#(Also: I‘m sorry to disappoint you but as for right now I‘m most likely still here next christmas! :D)

[atlasnessie]

Hello, I looked through your work and I'm in love with how you write the story. Anyway, can I get a story of Chuuya x GN!Reader? The reader is a high achiever, perfectionist, ambitious, and competitive person. So maybe Chuuya forces the reader to rest because he knows how tired the reader is and the reader is fighting with him and then giving up. Tbh, I'm going to have a middle exam that starts at the end of the month I already did it by now but it's hard because I also have an organization.

HIHI OMG TYSM FOR LIKING MY WORK 😻🙏‼️ i’m not used to requests so i’m sorry if this isn’t the way you like it .. still hope you enjoy !! (GOOD LUCK ON EXAMS OMG THATS SO STRESSFUL AND ANNOYING)

“ARE THEY WORKING AGAIN .. ?”

chuuya has just come home as the clock read a late 11:29 pm. you didn’t hear your lover come in, and you not greeting him from the door made him question where you were. cracking the door to the large shared room, he saw you with stacks of paperwork, pen, highlighters, and pencils scattered around. this wasn’t the first time chuuyas seen you like this, though.

he sighed, knocking on the door as you turned your head, studying his slightly disappointed face.

“oh, chuuya, your home ! i’m sorry i couldn’t greet you at the door, i had to study this and finish some paperwork …”

pushing the desk, you got off your chair and walked over, trying to greet him. you were tired, but promised yourself not to show it. he stopped you, oddly enough. a hand extended out as he continued to stare you down.

“how many times do i have to tell you ? your killing yourself with all this non - stop work.”

you took a nervous chuckle. his tone was on edge and an argument is the very last this you want, especially with chuuya.

“i’m alright. look, if i really do drain myself out, i’ll take a break.”

“and how would you know you’re tired ? you always seem to ignore it and never really take a proper ‘break.’”

you frowned at his words. you didn’t want to admit it, but he was right. you were tired to the bone and wanted proper rest, but this - all of this work and studying - it meant way to much to you. you knew nakahara understands, but it seemed as if he didn’t at the same time.

“you sound sorta hypocritical, chuuya. you act like you take breaks from work.”

“of course i take breaks ! i take them at work now and then. i even call you !”

“sure, but you always complain how tired and stressed out you are. you even told me at one point you don’t even get that many breaks !”

the bickering went on for about another ten, fifteen minutes at the door before you took a breath, clenching your teeth. and of course, like most arguments, chuuya left you speechless. it was obvious he was pissed off, a whole lot more than he has been at work. you opened your mouth and exhaled.

“look, i’m too tired for this. i’ll listen to you? ok ?” both you and chuuya glanced at a clock. the male took a peek at his phone while you shifted your head to the glowing digital clock.

11:48.

“i‘m going to bed.” you turned around and made your way to the bed, climbing in and putting your head down on your pillow, look at the opposite way from where chuuya was. your lover grumbled, going to the bathroom to take a wash, throwing his coat on the bed.

the water didn’t stop coming down until 12:10 and you couldn’t fall asleep. just as the doors of the bathroom opened, you hastily closed your eyes. the other side of the bed weighed down, the rustling sound of the blanket allowed you to sigh deeply, air filling your lungs to the max. the lights were off and the room wasn’t cold, but goosebumps still grew around you.

“i know your not sleeping.” the ginger played with your hair. you didn’t respond.

“‘m sorry for yelling at you. i know you hate me right now.” chuuya whispered an apology, something he does after every argument.

“i really do hate you.” turning your body, you looked at his outline, your eyes met his in the dark. the man giggled lowly.

“i know. i’ll make it up to you tomorrow. but promise me you’ll take a break.”

a bit hesitant, you agreed, saying that your not ‘not - gonna - work’ for the whole day, and chuuya shrugged, even suggesting to help you.

“alright, sure. goodnight, chuuya.”

“mm. goodnight, love.”

#bungo stray dogs #bsd #bungo stray dogs chuuya #bsd chuuya #bungo stray dogs x reader #bsd x reader #chuuya x reader #bungo stray dogs drabbles #bungo stray dogs imagines #atlas writes !

[sevi007]

FF 16 spoilers

Spoilers right up til the ending lads and ladies

Are you kidding me. Are you. Kidding. Me

Ahem. Excuse me. I needed to get that out of my system.

Like. I‘m still reeling. I „only“ had the final fight to finish, thought yea, easy - and now this rollercoaster ride of feels right here. Ugh. Uff

I will get more into depth on the whole game in a seperate post later, but right now I need to jot down my first impression

From the start just - ugh. UGH. Gav openly crying into Clive‘s shoulder. Mid almost doing the same as they talk about Cid. Byron seeing his brother‘s sons off into a suicide mission

(Where was Otto though? Needed Otto, Goetz, Charon and Blackthorne here too! And Terence while we‘re at it. Aggressively promoting the NPCs here)

And Jill. Jill. I‘m almost glad she stayed behind and wasn‘t in danger but ouch. Now is so not a good moment for a love confession children (I know, I know, it might be the last chance, but that makes it so much more difficult). Why must you hurt me so, you two.

I will get back to that though

Then the journey and the final fight. Can I say I‘m almost disappointed there was no big aerial battle as Bahamuth against the many thralls? That would have been cool. But alas

I WOULD have liked for the battle of the three Eikons against Ultima to be. A real battle? Like the the Cinematic clashes are rather slow compared to other QTEs, I didnt feel a lot of excitement in this part of the battle compared to the rest of it

Changed with the next cutscene though. I mean, I had already suspected there is more of Ultima‘s people - one for every Eikon - but I had thought the Mothercrystals are there to power them up, and destroying them would stop that. I was just as shocked as Clive to here we basically helped them with it.

And then. Then. Here‘s the yelling part, the are you kidding me -

WHAT DO YOU MEAN WE LOSE JOSHUA?!

We JUST got him back! After 18 years! We had all these sidequests to gather him medicine! He is literally the Phoenix - Undying! Nope. Nu-uh. Square I am not accepting that. Did not happen in my book

But also thos is quite possible one of the visually most beautiful scenes, what with the Phoenix wings and reflecting in Joshua‘s eyes. And the voice actors, especially Clive‘s, really knocked it out of the park. The gasps and sniffles and the pain? Holy shit. I cried mostly because of the voices

The unholy rage I felt man - I felt very much in Clive‘s position there. Very immersive. Just absolutely get WRECKED Ultima, you made the wrong brother angry

The battle was so, so awesome. I‘m sorry but this might just about be cooler than the one in Rebirth, hands down.

The music - that was a remix of Find the Flame, yes? It sounded different but alike.

Then that it was one on one, and Ultima almost humanlike - fit really well in showing how he is no different from us, from Clive. And the way Ultima got more and more desperate and lost all cool, INCREDIBLY satisfying

the part where Ultima and Clive kept meeting Eikon with the same Eikon - combined with the Voice overs from Clive‘s friends - so good, I cheered.

The Eikon fight part was also very cool. Hate to say it, but blue-fire Ifrit also looks damn cool. Can we get blue and red fire please XD

Just. The entire fight was wellrounded and fun, really had my blood pumping, I loved it.

And then. Then, the end. The flashback to baby Clive and baby Joshua. Come on. Dont turn the knife in the wound you sadists!

Well. Obviously. They are all okay. It‘s clear as day. Clive healed Joshua, so he‘s gonna be okay. Dion only fell into the sea, and OBVIOUSLY the Enterprise had followed them and picked him up. And Clive already got to the beach all alone, now we just need to go get him. Yup. Mhm

(But Sevi the game made it clear - shhhh. Shush. No. Not in this house. In this house, we live in dellusion)

#sevi plays ff16 #ff16 #ffxvi spoilers #ffxvi #ff16 spoilers

[hllfireclb]

Call me Valentine Munson | Eddie Munson x Fem!reader

Pairing: Eddie Munson x fem!reader

Warnings: fluff, mention of smut, mention of drugs, Eddie smoking a joint, some hurt kinda? If I missed any please let me know!

Word count: 1.9k

A/n: I hate Valentine’s Day. I actually wanted to go into detail more and make this a longer OS but my absolute hate for that day is too big (sorry) plus I couldn’t handle even more soft/ hurt Eddie. I don’t wanna cry in the middle of the night lol. I‘m also still working on requests, please bare with me😭🫶

English is not my first language, so I apologize for any kind of mistakes in the story. Feel free to send requests and please read navigation or check out my masterlist! Feedback is always appreciated but please stay constructive! Don’t like? Don’t read! Enjoy the story!

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You knew that Valentine’s Day would be new to Eddie, especially because he told you that he hates this goddamn day. 14th of February. His official "hate date“ how he likes to call it. He told you that he doesn't understand the concept of valentine's day, that he doesn't see the point in showing your loved one, all of your "love" for just that one day and that if it was up to him, he’d show his girlfriend love all the time. You gladly agreed with him, with the fact you both hate that day and will never be like the cheesy couples as soon as you got into a relationship yourself.

That was exactly one year ago when you and him were best friends only, nothing more. But now? Now you‘ve been dating the, number one Valentine’s Day-hater and even though the two of you agreed, that you will show each other how much you love the other every single day and that Valentine’s Day was complete bullshit, you‘re still sad that you won’t get anything on that special day.Well that‘s what you thought.

Why should he gift you something on the day he abhors the most? Why should he surprise you with something? He thinks you hate the day just as much as he does, right? So it‘s pointless to give yourself some hope for a small present or a rose.

So you started this day just like every other. Going to school, studying your ass off in the library during your break since your beloved boyfriend decided to stay at his trailer with the lame excuse that "he doesn’t want to see all the cheesy shit in the hallways" like he said on the phone when you called him from school earlier.So instead of hanging out with the only person that could brighten up your day a little, you sit here, alone, studying for the next biology test.

What a great Valentine’s Day.

The day goes by slower than usually. It‘s always like this when Eddie‘s not around you. The world gets grey and boring without him by your side. Minutes feel like hours and your lips barley form into a smile on these kind of days.

So when you stop your car in front of his dark trailer you should be on cloud seven, happy to be able to jump into his arms and give him a big hug, followed by a passionate kiss. But today‘s different. Of course you‘re happy that you can be by his side now, snuggle up to him on the sofa while watching a movie together and eat some popcorn…but the fact that you had to see all these happy couples together today did something with you.

You‘re disappointed. Disappointed that Eddie didn’t even think about showing up to school, so you at least were able to judge all these giggling, feet kicking couples together. It would have been a lot easier for you of he would have been by your side.

You shrug off all your thoughts before you step inside his trailer, not wanting to seem upset or sad so he’d feel bad at the end of the day. While you start to take off your shoes and jacket, you notice something very unusual. The trailer is quiet and all lights are turned off. The only source of light comes from Eddie’s room. Normally Eddie would stand in front of you already, wearing the cutest smile ever while he’d reach out for you, placing a soft kiss on your lips afterwards. Some music would be playing quietly in the living room because he knows you don’t like it, to get your ears blasted away after a long school day…but today there was nothing. No music, no hugs, no Eddie.

Did he forget that you wanted to come over?

"Hey Eddie! I‘m home" you say, your voice slightly raised, expecting him to hear you. When you don’t get an answer you start to worry. Maybe he‘s in his room? You think to yourself to calm your mind down from the instructive thoughts that start to fill your head. Taking a big, deep breath before you start walking towards your boyfriend’s bedroom, hoping that he’d be there. Exuberantly you swing open his door, expecting him to be sleeping on his bed or maybe writing something new for his upcoming D&D campaign with the boys. You were expecting anything but definitely not what you‘re seeing in front of you right now.

The dim lights of a few lavender candles being the only sources of light in his room. Filling the air with a pleasant smell, mixing together with the smell of weed, cologne and Eddie. His, usually very messy, bedroom is cleaned up. The clothes that would normally lie everywhere are hanging in his closet, the bed is freshly made, the random stuff and trash on his desk and shelf is gone too and it looks like he even vacuumed the room.

In front of you, you see your reason to smile every day. Eddie. He‘s holding a small bouquet of roses in front of his chest, his hair looks washed and fluffy just how you like it. He’s wearing a black jeans without any holes in it and his tattoo covered chest and muscular arms are hugged nicely, by a white button up shirt. As you step a little bit closer you‘re able to smell his scent, or how you like to call it, your personal drug since you can’t get enough of it. He‘s showing you the beautiful smile of his as he starts speaking softly.

"Too much?" His voice is barely above a whisper when you stand directly in front of him, the flowers being the only thing that keeps you away from pulling him into a tight hug. Your lungs feel empty and your mouth turns dry in the split of a few seconds. Like it was said, you expected anything but that. Your boyfriend cleaned up his room and got pretty flowers, for you.

That’s something that no one ever has done for you yet and it just feels so personal because you know Eddie hates this goddamn day…plus he cleaned up for you. If there‘s one thing he hates more than Valentine’s Day, it’s probably cleaning up. Especially because he‘s known for his Organized "Munson Mess“ how Wayne calls it. He even got you pretty flowers that look quite expensive and you know he‘s probably low on budget again. How could you still be mad at him for not showing up at school after all of this?

When you don’t answer Eddie it‘s his turn to feel worried. Maybe it’s too much you? Maybe you don’t like anything of this cheesy stuff? You‘ve agreed with him back then, when he told you that he "hates“ Valentine’s Day.

Truth is, Eddie doesn’t hate it. Yes, he gets annoyed by the couples at school every single time..but that was only because he used to be alone on this day for twenty years straight. He never got love from anyone expect Wayne, but you can’t quiet compare this love with actual love. So he decided to walk the easy way and hate on this one, stupid day of the year. But deep down Eddie Munson is, and always was, a hopeless romantic.

"I knew it would be too much…I‘m so sorry Sweetheart! I just- I just thought it would be cute to give you something..I didn’t come to school today just to prepare some things for you!" He starts to explain himself while putting away the roses. Before he can continue his small rant about how stupid that idea is, you stop him by pressing your lips onto his own. Soft but passionate. Confusion takes place on his face when you softly let go off him, smiling like an idiot.

"It‘s perfect Ed‘s. I Love it! I actually was kinda sad that you left me all alone in school today earlier but now? I couldn’t be happier right now." you whisper against his lips, before crashing your own onto his again. He happily joins the kiss, pulling you even closer to his chest as his hands find their way to explore your body. They squeeze the flesh of your ass and thighs, he even massages one of your boobs slowly to give himself some comfort.

A few moments pass before you pull away from him to get some air, still smiling like an idiot who‘s in love...and you are. After Eddie explained the whole situation, why he had to take a day off school, so he could prepare this whole surprise and get everything for it, the two of you sit down on the sofa like you usually do. Some random movie plays on the TV while Eddie feeds you with the food he ordered before you arrived at his trailer. It’s actually a miracle that you didn’t smell any of it when you walked inside earlier.

His shirt is opened slightly, just enough to present you his beautiful chest with it‘s soft hair on it. You‘re sitting between his legs, facing him with a smile on your lips as you play with the buttons of his shirt. "I‘m sorry again…that I left you alone at school today y’know? But to be honest, I‘m happy that I didn’t have to witness Jason Carver’s cheesy-ass speech for Chrissy. Most of the stuff he says, is probably bullshit" Eddie says while he places the empty plate on the small coffee table in front of the sofa.

His comment making you giggle softly. His eyes meet yours, the sound of your soft voice causing him to join you with a deep chuckle, while he teaches for the already rolled joint. "God we‘re just like these weird couples at your school. You know, the ones we always judged?" You offer him a smug grin but all he does is shrug.

