#i sparkle a bit now n i find it incredibly endearing

[allthelovehes]

Harry takes a fan home

Summary: Harry takes a fan to his hotel room after his concert and treats her real good. 

Pairing: Harry Styles x fan!reader

Word count: 4.3K

Warnings: Unprotected sex. Pls wrap it before you tap it. I just don’t like writing about it in the heat of the moment. Cursing. Oral (male receiving). P in V. Spanking.

A/N:  I wrote this one shot years and years ago but I felt like it needed some extra spice. So I rewrote the entire thing nearly doubling the story in size. I say it’s a big improvement.

As the big Harry Styles fan you are, you arrived at the venue at 5 in the morning. It’s been a long day of waiting but so worth it as you made it all the way to the very front of the stage, holding tight onto that barrier. During the entire show you sang as loud as you could, dancing with the people around you, laughing at all of Harry’s jokes, basically just having the time of your life. 

You’re wearing a sparkly top with bright blue high waisted pants. Showing off all your curves. Completing your look with some sunflower shaped glasses. Harry can’t help but look at you every now and then. Imagining how it must be like to talk to you. You seem like the life of the party.

After the show ended, you stuck around a bit longer to see if there’s any guitar picks or drum sticks left on the floor. But secretly you simply hoped Harry would come out to help the crew clean up. Just for you to catch one more glimpse of him. It wasn’t until staff members of the venue politely asked you to leave because it’s time for them to clean up.

You walk out of the venue with your head hanging until you feel a hand grasp you by the wrist, getting you to a hold. As the fingers slip off of your wrist, you turn around. You can’t see much as it’s dark outside but the man is wearing a big oversized hoodie with the hood up, sweat shorts and a baseball cap.

“Do you mind staying just a little bit longer?” You hear a familiar voice. And that’s when you realise Harry is the one stopping you in your tracks. You feel numb, not knowing what to say. You simply nod and take a few steps in his direction.

He grabs your hand this time. Together you head back into the venue as he makes small talk. Asking your name, where you’re from, how you liked the show and just simple things to get to know you.

“Are you okay with coming back to my hotel?” Harry asks as if you weren’t nervous enough. “Uhm, yes, sure.” You answer nearly in a whisper. Harry smiles, thinking you are incredibly cute.

The car stops in front of his hotel. There are a couple of fans waiting for him at the front door. Harry notices the shock on your face. Realising you might not want to be seen around here. 

“If you want to, we can go in separately and ask the driver to drop you off around the corner so no one will know you’re here?” He asks you as he gently strokes your wrist. You shake your head as you look outside once more. “I think it will be fine.” You say as you smile up to him. His eyes sparkle in the dim lighting making your tummy twist and turn. 

Harry gets out and walks around the car. Opening the door where you are patiently waiting for him as he instructed you. You get out and Harry’s hand immediately finds yours. He ups his pace and walks into the hotel with you right behind him. He greets the hotel staff sitting at the front desk as the both of you make your way to the elevator. He presses the button of the 8th, and therefore top-, floor.

The elevator shoots up quickly and dings when it comes to a stop. The doors open. Harry looks you in the eye with a slight smile on his face. “Follow me.” He says in the most endearing way imaginable. He holds out his hand for you to grab again and leads you into the right side of the hallway. He holds his keycard to the door at the end of the long corridor marked with ‘presidential suite’. Suddenly you feel more nerves kick in as you realise you’ll be locked in a room with the one in only in just a few seconds from now.

The room is big, even bigger than you expected. When you enter the room you’re located in a small hallway-like space. There is room for coats and suitcases and there is a spacious half bath to your right. If you continue to walk ahead you would enter the living space with a ginormous cornered sofa. There is a room divider in the middle which has a cute lit fireplace and a tv right above it. On the other side of the wall is a king sized bed and an en suite bathroom with a big bubble bath and fancy double rain shower.

You look around the hotel room with big eyes. “Holy shit, this is so pretty.” You flap out, shocked at your curse words. “Sorry, that was rude”. You add which only makes Harry laugh as he lets you wander around the room. 

“It’s fiiine.” He says dragging out the i with a chuckle. “Would you like something to drink?” You look back at him. He’s standing near the mini fridge with a bottle of white wine in his hand. 

“Oh! I would love that.” You exclaim. You could use a little bit of liquid courage.

Harry pours two glasses and sets them on the coffee table. You both sit down and relax into the big couch. Harry’s knee lightly brushes against yours as he repositions his body to be fully facing you. His touch shoots electricity through your body. 

“Do you have a boyfriend?” He asks after half an hour of basic questions. You tell him no to which he scooches closer to you and wraps an arm around your shoulders. “So you don’t mind me doing this?” He asks soft and low as his fingers gently caress over your shoulder. You shake your head no to tell him you don’t mind and smile. The both of you had gotten comfortable around each other. He stares right into your eyes for what feels like an eternity. 

“You are very beautiful. I’ve been watching you all night in the front row. Singing along to every song I sang.” He whispers, making you shiver. You can’t take this any longer.

You rest my hand in his neck and twirl some curls around your fingers. Harry closes his eyes and takes a deep breath. He is clearly enjoying the feeling of his hair being moved around as the softest moan escapes his lips. His face inches closer to yours as he connects his eyes to yours. They are filled with lust and give your confidence a boost. His lips hover over yours for a few seconds until you add a little more pressure to your hand in his neck pulling him closer to you.

His soft warm lips finally touch yours. You’re completely paralysed for a split second. His lips move carefully against yours and you feel your bottom lip being sucked into his mouth. A soft whimper leaves your lips. Harry’s face is plastered with a mischievous smirk as he lets go of your lip. 

Your hand finds its way deeper into his curls and you tug lightly, receiving a throaty moan from him. Harry places his empty hand on your hip and pulls you closer. Both your legs are on each side of his lap, not breaking the kiss even once.

His hands are on my back right in between the top of my pants and the hem of my top. Mentally you’re thanking yourself for not choosing the jumpsuit you thought about wearing instead. One of his hands trails up, under your top, to pull you closer to his chest. He swirls his tongue around yours in the most passionate way you’ve ever experienced.

Being at his concert, finally seeing him in the flesh and up close, got you wet already. But this is causing your panties to be drenched.

The hand left on your back carefully travels down and he grasps your right butt cheek with those big hands of his. A whimper escapes your lips as you involuntarily buck your hips. He gets up with you in his arms and breaks the kiss with yet another smirk on those pretty pink lips. 

“I hope you’re in for a nice, steamy shower.” He says slow and raspy. It’s not even a question. Just a small warning for you to know what’s going to happen. But you are ready to fully give yourself to him. His voice alone causes shivers to run through your body, let alone what his touches do for you.

He places you down on the countertop next to the sink. Kissing you before he fully lets go of you.

“Sit tight.” He tells you as he steps away from you, fingers lingering on your knee to keep his touch on you for as long as possible. He steps into the shower to turn on both faucets so they will be nice and warm to welcome you in a minute. 

He swiftly makes his way back to you and presses his body fully against yours. Reconnecting your lips. He moans deeply as your lips reunite. His big hand finds its way to your neck to pull you closer. Your fingers tangle themselves with his curls as soon as possible, tugging lightly. 

“You like ‘em don’t you?” He basically growls at you mentioning his curls. The colour of his eyes turned two shades darker right when you jerk a bit harder at his hair.

Harry puts both his hands on your bottom to place you on both your feet. His body presses you against the cold tiling of the wall and his kisses move from your lips, along your jaw, down to your neck. He uses his lips and teeth to suck and pull on your skin, driving you absolutely insane.

Harry takes off his shirt in one swift motion. Revealing all of his tattoos on his stomach and arms. Your hand reaches for his chest to touch it but he swats your hand away. 

“Not yet.” He growls and grabs you by your throat with one hand before he roughly starts kissing you again. 

He stops and looks at you with lust in his eyes. He takes off your top and sighs when he finds out you are not wearing a bra. Soon your pants fall to the floor leaving you in just these lacy black panties. His eyes travel from your panties to where his hand is placed on your boob. The way he looks at you gives you so much confidence. You step closer to his body, your hands unbuckle his belt and your lips are once again found on his.

You pull his pants down and palm his throbbing cock through his gray boxers. A low grunt falls from his lips. Harry couldn’t wait to get your panties off so he pulls them down with both hands kissing your up your leg and belly as he comes back up. You felt insecure for a split second but Harry’s soft kisses and touches make you feel all better. 

The only clothing item left are his boxers and you are happy to get rid of them as soon as he’s standing back on both his feet. His cock springs free as you pull his boxers down. You have dreamed about this moment for so long, thinking it would never happen.

“You look even better than I imagined.” You admit. And the only thing Harry does is smirk. 

“You’ve been thinking about me like that?” He questions with a soft moan. As if it wasn’t obvious.

“Only all the time.” You reply and his lips crash back onto yours.  

After a couple more open mouthed kisses, Harry takes your hand in his and leads you to the shower like a real gentleman. 

“I hope the water isn’t too hot for you.” He looks at you with questioning eyes and you shake your head no. You like the steam and the burning feeling of the hot water touching your skin makes you go feral.

Once you’re both positioned underneath the water stream, Harry wraps his arms around your body. Taking a moment to enjoy the feeling of your body against his. In a response, you wrap your arms around his torso and lay your head on his shoulder. You hum as you enjoy the moment and the safety of his arms. 

The moment doesn’t last too long as one of his hands finds its way to your butt again and squeezes firm into the flesh. Sweet kisses are being placed in the crook of your neck, his tongue licking over your already wet skin. Soft, quiet moans escape your lips. 

“Just touch me already, Harry.” You moan, being slightly surprised at your own words. Harry looks at you, smiling. 

“Getting a little eager now, are we?” His voice is cocky and you chuckle nervously. 

“Turn around.” He commands and you listen without thinking twice. His fingers slide over your butt, down to your soaking wet core. With his other hand, he pulls you closer to himself causing his hard on to be pressed against your lower back while his fingers carefully slide up and down your slit. He teases you, making you whimper underneath his touch.

Not much later, his thumb finds your most sensitive nub. Adding just the right amount of pressure. You let your head fall back against him, resting on his chest. You close your eyes in full bliss, moans and whimpers filling the bathroom.

Harry is wasting no time and puts two of his digits inside of you. Receiving your first open mouthed moan of the night. He pushes his fingers in as far as he can reach and moves his fingertips back and forth, hitting your g-spot. His thumb is still going around your clit. 

“Feels good, hm?” He growls. You moan as an answer, moving your hips to meet his thrusts. 

“Answer me, love.” He demands. 

“Feels so,” You start but cut yourself off by a moan. “Good.” You finally manage to get out.

Harry pulls his hand away from you and makes you turn around again so you’re facing him. His soft pink lips are finally back on yours. Your hands are resting in his neck holding him close before you carefully let them slide down his chest. One finger traces his left bird tattoo before you let that hand slide further down, gently brushing over his hardened nipple. He lets out a loud moan into your mouth. Making you want to do it again. Only this time you’re not as gentle and pinch his nipple between your thumb and pointer finger. 

“Oh my god.” He moans and kisses you sloppy. His tongue is all over a place. Both of his hands raise you up so your core is positioned right above his hurting cock, his tip pressed against you. 

In a reflex, you wrap your legs around his waist and your arms keep a hold around his shoulders. 

“Tell me how many times you dreamed about fucking me?” He asks. He holds you up with his left arm and uses his right hand to slide the reddened tip up and down your slit. 

“Oh god,” You moan. “Too many times.” You add, going feral of the feeling of his dick against your aching cunt. Harry doesn’t seem satisfied with your answer and stops his movements in between your legs. 

“Fucking you is all I ever thought about.” You half moan and nibble on his ear. Seemingly satisfying Harry as he pushes the tip of his cock inside of you before he pulls out again. And continue to slide it up and down between your wet folds. 

“It might be your lucky day then.” He whispers before he licks and sucks on your ear. 

“I’m going to fuck this tight pussy of yours until you forget everything but my name.” He growls. God, have mercy. 

“Want to make me scream?” You tease him. “I bet you can.” You add which is enough for him to slam his dick deep into your tight hole. Both of his hands are now holding you up by your bum, squeezing firmly. You let out a loud moan, not being able to keep it in since he doesn’t give you any time to adjust to his size. 

“Well, that was easy.” He grunts as he keeps slamming his dick up into you. Your hands are still in his neck playing with the ends of his wet hair. 

“I’m gonna find all of your sweet spots, baby.” He groans into your ear making you moan loudly again. You’ve never been this loud, but the things he does to you make you unable to keep your mouth shut.

His thrusts are slowing down and he puts you back onto the floor. 

“Turn around and bend over.” He demands and you do so without thinking. 

“Put your hands on the wall. You’re going to need some support.” He advices. Your hands touch the tiled wall and you move your bum from left to write to tease him. His hand suddenly lands on your ass cheek with a loud smack, making you squeal. You didn’t see that one coming.

He lines himself up and slides his tip in between your folds. The fucking tease. He slowly and gently pushes himself into you, drawing a long and loud moan from your lips. 

“You’re such a good girl.” He moans as he starts speeding up his pace.

“Please, spank me again.” You beg. Harry keeps thrusting into you but ignores you. 

“God Harry. Spank me!” You yell and so he does. His big palm smacks against your cheek again. The pain shoots through your body but turns into pure pleasure within seconds. 

“More.” I whine. 

His hand slaps me hard for the third time and squeezes firmly into my skin. You moan his name loudly, echoing in his bathroom. He is definitely leaving some marks on you.

“You really like being slapped, don't you?” He asks. 

“It feels so fucking good.” You weep. As a reward to your full answer he smacks his hand against your butt twice in a row sending you in an absolute bliss. You turn your head around to look him desperately in his eyes. He bends forward so he can kiss you on your lips. Both of his hands rest on your boobs, massaging them. 

He stands up straight again, squeezing one hand into your butt as the other snakes around your hips to connect his fingers with your clit. As he massages your sensitive nub, your moans become louder and your stomach grows tighter. 

If even possible, his hips thrust forward even harder, filling the room with the sound of wet skin slapping against each other, alongside loud moans. Harry hits all the right places inside of you and he feels you tensing up around him. 

“Don’t you dare cum until I tell you so.” He says as his hand on my ass lets go to grip my hair and he tugs at it harshly. 

“You’re such a good little slut for me.” He moans, nearly sending you over the edge. It takes every bit of you to remain yourself as this incredibly good feeling starts to build up in the lowest part of your stomach. You move your hips back into him, meeting his thrusts every single time

“Fuck, Harry, please let me come.” You beg loudly. But he tells you it is not the time for you to feel good yet. He pulls out and rubs his dick up and down your slit once more. He is back to teasing but it gives you some time to calm down. 

“Okay, listen carefully. I’m going to slam my cock into you in a few seconds. And I am not going to be gentle. You’re allowed to cum from the moment I say so, do you understand?” He says. His voice is sending shivers down your spine. 

“Y/N, do you understand?” He asks again and I moan in return knowing he wants a verbal answer but to your surprise, a sharp feeling is sent through your stomach when he thrusts his hips against mine with no mercy. He thrusts faster and harder than he did before.

“Oh God, Harry. You’re so big.” You scream, you can’t keep yourself silent anymore. Fuck hotel neighbours. You simply don't even care anymore. He keeps pounding into you for a while before his fingers find your clit again and he finally speaks up. 

“I want you to come all over my cock.” He moans. “Get me all wet, love.”His thrusts are getting sweeter, more gentle, as if it is all about you now.

The sweet feeling in your stomach starts building up again. Harry’s empty hand travels over my back and down to your breast to roll your nipple in between his fingers, retrieving some whimpers from your desperate mouth. His lips are moving all over your neck and shoulders, kissing, licking and nibbling on your skin. 

“Fuck, Harry!” You moan loud as you cum all over his cock. Harry thrusts himself into you a few more times rather carefully before he pulls out.

He pumps his length in his hand.

