

They were right, you thought. You wore a worried expression as Abdul helped you up.

After you reunited with Joseph and Polnareff, Kakyoin, Abdul and you managed to neutralize every enslaved passenger.

You were waiting for Jotaro to come back and remove all the fleshbuds, but the parasytes just dislocated themselves from their hosts and scrumbled away like insects.

The stand user could probably not control them anymore, which meant Jotaro succeeded.

Jojo finally came back while dragging Dio's underling like a potato sack, looking like a bloody pulp.

"Eeeewwww!! Disgusting! What did you do to his face, Jotaro?!" Joseph exclaimed while squirming. This was not a pretty sight, and the old man was squeamish.

"Jeez, you didn't go easy on him" said Kakyoin with a knowing look. "I wonder why..." he subtly glanced at you, then back at Jotaro, suggesting something.

Jotaro just clicked his tongue and blushed a faint color as he threw the guy over at the group.

"Just do whatever you want with him, I'm tired." he turned on his heels and started walking away while the others -more like Polnareff- were taking great pleasure in planning what they could do to him for revenge, as if being almost killed by Star Platinum's fists wasn't enough.

You just followed Jotaro while calling him.

"Jojo...!" He stopped and waited for you to catch up.

"Jojo... You... You knew that I wouldn't betray you? You actually trusted me?"

He didn't say anything, but his sea colored eyes answered for you. Your expression turned soft in gratefulness.

He believed in you, even when you were obviously acting like a traitor, he immediatly searched for Dio's appendice, knowing you would never betray him.. He trusted you. That thought alone filled your heart with love and appreciation.

"You saved me... Again. How can I thank you?" your soft voice and expression made him feel some kind of way. You were just too cute. He couldn't believe what he was about to say.

"Kiss me." He commanded, his voice and expression not faltering. You thought you heard wrong.

"... I didn't catch that, can you repeat?" You asked, genuinely unsure if you actually heard what you heard.

He suddenly approached you, the closer he got, the faster your heart was beating. His huge build towered over you.

"You heard me" he confirmed.

Your face and ears were burning, you couldn't believe this was happening. But this was your chance, he offered his consent, this was no time to ask questions, even if you had a thousand right now.

You shyly raised your arms to grab his collar, and looked around to make sure nobody was here to watch. God this was embarassing. You slowly pulled him down and got on your tiptoes, trying to reach for his perfect lips.

You succeeded as you gave him a tiny peck, short-lived, but full of love. You thought you could pass out from all the blood running to your face. But before you could let go of him, he wrapped his arms around your waist and captured your lips once again, in a longer, more desperate kiss.

You were loosing balance so your wrapped your arms around his neck, which deepened the kiss even more. It was bliss until you had to part for some well deserved oxygen.

"Jotaro..." You breathed in his neck "I didn't know..."

This small gesture made his heart skip a beat. He rarely ever felt so much love, and warmth, to which responded by squeezing you harder against him, like you were a soft pillow.

"I couldn't find the right time." He muttered quietly.

You both just stayed like this. Enjoying each other's warmth. It felt so right. Like two fitting puzzle pieces. You couldn't be more happy at the moment. Nothing could ruin it.

"Eeeewwww get a room you two!!"

... Except this.

You both separated, startled by an obnoxious voice coated with a French accent. You were even more embarassed at the fact that everyone witnessed this.You were hiding your face and Jotaro just glared daggers at Polnareff who was smirking.

"Finally, you got the balls to do it Jojo. Glad I didn't have to force it out of you." commented Kakyoin, his inner fanboy pleased.

The two other men just wore wholesome smiles on their faces. Glad to see something positive in this ordeal.

Jotaro just muttered his signature "Yare yare daze" as he grabbed your hand and got away from these nosy eyes.

[myeyesarenotblue]

Hey @rewouu​ guess what?? I was your secret santa ❤️

I wrote a silly little thing, hope you’ll like it!!! @secret-santa-klaus

Read on AO3

Ben shuts his bedroom door behind him.  

He sighs, taking a deep and heavy breath, after. He shrugs his jacket off. It’s like Dad doesn’t even care that since December rolled around it’s getting nearly impossible to stand outside for two minutes too long without freezing their asses off. He still makes sure they spar, and train, and run around in circles like idiots. Ben hates it.  

He never listens. One of them could say, “But Dad, there’s a gym in the basement! We could easily spar there!” and then Dad will reply, without exception, “The fresh air will do you good”  

It could be, “But Dad, we could run laps in the big staircase!” and then, “You’ve done enough of that already, you should know your regimes need variety”

Or, “But Dad, do we even have to train? We know all the moves already”  

And Dad says, “One can never know too much”  

“You asshole, it’s fucking snowing, we’re gonna get fucking hypo-”  

“You’ve just earned ten more laps, Number Four”  

He never listens. Ben hates it.  

He’s tired, and worn, and he’s pretty sure there’s a big chunk of snow melting somewhere in his underwear. He’d like to blame Diego, but truly, truly, he can only blame himself. He thinks he should remember by know, that going against Diego and making the rookie mistake that is not letting him win after two seconds always results in an array of random objects being thrown into places they shouldn’t be thrown in. He should remember by now.  

But he’s an idiot like that, and he didn’t. There’s snow in his underwear.  

He sighs again, long and heavy and hard, just because he can- and even if there’s no one to listen to his moping, it makes him feel the tiniest bit better.  

He considers turning back into the hallway and taking a shower like a normal person would do, but immediately decides against it. He’s too tired. He’s too tired, and the thought of doing anything at all but letting himself fall face-first into his bed and sleeping for maybe a decade is a little too much to handle at the moment. So he does just that.  

He lays haphazardly across his bed, not even bothering to take off his shoes. He resolves to sleep and sleep and sleep, and plan exactly how surprised and oblivious he’s going to act when Diego’s favorite knife goes mysteriously missing. It won’t exactly be hard, he thinks, to fall asleep after the day he’s had- even the creatures are tired, humming quietly and displeased under his skin.  

Tired, tired, tired.  

He lets the ever-present quiet lull him under, the tap-tap-tap of melting snow dripping down from the roof and into the courtyard. He thinks he can hear Vanya practicing that new song she’s been working on somewhere in the house. He breathes deeply, content, comfortable, resting.  

He’s just about to fall asleep when-  

“Ben!”  

Knocking on his door.  

Ben groans, rolls over until he’s lying on his back.  

“Ben!”

More knocking, gliding into pounding. Ben snaps his eyes shut and makes the very smart choice of ignoring the noise and hoping it’ll go away.  

“Benny!”

It doesn’t go away.  

“Ben, Ben, Ben!”  

Ben pats blindly for a pillow and pushes it tight against his face, hoping it’ll muffle even the tiniest little bit of the noise by some miracle.  

It doesn’t.  

“My best bro, Numero Six! Benny-boy!”

The knocking grows into pounding, and then the pounding sounds like straight up kicking and punching and whacking, and there’s just one person in the academy who’d do that after waiting for exactly five seconds, is there not?  

Ben huffs, annoyed, but not surprised.  

He drags himself off the bed long enough to unlock his bedroom’s door and then plops right down again, this time kicking off his shoes and tucking himself under the covers.  

Klaus strolls inside, looking all smug and proud, and not even a speck of guilty after nearly kicking down his door. But that’s to expect. What’s not to expect, though, is that Klaus is carrying something with him, something hidden behind his back, unseen.  

Ben squints, tilts his head and just barely makes out a sharp edge, wrapped in red.  

He throws Klaus a questioning look and immediately regrets it.  

Klaus squeals a high noise, full anticipation and excitement, and before he knows it, he’s jumping right into his bed. It’s half a second, and he doesn’t have any leverage with his hands behind his back, but somehow, he still manages to make his knee land right somewhere over Ben’s ribs.  

