#I am deliriously excited for this win

[dramalets]

We Are Q16 photos from Dui Suthep Mountain in Chiang Mai.

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[irisintheafterglow]

hello!!! i saw your that your requests were open so i was wondering if you were able to write a hurt/comfort zoro x reader story about how the reader gets injured from a fight, but they don’t wanna be a burden so they hide it until they collapse on deck :)))

tell me that we’ll be just fine (opla!zoro x you)

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cw/tags: hurt/comfort with happy sappy ending, swearing, canon-typical violence, descriptions of blood and injury, mentions of drinking and alcohol, zoro just loves you and you worry the shit out of him

note: yassss i love hurt/comfort injury prompts (it's the innate desire to just be carried and be vulnerable and have someone care in my weakest hour and and and and) hope you like this, thank you for your request !!

likes, reblogs, and replies are always appreciated <3

“Guys, I am about to get so wasted.”

“We still have that good shit from Baratie, yeah?”

“Hiding in the back of the cellar, baby!” A loud smack rings out into the harbor as Usopp and Sanji’s hands clap together, deliriously excited after winning a scrimmage with a rival crew. Their proud vocalizations are added to by their captain and devolve into giddy skipping down the remainder of the dock as you make your way back to the ship. Zoro walks just ahead of you, glancing back every so often like he was worried you would collapse. You were planning to, but not now. Just get to the ship. Get to the ship and we’ll be fine.

“I vote Zoro for vomit duty tomorrow morning,” Nami mutters next to you, nudging your arm with her elbow. It’s a light touch but it feels like the world tilts sharply and you pray she can’t see the panic in your eyes when you try to remain upright. Despite her best efforts to remain mature and indifferent, her eyes were sparkling with self-assurance that you only saw from her when she felt a mission went well. She carries the folder of coveted Marine intelligence under one arm, her other hand holds up a bag of goodies you’d snatched from the base that would make good money down the line. “Plus, it gives us some time to take our share of this stuff. Nice finds, by the way. I’m impressed.” 

“Thanks. I learned from the best,” you reply, relief flooding you when she turns back to watch her idiot crewmates and not further inspect the limp in your step. Zoro’s eyes meet yours over his shoulder and you give him a strained smile, well aware that you probably looked like you’d crawled out of hell. When he turns away again, you exhale with great difficulty, fighting off another wave of nausea that threatens to send you stumbling into the water. It’s just a flesh wound, you figure. No need to halt their celebration just because you got a silly cut. “What’s your first pick out of the bag?”

“There’s a pretty little jeweled chalice I was looking at,” she says casually. The waning afternoon sun makes her hair look like a fire, bright and warm. “We could scrape off the rubies and pawn them at the next island.”

“Or, you could drink water from it and look like a pompous asshole.” Just keep it casual. Be normal. The pulse in your ears becomes slightly faster when you notice the foggy spots in your vision. “Freeze some of the diamonds from that candlestick and use them as ice cubes.”

“Very true,” she laughs and you force out a chuckle to mirror her, wincing at the aching pain in your side. Her eyebrows furrow and her mouth falls into a frown. Your attempts to seem fine were starting to fall through. “Hey, are you okay? You’ve been walking a little slower than usual.” 

“I’m fine, I promise. I just got punched in the gut a little harder than I anticipated,” you lie straight through your teeth, well aware that it wasn’t just a fist that had you losing enough blood to fill the galley sink. To be fair, the guy’s second blade appeared out of nowhere. You were outnumbered five to one but still held your own; only when there was a single fighter left did he resort to cutthroat tricks. One minute, you’re parrying with ease; the next, a small dagger pops out from the fighter’s left sleeve, cutting a deep wound into your side before you can block it with the saber in your right hand. It was a dirty move and you mentally kicked yourself for not anticipating foul play much sooner. To make matters worse, you were only able to staunch the blood so much before Zoro found you in the courtyard. Though you sufficiently covered your injury, he was still eyeing you like he knew that something was off. Like clockwork, every minute he was checking on you. It was wordless, but you still knew he was inspecting you, waiting for you to reveal that something happened and that you needed help.

That moment came the instant your boots met the wood of the deck. 

In seconds, your vision violently careens to the right and you’re conscious just enough to expect the thud of your head against the floor. But, the crash never comes. When you fall, your mind registers another body that you fall into, strong and stable. One arm slips effortlessly under your exhausted legs, lifting you from the ground while the other supports your upper back. Your eyes blur the image of your panicked crew like an oil painting, smearing it every which way until the colors are bleeding together more uncontrollably than the blood dripping from your side. Everything sounds like you’re drowning, rising above the water for a moment only to be pulled back down into murky disorientation. 

“Idiot,” a low voice says. It’s wrought with worry, even though you can tell they’re trying not to hide it. It’s clear enough that you know it’s coming from whoever is holding you. “Why the hell did you wait?” You’re barely able to distinguish far-off shouting from Sanji, ordering Luffy and Usopp to grab his knives. But, if all three of them were over there and Nami was throwing open cabinets looking for the med kit, that means the person holding you was… “Fuck. I knew something was wrong.” You have half the mind to articulate a weak response, but it comes out as nothing more than a groan when you’re placed onto what feels like the galley counter. The pounding in your forehead starts to become airy, like when you’re walking down the sidewalk after a night of drinking until you were on the verge of passing out. Zoro doesn’t let you go, though. His calloused fingers gently brush the dirt from your face, quietly pleading for you to stay with me, stay with me, stay with me. “You’re okay. We’re okay. Just stay with me.” 

“They’re losing a lot of blood and I can’t find the damn med kit.” 

“Where’s everyone else?”

“Above deck, having a collective panic attack.” Nami’s voice sounds like it’s coming from miles away. 

“Figures.” Zoro’s, on the other hand, is the only thing keeping you rooted and stopping you from drifting off. It’s sharp and strained, nothing like you’d ever heard from him before. Sanji’s lanky steps enter the kitchen and you hear the zip of his knife bag somewhere close to your ear.

“This is bad; I need to stop that bleeding or they might–” Zoro’s grip on your hand is tight, physically holding you down to reality. Whether you laced your fingers in his or the other way around, you didn’t remember.

“Well, let’s fucking do something about it then, waiter,” is the last thing you hear before darkness wipes your vision. 

Your eyes blink open after what feels like seconds, but the starry sky outside the window tells you it had been hours. It takes a moment for the details to come back to you, as does the soreness where they must have patched up your wound. The hard stone of the counter has been replaced by your bed and the comforting sway of the ship tells you Luffy ordered the ship to depart. It’s healing, in a way, the rocking back and forth motion of the ship that reminds you how close you were to slipping away. After a minute, you muster up enough energy to look at the rest of your room and you can’t help smiling when you see Zoro sitting at your bedside, tensely sleeping with the Wado Ichimonji laid across his lap. His eyes fly open when you whisper his name, delicately setting his blade on the floor before crouching at your side. 

“You’re okay,” he breathes and it sounds more like a reassurance for himself than for you.

“I’m okay,” you confirm just as softly, threading your fingers between his and squeezing lightly. He squeezes back, looking at you like you painted the constellations outside your window. “How long have you been here?”

“Since Sanji and Nami fixed you up, about six hours ago.”

“You’ve been sitting there for six hours?”

“I would have sat longer. I’d wait for you, no matter how long you slept,” he says and it sounds like a vow. “You scared the shit out of me, you know that?”

“Sorry,” you apologize weakly, giving him as much of a shy smile as you could. He rolls his eyes in exasperation but can’t help the corner of his mouth quirking too. “I didn’t want to bother you all while you were celebrating.”

“You really think I’m going to give alcohol priority over you?”

“Depends on the alcohol,” you point out and he shakes his head at your teasing. Your hand fits in his like a puzzle piece and you’re struck by the overwhelming feeling of safety you have whenever Zoro’s around. “But, really. I’m sorry for worrying you.” 

His eyes darted to the side like you’d said something that embarrassed him. The only thing he could think to do in that moment was bring your hand to his lips and press the lightest kiss to it. A promise that he’d always take care of you. He never was the best with words, you realized in your friendship-borderline-relationship with him. The things you said tended to short-circuit his brain and it was fascinating to watch him try and think of a coherent response. In times like these, however, when he’s simply unable to find the words for how much he feels for you, his actions are infinitely louder. 

“You should go back to sleep. I’ll still be here when you wake up. Do you need anything before you rest? Water or blankets or something?”

“No, just you. If you got in here with me, I wouldn’t mind,” you suggest nonchalantly and you giggle when his face becomes pinker. He obliges, though, slipping into the covers with you and carefully pulling you into him until you’re pressed against his chest like your own personal heater. His breathing is slow and steady, but you swear you can hear his heartbeat racing. “You’re the only one I’ll ever need, I think.”

“Feeling’s mutual, sweetheart. Just don’t do stupid shit like get stabbed again.”

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[ihavemanyhusbands]

I am foaming at the mouth @ play fighting that turns into breeding with Duncan 😖😖 plsssss can i request that? 🥹🫶🏻

Ovdrilbdgdsll ofc you may!!!

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It had all started so simply.

You had teased and goaded Duncan about being able to beat him in an arm wrestle, and of course, he made you try and prove it.

Unsurprisingly, he hadn’t gone easy on you. But that wasn’t to say your resolve had faded when the back of your hand hit the table.

Instead, in retaliation, you pounced on him. You managed to get him on the floor, the two of you wrestling for dominance.

You straddled his hips, pressing your legs against his sides. He struggled, but you held him tighter, your body leaning over his. He stopped fighting back momentarily, letting you lace your fingers through his.

“Thinking about tapping out, old man?” You teased, raising an eyebrow.

“No, I’m just enjoying this view,” he said, shifting his body so his hips pushed up.

You felt his hardening bulge under you, and after a flustered moment of surprise, you raised an eyebrow.

“Oh… really? Is that how this is?”

He nodded and next thing you knew, he rolled you onto your back. His large body pinned you down, legs still against his sides.

“I like it when you get feisty with me,” he chuckled. “But how are you gonna get out of this one, hmm?”

His moustache tickled your neck as he bent down to kiss it. You squirmed under him, struggling even as your body responded to his caresses.

“No fair, you’re only trying to distract me!” You panted, nails digging into his biceps.

His hips rocked against you slowly, almost involuntarily, and you could tell he was getting more and more excited.

You let out a sharp exhale on a harder thrust, gripping his hair with one hand and bringing his lips to yours. He kissed you deliriously for what seemed like an eternity, his hands probing and pinching at the spots he knew would set you alight.

“Okay, you win this time,” you panted as he pulled back to take his shirt off, raking your nails down his torso and tugging at his waistband. “Take me here, please.”

And those were the magic words he needed to hear in order to unleash himself upon you.

———

#duncan vizla x reader #duncan vizla fanfiction #the black kaiser x reader #polar fanfiction #minors dni

[smallestapplin]

So! Bit of a long one but here we go!!