“Go sit on your knees.” He tells you to and you do exactly as you’re told. He helps you get down so you’re positioned next to the water streams, not wanting to drown you. 

“Now, open your pretty mouth like a good girl.” He demands as he steps closer to you, still pumping up and down. 

You part your lips and take the tip of his dick in your mouth. The taste of your orgasm lingers on his cock and you hum, sending vibrations through his veins. You swirl your tongue around his tip.

“You have such a pretty little mouth.” He moans.

“I want you to cum all over my face.” You whine, moans escaping your lips. Harry’s hand moves faster up and down his length using his free hand to cup your chin. His moans are getting louder as you lick over his tip once more.

“Ohh fuuckk.” He moans and his thick liquid shoots all over your face and into your mouth. You take his dick fully in your mouth to suck every last drop out of him and lick him clean. You bob your head a few times back and forth.

“God, you’re going to kill me.” He moans loud, clearly also not caring about those hotel neighbours.

You get up off your knees and the rain shower already drenched his semen off of your face. He pulls you in for a hug and kisses you passionately. Harry grabs some soap from the dispenser and runs his hands over your body before soaping himself up. You both rinse off.

“Let’s go get ourselves dried up and in bed. I hope you’re wanting to stay?” He asks lovingly. You nod in agreement with a big smile on your face. Harry grabs your hand and leads you out of the shower. He takes one of the big fluffy towels and wraps it around you. He grabs another towel for himself and looks at you with a shy grin plastered across his face. 

“What?” You ask.

“I really liked that.” He says nearly in a whisper as if he doesn’t want anyone to hear. Harry takes his shirt off the floor and hands it out for you.

“I don't know if you want something to sleep in?” He asks. You grab the shirt and thank him. Harry walks to his suitcase to get himself two clean pairs of boxers. 

“Here.” He says as he hands you one, making you giggle. Both of you pull on the boxers before Harry grabs you by both hands and walks backwards towards the big bed. He wraps his arms around you, still standing besides the frame, before he leans back to make both of you drop on the soft mattress. 

Harry holds you close in his arms and pulls your face against his chest. His fingers stroke through your hair and he lets out a relieved sigh. 

“You did so well, love.” He whispered and all you do is smile. Your teenage dreams just came true and you are feeling overly satisfied. But you can’t help but wonder what is going to happen after tonight. You were actually expecting him to ditch you right after he was done with you so him inviting you to stay the night came as a big surprise. 

“I can’t wait to do all of that again in the morning.” He continues. Well, that answers part of your question. 

Your eyes find his with a confused look on your face. Harry puts the pieces together very quickly.

“No, I never do things like this. If that’s what you’re wondering. And no, I am not planning on just ditching you tomorrow morning.” Harry tells you oh so lovingly and he looks at the clock. “Well, later today.” He adds as it is already past midnight. You get all flustered and shy.

“Okay.’ Is all you manage to get out before Harry’s lips are on yours again. He kisses you passionately and his hands are all over your body, slipping under his shirt that he gave you to wear.

He pulls you on top of him. Both of your legs are on either side of him and you keep kissing. Tongues fighting for dominance. 

His hands run down your back, down to your hips, pulling you down onto himself. His member is already hardening in his boxers, pressing against your sore cunt. You moan nonetheless.  

“You know, we could also just.” He stops halfway through his sentence. “Do all of that again now.” He finishes with a smirk on his face, already knowing what your answer is going to be.

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i am covered in someone elses body glitter

#things i could make into poetry if my brain worked differently #friend i like wears a lot of glitter on his face as part of the makeup he does n we hung out after school today (primarily legit just to #cuddle n so we didnt have to go home n be around parents) and i now have so much glitter on me #especially like on my face n shit from leaning against him #im not complaining im just noting it down #i sparkle a bit now n i find it incredibly endearing #i find him incredibly endearing #god that was cheesy lmao #like truer words but so cheesy #also im just now realizing i missed so many opportunities to make flirtatious jokes this is so sad #anytime he did something adorable i did the ''lil baby lil baby man'' thing bc it annoys him (jokey type of annoyance not legitimate) #and on multiple occasions he was like shut up no shut up or i will make you shut up and BRO I SHOULDVE SAID ''then make me'' #smh no thoughts head empty :pensive-cowboy: #sad day for the frog community #homoerotic friendship that borders on non-friendship my beloved #the line is blurry and we know it is! we were talking abt that on the bus actually #frogs down bad

[chasingpj]

𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐨 𝐝𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐫

pairing: leo valdez x child of iris!reader

requested?: yes!

translation: full of color

warnings: uhh, mentions of mental health and ?? maybe some typos lmao

category: headcanons, fluff, best friends to lovers

pre-relationship

though, leo saw you around camp often, you caught interest in him before he caught interest in you

i mean, he literally couldn't miss you because your outfits were always bright, whether it was a combination of colors or monochromatic

you and your siblings actually look like a rainbow threw up on you guys, and it's honestly iconic

no one at camp can not notice the children of iris, especially when they're in a herd

one day, you were sitting alone at a picnic table near the lake, and you found yourself drawing him in your sketchbook

you sketched a portrait of him while he spoke to piper at a table nearby

you've always found the floppy curls and how his brightest smiles always look a little manic to be adorable

when you sketched his portrait in your notebook, you didn’t intend for him ever to see it

until a couple of weeks later in the arts and crafts center, leo passed by and caught sight of a new project you were working on

he stopped in his tracks to compliment your drawing

since you were nowhere near done with it, you couldn’t admire the piece as much as he was

but his enthusiasm was so endearing

he politely asked if he could see more, and you didn’t hesitate to slide over your sketchbook

he noticed a lot of your drawings were scenery and people at camp; especially your siblings

he stumbled across a detailed sketch of a woman and her child sitting in a bus

“wow… who’s this?”

“oh, I don’t know. It was just a little girl I saw on the train with her mother.”

“so you just drew her?”

you never realized how weird your habit of drawing random people was until he had asked

you giggled nervously, quick to explain yourself, “I tend to draw people or things that I find beautiful. I wanted to capture how calm and happy she was with her child ‘cause at the time, I was stressed and angry. Watching and drawing her made me calm.”

leo nodded, a faint smile on his lips before looking back down at the drawing. “that’s really cool,” he complimented, and you shifted in your seat, suddenly shy.

And then it hit you

you were so willing to show leo all your works that you had completely forgotten that his portrait was in that book

your pulse thumped loud in your ears, mind racing to figure out a way to take away your sketchbook before he could see it

you ended up spending so long thinking of what to do that he arrived on the page in no time

right before he could see the drawing in its entirety, you slammed the book closed and snatched it

leo’s startled expression turned into a mischievous smirk

“was that me?”

you froze in your place; a squeaky sound escaped your throat in your embarrassment

leo’s brown eyes sparkled as he leaned into you, your gaze fixed on his, “y/n, you think I’m beautiful?”

AHHHH!

^^ that was you in your head btw

leo laughed, amused at your attempt to deny it

“then why did you snatch it away?” he raises an eyebrow before reaching over quickly to grab the sketchbook back

you didn't pull it out of his reach fast enough, leo getting a grip on one side

the two of you pull it back and forth, leo laughing at you as you continued to deny what he saw

though you were incredibly embarrassed, you couldn't contain the laughter bubbling in your chest

gods, of course, this would happen to me, you thought

he got it out of your grip, and you sighed in defeat, watching him flip to the page of him and piper

he was quiet, studying the picture for a second before giving you that playful smirk

“you think I’m beautiful?” he asked again

you playfully rolled your eyes, “it was more piper than you.”

your tone was sarcastic, only fueling leo’s banter with you

“oh really?” he chuckled to himself, “but i’m the only one colored in.”

you were silent at his observation before scoffing, “whatever.”

leo only laughed as you take the book away from him

“don’t you have somewhere to be, fire boy?” you asked and nudged his shoulder

the glint in your eyes made him smile, and he shrugged, “i guess i do. i'll see you around."

you nodded, too shy to do anything else, and he walked off

after that, leo took it upon himself to talk to you every day

leo teased you about the drawing all the time, and he found the way you would play along to be funny

before you both fell in love, you were close friends

you had such an optimistic point of view about life, and it was pretty contagious

somehow when leo was in the dumps about something, you always knew what to say

you were just so easy to talk to, and because of this, your friendship just grew naturally

your first kiss was towards the end of summer

leo invited you to hang out with him in bunker nine at, specifically, 6 pm

you teasingly asked if it was a date, and you remember the way he tensed up a bit

with a mumble, he asked, "what if it is?"

from the tone in his voice, you knew he wasn’t joking

in fact, his tone was hesitant, a part of him was expecting you to reject him

then the heavy pit in his stomach turned light when you smiled and said, "then I'm down."

the grin leo gave you made your heart flutter like crazy

your first date consisted of eating snacks and watching a movie on one of those portable DVD players

You picked up on the tension between you and him, and noticed the opportunities for a kiss kept passing

it was until Leo walked you to your cabin that night did you have a moment of boldness and asked, "so are you going to kiss me or?"

leo's eyes widen in surprise before his face broke out in the familiar smirk he gives when he flirts with you

you rolled your eyes playfully and grabbed the front of his shirt, pulling him into you

your first kiss was sweet and soft; a little awkward

his hands hovered over your sides for a second, not sure what to do with them until he decided to rest them on your waist

it was the perfect way to mark the beginning of your relationship

relationship

since you guys are both broke teenagers, you got creative with date nights

you came up with the idea of paint splattering with him

you guys got canvases, covered the walls and floors with plastic to make sure you didn't dirty them

then you filled water balloons with paint and just threw them

despite you guys singing and dancing around in the midst of it, the canvases came out so good

and to commemorate the beginning of your relationship, you hung them up side by side in bunker nine, and when you guys get a place together, you hang them up in the hallway of your apartment

leo is a huge gift giver; as i’ve said before in my “how he shows he loves you” headcanons

he’s made you a lot of things; canvases, jewelry, little trinkets with scrap metal

one of your favorite gifts from him is a suncatcher with rainbow quartz

you fell in love with it and when you move in together, you make sure to hang it up in the kitchen with the bunch of other suncatchers that he’s made you

i love the idea that you would attempt to bring more color in his wardrobe

a lot of his clothes are muted in color; you don’t mind it but you were interested to see what he’d look like in a colorful outfit like yours

To say the least, he was not that enthusiastic and maybe, you shouldn’t have put him in a monochromatic orange outfit but… you still thought he looked cute

leo thought he looked like a traffic cone though so it didn’t stick

it’s okay because you like him the way he is anyways

another thing is that you guys are super supportive of each other and leo loves just how you manage to lift his mood

once leo was having a bad mental health week

you guys were sitting under a tree, looking out at the water

his head laid on your shoulder and small sniffles came from the other

it hurt to see him like this and you wished you could do more to make him feel better

then you had the greatest idea to make a rainbow for him

so you did

leo was so stunned when he saw the rainbow form over the lake

he looked at you surprised and when you admitted to making the rainbow for him, the emotion on his face was indescribable

and then you laughed and held him when he started crying because he said it was the nicest thing anyone has ever done for him

another time, you insisted that meditation would be good for him

he literally sat down for like 3 minutes with his eyes closed before he was itching to get up and do something

even when he was sitting down, he was still bouncing his legs and fidgeting

so that fell through too but you still helped him in other ways and he’s so grateful for your optimism and bubbly personality

leo always says that you bring color to everything; literally and figuratively

one of the things you bring color to is his life

and he’s constantly reminding you of this; that his world just feels brighter now that you’re around

and it’s literal too

since you painted the walls of bunker nine a bright orange

he asked you why orange, and you told him because orange encourages productivity, creativity, and most importantly, optimism

it may have also reminded you of the orange outfit you put him into

anyways, you told him that it hurt you to see him get down in the dumps, and you insisted there was no way he could be sad in a bright orange room

needless to say, you were kinda right

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the slow demise [2/?]

summary: He’d found you coated in blood, surrounded by death, and decided then and there, you were perfect. pairing: megumi fushiguro x f!gojo!reader a/n: this has been reposted from my original account @justauthoring - so, if you recognize it, that’s why. im also tagging those who originally requested to be tagged in it, so they know where to find future parts. tags: @thatprofessionalfangirl - @sugarandsoft - @honeyy-honeyy-sweets - @strawberryflavoredjeans - @flowersbloominthedark - @juliajempire​ - @princess-bumblebee - @sageandberries-png - @yue-caelum - @a–nonymousse - @aryksworld - @godsentkita​ - @kat-su-ki

part one - part two - part three - part four

“How is there only four first years? Isn’t that too few?”

“Well, have you ever met anyone who can see curses before?”

Pausing in thought, the tip of Itadori’s popsicle remains in his mouth, before he tips it towards Fushiguro; “nope.”

“That just proves how small a minority jujutsu sorcerers are.”

Leaning against the railing beside Itadori, you glance away from him and Megumi, taking a moment to gather your surroundings. Gojo has left waiting here for quite a while, and honestly, you were getting bored.

“Also,” Itadori speaks up, pulling your attention back on him. “Didn’t you say I was the fourth?”

“Their entry was decided a while ago.” Fushiguro explains, nonchalant as ever, “you know what our school is like. Everyone has unique circumstances.”

Leaning towards Itadori with a mischievous grin, you hold your hand up to give the impression of telling a secret but don’t bother to lower your voice. “They were trying to find a replacement for me,” you grin, bright eyed at the dull look Fushiguro sends you.

“You were the one who said you’d never been apart of our school in the first place,” he quirks a brow, “how could we replace you, then?”

Blinking at his quip, you’re mainly surprised he’s able to come up with one.

“Moo,” you pout, crossing your arms over your chest. “No fun.”

“Sorry for the wait.”

Blinking at the new voice, your straighten out at the sight of Gojo waving at the three of you. He makes his way steadily over, before pausing, head tilting in curiosity, lips parting; “oh? Your uniforms made it in time, I see.” Then, his eyes drift to you, meeting your gaze. “Though, I’ve had yours waiting in my closet for a while.”

Glancing down at your uniform, you pull at the jacket, eyeing it curiously. The outfit was the same colour as Gojo’s and Fushiguro’s, as expected, a deep, dark purple. Yours was slightly different then your male counterparts however, and you’d found a pair of tight fitting dress pants, a white button up, and a cropped jacket with a high collar at your door this morning.

“Yeah,” Itadori grins, sending him a thumbs up. “It’s a perfect fit. Though it’s slightly different from Fushiguro’s,” he pulls at the material, “it has a hood, for one.”

“That’s because the uniforms can be customized upon request.”

“Huh? But I never put in any requests.”

With a sigh, you cross your arms over your chest, nudging Itadori lightly; “that’s because he did.” And when he turns to look at you, you shrug. “I didn’t put in a request for mine either. Though, I’m pleasantly surprised that mine came with pants.”

Utterly and entirely too proud of himself, Gojo grins at you brightly, sending you a thumbs up; “I thought you’d appreciate not having a skirt.”

And honestly, you can’t argue with that.

“Whatever, I guess,” Itadori shrugs.

“Be careful,” Fushiguro calls out, “Gojo-sensei has a tendency to do things like that.”

“More importantly,” you speak up, raising your head as you poke your head out. “Why are we meeting up in Harajuku?” Just as you finish speaking, Itadori moves to a stand beside you, pulling your eyes on him briefly before blinking back over at Gojo.

“Because it’s what she asked for.”

“Hey!” Jumping at the sudden pike of excitement in Itadori’s voice, you turn to him as he grins excitedly at you. “Popcorn! I want some!” Without any real warning, he grabs you by the wrist, grip gentle but firm, and pulls you along, whilst you stutter in surprise.

“H-Hey! I never said I wanted some–!”

–

“Um… P-Pardon me?”

It takes you half a second to realize that the older man stood in front of you, is talking to you. His lips are curved into a hopeful, somewhat hesitant smile, eyes crinkling at the corners as he regards you. “Are you on the clock right now?”