“Ugh- Klaus! Watch it” Ben moans, clutching his stomach while straightening up and scooting over to the side, because apparently, they’re having a sleepover now, whether he wants it or not.  

Klaus sits there, and unsettling expression on his face. Far too giddy for his liking. It can only mean trouble. “Ben,” Klaus gushes and doesn’t say another word, instead of explaining himself. He keeps staring on and his eyes are- sparkling.  

Ben narrows his eyes, “Klaus?”  

He sort of wants to ask if he’s high, but he doesn’t really think that’s it. Drugs tend to make him fuzzy and slow and compliant (at least the ones he usually takes, anyway) and right now he seems far too energetic to be anything but his usual sober self.  

“Hey, Ben” Klaus blurts, giggling like a maniac.  

“Yeah?”  

“Guess what’s behind my back”  

Ben frowns, makes a face. He doesn’t like surprises. And besides, besides, “How are you not tired?”  

“Oh, no. I totally feel like I’m gonna pass out any second” Klaus mutters, but he’s chewing- his tongue, or his cheek, or something, and he’s jittery and frenzied. Ben starts doubting that drug thing, but then- “I drank like, half a pot of coffee an hour ago”  

“I thought you hated coffee”  

“Yeah, fuck coffee! That thing tastes like shit”  

Ben blinks, very carefully doesn’t ask where the hell Klaus even got coffee since Dad absolutely loathes the thing and doesn’t allow it in the house. “Yeah,” he says, because he doesn’t know what else to say. “Yeah, it tastes pretty awful”  

Klaus nods along, but then he seems to remember he barged in into his room for a reason. “You haven’t guessed” he moans, pouting. “Guess!”  

“Uh, I don’t-”  

“Fine, I’ll tell you”  

Klaus doesn’t waste a single second, and in the blink of an eye, he’s pulling the something he was hiding from behind his back and shoving it all of two inches away from Ben’s face. Ben scrambles backwards instinctually, nearly falling off the bed, but he manages to keep his balance just in time to look up, and then-

And then he sees it.  

Shiny red and pretty, a little rectangle wrapped in craft paper.  

He’s left blinking dumbly at it, again, and again, and again, and for the longest, most embarrassing moment, he doesn’t quite understand what he’s seeing, doesn’t understand the carelessly thrown pieces of glitter, or the giant green bow, or the crude little drawing in the corner, all sharpie lines and messy scribbles, of what can only be a reindeer sprouting tentacles in place of antlers. 

“Merry Christmas, Ben” Klaus says, smiling softly, eyes twinkling.  

Christmas.  

Ben’s-

They’ve never done Christmas. Ever. They’ve never done Easter, or Halloween, or Thanksgiving, or any of those pretty and entrancing theme days- holidays, those ones from the movies and the billboards, the ones where everyone looks happy and relaxed and loved.  

They’ve never done any of that.  

They barely do birthdays. Dad hands them some pen or some journal or some keychain with an engraved umbrella, all wrapped up in the dullest paper, and that’s it.  

Ben’s-

Ben stares up at the shiny rectangle, stares up at the big bow.  

He always did wonder what those children in the movies and the billboards were feeling when they found a present under their Christmas tree. They always look so unexplainably, unmistakably, irrevocably, plain happy-  

Overwhelmed and overjoyed, entranced.

Ben never understood.  

He thinks he understands now.  

“Klaus, you-” Ben starts, amazed, eyes wide, but he thinks he’s been staring dumbly for a little too long, speechless and way too startled. Klaus’ pulled the little rectangle closer to himself, away from Ben, away and into his chest.  

“I mean,” Klaus mutters, and he’s lost a bit of that twinkle, now shifting nervously, “I know it’s silly, so it’s cool if you don’t, like-” and he’s biting his lip, avoiding Ben’s eyes, “like it, or want it, y’know? It’s just-”

Ben huffs, decides to make the very wise decision that is interrupting Klaus’ rambling before it gets any worse, “Hey, Klaus, you don’t-”

But Klaus doesn’t listen.  

“-you're always watching all those Christmas movies in our half hour, so I thought-”

“Klaus!”  

“What?”  

Klaus looks up sharply, startled.  

Ben doesn’t even have the heart to tell him the reason he watches all those Christmas movies during their half hour is because he might or might not have developed an unhealthy obsession with romcoms over the past few months. He had to get to the Christmas ones at some point. There’s only so many times a person can watch 13 Going on 30.

Ben swallows, pushes down his thoughts and instead focuses on what’s right in front of him. “Is that,” he starts, far more nervous than any shiny big bow has any right to make him, “Is that for me? A present?”

“Yeah, sure” Klaus says, and it sounds almost like a question. The smile’s back on his face, though. “A Christmas present, if you will”  

Ben chuckles, disbelieving and happy. “Isn’t that thing about Jesus”  

Klaus gasps, “Well, yeah, but-” he sighs, very clearly annoyed. “We can just ignore that part. Besides, I once had a really fucked up dream that I died and God was an ethnically ambiguous teenage girl who called me a loser and then kicked me out of heaven, so I’m not really big on religion”  

Ben blinks. Tries to make sense of Klaus’ words.  

He can’t.  

“What?”  

He has a feeling that particular dream of his might have been fueled by some strong hallucinogens.

Klaus rolls his eyes, “Do you want your present or not?”  

“Of course I want it” Ben hisses, maybe a little too aggressive. Even the creatures stir, rumbling under his skin. Ben snaps his eyes shut briefly, takes a deep breath and wills them to settle. Is he really getting all that possessive over what’s probably a pack of smokes, or a beer, or some dirty magazine snatched from that creepy convenience store down the street?  

Yes, yes, he is.  

Klaus watches him, amused. “Good” he says, a breath from laughing, and Ben kind of wants to punch him in the face. “I was starting to get a little worried, here”  

Ben glares at him, crosses his arms over his chest.  

Klaus sighs, all dreamy and annoying, and then, and then, “Merry Christmas, brother o’mine!” he announces, incredibly loud, and bright, and obnoxious, and before Ben can do anything to stop him, he’s launching forwards and planting the wettest, grossest, biggest kiss right on Ben’s cheek.  

“Ugh-”  

He tries to push him away, only half succeeds. Klaus laughs- the asshole, and then he promptly shoves the bright little rectangle on Ben’s lap, climbing out of bed with uncoordinated movements. “May your days be holy and bright” he gushes, a glaring smile on his face.

Ben rubs his cheek, scrunching up his nose. There’s actual spit smeared in there, and he- “What the hell, Klaus? You can’t go around licking people, that’s gross”  

“I did not lick you” Klaus retorts almost immediately, all sure words and confident stance, even though he very much did lick him. Ben rolls his eyes. “Anyway,” Klaus says. “Merry Christmas, bro. Enjoy your present”  

And then he’s gone.  

He squeezes Ben’s shoulder, shoots him a dizzying smile one last time, and then he’s snatching open his bedroom’s door, stepping out.  

“Hey, Klaus” Ben calls, before he can leave.  

“Yeah?”  

Ben levels him with a look. Out of everyone in the house, he’s not surprised it was him, Klaus, of all people, the one who’d actually want to do something special for the holidays, or anything at all. Still, he feels- warmed, loved. Happy. Overwhelmed and overjoyed, entranced.  

Just like the people in the movies.  

“Thank you” he says, and he means it.  

Klaus nods, looking down, shy all of the sudden, and then he’s shutting the door behind him without another word.  

Ben stares at the door, unblinking.  

He doesn’t move a single muscle for a long moment, too busy trying to make sense of what just happened. He’s almost afraid of looking down and to his lap, and to his present , afraid that somehow- somehow, it won’t be there.  