"So what? Call me cheesy because I am. You made me this way!" He grins back at you, his fingers poking into your sides just enough to make you squirm under his touch, causing another chuckle of his to leave his mouth. "I will be your personal Valentine if you want me to be princess. I‘m going to shower you with kisses, love, gifts and a good fuck. Call me Valentine Munson“ he adds with another smug grin before placing the joint between his lips.

All you do is roll your eyes at him playfully evoke handing him the lighter. When he has finished his first drag on the joint, your lips immediately find his. They‘re just way too addicting to not touch them in any kind of way, Eddie doesn’t complain at all though. The smoke of the joint slowly fills your lungs as he blows it into your mouth, causing a soft whine to leave your mouth.

And just like he promised to you, he ends your day as your own, personal Munson Valentine with kisses, hugs, lots of love and a sleepless night ;).

#stranger things #eddie munson #stranger things 4 #eddie one shot #eddie oneshot #eddie munson headcanons #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x female character smut #eddie munson x female reader #eddie munson x fem #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson boyfriend #eddie munson st4 #eddie munson fanfic #Eddie munson on Valentine’s Day #Eddie munsom x you

[pauleonotis]

So u still here eh .. disappointing to say the least. i hope u wont be here on christmas next year lol. tell me did u at least thought of leaving once?

The hate aside, this question is actually kinda interesting and to be really honest anon dearest: Yes, I did. More than once actually.

But I won’t go into detail here xD

What I can say tho: it definitely wasn’t because of your constant anon hate, sorry. :)

#(Also: I‘m sorry to disappoint you but as for right now I‘m most likely still here next christmas! :D)

[babychoko]

🎀 𝔽𝕣𝕠𝕞 𝕝𝕖𝕥𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕥𝕠 𝕤𝕡𝕠𝕜𝕖𝕟 𝕨𝕠𝕣𝕕𝕤 🎀

Part 1

Xingqiu x reader

romance, little angsty, slightly suggestive?

Early 2000‘s Au

Disclaimer:

I‘m actually surprised that some of you were excited about this story before it came out. It really means a lot to me. I hope I don‘t disappoint you all. Also, English isn‘t my native language. I apologize for mistakes. By the way I‘m pretty new here- I‘m still trying to figure out how to use it, haha.

Enjoy!

How odd.

Xingqiu usually stays here, doesn't he?

Confused, I strolled through the library, holding my hands behind my back. As I walked, I inspected some non-fiction books that most students here definitely won't understand.

My eyes wandered to the right and left shelves.

I decided to judge some books by their cover.

Boring...

Boring...

Hey this book looks interesting-

Oh this is the math section now. Boring.

I contorted my face until I felt a heaviness on my shoulders. Someone grabbed me by my shoulders and pulled me back slightly.

I immediately shuddered.

"Hey, you shouldn't judge a book by its cover..." said a voice softly at my ear.

With goosebumps, I turned around.

"Xingqiu-! Don't sneak around me like that!", I shrieked.

With an amused smile, he held an index finger in front of his rosy lips and put his head a little askew in which his earring dangled a little.

"You have to be quiet in a library, don't you?", he whispered.

I- this..he! Ugh!

I turned to the side and lifted my nose in offense because I can't really disagree with him. Partly, he's right. But it is not like the whole building would blow up as soon as you raise your voice!

"Speaking of not judging by appearances...", I muttered, glancing at the boy across from me.

With an innocent smile, he stood in front of me after taking his index finger from his lips.

Keeping his mouth shut near me, you wouldn't be able to tell how he normally acted.

He seemed to have realized what I was indicating.

"Now don't be like that. This is a secret between you and me, isn't it?".

He emphasized the you extra, making me feel a little funny in my heart.

I'm pretty sure he does that on purpose.

I just shook off the situation and gave him a bag of sour gummy worms.

His eyes lit up.

"You brought them to me!", delighted, he took the little bag from me.

The thing is, his father doesn't really like eating sweets that weren't made by his cook. He eats them very rarely.

In his house, it's more common to eat the homemade traditional pastries.

And not those little plastic bags with gummies in it from the gas station. You can't get those sour worms anywhere else.

This may sound strange, but I could list about a hundred more things that Xingqiu does rather secretly.

His father is not a complete meanie, as he still gives him a lot of freedom.

-As long as Xingqiu doesn't dishonor anyone.

Alright, his father can be a partypooper but every once in a while, his father turns a blind eye, thankfully.

"If I have to watch you push down mooncakes filled with carrots down your throat while suffering eating them all the time, I actually feel sorry for you.", I said, amused.

He hates carrots more than anything.

But so far he hasn't even told his mother how much he really curses carrots, after she raved about how she used to mash his carrots to a pulp and how he ate them up nicely as a toddler. It brought back memories in her and she felt young again.

He couldn't tell her.

Somehow I thought that was quite sweet of him.

"What am I going to do without a good friend like you?", he laughed lightly and walked out of the library with me.

Nibbling on your carrots when others are watching, I said. Mentally.

We waved to Lisa, our librarian, before closing the door behind us.

I noticed a book peeking out of Xingqiu's school bag.

"Didn't you have a different book this morning?", puzzled, I looked to him.

"Oh, that one was for Chongyun. It was a book with paranormal content. You know him.", satisfied, he took a gummy worm and offered me some.

"Oh.", that's nice of him! Lately, though, he's been helping Chongyun more than usual, I thought to myself.

Chongyun wants to be an international exorcist in the future, and if he can't, he'll be one at his family's shrine. He is totally into paranormal things and horror movies. However, he has never seen a ghost.

But once, something happened during our movie night.

A few nights before, in a quiet moment, he swore that he saw Bennett's glass of orange juice move to the right by itself- right before Bennett wanted to take a sip out of it.

This happened during the middle of a horror movie which didn't help to make the situation better.

The poor green-eyed boy shrieked, let the glass full of orange juice land on me and woke up his best buddy Razor, who had been tired all day. Right at that moment, a jumpscare in the movie surprised us. Razor jumped up from the sofa and bumped into Bennett's back.

This only made Bennett panic even more, because he thought that he was being attacked by a ghost, it was dark he didn't know that it was actually just our peaceful friend Razor

Along the way, Chongyun grabbed the fallen glass that landed on my lap and tried to exorcise it. Xingqiu was laughing himself silly on the floor while hugging a pillow against his chest.

To describe it briefly: It was pure chaos as everything happened at the same time and because of that, we woke up Chongyun's parents.

We got a good telling off for being too loud and also because his parents weren‘t amused by the sight of their son yelling while sealing a glass half-full of orange juice with charms while his friends were screaming.

Well guess what?

Around Bennett's glass.. there was actually a thin thread wrapped around, which was controlled secretly by Xingqiu.

Xingqiu only confessed this to me in the early morning when I didn't dare to go to the bathroom alone and Chongyun had to accompany me to protect me from ghosts.

I thought it was funny that Xingqiu was a little too relaxed. He must have realized that I suspected him and that's why he confessed only to me.

Honestly..we all but Xingqiu accompanied each other to the bathroom and kept an good eye of the bathroom door because no one wanted to be alone since the 'ghostglass'

What made Xingqiu’s plan successful?

1. Chongyun saw Bennett's glass move.

2. Next door is his family shrine and there is a cemetery one street further.

3. Chongyun never lies to us.

Yup. That made Xingqiu’s little ghost prank very believable.

Since then, the light blue-haired boy has been handing out charms of protection to us, which we will never throw them away.

And how much I want to tell off Xingqiu to everyone..I still can't. After all, he was only doing it for his best friend, he said, because his dear friend was starting to lose motivation for exorcism.

I also didn‘t want to ruin his motivation as well, whereas he has been burning for it since that night, right?

I've been in a quandary ever since.

"Speaking of it, our movie night is cancelled this week, right?", it occurred to me now.

"Yeah, there's a party going on, after all. I really want to go there!", Xingqiu's eyes beamed. He's tired of being at any celebration of family affairs all the time. He wants to celebrate with his peers.

"How pleased you are", I grinned, which made him look embarrassed. He cleared his throat.

"Well, it would be rude to refuse, wouldn't it?", he smiled.

"On top of that-" he held my hand, "I’ve never been to a party with you. Let's go together, shall we?"

Huh...

I felt my cheeks heat up. My heart was pounding.

Embarrassed, I nodded. He didn't seem to think anything of it, which is what gets triggered in me as soon as he acts exactly like this.

Just holding my hand..that smile..that calm voice.

Is that what friends do?

Maybe I just don't have enough contact to people.

We said goodbye at an intersection and headed home. I don't live near him. He lives in a somewhat..how shall I say.

High society area? Rich-folk-neighrbourhood?..ehh..

What do you actually call something like that?

Oh, never mind!

I don't speak rich.

Until the evening I sat down to do my homework and at some point I was dreaming when I looked out of the window.

At that moment I got a phone call. It's clear from whom.

"Am I interrupting?", I heard the familiar voice.

I got up from my chair and flopped down on my bed.

"Not really.", I giggled and looked up at the ceiling.

"What are you up to?", I added.

"Talking to you on the phone.", Xingqiu laughed.

I guess someone doesn't want to tell me what they‘re doing right now. Reading, for sure.

"Ahaa... did you miss me?", I joked.

"Maybe I just wanted to hear your voice", he whispered.

I widened my eyes. My heart was beating faster.

Hey, heart. Stop that pounding.

Ehh... ahhg- I mean please slow down your beating, for God's sake! Don't stop.

After all, I still want to live. And listen to his voice.

I tried to act cool. Ok, be cool. Don't let him tease you, (y/n)!

"Aw... is someone stressed out? Do you miss me?", I giggled.

"You could say that. After all, best friends cheer each other up."

We talked on the phone for about half an hour until we had to hang up. We got into some mighty trouble once over a large bill.

Well, actually I was the only one who got in trouble.

Part:

1 you are here

2

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Hogwarts No.1 Ship

Fandom: Harry Potter  Pairing: Draco Malfoy x reader Word count: 3.4k Summary: You - Rubeus Hagrid’s niece and a surprising slytherin - have a crush on the Slytherin prince himself, but you are sugar and he is spice and there is no world where the two of you would fit together...right? Warning: Swearwordsm concussion, broken bones, but mostly fluffffffffff Requested by the amazing and patient (I’m really sorry it took so long) @onlycherryblossom​: Hi! I love your work and I was wondering if you could right a Draco Malfoy x Reader. you know, the one we talked about. It'd be so awesome! i hope you have a good day/night! (I won’t put our chat in here so that I don’t spoiler anything)

Hogwarts had rarely ever known two students who were as opposite to each other as Draco Malfoy and Y/N Hagrid. Draco - who was the embodiment of how people imagined the stereotype of Slytherin to be - was (most of the time) a prideful, cold, unempathetic prick, while you were a selfless, positive thinking, kind and gentle soul that could‘ve been a descendant of Helga Huffelpuff herself. The two of you did have one thing in common though. Your house. The hat had made you both into Slytherins which was on Draco’s side not surprising at all, but quite a shock for everyone who had talked to you for even a minute. Probably the biggest shock was courtesy of Rubeus Hagris - Half-Giant and your adopted uncle (on his father’s side) - who insisted that the hat must have made a mistake, but was quickly shot down by Dumbledoor who assured that the hat didn‘t make any mistakes. After some initial tumbling though, Hagrid realized that the house didn‘t make the person and that it didn‘t matter in what house you were sorted into, you’d always be his little pumpkin. And he was quite right. Even after you had been a Slytherin for just about five years, you had only grown more kind and loving - having bonded with many people in the other houses and years, but not quite as many in your own house. You’d call Blaze and Millicent maybe something close to friends and Pansy tolerated you which is why you gave her the title of ‘good acquaintances‘, but other than that you didn‘t really have a lot of contact with them in your free time. The most complicated relationship you held though was the one to the aforementioned Draco Malfoy. In a weird twist of fate the two of you somehow became the main ship in Hogwarts (with Harry and Ginny or Harry and Hermione as close second) even though you couldn‘t remember more than two or three times that you had talked to the boy outside of a classroom or study environment. Sure, he had never bullied or teased you which already differentiated you from most of the students, but you simply explained it by the fact that you were a good student - especially in potions class - and behaved well enough to gain a number of house points which made you into a good asset to Slytherin and as such made you a less logical target. Now all in itself that would‘ve been more than fine with you, but for some stupid reason your heart decided to betray you against it‘s better judgement and fall for him. Somehow, even after years of seeing him kick others down and behave like a complete douchebag you couldn‘t help but blush slightly at the mention of his name and feel your heart flutter when you walked by him in the hall or in the common room. The worst part was in potions class where he sat right beside you after Snape deemed your former partner as way too unqualified for one of his best students and exchanged him for Draco. Working with him in and of itself was actually rather nice. He was a good student and did his work thoroughly and mindfully, but you found it hard to concentrate when his hand brushed yours as you read a passage in the book or when he poured ingredients in the coultron that you were stirring. You really tried to ignore your feelings and ban every thought of him, but it seemed like you weren‘t doing the best job at it since your uncle kept asking about what it was that was distracting you all the time. On a rainy October day fairly at the beginning of your fifth year you decided you had enough. You were sitting in your Uncles hut with a plate of more or less edible cookies in front of you and a cup of something that was surely supposed to be tea when you finally gathered the courage to say what you had been meaning to say for weeks now. “Uncle Rubeus, can I ask you something?” Hagrid turned to you with his usual smile as he patted fang who was drooling all over his lap where he had laid his head. “Course ya can pumpkin. What’s it about?” “Uhm...well… you know there is this boy that I-“ “Ohhh Ah see,” Hagrid quickly interrupted you before you could even ask the question, “Ya know, usually I’d be more than happy to help ya with every question you have but ah really don’t thin’ I’m the right person for this, I’m sorry.” A little bit disappointed but not really surprised you just sighed and shook your head, telling him that it was okay, before bidding your goodbyes and making your way back to the castle quietly mulling over what exactly your plan b should be now that plan a had failed and you still had no idea what to do with or how to get rid of your stupid crush on Draco.