Emmet enemies to lovers!!

Emmet has a rival that he can’t stand! But as he continues to battle them and thusly spend time with them, feelings blossom and he starts to become friends, and then more with the rival!

However!! Before he can do more than recognize his feelings of love, the reader is eebied to Hisui!! Maybe even right in front of him!!

He’s left devastated! Desperate to see them again, because he loves them!!

And they return! After long, lonely months, they come back and finally Emmet has the chance to tell them his feelings!!

What do you think?

I tried! And I hope this turns out well ^^

Cw : hate is said a lot at the end, just in case.

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Emmet always had issues properly expressing his true feelings, or putting them into words, maybe that’s why he didn’t like you.

You were Ingo’s friend and got along perfectly with the older twin. But Emmet didn’t like feeling he was being pushed aside, even if he wasn’t. So, he’d demand battles from you at every turn, you couldn’t take ten steps without the smiling twin stepping in front of you, demanding you battle him.

It was infuriating, you couldn’t visit your friend without his brother being a pain.

Worse yet you two were evenly matched.

One battle you’d win, and he’d be livid and then demand another.

The next he’d win and shove it in your face.

The only reason you didn’t say ‘screw the battle, what are your stats’ is because Ingo begged and pleaded with you, swearing his brother isn’t always like this.

You believed him, you truly did, but thought it wouldn’t be that way between you and Emmet.

Your relationship changed when Ingo got sick, he couldn’t stand without falling over, and his fever made him delirious at times. Elesa was out of the region, and Emmet didn’t have anyone else he could ask for help.

That’s when he called you from Ingo’s phone, after a quick doctor visit of course.

He knew you wouldn’t answer a random number, but he had to speak quickly before you hung up on him. He was surprised to see you already at his and Ingo’s house, arms filled with flu-friendly food and medicine. It allowed him to go to work and keep the subway running, knowing Ingo was in your care.

You’d text him throughout the day, letting him know how Ingo was doing. He’d come home to Ingo either asleep and you on the couch, or you in Ingo’s room feeding him soup. However, it left you and Emmet plenty of alone time.

You’d either make dinner or order takeout and watch tv together, finding out you two had more in common than previously thought. You’d two laugh, and share stories, to a comfortable point you’d ask him how his day at work was.

Your friendship was slow going, but after Ingo got better, he was surprised to see you two not at each other’s throats, but the want for battles never stopped, the only difference was Emmet would get excited and ask instead of demand.

Your rivalry was truly something Emmet adores and wanted more than anything. It was a nice change of pace for you two to be seen alone, laughing and joking around.

His feelings for you came as a shock to himself.

It changed him.

You noticed how he’d flip between how he used to be with you, to how he is now.

It got to the point you messaged him.

‘Hey, I know it’s late, and you just got off work, but can we talk tomorrow? At that café, we both like, preferably.’

His heart sank at that message, but he knew it was only a matter of time.

‘Sure! Time?’

‘Maybe around lunchtime?’

‘That works!’

The next day he went to that cafe like you asked, he got there early just to make sure he could practice what he was going to say.

He waited.

And waited.

And waited.

He checked his phone, noticing you were an hour late without so much as a text.

‘I am Emmet. I'm here.’

‘Are you okay?’

Still nothing, he sat there for hours, waiting for you, constantly looking out the window, hoping he’d see you running up and apologizing for being late.

He’d look up the second the bell chimes, only to be disappointed when it’s not you.

‘Everything okay?’

‘I’m sorry.’

‘Where are you?’

Every message he sent you never saw, but it says it went through. He could feel his anxiety growing worse by the second, so he called you.

It goes right to voicemail.

He can’t stand it anymore.

He stayed there for nearly five hours, and you didn’t show up.

You must hate him.

He went back home, knowing Ingo would already be back from work, but yet… it was quiet.

His life was changed in only a day, as two missing persons reports went out, one for you, and one for Ingo. What Emmet wants to tell changes The longer you’re gone.

Ingo is found many months later in strange clothes, and no memory, but his brother is here and alive. All that’s left is you. Emmet focused on work and helping his brother, being more than happy he finally came home. But the emotional part of him asks, why does Ingo get to have more stories of you, than him?

News of your return is the talk of Unova, how you appeared limp on the ground in ancient clothes and scars. He figured you’d be in the hospital for a while, given how the news spoke of your injuries. He’s already waited a year for you, what’s a few more days?

Imagine his shock when he opens the door on his day off, and you’re standing right there, covered in bandages when you should be resting.

But given your history, he isn’t even sure what to do.

“You’re…you’re back.” Despite the lack of emotion in his voice, you can hear the quiver in it.

“Emmet-“

“I waited, you know, I sat there at the café and waited. Where were you?” His vision clouds with tears.

You can’t give him an answer, cause even you don’t know who would believe you.

“I still waited, hoping you’d come back like it’s all a sick joke.”

“Em, can we please go inside? I can explain everything.” You step forward, wiping the tears that fall from his cheeks.

He doesn’t move, only leaning into your touch as he sobs.

“I hate you, I hate you so much! I hate how stubborn you are! Hate how you just think you can come back as if nothing happened! Hate how you made me worry! I hate that I love you, and you left! H-how could you?”

You pull him into a hug, letting the smiling man hold you tightly as he cries into your shoulder. You can’t stop tears of your own from soaking into his shirt, you both sob your hearts out, clinging to each other as if the other would disappear again.

“I don’t hate you…I can’t.”

“I know. I missed you so much, I was so scared.”

You both stayed there for several more minutes until you two had the strength to stand. He pulls you into his home, closing the door behind you.

“Now, let’s hear those stories!”

You chuckle softly, “Oh boy, do I have a lot.”

Despite everything.

You squeeze his hand.

This might be the start of something wonderful.

#pokemon imagines #pokemon x reader #pokemon emmet x reader #pokemon submas x reader #submas emmet x reader #submas x reader

[soloorganaas]

this was originally for @wolfstarmicrofic but it’s turned into an actual, not-micro oneshot in itself

the prompt was lightyears, in which I shamelessly embraced my other beloved blorbos 

May, 1977

“It’s gonna be brilliant, I can feel it,” James said as they stood in the queue for their tickets. He was almost bouncing on his toes with excitement.

Remus raised a skeptical eyebrow just ever so slightly, but it still wasn’t missed by Sirius. “Moony thinks we’re all just wowed by muggle movies,” he grinned, prompting an eye roll from Remus.

“I didn’t say -”

“Moony, I have been to five muggle movies -”

“They’re just called movies, Pads.”

“So I think I am quite the connoisseur,” Sirius told him, with his arrogant smirk that made Remus want to tell him to shut up and make him shut up in equal measure.

Remus was munching lazily on popcorn, nudging Sirius’s hand away which had frozen as he stared, open-mouthed, at the screen. “But how do they do that without magic?” he asked in astonishment, as a defenceless captain, clasping desperately at the hand choking his neck, was lifted effortlessly into the air by a looming, black-armoured figure who could have been both man and machine.

Remus looked over at him with an affectionate smile. “Rope, Pads,” he said. 

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May, 1980

“Sure you’re gonna fit in those seats, Evans?” Sirius asked as James and a heavily pregnant Lily approached them, his teasing smirk not quite reaching his eyes. Lily flipped him off, grinning with the air of someone desperately in need of some levity.

The darkness of the cinema swept over them like a comforting blanket, whisking them away into nostalgia and escapism. Remus felt something in his heart reverberate at the opening chords - an unfamiliar hope, perhaps. Not that they could win this war, not anything to do with the war at all, actually. Except that, for a brief moment, maybe they could be happy.

They all pretended not to hear each others gasps of fright that were far too real to be just a reaction to death falling around them in flashes of light and bursts of smoke. Sirius was shaking as they heard the screams of torture echoing down the metallic corridors of a space station. But it was Remus who lost the ability to breathe as he watched two lovers ripped apart, one frozen in horror as the other was dragged into a torturous prison, and she was left desperate, heartbroken and utterly powerless to stop it.

Remus gripped Sirius’s hand so hard he thought the bones might crack.

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May, 1983

Remus saw the poster as he sat numbly on the tube, whisked away from another of the few meagre jobs he’d managed to hold down before he descended into another month - maybe two, maybe three - of being unable to leave his bed for the cloud of nightmares suffocating him.

His eyes glazed over the blur of colours as they did everything; until the sharp, yellow text of two words ripped up a past so unrecognisably lost to him it felt lightyears away.

He barely made it off the train before he threw up.

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May, 1999

“Hey, Sirius, do you know what Star Wars is?” Harry asked casually over breakfast, about a month after he’d left Hogwarts for the last time. It was a familiar question - Sirius, have you tried this? Sirius, have you been there? Sirius, have you done that? - uttered by Harry with childlike enthusiasm that pushed away some of the trauma from his eyes, as he sought to make up for the thirteen years Sirius had been missing from his life, and the four following that had been ensnared by war.

Remus froze, icy tension running through his body driven by a familiar grief. He could see it in Sirius’s face, too - a memory slowly rising to the surface, the rush of warmth and joy from those delirious years before their fall, followed by the agonising gulf of tragedy that separated them from the present. Then Sirius’s eyes met his own, and he must have seen something in Remus’s face, something that anchored him to safety, because they filled with a softness that melted the tension paralysing Remus.

Sirius turned back to Harry with a small smile. “I think it got slipped into my muggle education, somewhere,” he said. Remus felt his heart give an affectionate thrum.

“Ahh, amazing,” grinned Harry. “I thought I’d have to explain it. Look - there’s a new one coming out, next week, and we all wanna go see it. So, do you wanna come too?” Harry gave him a familiar, hopeful look, that was now full less of uncertainty and more of the kind of shameless pleading he knew his godfather could never resist.

"Alright,” Sirius said, grinning back.

“Brilliant. And I was thinking - we should all watch the first three together before.”

“Three?” Sirius asked, frowning in that way he did when he knew he’d forgotten something important.

Remus’s heart clenched, and he felt a wave of panic that Harry would realise at exactly this moment why Sirius had forgotten there were three.

“Yeah, er, it’s a trilogy,” Harry replied, in that nonplussed way he did when he was trying to avoid being rude but didn’t entirely know how.

Sirius blinked, then an easy, lopsided smile filled is face again. “Let’s watch them all, then.”

Remus found the four of them already curled up in front of the TV, nestled between another towering bookshelf and a potted plant in the corner of their cottage. Hermione and Ron were lounging together on the sofa, Harry laughing up at them as he spread out on the rug in front, and Sirius was throwing popcorn into his mouth from the oversized armchair next to the fire.

“No, I’m telling you, the third one’s the best,” Ron insisted to Harry and Hermione. “That’s when he defeats him!”