Ben swallows, rubs the last of Klaus’ spit away from his cheek and then ghosts his fingers over the craft paper, shiny red and pretty. The drawing is, indeed, a sad attempt of a red-nosed reindeer sprouting tentacles. It’s got googly eyes, and everything. Ben’s kind of impressed.  

He unties the ribbon carefully, mindful not to disturb the paper too much, and then he’s peeling the mess of tape away, and- he knows, he knows the children in the movies always tear and rip and shred, and maybe he should, too, but he can’t really bring himself to do it. He thinks he’s going to end up keeping that little piece of red paper forever and ever, tucked away along with his most prized possessions.  

When he’s done with the tape, done freeing his present from the paper, Ben holds his breath, stops just shy of revealing what’s inside.  

From the weight and feel of it, he thinks it might be a book, and isn’t that the most wonderful thing ever? He’s read everything half-decent in the house already, Klaus knows that- Ben's told him, in several occasions, late at night when neither one of them can sleep and the only thing they can do is whine about their lives to each other.  

Ben smiles, bites his bottom lip.  

He lifts the paper up and away slowly, stets it aside, and then he’s left staring at-

H. P. Lovecraft – The Call of Cthulhu and Other Weird Stories

Oh, Ben thinks. Oh.  

And he thinks back to the handful of short stories by Lovecraft he managed to read before Dad confiscated the forgotten book he had found lying around in the house, thinks back to the endless hours he had rambled non-stop about it, very nearly talking Klaus’ ear off.  

It’s perfect, Ben thinks. It’s the best Christmas present he’s ever gotten.  

The only Christmas present he’s ever gotten.  

He lets a burst of hysterical laughter bubble out of his throat, holds the book tight against his chest, carefully, so very carefully. Maybe he’s ought to have a long talk with Klaus about dialing down the whole tentacle-themed-everything thing, but-  

Most importantly, Ben thinks, laughing deliriously, insane, happy- most importantly, he needs to sneak out of his bedroom’s window the second the opportunity presents itself, climb out, and then he needs to wander all of the streets and the stores and the shops, looking for the perfect gift.  

It’s just not fair that Klaus can now say he’s given a Christmas present but not that he’s received one.

[everysongineverykey]

how boy i just wrote the longest solinh fanfic i have ever written

Sophie flopped down on her living room couch and willed herself to think. The Foxfire Winter Ball was coming up in three weeks, and she needed a date. Obviously she could just ask Keefe or Dex or Fitz and save any embarrassing questions. The only problem was that they were just her friends. If she asked them, they’d think she liked them. Keefe, especially, would never let her hear the end of it. She sighed in frustration. There was no other option except not going, in which case she would likely be teased by Stina even more relentlessly.

Of course, there was always Linh…

No, Sophie thought, pushing the idea to the back of her mind. That���ll never work. The mere possibility that Linh might like her back was one in a thousand, and even then, the odds of Linh actually asking Sophie were even worse. But then again, she thought, I’ll never know unless I ask her. She concluded that the only way she would not end up feeling terrible about herself was if she did. She started to brainstorm ways to ask her when the door opened suddenly.

“Hey, Foster,” an enthusiastic Keefe said, appearing in the doorway. “Jolly Grey Giant here?”

“No, Keefe, Sandor is outside. And he wishes you’d stop calling him that, by the way.”

“Aw, he loves me. So, who’re you taking to the Winter Ball?” he asked, smirking. “Will it be Dimply Dex? Fantastic Fitz? Maybe even… Kissy Keefe?”

“How much time did you spend thinking of ‘Kissy Keefe’?”

“Wow. Salty much?” Keefe whistled. “Anyway, I don’t know who I’m bringing, but you’re the Mysterious Miss F! If you can fight terrorists, you can get a date for a little dance.”

“Well…” Sophie hesitated. “There is someone… but I’m just not sure…”

“I knew it! Who’ll it be, Foster? Which lucky guy has the honour of being your dream date?”

“Don’t get mad-or tell anyone-“

“You can trust me.” Keefe’s voice became gentle and serious.

“Well- I like Linh.”

Keefe’s eyes widened. “Yeah, I know you like her, but who do you want to take to the Ball?”

“Linh, Keefe. I told you. I like her.”

“...Oh.” Keefe looked confused. “Huh. I didn’t know you… swang that way.”

“Oh. Well. I do. Is that.. okay with you?”

“Well, yeah, of course, but… does anyone else know?”

“No.”

“Not even your parents.”

“No one.”

“That’s… problematic.”

“Why?” Sophie was apprehensive.

“I mean, shouldn’t they? If you’re going to ask Linh out-“

“I don’t know if I’m going to ask her out.”

“You don’t know? What do you mean, you don’t know? If you like someone, you ask them out. Simple as that. Come on, Foster, how are you so smart and still so dumb?”

“I’m sorry, okay? I wasn’t exactly the popular kid-“

“I know that. But you’ll miss your chance if you don’t ask her now. You need to grab the horns by the cow-“

“Grab the bull by the horns, Keefe.”

“Whatever. The point is, you’ve got to ask her. I’ll even help you. Meet me at your locker tomorrow when you get to school.”

Sophie sighed again. This was going to be the death of her.

When Sophie got to Foxfire the next day, Keefe, being a man of his word, was waiting there for her at her locker. He greeted her with a shake of the shoulders and slipped a bottle of green liquid out of his bag.

“This is clover juice. It’s a million four-leaf-clovers, all ground together. I bought it at Slurps and Burps. It’ll give you good luck. Just drink it all right before you ask her and she’s bound to say yes.”

“You want me to influence the opinions of my friend with a potion?”

“Geez, Foster, you make it sound so bad. Look, I promise it’ll be fine.”

Sophie thought for a moment, then said, “Okay, I guess.”

“Attagirl. You’ll do great. Just be yourself.” He smiled, clapped her on the back, and hurried off with Ro, presumably to ditch somewhere. Ro gave her an encouraging smile as they walked away.

That afternoon, Sophie could hardly hear the sounds of the students running through the bustling courtyard as she scanned the crowd for Linh. She took another look at the bottle in her hand and began to question herself. Was this really the right thing to do?

But her thoughts were interrupted by the sight of an impatient Linh, waiting for Tam at their crystal.

“Linh! Hi!” Sophie waved, pushing through the throng of people. “How was your day?” Ugh. ‘How was your day’? She couldn’t even think of anything original to say. How was she going to do this? Taking a deep breath, she started to unscrew the cap on the bottle, then, when she saw Linh smiling at her, decided against it and quickly shoved it into her bag.

“Hey, Sophie. What’s that bottle?”

“Oh, that? Oh, it’s nothing. Just a little… allergy tonic. Yeah.”

Linh eyed her suspiciously, but if she didn’t believe her, she gave no sign.

“So, um… there’s something I wanted to ask you.”

“Oh? What is it?”

This was it. The moment where Sophie would either get a girlfriend or end up with nothing but heartbreak. She took several deep breaths and said quickly, “HeyLinhdoyouwanttogototheBallwithme?”

Linh’s eyes widened. “...Sorry?”

“DoyouwanttogototheWinterBallwithme.”

Silence for a few moments. Sophie could practically feel the foundations of her world begin to crumble. And then:

“Yes.”

Sophie hadn’t been this speechless since Fitz had first told her she was an elf. “What?”

“Yes, Sophie. I want to go to the Ball with you.”

“You’re-you’re serious?”

“‘Of course I’m serious. You’re a really… awesome girl, Sophie. I’ve liked you for a while. I’d be stupid to say no to this.” She blushed furiously.

“Oh. I- um- great!”

“Yeah.”