Your lips part, surprised flooding your features. You take a glance back at Itadori, Fushiguro and embarrassingly enough, Gojo, stood a little ways back from you as they watch on with varying expressions of interests. Itadori just looks curious, maybe even a little lost (and honestly, it’s a little endearing), Fushiguro seems rather annoyed and Gojo? Well, you have no idea.

Despite knowing the man for so many years now, you still can’t really gauge what half of his mischievous looks are about.

“Uh, no, I’m not,” you answer, turning back to the man, before raising your hand with a soft shake of your head. “But I’m not–”

“You see,” he cuts in, plainly ignoring what you’d had to say. So much for being hesitant. “I’m looking for potential models.” You take a quick glance at yourself – what about you currently screams model right now? “This is who I am,” he continues, thrusting a card in your face. “Would you be interested?”

You miss the pair of keen and careful eyes that watch you.

“Sorry,” you bow gently, feeling suddenly incredibly uncomfortable. “I’m not really interested–”

“Oh! Just hear me out–!”

“Hey, you.”

A new voice calls, and your eyes land on a hand that’s latched itself to the man’s shoulders before glancing upwards. You’re surprised to see a girl, your age, in a similar school uniform to your own, instead hers consists of a pencil skirt.

The man turns to her with a startle.

“What about me?”

You blink at her boldness, unable to stop the grin that grows on your face.

“For the modeling gig, dug,” she continues, crossing her arms over her chest. “I’m asking what you think about me.”

“Oh, um! I’m in a hurry at the moment!” He offers a small smile, a nod your way, before moving to walk off.

She doesn’t let him off that easily.

Tugging him back by the collar of his jacket, she growls; “don’t run from me! Come out and say it!”

“Please, I’m sorry!”

“Um,” stepping forward, you try to placate the girl in letting the man go, offering a nervous smile. “Maybe you should–”

“Hey!”

Sighing in relief at Gojo’s voice, you move to rush over to him and the boys, falling next to Itadori, and spinning to face the girl with a grin.

-

“Okay, once again.”

Gojo gestures to the new student, and with ease, she moves to introduce herself. “Kugisaki Nobara,” she introduces herself, hand on her hip. “Be happy, boys. There’s now two girls in your group.”

Head tilting, you let out a laugh at the expressions on Itadori’s and Fushiguro’s faces.

A moment of silence passes, Nobara simply just stares at the three of you, though you notice her eyes are solely on Itadori and Fushiguro.

“I’m Itadori Yuji,” Itadori grins, leaning forward as he gestures to himself. “I’m from Sendai.”

“Fushiguro Megumi.”

She stares. Then, huffing: “I always get stuck with unfortunate circumstances.”

“She took one look and sighed,” Itadori deadpans.

“Well,” moving so you’re slightly in front of Itadori, you grin brightly at Nobara. You don’t have many friends, and even less of them are female, so you’re hoping that she won’t have the same reaction towards you. Especially with what happened earlier. “I’m Y/N Gojo, yes, as in Gojo-sensei,” you thumb at Gojo, “but we’re not related by blood, I only took his name–”

“–Hey, how come you didn’t tell me that right away!”

Sticking your hand out, you meet her eyes; “it’s a pleasure to meet you.”

She stares, and you feel your chest tighten in worry. But then, her eyes are brightening and the brightest (and maybe only) smile you’ve seen on the girl since meeting her curls onto her lips as she eagerly takes your hand. “I’m relieved to not be the only girl!”

And it’s like a weight of your shoulder.

“Hey!” Itadori calls, pouting, “how come you don’t like me!”

“Are we going somewhere?” Fushiguro cuts in, clearly tired of the conversation.

Gojo lets out a mischievous laugh; “we do have all four of you together.” He nods to himself. “Not to mention, two of you are from the countryside. So, of course we’re going on a tour of Tokyo!”

Almost immediately, as if on cue, Nobara, Itadori and Gojo all jump together, bright grins and sparkling eyes as they chant; “Tokyo! Tokyo! Tokyo!” Before, Nobara and Itadori move to stand beside each other, hands clasped with sparkling delight. “We love Tokyo.”

Shoving your hands into your pockets, you watch on with a tilt of your head.

“TDL!” Nobara cries, Itadori latching onto Gojo; “I want to go to TDL!”

“Idiot!” Itadori turns to her, “TDL’s in Chiba! Let’s go to Chinatown, Sensei!”

“Chinatown’s in Yokohama!”

“Yokohama’s part of Tokyo! Don’t you know that? Look at a map!”

Nudging Fushiguro lightly, you turn to whisper to him; “he’s not taking them on a tour, right?”

“Oh, yeah,” Fushiguro nods, watching the two with disdain on his face. “Without a doubt.”

“I will now announce our destination,” Gojo calls, silencing Itadori and Nobara almost instantly.

“Roppongi!”

Turning to each other, you swear you actually see stars in their eyes; “Roppongi?!”

“I almost feel bad,” you mumble, unable to tear your eyes away.

“Don’t,” Fushiguro mumbles, “they’re idiots.”

-

Staring you at the building that looks quite frankly haunted, you bite your lips.

“There’s a curse here.”

“You liar!”

“You were toying with us country folk!”

With an everlasting grin on his face, Gojo adds; “there’s a bit cemetery nearby. The double whammy of that and an abandoned building brought out a curse.”

With a pat on the back of sympathy for Nobara, who continues to grovel in disappointment, clearly pissed off, you listen in as Itadori speaks up – surprisingly, he doesn’t seem all that upset about the whole lying thing anymore.

“So they really do pop up more often around graves?”

“The issues isn’t the cemetery itself,” Fushiguro explains, “it’s the fact that people associate cemeteries with fear.”

“Oh,” his eyes brighten in understanding. “It was the same for schools, too, wasn’t it?”

“Hold up!” Nobara calls, finally straightening out, “he didn’t even know that yet?”

Scratching at your chin, you let out a nervous laugh; “well…”

“He swallowed a special-grade cursed object?!” She all but screeches as you explain, instantly creating a distance between her and Itadori, disgust clear on her facial expression. “Gross! Unbelievable! That’s so unsanitary and disgusting! No way, no way, no way!”

“What?”

“I agree with her.” Fushiguro cuts in.

“Y/L/N!”

You bite your lips as his eyes fall on you, clasping your hands behind your back while you rock on the heels of your feet nervously. “Um…” You start, voice drifting, “it was kinda disgusting.”

“What?!”

“I want to know what all of you are capable of,” Gojo cuts in, hands in his pockets as he regards the abandoned building. “Just think of this as a field test. Nobara, Yuji, you two go exorcise the curse inside that building.”

Brows furrowing, you turn to Gojo. Why was he..?

“Huh?” Itadori mumbles, “but I thought only curses could exorcise curses, right? I can’t use any jujutsu yet.”

Gojo turns to Itadori; “you’re basically half a curse already,” he reminds. “There’s cursed energy flowing throughout your body. Though controlling that energy isn’t something you can learn overnight, so use this.” Your eyes widen at the familiar looking weapon, if you remembered correctly that belonged to a second year. “It’s the cursed tool, Slaughter Demon. It’s a weapon imbued with cursed energy. It’ll work on curses, too.”

Pulling the cover off the weapon, Itadori eyes it gleaning eyes.

“Lame,” Nobara scoffs, pulling your attention on her as she moves towards the building, pulling a pouncing around the belt hoops of her skirt.

Itadori moves to follow her.

“Oh, one more thing,” Gojo calls, “don’t let Sukuna out. If you use him, you’ll get rid of all the curses nearby in a flash, but you’ll also drag everyone around into it.”

“Got it!” Itadori grins, sending Gojo a thumbs up, “I won’t let Sukuna out.”

“Hurry up now!”

“Yeah, yeah.”

“Go on, now!”

-

“Man, I finally join the school like you’ve always wanted me to, and you kick me out of my first official mission.”

Letting out a laugh, Gojo sits down beside Fushiguro as you frown down at him. Leaning back, he glances up at you; “sorry,” he grins.

“I still think I should go, though,” you mumble, glancing back in the direction of the building, eyeing it with worry. Biting your lip, you frown; “I mean, Itadori’s still new and everything. And Nobara’s never been in the city…”

There’s an echo of silence, before Fushiguro adds; “I think I’ll go too.”

“Don’t push yourself,” Gojo calls, “either of you. You’re still recovering.”

Huffing, you nudge Fushiguro’s foot lightly, signaling him to scoot over which he does without complain. Falling into seat beside him, your shoulder lightly touches his own, an action that completely misses you, but Fushiguro however does not. And fighting back the faint blush that threatens to grow on his cheeks, Fushiguro distracts himself by turning back to Gojo.

“Y/N’s right,” he mumbles, “someone should keep an eye on them, especially Itadori.”

“True,” Gojo nods, “but the one we’re testing this time is Nobara.”

Complying, you let out a sigh, leaning back on the palms of your hands, tilting your head up to glance at the curse practically oozing from the building.

As you do, you miss the way Fushiguro keeps eyeing you.

“That Yuji…he’s missing a few up here,” he taps his head for emphasis. “He has no hesitation when it comes to killing these things that take the form of living creatures, albeit bizarre-looking ones, to try to kill him. And it’s not like he’s been familiar with curses for a long time, like the both of you.”

You glance at Gojo, meeting his already awaiting gaze.

“They won’t leave me alone!”

“Yes, darling, but… but you’re scaring me… you’re scaring us!”

Shaking your head, a wave of heat rolls off of you, almost pulsating, and it causes those around you to flinch in fear, pushing away from you. You don’t understand, no one will listen to you – they don’t understand. They won’t understand…

You’re not trying to scare them.

“Mama, please, just–”

She holds a hand to you, stopping you from approaching – it feels like your heart might just break.

“Papa,” you turn, swiftly, desperately, but he looks at you with those same eyes. Those same fearful, disgusted eyes and you can feel the tears welling, your sight blurring. “P-Please…” You cry.

“You have to stay away, Y/N. It’s not safe for us.”

“I’m not safe!”

The words leave your voice in a screech, and you hate the way everyone backs away. This is your family, your mother and father, and your older brother and they’re all avoiding you because they’re afraid of you. They won’t listen to reason. It’s not your fault, you’re not trying to scare them – you’re scared…

You’re terrified.

But they don’t care.

“They won’t leave me! They just follow me! I’m not… please, listen to me! Mama, papa, onii-chan!”

It’s useless. They won’t listen.

They’re too scared.

You feel your heart swelling, anger flooding your senses, and the only thing in your head is; they need to understand.

In a second there’s screams. Your eyes snap open to find red, just… red. There’s so much of it, the smell of it floods your senses and makes you feel sick. The monsters that haunt your dreams, that never leave you no matter how hard you try to make them, fly past you in blurs; the red coats them.

The screams never leave your mind.

They never will.

And in the sea of red, amidst your own sobbing, you see a glow of white, and it shines so brightly you think;

that must be my saviour.

The one you’ve been waiting for.

“Yo!”

He pulls his blindfold back, and the sea of blue you see is just so beautiful, your young heart soars.

“So little to be covered in so much blood.”

“–This is a boy who used to live a normal high school life.”

Blinking at the sound of Gojo’s voice, you’re pulled from your thoughts with a startle. Ignoring the pang in your chest and the way it sits uncomfortably heavy, you ignore the sidewise glance Fushiguro sends you, placing your focus back on what Gojo has to say.

“You’ve both seen plenty of jujutsu sorcerers, even those with talent, give up in frustration because they couldn’t conquer their fear or disgust, haven’t you?”

You glance at Fushiguro, and the answer is obvious.

“So today I want to confirm how crazy she is.”

“But Kugisaki has experience, right? Little late for that now, isn’t it?”

“Curses are born from human minds,” Gojo reminds, “so their strength and numbers grow in proportion to the population. Meaning…”

“Is Nobara aware that curses in Tokyo are on a different level than those in the countryside,” you finish with a nod, leaning forward to eye Gojo. Honestly, despite being an annoyance most of the time, Gojo was good at bringing the best out of his students – so you shouldn’t be all that surprised by his tendency to search for the best either.

Still, it shocks you.

“And when I say ‘level’, I don’t just mean the amount of cursed energy they have,” Gojo continues, “it’s their cunning. Monsters that have gained wisdom often force cruel choices upon you…–”

“It’s just a kid… right?”

“–with the weight of human lives in the balance.”

Gojo’s words hang in the air, and, with a frown, you glance over at Fushiguro, only for his eyes to already be on your own.

Without having to ask, you already know why.

“Megumi–”

You’re cut off by the sound of glass breaking, your eyes snapping up towards the building, only for your eyes to widen at the sight of a curse.

Fushiguro shifts beside you; “I’ll exorcise it.”

“Hold on.” Gojo halts,

And Fushiguro almost looks appalled, stood, waiting, a second later you feel the same – only for spikes to appear through the curses body, it’s eyes bulging, and in the next second for it to simply dissolve.

“Nice,” Gojo grins, and honestly, you have to agree. That was impressive.

“She’s crazy, all right.”

-

“I live over there! Thanks again!”

You watch the kid Itadori and Nobara had rescued for a moment longer, even as Fushiguro and Gojo move to walk off. Peeking your head around the corner, a fond, soft smile curls onto your lips at the mother who opens the door. Obviously relieved that he sons okay, she doesn’t waste another second quickly wrapping the small boy up in her arms and practically pulling him off his feet.

You can’t remember the last time you’d felt a mother’s love.

“Y/N?”

Blinking at the sound of Fushiguro’s voice, you turn around, eyes wide at having gotten lost in your own thoughts.

“You coming?” Shoving a hand in his pocket, he tilts his head curiously at you.

“Yup!” You call, popping the ‘p’ as you push back your thoughts. Running to catch up to him, you fall in step with him, bumping his shoulder lightly with a grin to which he turns away, a light dust coating his cheeks, causing you to giggle. He was too easy to tease.

“Good Joseph!” Gojo calls to Itadori and Nobara, who decided to wait on some steps. “We made sure the kid got home.”

Almost instantly, the two stand.

“Now, shall we go grab some food?”

“Steak!” Itadori cries.

“Sushi!” Noabara follows.

With two thumbs up, Gojo grins; “leave it all to me! And, you two?”

You glance over at Fushiguro, rolling your eyes when you notice he’s on his phone, not paying attention. Shrugging, you decide to join in on the fun, pumping your first in the air; “you can’t forget about desert!”

“Of course not!”

“Y/N!” Itadori leans towards you, and you blink at the tears in his eyes.

“You finally understand!” Your eyes widen when Nobara follows him, leaning towards you with an almost proud look.

Tilting your head, your lips part; “huh?”

“Last call, Megumi!”

He continues to ignore Gojo.

“He’s just cranky he didn’t get to do anything today,” you whisper to Itadori and Nobara, giggling when he sends you a glare.

“Well,” Gojo says, voice sickly sweet, “let’s go.” And he simply tugs the three of you along, ignoring Fushiguro, who almost immediately perks up when he notices he’s being left behind.

You let out a laugh as he rushes to join.

“Oh,” Nobara calls, “I forgot about my biggest haul today. You,” she sharply points at Itadori, “go fetch my things.”

“Huh? Why should I do it? I thought we were even.”

“We won thanks to my cursed energy. Got a problem with that?”

“What about my raw strength?”

“Your monstrous power from eating weird shit?”

“It’s not just that,” Itadori cries, “right, Fushiguro, Y/N?”

“Oh, yeah, definitely,” you snort.

He just pouts. “Fushiguro?”

There’s no response.

“Huh? What’s the matter, Fushiguro?”

“Nothing–”

“Y/N said it right,” Gojo laughs, “he’s pouting because he didn’t get to join in.”

Letting out a laugh, you nod; “totally is!”

“Puh, puh,” Nobara giggles, a hand to her mouth, “what a child.”

Megumi lets out a grunt, hiding his face behind his collar as the rest of you collectively let out a laugh. And as you share in the moment, glancing around, you’re starting to forget why you were so adamant on spending life alone.