“You know what I would do if I were you?“ Ginny asked and pointed the end of her quill at you. The both of you were sitting in a corner of the library where you had planned to help her study for her upcoming potions exam, only for her to basically interrogate you until you admitted that you had an unlucky crush, even though she luckily hadn‘t pushed you to tell her who the guy you had a crush on was. “I‘d probably just tell them, I mean what do you have to lose. Either he‘ll say yes and you‘re happy or he says no and you just avoid him like he doesn‘t even exist - which would honestly be the appropriate reaction if he refuses a snack like you. See, no real downside to it.“ “Oh really? Hmmm, I wonder why you haven‘t told Harry how you feel yet then,“ you teased her and tapped your chin. Ginny‘s face immediately started to rival the colour of her hair and the way she crossed her arms in front of her chest and pouted reminded you of an overgrown toddler - but in a cute way. “I-I don‘t like Harry, okay? I mean I did when I was like ten because he was famous and I was a child,“ she tried to make sure you really knew how silly she wanted you to believe she thought it was by drawing out the word child for a good few seconds before rolling her eyes and looking to the side, “And anyway, it‘s not like he‘d date his best friend’s sister…“ “Oh Gin,“ you immediately felt bad and grabbed one of her hands with yours, “Have you looked at yourself? You‘re amazing and if Harry doesn‘t see that through his stupid invisible cloak and these glasses than he doesn‘t even deserve you.“ “Even though I admit that yes, I am amazing, this isn‘t the topic that we should be conversing about right now, remember? I think there‘s a certain blond Slytherin that you should be worried about more right now.“ Immediately blood shot right to your cheeks and you quickly looked around to make sure no one could‘ve heard her before leaning forward and hissing: “What? No? I don‘t like Draco? Why would you even think that? I never said that he is the one I have a crush on.“ Ginny just raised her eyebrows in an unimpressed manner, leaning back in her chair and picking the quill back up to play around with while she talked. “Listen honey, I‘m not judging you or anything. Don‘t get me wrong, I still and probably will always think Draco is a major asshole and doesn‘t even deserve to breath the same air as you-“ “He isn‘t that bad…“ “Yes he is, but anyways, no matter what I think of him I also know that you are a clever girl that knows how to protect herself and who knows, maybe you‘d even have a good influence on him.“ Images of you and Draco together with your friend group laughing and having fun crossed your mind and you could feel your heartbeat fasten involuntarily. “That‘s all great and good, but like I said, I don‘t have a crush on Draco,“ you gave the hope of getting out of this situation with the lie you‘ve been telling yourself for months still intact one last try, but Ginny didn‘t give it the time of day. “Oh please, I see the way you look at him in the dining hall and how your eyes are always on him when he‘s playing quidditch and just now you defended him even though the two of you aren‘t even friends. My love-radar is pinging like crazy around the two of you which is why I, Ginny Wealey also known as the love witch-“ “No one calls you that,“ you interrupted her only to be shushed by an evil glare. “I, Ginny Weasley, will help you in fulfilling your desire and getting together with Draco and I already have the perfect plan.“ “No no no no, please don‘t! Don‘t do this! Ginny no!“ you tried to make your point clear but she was already cleaning up her stuff and getting ready to leave. “Don‘t worry oh sweet Y/N, the next time we‘ll talk everything will be set in motion,“ she winked before dashing off leaving you standing in her figurative dust with your mouth agape for a few seconds before you let your head sink onto the table. This would definitely take an interesting turn…

After that you definitely started to actively avoid Draco which was - surprisingly enough - not as easy as you thought. Somehow he was almost always at least in your near vicinity. Besides the obvious factors of class (where you tried to focus on working and on praying whatever Ginny had planned wouldn‘t happen) and when you were eating in the great hall (where you had resorted to sitting at the very end of the table as far away from him as possible) he seemed to also be there in your free time. You were relaxing in the common room? He was there reading a book. You were outside with Harry and co.? Guess who’s coming their way to insult them (while not saying a single bad thing about you). By now there were just about three places where you were sure that he wouldn’t be able to pop up at any given moment. Your room, the bathroom and the potions classroom on Wednesday and Friday afternoon when class has already ended. After Snape had realized that he had some real potions-potential sitting in front of him he offered you extra credit as some sort of teaching assistant which basically meant that you helped him prepare lessons, helped him grade the first to third years tests and that you cleaned up and organized the potions classroom twice a week. Now usually, knowing that you were more than capable of handling the potions and ingredients standing around on your own after having seen you do it for a few months, you‘d be alone while you cleaned up except for the occasional visit of your professor to tell you which ingredients you should put on the students desks for the next class, but for some reason the next Friday - three days after Ginny had made her promise to you - the door already stood open and you could hear Professor Snape talking to someone. “I really expected better of you, your action is the reasons Slytherin has lost 50 housepoints and I hope you know that it is on you to gain them back, no matter your status,“ Snape‘s voice carried to where you stood and you wondered who the student was if Snape went so easy on them with his lecture. Usually you‘d be afraid for your life after losing even ten house points so getting such a calm reaction for 50 must‘ve really meant something. Your questions about the identity of the student were answered when you entered the dungeon room and immediately felt yourself freeze. Of course not even you (time dependent) sanctuary was safe anymore. Of course Draco just had to stand there and look at you without any identifiable emotion in his gaze. “Ah, Miss Hagrid, right on time as always,“ Snape nodded after he also noticed you and you felt slightly more at ease knowing that with him there nothing could really happen. “Should I come back later?” you asked politely, not sure if you had interrupted something. “No, you may stay. Mister Malfoy over here has got himself caught trying to sabotage McGonagall class, a childish act which I would’ve expected of the Weasleys but really not from you. As a punishment he will be the one to clean the potions classroom bi-weekly from now on until he has regained the house points lost. You’ll supervise him.” “I’m sorry, I’m not quite sure I understand.” “Malfoy will do all the cleaning but since he has no experience with it I can’t just leave him alone so, since you’d be here anyway, you can watch him and make sure that everything goes orderly.“ It wasn‘t really a question as much as a command, something that you were used to from Snape, so you just nodded and bid him goodbye as he went to his office, leaving you and Draco behind. By now you had seen through what was happening. This was Ginny‘s plan. Somehow she must‘ve managed to blame Malfoy for the prank on McGonagall - something rather extreme given the taken house points- hoping (or somehow knowing) that his punishment would force you to spend at least an hour with him alone in a dimmed room twice a week. Inwardly you cursed your friend, while outwardly you tried everything to avoid directly looking at Draco as you explained his tasks to him before you sat down at your usual place and pulled out a book really hoping you could get him to not talk to you that way. Either your plan was working great or Draco just really didn‘t care for you, because an hour later you still hadn‘t exchanged any words, instead he dutifully, but slightly pouting, had done his job while you shot him the occasional glance to make sure he was doing it correctly. “I think that was all, you should be good to go now,“ you told him with a small smile, relieved that you were finally free to leave the room and with that the tension that had built up inside you as a mix of nervousness and fear. Draco had opened his mouth to respond when a third year came rushing inside with at least twelve books in her arms that almost towered over her which she quickly placed on a table, slightly out of breath. “Professor Snape sent me. He said these have to be sorted and put away.” You could probably feel Draco’s sigh before he had made it and - not really fond of spending more time so frustratingly close to your crush and yet so far - you just nodded and told both of them that you’d take care of it and that they could leave, which both promptly did. You took the books and carried them to the back of the room where a sole, old bookshelf was standing - since the students mostly had their own books - and started putting them away when you heard a sickening crunch before suddenly the shelf including books came crashing down at you and before you could even think to pull out your wand, the world turned black.

“I’m so so so sorry, you were right I shouldn’t have interfered, if I’d just listened to you you wouldn‘t be lying here now,“ Ginny whined from beside your bed where she had been sitting for the past twenty minutes apologizing over and over again and blaming herself for the broken arm, leg and the concussion that had you unable to leave the infirmary for the next three days to a week. “Ginny, how often do I gotta tell you, it isn’t your fault! I would’ve sorted those books in anyways - no matter if you had pulled that prank or not - and it would’ve fallen anyways,” you tried to reassure her and gave her a soft smile. “But-“ “No but, okay? We can’t change the past anyways, and even if we could I wouldn’t because thanks to you, I don’t have to take that stupid DADA test.” Your attempt to lighten the mood seemed to work, because soon you and Ginny were back to your usual conversation-style and it relieved you immensely. It made you feel okay again. She was just telling you of a stung Harry had pulled in the Gryffindor Common room when she suddenly paused mid sentence and looked up. You followed her eyes to where they were placed firmly on a certain Platinum blond boy that looked simultaneously like he’d rather be everywhere else and like he was glad to be there, it was a sight to see. “I think I’ll leave for now, I’ll come back later with tons of sweets that Luna and I are going to steal from Harry’s personal stash,” Ginny said goodbye and gave you a wink as she walked away making you torn between wanting to roll your eyes and feeling yourself blush. Unsure of what to do next you motioned to the chair that Ginny had just occupied and Draco seemed to get the hint because he quickly sat down. “Hey-“ “Hi-“ “Sorry, you first.” “No it’s fine, you’re injured, you go first.” “Well, uhm-“ you took a deep breath to calm yourself down, “-I wanted to thank you, for bringing me here I mean, Madame Pomfrey told me you carried me all the way.” You looked away hoping that he wouldn’t see how nervous you were. “You don’t need to thank me, I couldn’t just let you lay there buried under books, your not Granger after all,” he said, seemingly trying to joke but immediately noticed that it was probably not the best thing to say given that you and Hermione were good friends. “Listen, what I came here for,” now it was Draco’s turn to take a deep breath, “I’ve been meaning to tell you something, but you were always with Potter or avoiding me or whatever, but after I saw you lying there… I guess I was just worried for you, I really don’t want you to get hurt.” Now that definitely caught your attention. For a second you played with the thought that this could possibly not be Malfoy but just someone else playing him with the help of polyjuice potion because he was definitely not acting like himself, but something in his word convinced you otherwise. “Thanks, I think, but would you mind me asking why? I mean...we’re not really the closest of friends,” you asked him, looking directly into his face to search signs of a possible answer. “Fuck it, I like you, okay? Happy?” You were completely stunned. Stunned, speechless, shocked. In all the time that you had been crushing on him you had never even really considered even the slightest possibility that he could reciprocate your feelings but now here he was telling you straight up. “You-You like me? Like like-like me?” You asked, just really wanting to be sure. There was a hint of nervousness and worry in his eyes, but he hid it behind a wall of annoyance. “You heard me, didn’t you? So, just get it over with, do you like me too or do you not, because if you don’t then I don’t want to waste my time any longer.” This definitely sounded more like the Draco you were used to and you had to giggle a little bit. “Yes, yes I like you too,” you confessed and like it was the most natural thing in the world you moved the uninjured hand over to where he laid on your bed and took it in yours. For the moment, you were caught in the shimmer of happiness and glee at having your crush there with you, definitely something more than your crush, and it would probably take a while until you‘d realize that there were some interesting things to follow, like telling your uncle about this for example...

#Draco Malfoy #Draco Malfoy x reader #draco #harry potter #hogwarts x reader #harry potter x reader #ginny weasley #professor venomous #oneshot #hogwarts oneshot #harry potter oneshots #hogwarts

[lupiningwolves]

Stories

summary: after the second war, the golden trio wants to know a bit more. So they go and ask y/n

warnings: mentions of death, kinda angst?

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Two wars. It took two wars for y/n to lose her family and all of her friends. The only ones she had left are the Hogwarts students and teachers who survived.

Everyone seemed to die around her. First, Regulus, her boyfriend/fiancé at that time. Then Marlene, followed by James and Lily. Sirius left two years ago. And then, last night, died Remus as the last one she had left from the Marauders.

It was like they were supposed to die. Just y/n was left alone. She wondered if death didn’t want her or just didn’t find her good enough to let her see all her friends again. Maybe she had to do-

„Hey, are you alright?“ Y/n turned around and saw Harry, Ron and Hermoine standing behind the sofa she sat on.

„Yeah“, she said softly. „I‘m sorry for all your loss.“

„We could say the same“, Hermoine said. „Can we sit down for a moment? We have a question if you’re okay with it.“

„Yes, of course. Please, take a seat.“ Hermoine sat next to y/n, the boys in front of them.

„You know we destroyed the Horcruxes, right?“ Harry asked.

„Yes?“, y/n answered, but it came out more as a question.

„And you’re a year younger than my parents, Sirius and Remus were, right?“ She nodded again. „Did you maybe knew Regulus? Sirius‘ brother?“

„How do you know Reggie?“, y/n asked quickly. She hasn’t heard that name for so long.

„So you did know him“, Ron said and earned a nudge in his side from Hermoine.

„In the Slytherin‘s locket was a note. From R.A.B. He tried to destroy the locket as well“, Harry said.

Y/n smiled proudly. She always knew he died a hero. „Yes, I knew him. I bet Sirius told you a few things about him?“ Harry nodded. „Forget all that. Yes, he was a Slytherin, but he was good.“

„But he was a death eater“, Ron stated.

„And Harry is a Potter and didn’t bully all Slytherins like his father did“, you retorted. Nobody spoke bad about Regulus when she was there.

„My father didn’t bully anyone“, Harry said angry.

„Yes, he did. And I bet James is proud of it.“ Harry looked now more angry. „But he was also the first to welcome me in the house Gryffindor. He was my first friend in Hogwarts and introduced me to Remus, Sirius and Peter. We became best friends.“ Now, Harry’s face softened.

„I didn’t know you knew them all so well“, he said.

„Yeah“, y/n smiled. „I did. I also became friends with your Mum. Kindest woman I ever met. She was beautiful, smart, loving. I still wonder how she and James ended up together. But they were the most beautiful couple at Hogwarts. Besides Remus and Sirius maybe.“

„They were together?!“, the three screamed at the same time.

„But what about Tonks?“, Ron asked.

„Let me talk. Yes, they were together. After school they got a flat and had a wonderful life, as far as it was possible. But after Sirius went to Azkaban, things changed and Remus vowed to never be with him again. He met Tonks and, well, you know how that ended.“

„But - they lived together the whole time“, Ron said.

„I know. It was hard for both of them. Sirius thought that they could give it a try again. But Remus ... I don’t know. The night Sirius died, he told me he was ready for death. He felt so sorry for leaving you, but he couldn’t live without Remus or seeing him with someone else and he saw James and Lily again.“

It was silent for a moment until Hermoine spoke again. „And Regulus?“

„Reggie was sorted into Slytherin, yes. He was a Black, the most racist family I’ve ever seen. My mum is a Muggel, you know. I still can’t believe we were together.“

„Wait, you were a couple?“, Harry interrupted.

„Yes, we were engaged.“ Y/n smiled, but still tears welled in her eyes. „Not soon after we came out of school he asked me to be his wife, much to the dislike of his family. It’s not that I was a Gryffindor, but it was still a huge disappointment for them. No, I didn’t came from a pureblood family. They were furious with Reggie, that’s what he said. But still, we planned our wedding. He became good friends with my friends and we were all happy in those bad times. One day I came home and there was James with Lily. They both hugged me as soon as a went through the door. Sirius cried silently in Remus‘ arms.“ Y/n had to wipe her tears away and take a deep breath before she spoke again. „It was the day he died.“

„Wow“, Hermoine whispered.

„I didn’t know all of this“, Harry said.

„How could you, Harry. James and Lily were taken away from us too early, Peter betrayed them. Sirius was twelve years in prison for something he didn’t do. Remus‘ life fell completely apart. And I wasn’t there too for you. I know I had to. I was supposed to take you, not those Muggels.“

„It’s okay“, he said.

Y/n shook her head. „It’s not. I never told you, but the day you were born, Sirius was named your godfather and I your godmother. I didn’t want you to know, especially not in those times. I thought I‘d die last night, but here I am.“ A small smile came on her face. „So, if you ever need a family, you know where to find one. But if you don’t want to do anything with me, that’s totally fine.“

Harry shook his head. „I want to. I‘m just a bit surprised, that’s all.“

„I have another question“, Hermoine said. „Have you ever thought about getting in a relationship after what happened with Regulus?“

„No“, y/n said. „Reggie is the only one. I‘m waiting for him again. The day I die will be the best I have.“

#regulus black #remus lupin #sirius black #james potter #marauders #harry potter #ron weasley #hermoine granger

[marvel-ousnesss]

Hand in Hand

Pairing: Harry Styles x reader

Summary: Y/N and Harry the night of the Brits.

word count: 2806

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A/N: I wrote most of this on my phone so sorry for any typos or mistakes. Lots of love 💜💜💜

“Y/N, Y/N!”

You approached the source of the storm of voices with a wide grin on your face. You still couldn't hide the thrill that your fans brought you, nor you could stop yourself from just hanging with them for a bit. You ambled through the red carpet exchanging smiles and posing for selfies until you reached the end of the path.

When you stepped inside, you greeted a few other people who had arrived at the event and went to freshen up a bit so you could pose for some photos.

You looked at yourself in the mirror and grinned widely. You felt like the girl singing covers in her room, yet here you were, attending your first-ever music awards as a nominee —with one of the best albums of the year under your arm.

As you made your way back from the restroom, you felt a presence behind you. Before you could turn around, they spoke.

"Well hey, fancy seeing you here.” Harry's voice was raspy, tinted with mischief.