“So, um… are you…” Sophie wasn’t sure if she should ask.

“What? Out?”

“Yeah. Because I’m not to anyone except Keefe.”

“Tam knows. I don’t really have anyone else to tell… besides, well, you guys.”

“Ahaha. I guess that’s true.”

“You made Keefe promise not to tell anyone, right?”

“Yeah. He said I could trust him.”

“Oh. I hope that’s a good-“

Linh was cut off by a squealing Biana.

“Guys! Guess who juuuust asked me to the Winter Ball??”

“Who just asked you to the Winter Ball, Biana?” asked Sophie patiently. When Biana was excited, it could take a while for her to get to the point, but this seemed to be the rare exception.

“Tam! Your brother! We’re going to have such a great-“

“Okay, Biana, I like you too, but it’s really not that big a deal.” Tam materialized in the area suddenly, a shy smile on his face.

“But it is! You two,” she said, turning to Sophie and Linh, “better find dates. I’m not going without my girlfriends.”

“Don’t worry, B,” Sophie said, “I think we’ve got that down.” Linh blushed even harder.

“Reeeeally? Who’re the lucky guys?”

“Um, actually, the thing is…” Linh struggled to make the words appear on her tongue. “Sophie and I… we’re… um…”

“What Linh’s trying to say is-“

“We’re going to the Ball together,” said Linh, having seemingly regained her composure.

Silence like never before. No one seemed sure what to do, until Biana managed to sputter, “Oh… I didn’t know that. Is it- okay if I tell Fitz?”

Sophie and Linh looked at each other. “Yeah,” Sophie said decisively, “You can tell him. You can tell everyone.”

“Cool. Hey, Fitz,” Biana called, “Sophie and Linh are in love and they’re going to the Ball together. Isn’t that cute?”

Fitz was talking to Dex and Keefe, who all turned around open mouthed, except the latter, who gave Sophie an impressed smile.

Sophie was relieved. This was going to be fine.

Three weeks later, on the night of the Ball, Sophie stood in her room, twirling giddily around in the incredible new dress she had bought for the occasion. Covered in sparkles, the dress went from dark blue at the bottom up to white at the top and was everything she could’ve asked for in a dress. And the shoes. The shoes were out of this world. They were simple flats (because Sophie would rather have murdered her family than wore high heels) with purple sequins and a light blue fabric on them. Her hair was done up in a high bun which had taken hours to create, and Sophie proudly wore the custom crush cuffs Dex had remodeled to say Sophie Foster + Linh Song on her right hand. Linh was waiting downstairs. Sophie had no idea what she looked like, and was anxious to see, so she collected herself and slowly walked down the tails as gracefully as possible so she could look like one of those girls in teen movies. And Linh’s outfit was beyond anything Sophie could’ve imagined.

It was beautiful, strikingly red, like Linh was some kind of warrior queen in her floor-length gown with patterns of roses on it. Her hair was in pigtails, an odd choice for a Ball, but possibly the cutest thing Sophie had ever seen. And her shoes were simple red flats with hearts on them.

When they got to Foxfire for the ball, the place was packed with people. There were guys wearing all kinds of suits, though with less variety than the girls’ dresses. But none were as gorgeous as Linh was to Sophie, who held out a hand to her date. “Shall we dance?” asked Linh, and no sooner had Sophie grinned and nodded than they were on the dance floor, Sophie leading, Linh giggling every time Sophie lifted her up in the air, looking down in those deep, brown eyes that reminded Linh so much of that of those human animals- dogs, maybe? She didn’t know. She didn’t care. All that mattered now was the two of them.

An hour later, Linh was standing on the balcony, having needed a break from all the excitement. She thought of Sophie and of her parents and what they might think if she told them. Would they be okay with it? Even if they were, would it matter? She wasn’t going to visit them anytime soon. And what about the Black Swan? Would they still let her be a part? All of her worries, however, were interrupted by Sophie’s voice.

“Linh? Are you out here? You okay?”

“Oh. Yeah, I’m fine. I just… needed a bit of a break, you know?”

Sophie’s eyes narrowed.

“N-not from you, that is, just the… excitement of it all.”

Sophie softened. “Oh. Yeah, that makes sense. Mind if I join you?”

“Go ahead.”

Sophie walked up next to Linh and leaned on the balcony. They stood in silence for a few moments, and then Sophie suddenly asked:

“Linh?”

“Yeah?”

“Um… this is a weird question, but… um…”

Linh smiled. “Take your time.”

Sophie paused, and then asked, “Can… I… kiss you?”

Linh’s face was redder than it had ever been before. The awkwardness in the air was almost palpable. Scratch that, it was palpable. It enveloped the girls completely.

“Um… y-yeah, okay,” Linh finally said, glancing not-so-discreetly at Sophie’s lips.

Both girls leaned in at the same time. The kiss wasn’t perfect- it was rather clumsy, and Linh might have giggled into Sophie’s mouth. But those things didn’t stop the waves of heat and excitement that shot through both of them. Sophie even got dizzy from it and swayed, causing Linh to pull away. After a moment, both girls laughed and kissed again.

Ten minutes later, they finally stopped and went back inside. Linh’s worries vanished. As long as they were together, everything was going to be fine.

[sunshineoptimismandangels]

If I Fall For You, I'll Never Recover

Pairing: Klaine Status: Complete Author: Sunshineoptimismandangels Word count: 2,717 Summary: Kurt has the best friend in the world. Blaine is smart and talented and everyone loves him - including Kurt. Now if he could just work up the courage to say something about it. Notes: Another little one-shot that was quickly written for a Tumblr prompt. This was meant to be shorter but it got away from me. :) I hope you enjoy it!  

FF.net | AO3 There he was, the cutest boy in all of NYADA – Blaine Anderson. He was heading towards Kurt with a spring in his step, wearing a ridiculously bright yellow cardigan, and looking like a walking ray of sunshine. He caught sight of Kurt and sent him a dazzling smile, a smile that was just for him. Kurt's heart somersaulted in his chest. Someone should find a way to bottle Blaine's smiles to cure cancer or spread world peace.

Kurt sat up straighter eager for Blaine to join him, but Blaine's gaze was averted as two sophomores ran up to him stopping Blaine in his tracks. They practically drooled over him as they chattered animatedly. Kurt wouldn't have been surprised if they whipped autograph books from their bags and asked him to sign.

Kurt's mood soured. Blaine was incredibly popular. Winning the Harold Prince Award for Excellence back in his freshman year, a feat previously accomplished by only two other NAYADA students in the history of the school. He then went on to land a leading role in the school's big end of the year musical while only a sophomore. Now Blaine was a junior and everyone at NYADA knew he was going to be a big star someday – he had students, male and female, fawning after him at all times.

If Blaine wasn't so sweet, humble, and truly, honestly grateful for all opportunities he was given Kurt might resent him a little bit. As it was, Blaine was one of the most sincere and generous people Kurt had ever met. And beautiful. And smart. And funny. And… Kurt was in deep. He'd been in love with his best friend for nearly two years and it was the worst.

Blaine finally peeled himself away from his admirers and hurried over to join Kurt, sitting down across from him and folding his arms on the table, giving Kurt another one of those heart-melting smiles. It was a beautiful and sunny spring day and Kurt had secured a table in the quad, giving anyone who might have thought about sitting down with him a withering glance to keep them moving. He'd saved this space for Blaine. Blaine, Kurt's own personal sunshine.

"Sorry, I'm late," Blaine said turning to the bookbag he'd placed on the bench next to him. "Dr. Norris wanted to talk to me about my song choice for the Spring Showcase."