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[missdrarrydawn]

------------ Occupy My Heart ------------

Draco Malfoy x fem!Reader

warning: implied smut, brief mentions of drinking

~~~

written for the lovely @leydileyla who offered me this absolute gem of a prompt that I simply couldn't pass up

hope you enjoy hon :DD

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You were really starting to feel the buzz of the Butterbeers a few hours into the Interhouse party that was thrown for all the returning eighth years. You're such a horrible lightweight, Butterbeer is just vaguely alcoholic, if at all. It warmed you up and left a pleasant tingle in its wake. Just enough to let the music and lights around you blur and blend, to ripple against your skin and soothe. The smell of the ale cookies served at various tables scattered around the one conjoined common room for all the Houses now wafted through the thick, cloying air, between meandering bodies of various dancing students, all the scents making your head spin from where you were sitting at the little makeshift bar.

The party's been wilding on way past curfew but no teachers arrived to interrupt you yet so it was fair game. Everything felt so liquid and pleasant, the atmosphere sticking to your slick skin, the warmth and haze prickling at the back of your neck.

Gods you needed a shower. Perhaps you might sneak away to have a quick one? The party showed no signs of slowing down and you were drained.

As you pushed away from the bar, colors still swimming before your eyes from all the sparkle and decorative banners strung up everywhere, you felt a shiver run down your spine.

You felt eyes on you.

Turning about to find the possible culprit, you registered a flash of platinum blonde hair in a darkened corner and the piercing glow of silver eyes lingering on you.

Draco.

A chuckle rumbled from your chest as you allowed yourself a moment to revel in his gaze before melding into the throng of people, sliding between them, trying to remember whether your dorm was the door on the left or the right upstairs. It wouldn't do to barge into someone else's dormroom.

As you made your way along you still felt pins and needles in your back, as if someone was keeping pace with you. Goodness, that was incredibly paranoid, wasn't it? You vowed to yourself to never drink Butterbeer again. Even slightly tipsy you were a disaster.

Finally you got through everyone and into the quieter part of the room, where all the dorms were. There were only a few people milling about there, stumbling off to their rooms with whoever they pulled or to retch or simply pass out.

The beat of the music was muffled here, no longer a steady, beating ebb flowing through your skull, now more resembling a foggy memory. It was easier to think, to breathe. You've never been much of a party animal, but this one was important. It celebrated unity and the war being over, it celebrated those who lived and fought. It mattered to attend. After Hogwarts rebuilt and reopened, the first thing that changed was the system of the four houses, headmistress McGonagall had dismantled it entirely after witnessing how horrific segregation could be.

Everyone was thrown in one mixing pot, which had been strange at first, but throwing a party like this really helped scrub out the imaginary lines in the sand everyone had drawn between themselves.

Speaking of scrubbing, you finally arrived to your dorm and basically collapsed through the door in your quest for a shower. Where was the bathroom door again? Ah right, over there, of course.

You slipped through, the bright Lumos having you squint for a second while your eyes adjusted from the dim haze of downstairs to the sparkling clean of tile.

Right. You closed the door behind you and began to undress, your clothes peeling away from the sweat plastered all over you from all the vigorous dancing you'd done.

As you kicked off your shoes and set your bare feet on the cold floor, a distinct icy chill ran up your legs and through the rest of you, shivering away the brittle buzz you'd worked up, cooling you down.

Once your clothes were a discarded pile on the floor, you stepped into the shower and pulled the fogged glass door shut, fiddling with the taps before a spray of warm water finally hit your face and shoulders.

What a relief.

You began to scrub and lather yourself up, cleaning off the night with the water sluicing down your skin, your mind starting to wander as you relaxed into the moment more. Warm showers were a treasure.

Draco was staring at you back there. For a brief second you made eye contact before you left. Did that mean something? You felt silly for wanting to know but that boy has occupied the vacant spaces of your heart for far too long now, and you couldn't help but hope that his intense, focused gaze meant something more.

As you began washing your hair, a knock on the door startled you out of your skin. You almost poured shampoo into your eyes for heaven's sake!

"Um—occupied?" you yelled out, hoping to be heard over the gush of water. If someone needed the bathroom urgently then they could come in to use it, it's not as if anyone would see you in your birthday suit, but if it wasn't urgent then they could find another one.

"Ahh, Y/N, it's—uh, it's me! I was just wondering if you were okay?" a familiar voice from the other side of the door spoke up.

You knew that voice. It was so familiar. Who—

You felt every bit of you freeze as your brain spat out the answer for you.

Draco. It was Draco.

Checking up on you.

What should you do now? Your heart began hammering away quicker, this was hardly the time or place to flirt or attempt seduction and—

Well. As you considered the statement that just flittered through your mind you found it not entirely true.

You were naked after all, naked and wet. What more perfect scenario for seduction did there exist?

"I'm okay Draco, um—you can come in?" you yelled back, lips stretching into a smile. Technically he shouldn't be here at all, seeing as these were girls quarters and all, but if he's been invited it shouldn't be too much of an issue. If he accepted, that was.

There was silence for a few beats, the moment dragging on, you almost thought you'd scared him off, but then—

The soft, distinct click of the door being opened and shut.

Bingo.

Now, how exactly would you do this? You supposed you could ask him to get you a towel when you were done, and let him have a glimpse.

Merlin it sounded corny as all fuck, but you were prepared to do what it takes.

Until then though, you supposed you should talk about anything, keep the atmosphere up.

You could just barely make out his tall, foggy outline through the sliding glass of the shower, and you watched him move to sit down on the toilet seat.

Wait a second—if you could partly see him, did that mean he could partly see you too?

That was even more perfect.

"Hi Draco, you like the party?" you threw out the question casually, hoping to lessen the strangeness of the situation. You and him were friends, well, acquaintances more so, so it's not as if you've never spoken berore, but still. This was way different from any interaction youve had prior. "Thank you for checking up on me."

"Ahh ahem—no problem Y/N, you seemed a little tipsy back there so I uh—I thought you might—Well yea." he stumbled through his words, hardly even finishing the sentence properly.

That was—quite uncharacteristic of Draco Malfoy. He was always the one with the silver tongue, the sharp remark, had a comment to spare for anything, and to hear him stutter and hiccup his way through speaking as if he were a nervous school girl talking to her crush was very new and strange.

You'd be lying if you said it wasn't endearing as all hell though.

You could have a lot of fun with this.

"I see I see. I did build a bit of a buzz but nowhere near as bad as some of the other characters around this place. I mean, did you see Zabini strip his shirt off and then dance on the tables? Goodness." you simply continued along, as if this were a casual conversation and you weren't naked and washing out your hair.

"Haha, yeah, yes, Blaise will have one hell of a hangover tomorrow." Draco chuckled, though it sounded breathy and rough, somehow.

You were almost done now.

"Parvati will too, say, could you brew a vial of that potion of yours, for hangovers, for her? She's my roommate and I loathe to hear her whining tomorrow. You're the best at it, after all." You let your voice linger above the spray.

This time, Draco audibly spluttered and you saw a flurry of blurred movement, which eased a laugh past your lips.

"Um—yea, of—of course. I can do that. Um, Y/N isn't this—I don't know, a little strange?"

He sounded so thoroughly flustered, which really got you hoping. The stares, checking up on you, doing you favors, getting flustered by the situation, hm.

Hm.

It was worth a shot anyhow, right?

Time for a new plan.

Another chuckle rattled through your ribs. This was insane.

You grabbed the handle of the door and slid it open just enough to lean your head through. You could finally get a good look at him. He was sitting on the toilet seet, his entire face splotched and flushed all down his neck, wringing his hands and bouncing his leg.

When he heard you slide the door open he turned his head abruptly and you heard his breath hitch as he got a look at your face and shoulder sticking out, his eyes sliding from your eyes to your lips, lower still, to your neck and collarbones and—then he remembered himself and turned away abruptly.

"I'm sorry! Oh Merlin, are you—are you done? Do you uh—need a towel or—?" He began to ramble all in one breath and you just continued smiling fondly at his turned back.

"Oh Draco, won't you come in here with me already?"

You held out your hand and patiently waited. You could imagine this would be quite a fallout.

Draco stood completely still when the words left your mouth. One minute, two minutes, three—

The water drying on your skin while more sprayed down had gooseflesh rising all over you. Still, you waited.

"Um—what?" Draco whimpered eventually, voice giving out on him at the end there.

"You heard me." you assurred him.

The hum of running water was the only sound bouncing off the walls again, the very faintest echo of music from downstairs lilting through the closed door.

Draco turned to face you again, he looked wrecked. Eyes wide and dark, his pupils basically swallowing the silver irises, hair disheveled, breath coming in gentle pants.

"You want—?" he mumbled, his voice betraying his own hope and eagerness.

"Yes. For a while." your own smile widened, and for a second a pang of anxiety struck you as you realized he was about to see you naked, but it all dissipated into pooling heat and want as you watched him slowly reach for the first button of his mint green button up shirt and slide it loose. His wide eyes never left yours and you watched the slight tremor in his fingertips as he freed every button, one by one, until his shirt opened and slid off his shoulders, fluttering to the floor.

God he's delicious. All lean, well defined Seeker's physique, the pale marble of his skin an endless expanse. You let your eyes wander, drink in the sight, slide across his chest and lower, over his taut abdomen, hanging up on the waistband of his pants. An outline pushed against the seams there, your mouth watering at the visible bulge.

"Me too." he mumbled, as if you needed any more proof or reassurance of his desire, his hand slowly reaching for his zipper now.

Oh what a lovely party it's been indeed and it was about to get so much better.

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Fin.

#x reader fic #hp fanfic #draco malfoy x fem!reader #party #getting tipsy #showers #implied smut #brief mentions of drinking #tipsy!reader #protective!draco #humour #seduction #getting together #long post

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➺ sᴏᴏʙɪɴ ⦙ ᴀ ʙᴏʏfʀɪᴇɴᴅ

(repost because it didn’t show up in the tags :( )

*✧･ﾟ:* in general *:･ﾟ✧*

absolute sweetheart that can’t help the blush that creeps onto his face every time you so much as even smile at him. could anyone blame him? your smile is so bright and heartwarming; it’s only natural he feels his cheeks heat up every time he sees it

soobin is essentially the definition of whipped; he’s ready to drop absolutely anything for you the second you call for him

you call him while he’s out with his boys because you’re upset and miss him? sorry boys, tonight’s all about his baby and he’ll even pick up some takeout on his way to you

he always wants you to be comfortable around him and be the one you come to with your problems, so if you decide to shut him out he doesn’t really know what to do

it’s stresses soobin out because he wants you to come to him whenever your ready, but it also pains him to see you so quiet and sad all the time, so he would probably snap at some point and just confront you; he doesn’t want to fight but he’s really worried about you

soobin always makes sure to spend a lot of time with you before and after promotions to make up for the few weeks you didn’t really get to see each other

he hates secrets and tells you absolutely anything, even the most unimportant little detail because he hopes that it’ll encourage you to do the same

even though he hates secrets, there’s one thing he keeps from you: the fact that he sometimes watches you sleep

he’s worried you’ll think it’s creepy, but he just can’t help himself when he walks into the room and sees you peacefully sleeping with that adorable little pout on your lips that makes him want to kiss you immediately and before he could realise, he had spent 20 minutes just admiring your softly breathing figure

soobin’s mind sometimes drifts away, imagining a world in which you two were married and he gets extremely embarrassed when he snaps back out of it because he know that you two are too young to think about it right now

he can’t help himself though, he’s just so incredibly in love and to be quite honest, he’d probably say yes if you’d ask him to marry you

*✧･ﾟ:* favourite dates *:･ﾟ✧*

⎡ picnic dates ⎦

he loves to pamper you with your favourite snacks while you rest your head on his lap, the sun illuminating your features in a way that makes his heart speed up

soobin plans all dates quite thoroughly, so you best believe only your absolute favourites are in that picnic basket. if there’s a dish from a certain restaurant you adore you can rest assured that he would go out of his way to get it just to see your eyes sparkle with excitement

he knows he can’t spend much time with you which makes him cherish these dates in particular a bit more; these kind of outside dates would make you two feel like a regular couple, a couple that can kiss and cuddle wherever they want - which sometimes was all soobin wished for when he went to bed

⎡spa day dates⎦

it didn’t really matter to soobin whether you would pamper yourselves at home or actually go to a spa, he enjoyed sharing those calming and relaxing moments with you either way

maybe he enjoyed the spa days you would have at your place a bit more, solely because he could be the one to massage your sore back or apply the face mask to your pretty face, watching closely as you scrunch up your nose in a way that makes his heart feel fuzzy and warm

while he loves to take care of you, he couldn’t deny the pounding in his chest everytime you did the same for him, completely overwhelmed by the affection in your eyes and the softness with which you caressed his skin. it made his heart race and mind grow fuzzy and it’s all he wants and all he needs

*✧･ﾟ:* favourite type of skinship *:･ﾟ✧*

⎡holding hands⎦

he loves to hold your hand, pressing occasional kisses to your knuckles just to see you smile at him bashfully; it’s become somewhat of a habit for him, reaching for your hand subconsciously most of the time

he loves to hold your hand while walking you home after a date, loves to play with your fingers while you’re all cuddled up watching a movie; soobin adores the way you grasp his hand when you’re excited, the delighted giggles you let out making his heart race

while soobin doesn’t particularly like having to keep your relationship a secret, there was something thrilling and warm about the way you’d secretly hold hands under the table, his thumb lovingly stroking the back of your hand

⎡stroking your cheeks⎦

he loves it, whether he’s holding your face in his hands, fingers gently stroking over the soft skin because you’re upset and have been crying in his shoulder or because you look so incredibly endearing when you’re sleepily blinking at him after he woke you up from a nap

soobin loves it because it’s such a sweet and soft gesture and he gets to stare at you with all the love in his eyes; he loves it because he knows that it’s one of the things that dusts your cheeks in the soft pink tint he adores so much

it’s loving and sweet, but also comforting; soobin knows that it helps you ground yourself every time your mind has been stuck in the darkest places, stressing you out and leaving you with anxious thoughts

*✧･ﾟ:* favourite kisses *:･ﾟ✧*

⎡after a fight⎦

he hates fighting with you. he doesn’t like being mad at you, hates the thought of directing his frustrations towards you, hates seeing your furrowed brows and tear-stained cheeks while you look at him like he’s a stranger; like he’s not the same soobin that was cuddling you in bed just last night

what he doesn’t hate are the kisses you two share after all your fights; sometimes they’re slow and soft, broken voices whispering love confessions and apologies and other times they’re passionate and desperate, like both of you are afraid of losing each other in the mess you created

they make him feel safe after all the pain and hurt you two just went through, they help him heal and calm down. as much as he hates fighting, he loves the soft, teary kisses you press to his cheeks when your voice is too raw after fighting for hours on end

⎡sleepy kisses⎦

nothing (!!) makes his heart burst with more love than waking up to you pressing kisses all over his face while you’re barely awake yourself , face still puffy, eyes barely open and a sleepy smile in your lips

soobin thinks it’s unfair how adorable you look, how bad you make him want to stay in bed with you just to cuddle and nap all day, sharing soft kisses once in a while; your sleepy face tugs on his heartstrings and he wouldn’t exchange those lazy kisses for anything

he’d be lying if he said that he never woke you up from a nap on purpose just to pretend to be asleep himself, solely because he missed those lovely sleepy kisses being pressed on his cheeks

*✧･ﾟ:* mini scenario *:･ﾟ✧*

“y/n?” soobin’s voice rang through the room, his footsteps echoing in the otherwise silent apartment. he had planned to take you out today after weeks of indoor dates and last minute movie nights. he was excited to finally go on a proper date again, a cheery smile on his face the whole way to your apartment. now he was there but you were nowhere to be seen. he checked every room for you, even looking next to your bed on the floor just in case you fell off again. maybe it was irrational but he started to panic a little, not used to you not telling him where you were.

“binnie? binnie, are you here already?” he let out a sigh of relief, joining you in the hallway. soobin was about to scold you, to tell you off for worrying him when he noticed that your hands were full of bags he recognised all too well. “baby, what are-“