“Toffee covered for you,” Remus said, handing two bowls over to the trio. “And chocolate for me,” he added, shooting a knowing look at Sirius who was already grinning teasingly back. He made his way over to the armchair, and nudged at Sirius’s feet. “Squidge up, then.”

Sirius happily tipped his legs over the arm rest to make space for Remus next to him, throwing an arm round his shoulders as he sat down.

“So, what have I got to expect in this one?” he asked, stealing some of Remus’s popcorn.

Remus swallowed, suddenly conscious of their hands brushing in the bowl and the wait of Sirius’s arm against his shoulders.

“I, er - well, I never saw this one,” he admitted.

Sirius was quiet for a moment, the emotional weight of that admission resonating within him. “You didn’t?” said eventually, in a small voice.

“No,” Remus replied, in almost a whisper.

Another pause. “Well,” Sirius said more firmly, tightening his arm around Remus’s shoulders and turning to look at him. “It’ll be new for both of us, then.”

A burst of joy that took Remus entirely by surprise brought a beaming smile to his face. He bit down on it self-consciously, but not before Sirius’s eyes lit up in response. Remus pressed their lips together, heedless for a moment of his usual self-consciousness in his need to seal this moment between them forever.

“Yes,” he murmured softly. “I suppose it will.”

#i know there are rules #i see the rules #and somehow they still pass me by like an errant cloud on a sunny day #wolfstar microfic #otp: i'm mental about you #hp

[swallowtailed]

palisade 28!

first of all, the intro—loved it. honoring black screen, reclaiming rhythm, acknowledging that post-combustor it still doesn’t feel like anything’s changed, but pushing forward anyway… (also i am so curious about this pirate rap station. who are the other hosts?? what are their shows like??)

i know the particular game of the interview scene was that brnine couldn’t gain any rhetorical ground, but ali absolutely slayed. incredible rp. truly a horrifying situation and brnine still landed some fantastic lines.

also want to make some sort of comparison to fever-dream and nightmare sequences—not quite sure what to call it, but i’m thinking of the kind of scene where a delirious character seems to hallucinate old arguments. coming under judgment, past and present blurring. (and how do we understand what it means to leave palisade?)

“stolen cameo” is a cool ship name but it became much funnier when it was revealed that they had kidnapped brnine to put them on tv

the question i had during that sequence was what’s asepsis doing while brnine’s in prison, and by the end of the episode i still had that question but even more so. what… the fuck! (also, didn’t brnine have some drones with them? does asepsis know where they are???)

eclectic opposition is The keith character name lmao. that’s just all of them already

jokes aside this character rips and i’m so excited for more terrible sleuth energy. black sequined poncho. “eclectic, and easily.” i have such a soft spot for noir aesthetics pasted over another genre. also very excited to dig into why all these hooks are “leap says”.

brief reflection on crew dynamics in brnine’s absence: figure stepped up, thisbe stepped in. which is really cool to see for both of them. figure took the lead in the scene and called the meeting to order, which really speaks to their freedom and confidence post-clem. thisbe didn’t do that, despite being technically in command, but she redirected the conversational dynamic in the way brnine might’ve tried to (her telling cori that vaping is bad for you is maybe my new favorite thisbe line… okay, no, it’s still second to “spoilers, corn is a grass”, but it’s up there.) 

really excited for figure’s plotline! talking to gur, seeing ghosts everywhere, bringing partial palisade onboard—they’ve leveled up and i’m so here for it. (also thinking about the past bleeding into the present, or maybe it’s better to understand that as a sort of recognition of continuity—same people, only changed. (which appeared a few times in this episode.) anyway, no new life can free you from your past, etc etc.)

also: partial palisade!!!! coming back onscreen!!!!!! we LOVE to see it

my main feeling after the latest faction turn was that somehow, post-combustor, nothing had actually changed. the blue channel got a huge win! the hugest! and then the cause went directly back to reacting to (and losing to) the authority, rather than actually making moves (cf outro of 25). i’m hoping we see more of a shift on the blue channel side, at least—it seems like the table is still set for that. having partial palisade on board could be really powerful (plotwise/thematically but maybe also mechanically). who knows—things could take a while to develop. (but also let’s drop another pillar!!!)

#fatt #palisade #palisade spoilers #hello world #fatt lb #hello we’re sneaking out of the woods a day early :)

[brooksmasters]

the urge to break and write a long marauders fic somewhat based on dead poets society and drown myself in it because i have so many ideas and i have wanted to read such a specific fic for so long that i think i might just need to write it myself. AGH. VISIONS ARE RUNNING LIKE WATER, I AM CHASING STARS BEHIND MY EYES, THE VOICES ARE WINNING. i also got like three hours of sleep last night so i may just be overtired but i am delirious and excited and this will probably happen at some point.

#marauders #dead poets society #wolfstar #jegulus #rosekiller #marylene #pandalily #black brothers

[lesbianjesuslovesyou]

oh dear god. Dear god. Fuck. Dear lord. Dear lord have mercy.

I have fallen through a fever dream of a rabbit hole and indubitably gotten drunk in your fanfics. Like I don’t say this often. But your fanfics legitimately manage to incorporate ALL of my kinks. And theirs like. So fucking many of them.

Your fics + name swapping sites have been legit the only thing that’s kept me going for like the past week. It’s like a drunk haze except I’m not drunk I’m just insanely horny (I recently started testosterone as I’m transitioning. So yeah. That’s why)

but holy FUCK. You’re like some fucking Angel sent from above. You have spanking overstimulation, degradation AND super dom tops + whiney pathetic bottoms??? It’s just. God. So fucking good. I feel delerious just thinking about it. You’ve made me delirious.

Sorry for that long ass intro. I think I just came here to metaphorically ask/ beg if you take requests or any type of prompts or anything?

Fuck I do love the Cytherea and Gideon fics don’t get me wrong I also love the Harrow and Gideon stuff too. I just like a little non/dub con in my smut fics sometjmes. Brings an extra rough element. And you always have Cytherea give off such perfect ‘Mean Mommy Don’ vibes ifnejdjsjdjd.

something even wacker? I’ve never read a single tomb book. I had no idea what it even was. I still haven’t read it yet. I just know the characters single-handedly from your fics. I typically replace all the names with my current favorite ship which is Toradeen. Aka Toralei x Clawdeen from monster high. With Toralei as the bottom cause girlie ain’t topped a single thing in her life and she not about to start now lol.

but what’s so fun is that you’ve seriously gotten me interested in reading those books. I have a severe backlog of books I need to read. But I’m definitely adding the series to the list just cause of you! So uh? Win for the tomb series?

anyway sorry this was long. I just got excited to see you were on tumblr

sa/lkdsnkkgdjhfallbjsfbdsk vjghfdkbjvnskz Oh my GOSH, you are the sweetest!!! I am SO glad you've enjoyed my fanfiction. Truly, that means the world to me. <3 And you haven't even read the series! It is definitely worth looking into; Gideon the Ninth is legitimately one of the best books I've ever read, and it sparked over 130 fanfictions in less than two years... being able to combine my favorite book series with my favorite BDSM tropes and kinks has genuinely made me so happy. I haven't written this much in my whole life, and it's all thanks to this series with the silly goth nun and butch swordswoman.

I do take requests! Sometimes I post on Twitter (@utilitywhiskers) with a "drop # kinks and we'll see what happens" and try to create a fic with the first ones that pop up in the comments.

I'm not on Tumblr as much as I used to be back in my pre-fandom days (when the interface was still easy! and didn't make my computer lag!), but you're also welcome to shoot me a request in my Askbox here. I tend to only write Locked Tomb fics, but I love exploring new kinks.

And since you made me blush like a schoolgirl with your super sweet message, here's a sneak peek of some future fics that I hope to finish once the fandom-wide Holiday Exchange is over: -Dollification -Human Slave AU -Littlespace/Ageplay -T-Dick Blowjobs -Circus AU -Hypnokink -Freeuse Noncon -Judicial Punishment -Serial Killer AU ...and so, so, so many more <3 Thank you again for the super sweet comment. I am sincerely so happy that my fics have brought you joy (and kept you warm at night!).

#the locked tomb #lesbianjesuslovesyou

[cityzenchick]

Getting excited about City playing Wolves today ⚽️ and hoping that the whole team have a VERY good day!!! 🤞 👍 👏 A goal or two from Erling would make it an AMAZING day for me 💙 but as long as we play well and win us City fans will be DELIRIOUSLY happy 🥳 🥂 🫂 👕 🤗

@treblebluesblog I am soooooooo envious that you are actually at the match!! 😁 cheer the boys on for us please? ⚽️

@sandy007 let's hope Erling has a GOOD DAY at Molyneux 9️⃣ 🎉

#erling haaland #manchester city #manchester city fc #manchestercityfc #man city #jack grealish #mcfc #cityzens #premier league

[deepdarkdelights]

May I request a director's cut for The Reaper if you're still doing those?

Oh! I haven't done a director's cut in so long I AM SO EXCITED! Okay, The Reaper Director's Cut, let's go!

So, I think the best way to start this off is to give you my half awake half asleep delirious note of the idea I had originally for the fic that I wrote down before passing out lmao.

"Cult (?) - kills competitors to win their wife, group of mercenaries raids the MC's carriage - she is a noblewoman heading to her marriage ceremony - one mercenary attempts to "ya know" her, JK steps in and takes her as his own wife - thus the killing ceremony happens and he officially *takes her* as his wife 👀"

So, as you can see, the story was originally going to be pretty different. My first idea was to make them cult members and then that evolved into mercenaries which later became the reapers. This description of the fic was also brief and was intended to outline a short fic (5-6k) but I got really invested in the world-building and the practices of the reapers that it became twice the length! The MC was also supposed to be a high-born! But she later was demoted to peasant girl 😂

The idea of throwing in a language barrier was something I thought could be fun because I had never done it in a fic before and I thought it would be really interesting. It kind of just struck me lol.

I ended up adding the Direwolves in for a few reasons. 1) I love fantasy AUs and this was a cool way to make the fic a part of the fantasy genre and also explain why no one attacked the reapers. 2) I wanted to write a werewolf fic but I have so many different werewolf fic ideas I couldn't make this one a werewolf fic too lol, this was a good workaround.

One thing I really want to touch on is the MC's characterization and why I made her the way I did. I think some people would be frustrated by how... compliant (?) she seems. She doesn't fight back against her engagement to Ilseong, she cries a lot, she's captured fairly easily, and she gives in to Jungkook. I did this because of a) the time period she lives in and b) the gender roles associated with it. While I do not agree with this, it was far too common that women were traded like cattle and were expected to be soft, demure, and compliant. The MC is trying to survive in a world that deems her lesser than a man. And in a world like this, JK is the lesser of evils.

The MC grew up as a peasant girl. She is not going to evade trained killers, she is not going to know how to fight, and she is enduring extreme stress so she is going to cry. She is responding how anyone would in her position - especially with the society she had been born into.