"Mmm." Kurt hummed and nodded, "Did he want to give you recommendations or get some from you? He probably wanted your advice on the lesson plan for his next class." Kurt meant for his words to come out teasing, but it sounded bitter to his ears. He wasn't actually jealous of Blaine, but seeing him adored by every boy on campus sometimes left Kurt feeling raw.

Blaine looked up from his bag, his brow furrowed slightly. "No, he just thought my choice of doing something Top 40 was risky."

"Right." Kurt looked down at the coffee cup in front of him. Actually, there were two coffee cups – one for him and one for Blaine.

"Is everything-" Blaine started just as Kurt slid a cup towards him.

"I got you coffee," Kurt said at the same time.

Blaine's face softened and he looked from the cup to Kurt's face. "I was going to get you some, but I was already late."

Kurt laughed, "I win this round."

Blaine smiled and picked up the cup taking a sip and sighing with satisfaction. "You went to Pour."

"Only the best."

"Where does that put us now?" Blaine asked setting his cup down. "I think I'm still in the lead."

"You most certainly are not," Kurt said with relish. He and Blaine had a running game of who could buy coffee for the other person more often. It started early in their friendship when Blaine showed up at Kurt's dorm with a non-fat mocha and a bag of ladyfingers after Kurt had a horribly grueling day. Kurt had been so surprised that Blaine remembered his coffee order that he'd fallen a little bit more in love with him on the spot. Now it was a competition that had lasted years.

"I'm in the lead." Kurt continued. "I brought coffee after your midterm with Cassandra July and I brought coffee when we met up after my combat class to go see Rachel in her new off-Broadway play."

"Uh no." Blaine said tilting his head, "We both brought each other coffee and had too much of it before Rachel's play. That was a draw."

Kurt's chest warmed at Blaine's teasing tone. "Okay… but when you were sick last month I brought you soup."

"That isn't part of the game!" Blaine laughed.

"What? You didn't like my homemade chicken noodle soup?"

"Homemade? By who?"

"By the woman at the little corner sandwich shop of course. She said it was her grandmother's recipe."

Blaine laughed again and Kurt couldn't help the wide smile on his face as he watched him. Blaine was all crinkled eyes and bright smile and ruddy cheeks. He made Kurt's heart ache.

"Fine. We will count the soup. Just this once." Blaine conceded reaching out to squeeze Kurt's hand. "You're in the lead, but barely."

Kurt flipped his hand over to hold Blaine's and took a sip of his drink to try and hid the slight blush he knew was spreading across his cheeks. Blaine was always very tactile. Holding hands, linking arms, leaning his head on Kurt's shoulder as they watched a movie or coming up behind him to surprise him with a hug at any time of day. Kurt love and hated it. He was addicted to these sweet little touches, but at the same time, they often left him feeling a little lost and wanting more.

Kurt wanted to turn around in a hug and kiss Blaine silly. Or take his hand and press Blaine's knuckles to his lips. He wanted to tell Blaine how he felt and hear that Blaine felt the same way. He'd almost said something countless times, but the timing never seemed right. First Kurt had a boyfriend and then Blaine did. Then even when they were both single it felt like every time Kurt was about to get up the courage Blaine would say something about what a great friend Kurt was and Kurt would clamp his mouth closed, fearful of ruining what they had.

So Kurt sat in silence. Drinking his mocha and holding his best friend's hand as Blaine started talking about his song selection for the Spring Showcase. Kurt had decided his song weeks ago; he was singing The Greatest Star. Kurt had been practicing almost nonstop, Blaine listening to him on several occasions to help give critiques. Blaine wasn't much help though; he always just stood and cheered for Kurt gushing about how perfect he was. Blaine usually had his song selection made early as well. This time he was struggling. Kurt wondered if the pressure of being the school's golden boy was getting to him.

"I honestly can't choose between And This Is My Beloved and Love Somebody."

"You're still considering a pop song after talking to Dr. Norris?"

Kurt loved Blaine's voice when he sang Adam Levine, but honestly, he had a habit of doing pop songs. It wasn't a necessarily a bad thing, especially in a school that heard way too much of, For Good, Seasons of Love, and other Broadway staples. Still, the idea of Blaine singing the lyrics to And This Is My Beloved made something deep and warm stir in Kurt's chest.

Blaine sighed, running a hand through his dark silky curls… god, Kurt wanted to run his hand through them himself. "I don't know. I mean it's kind of my thing. Doing pop songs when everyone else is doing Broadway. I feel like I have to keep it up."

Kurt shook his head quickly. "No, Blaine. Your thing is picking songs that mean something to you and then singing with your whole heart. That's why you're so good. That's why everyone loves you. Don't pick something because you feel like you have to. What do you want to sing?"

"And This Is My Beloved," Blaine answered immediately, still holding Kurt's hand and looking him in the eyes with a soft, earnest expression that made Kurt's throat feel dry.

"Um… then," Kurt cleared his throat and looked down at their hands. "You should sing that one."

They were silent for a moment before Blaine spoke, his voice full of emotion, "Thank you, Kurt."

Kurt looked back up at him with a smile. "Anything for my best friend."

Blaine nodded and chewed on his bottom lip for a moment. "Let's talk about anything besides school," Blaine said pulling his hand back and taking a sip of his coffee.

Kurt wanted to chase after him, grab his hand again, but he didn't let himself. "Okay." Kurt thought for a minute. "Oh! Oh my god. You won't believe who asked me out!"

Blaine placed his coffee cup back on the table his expression looking funny for a moment before he smiled, "A date? You have a date?"

"No." Kurt laughed, "I do not. I said guess who asked me. I said no."

"Oh." Blaine's smile grew. "Um… that older guy who works at the deli counter?"

"What?" Kurt looked at Blaine speechless before he burst out laughing. "Why in the world would that be your first guess?"

"He flirts with you."

"He is at least fifty!"

"I said older guy."

"Oh my god. No. It was that cute little freshman girl that I was paired with in a mentoring project earlier this year. She walked right up to me this morning and asked me out."

"Really? I mean kudos to her. A freshman having the guts to walk up to one of the most admired seniors in all of NAYDA and ask him out? I'm impressed. Her gaydar is completely broken, but I'm impressed."

Kurt smiled and lifted an eyebrow, "Most admired seniors?"

Blaine waved him off as if Kurt's renown was undebatable. "At least you're being asked out. No one has asked me on a date since… I don't know? Last year before I dated Carlos?"

Ugh, Carlos. He was a perfectly nice and stupidly handsome exchange student Blaine had gone out with for a month last year. Kurt pretty much hated him. He didn't even like to think about that long, lonely November. Still, Kurt was shocked Blaine wasn't getting offers left and right. "Really? No one has asked you out since then?"

Blaine shrugged, propping his face up against his hand. "I guess in a sea of eligible students I'm not cute enough to get any attention. Unlike you, who has freshman girls and deli counter workers falling all over themselves for you."

Kurt laughed wondering why someone like Blaine wasn't knee deep in suitors, but privately a little pleased about it. "Aw Blaine, you're adorable. I'd date you."

The words were out of Kurt's mouth before he had a chance to consider them. As they left his lips Kurt felt as if his soul was leaving his body. As if he was standing next to himself and watching him say something that could shatter the perfect little bubble he and Blaine resided in. Kurt could feel the blood drain from his face and his hands suddenly felt clammy. "I… mean…" Kurt sputtered out hoping Blaine would take what he said in jest.

Blaine looked at him seriously, not skipping a beat. "Then date me."

"Wait…" Kurt blinked a few times, "What?"

Blaine took a deep breath. "You should. Date me. I know you're out of my league. I know. You're Kurt Hummel. Kurt Hummel who everyone at school looks up to. Who everyone wants to be like. I know you could have your pick of any student here… and some teachers for that matter." Blane ran a hand down his face, "But have you ever thought about… us? I mean we fit together so well. No one knows me the way you do and who knows you as well as me?