You stopped, turned toward him with an amused half-smile.

"Right back at you,” you joked back. “Do you come here often?"

He exhaled a fruity laugh and smiled at you, finally allowing his gaze to drift down onto your figure and then back to up to meet your own. "You look… wow."

He made you blush with almost no effort but you were quick to cover it up, doing your best to get rid of the tension that seemed to constantly glide around the two of you.

"Well, don't you look 'wow' yourself", you smirked.

It had been going on for a few months now; flirting here and there, hanging out at parties, and even a few dates which you had tried to keep out of the spotlight. Nevertheless, headlines hadn't stopped gushing on about 'the newest, freshest face of the industry' and the 'beloved, eclectic Harry Styles.'

Looping your arm around his you subtly prompted him to continue walking toward the awaiting cameras, where you were headed before bumping into him. He obliged, smoothly guiding you through the crowd of crew members, press, and artists.

After a moment of hesitation, his hand traveled to the small of your back. When you felt his tender fingers against the silk of your gown, you lifted your head to look at him.

"So, what’s the game-plan for tonight?”

“Y’know how ‘t goes,” he explained. “Step one: performance, step two: get hold of all the tiny statues, step three: world domination.”

You laughed, but insisted, “really, how’re you doing; ready?”

Even if he seemed to be perfectly collected, you knew that tonight’s show had his head spinning. This was gonna be his first live performance of the year, and, to be honest, you thought it was admirable that he decided to go through with it after what had happened that weekend.

“‘m just a mess of nerves and excitement right now. Tonight needs to be brilliant.”

He didn’t wanna talk about Caroline’s death and you were ok with it, so you didn’t push on the topic.

“I’m sure it’ll be. The whole album’s just amazing; and, you know, the guy who sings it isn’t that bad either.”

He chuckled lightly, then sighed, “just hope I make it justice.”

You smiled, “you will.”

That’s when you found yourselves between the gray wall upholstered with logos and brand names and the army of photographers equipped with cameras of all sizes.

You both faced them and quickly displayed your best angles.

Offering a smirk as he fixed the collar of his blazer, Harry asked, “what ‘bout you, eyes on the prize, I assume?”

You turned around with grace, so that the back of your outfit was visible, then faced the cameras over your shoulder.

“Well, yeah,” you sighed dramatically. “But, to be frank, I’m not sure I’ll be able to keep them there with you looking so dashingly handsome.”

His eyes widened for a second and he let out a ringing laugh, his cheeks reddening slightly. It was truly a beautiful sight. However, no longer than a moment later, he concealed the gentle blush with a snort and a devious grin, which he directed at the cameras.

“I know ’m irresistible, love,” he smirked. “And I hate to tell you this, but I‘m ‘a be professional tonight, no funny business.” His tone was dripping with feigned seriousness.

"Your loss," you flipped your hair.

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You guided Y/F/N to the table where your team had been placed. Being honest, she was thrilled to be there with you, but also quite surprised that you had honored the promise you both made back in middle school. When you had first told her about your YouTube channel —after a fair amount of bugging on her part—, she had shown complete support and joked about being your date to the met gala. But, as the met was still clearly out of your league and you had missed the Grammys because of your mom’s birthday, here you were.

She already knew your manager so you introduced her to the rest of them before taking a seat, ready to enjoy the rest of the evening.

The first few minutes were full of laughter and conversation. When the event officially began, you watched the presentations with a gaping mouth and cheered hastily when every award was presented.

Before you knew, it was already time for Harry’s performance. You bit the inside of your lip when he climbed upstage, effortlessly rocking a lace jumpsuit that gave a deific, but simple air to him.

“Can’t believe you turned that down to bring me,” your friend whispered to you.

“Seriously?, my first ever-awards were something I needed to share with you, dork.”

“Awww, friend.”

“Aww”, you mocked, then hit her shoulder lightly. “Shush, let me listen.”

Everything happening on stage was truly breathtaking. You mouthed the lyrics as your gaze followed his every move. His eyes were full of stars and his voice was so flooded with emotion that it made chills run down your spine.

“I’ll rip his throat out with my teeth if he ever fucks up.”

Those words somewhat pulled you out of your daze-like state. Part of you wanted to ask her what she meant, but it was no use. For her, you were an open book, so you didn’t even try to hide how bad you had fallen.

Only with a glance your way, Y/F/N managed to catch the way in which your eyes twinkled when you looked at him and the way you blushed ever so slightly when she brought him up.

You tried to conceal the impact of her words with a sip of your drink, to which she responded with a smug wink.

The following half an hour or so went by uneventful. You nearly fainted when Lizzo performed, and it didn’t get better when you discovered she was but a few tables away from you, next to where Harry had been placed. A couple of categories where presented and the moment you dreaded the most arrived.

Celeste was flawless on stage, and you couldn’t be happier for her. Yet, as you listened to her song, your brows were glued in a frown and the corners of your mouth seemed to weigh a ton. It was time for the rising star award, and then came international female solo —to which you had been nominated.

You turned your head to the side when you heard the scratching of a chair against the floor, and offered a quivering smile to Harry, who had not so discreetly sneaked to your table.

“Hey,” he mumbled, taking hold of one of your hands under the table.

“Hey.”

Celeste’s speech, which ended before you would’ve wanted, was followed by Sporty’s introduction to your category. You tried to stay positive as the nominees were announced.

Y/F/N managed to dodge Harry and get her hand on your shoulder. She gave him an awkward attempt of a smile, then looked at you. “You got this.”

You nodded at her words but, not so deep down, you knew this wasn’t gonna be your year.

“I’m so excited, they’re all so brilliant,” Sporty began.

Harry’s grip tightened on your hand while she opened the envelope, and you barely heard him mumble, “come on.”

That’s when the winner was announced. Billie’s name echoed through the speakers across the place and your face fell for a few seconds.

You were quick to recover and clapped just as eagerly as you had for the rest of the winners, but the smile plastered on your face quivered a bit as you swallowed a wave of disappointment.

That changed when she got to the stage, that’s when utter pride kicked in. While Billie said a few words in acceptance of the award, Jack Whitehall made his way to the table and squeezed a chair between you and Harry. You let out a snicker as he clumsily tried to sit comfortably, then you moved a bit back.

He was given his cue by the camera guy and began.

“Congratulations, to Billie Eilish! Now, I’m just so excited to be here with this power couple who, for some reason, are not officially a couple yet.”

"Glad to have you."

His eyes drifted between the two of you, then settled on Harry. “Harold, you’ve been coming to the brits for 10 years. Not to make you feel old.” Then he looked at you. “Y/N, on the other hand, this is your very first time here.”

"Yup," you chuckled. "Total newbie."

“Sorry for the stock question, but how’s it feeling so far? Kidding, we don’t wanna talk about that, do we? I bet you’ve already got at least five rehearsed versions of the answer to that question.”

You snorted.

“Let’s get to the point here.“ Jack leaned closer to the table, to which you responded by mimicking his posture. “Ever since the ‘Up All Night’ era, when Harold here was just a lad with his little bow tie and a mop on his hair, he’s been a ladies man.

Harry scoffed and waved his hand dismissively.

"And, as such, he can only be paired to someone like you,“ he pointed his finger at you in mock accusation, “my dear Y/N, who has been leaving a fair share of lads and ladies’ hearts broken —including my own— ever since your very flare-up on that strange platform which somehow houses both Rebecca Black’s ‘Friday’ and your phenomenal album ‘Tears of Blade’. However, putting my broken heart aside, I wanna Know… you didn’t come as each other’s date, why’s that?"

Harry took a sip of his drink, "I tried, but she turned me down."

Jack faked shock. "Should I get my hopes up then?"

"Oh no, none of that."You shook your head. "I just brought a friend tonight."

His mouth opened in realization, then he smirked, wiggling his brows. "Not to intrude, but… a special friend of yours or a friend friend."

You threw your head back, laughing, then said, "Jack, this is Y/F/N. Y/F/N, Jack."

"Hi." She stretched out her hand, which the host gladly took.

“I like the way your hand fits in mine,” he gushed.

——————————

You struggled to stay awake in the car to your place, your eyelids didn’t seem to be obeying you anymore and your head was feeling too heavy for you to lift. Harry chuckled when he looked at you, bringing you closer to him so you could use him as a pillow. For the rest of the ride, he quietly hummed to the music playing and did what he could to ignore the feeling of numbness that was beginning to invade his arm.

You woke up when the car stopped and raised your head, scanning your surroundings. When your gaze met Harry’s, you smiled. He grabbed your purse and helped you out of the car, then you both took the lift to your apartment.

"Make yourself at home," you said, taking off your coat and shoes.

"Thanks, love." He hanged his blazer on the rack by the door, together with his vest and the purple pashmina that adorned his neck.

After changing into some sweatpants and a t-shirt, you made your way to the living room and found Harry, neck deep into your fridge. That's when you recalled you hadn't done any grocery shopping.

"Tell me if you find something, my fridge's just sad to even look at," you jested, standing behind him.

"S'not that bad. I mean, carrots, beer, tortillas, we could do wonders out of this," he scoffed, still looking for something worth looting.

After no avail, he closed the door.

"Or… we could order pizza."

He chortled, "Y/N/N, we ate like an hour ago."

"Is that a yes or a no?"

He sighed, letting himself fall to the couch in fake exasperation. "Woman, you’re a bad influence." Now, that was a yes.

You giggled when he ended up sitting on the floor, then taunted, "worried your Gucci suits won’t fit you anymore?"

"Ha-ha very funny." Harry settled on the floor, grabbing one of the decorative pillows.

"C’ mere," he patted the spot beside him.

"The couch’s right there."

"So?"

"So?" you mocked, "you come here." You clumsily sat on the couch, but he grabbed your ankle and pulled you to the floor. You let out a squeal but, taking advantage of the boost he had given you, managed to place yourself on top of him, caging his body between yours and the couch.

You were about to gloat, but he placed a hand on your waist and used the weight of his body to push you back, turning the cards.

"You got me where you want me, what are you gonna do?" When you spoke, your voice came out quieter than intended.

Harry's hand found the hem of your shirt and he began tugging it faintly, brushing your skin ever so slightly. He looked at your lips for a moment, then your eyes.

"'Ve got a few ideas-" his words were drowned by the doorbell ringing.

"Fuck," he groaned, head burying in the crook of your neck. Your fingers curled around his silky locks, then you mumbled, "I have to get up, you know."

He grumbled something else, but you pushed him off you.

You received the pizza and locked the door, proceeding to put the cardboard box on the marble counter. As you cut the tape with a small knife, Harry joined you in the kitchen. Stepping behind you, he placed his hands on your sides and a kiss on the line where your neck met your shoulder.

"Patience is a virtue, Harold," you teased.

"Don't care."He rested his head on your shoulder but his hands carried on with the feathery strokes.

Just then, you opened the box and swiftly turned around, giving him a quick peck before stepping out of his grasp.

"Help yourself," you instructed while grabbing two beers from the fridge.

After giving him one, you took hold of a slice and walked toward your previous spot on the living room floor. "Don’t know bout you, but I’m starving."

Harry followed with the box in hand, after settling once again, he placed the box between the two of you and grabbed the remote control.

You shook your head and scoffed, "all that wailing and you're just as hungry as I am."

"Not my fault that the bloody doorbell killed the mood." He took another bite.

Three beers per head later, as the credits of Dirty Dancing rolled up the screen, the pizza had been discarded long ago. You hummed to the credits song as your head rested on his lap, enjoying the feeling of his hands playing with your hair.

"Thanks for tonight," he mused.

"What d'you mean?" You adjusted yourself so that you were looking up at him.

"Just, you know, "he hesitated, finding the words. "You made sure it was a great night."

Your mouth opened in realization before you smiled, lifting one of your hands to his cheek. “That's what 'm here for." Then you sat up, and joked, "besides, 's only fair to admit that, for a business night, it was fun."

"You break my heart, love" he sighed, "all your business partners get after parties like tonight’s?"

"Nah," you avowed, "just the cute ones."

"I'm relieved, then." He pulled you to him by the waist.

You beamed, throwing your head back, "you're unbelievable."

When you straightened up, after your laugh died down, his gaze found your lips once more and he leaned in. "Can I kiss you?"

Your hands moved up to the back of his neck and, without a word, you pressed your lips to his.

Requests open!

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[bakugouisabitch]

Ziggy i work two jobs now and the second job is retail where i'm on my feet all day.

If you feel up to it, tell me how yb and malik would help each other relax after a hard day.

Omg this is so fucking cute of you 🥺 i sure can!!

((i’m so sorry to hear that that sounds so exhausting :(( i used to work in retail too and my sister still does work in retail where she’s on her feet all day and she always tells me how tiring it can get.. i can imagine what you’re going through might be even harder... i’m so sorry 🥺))

okay hc time:

hmm let me think 🤔

I can actually see Malik working in retail in a classy clothing store. But only as a “last option.” As the pretentious little bitch that he is, he’d actually be the type to aim in what is generally seen as a “higher option” in the working environment. I can see him wanting to do a job where he gets to feel important, like an office job for example. Whether it’s just as a secretary or an accountant, i can see him working in more “conservative” places, where he can put on a neat suit and walk around feeling classy and bossy, or feel a sense of accomplishment by communicating with customers in polite ways and telling them what to do 💆‍♀️ But if his choices are narrowed down i can picture him working in a clothing store as well. But that’s like the only retail he’d work in, otherwise he’d feel far too “above it all”. It’s like his last option because, pretentious as he is, he wouldn’t enjoy a job where he has to “serve” people in any way - and that also includes packing their clothes in a bag behind a cash register.

Bakura, on the other hand, is much more laid back with that like,,,,, he doesn’t give a fuck as long as he gets money sgsjhs If it was up to him he wouldn’t be working at all. He’d survive by just stealing what’s necessary to live (but ofc that would be impossible - unfortunately for him). Like, less communication with people and more manual labour is what he’d pick. I can even see him working in really “easy jobs” (also because it’s easier for him to adapt as a human in society after having been a spirit for so long) like for a fast food chain or delivering the mail or even just as a dishwasher. You know... working in places where he might even get the chance to steal something >.> (i might draw him in working clothes one day 🤔 the idea really amuses me)

Now, coming to your post-work relaxing HCs:

When Malik comes home after a hard day’s work I can totally picture him complaining. And like, a lot. He wants Bakura’s full attention and he wants him to listen so he can talk and talk and complain and lament how everyone is wrong and he is right. Yk at the end of the day, he is no boss or CEO in the office or whatever working place he chooses (unless he really builds his way up but that would take a lot of time) and that in itself frustrates him. No matter how much he can keep up the illusion of being the one who orders his colleagues around, as a matter of fact he isn’t. He also has superiors to listen to and he has to collaborate with others and, because of all of his complexities and issues he had growing up, he'd low-key feel humiliated by something so mediocre. So, as soon as he gets home he has to let it all out and complain about everyone. He mostly overdoes it in his stories tho’ and is quite the drama queen for even just minor things that didn’t go as he planned at work...

Bakura kind of sees through all of this, ofc, but he’s totally here for Malik in these moments. He gives him his full attention and nods and agrees to whatever Malik says, even if he knows he’s being a tiny bit extra with his tales. But he knows Malik needs his attention and a lot of praise and reminders of how good he is. Most of all in these moments. So he complies ofc to please his distressed boyfriend.