As for Jungkook, when I was picturing the scenes in my head and coming up with the story, he was the only one I could picture in the role of the reaper hunting the MC. I have a very particular vision when it comes to my fics and oftentimes can only associate a certain member with a role I create. And JK fit this role to a T. I think he just matched the character of the reaper the best and I do enjoy writing fics for him as well so that was a bonus. He gives me a lot to work with.

For now, that is all I have for my Director's Cut of The Reaper!

#asks #the reaper #directors commentary #directors cut

[sleepyowlwrites]

"Tumblr notes for when I'm no longer on an airplane" which I'm now not

Considering writing and publishing a bunch of short silly stories under the names Constance Leigh & Ramble Ng, for the lols, obviously

One thing is for sure - I am never going to Hawaii

One of my favorite things to do when I've read a few sentences that make me smile are to read them again but out loud for double effect and that doesn't really work on planes - not because care about people potentially giving me strange looks but because I can barely hear myself talk and it’s not worth it

If my dad doesn't make friends with at least one airport or airplane person he'll just like, explode, I guess

I got smart this time and downloaded a bunch of fanfics and now I know I can read fanfics for nearly 12 hours straight

This plane is warmer than other flights but they give a lot less to drink so I'm not sure if it's a winning point

I'm a professional sitter now

The power of just...removing your glasses and not wearing them for hours. There's nothing I need to be seeing right now

That one guy who continuously cracks the window shade to see that yes, indeed, we are still above the clouds even though the plane is dark because some people feel like being sensible and sleeping on a 12 hour flight. I wasn't but I did start glaring in his fuzzy direction every time he did it.

Really pushed my ears past their headphone-listening brink to drown out the plane and also my brain adamantly singing only half of whatever song got stuck in there

9552km does not accurately describe how done I am with being inside this plane

Please let me off

When I get home I'm going to face plant into my sheets

Off the plane

I survived! The treacherous sky shark couldn't eat me forever!

Not saying I'll never make fun of caterpillars again but tarmac isn't really fun. It's novel until you realize that you hate stairs. So hello, caterpillar friend, happy to see you

You think I'm delirious from lack of sleep but the real besties know this is just how I usually am

Alright I guess I wasn't looking forward to the cold. But I don't care. I'm so happy to be...in an airport

Oh lordy immigration

Not many things can make me long for Newark but the JFK passport control line is one of them. The other is probably Ikea

There is a Rolex clock in here

What, like three hours until we get home? I'll set it at three so I'm not disappointed but I'd like to make it home no later than 530 please and please

You know when we came back from Greece I forgot passport on the place and it was a mad run but we got it back and that was an anxiety I'd like to never replicate. My passport is currently safe in my pocket

We all just got really excited because we saw water fountains

It's the little things in life. Little things like water fountains that don't work

Somebody invented a faster way through passport control why doesn't everybody do this

Hooray! Water

#sleepy stuff

[camdenclaymore]

TWENTY QUESTIONS.

tagging → @theduchampboy @lachancegreg @smokingaceschw

location → the dollhouse

notes → i’m delirious with fatigue and cam’s angy so this is what it is

Cam hadn’t forgotten about Panic but the waiting game had certainly made him more complacent than he should have been. He was a greaser, he shouldn’t have been plucked off the street as easily as he had. No doubt he’d get a clip around the ear for that later.

Nevertheless he found himself almost excited to find himself dropped into another challenge, though he wasn’t sure he was supposed to admit as much. After a summer of being an office errand boy in some bullshit internship he was actually grateful for the change of scenery. It felt like peeling away the facade he had to put on to survive, like he finally didn’t have to play by anyone’s rules but his own.

While he’d spared a thought for Trevor, wondering how his friend was handling being cooped up in such a small space with the uncomfortably snug cuffs on, his attention had quickly been monopolised by Penn’s voice breaking the silence and Greg appearing on the screen overhead. Now that, that had Cam seeing red. Greg was supposed to be out of the game, he’d hated every second of it, how dare they drag him back into it just to use him as a pawn. He couldn’t even deny the judges had made the right move. If anyone could be used to manipulate him it was going to be one of his boys, especially Greg.

“Y’all were too chickenshit to get Ace in here, huh?” he scoffed a taunt to the ears he was sure were listening. It would have been better if it was though. There would be no guilt between the brothers for whatever they would have to do for the sake of Cam winning. The same couldn’t be said with Greg, not when Cam still had his breakdown on the night of the buried alive challenge burned into his memory.

Doesn’t it ever get tiring for you, having to play Hannah Montana of the South Side? How do you expect to become a lawyer now that everyone will know you’re a willing part of your brother’s gang?

“Does that count as two questions?” Cam narrowed his eyes in thought, sarcastic if only because he didn’t want anyone see that the questions were beginning to get to him now that they were past the apparent easy rounds. He should have known better than to get cocky with Greg in the firing line, but seeing his expression contort on the screen quickly changed his tune. “Motherfuckers!” he snarled, both in anger at them toying with Greg and at the question itself. No one would ever cite the game as proof, even the most opposing of them still respecting the code of silence. That didn’t mean they wouldn’t use it as a way to find something to hold against him. No law firm would touch him if they knew. 

“Of course I hate it. I wasn’t willing.”

Past tense? So you’re willing now... Joker?

He could have lied. He should have lied. The thing about Panic was that it was easy to assume you would react a certain way in any of the situations until you were actually sitting there with a ten second window to spit out the first thought to come to mind before the punishment for hesitation kicked in.

“Maybe I’ve always been exactly what everyone thinks I am. Maybe I like having people’s respect for once.” There was a hell of a lot more to that train of thought; that he’d been let down his whole life by people thinking he was unworthy in one way or another and it was bound to reach a tipping point eventually, or that he might be better suited to helping people in a way that wasn’t wasted in an office cubicle. Panic wasn’t a therapy session though, they weren’t going to get anything out of him that wasn’t entirely necessary. Perhaps the judges knew that, if the long delay between questions was anything to go by. It had to be part of the game to let them marinate in the secrets they couldn’t take back, to derail their common sense and break them down piece by piece.

Despite his answer he was still struck with the razor sharp pain of the electric shock. He doubled over with a sickening groan, wanting to tear at the cuffs on his wrists but unable to move until it was over.

You’re willing now, yes or no?

“Yes!” His fists were clenched on his knees where he was crouched, his eyes averted from the screen so he wouldn’t have to see Greg learning everything he was admitting. While he’d always maintained that he would never choose to follow Ace... maybe it had never been a choice to begin with. He was a Claymore, right? Their name to the South Side was what the Chadwell name was to the North.

Do you regret ditching Trevor for a closet case?

Actions spoke louder than words and he was sure the initial silence from him was deafening to Greg. He’d been taken off guard by the change in pace though, considering the rest had been centred around Ace and the greasers, and he sure as shit didn’t have any desire to share anything about their relationship nor what he’d done to Trevor. A fraction of his silence was also reserved for a fear of the truth– that as patient as he was there were still days where he felt like more of a friend than a boyfriend.

“He has a name you piece of shit!” While there was a fear in the back of his mind it was overtaken by his frustration at the game, at the world, at the disrespect he refused to allow toward the people he loved. Cam threw his weight into the door when it didn’t open, overcome with the urge to get out of there, to find Greg and get him as far away from harm as possible. In turn his outburst prompted the judges to turn up the heat and shock him again– predicable, but still hurt like hell. It didn’t make him cower though, if anything it only incensed him. That the wall was the only thing keeping him upright at that point was a glaring display of exactly the type of person he was. If they wanted to make him stay down they’d have to try harder than that. “You think I’m scared of you? Fuck you! I was raised by Ace fucking Claymore!”

#vibe for this para: i'm a bad bitch u can't kill me!!!! vine 10 hour version #chwpanic

[jungwnies]

down the aisle | nct 127 | h.c.

Walking down the Aisle with NCT 127 ♡

tw: none

genre: fluff (kinda smutty IF you squint)

w/c: 1,389

story style: headcanon

a/n: it's currently, 1:37 am while I write this and i'm quite delirious and running on caffeine, I apologize in advance for any grammatical errors <3 (like, reblog, & comment!)

Moon Taeil

• oh boy, this man is SOOOO in love with you!

• like head over heels, fawning over you, drooling, but also has that look in his eyes like he's fallen in love with you all over again.

• you are his world, literally his everything, and he thinks you're his missing puzzle piece, he would probably be single for the rest of his life if it wasn't for you taking his breath away.

• he was prettyyy pessimistic he never expected to be getting married especially with how much he's overworked, he never thought he'd find time to love or to be love

• but alas!

• he's found you, the person he's ready to spend the rest of his life with ! <3

• seeing you down the aisle triggered a set of emotions he didn't even know he had

• he was crying, well not full on balling his eyes out, but he was def. shedding a few tears after seeing you!

• he really does love you and there's no doubt about it

• and he definitely says i do before you're supposed to because he's so eager to start calling you his wife

• he was born to be an amazing husband, both of you are LUCKY!

Johnny Suh

• when he saw you... he definitely wanted to pounce on you

• screw the wedding! he wanted to skip to that honeymoon ASAP

• but, realistically seeing you, he was amazed, wowed, his jaw? it dropped.

• he loved how your wedding attire looked flattering on you, and how it matched with the rest of the scenery, and how you stood out.

• he loved that your brain worked that way, that the wedding was so well planned, and finally all that hard work and planning paid off

• seeing you down the aisle he ALMOST cried, but he didn't because he didn't want anyone to see him crying, but inside he was practically the most emotional person ever

• he was more than ready to marry you, and vice versa 🥲

• he loved your outfit, but let's be real, he wanted to rip you out of that the moment you guys finish the reception

Lee Taeyong

• he was so excited to marry you, his whole life he just wanted to settle

• and finally he's settled down, about to be married

• he's the happiest person, especially since it's YOU he's marrying.

• he cried like 13982983 times before the wedding, while you guys planned, and while you walked down the aisle

• taeyong was practically balling his eyes out simply because he was finally getting into a commitment that would last longer than forever.

• he laid his eyes on you and got all emotional, but also very lusty...

• he felt A LOT of emotions for you on the wedding day

• you guys are perfect, two peas in a pod

Nakamoto Yuta

• honestly he never thought he'd be getting married

• he thought he was gonna marry win-win because he was gonna settle </3

• but! he found you 😘

• honestly when he saw you down the aisle, it felt like a fever dream, he REALLY DID NOT BELIEVE IT!

• he was ready to settle for win-win or spend the rest of his life alone 😩

• but no, you swooped him off his feet!

• and when he saw you walking down to him, oh boy!

• he was about to FAINT, he was OVERJOYED.

• prior to the wedding, trust he told everyone.

• "i'm getting married"

• "she's the only exception"

• he is DOWN BAD, but only for you. (perhaps those minions too?)