"I know when you're in an actual bad mood verse when you just need to eat something. I know that you pretend nothing bothers you but your lips twitch a little when you're holding your emotions in. I know that you're endlessly kind well after I would have given up on people. I know that you laugh at stupid reruns of "Millionaire Matchmaker" and that your father is your whole world. I know that when you were eight you asked for a pair of sensible pumps not only because fashion has no gender, but because they reminded you of your mom…" Blaine let out a deep sigh as if these words had been weighing on him. "Kurt, you're my best friend and I… I care about you so much. Haven't you ever thought about us as… more?"

Kurt stared at Blaine, his mouth slightly agape and a flurry of emotions washing over him. "I…" He started and stopped, not knowing what to say. Had Kurt ever thought of them as more? Only every single day for the past two years!

"Oh god." Blaine breathed in sharply when Kurt didn't respond. He stood from the table snatching up his book bag. "Oh my god. You don't and I… I have to leave now."

Blaine turned to leave and Kurt sprang up from the table, finally able to function again and his heart pounding against his chest. "No! Please don't go." He practically leaped around the table to stand face to face next to Blaine. "Please Blaine," Kurt smiled, a laugh bubbling up inside of him. "Yes. Yes. I've thought about it. A lot. I've wanted to be with you so much and for so long… I just convinced myself that you didn't want to be anything other than friends."

"That… that's what I thought you wanted! You're always saying I'm your best friend… like I should remember not to push."

"Oh my god no! Blaine, I'm crazy about you."

Blaine's dark eyebrows shot up and a smile slowly spread across his face. A new smile, a smile Kurt wasn't familiar with and Kurt thought he knew all of Blaine's smiles. This was one different. This one wasn't holding anything back and it was full of something that looked a lot like love.

"Kurt." Blaine didn't say anything else, instead, he just crashed their lips together, dropping his bag on the ground with a dull thud, hands moving to wrap around Kurt's waist.

Kurt's body reacted before his mind had even caught up with what was happening. He looped his arms around Blaine's shoulders and kissed him back. His mind singing, Blaine is kissing me! Blaine is kissing me! Until he wasn't able to think at all and he could only cling to Blaine, lips chasing and mouth opening to deepen this kiss. It was a few minutes before they broke apart, Kurt's whole body warm and trembling against Blaine – he leaned his forehead against Blaine's sighing happily. "How long have you felt this way?"

Blaine pressed his lips briefly against Kurt's again before answered. "Pretty much since we met. Why do you think I brought you coffee that very first time?"

"Jesus, I'm an idiot."

"You were dating someone else."

"No one has ever compared to you, Blaine."

Blaine chuckled in disbelief, his eyes misty, "Then we are both idiots."

Kurt just swooped in to kiss him again. They stood like that for a long time, the sun on their shoulders, arms around each other, and lips locked. A few students walked by and catcalled, but Kurt couldn't have cared less. Kurt brushed his thumb over Blaine's bottom lip as he pulled back. "We should..." Kurt could barely catch his breath, "We should go back to your place and practice your Showcase song."

Blaine nodded, "Yeah. We should go back to my place, but not to practice any songs."

Kurt grinned wildly, that was exactly what he'd been thinking. "Let's go back to your place and make up for lost time."

"Perfect," Blaine beamed, grabbing his bag and then Kurt's hands and tugging him along as Kurt laughed and quickly followed after him.

For the Tumblr post- Tag your OTP

Person A: Aw you are so cute! I'd date you Person B: Then date me Person A: .. what?

[eternal-night-owl]

Reunion

Fandom: Hetalia

Pairings: Slight LietPol

Genre: Drama/Angst

Rating: T

Word Count: 1812

Summary: Years after gaining his independence, Lithuania receives a strange phone call from Russia asking to meet with him. Hesitantly, he agrees.

Read on: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/12735112/1/Reunion

Comments: So, here’s the fic about Russia and Lithuania I mentioned a few days ago. I tried very hard to keep Russia in character, so if he’s not, then please let me know. Thanks to @phantomhivemast3r for being my beta reader!

"Are you sure you want to do this?" Poland asked for the hundredth time.

Lithuania understood his trepidation well and had asked himself many times if this was a smart decision. It has been a while since he had a real conversation with Russia, and he wasn't looking forward to it.

"Poland, I will be fine," he reassured the blonde. "From what I've heard, Russia has changed since the last time we were… acquainted."

The Polish man let out a huff, his breath visible in the cold mid-winter air. Together they stood outside one of Lithuania's favorite restaurants where the Russian man would be waiting. Lithuania insisted on meeting at a public location on his own land.

Ugh, why did I ever agree to this? Lithuania asked himself yet again. He couldn't believe his ears when Russia called him a few days ago and asked if he wanted to meet up to "talk about some things from the past." But despite his fear, he was curious about what Russia had to say.

"I still think you're totally insane for wanting to do this, Liet. It could be a trap, or maybe he'll try to manipulate you into going back with him-"

"Trust me Po, there is nothing he could say to ever convince me to do that. And part of the agreement was that he come alone; no soldiers, government officials, or weapons allowed. If I notice anything that looks suspicious, I'm out."

The Polish man sighed in defeat. "My number is in your contact list, right?"

"The very first one," Liet said with a grin. The tiny blonde threw his arms around Lithuania's torso with enough strength to make the brunet stumble.

"Just... be safe, okay? I love you and I don't know what I'd do if anything ever happened to you. I couldn't survive you getting taken away from me again."

"P-Poland!" Lithuania said in surprise. He wrapped his arms around his boyfriend and ran his fingers through his hair, murmuring: "I promise I'll be safe." After a few minutes, the two men disentangled themselves and exchanged a look.

"I'll wait outside in the car for a few minutes after you go in. If you see anything that makes you uncomfortable…"

"I'll leave," the Lithuanian finished. "Thank you for your support, Poland. I know you don't agree with this, but I want answers."

Poland looked like he was about to argue, but instead sighed and kissed the taller man on the cheek.

"Good luck," he mumbled. Lithuania gave him one last smile before opening the door to see his former tormentor after all these years.

It didn't take long for the Lithuanian to find Russia, his tall, bulky frame coming almost immediately into view. Lithuania reluctantly took a seat on the opposite side of the booth he was at.

"Hello Litv- Lietuva. It has been quite a long time, yes?" Russia was smiling, but his tone was quieter and more cautious than Lithuania was used to hearing it. Hesitantly, the brunet nodded his head in agreement.

Lithuania noticed how the Russian man drummed his fingers on the table, a habit he had when nervous or impatient. He couldn't help but find it strange how well he remembered Russia's mannerisms after all these years.

"Have you ordered already?" Lithuania asked to break the silence.

"Ah, no. I thought it would be impolite to order before you got here. Might I ask what you would recommend?"

"Their cepelinai is quite good. I usually get that when I come here."

"Then that is what I will get as well," the Russian man smiled. "As soon as Estonia and Latvia get here, then we will enjoy-"

"They aren't coming," Lithuania answered, perhaps too curtly. After telling his brothers about Russia's sudden phone call, he found out that they received similar calls themselves, and were both shaken at the prospect of seeing Russia again. They even called him crazy for agreeing to the meeting.

"Oh, that's too bad," Russia said, disappointment clear in his eyes. Lithuania let out a sigh. Despite himself, he felt guilty for hurting the sensitive man's feelings.

"Russia, I'm sorry I snapped, but you have to understand…"

"No, no, I do understand," Russia cut him off. He put on that innocent smile that Lithuania knew he used to cover up his real emotions. "I should be grateful that even one of you agreed to see me."

"Why did you call us?" The words flew out of the Lithuanian's mouth. "I mean, why after all this time? Why now?"