(kinda angsty HCs:) When his working day goes really bad, there are even moments where Malik would take out his whole anger on Bakura and start accusing him of being the problem (shameless self-promo: kind of like in the beginning of my fic here) . And it’s in these moments where Bakura stops with all the sympathetic demeanour and actually fights back. Because enough is enough, and Malik has a tendency to go too far with his words and his insults at times. But even if they end up arguing it’s a coping mechanism for Malik as well to let out some of that pent up rage he’s been feeling all day. And with Bakura actually fighting back instead of just caving in, Malik gets a low-key unhealthy sense of high/satisfaction too: One, because he has Bakura’s full attention that way, and two, because he longs for that kind of conflict. He’d even go as far as provoking Bakura on purpose to rile him up and get him to direct his whole anger back at him. And Bakura never fails to put him back in his place so Malik gets exactly what he wants at the end of the day. Yes this would also lead to a lot of steamy fucking but i‘m trying to keep these HCs sfw and it’s really hard with these two sdfghjkIn Whatever their way, they make up for it at the end of the day anyway and it’s like nothing happened once the stress leaves them so, no worries.

When Bakura comes home after a hard day‘s work he hates everything. But more in a grumpy/don‘t-talk-to-me kind of way. Unlike Malik, he won‘t be complaining about his job because he doesn‘t want to waste another second thinking about it now that it‘s his free time. He won’t be mentioning the “W” from work unless it’s totally necessary. As soon as he’s done working, he wants to pretend it doesn‘t even exist and like, use every second out of work for his own personal benefit. Being a thief/cheater of rules in life, he always makes sure to do as little duty as possible and he would even be the type to falsely call in sick and do stuff like that to not work. ANYWAY (sorry for digressing) once he leaves work he wants to make the best of his time and as soon as he enters home he‘d throw himself on the sofa and take his favourite drink (beer) and make sure he‘s as relaxed as possible. He‘s also particularly needy to have Malik on his lap in these moments and would love for him to just stay close to him and cuddle and caress and touch him. Ideally he’d want Malik to be his perfect nice malewife in such moments and when Malik is in the right mood he even complies - he’d do anything to hear more praise from Bakura over how good and perfect he is and would even prepare him a nice non-vegetarian meal just to please his boyfriend.

Unlike Malik, Bakura would love to have less conflict possible in his post-work moments and craves to touch and just have Makik all to himself in his arms. But if Malik happens to be in the wrong mood as well and kind of neglects Bakura in these moments, Bakura could become petty enough to scowl and brood away for eternity. He’d be low-key/indirectly demanding that Malik makes up for it later on. And this would lead to nsfw hcs as well sfjhdj sorry Malik would be like “hey what’s up?” and Bakura would just grumble with his arms crossed and looking away. Malik would have to tip-toe his way slowly in to not let him be moody and disappointed for the rest of the day, calling him “Habibi” or “Bakura-sama” (since he adressea himself with ore-sama so gladly) to soften him up, until Bakura can’t help but let a smile form on his lips and they would end up cuddling and fucking ofc and everything is fine once again.

Idk i just really like them exactly because they seem to clash for being so different but they always find a way (sappy as it sounds) to be perfect for each other at the end <33

((I hope these were the kind of HCs you asked for 🥺 sorry if they got far too long or psychological sgksjak I wish you good good luck and i hope in future you may find something that is less stressful for you 💙💜))

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[officersnickers]

“I want to make a deal with you” - a small analyses of one of TPN’s most important sequences

I wanted to talk about the famous “I want to make a deal with you“-scene since forever and after “The first shot“ was released even more thoughts developed in my head. Basically, I‘m amazed how the same scene can transport so many different directions throughout the years, so let‘s dive in!

The first time Ray talked about his deal with Mama was directly after Norman found out he was her spy.

Ray seems so calm and collected in this flashback, as if he couldn‘t be bothered by the fact his entire life revolves about being a delicious meal for some man-eating beasts. That‘s basically 100 percent of the Ray we got to know during the first chapters of the manga, and honestly, I would have believed his emotionless behavior without any doubt. But still, there is a bit of hestitaion in his offer, as if he’s not wholeheartly sure he’s doing the right thing in this moment. But there’s no stepping back anymore, so he enforces his deal.

Anyway, the second time the deal was brought up when the trio discussed about Norman‘s escape to avoid being shipped out. Here we not only got to see some of Isabella‘s reaction upon the revelation of one of her children, but also a new focus on Ray.

See the change? Now he looks more on guard, carefully and yes, I would dare to say, a little bit accusing. As if he couldn‘t believe up until this point his memories were true, and after getting the confirmation for his doubts, he‘s angry and disappointed about his life being a lie. And what a lie, after all.

Bonus, we also get a good look at his left ear. Back in the days I already was concerned he tried to put out the tracker with a knife or other tools, but we never got a clue about it. Well, until “The first shot“, of course...

Now it gets interesting! The third time the revelation is shown through Isabella‘s eyes, recalling her past after the escape of her beloved children.

She approaches Ray after hearing him humming Leslie‘s tune, the song nobody than her should recall anymore. The boy looks surprised being visited by her, and after Isabella asks the question, the most important question she could ever have – Ray smiles.

A sad smile, sorrowful and apologeticall. As if he wants to say sorry, feeling guilty for a fact he‘s not at fault nor can‘t change anything about. That‘s what Isabella sees – the child, her child, feeling guilty for being born by her or maybe even feeling guilty for making her miserable the whole time she had to carry him. Either way, after this discovery, he confronts her with a even more cruel truth, leading to their alliance bound by pain and fault.

And then, finally, we got the whole dimension of this scene. How everything happened. I always wondered, if Ray knew Isabella was coming this way to hear him singing Leslie‘s lullaby, or if it was pure coincidence. It was not, of course. Nothing in Ray‘s life happened by coincidence up until this point, and their confrontation wasn‘t either.

What breaks my heart into tousand pieces is Ray‘s depiction in this scene. This time, he looks so tiny, half hidden behind his book, holding onto it, as if his mother shouldn‘t see his trembling hands. Visibily scared, intimidated by this woman right in front of him, the only caretaker he knows and yet the greatest monster in his mind.

And he begs. Begs desperatly for her mercy, for him, her son, even after she gave him away, even after facing demons and nightmares of dead siblings every night for years. Ray knows about Isabella‘s wrongdoings, knows she‘s clearly not on his side, on their side and still, he wants to believe. Wants to trust her, because she‘s also human, like her children. Because she loves them as if they are her own. Because she sang this lullaby to him and why would she had done it, when not loving him, her son?

But Isabella can only smile and tell him the truth. The lifes of her children, Ray‘s life? They are not as important as her life. That‘s all she wants, to live, and to achieve that goal, everyone else has to die. At this point, Ray has to give up on his false hope of Mama being on their side, giving up the thought her song for him meant anything. He accepts, of course. He has no other choice. And so he becomes her paw, the sheep-dog watching over the herd, looking away from the injustice of their world and shutting his mouth, all for his best friends sake. At the tender age of six. After believing there could by any good in this world, after all. But there wasn‘t, not for him.

Yet.

I also noticed the location of their conversation was a change from their usual surroundings. 

Near the gate, the forbidden place, where no one should find them, where no one should listen to what they have to say each other. But it implies the possibility of Isabella dragging Ray through the gate immediatly to get rid of the child who discovered the truth and became a sudden danger for the farm system. I‘m sure it‘s no coincidence Ray waited at this point for Mama to show up, as if he would like to say „Kill me if you want, but at least be honest about it“.

A little detail I also observed was how Ray wasn‘t wearing a sweater in the first flashback, but in every one following. Surely Shirai and Demizu noticed it wouldn‘t be that bad to wear warmer clothes mid-January ^^

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[danicarosaline]

If you let me

𝙹𝙹 𝙼𝚊𝚢𝚋𝚊𝚗𝚔 𝚡 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛

Part two of: Favourite Mistake

a/n: ah yes, here is the part 2 y’all wanted so badly😩not really fond of this one but since it’s done, here ya go!! hope y’all like it🥺✨

Keep in mind that i do NOT condone cheating, it’s just writing & for the drama of the story.

Warnings: not edited, fluff

The skies were overhung with a blanket of grey, so much that you could barely tell the difference between the sky and the clouds. You watched raindrops race down your bedroom window. The occasional strike of lightning appears, showing off a brilliant shock of white in the graphite sky and you jolt at the roar it came with it.

You rolled over to the other side of the bed, pulling up the covers over your shoulder and fluttered those eyes shut for the third time in the past two hours. Thoughts of that night swirling around in your head like motion pictures and your brain only managed to highlight the most upsetting part of the story.

He angles his neck to look at you, bright blue eyes welling up with tears as he mouths a ‘sorry.’

You felt the muscles of your chin tremble and your lashes brimmed heavy with tears. A lone tear traced down your cheek and before you knew it, more tears escaped your eyes as you let out a loud sob. Your chest sorely heaving.

You were in the wrong just as much as JJ was and you knew that you should have reached out to Cher before she left the Outer Banks for good, but before you could mend things back together, it was too late and she was already on that ferry.

It almost felt wrong to grieve over the situation because it was not you who have been hurt, it was Cher, but this ache in your heart was too damn excruciating.

How was it so easy and exciting to fall in love with somebody but then the next, it’s utterly unbearable? and all you wanted to do was spend your days and nights locked up in your room. Never wanting to be seen again.

That’s exactly what you did, actually. You spent every waking minute sealed away in the safe quarters, known as your bedroom. Only leaving the room to grab yourself a meal from the kitchen as your family gives you sympathetic looks, making you feel awful for acting so unapproachable lately.

They have heard the scandal that went down at the kegger a few nights ago because word spreads fast around Figure Eight (you wouldn't be surprised if it has made its way to the Cut also) and your parents are disappointed to say the least. They had raised you better than this, they thought you knew better than to involve yourself with a man who had a significant other.

It wasn’t like you could help who you fall in love with.

You didn’t mean to get involved with JJ and It certainly was not supposed to be an on-going thing between you and the pogue but it happened, and it was too late to turn back time to change all that.

The unexpected rushed knocks on your window nearly sent you into a hysteria, your heart pounding in your chest as you angled your body to face the felon trying to break into your house, but upon locking eyes with JJ who was soaking wet from head to toe and a tender smile plastered on his face despite seemingly in a somber mood, it made your nerves calm and your heart to go back to its normal pace.

You pushed yourself up on the bed and quickly made your way towards the window. Once unlocked, the blond slips in effortlessly and he turns his back for a second to lock the window before facing you again.

JJ shakes his head, sending water droplets to fly in every direction and you gently swat at his arm when a few landed near your eyes. He chuckles quietly and brings a hand up to wipe away the remaining droplets on your face.

“What are you doing here? It’s storming outside” You lean into his touch, and rumple up his soaked cut off tank top in your hands, hoisting it up so you can remove it from his frame. JJ complies and lifts his arms in the air, letting you undress him.

“Already? I just got here pretty girl” he smirks, grabbing you by the waist to pull you in closer. With a roll of your eyes you lightly push at his chest and toss the drenched top into a hamper.

“Why are you here J?” You asked the boy impatiently and JJ stays silent, his head hangs low and he avoids eye contact with you. After a long minute of silence and studying his appearance for any bruises, you took a sideways step to pull open a drawer full of your clothes and half of his that he accidentally left behind.

“Here, go change” you toss a pair of his old sweats and a band shirt his way and proceed to drag your feet towards your bed. Situated on it comfortably in a crisscross position.

As the hothead disappears, you couldn’t help but notice how calm and reserved JJ seemed to be.

It kind of irked you in a way. Almost like he’s trying to forget the recent event that occured at the kegger, as if forcing it out of his mind by running into your arms like he normally did when something minor inconveniences him. But this was no minor inconvenience, and you hoped to remind JJ of that.

“We need to talk..” His voice snaps you out of your thoughts. Brows sloped downwards in a serious expression and the usual flirtatious smile had drawn into a hard line across his face. JJ lazily lays himself on your bed, fingers running through his damp locks. You nodded slowly.

“Uh- yes, yes we do” you slowly lay your back on the bed, eyes trained on the ceiling whilst JJ’s gaze was solely on you, he pulls a strand of hair between his fingers and you curved your neck to look at him.

“I had a chat with um- Cher, before she left and..” he pauses for a second, “and she was surprisingly chill- like she didn’t care at all?” Your brows furrow at his words and your mouth opens to respond but he continues.

“She didn’t know we were sneaking around, but she told me that she started feeling something for someone else a few months ago. I forgot his name but anyways-“

“-Wait JJ, Cher said this?” You asked baffled, sitting up against your elbows to get a better view of JJ.

“Yeah and like- she apologised for reacting the way she did in front of everyone, even though i told her she had every right to react the way she did, but all she said was that she didn’t feel like she had the right after emotionally cheating on me months prior to the time we hooked up” JJ spoke so quickly that you almost missed half the words that passed his lips.

You were more confused than before and the blond sensed that by the expression you displayed. “Basically what i’m trying to say is, Cher has had feelings for someone else for a long ass while now.”

Your eyes widened and your mouth agape as you tried to examine JJ’s reaction to the matter, a tongue darting out to lick his lips before smiling widely, showing off his cute dimples.

You blink once, twice. Simply trying to comprehend why Cher reacted the way she did, and why JJ doesn’t seem slightly bothered by his ex girlfriend practically being in love with someone else while she was with him. Even way before you and JJ bumped into each other that first night.

“I know you’re confused by all this so let me explain” JJ swiftly moves to hover above you, hips between your legs and forcing you to lie on your back. “I know what we did was wrong and not in a million years would I have ever thought of cheating but..” he trails off, eyes darting to your lips before he brings it back up to yours.

“I- I’ve fancied you for as long as i can remember, and obviously I didn’t know you- but i thought you were cute! And that night, i was just so lost in the moment that i-“

You interrupted his rambling by grabbing the back of his head and attaching your lips with his. You pull apart and take shaky, shallow breaths, staring into each other’s eyes adoringly just like the first night you kissed.

Unable to contain yourselves anymore JJ holds your head in his hands and pulls you into a passionate kiss. Your hands work their way around his body, feeling each muscle tense with every touch. But before things could get any further, you place your hands on his chest, beckoning him to stop.

“JJ I like you too.. but-“

“Hey, no buts okay? Cher and i are okay now, and i like you-“

“Okay i get that, but we still shouldn’t have done what we did to Cher and i‘m scared you’d do the same to me” you sighed and turned your head to look off to the side. JJ places a finger on your chin to bring your attention back on him.

“I know babe and I’m sorry okay? I'm sorry to Cher and I’m sorry for bringing you into it, but i fucking promise i would never do that to you. It was just different with you, like i felt like i couldn’t be myself around Cher but with you.. I’m not ashamed of being whoever i wanna be.” JJ leans down, resting his forehead on yours.

“If you let me.. i would love to be yours. I’ll be a better man and I promise to take good care of you, always” He says in barely more than a whisper.

You stared deep into his ocean eyes and cupped his cheek that was slowly turning red. His warm breath ghosted across your face. JJ fluttered his eyes shut in anticipation and stifled a surprised gasp as your soft lips captured his.

The heat travels through his veins, warming him entirely just as you felt a rush of euphoric bliss envelop you, making your heart sing with pure joy. JJ drew away and you huff in annoyance, a small pout making its way onto your face.

“I’m gonna take that as a yes?”

“It’s a definite yes, you goof”

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[reidrco]

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𝗽𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴: tommy shelby x reader

𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀: none except a few swear words.

𝗮𝘂𝘁𝗵𝗼𝗿‘𝘀 𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗲: this was requested some weeks ago and i had so much fun writing it, but i still don’t really like it lmao!! BUT i hope y’all like and enjoy reading it! i kinda tried to make it similar to the family meeting in the last episode of season five, but it’s still different :) sorry for any mistakes i made!