Kim Doyoung

• oh boy... (yep, another oh boy.)

• he is down ASTRONOMICAL 💫

• he didn't get emotional

• but, he got really excited especially because you guys basically grew inseparable

• and now you'd really be knit together legally.

• he was so ready to say i do

• and honestly when he saw you walking to him he was in wow, and during the vows?

• he stuttered, he WAS NOT shy, he WAS NOT nervous, he WAS just super excited and wanted to kiss you and be married already

• he knew what he wanted, and he knew it was you, and he was ready to get married and get out of there 😳

Jeong Jaehyun

• he's ready, and he's in it 100%

• he's ready to say yes, he's ready to say his vows, and boy is he basically eye-fucking you

• the way the outfit suits you perfectly, and the way his suit fits him perfectly?

• honestly you're BOTH eye-fucking each other

• but there's also that look in his eyes, a starry, dreamy, wonderland look, like he's the most in love person in the world?

• but in THAT moment he was, he felt like the most in-love person ever, like there's nothing that could amount to the overwhelming feeling of love he felt in that moment.

• when he saw you, his nerves went away, he fell in love all over again, and a smile formed on his face in about 0.00003 seconds.

• you were more than enough for him, and you still are.

• he loves you, and there's no doubt about it.

Kim Jungwoo

• lordy lord lord

• he's excited, nervous, all his emotions were overwhelmed.

• he experienced the overwhelming feeling of yasss when he was in the process of marrying YOU

• he never believed, or... he never thought he'd get to be so lucky in marry someone like you

• he 100% knew from the get-go you were the one for him

• and boy was he right because when he saw you walking down the aisle (his heart went pitter patter)

• seeing you solidified his belief in you being his soulmate, his twin flame, his world, his everything.

• he knew, he knew 100% you guys would last a life-time, and longer, and longer, and that there would literally be NO end.

Dong Sicheng (Win-Win)

• he was VERY nervous

• like insanely nervy

• he was worried you'd say no, or someone would object

• he was a ball of anxiety, but when he saw you?

• when YOU smiled at him, he felt reassured.

• he knew, no hesitations that you were the one for him.

• already making him feel safe before reaching him? the power you hold omg...

• no one expected him to get married to someone like you, but they were happy it was you and not someone else

• and WinWin was also VERY glad it was you, because he knew you were his second half, the part of him he was missing.

• he was everything you were not, and vice versa.

Mark Lee

• ouuu childddd

• this boy is, wow.

• he's wowed, truly, more wowed than anyone else.

• he loves you, so so so so so so so so so so MUCH

• and he was just about to run down the aisle to you because he was so EAGER to start calling you his

• you guys were always super comfortable with each other, so seeing you in the most formal attire ever?

• he felt like the luckiest man alive, and he was ready to put a ring on it!

• and it was all because he loved it, everything, you, your emotions, your look, everything.

• you were and are his world, and nothing would change that!

Lee Haechan

• boi

• he was practically jumping up and down

• especially when he saw you, his energy went up up up

• in that moment, he was ready, he was excited

• he teases you all the time because YOU were the nervous one, he was confident

• confident you'd say i do, and you'd be his lawfully wedded s/o

• even when you reach him, he's cracking jokes to ease your anxiety.

• he wanted this day to go perfect, and it did.

• this day would go down in his books for the most AMAZING day ever, and he's rather get his toes ran-over 20923092 times before giving YOU up.

#lee taeyong #taeyong #lee #taeil #moon #moon taeil #johnny suh #johnny #suh #nakamoto yuta #yuta #nakamoto #jeong #jeong jaehyun #jaehyun #winwin #win win #dong sicheng #sicheng #dong #kim jungwoo #jungwoo #kim #doyoung #kim doyoung #mark lee #mark #haechan #lee harchan #nct 127

[mcyt-peach]

Omg in so excited for this event!! Ok so how about cc sap and cc Wilbur, seperate and pick one of 2 isn't allowed with the botanical gardens at 1:51 am!!

Also congrats on 500 and have a nice day!

sapnap + the botanical gardens + 1:51 am

*:･ﾟ note: oh to be dragged into sap's midnight shenanigans, this was such a fun write and I hope you like it as much as I do

“Sap I thought you were banned from the gardens because you kept trying to eat the flowers when you were high off nyquil.” It wouldn’t be the first time too much allergy medication led to Sapnap coming up with a terrible idea and dragging you into it.

“SHHH!” The man leading you through the woods was louder than you were, obviously a bit delirious due to the hour of your escapades. “That was only like one time! And I’m not banned. I’m just not welcome anymore... there’s a difference.”

“Wait, is that what this is? Did you take too much nyquil?”

“No, no. I promise I just want to show you this cool thing I found.” He tugs a bit harder and you stumble over a tree root. Luckily, his jacket is soft when you fall against his back and he turns around to give you a smirk, his teeth catching the light.

A few more minutes and Sapnap stops walking, signaling that you’ve reached your destination, not that you could see anything. Pulling out your phone flashlight, you were... let’s go with wary. A few large stone pillars held up a slanting roof, partially hidden by the trees and brush and looked nothing short of dilapidated.

“No way. I am not going in there, Sap. It’s going to collapse! Or we’re going to get cursed!” Before you could turn around and scurry off, he caught you by the waist and ushered you in.

“You’re such a scaredy cat! It’s plaster, so it won’t collapse. They made it for a new event about ancient greenery or something like that.” Sapnap smooshed your pout off of your face and continued with his speech. “Trust me, my buddy works here. It’s totally curse proof.”

Glancing around at the displays, you had to admit, this was pretty cool. Sapnap was seated at the edge of the mock-temple, waving you over. Settling beside him and snuggling up to his shoulder, you let out an exaggerated sigh.

“Alright, you win. This was a good idea.”

You can hear the smile in his voice when he follows his laugh with a “Told you so.”

❀ right place right time event ❀ event masterlist ❀

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[moonlit-jeno]

Anonymous said: 58 + rough lucas pls 🥺

requests are closed!

warnings: explicit sex, choking

word count: 2.4k

Xiaojun’s room has always been your favorite. It’s clean, smells good, and best of all, has the biggest bed. Not to mention the softest blankets. It’s really a shame that you’re about to ruin them, but you figure it’s fine. He owes you for all the homework you did for him your first year here. Plus, you’ll buy him some laundry detergent as consolation.

The golden trophy in your hand glimmers under the LED lights illuminating the room, and the corners of your mouth twitch up. It’s your name engraved on the trophy, rightfully naming you the best team captain. Seeing it makes pride fill your veins, happiness filling you at the physical evidence of all of your hard work paying off. Only one other person deserves this award as much as you- not that you’d tell him that. You wonder what he’s doing at this moment. If he’s enjoying the party downstairs with his friends, or if he’s sulking in the backyard.

Xiaojun’s door bursts open. “You know damn well that I deserve that award.” Lucas growls, kicking the door shut behind him. Speak of the devil, and he shall appear. “You only got it because they knew that you would bitch and complain about losing for the rest of eternity.”

Lucas, the fun, easygoing party guy that gets along with everyone, constantly leading his team to victory whether it’s in a game, practice, or even class. Well, everyone except for you. Not that it’s entirely his fault; you do tend to make it your mission to annoy the living shit out of him every chance you get. Is it fun? Absolutely. You pout at him mockingly, jumping to your feet and moving towards him until there’s barely any space between you. “Really? So you’re telling me that I don’t deserve the award?”

“Yeah, actually. That’s exactly what I’m saying. I’m surprised that got through your dense fucking skull.” This is definitely the most agitated you’ve ever seen him. It’s exciting. “I’m not here for small talk,” Lucas says, head tilted to the side so he can look you up and down, bite his lip. “I’m here to fuck your brains out.”

There’s no opportunity for you to respond, for you to even make a noise as he crushed your mouths together. Your moan gets lost in his lips as he drinks you in greedily, one of his hands sliding up to cup your jaw and angle you to his liking. He spins you around and pins you to the wall, his free hand resting above you.

“Fuck, Lucas,” His kisses have you feeling drunk in the best possible way and you let your head tilt back to rest against the wall behind you, incapable of doing anything besides tangling your fingers in his hair and moaning at the feel of his lips against your skin. “God, you’re so...” You trail off as he nips at your throat, soothing the skin with his tongue. The hand on your ass slides to your hip, grip tightening as you sag into his touch.

“So what? Amazing?” Lucas finishes for you, grinning up at you when you groan. “Handsome? Godlike? I know.”

“Annoying.” You deadpan, using your grip on his hair to pull his lips back to yours. The laugh he lets out is smooth and vibrates against you, cutting off into a low growl when you bite at his lower lip, suck his tongue into your mouth. In turn, he slides his hand up to your throat, petting his thumb over the soft skin above your jugular.

He breaks the kiss and you whimper before you can stop yourself, inadvertently chasing his lips. The smile that lights up his features at your actions does nothing to break you out of your haze and you watch him through half lidded eyes, captivated by him. “Baby,” He whispers, hand now sliding up so that he can brush his thumb against your lower lip. “Shouldn’t you be nicer to me?”

“I don’t know.” The brain fog you have from just looking at him makes it hard for you to think of any of your normal responses, and you fight to think of something to say. “Shouldn’t you be fucking me?”

“I don’t know.” Lucas repeats, dark eyes never once leaving yours. “Can you handle it?”

You push against him, your need to have the upper hand winning the battle in your mind to just submit and let him have his way. Lucas, intrigued, lets you switch positions so that it’s him pushed up against the wall. “Handle what? Disappointment?”

“Oh, baby.” Lucas murmurs, hands moving down your body so that he can squeeze at your waist, down to your hips. “The only thing to be disappointed in is yourself for not sleeping with me earlier.” He lifts you with ease, throwing you over his shoulder as he pushes off of the wall. An indignant squeak leaves you at the ease he lifts you with and he shushes you with a smack to the ass. “But fine. You wanna be a brat? You’re gonna get fucked like one.”

Gentle giant is often used to describe Lucas. You wouldn’t quite say that it’s accurate.

Not as he tosses you onto the bed like you’re nothing, crawling on top of you and kissing you deeply. Not as he commands the kiss so easily, taking everything that he wants and nothing less. And definitely not as his hand slides up under your dress, tugging at your panties so hard that they rip.

There’s no promises from him to buy you a new pair, or even an apology. Because this isn’t a gentle fuck. This is Lucas trying to prove a point to you. Or maybe it’s Lucas taking out all of his bottled up frustration and anger on you. Either way, it’s well deserved and if this is what being a nuisance gets you, you might just have to annoy him more often.

A cry leaves you when two of his fingers enter you, stretching you out deliciously enough that you have to break the kiss to suck in some oxygen. Your hands grasp desperately onto his shoulders, clinging to him like he’s your life line while he smirks, working his fingers into you knuckle-deep. “Feel good?”