“they’re from your favourite bakery!! i saw an ad that they were having a special sale today and since you told me you’d come over i thought it’d be nice to get you some!” your excited voice interrupted him and he just froze for a second. you went out of your way to go all across town to get him his favourite sweets from his favourite bakery? on your free day? just for him?

he was trying to find a word that could describe him in that moment; lovestruck, in awe, infatuated, smitten, whipped, maybe even enchanted. all the stress of the last few weeks seemed to vanish the second you looked up at him with this proud sparkle in your eyes and he couldn’t help but tear up.

“binnie, baby, what’s wrong? are you feeling alright?” your worried tone seemed to make it worse though, because now he was openly sobbing, desperately wrapping you in a hug and nuzzling his face in your neck. “i-i just love you so much. so, so much. thank you baby, thank you. for everything.”

#txt #tomorrow x together #txt headcanons #txt scenarios #txt fluff #txt soobin #txt oneshots #txt fanfic #txt imagines #txt reactions #soobin #soobin txt #soobin fluff #soobin x reader #soobin headcanons #soobin scenarios #soobin imagines #soobin oneshot #soobin au #txt as boyfriends

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Oikawa, Kuroo, Ushijima, and Hinata with a cute S/O

anon asked: Dude!!! Can i request headcanons with (oiks, kuroo, Ushijima and Hinata, with a reader who always wears dresses and skirts? Soft makeup and pretty hair accessories? How would they react? Would they like it? Forst impressions before they got together?

a/n: ok i know the title says s/o but this kinda like...how they first developed a crush on you and how you started dating lol

wc: 1,481

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Oikawa

Oh man Oikawa was absolutely smitten with you when he first saw you

He thought you were honestly the cutest thing he’s ever seen and could not keep his eyes off of you

Before you two were ever together he would stare at you all the time and it got to a point where you just couldn’t ignore his strong gaze anymore

You were honestly pretty flustered that someone so confident and popular seemed so interested in you

But you weren’t complaining, he was incredibly good looking after all

The first time he approached you, you thought your heart would jump out of your chest from how hard it was beating

You played with the hem of the pastel skirt you wore that day and tried to avoid his gaze 

But Oikawa was having none of that

No matter which way you directed your gaze he just stepped into your line of vision again until you were forced to make eye contact with him

And god, you could’ve gotten lost in those chocolate brown eyes, no wonder he had so many fan girls 

To your complete surprise he just started complimenting your outfit, he even brought up the way you had done your makeup the day before and how he thought it was just so adorable

You had heard a lot about him and just assumed he would start hitting on you like any other playboy

But he had this happy little sparkle in his eyes as he showered you with compliments 

You really couldn’t help the grin that spread across your face 

Oikawa should’ve known that someone as cute as you would have a breathtaking smile but, nonetheless, he didn’t expect it to be that radiant

He grinned back, this time a light blush dusting his cheeks as he tried continuing the conversation with you

He always swore that the first time you smiled at him was when he completely fell in love with you

You knew he must have been exaggerating but it still made your heart feel as light as a feather to hear it coming from him

He thought you were the cutest person he ever saw and he never once regretted finally walking up to you and telling you just that 

His compliments, even weeks and months later never let up as he never let you forget just how much he loved and adored you

Kuroo

Kuroo isn’t exactly someone who cares much about looks or aesthetics

Sure, he has his preferences but that never really guided what he thought about someone

But truthfully, when he first saw you in all your soft and adorable glory he was shocked

It wasn’t everyday that he saw a real life living fairy right in front of him but here we are 

It was almost immediately after he first saw you that he decided to talk to you and compliment you on the clips and pins in your hair

He especially liked the one with a little black cat on it

You couldn’t help but think that the black cat looked a lot like him, and you honestly liked that quite a bit

He had a naturally lazy smile and a devious look on his face but you could tell from the way he awkwardly came up to you and from his sincere compliment that he was really a nice guy

From then on, you made it your own mission to put new clips in your hair everyday to receive a compliment from Kuroo 

He always seemed to think the ones with animals on them were the best

It was honestly because you looked even cuter than the little pets you adorned your hair with 

One day in particular you went up to Kuroo as soon as you could, asking if he liked your new clip

It was a black cat with golden eyes that sparkled

You bought it because it reminded you of him

He seemed to realize that rather quickly and gave you a sly smile 

“I think it looks great kitten” He put emphasis on the nickname he gave you, hoping to see you flustered

He succeeded for only a second before being met with a scheming smile

“I’m so glad you like it! I got you one to match” 

Before he even had a chance to protest, you pulled a matching clip out of your pocket and slid it through his dark locks 

He took out his phone, looking at the clip in his camera and you had smug smile plastered on your face, thinking you had won

He glanced back to your eyes and smirked 

“So this is our first matching couple item?” 

You choked on your spit and Kuroo seemed very pleased with himself

But you definitely didn’t mind him calling you guys a couple

And you certainly weren’t complaining when he grabbed your chin and gave you a kiss on the cheek

Ushijima

To be completely honest here, Ushijima doesn’t care about looks 

The only thing he really cares about is having a partner who understands and supports him

Now that’s not to say that he doesn’t take notice of the way you dress and look

At first, he didn’t give it much of a second thought

He doesn’t really think it’s his place to comment or judge someone based on their looks

After all, people often think he’s scary or mean just because of how he looks

He does, however, admire how much effort you put into your appearance and always mentally take note of you

But the first time he really thinks about you beyond just your appearance is when you attend one of his games

Something about seeing someone in the cutest, most delicate outfit ever cheering their heart out just made him see you in a completely different light

It was also impossible to miss you in the crowd of people when you were dressed like that

From that point on, he was grateful for your easily noticeable attire and looks

It even started to grow on him

Before he didn’t care about what you wore or what you looked like, but now he couldn’t stop himself from thinking about how cute you looked when you cheered for him and his team

Ushijima is not a man to beat around the bush so when he realized that he had a huge crush, he went up to you and actually struck up a conversation 

You were honestly shocked because wow he noticed you??

But of course he did because how could he not? 

He’s a bold man with no hesitation so he asked you out on your first encounter with each other

Since then he’s doted on you and never had any trouble finding you in a crowd during a match

And of course everyone always gawks at the two of you because of the intimidating looking athlete and the adorable person attached to his side

Hinata

Such a sweet ball of sunshine

Truthfully, he doesn’t really register your aesthetic

Yes, he’s not blind so he does know you dress very cute with the most adorable makeup looks he’s ever seen, but that’s not at the top of his priority list 

He focuses more on your personality

He’s such a kind person that it’s like everyone gravitates towards him and it’s impossible to not want to be his friend

So the two of you hit it off almost immediately 

It isn’t really until one of his friends/teammates points it out does Hinata finally begin to take note of your appearance

Since it was pointed out to him he has now become so flustered around you

Whenever you decide to wear lots of blush on your face, Hinata can’t seem to hide his own blush

He just thinks it’s so endearing and cute and now he can’t stop looking at you in an entirely new light

It’s really messing with him and one day you just catch him staring at you and he stumbles over his words trying to come up with some sort of excuse

“Oh! Sorry! I didn’t mean to stare, you just look really cute and I was just thinking about your makeup and it’s really nice!” 

Honestly leave it to Hinata to unknowingly confess to you and compliment you all at once

Once you point out what he just said and the words process he is kind of frozen

You can see the gears turning

Poor baby hasn’t really done this before so please reassure him that you like him back!

The second he realizes that the feelings are mutual, he will sweep you off your feet

Even if he’s inexperienced he will shower you with so much love 

And yes he would absolutely beg you to put some makeup on him

And he looks stunning of course, but what else would you expect from someone so naturally cute?

#haikyuu #haikyuu!! #hq #haikyuu writing #haikyuu headcanons #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu scenarios #hinata #hinata shouyo #hq hinata #hinata x reader #ushijima #ushijima wakatoshi #hq ushijima #ushijima x reader #Kuroo Tetsurou #kuroo #hq kuroo #kuroo x reader #oikawa #oikawa tooru #hq oikawa #oikawa x reader

[luvdsc]

let’s play pretend.

what if we’re in love? haha, just kidding... unless?

pairing :: na jaemin x reader genre :: fluff / best friend + college au word count :: 1,552 words warnings :: none playlist :: talk too much (coin) ⋆ face (woosung) ⋆ pretend (bad suns) ⋆ la belle femme (hunny) ⋆ love you like crazy (taeyeon) author’s note :: best f2l is the ultimate trope sorry i don’t make the rules

Persistent fratboys at parties are the absolute worst. Already early into the night, you find yourself unable to shake off the latest leech in all his snapback and rayban glory. Why is it that they never back off until you’re forced to lie about a significant other? If you’re lucky, they’ll stop there. It’s quite stupid how they’ll let you go only if you suddenly have a boyfriend, rather than simply understanding that you aren’t interested. Perhaps, they’re too scared to confront how undesirable they actually are.

Literally, nobody wants someone who owns salmon shorts and more button up shirts with palm trees than necessary. Never mind the fact that you’ve seen this guy participate in more forties at four than actually attend his classes sober if he even makes it to your shared A.I. ethics lecture at eight in the morning. And he’s wearing those god awful sperry boat shoes with no socks. Inwardly, you shiver.

Eyes flitting around, you desperately try to see if you can find any one of your friends nearby who can take you out of your misery, but Yeji and Yerim are already mixed in the drunken dancing crowd, and you can’t find Donghyuck or Jeno anywhere. Renjun had been standing with you prior, but he already went home a few minutes ago because he had midterms early tomorrow morning. However, perhaps Lady Luck understands your woes because you spot your best friend coming out of the kitchen.

You quickly grab his arm, pulling Jaemin over. “Sorry, I’m here with him already.”

“This is your boyfriend?” the guy asks skeptically, unabashedly staring at your friend in question.

“Yep. Yes, that’s him. My boyfriend. Love of my life. My other half. His name is Jaemin.”

Jaemin turns to look at you, somewhat confused. You try to send some sort of telepathic message to him, and to your relief, it seems that he understands when you shoot him a look of mixed panic and desperation.

“Yeah, that’s me. I’m the boyfriend. The super significant other.” He reconfirms your answer and returns the male’s stare, giving him an enthusiastic thumbs up.

Great. Nothing says “I love you” more than a common hand signal found on YouTube videos. Maybe you should tell fratboy to hit the subscribe button, too. Subscribe to see more daily mishaps in the life of Y/N and watch as she digs an even deeper hole for herself.

The boy scoffs, crossing his arms across his chest, as he shakes his head in disbelief. You are temporarily distracted, almost impressed even, at how his styled hair doesn’t even move. You really need to know where he gets his hair products.

“Really? It doesn’t seem like it.”

 Slipping his arm around your waist smoothly, Jaemin tugs you closer, and you freeze, pressed up snugly against his side. You really didn’t think this one through. Swallowing hard, you force your body to relax. It’s no big deal, it’s not like you’ve been harboring a crush on your best friend for months and have been trying to get over him for the sake of friendship.

“I don’t know what to tell you, but I’ve been in love with her ever since she fell asleep on me in our macroeconomics class.”

You smile sheepishly as you remember your first meeting, pretending that his words didn’t affect your heart as much as it actually did whilst simultaneously thanking the stars that he was always a quick thinker. His lips quirk up in the corners into that sweet smile you always adore before he presses a tender kiss to your temple that has you going dizzy. Your cheeks warm up as you duck your head, attempting to hide the bashful expression on your face.

“She had on this pale blue fluffy sweater, and she reminded me of a cute baby blue jay. She had a green notebook decorated with corgi stickers and always took really neat notes with this pen that had a flower chain attached to the top and had the prettiest handwriting. I remember thinking to myself, I better take good notes even though I never took notes before, just so I could give them to her as an excuse to talk to her afterwards.”

He absentmindedly draws circles on your hip, making you even more flustered not only from his actions, but also shocked that he remembers all of that even down to the outfit you were wearing. Heck, you didn’t even remember what you wore that day. He gazes at you, smiling fondly, and your breath hitches in your throat. His eyes look so sincere, sparkling under the harsh strobe lights, and if you didn’t know any better, you really thought he may have loved you back. A dull ache starts to form in your chest at that silly daydream. “She looked really cute, leaning against my shoulder like that, and even her snoring was adorable.”

You gasp at that, looking at him indignantly. “I don’t snore!”

“You’re right, I’m sorry, angel. Forgive me?”

He pauses and leans down, his lips millimeters away from yours, before hesitating and lingering there, so close yet so far away. Your heart nearly skips a beat from how naturally the sweet term of endearment slips from his lips and from the close proximity between you and him. From the corner of your eye, you can still see that fratboy standing there. You had almost forgotten he even existed: the sole, annoying cause of your current predicament. To seal the deal and perhaps for a little bit of a selfish reason, you lean forward, closing the distance and grazing your lips against his.

Your hands are on his chest, nervously tugging on the lapels of his jacket, and his are placed on your waist, gently tugging you impossibly closer. You’re quite certain Jaemin can feel how fast your heart is beating with how tight your bodies are now pressed together, but that’s the least of your worries right now. The only thoughts that pop up in your mind is that one, his lips are slightly chapped, yet incredibly soft; two, he’s a very good kisser; and three, mission: “how to get over having a crush on your best friend” is a complete and utter failure.

When you reluctantly pull away from him, his nose nudges yours softly, and your eyes flutter open. He is looking at you with parted lips, hazy eyes, and an indiscernible gaze that causes you to feel a whole colony of butterflies in your stomach. Any words that had come to mind have now flown out the window, and you can’t tear your eyes away from the radiant boy in front of you.

“Maybe we should do that again. Just in case, you know? To really send a message to that douche,” he mutters quietly, his eyes searching yours for confirmation. You give him an almost imperceptible nod, relenting to your heart this time instead of your mind.

It feels as if it’s simply the two of you standing there, the rest of your surroundings fading away and the music slowing down in the background. You look up at him from under your lashes, eyes fluttering close once more. Jaemin presses his mouth against yours firmly this time, with certainty, almost as if he meant it, as if his lips are made solely for kissing yours. And in that moment, you truly believe that he’s in love with you. 

You are dazed, absolutely starstruck, until the two of you break apart, until you remember why this all came to be, and your heart comes crashing back to earth. Those seven minutes in heaven were utterly heavenly in your little bubble of make-believe universe with only you and him. You almost don’t want to open your eyes, but you do, and you find yourself staring back at him.

And just as you’ve always known, Jaemin looks absolutely breath taking, impossibly ethereal, and one hundred percent devastatingly heart wrenching: a modern day Adonis in the flesh. He gives you a shy smile, pretty eyes glimmering as if he stole from the night sky himself. You’re so close that you can count every single long dark lash framing his starry eyes and feel the warmth radiating from his blushing cheeks. His lips are red and slightly swollen, and you feel as if you had just ruined a masterpiece from the Louvre.

Your cherry lip gloss has been smudged onto his lips, and you reach out to carefully wipe it off. He gently catches your hand when you move it away and intertwines his fingers with yours. Your breath hitches in your throat once more, and you admire the way your hand fits perfectly in his for a few stolen moments until the dream is shattered once more and you’re pulled back to reality.

“Thanks, Jaemin. He’s gone now, so you don’t have to pretend to be in love with me anymore,” you mumble softly, slowly pulling your hand away and giving him an apologetic smile.

He reaches out to gently brush his finger tips against the apples of your cheeks before delicately tucking a stray strand of your hair behind your ear. When you finally dare to meet his eyes, Jaemin is gazing at you with the most tender expression imaginable.

“Who says I was pretending?”

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[inadaydream99]

Hi! I hope you're doing well! So I have a bit of a weird request. I was wondering if you could do like an Ateez reaction that their S/O is an animator, or an animation student. I'm sitting her animating for a class project and this popped into my head, so I'd love to see what you write! <3 Thank you!