You pushed the door to the Garrison open and stepped inside the warm building, taking off your soaking wet coat immediately. It was raining like crazy outside, the cold wind leaving goosebumps all over your body. Your plan for today had been to stay at home the entire day, read a novel and drink tea, but Tommy had called for an important family meeting in the famous pub.

You knew he wouldn‘t have been mad if you hadn‘t showed up, but the relationship with his family wasn‘t the best at the moment which was why you wanted to be by his side and support him.

“I‘m never going outside again. This weather is disgusting,” you complained and walked towards your husband who stood by the fireplace, his back facing you. He turned around straightaway, relieved to see you had decided to join the family meeting. Even though he didn‘t want to show it, you could see his tensed muscles relaxing as he saw your beautiful face.

Nobody else had arrived yet, giving the two of you some alone time for a few minutes. Tommy pressed a gentle kiss on your forehead before he wrapped his arms around you, pulling your body closer to his.

“You didn‘t have to come,” he reminded you and closed his eyes for a brief moment.

“But I wanted to,” you answered with a loving smile and placed your hands on his strong shoulders, looking into his blue eyes. Tommy leaned his forehead against yours, the two of you stayed silent for a few minutes, enjoying each other‘s presence in silence.

You hadn‘t spent a lot of times with Tommy the past weeks, you had been busy traying horses every day while he had stayed in his office until sunrise. Business was stressful these days and claimed all your free time which was why you treasured little moments like this the most.

“I love you,” you whispered, a huge smile, one you rarely got to see, appearing on your husband‘s face as these three words left your mouth. Even after all the years the two of you had been together, hearing you say these three magical words made his heart skip a beat.

“I‘m glad you‘re here,” Tommy confessed and left a quick kiss on your soft lips before the door opened and the rest of the Shelby family entered the pub. Sighingly you pulled away from Tommy, already missing his warm embrace, and waved at Polly who greeted you with her beautiful smile. 

“Hello, lovebirds,” she grinned at the two of you and took a seat at the table, lightning a cigarette between her red lips. Tommy ignored her teasing nickname and drew his attention back to you, reaching out to interwine his fingers with yours.

You squeezed his hand slightly as you suddenly noticed the blonde American goddess, Gina, stepping inside the pub with her husband. You couldn‘t help but roll your eyes, already annoyed by her unnecessary presence.

Gina and you haven‘t had the best start. Michael had introtuced you to her at the latest family dinner, but you had been a tiny bit tipsy already and unable to control the words leaving your mouth. You had apologised for calling her Michael‘s exclusive whore a hundred times, but Gina was stubborn like crazy. She had let you feel her anger every time your paths crossed and you were sure she would do so today again.

You watched the rest of the family sitting down at the table as well, greeting everyone with a kind smile. Well except Gina and Michael, but they didn‘t seem to care anyway.

“Ignore them,” Tommy whispered in your ear, bringing you back to reality with a kiss on your cheek. You simply notted and sat down on the chair next to Polly, focusing on your husband.

“First of all, thank you for coming,” Tommy said truthfully and forced himself to put a weak smile on his lips which caused Polly to raise an eyebrow and chuckle clearly amused by his action. You nudged her softly with your elbow, but couldn‘t hide your grin either.

Your husband cleared his throat, fishing for his cigarettes in his pocket impatiently while looking through the little growd of people at the table in front of him.

“Also, Congratulation to Michael and Gina,” he continued speaking, “They‘re expecting their first child.”

Everyone started clapping and cheering, yelling their congratulations at the married couple excitedly. Tommy had told you about Gina‘s pregnancy already which was why you weren‘t really surprised, a part of you feeling bad for the unborn child who would be raised by these two egoists.

“Well, thank you very much, Thomas,” the American woman put her most beautiful fake smile on, placing her hand on top of Michael‘s on the wooden table, “It‘s not like you‘ll ever get to see my baby anyway, but we really appreciate your… uncommon kindness.”

You couldn‘t help but roll your eyes at her provocating answer, but your husband didn‘t seem to be bothered by it, but Polly definitely was.

“What do you mean?” she asked confused, her eyes fixed on her son who exhaled the air in his lungs sharply, feeling very uncomfortable.

“Michael and I are taking the baby to America,” Gina explained before her husband had the chance to say a single word, “And the family business too.“

Everyone in the room stared at the young woman speechlessly, unable to believe anything she had just said. You nearly choked on your own saliva as you realised what Gina was trying to say in that moment. 

This had to be a bad joke. A very bad one.

You didn‘t dare to look at Tommy, because you knew he wouldn‘t say anything right away even though his anger was probably exploding inside him. Gina looked at all the confused faces around the table, still wearing the lovely fake smile on her red lips.

“Oh, you didn‘t tell them yet, honey?” she acted surprised, looking back at her husband and pretending to be disappointed. Michael‘s eyes met her‘s, silently begging her to stop. He was clearly uncomfortable.

“I mean... you can tell them now, right? Since everyone is here today,” she suggested and leaned back in her chair, waiting for her husband to say something. You drew your attention to Tommy who hadn‘t said a word and still managed to stay calm, his blue eyes fixed on Michael.

Polly‘s once innocent son cleared his throat and got up from his chair, taking a deep breathe.

“Tommy,” he started nervously, “I came up with a plan to expand the family business in America. It‘s clear that this company needs to be restructured and I‘d like to take it in my own hands. With the help of my wife and her family obviously.”

You couldn‘t hold back a sarcastic laugh and rolled your eyes clearly annoyed by Michael‘s proposal, gaining everyone‘s attention in seconds, but they all stayed silent.

“I didn‘t know you and your lovely wife were in a position to suggest business plans after losing thousands of dollars in the States, but of course, Michael, go on. We have a lot of trust in you after all, don‘t we?” unlike your husband, you couldn‘t stay very calm when someone got on your nerves. Especially not when that someone was Michael. Or Gina.

Polly‘s son looked at you slightly taken aback, not knowing what to say for a brief second before he collected himself and continued talking.

“I already talked to men from Detroit and New York who would be interested in the Opium we‘re going to ship to America from now on and they would love to make a deal with me. This could be our main source of money every month,” he said with a lot of confidence he had surprisingly gained in the past seconds.

“Nearly twenty million dollar. Every month,” his wife added proudly, “More money your dirty hands have ever touched and all you have to do is sit back and let us do the work.“

Impatiently you looked at your husband who didn‘t seem very impressed, waiting for him to finally say something and stop their talking about their absurd wish. But he stayed silent, his eyes traveling around the room. It was clear that he wasn‘t very interested in this topic.

“Since Michael has finished his wonderful speech now, I‘d like to explain our next steps regarding-...,” Tommy finally spoke but didn‘t get to finish his sentence because of Michael who interrupted him unpolitely.

“This is your opportunity to take a break, buy a house by the sea and horses you can train,” he tried his very best to convince Thomas and everyone else in the room from his terrible plan.

“Everyone with a working brain wouldn‘t say no to such an offer, but it‘s hard to think logically when you come from a family with no education, isn‘t it?” Gina smiled at your husband innocently, knowning exactly how provocating her words were, but you wouldn‘t listen to her voice another second.

You rose from your seat and walked over to where Michael‘s wife was sitting, crossing your arms in front of your chest as you looked down into her eyes, but Tommy started talking again before you could say anything.

“You had your chance, Michael, and you fucked up. Nobody asked for your opinion, nobody wanted to hear anything about your plan, because nobody cares about the shit that comes out of your mouth. I‘m the fucking boss and if you think you‘re the fucking king of the castle here, please, do all of us a favour and fuck off to America,” his voice was calm, but you could see the anger burning in his eyes.

“Same goes for you, Blondie, and if you haven‘t left this fucking pub in the next two minutes I will drag you outside by your cheap pearl earings,” your attention was back on Gina now. “Oh and maybe someone in America will teach you in which situations you better keep your mouth shut.”

In this moment you wished you could kill her with your bare hands or at least slap her in the face, but you didn‘t, turning around and walking towards your husband instead. Not a single family member dared to say anything while waiting for the disliked couple to leave.

Tommy wrapped his arm around your shoulders and pulled you closer to him, pressing a loving kiss on your forehead. He didn’t know why but he loved it when you put other people in their place, making him feel proud. A part of him thought it was extremely sexy and he wished he could take you right there on the table, but for now he had to stop getting distracted by his unholy thoughts.

His cousin and Gina still didn‘t move and hoped for support from Polly or maybe even Finn, but they only gained disappointed and annoyed glances. They slowly started to realise that nobody wanted to have them at this meeting.

Tommy cleared his throat and looked down on the expensive watch which he had taken out of his pocket, raising an eyebrow. One minute had almost past.

“Go, Michael. We‘ll talk later,” you could hear the anger Polly felt in her voice as she spoke, wanting this embarassing situation to end. And even after all Michael wouldn‘t disobey his mother, nodding slightly and taking his wife‘s hand in his. He ignored her protests completely as he dragged her in the direction of the door. Somehow he would change his family‘s minds, but obviously not today.

“For fuck‘s sake, Gina, was that really necessary?” he hissed angrily before slamming the door shut after they had stepped outside. A relieved sigh left your mouth when they had finally left.

“Would anyone else like to tell me what to do or may I talk now?” your husband asked clearly annoyed, but nobody was brave enough to answer him. Tommy continued talking after a short moment of silence, explaining his family the reason for this meeting.

You were glad Michael and Gina were gone now, not missing their presence at all, but you knew Michael‘s plan wasn‘t off the table for him yet and he would continue being a pain in the ass along with the blonde goddess by his side.

𝘁𝗮𝗴 𝗹𝗶𝘀𝘁: @captivatedbycillianmurphy @sweetgoodangel

#tommy shelby #thomas shelby #tommy shelby x y/n #tommy shelby x you #tommy shelby x reader #peaky blinder fanfic #peaky blinders #peaky blinders x reader #peaky blinder imagine

[kendallroydefender]

Welcome to Hawkins Hell (Hopper x reader) Part 3.

You stayed in the car while Hopper went to his officers. The scene unfolded in front of you - you saw the bag they carried the body’s in, Hopper looking at the inside of said bag, closing his eyes for a second, nodding while taking a deep breath, then you saw the kids. It felt like seconds and hours passed at the same time but the blazer door opened and Hopper sat down. You quickly wiped a tear away. "I- I have to tell Joyce.“ he stated voice flat, you nodded "I‘m sorry.“ you said low "I- I have to take you with me. I am sorry.“ he said looking straight ahead "Hop it’s okay.“ you put your hand on his arm giving it a light squeeze, he looked at you and you saw the pain he felt having to reliving the death of a young child. He laid his hand on your one on his arm for a second before he drove off. You stayed in the car again as he told Joyce. A few minutes into the car drive he cleared his throat "I‘m sorry I couldn’t drive you home before... all of this..“ "Hey Hopper none of this is your fault." You contemplated what you wanted to say next "You don’t have to be alone tonight- if you want to we can get a beer or something.“ it was silent for a moment but before he could say something you spoke up again "It’s a stupid idea you don’t have to-" "I would like that.“ he said simply before clearing his throat again "Thank you. Uhm my place looks like shit to be honest..." "it’s okay for me but if you rather want to go to my place that’s also okay." You offered. You ended up driving to your place "Won’t your neighbors talk if my car is in front of the house the whole night?“ you opened the door "Hop I don’t give a fuck.“ inside you two sat on your couch drinking a few beers you had in the fridge and talked, he opened up about his past a little and so did you. Around two am you two you looked over at him seeing that he had fallen asleep you smiled, reaching for a blanket to gently place over him. You went to bed but left the door to the living room open. Hearing his snores coming softly into your room surprisingly calmed you down and for the first time since the incident you slept better - that was until the dreams came back to you - began to run and run trough dark woods trying to escape, the faceless thing running close behind you when someone touched your shoulder and you woke up staring in Hoppers blue eyes that were filled with worry "Hey, hey it was just a dream. You’re okay, I got you.“ he said softly wrapping his arms around your frame. You buried your face in his chest and tried not to cry but it didn’t helped, tears running down your face. He patted your hair softly, and you pulled away slightly as he gave you a sympathetic smile "I‘m sorry.“ you said wiping your cheeks "You don’t need to apologize. We all have bad dreams sometimes.“ you nodded but looked down "Do you get these often?“ he asked, voice soft but concerned and his hands still on your upper arms "Yes. They started- they started after... that night.“ he nodded understanding motioning for you to scoot over, as you did he leaned against your headboard his arm still wrapped around your shoulders so that you were automatically cuddled up next to him. The butterflies in your stomach came back after you calmed down again, now aware of the position you found yourself in. He started to draw circles on your shoulder. "You know you can always call right?“ he said, voice low before adding "If something like this happens again.“ you looked up at him for a moment before nodding "Thank you.“ you cleared your throat "You too... If you need someone to talk or just some company.“ you gave his hand a squeeze, before closing your eyes and leaning more into him. Slowly you drifted off to sleep.

Hopper woke up in the morning, looking over at the clock on your nightstand he saw that he had to get up. Shifting slightly he heard you grumble something wrapping your arm tighter around his stomach, it made him smile. "Hey Y/n.“ he almost whispered as you opened your eyes a little "I have to get up now, I pick you up at 4.“ he pushed a strand of hair out of your face, Hand lingering for a second and you nodded "Okay, take care.“ you mumbled, sleep still evident in your voice "I will.“ he smiled and got up, pushing the blanket back over your body. On his way out of your apartment he thought about how he would usually leave the bed of a woman without waking her up, disappearing in the morning to most likely never talk to her again. Today it felt different, it felt domestic and left him with a warm feeling in his chest, wondering what it would be like if that was his life, waking up with you next to him. It came surprisingly easy to him. As he arrived at his car he noticed how smitten he already were "Shit.“ he muttered starting the blazer.

You on the other hand couldn’t fall back asleep again, the side where Hopper had slept was still warm, you grazed the fabric with your hand, shuffling closer to where he had laid. His scent was still there and it made your heart beat faster. Charlottes words came to your mind once again - there was no way that he had feelings for you. That just couldn’t be true, he would never fall for someone like you, he was known to be more the type for one night stands not long term relationships.

You’ve decided to take a shower and start your day to try to get him off your mind.

At exactly four there was a knock on the door and Hopper was standing in the hall to your apartment. But he wasn’t in his police uniform instead he was wearing a blue flannel and jeans. "Hey look at you." You grinned and he chuckled "I have to be somewhere after I drop you off." Your smile faltered a little, wich wasn’t unnoticed by the Chief, "Oh who’s the lucky lady?“ you tried to chirp your voice sounding a little more disappointed than you wanted it to "What? Oh no, no I’m not going on a date - it’s a job thing.“ he scratched his neck before adding "I tell you everything in the car.“

"Hop that’s crazy...“ you said once he told you everything, after everything the last few happened a fake dead body of a missing child was more believable than monsters "You don’t have to believe me but-" "I do believe you.“ he looked at you checking if you were joking but your eyes only held honesty "If you think there’s something going on you should look into it. For the town and Joyce, she deserve to know what really happened. And you are the chief of police after all.“ the car came to an halt infront of your workplace "Its really good talking to you." Hopper said looking at his hands before adverting his gaze towards you "Always.“ You said, hesitating for a moment before you leaned towards him pressing a small kiss on his cheek before turning to get out of the car "Oh and Jim? Please be careful.“

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#hopper imagine #stranger things #jim hopper imagine #hopper x reader #jim hopper x reader

[resslawx]

Since I‘m on my way to vacation right now - and stuck in a train for some hours - I thought I‘d post part 2 of the keenler oneshot now. Thanks a lot for all the kind messages! :D

Again, I‘m sorry for any mistakes.