"I know this may seem out of the blue, but it has been something I've wanted to do for a long time now," Russia explained. "I know I treated you and your friends horribly during those years, and I have regretted it ever since.

"I know I have no right to ask, but... do you think you could forgive me?"

Lithuania had a feeling that this is what Russia wanted to talk about, but it still felt shocking to hear after so long. Russia would occasionally apologize to him and his brothers after giving a beating that would go too far, but his remorse was always short-lived, falling back into his old ways before they knew it. Memories of those times caused centuries worth of resentment to bubble up in his stomach.

"You hurt me," Lithuania said, his words coming out in a whisper. "You hurt my brothers. Did you know we all still have nightmares of the times we lived with you?"

"Lietuva, I am sorry, but you need to understand-"

"Raivis broke down into tears when he told me you called him," Lithuania said, anger in his tone. "You hurt him so much he can't even stand to hear your voice without panicking. Estonia kept a brave face, but I could tell by the look in his eyes he was shaken."

Russia was taken aback by Lithuania's outburst, but he wasn't done.

"I still have the scars on my back. For years it hurt every single time I took a shower, or laid down in bed. I never take my shirt off in public, out of fear that someone will see and wonder what's wrong with me. I know Estonia and Latvia do the same with theirs."

"Lietuva…" Russia said, speechless for a moment. "I am sorry for hurting you and your brothers in the past, but you must understand that I didn't have a choice. My bosses… they never let me catch a break. They told me that if I didn't have absolute control over my household, the Soviet Union would fall and it would be all my fault. They threatened to do such awful things…"

"Russia, you always had a choice. Your bosses may have been harsh, but they never stuck a gun to your head and forced you to beat me unconscious for protecting my brothers. You made that choice all on your own."

"I wasn't trying to be cruel!" said Russia defensively, his hand curled up into a fist. "If maybe you would've just minded your own business and your brothers knew how to behave-"

"Don't you dare talk about them like that!" Lithuania exclaimed. "They were little more than children at the time, of course they were going to break things by accident or say inappropriate things sometimes! That doesn't give you an excuse to treat us like sh-"

"Enough, Litva!" Russia shouted, banging his fist on the table. It was loud enough that everyone in the restaurant turned to face the two arguing men. Lithuania himself, blushing and frightened, bowed his head low like a servant.

"I'm sorry, Russia. I was out of line," Lithuania whispered, trembling. It was an all too familiar sight to the Russian, one he had seen almost everyday for centuries. And yet for perhaps the first time ever, he saw himself through Lithuania's eyes.

"I-I am so sorry, Lietuva. I never meant to-" Russia stuttered, interrupted by his own tears. "Oh God, you're right, you're absolutely right. I'm a monster."

As he heard Russia's sobs, Lithuania got the courage to look up and see the broken man.

"Russia...," Lithuania whispered, speechless.

"I was so terrible to you, wasn't I? I always justified it in my mind somehow, but… do you think you could ever possibly forgive me?"

After a few minutes of Lithuania's silence, Russia sniffed and stood up, grabbing his things.

"I'm sorry I have asked you to meet me here, it was selfish. I should have left you and your brothers be. I promise I'll leave you alone from now on."

"Wait," Just as he was about to leave, Lithuania called him back. Russia turned around to face the brunet.

"To answer your question, I don't know. You hurt me and my friends and it will take a long time to get over that. I don't know if I can get over it."

"Ah, I understand," Russia said, looking dangerously close to tears again, until Lithuania added to his statement.

"However, I have been alive long enough to know with enough time, almost anything is possible. When I was married to Poland, I thought our Commonwealth would have lasted forever, and yet it did not. When I was under your control, I thought I would never taste freedom again until the day I died. And yet here I am."

"You have always been one of the strongest people I've known," Russia sniffed. "I hope what you say is true. I hope one day you won't hate me anymore and we will be friends."

"I don't hate you, Russia," the Lithuanian corrected the larger man, getting up from the booth. "I hate what you did, and I hate the person you used to be. But I know there is good inside you somewhere, even if it's hard for me to see right now. I can't promise we will ever be friends, but I don't see you as my enemy. At least, not anymore."

At this, Russia gave the brunet a genuine smile for once. "Thank you, Lietuva, for believing in me. You might be one of the few people left who does. If and when that day comes when you would like to be friends, I will be waiting for you."

Lithuania gave his former tormentor- and possible future ally- a nod. "I wish you well, Russia."

"And I as well, Lietuva."

And both men turned and left, heading off in opposite directions.

[swagyano]

Helpless Crush

They should be decorating for Christmas. But Dia is an admirable beauty in every way, Yoshiko is a good friend and wingman, and Riko is a useless lesbian dealing with a huge crush she hasn't talked about yet until now.

DiaRiko

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I haven’t written or at least posted anything in so long but DiaRiko snatched me and while I have a few WIPs with them, this one actually got done! I’m starved for content of them so here I am...... also platonic Yohane and Riko bc I adore them in sister-like friendship. I’m hoping to make a more Christmas centered sequel that focuses on them more but I’m not reliable.

Hope you enjoy!