A/N - Hey! Thanks for this request ☺️ That’s so cool that you do animation, sounds like such a fun class! I really hope you enjoy what I’ve come up with, I decided to go for more scenario based bullet points... also, I’m not the most knowledgeable on animation but I tried my best 😂

Their S/O as an animation student/ an animator

Hongjoong

Despite knowing that you are an animation student, Hongjoong hadn’t seen much of your work before

So when he lets himself into your place unannounced, to find you sat working on a project for that class, he’s a little shocked

He’s honestly not sure whether to approach you to let you know he’s here or just patiently wait until you decide to take a break?

But after watching you intently stare at your screen for a few moments he decides on the first, instantly moving up close behind your seat to gently place his hands on your shoulders

You jump a little, having not expected the sudden touch

But as soon as you turn your head to find Hongjoong you relax once again

“You almost gave me a heart attack!” You exasperatedly sigh, hand covering your racing heart

Hongjoong simply laughs in amusement

Once the shock has died down again you resume your work

“I had no idea you were so good at animation (Y/N).” Hongjoong mumbles next to your ear, leaning over the back of your chair as he watches you in complete amazement

You really have no idea how much it warms his heart to see that you are so creative (because he’s very creative himself)

“You’re too nice Joong.” You bashfully gush, shying away from him when he attempts to get you to face him properly for the first time that day

“I’m serious...” He beams, whispering as he cups his hand on your cheek, leaning his forehead against yours

Seonghwa

One thing that your boyfriend wasn’t aware of was that you spend a lot of time animating, it’s escapism for you and so when you are feeling stressed you like to shut yourself away and work on creating new characters

Seonghwa, usually being very busy himself, had never seen any of your work

But that’s mostly because you are shy... and he doesn’t know

That’s why you’re currently hiding you face in your hands, hot with embarrassment as Seonghwa stares at your work

“How did I never know you could do this?” He questions in amazement, his eyes drawn to one image in particular

It’s only small, but clear enough to know it’s of him - which only makes you more flustered

“It’s not good...” you sigh, finally uncovering you face to reach out and close your work

Seonghwa’s hand reaches out instantly, covering yours and stopping it from clicking on anything on your screen

“You’re kidding... it’s amazing.” His voice is a whisper now, his free hand under your chin to guide you to face him, just so he can convey how much he means every word.

Yunho

“Oh that’s so cute!” Yunho excitedly points out a cute little animation of two dogs cuddling into each other

He wasn’t meant to see that yet because it was something you’d been working on secretly for valentines

Being the ever excitable puppy Yunho is, you thought it would be cute to make a little animation for him to represent you both as your favourite animal

“Wait- why are you hiding it?” He pouts the second he realises you are trying to close your work down

“Because it’s not finished and I don’t want you seeing it.” You faintly chuckle

But Yunho isn’t having any of that, doing his best to persuade you to let him watch the ‘puppy love’ animation you’d made just one more time

And, of course, you comply because the elated smile on his face is worth it

Yeosang

“You did that?”

Yeosang is speechless as he watches your screen in amazement

You, on the other hand, can’t even look at him. Choosing to preoccupy yourself by playing with your fingers

“How come you never mentioned you could animate like that?” An amused smirk rests on his face as he approaches you, tucking his finger under your chin to direct your focus onto him

“I don’t know.” You swallow, your delicate voice barely reaching his ears from how lightly you speak

This only makes Yeosang more amused, however

He finds your shyness to be on another level of endearing and it makes his stomach flip

Deciding he wants you to come out of your shell more, and being the incredibly supporting boyfriend he is, he presses a little further in encouragement

“Can I see more of your work?”

San

For your final project, you had to animate a scene that was significant to you in some way

Which is honestly a lot more difficult than it sounds

You had chosen to recreate one of your most memorable dates with San; the time you sat out in the park, stargazing together

You have been working on adjusting the final movements of your characters laying in the grass, wanting each tiny detail to be absolutely perfect

“Is that us!” San whispers into your neck, pressing a light kiss as he smiles into your skin

You had no idea he was behind you, but now that you know you feel very self conscious

It’s obvious that you’ve drawn the two of you because of the bright pink hair you’d given the guy

“San~” you whine, face hiding in your hands as you feel yourself flush

You feel him snicker into you, his arms twisting tighter around your waist to pull you impossibly close

He doesn’t need to say anything for you to know he likes your work, his thumping heart can be heard out of his chest

And maybe that’s all you need to finally uncover your face and turn to him with a shy smile...

Mingi

“Why can’t I see?”

Mingi has been pouting at you, sending you the most adorable puppy eyes as he tries his absolute best to make you cave in

You see, he’d recently found out about your animations because you had ranted to him about how stressful you were finding the class

Except, you wouldn’t let him see any of your work because it wasn’t finished at the time

“Because...” you trail off, trying to come up with a decent response

“But you submitted it yesterday...” he continues to plea, and that’s when you finally sigh in defeat

Sometimes you swear Mingi’s more of a child than your boyfriend... although you can’t deny that it’s one of the things you love most about him

That and the fact he never takes himself too seriously, which you really wish you found easier to do yourself

You can’t face him as he takes a look through your most recent animations

But relief quickly takes over when you feel him pull you into a back hug, his arms encapsulating you in his warmth

His next words making your heart skip a beat from how sincere and heartfelt they are

“I promise you have nothing to be shy about when it comes to your work... you’ll definitely ace that class.”

Wooyoung

“You don’t keep secrets from me (Y/N).”

Wooyoung is frustrated at first, whiny and stroppy

But that melts away within seconds when you finally take his hand and tug him silently over to your work

A light “woah” emits from him as he takes in the short animation you’d been working on

You remain silent, your mouth dry from revealing something you’re quite proud of up to critique

Though you should know that Wooyoung would never

“This is why I’ve been ignoring you.” You finally speak up, meeting your boyfriends guilt stricken gaze over his earlier accusations

But the heavy air is cleared within a moment, pleased smiles adorning both of your faces as you take his hand in yours and interlace your fingers

“Can you teach me?”

Jongho

“I thought we told each other everything...”

Yep, all Jongho had to do was pout and you were guilt tripped into showing him your animations

You still aren’t sure how he even found out about you taking that class because it always fell at the same time as his practices

But, you aren’t entirely against him seeing a few

You watch nervously, bottom lip trapped by your teeth as you chew away in anticipation

“You never cease to amaze me.” He gently thumbs your bottom lip out of its trap, smiling at you warmly

You aren’t sure what to say, all coherent responses seemingly erased from your brain

But there’s no need anyway, because the way your eyes sparkle as you stare up at Jongho tells him everything he needs to know

It conveys your relief that he likes your work, as much as, the overwhelming affection you have towards him

And he can’t resist any longer, drawing your face up close to his as your eyes flutter shut

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[puppywritings]

stargazers

pairing: jung jaehyun x male reader word count: 1412 description: when jaehyun finds out that you’ve never seen the stars, free of light pollution and in all their shining glory, he decides that this desperately needs to change. masterlist consider buying me a coffee!

You wished - just for one night - that you could have a few peaceful hours to yourself.

The clock read 19:31 when the knocking at your door began, and you had no doubts who it was. There was only one person who would be demanding your attention at this hour; Jung Jaehyun.

It had been around a month since Jaehyun moved into your apartment complex, directly across the hall from you. You remembered the day with clarity. You weren't expecting anyone to be moving in, because you had no idea that someone had just moved out. You had never been on speaking terms with your neighbours. Until Jaehyun came along, that is.  You had been returning home while Jaehyun was moving in. "Hey, I'm Jaehyun," he had introduced himself. "I guess we're neighbours now. Do you know any good restaurants in the area? I'm starving." And the rest was history.

You didn't realise how lonely you were before Jaehyun came into your life. His friendship filled a hole in your life that you didn't know existed. Before he arrived, you supposed your life was quite lonely. You went to class, you studied, you worked your part-time job to afford your absolutely astronomical rent. And you did very little outside of these engagements. And then Jaehyun, new to the city and entirely friendless, took it upon himself to make your acquaintance, and hadn't left you alone since. You missed your alone time, a little bit, but it was nice to have company. 

You pulled open your door, revealing the man himself. His light brown hair was gently tousled, and his plain black t-shirt complimented his broad shoulders. “You know what I hate about this city?” he asked, leaning against the doorframe.

You blinked. “People usually begin conversations with ‘hello.’”

“Hello, Y/N. You know what I hate about this city?”

“What do you hate about this city, Jaehyun?” you indulged him, retreating back into your apartment and allowing him to follow, as had become commonplace in your impromptu hangout sessions.

He flopped onto your couch, legs up on the coffee table as if he were in his own home. “The streetlights are so bright, you can barely see the stars.”

You pondered this for a moment, as you joined him on your couch. You’d lived in the city your whole life; it had never really occurred to you how bright the stars might be elsewhere. You could see the stars, for sure. There were a few scattered loosely across the sky, only visible on clear nights. But they definitely didn’t fill the sky like a generously seasoned meal, like you saw in drawings or cartoons.

“I don’t really know any different,” you told Jaehyun. “I’ve never really left the city.”

Jaehyun’s stunned silence surprised you a little. He was staring at you, mouth agape. You laughed nervously, “What?”

He shook his head at you. “Never seen the stars, never been kissed. Is there anything you have done, Y/N?”

You looked away from him instantly, feeling a little humiliated. “C’mon, you didn’t need to bring that up.”

“But it’s so fun,” he retaliated. “You blush every time I mention it.”

“Because you’re embarrassing me!” you groan, hiding your face in your hands. You felt so woefully inexperienced, and it made you bashful. Especially around Jaehyun, who was endlessly attractive and undoubtedly had tonnes of experience.

“It’s all in good fun,” Jaehyun said, nudging you lightly with his elbow.

“Fun for you, maybe,” you scoffed, still feeling the heat in your cheeks.

“Don’t be mad at me, dork,” he said. You peered up at him through your fingers as he stood up. “Come on, let’s go.”

“What?” you asked, lowering your hands.

“Let’s go for a drive,” he suggested. “See the stars.”

You laughed at the absurdity. “Jaehyun, it’s almost 8pm. I have a shift tomorrow morning.”

“We won’t be out too late. Please?” he begged.

Maybe you were too soft, but you just couldn’t deny him this request. “Fine. Let me grab my shoes.”

“Yes!” He pumped his fist in victory, and you smiled at the endearing action. 

Thirty minutes later, you were sat in the passenger seat of Jaehyun’s car, your hand hanging out of the window, riding on the breeze. The cool air was a welcome reprise from the summer heat, and you cherished the relief. Now that you had overcame the city streets and bright highways, the roads were quiet, and it felt as though you and Jaehyun were the only people in the world. The two of you were comfortably silent, the radio blaring as the sun sank further and further down towards the horizon.

You looked over at your driving partner. The wind was mussing up his hair, leaving his forehead bare. His eyes were focused upon the road, his eyebrows furrowed slightly. You could see the concentration in his expression, and you studied his features. He was incredibly pretty, you couldn’t deny that. 

He must’ve felt your eyes on him, because he glanced towards you for a moment, before looking back to the road. “What’s up?” he asked.

“Nothing,” you said, looking forwards. “Just admiring your pretty, pretty face,” you added mentally.

You relaxed, letting Jaehyun navigate with the help of his phone. By the time you reached your destination, the sun had fully sunk into the ground. You hadn’t even known this spot existed, and you distantly wondered how Jaehyun knew of its whereabouts. You had driven out of the city and deep into the hills, climbing higher and higher until you were elevated above the whole city. You left the car, walking towards the edge of the cliff. 

The summer air was still warm, but cooler than in the peak of daytime. The lights of the city were still visible, but they felt so distant and so small. So many lives down there, reduced to tiny dots.

Jaehyun appeared next to you. “I come here, sometimes. When I need to clear my head.”

“It’s quiet,” you commented, and Jaehyun nodded in agreement.

“Look,” he said, indicating towards the sky. 

You looked up, remembering the point of your trip. You let out an involuntary gasp when you saw the sky. It was filled with more stars than you could’ve imagined, spread generously across the dark canvas. Each one glittered, and you thought about how far away they were, yet how close they seemed. 

Jaehyun took your hand, and you gasped again. You looked at him, meeting his eyes. Somehow, they were even more mesmerising than the night sky. Every single star seemed to be reflecting in his eyes; they sparkled, seeming so deep and endless. You couldn’t tear your gaze away. You were utterly enthralled.

His eyes slipped shut, and your trance broke. Your heart hammered as he moved towards you. Though you were nervous, you followed his lead, and waited for his lips to make contact with yours. You tightened your fists as your lips locked together, feeling a million fireworks explode within your chest. You were breathless when he pulled away.

“Why’d you kiss me?” you whispered, unable to tear your eyes away from his.

“It seemed like a good night for firsts,” he explained.

Jaehyun wrapped an arm around your shoulder, and you leaned into him, looking back to the sky. Much like the stars, you felt infinite.

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[erin-bo-berin]

Insecurities

MASTERLIST

TRIGGER WARNING just in case weight/gaining weight is triggering to any of you. I just wanted to be extra sure to mention it because I don’t wanna accidentally upset any of you lovelies.

This was an anon fic request about Spencer reassuring the reader after she’s become more insecure in her body de to some weight gain. I loved the cute fluffiness and smut writing this. It’s a bit shorter than most of my fics, but I really love how it turned out. I wanted it to be sweet and simple and it turned out exactly how I hoped. Prepare yourselves for some fluffy Spencer feels. Happy reading!

Spencer Reid/Reader

Rating: M (smut)

Word Count: 1,967

You stood in front of the mirror, grimacing at both your actions and what you saw before you.

You’d never been thin, by society’s standards at least, but you were a healthy weight. Dreams of a flat stomach, small thighs and a perky butt filled your teenage years until you learned to love the body you’d come with.

It wasn’t until recently that your old insecurities had surfaced again. 

You’d gained some weight; enough to be noticeable that is. Your stomach had a pooch to it, your thighs looking wider when you sat. The bigger boobs you could deal with, but it was the widening of your hips and waist that made you most unhappy. Your fingers could squeeze the flesh there.

You were simultaneously ashamed of yourself for gaining so much weight and also for letting yourself sink back into teenage insecurities. You were in your mid-20’s, you shouldn’t be so obsessed with how thin or thick you were. Bodies changed all the time, it was a natural thing.

But that speck of low self-esteem that had wormed its way into your brain, lingered.

That was how Spencer, your boyfriend, had caught you one evening, in front of the mirror.

You were in your normal cotton panties and bra, the most comfortable set you owned and you were frowning, trying to tell if you were becoming frumpy or not.

“Now what’s that frown for?”

You spun around, startled to hear his voice. 

“I didn’t hear you come in,” you flushed.

You turned back to the mirror, still scowling.

You saw a frown of his own in the reflection of the mirror as he walked up behind you, wrapping his arms around you. He rested his chin on the top of your head, looking at your reflection with you.

“Baby, what’s the matter?”

He held you tightly, not uncomfortably tight, but just enough that you could feel the protection in his grasp. He was always so protective of you, something you found endearing. If only he could protect you from your toxic thoughts.

You sighed, resigned to admitting your fears. You hadn’t voiced them to Spencer yet, but you were sure by now it was noticeable.

“I’m just kicking myself for gaining weight. It’s gotten noticeable and I don’t like the way I look. I’m sure you don’t either.”

He jerked back from you like you’d slapped him. At first, you thought it was because your suspicions were confirmed and he was disgusted by you. But then you saw the look on his face.

“How could you say something like that?”

He looked hurt. 

You probably could have actually slapped him and he would’ve looked less hurt than he did now.

You turned around to face him and saw the downturn of his mouth and the furrow of his brows to display his upset manner.

“I’ve just been really self conscious lately...I’m sorry,” you said apologetically, “I didn’t mean to hurt your feelings.”

He turned you once again towards the mirror.

“I’m hurt that you’d think I wouldn’t love you, no matter what you look like.”

You winced, feeling foolish that you’d even voiced your thoughts.

“You see your thighs?”

His hands traced them gently, in a loving way.

“Unfortunately.”

“What do you see when you look at them?” he asked.

“Big, thunder thighs where half my weight gain has gone,” you mumbled.