“So good,” you arch against him in an attempt to feel him deeper, eyes rolling back when he brushes your g-spot at the same time that he starts rubbing your clit. “That’s so good, fuck. Why are your hands so nice?”

He laughs. “You like my hands?” His free hand moves to your throat when you nod. “Like them here?” You nod frantically.

“More.” You plead, grabbing his shoulders tighter and hoping he gets what you’re trying to say. He doesn’t disappoint.

The digits on your throat press a little tighter, gradually cutting off your oxygen supply. Your eyelids flutter and your mouth opens in a silent moan, all of the sensations running through you getting to be too much. The fuzziness in your brain is only amplified by your lack of air, the heat pooling in your belly burning red hot as Lucas plays your body like an instrument. And the way that he looks at you, like he wants to nothing more than destroy you...

Just as it’s getting to be too much, he releases the pressure on your neck. The sudden intake of oxygen, the feeling of his lips on your throat, his fingers speeding up inside of you- it’s all so overwhelming, feeling him around you like this. You’re helpless as you come, crying out his name and every other curse you can think of, gripping onto him as tightly as you can in an attempt to ground yourself from the immense pleasure running through you.

Lucas works you through your high, not stopping even when you shake with oversensitivity. He keeps going right until you gasp out his name, moan that you’re going to come again. You whine then, high in your throat, sounding desperate even to you. It makes Lucas smile. 

“Oh, baby.” He tsks, shakes his head. His large palm cups your cheek and his fingers prod at your lips, smile only growing when you take the digits into your mouth. “If you wanted to come again, you should’ve been a good girl.” “I am a good girl.” You sniff, finding the strength to glare at him. He laughs, rolling off of you to dig through the nightstand.

“You are? Then act like it.” He finds what he was looking for, the tearing of a condom filling the air, and turns back to you. “Hands and knees, baby. Show me how good you can be.”

The fabric of your dress is discarded while Lucas rolls the condom on and then you’re completely naked, feeling the softness of the blankets against you as you settle into his requested position. His hand comes down hard on your ass and you yelp, elbows nearly buckling. You manage to stay upright. “Come on baby, you can do better than that. Arch a little.” His hand is heavy on your lower back and he presses down until your body aches and you can’t physically bend anymore. “There we go.”

The head of his cock presses against your entrance, the teasing as he never pushes in enough to make you delirious with need. “Lucas, come on.” You groan, trying to fuck yourself back on him. “Put it in already.” “Where are your manners?” He scolds, sliding his cock through your folds, nudging your clit. You have pride, but not enough to torture yourself like this. It doesn’t take much to make you fold. “Fuck, Lucas, come on. Please fuck me.” When he doesn’t yield, you look back over your shoulder and pout. “Please? I need it so bad, I’ll do whatever you want.” “Whatever I want?” His smile is present in his voice and he laughs softly. “Oh baby, you’re going to regret that.” There’s no time to focus on his words because then he’s pushing into you, filling you up deliciously. He’s big, splitting you in half to the point where you can’t do anything but moan and wiggle around, trying desperately to accommodate his impressive size. Not that Lucas helps with that.

He doesn’t wait for you to adjust before he’s fucking into you, hips slamming against your ass and filling the room with the lewd sounds of skin on skin. Your arms shake with the difficulty of holding yourself up, giving out completely when his hand slides up between your shoulder blades and shoves you down to the mattress. 

“Fuck,” You sob out, jaw going slack at the pleasure threatening to drown you. Your hands grip at the sheets desperately, holding on for dear life as Lucas grips at your hips and uses that as leverage to fuck you even harder. The orgasm he’d built you towards earlier is racing towards you at full force and you clench around him, his name falling off of your tongue as a curse. “Don’t stop, don’t fucking stop. ‘M gonna come.” “Again?” His tone is mocking but he listens to you, fucking you at a constant speed, cock hitting deep inside of you. “Mhmm, you must’ve been really desperate for my cock if you’re coming this easily.”

It’s kind of true. You’ve always thought that Lucas was hot, especially when you riled him up, but this… This is something else entirely. This is something better than you ever could have imagined.

The intensity of your orgasm scares you and you mumble out curses that get lost in Lucas’s mouth when he turns your head to meet your mouth in a sloppy kiss that’s more tongue and teeth than anything. You kiss him back needily, only breaking the kiss when it gets to be too much. Your orgasm washes over you slowly, starting gently but building until it’s almost too much to handle, drowning you in it’s intensity. It leaves you feeling wiped out, your head spinning from the pleasure, body heavy with sleep. 

Lucas groans out your name as he comes, hips stuttering, teeth sinking into your shoulder to muffle his cries. The pain helps to ground you and you sigh out softly, hand moving behind you to stroke his hair. He languidly thrusts into you before pulling out, turning you over so that he can kiss you. 

This kiss is softer than the other ones, less rough and frantic and more caring, tender. He pulls away, thumb rubbing over your cheek bone, and smiles before pressing a kiss to your forehead. You feel cold without him on top of you and you grab a pillow to cuddle in his absence, watching as he shoots the condom at the trash can and misses. He laughs sheepishly and tosses it into the trash before leaping back into bed, wrapping himself around you. You snuggle into him gratefully, happy for the warmth. 

“We can’t stay in here for long.” You say, even as you have to force the words out through a yawn and can feel your eyelids drifting shut. “Xiaojun will kill us.” “I don’t think he’ll mind too much.” Lucas laughs, brushing some of your hair out of your face. “If he does, I’ll deal with it.” You laugh and shake your head.

“I can’t believe we’re cuddling. Fucking is one thing, but cuddling?”

Lucas pouts. “I mean, I can leave if you want.” He moves as if trying to get up and you whine in protest, snuggling even closer.

“No, I want you to stay.” Your face feels a little warm at the confession and you hope he can’t feel it. “You make a good pillow.” Lucas laughs in response, and it’s silent for a while until he speaks again. “You know y/n, you’re better than any award.” Lucas says, smiling softly. You’re about to call him cheesy or cringe at his sweetness, but he’s quick to follow up with an “I’ll still take the trophy, though.”

You try very hard not to tell him to shove the trophy up his ass.

#lucas smut #yukhei smut #nct smut #wayv smut #kpop smut #superm smut #lucas fic #nct fic #wayv fic #kpop fic #superm fic #i apologize if there are typos im like #half conscious writing this #the melatonin has kicked in im gonna go pass tf out #ill fix this in the morning if there are issues gn

[ickle-ronniekins]

it takes two

desc: when you make a stupid mistake, you can feel a shift in your friendships with your two best mates. so what better way to take care of things than to not mention anything to either of them at all? that is, until you’re bursting at the seams and need to get the story out, one way or another.

word count: 5.6k

warning(s): mentions and consumption of alcoholic beverages

A/N: something a little different. i still hope you all enjoy :) took me freaking forever to write this oi veigh. notes: my requests are still currently closed, i am merely working through the ones in my inbox. i do not give permission for my work to be reposted on any platforms.

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“Fred! Bloody hell, can’t you let me win just once?”

The common room was vibrating with chattering students. Across the table from you sat Fred with a rather smug look painted onto his face as if to say, Won again! You huffed dramatically; you’d been trying this entire term to beat him in a game of exploding snap and had yet to do so. You sulkily sank back into the couch and folded your arms across your chest, all while Fred just sat across from you and laughed. Just then, George plopped down next to you and thrust a goblet that was filled to the brim into your hands.

“Are you giving me this because I’ve lost to your git of a brother for the millionth time this year and need some reconciling?” You lowered your voice and your eyes to the goblet, the insides of it swirling with Gryffindor-deep crimson reds and oranges, the liquid that would course through your veins like a rapid fire.

“What’re you on about?” George asked, a sly smile creeping onto his face, “that’s butterbeer.”

You knew by the colour alone and the sheer burn in the back of your throat when you swallowed that it was definitely not butterbeer. Your eyes began to water at the sting. “Mhmm,”

“To answer your question, Y/N,” Fred dragged your name out a little bit longer than you would have liked, but he just adored teasing you, didn’t he? You narrowed your eyes at him as he relaxed back into the armchair, bringing the goblet of firewhisky to his lips, “no, I can’t let you win just once, I reckon. That wouldn’t be fair.” He then took a too-big-to-handle gulp, and began to cough from the burn of the alcohol.

“Fred, I swear to Merlin, could you be any less subtle, you idiot?” George sneered at his twin, grabbing for the goblet which Fred held above his head. George just sighed. “Can’t let the prefects see I’ve snuck this in.”

You giggled and shoved him. “Oh, you mean, your brother?”

The three of you peered across the common room to see Ron, Harry, Hermione and Ginny chatting away, Ron and Hermione’s shiny Prefects badges glistening on their robes. You shoved George playfully when he began to laugh.

“What? Ron wouldn’t tell. He’s too scared of us. It’s Hermione I’m worried about.”

You clinked your goblet with his and then with Fred’s and wiggled your eyebrows at the both of them. “Well then, boys, best make sure she doesn’t see, yeah?”

The three of you threw back more gulps and you reckoned it probably wasn’t the smartest thing to do, but the buzz of the party was making you abandon all logical thoughts.

You jumped up in surprise to find yourself still in your uniform from yesterday, but somehow tucked comfortably underneath the covers in your four poster. There were two perfect seconds where everything was fine and wonderful and lovely, until the haze above you lifted and you felt the very obnoxious thumping in your head when you turned toward your window and the sunlight nearly blinded you. Groaning, you pulled the covers back over your eyes and stayed in the dark until one of your mates began to yell that you were going to be late for breakfast.

You changed into new robes and tried to tame the wild animal that was your hair, but it was really no use, so you settled for pulling it back without accentuating your migraine. Sullenly, you dragged yourself away from bed, through the portrait hole, and down the steps toward the Great Hall.

It was all coming back in fuzzy little increments, wasn’t it? Last night. You grimaced when you remembered dancing and singing and playing exploding snap and giggling like mad all evening, like a little schoolgirl. The room had been buzzing with excited students and everyone was thoroughly enjoying their Sunday evening, despite the fact that Monday morning lessons loomed in the distance. Everything seemed to be better after some firewhisky, right? Blimey. The firewhisky. No wonder you had such an awful headache! That’s the last time you’d ever listen to Fred and George and -- oi. Bloody hell. Fred and George.

You were hit not only with another sharp pain through your skill, but with the overwhelming sensation of what exactly had happened. The truth. The painful, blinding, can’t-even-pretend-it-didn’t-happen truth.

And the truth was, of course, that you’d been so overpowered by your own giddiness mixed with the alcohol that you’d promptly danced the evening straight away and fell asleep uncomfortably in the armchair next to the fire quite early in the evening. One of them, one of the twins -- and which one, you didn’t know -- had taken it upon themselves to carry you from the common room and up to your dormitory before placing you safely in bed, all before you’d been too delirious to realize that you’d pulled him forward and kissed him. KISSED him.