“Here, let me help you out-” She wasn’t sure what exactly happened in the span of five seconds that suddenly got her legs moving to the other side of the room and words spouting out of her mouth before she could even think, but it certainly wasn’t the first time Riko ended up offering her assistance to the pretty upperclassman who never asked for it in the first place. However that didn’t mean the help wasn’t accepted in such cases, as she could tell in Dia’s slightly confused expression she did appreciate it, after all she’s been struggling putting up that big Christmas garland for a while now. Something Riko just so happened to notice by accident. Not because her gaze often searched for the brunette in question. That would be silly. She grabbed one of the ends of the decoration and attempted to ignore the fact their hands slightly brushed when she did so, hanging it across the wall while Dia held up the other end to make sure it doesn’t fall. It is such a simple task for two people that could’ve been done minutes ago, but a part of Riko was glad the student council president was proud enough to insist she can do it herself. Especially when their eyes met and Dia gave her that rare, sincere grateful smile that made her stomach flip every time. “Thank you, Riko. You shouldn’t have troubled yourself, but I appreciate--” “It’s fine, I don’t mind!” Again her words come out before she could construct a proper sentence in her head. At this point all she could do was hope the heat in her cheeks wasn’t too obvious. She wasn’t so self aware until she noticed the older girl’s brow raise in confusion. “If you need anything else I’ll be over there, alright? I’ll be happy to give you a hand if needed.” They exchanged nods, and Riko was blessed by another graceful smile. With a wave of hand she was dismissed and made her way back to her previous station; a set of connected tables where they’ve been decorating too many Christmas cards with stickers. Immediately she was greeted back with a pair of narrowed amethyst eyes. “... What?” “Hmpf, I should be asking you that.” The pouting Yoshiko huffed and placed her focus back onto the Christmas cards. Did they really have to make one for everyone in the school? Chika has the craziest last moment ideas. “What was all that about? You didn’t even say a word before you stormed off! Inobedient little demon, it seems like my powers over you have been weakened.” The tone of her voice was low as one would fit a fallen angel, dramatic as ever. Though nothing new, therefore leaving Riko with an unamused expression. “Blast that terrible curse you’ve been infected with...” “I have no idea what you’re talking about.” “Oh but you do!” An unfortunate reindeer sticker ended up on Riko’s forehead like a charm that’s meant to make all the evil perish. “This isn’t the first time it happened, Lily! You cannot fool me with your little lies! The way you get distracted, the way you never hesitate - you’re under the curse of a Kurosawa!” For the last part of it Yoshiko did lower her voice enough to keep the conversation between the two of them, You and Ruby already paused with the Christmas tree decorating to shoot them a questioning glance. While the second year was frantically trying to scrap the sticker from her forehead, Yoshiko’s words slowly sunk in, prompting a small embarrassed yelp. Or was that because she ripped the sticker off too hard? “Y-You’re being ridiculous! I just… happen to be around at the right time.” And she just so happens to notice how pretty she is every time. And the kindness and respect she treats her with. Before Riko could finish the thought she already buried her face into her hands, it was Yoshiko’s turn to look unamused. “Ugh, Yocchan-! The point is, I’m just trying to be a good friend--” “By constantly seeking her attention?” Amber eyes widened in shock at her companion as something in her chest sunk. Was the self proclaimed fallen angel smirking? How scary. And she continued quietly before Riko could utter a word. “Smiling like something hit you over the head whenever she compliments what you have to say? Getting all nervous when she looks at you for longer than you can handle? Seems like you are the one in denial here, my little demon~. Fufu, mortals are so curious, yet entertaining when it comes to this silly thing called love!” “I-I-It’s not like that at all!” Riko was the one who interrupted and earned glances from everyone else in the clubroom this time. Her breath hitched under all that attention, until they shrugged it off and returned to their tasks and chattering. Something in her was wishing demons and the underworld Yoshiko speaks of so often were real so at this very moment they could open up the ground and drag her into it, away from this situation. Dia must’ve seen it too, but Riko dared not to turn and check. And that evil angel stood there with the biggest grin on her face, completely amused and snickering at poor Riko. ‘How rude…!’ Yoshiko is truly more dangerous than one would think. The Christmas cards were long forgotten as the first year leaned onto the table, inviting the other to join in with a nod for more privacy. Having no other choice like a cornered mouse, Riko gave in and took a seat beside her. “So…~” “Okay, I might… admire her a little.” If that’s a proper way to say ‘crushing real bad’. This isn’t as simple as in her novels and manga, as much as it sometimes felt like one. Accidentally falling for the beautiful, responsible, yet sometimes dorky upperclassman. Reality is much harder than that though. “Sickening,” Yoshiko’s lips curved into a mischievous smile upon seeing Riko pout. “In an almost cute way! I never thought our serious Lily could be this weak… ah, such a curse truly has very strong effects on inexperienced mortals!” “Jeez, what’s with the whole curse thing anyways--” “Why aren’t you just honest about it?” She wasn’t sure if it was the question itself, or the unusually serious tone in the first year’s voice that genuinely caught Riko off guard. Her gaze searched for any trace of teasing on Yoshiko’s features, but she appeared really serious about it. “It’s-- it’s not that simple.” “And? Acting like such a dummy is effective, huh?” Those words didn’t even hurt when they were true. Riko huffed and lowered her chin onto her hands. They fell into silence while Riko let a hopeless sigh slip from her lips, one that made Yoshiko roll her eyes but in a endearing way. “... Dia is amazing, isn’t she? Always determined, organized…” The younger one huffed, “Childishly competitive? Have you seen the way she was ready to fight Chika one on one in table tennis over a silly idol magazine?” She couldn’t argue Yoshiko when the event from just a few days ago was brought up, but she could chuckle with adoration at the thought. The ‘softer’ side of Dia was something they all got to know very slowly, and Riko was lucky enough to witness it on her own while the two worked on projects for the group together. It only captured Aqours’ pianist’s heart even more, the elder Kurosawa was truly amazing no matter which way you look at her. “And compared to her I am well, simply put, kind of plain. Don’t you think? There’s nothing special about me, it’s a ridiculous to even think about her finding me mildly interesting.” The lack of response after a certain amount of time passed was concerning, and Riko raised her gaze to meet Yoshiko’s looking at her almost angrily. Puzzled she swallowed hard and the sense of self awareness returned. Yoshiko scowled and broke the eye contact with a shake of her head. “You’re ridiculous, Lily! I can’t believe I decided to take in a little demon with such dumb ideas under my wing! If that were true, Dia wouldn’t be trusting you with as many things as she does, yes? Seriously… you give yourself less credit than you deserve. You are also smart and just as admirable as the scary demon, it’s why you two seem to get along so well. But tch, I wouldn’t expect a mere mortal to be aware of such a strong equal wavelength.” Now she was truly speechless, mouth gaping at the underclassman in belief. While her words were scolding in a way, yes, they were clearly with a lot of good intention. Especially coming from Yoshiko, who Riko knew was not always good with words. Maybe that’s what made them even more touching. “I’m just saying, don’t cut yourself short.” The serious expression disappeared as the fallen angel hit one of her famous dramatic poses, chuckling with a weird amount of softness, “You’re forgetting you are a part of my demonic army. I promise good things to those who serve me, so just trust me and follow the darkness in your heart!” The encouraging speech was weird and unlike any Riko has heard, but it was effective. Not that she even expected one. Touched, Riko shook off her anxiety with a smile. “Yocchan, thank you...” “Pardon, Riko?” The familiar angelic voice snapped Riko out of their little realm, so much that she jumped out of her seat to meet its owner. And as expected, Dia waited there patiently, not doing much aside from that but still making Riko catch her breath. “Dia? Can I help you with something?” Her head tilted curiously at what seemed like a moment of hesitation in emerald hues. The older girl glanced behind her and Riko’s eyes followed, just to realize it was aimed for none other than Mari. Mari, who disappeared about twenty minutes ago to god knows where and left the other two members of Guilty Kiss to suffer with all the Christmas cards. And was she smiling? Why? What was that encouraging nod for? Her attention was brought back to Dia as she finally continued by clearing her throat. “I was informed about a lot of paperwork that needs to be quickly done by the end of the day, because someone,” The second year smiled to herself because she could feel Mari’s sheepish grin without even looking at her, “... failed to inform me about it sooner. I was wondering if you’d like to accompany me, with your assistance we could be done before practice…” “M-Me? Not at all, but--” “No worries!” Before she could even gesture towards the unfinished cards, Mari chimed cheerful as ever, much to Dia’s annoyance. “The two of us will make sure to finish the task in time, trust me when I say they will be shining with Christmas spirit! Is that right, oh mighty Yo~ha~ne?” Almost as if she felt bad, because she had a hunch Mari might stray away off somewhere again despite her humming promise, Riko worriedly looked back at Yoshiko. Just leaving would be impossible without a feeling of guilt. However the encouraging thumbs up seemed like a good enough approval. Smiling, she faced Dia again with a beaming smile. “Alright, I’ll be happy to help!” “R-Right.” Was that the sound of two mischievous people high-fiving behind her? Riko caught the way older girl bashfully scratched at her mole as she invited her to follow. The two exited the busy clubroom and made their way down the much more peaceful hall, Riko following along behind with hands clasped. “May I ask… why me? Isn’t Mari the one who should be helping you, being the director and all…?” “Yes, I could certainly have Mari help me.” An adorable pout was audible in the voice she tried to keep so serious. “And get nothing done, as usual! You’re a reliable one, Riko.” The heat rushed to her cheeks and she nearly missed the last part from how loudly the blood was boiling in her ears. “Besides… I admit to be rather fond of your company.” Was this the wavelength or whatever that Yoshiko went on about? It wasn’t until she had it pointed out to her that Riko thought back on moments they shared together and the certain serenity they all held. Her chest felt swelled up from such a thought, and the girl giggled as she took the courageous step forward so they could walk side by side. Was that a tint of red she spotted on Dia who insisted to keep her gaze ahead? The anxious knot in her stomach uncurled. “I enjoy it, too!” At first the third year seemed a little puzzled. But she soon joined in with a calming chuckle of her own, and the two indulged themselves into a conversation about the upcoming Christmas act. Riko didn’t know until now that her heart can beat so rapidly yet feel so content.