“Well, what I see, is completely different, Y/N.”

“How so?” you asked, curious.

“What I see is the thighs that my pile of books fell on when I first met you. Or more like accidentally dumped a load of books on,” he chuckled.

You smiled, remembering that. It had been on the subway when Spencer had still used the public transport to get to work. You’d been sitting by yourself, earbuds in your ears and listening to an audiobook when all of a sudden what seemed like an avalanche of books came raining down onto your lap. Poor Spencer was red faced and embarrassed, but that one chance encounter led to so much more.

“And they look no different to me than the day I met you,” he continued, “Now, see these hips?”

“They’ve gotten huge,” you frowned.

“You don’t see me complaining,” he smirked, squeezing them playfully, making you chuckle.

“Anyway, on a serious note. These curves are what enticed me when you wore that pretty blue dress on our first date. They were—and still are—mesmerizing to me.”

His fingers trailed up your sides and across your stomach.

“And your stomach? I love that it’s realistic, that you still have rolls when you sit. It’s normal for even the tiniest person. But I love that you aren’t afraid to eat. That’s not the only thing, it’s my favorite spot to lay my head on, your tummy.”

You smiled. He loved to lay on you when you were relaxing, watching tv or even just cuddling. Sometimes his head would lay on your stomach as you played with his hair and he looked up at you with his heart in his eyes.

“I see your point,” you mumbled, fighting another smile.

“Maybe one day, this stomach will also grow with our baby,” he smiled at your reflection in the mirror.

“I also love your smile, it’s so bright and contagious. It lights up a room. I love your eyes, the way they sparkle when you’re excited about something. I also love seeing all your love in them when you look at me. I love your laugh. It’s filled with joy and nothing but it. I love everything about you Y/N. I don’t care if you’ve gained a little weight.”

Your heart couldn’t expand with any more love or happiness than you felt now. 

“In fact, I love your curves so much; the thicker the better, am I right?” Spencer smirked.

You chuckled, slapping his hands away playfully.

He in turn, turned you so you were facing each other. His fingers brushed your cheek.

“I love you. No matter what you think, how you look, I will always love you.”

His lips met yours and you kissed him with all the love you felt for him. It was passionate, sweet, soft, but fiery. 

You pulled him closer as the kisses grew more heated and his hands reached for the back of your bra, unfastening it.

“I wanna show you just how much I love your body,” he whispered against your lips.

He picked you up, carrying you across the room to the bed, setting you on it gently.

You watched him curiously as he laced his fingers underneath the waistband of your underwear, pulling them off.

He leaned down, kissing your nose, then your lips.

“I love these,” he smirked, tapping a finger over your lips.

Then he kissed across your collarbones, making sure to leave a kiss upon each of your shoulders. His trail of kisses led down to your breasts.

“I definitely love these,” he chuckled, placing a kiss on the swell of each of them.

He took one nipple in mouth sucking on it gently, his hand kneading your other breast. With a small gasp from your lips, your body arched toward his mouth.

You tugged at the material of his shirt, indicating you wanted it off. He parted from you with a sly grin.

“Patience.”

He discarded his shirt and returned his attention to you. You squirmed under his gaze making him smile.

“What’s wrong?”

“I just feel so...exposed,” you grinned, realizing that technically you were.

“Well, one,” his smirk returned as his hands roamed your exposed skin, “You actually are exposed. And two, it’s not like this is our first rodeo.”

You knew he was right. But voicing your earlier self-conscious thoughts had made you feel vulnerable in a way that physical intimacy had never had. His expression changed when he saw you contemplating your words.

“What is it, honey?” 

“I just feel more vulnerable than ever after voicing my insecurities,” you whispered, your gaze locking with his.

“I’m glad you told me,” he answered, his hands stroking your sides, “Because it gives me that much more motivation to show you why I think you’re perfect in my eyes.”

His kisses trailed downwards until his lips reached the top of your thighs. Your legs inadvertently parted a bit, earning a deep chuckle from him.

His hands were gentle on your thighs as was his mouth on your core. His tongue traveled over you like you were a piece of china, so incredibly delicate. Your soft moans filled the room as your fingers simultaneously tugged on his hair.

He didn’t stay there for long though. His goal was to just tease a bit before he got to the main act.

When he’d reached your face again, he kissed you tenderly, sliding into you at the same time. This was a much more gentle intimacy that you were usually used to.

His thrusts started out more slow and gentle as he continued to kiss you, his tongue twirling with yours. You held onto him, as if you couldn’t get close enough when you were already as connected as two souls could be.

Your legs wrapped around his waist, your timid noises giving him the slightest pause before his hips joined yours in a bit of a faster pace. 

It was far from normal sex, this was actual lovemaking you read about in romance novels or watched in theatrical love stories. You could feel every ounce of his love pour into you with each thrust into you.

“Spencer,” you murmured, bringing his face close to yours again.

Your lips met briefly before you pulled away, just to watch him, your eyes taking in every little detail about him as you both shared one of the deepest intimacies a couple could.

His lips hovered over yours as he moved within you, his gaze finding yours before his eyes fell closed, lost to the bliss. His groans reverberated through you, adding to the sensuality.

Your fingers dug into his back as his thrusts became more erratic. His hands pushed your legs further up his sides, granting even deeper access to you. Your breathy gasp was approval enough of the movement. 

Spencer watched you as you, too, lost yourself to the feeling of the two of you connected and as close as could be. Your lips were parted as you whimpered and moaned underneath him, your name falling from his lips more repeatedly now.

“God, I love you so fucking much,” he groaned into your neck, his release fast approaching.

You felt him tense above you, his low growl right in your ear as he came apart, your name coming from him like a mantra.

Your hand gripped his hair tightly as you came apart not long after him, your moans echoing in the bedroom.

When he slowed, his eyes found yours, his lips meeting yours gently in a sweet kiss. It was only when you parted from his kiss that you smiled up at him, feeling more loved than you could ever explain.

“You’re beautiful beyond belief, Y/N,” he mumbled, thumb stroking your cheek.

“I love you, Spencer.”

It was only when you parted from one another and the tangle of sheets and were laying in his arms that he spoke again.

“Will you still love me when I’m old and fat? You know I’m a sucker for Rossi’s cooking.”

You laughed, hitting his chest playfully.

“Of course I would love you, no matter what you look like.”

“Then you understand why I say I love you, even if you’ve gained a few pounds.”

You smiled, knowing he meant the words wholeheartedly.

It was then that you knew, everything would be okay. Your insecurities didn’t hold a flame to Spencer’s love.

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author´s note; today is my husband´s birthday and honestly i´ve been working on this for a week, it´s the longest piece i´ve written up to date and wow. also i want to thank (as well as apologize omg) to @kamehamethot​ and @briswriting​ for annoying the fuck out of you for days. i love you and thank you for not kicking my ass. i would be incredibly lost without you!

everything in this post was made by me!

pairing; iwaizumi hajime x reader

word count; 1770

genre; fluff, slight angst?

requests; open

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His eyes stared into the colourful night, lights shining brightly across the sky, his back pressed comfortably against the glass of his garret window. The roof of his home had always been a comforting place for him, no worries would follow him here, as there was only the night and its chilly winds to think about. Time seemed nonexistent up there, as he wasn’t sure how many minutes or perhaps even hours he had spent immersed in his own thoughts, which had been keeping him up at night as of late. Not even the calm of the night and the wind sweeping through his spiky hair seemed to put his unusually frenzied mind at ease. The image of a girl with e/c eyes and the most bewitching of smiles appearing before him as soon as his head hit the pillow.

Hajime shook his head, hoping the motion would finally clear his mind of you, but as usual it merely ended up being a rather...futile attempt. His eyes cast down as he unlocked his phone, going through the various pictures in his gallery, when he stumbled upon a particularly charming one. It was a photograph of you, eyes sparkling in the sun, smile so bright it could rival any jewel and most importantly all of your attention was on him. Not on that bastard Shittykawa, like it seemed to be for these last couple of days. He probably should have known from the start, everyone always seemed to fancy Oikawa quite a lot more than they ever did him. This wasn’t something that usually got to him, at least never quite to this extent, after all he had gotten relatively used to it over the years.

Most girls he found himself enamoured with fell victim to Tōru Oikawa’s endless charm, ridiculously beautiful face and athletic genius. While many things changed in his life with time, this and the ever annoying presence of his companion seemed to be only things staying constant. Sometimes he figured he really had no right to complain, he cherished his friendship with Tōru, he truly did, but he couldn’t help feel the slightest bit of resentment towards the Grand King. He felt bland compared to him, he didn’t have an enthralling smile, a presence so grand and otherworldly or even wits to make up for his lack of charisma. Sure, he had quite a nice physique if he dared say so himself, something he had worked incredibly hard for and his skin had an olive tan that many of his peers were jealous over even if he couldn’t quite understand why. But he was still quite rough around the edges, a brute as Oikawa liked to call him and more often than not he didn’t even look approachable, especially not to girls.

With a sigh and another shake of his head, he began to climb back inside his room, the sudden warmth making tiny goosebumps appear on the naked skin of his arms and neck. He fell back onto his bed, finding his thoughts racing once again, more so than before, making him groan in utter frustration at his own dilema. Sleep won’t find him tonight, he figured as he prepared himself for another restless night.

The hallway was alive, students and teachers alike buzzing along the corridors trying to quickly make their way to the cafeteria, but not you. You on the other hand were trying to maneuver your way through the thick crowd of people, a certain destination - or rather a certain someone set in your mind. A tiny box held by your slightly shaky hands, if it was out of nervousness or fright you weren’t quite sure. But you supposed it really didn’t matter all too much, especially now with the sight of his spiky brown hair coming into view. The skin of your cheeks suddenly heated up, a rosé blush quite evident on them - you had  never been so grateful for his eyes being glued to his phone. His brows were scrunched in evident concentration, and admittedly it would have been quite the adorable sight, if your heart wasn’t threatening to burst out of your chest at any moment.

“Iwaizumi-san”, the sound of your angelic voice snapping him out of his daze, eyes quickly darting towards your blush adorned face. He really couldn’t help the small smile forming once he noticed the pink hue on your cheeks, but quickly made sure to replace it with his usual poker face. “I have something I would like to give you.”, you continued, voice more quiet and unsure than usual. Your slightly shaky hands lifted, showing a small lunch box wrapped neatly with a blue sparkly band around it. It was quite endearing actually. Everything about you was, the way you refused to drop the honorific, no matter how many times he told you there really was no need for it, just because he was your senpai. Or the way your eyes seemed to sparkle whenever you got excited, the words tumbling from your lips in such a haste, it took him a lot of willpower and concentration to catch every word. There were so many things he liked about you, it would take him hours to name them all, and even then he was sure there were so many more he simply hadn’t discovered yet.

“....Oikawa.” and suddenly he was no longer in that love-struck daze, that name ringing in his ears like the drill of a whistle. Of course, that box in your hands was more than likely something you made especially for him. For Oikawa. “Oikawa?” he repeated, a bitter taste staying on his tongue after the name left his lips. “Uh..yeah..Oikawa-san?”, a sudden uncomfortable silence fell between the two of you, nervous eyes darting from his taller form to the tiny box in your hands. His eyes were narrowed, a kind of expression on his face you had never seen before, and for a split second you swore you saw a flash of hurt cross his face. “Yeah...no, thanks.”, and with a final shake of his head, he went on his way, leaving you standing by his locker, stumped and upset. Once again, your eyes found the small box still held in between your hands, wet spots littered the lid, along with the heart shaped glitter stickers you put in hopes of emphasizing your point. Guess all of that was for nothing, you thought as you dumped the box along with its contents into the nearest bin, unaware of the hazel eyes watching from the other side of the hallway.

Hajime felt miserable, he was angry, with Oikawa, with you but mostly with himself for once again thinking he had even an ounce of a chance. Obviously you would fall for his best friend, he had never met a girl who didn’t like Tooru at least a little bit. “What’s gotten you in such a sour mood, Iwaizumi?”, Mattsun questioned, clearly concerned for his friend. It wasn’t often they saw him with a scowl this big without the presence of a certain setter around, and usually this was an even bigger cause for concern. He wasn’t ready to reply, not yet anyways, but before he even had the chance to utter a reply, a sound that could only be described as a shriek filled his ears. “IWA-CHAN!” His eardrums will have permanent damage, he was absolutely certain of it as the setter all but stormed up to the table he was currently sitting at. “Why did you make Y/N-chan cry?”, the taller male practically seethed at him, a look so angry it could even rival his own signature scowl. A lump formed in his throat, did he really make you cry? “Y/N-chan and I spent so much time making you that stupid tofu, only for you to be so mean to her? She even threw it away!” He let his friend ramble on, the weight of his actions slowly sinking in, that box had been his all along. Truly, he was an absolute moron, if he had only listened to you properly instead of falling into one of his daydreams. Without uttering a single word, he stood up from his seat and dashed out of the cafeteria, dead set on making it right this time.

He found you in your classroom, head caged between your arms as you cried silently. The lump in his throat only growing tighter, his steps small and silent as he moved to the seat in front of your desk. You were alerted of his presence when you heard the scratching of the chair against the wooden floor, his eyes sharp as ever, staring at your admittedly crestfallen form. “I’m sorry, Shittykawa told me...I thought you made it for him.” Made it for Oikawa? You weren’t quite sure if you heard him right, his voice was unusually quiet, missing it’s confidence and authority. “No, i asked him for help. It was supposed to be a surprise for you, Iwaizumi-san.”

Now he really felt awful, your bright eyes peering up at him, small hands wiping away the tears staining your cheeks. Without thinking, his hand reached out, wiping a stray tear from your cheek, which in turn heated up at the softness of his gesture. Out of instinct, your eyes drifted away from his leafy-greens, the pink in your cheeks only darkening in colour. Hajime cleared his throat, straightening in his seat at the same time. “Why...uhm...did you make the food in the first place?” Uncertainty quite discernable in his voice, eyes once more finding your own. You must have looked like a tomato at this point, ears burning with utter embarrassment as you tried to stammer out a response. “I...like you.”

Green eyes widened at your statement, his lips suddenly turning upwards into a wide grin, one of his hands finding your significantly smaller one, thumb carefully stroking along your knuckles. “I...uh...like you too. And i am sorry about the tofu, perhaps I can take you out on a date? You know as..uhm...reparation?” You have never agreed faster to anything in your life.

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[beyond-the-mirror]

The Blue Eyed King’s Gift

Oof! After an eternity incredibly long time I’m finally back to writing! This one will be a three part fic to accompany the Fairy Tale AU one I wrote with Dante x Fem!Reader.

Can you guess which tale I got inspiration for this fic? I won’t include it in the tags for now, but as the story progresses you will start to get the idea of which tale it is.

Warnings: Slight violence against children. Don’t worry, it’s nothing too serious.

Story under the cut.

IMPORTANT EDIT: I decided to make this a four-part fic rather than a three-part, mostly because I realized that the second part may be a little too long to be included in just one chapter.

Part Two - Part Three - Part Four

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Part One

"(Y/N)!! Where the fuck is my breakfast?!!"

Your father yelled from his bed chambers in such a loud volume you swore the entire house trembled in fear at his wrath. Letting out a defeated sigh, you hurried up placing all the served plates and the warm teapot on the tray before heading upstairs.

Life hadn't been easy at all for you, especially these recent years. Ever since you had memory, your father has been a cruel man to both you and your poor mother, the only reason she had ended up marrying him was because of an arrangement both their families had agreed upon. He was the sole heir of his family's fortune, but needed to marry a woman in order to keep their status unblemished. Eventually your grandparents passed away and your parents received the inheritance, the only problem they didn't take into account was their son's unmeasurable greed and hedonism. Soon enough, your father had wasted pretty much all your fortune in alcohol, unsuccessful business deals and gambling, reducing all your family's possessions to merely a modest but still pretty chateau in the countryside and a few valuables.