But who was him exactly?

Your heart jumped into your throat, eager to escape, and you stopped short right in front of the Great Hall. How could you face them now? You didn’t even bloody know which one you’d embarrassed yourself in front of! Though, surely the one had told the other, so you reckoned you’d embarrassed yourself in front of them both at this point.

And then you saw him -- he had half of his body slung over the Gryffindor table, trying desperately to grab for the last bit of bacon Ron seemed to have snatched up. He flicked his red hair out of his eyes and took the final piece of toast off of Ron’s plate in an attempt to get his brother back for stealing the bacon from under his nose. And then a bright smile split his face as he sat back down, clearly satisfied with himself, and you knew right then and there that it had been him.

You’d kissed Fred, in a drunken, delirious state.

Your stomach grumbled. You knew that you desperately needed to eat, but you turned swiftly on your heel, away from the Great Hall, away from him, away from the mess that awaited you as you ignored it all and made way for the kitchens instead.

-- -

You felt as though you were walking on eggshells. You were conscious of every grin, every flutter of your eyelashes, every wave, every movement of your own so as not to come off a certain way.

There was no way you’d be able to avoid the two of them without rising suspicion, so you told yourself you’d go on as normal and only think or speak on the entire ordeal if one of them brought it up. It was proving rather difficult though, to not think on it at least. But it had been a week and thankfully, neither of them had brought it up to you. Fred and George continuously sent you winks across classrooms and teased you mercilessly, but this was nothing new; however, each and every time they said your name with an upward inflection, a question perched on their lips, you felt your heart constrict a little.

Why was this having such an effect on you? It’s not like you fancied Fred, or either one of them, for that matter.

But the butterflies that danced around in your stomach each and every time you saw him made you question everything you thought you knew about your heart. Were you only feeling this wave of nervousness because of the kiss-that-shouldn’t-have-been, or because you were actually developing feelings for him? And if you were developing feelings for him, were they genuine, or were they only because you’d kissed him? Or perhaps, maybe the kiss meant nothing in that it was simply just a kiss, a drunken, silly mistake. OI VEIGH. You internally scolded yourself for thinking in circles.

One particularly bad day, you’d been gawking. There was no other way of describing what you’d been doing. You were straight up staring, but not in an “I love you, let’s get married” type of way, but rather, “I need to look at you for a moment to see if these feelings I’m feeling are real or I’m just kidding myself” way. Of course, Fred couldn’t tell the difference, so when he caught you watching him attempt to cut bits of gurdyroot into five equal pieces, he smirked at you and asked, “Like what you see?”

You coughed in surprise on the air you were breathing and sat up a bit straighter. “Just watching your technique,” you blurted out, which didn’t sound any less pathetic, you reckoned. You just couldn’t wait to get out of the dungeons and back to the common room to stick your nose in a book and escape to someone else’s world for a bit.

But blimey, this was driving you mad. You hadn’t told anyone of this little adventure, had you? You thought about possibly consulting Ginny, though discussing the idea of you snogging one of her brothers probably wouldn’t be high on her priority list. Then you thought perhaps Hermione, who was always of a sound mind, but then you’d have to admit to the firewhisky and that wouldn’t benefit anyone. Then the possibility of Harry caught your attention, because he was always getting himself into conundrums, wasn’t he? He was probably an expert on damage control about now. Though when it came to romance, he was kind of awkward, so perhaps he wasn’t the best person to consult either.

You were nearly bursting at the seams with this story -- you just needed to get it off of your chest, you needed to be told that you weren’t crazy and that it was totally okay to be questioning these things you were feeling. But you hadn’t had enough time to find an appropriate confidant, which resulted in you spilling your guts to the absolute worst.

“I kissed him!”

In a moment of horror, your eyes widened and you brought your hands to your mouth in surprise, because you couldn’t believe you’d just said the words out loud. All it had been this whole time was a thought, right? Perhaps even a dream. Maybe you’d been imagining it the entire time. But now, saying it out loud, you realized that what had happened that evening was as real as the befuddled boy standing across from you.

Poor George arched an eyebrow and pressed his lips together to keep from laughing, you could tell. You began to shake your head and lift a finger, but he just took a step forward, his eyes softened now, as if to say, It’ll be alright, you know.  “Wait, Y/N --”

“Erm --” you were finding it really difficult to string together coherent sentences, because you weren’t exactly sure what you’d like to say. I may or may not be mad for your brother? I kissed him that one time when I was delirious and he hasn’t said anything and now I’m confused? So instead, you opted for, “Can we just -- go ahead and forget I’ve ever said anything?”

The grounds were absolutely bloody freezing -- the snow was coming down quite heavily now, everything already covered in a blanket of white, and you watched George shiver as he pulled his scarf tighter around his neck. Yet you felt as if your entire soul was on fire.

You noticed though, that he didn’t look surprised; Fred must’ve told him. You felt crimson red flush your cheeks and you so very much wanted to bury yourself underneath the covers of your bed in your dorm. Unfortunately for you, though, you had lessons soon. “Fred’s told you already, hasn’t he?”

“No, no, he didn’t,” George replied, eager to make sure you knew the truth.

“Reckon you think I’m out of my bloody mind, don’t you?”

“I thought that long before this whole debacle.”

You punched him square in the arm and he recoiled jokingly. “Ha haaaa,” you told him before dropping your head into your hands and groaning. When you finally had the courage to lift your head, you met George’s gaze and watched as the wind rustled his hair and snowflakes landed all over his robes. He peered at you sympathetically. “Can we just... please don’t tell Fred you know anything. If he hasn’t told you, I reckon he’s trying to repress it -- you know, kind of like a nightmare you don’t wish to remember!” George snorted at your attempt at making fun of yourself. “Or -- I dunno, maybe you could help me figure out how to broach the subject with him -- or maybe --”

George placed gentle hands onto your shoulders. “Oi, you really haven’t a clue what you’d like to do about this, d’you?”

You shook your head embarrassingly and started to groan again.

“Tell you what,” George said, gesturing for you two to head back inside the castle, “you think on it, and if you need any help, let me know. Once you come to a decision, I’ll help you execute a plan, and for the time being, this stays between us. Deal?”

For the first time in nearly a week, you felt somewhat better. You took a rather deep breath and let the cold, winter air fill your lungs before exhaling and letting your muscles de-tense. Your heart fluttered at his kindness, and the tenderness in his eyes as he watched you. “Thanks, George, I appreciate it.”

Then you picked up a huge wad of snow and threw it straight at him until he was pummeling you, too.

-- -

He winked at you just as you rolled your eyes and walked across the classroom and plopped yourself in the seat beside his. He smirked a bit, as if to say, Fancy meeting you here.

You glanced up toward the ceiling for no reason other than to not look directly at him for a moment. With your heart thundering dramatically in your chest, you internally sent out a plea to the universe, who apparently found it rather funny to pair you and Fred together in nearly every single lesson. What’ve I done to deserve this type of internal agony?

“Wow, together again,” Fred teased as he pulled out his spellbook from his bag. Then he threaded his brows together and thought for a moment, as if he was concentrating his hardest on a scientific discovery, “Don’t you find it kind of odd that we’ve been paired together in nearly every class? I mean, blimey, it’s as if our professors are trying to get the two of us to date or something.”

A lump appeared in your throat at the word date, and you swallowed to try and dislodge it. “Yeah,” you replied breathlessly, a nervous laugh escaping you, “odd.”

A few weeks ago, you would’ve been delighted to have been paired with Fred. Not because you were in love with him or anything, but because he was one of your best mates, wasn’t he? And now, as you inched as far away as you possibly could from him without looking suspicious, you felt a shift in your friendship -- a crack, if you will, that, as the days went on and you became more and more uncomfortable around him because of the secret you held close to you, seemed to be growing larger and the distance between you both bigger.

You had to admit, though, the two of you were pretty great together. Not in that way, but just as partners, as equals. As friends. Which is what you’d always been. Fred had this way about him that made even the most dreadful of lessons seem lighter, and you reckoned you could do far worse than having him as your partner. You wouldn’t want to be paired with a dreadful Slytherin in Potions now, would you? You made a mental note to thank the universe later and take back what you said about the agony thing.

“Right,” Fred began one afternoon as the two of you swiftly made your way up from the dungeons to the common room, “so I reckon we should probably meet sometime soon so we can get started on this dreadful assignment for Snape, so I’ll just cancel with Lee and George. What d’you say? This weekend?”

Your breath got caught in your throat when you realized that Fred wanted to cancel plans with his best mates to spend time with you, albeit, working on assignment for Snape. But it wasn’t due for a week! “Fred, you don’t have to do that --”

George appeared around the corner and waved at the two of you before making his way through the seat of students. Meanwhile, Fred just waved you off. “Nonsense. It’s no big deal. Not trying to get away from me, are you?” He smirked at you.

“Of course not,” you replied. George appeared in front of you both, immediately engaging Fred in some conversation that you were sure was centered around some type of mischief they were looking to get into, but the blood pounding in your ears seemed to drown everything out around you.

You hated this. There was no getting around it. Why had you stupidly kissed Fred? Why was your subconscious trying to make you fall in love when you had other pressing matters, like exams and things? And why had the universe caused this wedge between you and your two best friends in the entire world?

Fingers snapped in front of your eyes and everything came back into focus. George laughed breathlessly, “You alright? Zoned out there for a moment,”

“Not dreaming about working on that assignment with me, are you? Have got a few more days until then, I’m afraid.” Fred teased. You swallowed and watched as George’s eyes shifted from his brother’s to yours.

You were able to produce somewhat of a laugh and punched Fred in the arm, a little two hard, because the boys just peered from one another to you, with confused types of grins on their faces. “Hilarious, Freddie. I’ve -- I’ve just remembered that I’ve got another assignment to finish up, so I’m going to head to the library -- but I’ll see you both later!”

And before either of the twins could convince you to come with them back to the common room to take a break, you sped off toward the library, trying with all of your might to catch your breath that seemed to have been stolen away.

-- -

You vowed after that night in the library that you were not going to let Fred get to you, no matter what. You told yourself to stay calm and grounded and to push aside whatever happened. To focus on what was in front of you. There was absolutely no point in getting worked up when it had obviously meant nothing to him, for he still hadn’t mentioned it. Who knows? Perhaps you’d also apologized in your delirious state, and he played it off. You just needed to move forward. And if your feelings were true, and it was meant to be, it would happen, wouldn’t it? The two of you.

You’d done a surprisingly good job of keeping your promise to yourself.

You found yourself falling back into your old routine. Each and every time Fred teased you or sent a wink your way, you merely rolled your eyes, reminding yourself that this was his normal behaviour and that there was absolutely no reason for you to read into it. He didn’t act overly flirty, he didn’t try and hold your hand or hug you or anything -- in fact, now that you were less focused on the entire ordeal, you came to realize that he was showing no signs that anything had happened at all.