[Keenler oneshot pt. 2] - pt. 1:

Some minutes later the agents quietly left the room. When the door was closed behind them, Liz let out a relieved sigh. “Thank you so much.. Honestly, I don’t know how long it would’ve taken me to get her back to sleep if it wasn’t for you.”

“Nah, c’mon. In time, you would’ve gotten the idea yourself. Or another.” Ressler answered, shrugging his shoulders.

“Maybe sometime, yes. But this isn’t just about your idea with the cave and you know that.” She took some steps towards him, looking directly into his eyes. “You matter a great deal to Agnes, she relies a lot on you. Her getting calm once you’ve had picked her up proved that once more. No one else would’ve been able to have such an influence on her as you did.”

Now it was his turn to be glad - again. Feeling needed when it came to these two was something that always lightened up his mood, no matter how bad life was.

“Looks like I’m not only your tiny island of calm, huh?”

“It’s the genetics” Liz grinned, but it didn’t last long. Donald Resslers damn smile made her knees wobbly. Besides, that smile was hidden so often - behind his serious work attitude, his grumpy mood when Reddington got on his nerves - especially when he exposed him in front of everyone - or the feeling he never wanted to admit, but Liz know he felt way too often. They both did.

Loneliness.

And now he offered her that wide, honest smile for once. She couldn’t let that down by making jokes.

Without thinking, Liz gently cupped his cheeks with her hands, keeping her soft but serious voice.

“No, seriously... You shouldn’t wonder that you’re not only my safe place. It’s obvious that you’re good for those who are around you and everyone who says otherwise just doesn’t know you well enough. Stop screwing down your value - I mean it.”

Ressler didn’t miss the intensity in her eyes when she spoke those words. His lips slightly parted while he was taking in her expression, looking at her lips longer than ever. With her hands on his cheeks, it was impossible for him to ignore her warmth. And with it everything he felt for her.

It’s never been easy, hell sometimes it had been damn hart. But he managed it somehow. Managed it to hide everything he felt deep down in his heart.

He always let her go - without even having her - because he believed it was best for her.

Of course Liz didn’t miss her partners look on her lips either. She almost thought she saw something longing in it.

But could that really be for her..? Or was it just his general desire?

She knew Ressler hardly had anyone who gave him the appreciation he deserved. Who showed him what it meant to get love and affection.

Someone to go home to.

As far as she knew, Hannah was the last woman on his side - and it didn’t work out. So it wasn’t hard to understand that he had some desire inside him. She had it herself. It’s what the loneliness gets one into.

It was just when Ressler gently cupped her hands with his own and took them off his cheeks, Liz got ripped out of her thoughts, still looking at him.

“I will.. stay some more minutes in case Agnes wakes up again” he said, quietly clearing his throat. When she didn’t respond, he added a “unless you wanna get rid of me”, putting a light smirk on his lips again.

Avoiding the urgent need to look down, Liz simply nodded. The moment was gone - as always. But this time she felt.. disappointed. And she couldn’t tell why.

“Have a seat. I’ll put some other pillows on the couch since Agnes used most of them for her cave.”

After Liz left the room, Ressler sat down and took a deep breath. What the hell did just happen? Did he really let his feelings take control for a moment? On the one hand he was kinda mad at himself because he did let that happen but on the other hand... there was the way she looked at him. Something told him that he didn’t misunderstand her closeness, her touches - her whole presence in that moment.

But that something seemed to be so little and quiet in his head that he tried not to listen to it.

What didn’t change the fact that he couldn’t stop thinking about it. Neither when Liz put the pillows on the couch, nor when she sat down next to him, facing the TV and they watched the late night news in silence.

——

The next time Ressler opened his eyes the room was immersed in darkness. It had to be in the middle of the night.

While blinking away his tiredness, he tried to figure out his surroundings. His body demonstrated against his waking up since he still had to catch up on a bunch of sleep.

As he became more awake, he noticed a weight on his chest.

It was her.

As far as he could see in the dark, they still were on the couch. But instead of sitting next to each other, he laid on his back and Liz was curled up against him, sleeping calmly while resting her head on his chest. One of his arms was gently put around her back, holding her close. They must’ve fallen asleep while they waited for Agnes to wake up again. Since their week was pretty rough it didn’t really surprise him.

Resslers eyes got more used to the darkness with every minute, so he continued watching his partner sleeping on his chest. She looked not just calm, she looked almost deeply relaxed. That she was sleeping like this on his side, with everything going on in her life, confirmed her trust in him again. That she felt safe with him.

And he loved it.

He couldn’t resist touching her - she looked just too beautiful in his opinion. Besides, one of his arms was already pulled around her anyways. What difference would it make.

Stroking a strand of hair out of her face he took in her expression once more before he softly brushed his thumb over her cheek. What had this woman done to him? For years now he felt the urgent need to protect her, keep her safe and just be there for her when she needed it.

There were so many little things about her that hardly anyone saw because they were hidden behind her serious, yet sometimes cold blooded attitude, she had go used to since Reddington walked into her life. Well, especially since Toms death.

At the time all of it had just begun, so Liz didn’t know much about Reddingtons presence in her life but Ressler and her had already gotten closer, she showed him so much of herself. Evenings like the one they had spent together on her birthday became kind of a ritual. Dinner in the office, takeout at one of their apartments (usually at his since she had mostly lived in a motel room that time) or evening walks after work when there was too much on her mind again and they both needed some fresh air. One or two times, they had even watched a movie together. No matter how weird that state of their almost-nothing-knowing-relationship with Reddington was.. Ressler had really loved that time. Because he and his partner had gotten closer and with that they both had something that kept them balanced. That saved them from feeling lonely many times. Besides, he had learned a lot about her then. Personal things. Her taste in food and movies, her favorite spots to go to when she needed to be alone with her thoughts, what were characteristics she had most likely inherited from Sam.. sometimes if felt to him like as if he was the only person that knew about those certain things.

Even if they hadn’t been the closest friends back then, they built up a strong bond which somehow never ended. It even survived the time she was on the run, the time she faked her death and so many others. Times where they hurt each other.

Meanwhile, she wasn’t as vulnerable anymore. Liz had become a strong woman, who seemed as if she wouldn’t need anyone in her life. He knew that wasn’t the case but the only chance for someone to get that, she had to let you see her weaknesses. Let you look behind the surface. She rarely did to anyone - but to him. Especially in the past two years she allowed him more and more to see her struggles again. Not only by telling him but also by showing him. And every time she did, he felt honored.

Because even if he didn’t want to admit it he knew he loved her.

“Hey..”

Her sleepy voice brought him back to reality. He blinked, still looking at her. Eyes not longer closed she looked up at him, her blue eyes piercing his own as always even though he couldn’t see their color in the darkness.

It was just when his gaze was finally able to move away from her eyes again that he realized he was still stroking her cheek with his thumb. He must’ve continued his gesture while his mind drifted off.

“I-I’m sorry..” he mumbled, his voice all rough from the sleep.

One could tell Liz got goosebumps at the sound of his unfamiliar tone.

Already starting to pull his hand away, she stopped him by cupping his hand with her own, holding it to her cheek. It was the same movement Ressler had done some hours ago, with the difference that Liz wasn’t about to get him away from her.

“Don’t be..” she whispered, earning a surprised and deep look from her partner.

After some seconds had passed he got her message and brought up his other hand as well to run it softly through her hair, getting a bit more confident in touching her.

Not daring to move and risk to destroy the moment Liz simply watched him.

A thin strip of moonlight came through the window and met the freckles that adorned his face. She had always liked how unique her partner looked with them but she had never adored them more than she did in this moment. Locking her eyes into his again, she took in the way he looked at her. And there was it.

There was the longing she already thought she had seen earlier that day. But this time, she was sure. It was there and even if she couldn’t know if that’s the case, she started to believe that it truly was for her. Not just for any kind of fulfilling his desires, no, for her.

But she wanted proof.

Without thinking, Liz grabbed his collar to pull him closer while she popped herself up on one elbow, bringing his lips to hers.

Ressler shivered slightly as her lips met his and she kissed him. His body reacted reflexively, wrapping his arms around her while he responded to the kiss as soft as he could. His mind wasn’t nearly as fast but it didn’t matter. It didn’t matter since his body brought up the only reaction he wanted to show her, the one that was shamelessly true.

Their kiss deepened and got more passionate but it still was soft and careful in a special way. Liz could feel his strong arms holding her just as tight as they did the night she told him that he was her tiny island of calm. But this time it was even more intimate.

Loosening her hand from his collar she slowly wandered to his hair, going through it. Since he hadn’t done his hair much after she called him, there was rarely any hair gel left. It felt way softer than she imagined so she kept going, earning a quiet moan from her partner.

This time it was her who shivered.

Breathing heavily they broke apart some minutes later and Ressler watched her with a whole thunderstorm showing in his eyes.

“L..Liz I-“ he stammered but was interrupted by her.

“Shh, don’t overthink it.”

He swallowed, his voice only a whisper.

“I guess right now I’m not able to think at all..”

Liz smiled and placed a light kiss on his cheek before she sat up. He immediately missed her warmth.

“Come on, we both deserve a good sleep and that in a real bed”

Was this a dream? All of this had to be a dream. He simply couldn’t believe who was now standing in front of him, holding out her hand. She was waiting for him - an image he never dared to dream of.

Still being overwhelmed, Ressler took her hand and silently followed her into the bedroom.

When they laid down Liz cuddled into him and placed her head on his chest once more. She didn’t really know what would happen once they woke up but she didn’t feared it either.

Because this was Donald Ressler. Her partner, her friend, her tiny island of calm. And she trusted him.

“Good night Liz” a soft voice whispered, stroking her back.

“Good night knucklehead”

And even if she couldn’t see it, she knew there was a smile on his lips.

That damn smile which made her fall in love again.

#keenler #the blacklist #donald ressler #elizabeth keen #fanfic

[minjoonie-song]

0:00 “Hello! Welcome to Minjoon’s Kitchen.” “Who’s fucking kitchen?” Brandon’s voice off camera startled a laugh out of Minjoon, loud and squeaky; and that was it for the theme of the live. “Welcome to uh... Welcome to Minjoon in a kitchen.” “Welcome to not Minjoon’s Kitchen.” Brandon added, finally coming into view. “Welcome not Minjoon to Minjoon’s Kitchen, not in Minjoon’s kitchen.” “Featuring Minjoon.” “Welcome to Brandon’s kitchen!” “Welcome to Brandon is trying to get his car home because she’s parked in fucking central LA after we went for brunch and had so many mimosas that I legally wasn’t allowed to drive us home.” “Hi MTV. Welcome to Brandon’s crib.” “Look mom! I‘m on MTV and I didn’t have to be 16 and pregnant to do it!” The pair started cackling again, uncontrollably hysterical in their inebriated states. 8:14

“You should make that a thing.” ”What?” ”Not Minjoon’s Kitchen. Once a month you just show up at a random fans house, streaming and giving them no time to prepare for you to cook whatever they have in their house.” ”Absolutely not. You know I like to be organised when cooking.” ”You’re literally squinting at lettuce in the fridge, I think you’re past that.” ”That’s lettuce?” “Oh my god, Minjoon. You can’t cook like this.” “I can’t see properly. I don’t know where my glasses are.” “This is going to be the most disappointing episode of your show ever and it’s live. We can’t cook, it’s gonna be dangerous and messy.” “In the words of the awesome Jake Peralta. Title of your sex tape.” “Oh my god. No, mine would be called uhh.. Put that thing back where it came from or so help me.” “Nope. I already claimed that for mine.” “Joonie! I hate the accuracy.” The laughing continued, even as the pair complained that they couldn’t breathe.

18:58

After they’d finally calmed down they took the camera with them to the couch, after the executive decision that the pair were definitely in no state to try to actually cook anything and a too large order of pizza. “We have like half an hour to kill. What are we going to do now?” “Remember when I asked for a Q&A way back in the past when I thought I’d be sober at four in the afternoon? We’ll do that and then I guess I’m writing a formal apology on my notes app to anyone who was hungry and eager to learn. Just like a real celebrity.” Minjoon fished around in his pockets for his phone, handing it to Brandon once it was unlocked so he could read it aloud. “I just figured out the greeting. Welcome to the last ever episode of Minjoon’s Kitchen.” “My biggest mistake this time was too much Minjoon and not enough kitchen. Some people come just to see my organised spice rack.” “You’ve both upgraded and downgraded to Brandon’s Couch.” “Love it. I’ve re-branded. Put it on a T-shirt. Every episode I’m just going to show you how to order different pizzas. We’re a podcast now.” “You’re a dumbass. Alright! Let’s see what we got. Minjoon.. What is your favorite thing to cook?”  “Everyone I see with how hot I am.” The laughter started up once more, even despite their previous attempts to calm down. “I fucking told you! I knew you’d get that one.” “You owe me $50 for saying it!” “I’ll buy all the pizza you just ordered, how about that?” “Catch me outside?” “Stop! How have you made it this far in life as a meme?” “I wasn’t always like this, it’s part of my rebrand. Brandon’s Couch: Meme edition.” “I can’t believe we failed cooking and now we’re already failing the Q&A.” “No! No, I got this. My favourite thing at the moment.. I love making risotto. Mostly because I get to eat it afterwards and I love eating risotto but yeah! That’s my favourite right now.” “I don’t think that’s really answering.” “It’s my answer. This is still not Minjoon’s Kitchen featuring Minjoon for this last episode. Shh. Next question!” “This one asks if there is anything in particular that gets me inspired for designs? Yes! I love art so as soon as my bank account hits below a mil, I’m like.. Shit! Gotta doodle. No, I find inspiration everywhere. Sometimes it’s just a particular mood I’m in, sometimes I’ll see a net curtain blowing a particular way in a breeze and design an entire dress from how it falls. Sometimes I’ll see a colour that I’ll want to make an entire wardrobe out of. I’ve been painting a lot recently, not designs just.. things I like and I’ve been able to work from those. Gross, I know but yeah. Inspiration is everywhere. Disgusting. Unacceptable. I refuse to be inspired again that was too mushy.”

23:37

The boys were a giggly mess. Almost everything bringing them to hysterics even if it was just something said with the smallest hint of sarcasm, they were grabbing onto the couch and each other’s arms for support as they hiccuped their way through another bout of laughter. “Anyway! Next question is top 5 celebrity chefs. Mine of course is Joonbug and that’s it. Wait, no that dude from that thing we saw in England. Gordon’s friend.” “Oh! With the road trip?” “Yeah, the really funny one.” “I loved that. Mine is obviously Chef Ramsay, Remy.. Gotta give my boy a shout out. Chef Baek Jong-won. Oh! The um.. I discovered that dude during fashion week in London that time. The sciencey one. Hus.. Hes..? I don’t remember his actual name but he made some amazing things. I was in awe. I’m also throwing in whoever invented bulgogi. That’s my top five. I actually met Chef Ramsay recently!” “You did! You called me after. How was it meeting your hero?” “Oh, I cried. Like a big baby. Ugly sobbing and lots of I love yous in the middle of a cupcake shop.” “Classic Minjoon behaviour.” “He signed my T-shirt and I cried some more. I would have proposed through my tears but I was crying too much. Like the shaky inhale, full on breakdown kind of crying? I can’t even be embarrassed because he still talked to me.” “You’re a baby!” “I am a baby! 달콤한 아기. That’s what my eomma and momma call me and then they pinch my cheekies.” “Cute! Ooh! How does it feel.. no, fuck. That’s not.. shut your face. I can read. How does performing feel on stage versus cooking on camera? How did it feel being on stage?” “I refuse to acknowledge what that means. Stage? What stage?” “They’re talking about your big, gay musical re-enactment of your love for me.” “I wish I could use memes like in real life? Just the I do not see meme but my face. Honestly though? It’s different because I can cook. This mess obviously doesn’t count but I can edit everything I post and I know what I’m doing? I’m confident when I’m cooking. I know what I can and can’t do. Being on stage was just.. I was terrified. It was terrifying. I had fun though and I did work hard. Like.. I decided last minute and I had to learn choreo and remember lyrics to things I wrote years ago. I was scared I’d trip up and face plant the whole time. Like the entire time. I wanted to be included though and I couldn’t go to the festival because it was terrifying being around so many people. I just kind of listened from the side lines but it sounded good and you said you had lots of fun being up there.” “I did. You know me though. I’m that one line from that Mike Posner song about needing everyone’s eyes just to feel seen.” “Woah. Hashtag deep.” “Oh my god. You’re ridiculous.” “I did need the entire weekend to recover though. It’s.. it’s a lot to open yourself up like that.” “You mean serenading the town with love songs about me?” “You suck so bad.” “Is that how you talk to the former love of your life?” Minjoon snorted, slapping at Brandon’s arm. “You were so in love with me. It’s my greatest achievement, you know? I put it on my resume under my skills. Has given Minjoon boners.” The reaction was instant, Brandon’s loud laugh failing to cover Joonie’s shriek that soon turned into a laugh but even his amusement couldn’t mask how red he’d gotten. “No! I hate it here! You suck so bad! So bad! I can never show my face in public or make eye contact with another human being ever again!” “It’s a good job I put the age restriction thingy on this stream. I knew I’d be a fucking menace after the second drink.” “You’re not a menace! You’re a gremlin! God, end the stream before you really do end my YouTube career. Goodbye everyone! I’m gonna go eat my body weight in pizza and become a cave hermit.” “Bye little Joonie fans! Sorry about the.. Fuck it, I’m not sorry about anything. Peace out, bitches!”

#thanks for sending in questions #anon;; #Para: ft. Brandon

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Can I put my head on your shoulder? | jjk

⇁ pairing: best friend!Jungkook x reader

⇁ genre: a tiny bit of angst (?), fluff

⇁ word count: 3k

⇁ summary: Jungkook has been your best friend and crush since kindergarden. So when he gets dumped, you‘re his shoulder to cry on.

⇁ warnings: lots of tears, Jungkook got his heart broken, feeling guilty, they‘re adults but they act like teenagers ugh, kissing (I know right? Ew), the author trying to be funny and failing

⇁ A/N: this is my first fanfiction here on this blog, so I really hope I didn‘t disappoint! (I also don‘t think there should be any problems with the time tenses but if there are, I‘m sorry!) Thank you for reading, enjoy :)

You were deep down in your slumber, dreaming about the greatest things, when at about 2.30 am your phone started to ring loudly and disturb your sleep. You, thinking that it would be your set alarm in the morning to wake you up for your part time job at a café, automatically went to shut off the obnoxiously loud ringtone. But slowly you realized that in fact, it was the weekend and your phone usually wasn’t supposed to wake you up on these special two days because you allowed yourself to recollect the sleep that you had lost over the previous week. With a fuzzy look on your display you saw Jungkook’s name shining into your face, letting you know that his calling was the reason for the disturbance of precious sleep. As you picked the phone up, planning to ask for the matter of a call this late at night, your voice still drunk on sleep, he announced his presence with loud sobs, seemingly hiding his face behind his sleeves to cover them up, causing your heart to wrench.

„C-an you— can we meet up?“ he almost shyly asked you, his voice tight and shaky. You never thought you could wake up from your dreamland as quick as you just did. Your immediate instinct was to ask him if he‘s fine, if he‘s hurt.

„Kind of, yeah.“ That was all it took for you to know what was up. You told him to meet you at the playground you used to meet up almost everyday when you were younger, ever since kindergarden. It‘s not a far walk from both of your places and you knew that at this time, you‘d surely get the much needed privacy due to the absence of all the kids and their parents.

This is where you were sitting on a bench now, looking at the trees across from you, behind the sand and the slide, everything dunked in the dark of the night. Jungkook was hunched over next to you, hiding behind his arms and crying into his long sleeved plaid shirt. It‘s probably much too cold, the way he‘s dressed. After all, it was a winter night. At least you assumed this from the way he was shaking, even though it could be reasoned with his heavy crying as well.

When you arrived, he looked at you with red eyes and tear stains on his cheeks, seeming like he‘d break down again right in front of you. You simultaneously went in for a hug, tight and warm. He had stuttered a few words into your ear, along the lines of „how could she— she just..“

After that you didn’t need him to explain much more, you already figured out that it has to be the thing that you always had anticipated for most of your teenage years.

Jungkook had been in a relationship with his highschool crush for years. When he was fifteen he bravely confessed to her after weeks of you having to repeatedly assure him that yes — she’d definitely accept his confession. After all, Jungkook was very popular, fawned over by nearly every girl in his grade. His shy demeanor and pretty face made them all melt on spot, his cute bunny smile tempting to just pinch his chubby cheeks. So of course she said yes immediately, blushing and hiding her face away from the cute boy who had turned around to where you were standing and watching on, not noticing your jealousy and throwing you a thumbs up with a big toothy grin. As his best friend all you could do was be happy for him so you regarded him with a smile and an ‚ok‘ sign.

They stuck with going on cute little dates for a long time before he had the courage to officially ask her to be his girlfriend. And that she was proudly. Well, up until just tonight. Or actually, up until she started to attend the University of her dreams overseas. After years of being highschool-sweethearts their relationship shifted after she moved away, studies keeping them both busy and time zones making it impossible to keep up with each other properly. You witnessed all this standing on the side of Jungkook, always supporting and encouraging him to initiate something romantic that will lift the spirit in their relationship up.

He had complained about this and that a few times, always very considering of her wishes and dreams like the perfect boyfriend, but soon having his fill. He‘d often wanted to visit her but as she‘d profusely and repeatedly went against it, they started fighting. She wouldn‘t want him to spend his money on her, she surely would be too busy to even spend the time with him well. He‘d gotten angry at her and she said that it wouldn‘t make much sense anymore, putting all this effort into a relationship as lost as theirs already was.

That‘s at least what Jungkook told you in the past fifteen minutes, throughout multiple times of tearing up just at the thought, before his voice finally broke and he wasn‘t able to hold his frustration back or stop his deep sobs from erupting.

As you sat next to your childhood best friend, your mind raced. This is what the thirteen year old you was waiting for all these years, having to stand by and watch your crush falling in love with another girl. Back then, when Jungkook first told you, red cheeks and shy doe eyes, you were extremely disappointed about the news of him crushing on a girl that wasn‘t you. So naturally one would think you would be glad about these news and you probably would do Jumping Jacks right about now, if it weren‘t for the circumstances. You couldn‘t exactly say it made you happy to see Jungkook hurting like this. It has been a pathetic thought of yours, the hope that he‘d be ready to fall into your awaiting arms and in love with you as soon as he‘d get out of his relationship.

You shake your head slowly, realizing your ignorance over the last years. You yourself had become great friends with Jungkook‘s girlfriend over time, often tagging along when the two of them were going to the movies or doing study groups at the library. Just hoping for their relationship to fail behind their backs was unforgivable of you and if Jungkook would know about it, he wouldn‘t be searching for comfort in you right now.

„You know... it uhm..“ you started forming your sentence without really knowing where you wanted to get with it, putting your hand on his still hunched back in a soft, comforting gesture. „It will get better.“ you decide to say after a short pause, it being the only thing you‘re sure of right now. „You will get over her, or maybe you guys will make up again?“ planting hope for a reconciliation wasn‘t exactly what your heart wants you to say, not at all.

If you‘d allow yourself your heart's will, you‘d be risking a friendship that‘s much too important for the both of you. You wouldn‘t allow yourself to ever choose that path, choosing your feelings over his in this moment would be ignorant and unfitting, you kept reminding yourself of this.

„I‘ll be there to help with that,“ you suddenly blurted out. You weren‘t sure if your mind was playing tricks on you or if you actually planted a suggestive tone into the phrase, but when Jungkook suddenly sat at full height, pushing your hand off of him with the abrupt movement and looked very much stunned over at your figure, you realized that your mind did not trick you at all.

„Wh-what do you mean by that?“ he croaked, his voice hoarse now from all the crying and talking he did. You blushed, feeling every part of your body heat up and as you retreated your hand from behind him, layed on the bench from being kicked off, you started to fumble with your open jacket. „Uhm.. I mean that I..“ you exhale. „I‘ll play video games and binge watch the star wars series with you, of course! We always do that when one of us is hurt, right? Always have, that‘s our thing!“ your nervousness clearly showed through your hectic blabbering, he picked up on it.

„Y/N.. are you sure that‘s it?“ he eyed you suspiciously. Your words just sounded to...allusive. „You sound delusional right now, what else would I mean by that?!“ you angrily replied and huffed, putting up your arms across your chest in a childish manner. Jungkook‘s lips formed a hint of a smile at that, your behavior taking away a little of his frustration. You always helped to lighten up his mood, even in his darkest moments.

„I just..“ he started, turning more towards you. He saw that you really were upset at him, which confused him even more. You rarely got defensive like this over such a small thing.

You started to get a little shaky. Why was he pushing this so much? You never made an indication of you being into him, you were sure of that. Yes, sometimes you looked a little bit too long when you two went swimming or when you sat on his bed waiting for him, just getting out of the shower because he was running late for your movie nights. But he wouldn’t have noticed, not with always being too focused on his girlfriend. Your thoughts were running wild. What if he noticed? What if he also had a crush on you?

Hope sparks in your chest at that, until — no, you remind yourself. You need to pull yourself together! Jungkook had a girlfriend until this very evening! He would‘ve never been into you, with or without a girlfriend. You're his best friend and it will never be more than that. Snap out of it!

Once again you shake your head at your thoughts, you couldn’t believe how ridiculous you were acting.

With a curious look on his face, tears long forgotten, he watched you fight with your thoughts. He placed a hand on your knee, ripping you from your train of thought. „I‘m just worried, you know. You seem upset?“ the way his voice raised towards the end made it sound more like a question and the look in his face, not red anymore but slightly puffy now, just confirmed this. Your mouth gaped at the contact he initiated. Skinship wasn't unusual for the both of you, you often hugged or bumped against each other while playing video games. But somehow his big hand on your knee seemed so intimate and his hand looked so attractive and made you all giddy. The overexcited girl in you wanted to take it into your own smaller ones, but the mature side of you knew that this would only worsen the situation.

„This isn't about me! You're hurt and I want to help, will you let this go and just allow me to do that?“ you almost pleaded, very desperate to move on from this little slip up.

He eyed you, analyzing your face and how you‘re beet red by now, deciding to drop it for a moment. „Well, alright.. but never put yourself on second thought just for me, I shouldn’t be your priority,“ he stated with a soft tone which made you want to cry. He was being the best friend he‘s supposed to be, asking you about your well being even if he‘s the one who‘s been crying the Pacific Ocean.

You felt so bad about your crush and you didn't know if it would be better left unspoken or if he‘d deserve to know. If you‘d be in his position, you can imagine that you would want to know about your best friend crushing on you. But then again, you could call yourself biased. You would want him to fall for you, after all.

„But you are my priority, Jungkook.“ What was it about your mouth today, just letting these things slip out? A decade of treasuring and hiding them away from him and now of all times, your mind decided that it‘s time to speak yourself?

Your confession made his eyes go big again, this time his mouth gaped and formed a little 'o'. This time you realized, it wasn't necessarily bad to tell the truth about your feelings. It actually felt good, finally letting somebody, especially him, know about this. You never had trusted anyone of your friends enough to keep this secret, they all would've been way too enthusiastic to tell him about the great news they have for him.

„I hope you know how important you are to me, even though we‘re just friends..“ you mumble, now back to your shy demeanor. You looked down to hide that you‘re eyes glossed over at that. You had to remind yourself in what place you belonged, you were only here to be a friend, placing little signs for him is not what you‘re supposed to do.

„I do know that, Y/N. You are to me too! I love you–” Even though Jungkook's voice was soft and adoring, you knew that he meant all this in a platonic way and you didn’t want to listen to it. You pushed his hand off of your knee and stood up.

„Please don‘t say that. Your girlfriend just broke up with you and this doesn't help the situation!“ you almost screamed at him, cringing at yourself when you turned your back on him. You’re clearly rambling and you know that you’re overreacting. All this was making you upset and you don‘t want to keep up this conversation.

„I came here because you were sad. If you don‘t feel sad anymore, I‘ll just go home.“ you state, pouting in the dark because you didn’t want to hear about how Jungkook loves you as a friend anymore.

He whispered your name, probably considering the time and place you were at, not wanting to disturb the people living around the area. „I‘m still sad, really. Please stay?“ you could hear in his voice that he more so plays it up now, but you still turned around to face him again.

He knew how to get you to stop being grumpy very well and he always used his charm to his advantage.

„If you love me, you have to hug me! Come on, Y/N! Show me how much you like me!“ he teased and the only reason why you could tell that he‘s smiling his big toothy grin, is because of his damn white teeth that are clearly shining in the far away street lights that dimly shined it‘s way over to you.

Maybe it‘s the sleep deprivation or the stressful week you just suffered trough but your mind and body really didn’t get along well tonight. Once again you ran on auto pilot, slowly walking back the little bit you went away from Jungkook, your hands fiddling with your sleeves. You stopped in front of him, he was looking up at you and his eyes widened just like they always did on multiple occasions.

Your breath stuttered as you leaned down, slowly putting your hands around his neck and kissing his puffy cheek. You retracted, staring back with eyes just as wide. He started to stutter your name but you relished in this moment, going in for another peck on the other side this time.

„I really wanna show you how much I love you but I don‘t think I can“ you murmur, knowing he would understand you because of your close proximity. Jungkook was still struggling with his words and you giggled quietly at him. Deciding to sit down next to him, you exhaled a big breath. Your nerves were on high alert, you never would’ve imagined to be as brave as you just were.

„You don‘t have to react to this,“ you start. „I didn’t plan for this to develop in any way, I just wanted to show you how I feel.“ He stayed quiet, just listened to you explain yourself. „I think there isn’t a better opportunity than this just was,“ is what you decided to end your half ass confession. You braced yourself for the worst, expected Jungkook to scream at you or tell you that you should leave him alone. But non of it ever came.

„I always kind of knew that you liked me more than friends do.“ His voice was hushed but you still heard his humor trough. „Was kind of wondering if you‘d tell me when I‘d be single again.“ He sounded so smug, you wanted to punch him.

Your mind was too fuzzy to think of a proper response. Should you laugh? Ask him if he hates you now? But before you could act on any of your instincts, he leaned in. Jungkook touched you cheek with his lips, just the lightest illusion of a kiss.

„I‘m really tired now, Y/N“ he stated. His head turned so you felt his fluffy hair graze your cheek, just where his mouth has been before.

„Can I maybe just put my head on your shoulder for a while?“ The question itself had a sense of innocence in it, he never asked you for affection as openly as he just did. The weight of his round head pressed your shoulder a little down and you couldn’t help but to rest your head atop it hair.

„Let‘s stay like this for a while, yes? We can talk about it when my voice doesn’t crack anymore like when I was in Highschool.“ Jungkook laughed at himself and you tagged along.

„But that was always so hot though“ you overly sighed to put up an act and placed your hand where your heart was.

„Stop that!“ he almost screeched because his throat was so dry and you both couldn’t keep from laughing loudly.

Silently you smile to yourself as the two of you just sit in silence. You feared talking about it, so the comfortable silence around you soothed your still shaking hands.

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