You were busy in the common room, flipping furiously through a copy of the Daily Prophet, when the twins dropped their belongings and fell onto the couch across from you.

Without looking up, you could feel them both smirking at you. “I am not engaging in any type of firewhisky-related activity with you two again,” you told them straightforwardly.

“Why,” Fred teased, “because you’re worried about doing something you’ll regret again?”

Your heart nearly stopped beating at those few words. You froze and lifted your head; Fred was peering at you as though nothing was out of the ordinary, and George was looking back and forth between the two of you, looking as though he was ready to jump in with something if you needed him too.

“W-what d’you mean?” you asked tentatively, though you weren’t sure you wanted him to answer.

This was it, you reckoned. He was going to bring it up and then it’ll be out there in the open for the three of you to mull over; you’ll become awkward and uncomfortable around them both and that’ll be the new normal. Absolutely bloody fabulous.

Fred shrugged, as if it were obvious. “Your one woman show was quite the entertainment, you know.”

Oh. That you remembered. You breathed a deep sigh of relief, but then realized as the twins began to laugh that you weren’t exactly off the hook. It wasn’t the kiss they’d been discussing, but you reckoned that singing obnoxiously in the common room was probably just as embarrassing.

“No matter,” Fred said, “We haven’t even got any on us. Now if you’d both excuse me, I’ve got to go and ask that lovely lady out on a date. She’s been rejecting me for weeks, but I know she’ll come round.” He straightened his tie as if he were off to a business meeting and stood up, sending you and George bright grins before he went off to the other end of the common room to where Angelina was sitting reading a book. “Wish me luck.”

You watched with furrowed brows as Fred waltzed over to her, looking positively chuffed and confident, his aura of confidence engulfing the room entirely. He sat down next to her and you felt your heart begin to thunder against your ribcage; you realized now that you wanted to know the answer to Fred’s proposal probably more so than he did. And when, inevitably, Angelina rolled her eyes in a teasing sort of way but nodded her head in agreement as her eyes sparkled, you were surprised at the feelings swirling in your stomach.

It wasn’t sadness, or heartbreak, or confusion at all.

What you felt, in actuality, was relief.

You knew deep down that you didn’t love him, and thank Merlin he didn’t love you, too.

When he pulled Angelina to her feet and guided her toward the portrait hole, he looked over toward you and George and sent a wink as he bit down on his bottom lip, and for the first time in weeks, the eye roll you sent him back was genuine, and you finally felt as though you had your best mate back.

Once Fred was gone and completely out of earshot, you jumped up excitedly and began to shake George by the shoulders. “Blimey, woman, what has gotten into you?” he asked through a laugh.

“George, don’t you see?” you pleaded with him. “Clearly, whatever the bloody hell came over me doesn’t matter to Fred, because he’s sought out Ange instead! And it doesn’t matter to me either -- all those feelings I thought I had were merely because I was a nervous wreck due to the mistake I’d made. It was all in my head, wasn’t it? The feelings, I mean,” you rushed to continue when you noticed George’s confused features, “or whatever they were. Reckon I can just forget about that kiss now.” You sank comfortably into the couch, feeling as though a huge weight had finally been lifted off of your shoulders after having carried it around for bloody months, and you picked up your copy of the Daily Prophet again, reading giddily.

George leaned forward in the armchair, pressing his elbows into his knees. “You’re just going to forget about the entire thing?”

“Well, I don’t see why I’ve got to harp on it anymore, you know? Besides, I’ve got so many other things to focus on,” you told him before folding up your news clipping and setting it down on the table. “Speaking of all those things I need to do, I’d like to avoid them for the evening. What d’you say we break curfew and head down to the Quidditch pitch? I’d really like to give you a run for your money, Weasley.”

You noticed the mischievous glint in his eyes, and he was up and back from the boys dormitory with his broomstick before you could second guess yourself. You felt yourself blush when he said, “Whatever makes you happy. But I’ve got to warn you, I’m absolutely going to crush you out there.”

You pulled a thick scarf around your neck and scoffed before hopping through the portrait hole. “In your dreams, mate.”

-- -

You both landed dramatically on the couch after spending far too much time out in the cold. You wondered if your nose and ears were going to turn permanently red, and you rubbed your hands together as you inched closer toward the fire.

“You may have gotten me that time,” you told George, who was slowly sipping his steaming hot tea, “but it’s only because I’ve had an off few weeks. Now that everything’s back to normal though, I’ll be able to kick your arse just like you deserve.”

“Easy there,” he replied, and though his voice was soft, it echoed throughout the desolate common room, “don’t go getting any ideas. Haven’t you heard that Fred and I are the greatest beaters Gryffindor has ever seen?”

You actually snorted. “Right, okay, sure -- whatever helps you sleep at night.”

You realized then just how tired you actually were. You sank back into the couch and closed your eyes for just a moment; if you gave yourself a few minutes, you knew that you’d be absolutely out cold and probably snoring. You giggled a bit at the thought -- it’s no wonder Fred didn’t fall in love with you!

You heard George laugh a little too, and his voice was quiet in your ears. “Come on, Y/N, it’s nearly one -- let’s get to bed.”

And then you bolted forward, just like you had the morning after drinking all of that firewhisky. Realization hit you like a ton of bricks; next to you, George froze, a bit confused by your jolt, and you just peered at him, reliving it all over again.

Come on then, let’s get you to bed, Y/N.

It was the way he said your name, both that evening and tonight, filled with such tenderness and care that you’d be able to recognize it anywhere, easily pick it out of a lineup. You wouldn’t forget it for as long as you lived.

George threaded his brows together and shook his head slightly, as if to say, Are you alright?

And before you could let yourself figure out a better way of doing this, you breathed out, “It was you.”

His features twisted from confusion to nervousness, and then to relief. His face was flushed red, but you couldn’t tell if it was from the cold air or the fact that he was remembering, and reliving it all with you.

It was George that you’d kissed that night, not Fred.

It was evident that he didn’t know what to say. He parted his lips, as if he were going to open his mouth and speak, but nothing happened. You laughed a bit at how bloody stupid you’d been, and then grinned sympathetically at him. “It was you, the whole time.”

You wondered how you’d missed it, how you’d assumed it was Fred. And then, as George tentatively inched forward and placed his hand on top of yours, that all those feelings of butterflies and nervousness and heart-stopping moments hadn’t been because of Fred at all.

Whenever Fred had said something cheeky and your heart began to race, it was only because you’d caught George peering at you first.

When you stumbled over your words that time in a lesson, when Fred had jokingly told you that he thought your professors were trying to get you two to date, it was only because your head and heart subconsciously yearned for his twin instead.

And when your heart had started to race that day on the snow-covered grounds, at the idea of telling Fred anything at all, it was actually because of the tenderness in George’s eyes as he promised to not say a word to anyone.

“Why -- why didn’t you say anything?” you asked him.

It was so odd to see him so nervous; he and Fred were the most confident people in the bloody world, weren’t they? George sucked in a breath and you felt yourself tighten the grip around his hands as he spoke his own truth. “I dunno... you were so tired that night and so I figured it was just a mistake. But then you got all weird around us and so I figured perhaps not. Then you went and thought it was Fred and confided in me that one day... I just didn’t want to scare you away. You were so upset and confused and I didn’t want to worsen it. I figured you’d come to the realization on your own -- or, I hoped you would.”

You bit down on your lip and continued to laugh; you had felt so embarrassed by the idea of telling Fred when you thought it was him, but with George, it felt okay.

“Look,” he continued, squeezing your hands, “I’m not really sure where you’re at right now -- I mean, blimey, we’ve been best mates for years, haven’t we? If you’d like to forget the entire thing and go back to normal, then I -- I can do that.” He paused for a moment to consider the look in your eyes. He sucked in another breath, as if more oxygen in his lungs would give him the courage to continue. “I just... I don’t know if I want to.”

He was lucky then, because you didn’t know if you wanted to either. Perhaps it wasn’t the firewhisky that made you abandon all rational -- perhaps it was George and the way he made you feel -- because you pushed aside all what if’s and grabbed him by the collar of his shirt and pulled him closer to you before gently brushing your lips over his. His surprise lasted about two seconds before he melted into you completely, and it was as if the feeling of his lips moving slowly against yours brought back all recognition from that night. Of course it had been him -- the faint taste of cinnamon and vanilla transported you right back.

When you broke apart, you both hovered close to one another for a moment before looking at one another and beginning to laugh at the ridiculousness of the entire ordeal. You pressed your lips together and said, “Normal’s overrated anyway, isn’t it?” He nodded and brought your hands to his lips. “Go to Hogsmeade with me.”

“What?”

“Tomorrow,” you told him straightforwardly, “I’ve been dying to head into Zonko’s. Then let’s grab lunch and a drink at the pub. No firewhisky, though." You both laughed.

He smirked at you and you watched as the fire reflected in his eyes burned brighter. “Did you just ask me out on a date?”

“That depends,” you replied, somehow feeling even more confident than before, “are you going to say yes?”

“Of course I’m going to say yes.”

You pulled him to his feet and he pulled you into an embrace; you wondered again how you’d gone on so bloody long not realizing it had been him who you’d kissed. You thought about apologizing for it, though you just squeezed your eyes shut and leaned your head against his chest, and you realized that he’d somehow be able to hear all of the unspoken words inside of you. Thank you for being so kind about all of this, you’d say. He pulled you tighter toward him and he pressed a kiss to your hair. I care about you too much not to be anything but that.

You both stepped apart. Awkwardly, you began to fumble with the strings on your sweater and George ran a hand nervously through his hair. This was going to be so strange, wasn’t it? Dating your best friend. Though as odd as the prospect seemed, you thought for a moment why you two hadn’t been doing this the entire time.

“Erm, so, tomorrow,” George stumbled a bit, walking with you toward the steps up to the girls’ dormitory. “Lunch, yeah?”

“Yeah,” you agreed, feeling overly giddy as he leaned in and pressed a kiss to your cheek. “Tomorrow.”

Just as you were both headed up to your respective dormitories, George turned and said your name and stopped you. “Yeah?” you asked.

He shook his head slightly and furrowed his brows. “You know I’m only joking, right? It was Fred that night.”

Hot, bubbly panic took you over at those words, but then the git began to laugh hysterically and so you tossed a throw pillow directly at him and it hit him square in the head. For Merlin’s sake, these two you were going to drive you bloody mad.

“In that case, I won’t be seeing you for lunch tomorrow,” you called in a sing-song type of voice before heading up the steps.

You were right at the door of your dormitory when you heard George laughing still. “Aw, come on Y/N, I know that’s not true. You find me far too irresistible. I’ll see you tomorrow, love.”

You bit down on your lip to suppress a giggle. You’d have been really bloody angry had he not been so right about the irresistible thing.

“I’ll be sure to bring Fred along, too.”

“Weasley!”

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