You still cried at the memory of your mother wilting away on her bed due to a most terrible illness, the medicines she needed to recover were far too expensive, not that the price mattered much since your father wouldn’t even bother to pay for them anyways had they been any cheaper. Alcohol and gambling were far more important for the man than his dying wife.

"Finally! I swear you're doing this on purpose." Your father scowled from his bed as you placed the food tray on his bedside table. "Do you wish for your own father to starve to death? Talk about an ungrateful child. Get out of my sight already!"

You only resigned to silently nod before leaving, the harsh words from your father never failed to hurt you deeply, cutting down your heart so much you weren't able to mutter a single word to him.

A few tears threatened to escape, but you forced them down. A new day full of possibilities was right before you, so you wasted no time in collecting some of the many fruits and vegetables you grew by yourself in your own garden. This year had brought an exceptional harvest, your crops would certainly make a great profit at the town's market.

Unlike your father, the townspeople respected you and treated you with utmost kindness. Often would they offer their help knowing your situation, something that you would forever be grateful for. You promised to yourself that one day, shall your economy ever recover that is, you would repay them to the last penny for their unwavering support.

After another successful day at the town market you decided to return home, all your produce sold out and now replaced by a small satchel of silver coins, some of them spent in meat, spices and bread for cooking meals at home.

It was a simple life, but you were happy with what little you had. Now if only your father weren't so cruel and abusive...

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"C'mon V! Let's explore over here!"

You were in the kitchen when a soft giddy voice in the distance caught your attention.

"Wait Nero! I don't think it's a good idea to stray further. What if Father becomes worried?" A second voice answered back.

Peering out the window, you noticed two little children playing not too far from your chateau's front yard. Both had pristine white hair, one of them seemed to carry a black kitten in his arms while a blue bird was perched on his shoulder. It was a rather endearing sight and an odd one too since they weren't familiar to you at all, not many people lived in the countryside area you resided in. Perhaps a family recently moved nearby without you noticing.

"Don't worry V, after all he sent Griffon and Shadow here to look after us. Look brother," One of them pointed at your residence with the small wooden sword in his hands. "I found a tiny castle!"

"Whoa, what a lovely house! Do you think a tiny princess lives there too?" The other brother pointed out. You couldn't help but giggle at their adorable antics as they approached your yard.

Reaching for some of the pastries you had bought earlier, you decided to grab a few to give to the brothers. You were about to reach for the back door when-

"GET OUT OF MY PROPERTY YOU BRATS!!"

As soon as you stepped out, you witnessed your father in a very drunken state harassing the poor children. "I SAID GET LOST NOW!!!"

You watched in absolute horror how he harshly grabbed one of the kids by his arm before throwing him to the ground, prompting his brother to wield his toy sword in an attempt to defend him, but ultimately failing as he was backhanded so roughly he too fell to the ground.

"NO! FATHER STOP!" You immediately sprinted to them, basically throwing yourself over harm's way as you shielded the children, pulling them away from your father's relentless attacks. Even the black cat and the blue bird that accompanied the kids had started attacking him, effectively helping you keeping the man at bay as you hugged the kids protectively.

"Damn animals, GET AWAY FROM ME!" The man struggled and flailed against the bird and the cat, missing every strike as he was too drunk and unfocused for their agility.

"Please father, you're completely inebriated and you will only hurt yourself and others. Just go back to the house, please?" You implored doing, your best to calm him down until he finally relented.

"Fine. Food better be ready soon though or you're sleeping outside tonight." His words came out slurred as he stumbled back inside.

Letting out a sigh of relief, you turned to the young twins in your arms, kneeling down before them to check for any wounds they may have gotten. The poor little ones were crying, a few bruises and cuts on their knees and faces.

"It's okay little ones, the bad man is already gone." Gently wiping their tears away, you comforted them until they calmed down. "Are you alright?"

"I-I think so... How about you V?"

"I... I’m fine. That man was so scary though."

A sigh of relief escaped you as you determined all the wounds were minor and merely superficial, nothing you couldn’t handle quickly.

"I'm truly sorry for what happened. Please come inside, let's get your wounds treated."

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“Much better now, isn’t it?”

It didn’t take long for you to finish cleaning and disinfecting the boys’ wounds. Luckily yout homemade medicinal balm was already working wonders, their skin already healing considerably.

“Here! A gift for being the bravest boys in the world.” You handed each one the pastries from before. The brothers’ eyes began sparkling at the sweet treats before them, they didn’t hesitate for a second before grabbing them and taking a bite.

“Thank you so much lady (Y/N)! These are so delicious!” they happily ate their pastries, even sharing a bit for their company animals too.

“I’m glad you like them. And you don’t need to call me lady by the way, just (Y/N) is fine. May I know your names too?”

“I’m Nero!” The twin with short hair and blue eyes answered.

“My name is Vitale, or V if you prefer.” The twin with shoulder-length hair and green eyes replied. “Oh! And these are our friends Griffon and Shadow!” V hugged Shadow close to his chest while Griffon perched himself on Nero’s shoulder.

“A pleasure meeting you four! Does your family live nearby by the way?”

Nero nodded as he kept chewing on his pastry. “Our house is just north from here actually, but Papa doesn’t let us go out often.”

Oh?

“And why is that?”

“Well...” V started, looking a bit down. “Father is very protective of us, that’s why he only lets us play outside as long as we stay close to the house. But today we tried convincing him to let us go explore a little bit farther, it was difficult but he finally agreed as long as we promised we would be alright...”

“I really hope he doesn’t get mad at us after he finds out what happened.” Nero added worryingly. Their saddened eyes really plucked at your heartstrings.

You knelt down so you could look at them in the eyes. “Don’t worry my children. How about I write a note to your father explaining the situation? I’m not sure if this would help much, but at least he would know he has my word that no harm will come to you. And if that doesn’t work, I could always go and meet him personally to get to an agreement.”

“You would really do that for us?” They looked at you expectantly, and when you nodded your answer, their faces lit up in so much joy that they unexpectedly enveloped you in a hug. You chuckled before wrapping your arms around them, returning the hug.

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Since the brothers wanted to continue playing, you allowed the children to stay for a few more hours while you finished cooking. You let them keep playing in your garden, a place where you knew your father wouldn’t spot them and risk another scene like the one before.

Politely excusing yourself to your little guests before leaving to deliver your father’s meal. Luckily this time he received his food without saying much of a word, a very welcomed improvement from this morning’s rant.

As you returned to your guests, you noticed they were looking at you in concern.

“(Y/N), is that man really... your father?

“Yes, he is. Why the question?”

The glanced at each other briefly before V continued “Why did he treat you like that? I thought fathers were supposed to love their daughters...”

To say the question took you a bit by surprise would have been a underestimation. You simply sat down at one of the wooden benches, not knowing exactly what to say.

The brothers sat down next to you, each one by your sides.

You fumbled with your words, tears already pricking your eyes before you managed to control them.

“I know he is not exactly a good man, he made many mistakes in the past that cost our family so much… But, despite everything, he is still my father. Maybe I’m wrong, but I want to think he still has a good heart deep inside. That’s why I can’t give up on him. I stay with him in hope that one day he would finally change for the better.”

You forced a smile so you wouldn’t make the children worry anymore about you, and yet they managed to see through your façade. Their little arms wrapped around your waist and hugged you, an attempt to give you some comfort for the pain you were going through daily.

A warmth unlike no other enveloped your entire self, maybe it was cuteness of the situation or the great empathy of this wonderful children felt for you, but it felt so soothing how peace seemed to overtake you at the moment.

It was strange, yet so familiar. Like a distant memory of better days gone by.

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The sun was about to set in a few hours, so you decided it was time for the children to head back home before it became dark.

As you had promised the brothers, you wrote a note for their father apologizing for the incident that happened and gave it to Nero. You also packed a few slices of fruit in a pouch for them to snack on during their trip back home.

“Um (Y/N)... can we come to your house to play again some time?” V asked in a shy voice. Both he and Nero had so much fun playing and staying with you, for them it felt that they had genuinely met a new friend that day.

“Of course little ones. You can come here and play whenever you want, as long as your father agrees to.” You ruffled their pretty little heads, making the brothers giggle.

“We promise to visit as often as we can! Right V?”

The younger one nodded his head enthusiastically.

And so, Nero and V departed. It was odd, how the chateau felt a hundred times emptier without them despite just meeting them earlier.

They were both so sweet and innocent, you just hoped their father wouldn’t get angry after reading your short letter. It would be a shame if the boys got punished for something that wasn’t their fault.

Going back into the kitchen, you cleaned a bit before tending to the plants at your garden, wondering if your new friends would soon brighten your day again with their presence

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At the throne of a majestic palace, an all-seeing orb conjured at his hand, a demon king watched over his two sons.

The day they were born, he vowed to The Creator above that he would always protect them, even if that meant giving up his own life, he would gladly pay the price if it guaranteed they would keep living theirs in peace.

His kingdom may not be a vast one, completely isolated from others, but the land was prosperous and peace reigned over everyone. The king knew his sons would grow safe and sound behind the powerful barrier that surrounded the kingdom, but he couldn’t help a small seed of doubt that gnawed at his chest.

He feared for the day curiosity would awake in the hearts of his twins. They would want to know everything about the outside world, their innocent minds not knowing how cruel and dangerous it could be. The king often taught them of the outside world through the many books and scripts in the royal library, but he was afraid that would not be enough for his children.

So when that morning they had insisted of going beyond the barrier, no matter how much he had prepared himself mentally for this moment, his heart still ached with worry.

But he wouldn’t take their freedom away. Doing so is one of the most horrifying acts one could bestow upon another.

So the king allowed them to venture beyond their home. He had to let them fly, not clip their beautiful wings.

However, as much as he wanted to trust his sons, his concerns were bigger. He tasked two servants to keep them company, knowing that their eyes would keep guard on them. Using his demonic power, he summoned an oracle that would let him watch over them from his throne.

He watched as they approached a small chateau outside the forest, they were happy and playing along the way which brought a smile to his usually stoic face.

That contentment was gone in an instant.

A drunk man stepped out of the house and attacked his sons, scaring them and making them cry.

The king immediately stood from his throne, his fists tightly clenched as his eyes filled with immeasurable wrath and ire. He was about to unsheath his own sword to open a portal and go there, ready to end the miserable man’s life, when another figure ran into the scene. A woman who shielded his sons from the attacking man.

And when he finally managed to look at her face, he froze, almost dropping the sword in his hand.

For she looked exactly like-

… No. It couldn’t be her.

And yet there was a tenderness in the way she treated them. The way her soft hands cleaned the boys’ tears and kindly healed their wounds. The way she offered them a few pastries with a sweet smile in her face and warm light in her eyes. It was rather endearing, how this woman gained his sons’ trust in just a few minutes.

Releasing a breath he didn’t know he was holding, the king sat down at the throne once again, attentive to what the oracle revealed to his eyes.

Maybe the outside world wasn’t so dangerous after all.

#devil may cry #fairy tale au #Vergil Sparda #vergil x reader #vergil x you #reader insert #fanfiction

[magioftheseas]

Repressed/Stunted

For @badthingshappenbingo

Prompt: Please Don’t Leave Me taken from here.

Rating: T+

Warnings: Possessive and violent thoughts but in terms of content, nothing really.

Notes: I finally wrote a full-ish Pokemon BW fic, focusing on FerrisWheelShipping because... Yes! This one’s on the messier side, sorry. I have a lot of feelings about my Trainer Touko/Hilda headcanons. I just think she should be much more aggressive. So, I explored that a little. Hope it’s okay. =m=

***Alternate Ao3 Link***

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It had taken a while to ‘break N in’, so to speak. When she first offered that he stay with her and her mom, he had of course been anxious. Wary. He grew only more skittish the closer they got to Nuvema, and the only reason he hadn’t bolted the second the door opened was because her mom had greeted him so warmly.

“So you’re the friend she’s talked so much about! Come in, come in!”

She had wondered, of course, if N had ever known a mother’s affection. Judged by his dumbfounded stare and the way he trailed after her mother like a lost Lillipup, she suspected that wasn’t the case.

He really is a child, isn’t he?

“She looks a lot like you,” he had remarked. “That’s normal, isn’t it? What about your father?”

“We don’t really talk about him,” she had replied with an easy laugh. “I barely even knew him.”

“Oh. Was he bad?”

Like yours?

She had shrugged.

“Like I said, I don’t know. Can’t really make those kinds of calls on someone I didn’t know.”

“I see.” N blinked at her, eyes wide. “That’s such a noncommittal response. So mature, Touko.”

Mature?

The relationship between her and N had always been a little weird. From the start, N saw her as a rival and a counterpart to himself. With his own grand self-image, she couldn’t deny the expectation in that sparkling gaze of his was beyond uncomfortable and frustrating. Even now, N looks at her like there’s more than what she is, and the weight of that is crushing on her shoulders. With his life and world crumbled, his pedestal of her remained.

She still wants to tackle him sometimes for that. It would be inappropriate to do so at the dinner table, so she just thrums her fingers along the surface, and she takes in how her mom prepares their plates with a smile and a laugh. Like nothing is amiss. Like nothing ever went wrong.

“How long are you staying with us, N?” her mother asks. “I certainly don’t mind having an extra pair of helping hands around.”

“Touko insisted I’d come and she’s quite scary,” was his answer. “When I told her my living conditions, she went into a rage.”

“Because he sleeps outside,” she huffed. “In the cold. Without even a tent.”

“My friends keep me warm, Touko. It’s not cold at all.” N shook his head. “Not to mention tents are windy and unyielding.”

“Yeah, he’s staying with me until further notice.” A pause, and it was probably then that Touko realized how rude she was being. “T-That’s alright, isn’t it, mom?”

“As I said, I don’t mind,” her mom chirped. “It’s nostalgic, isn’t it? Having a friend stay over. Both Cheren and Bianca are so busy these days. How are they doing?”

“They’re...doing fine,” she says because she’s not sure what else to say. “Don’t worry. I’m looking into getting our own place so this shouldn’t be a permanent setup.”

Her mother’s smile is broad. N eyes her curiously. Intently. She doubts he understands this situation, the undercurrents brought about by societal expectations and pressures. He was sheltered from all of that—she wondered if he even truly understood what independence was. N was a couple of years older, yes, but he was also much, much more immature.

Not that it’s his fault or anything.

“You don’t have to be in such a hurry, Touko,” her mom said. “Just grow up at your own pace.”

“Can’t help it,” she huffed. “I don’t like to fall behind.”

Cheren and Bianca seem to be on a path that’ll suit them for the rest of their lives. Or at least the foreseeable future. Meanwhile I—still have no idea what I want, exactly. Besides that guy.

“Is this a competition?” N asked, quite confused. “I apologize. I do not understand at all.”

I want him. To be with him. Maybe that’s shallow, but... It’s because he’s so innocent that I can’t help it.

“It’s irrational,” Touko explained. “It’s not really meant to be understood so much as felt.”

“I...see. I don’t suppose you can explain those feelings in greater depth?”

“Not with formulas, no. Sorry.”

Inferiority, desire, and drive. I’ve always been the kind of person to let my emotions guide me. Blind leading the blind. I even ended up on going in circles looking for this stupid, stupid guy.

N was frowning, almost pouting, and she wanted him fiercely.

“Even as a human, you’re particularly arduous, Touko.”

“It’s not good human behavior,” she admitted. “But it’s not bad for a rival, huh?”

I say like I hadn’t crushed Cheren under my heel. Like I haven’t made Bianca almost cry. Like it’s not a great thing that both of them moved on from me.

“At least you’re not inflexible,” N mused. “Some humans are. It’s really frustrating. I can still only communicate properly with a select few of them. Beyond you and Mei, of course.”

That’s a bad thing. You left in the first place to gain a greater understanding. I shouldn’t be a little happy to hear that.

“A lot are flexible,” she said. “Keep trying, N. Don’t give up. And if someone is being particularly stubborn—I’ll beat them up.”

“Not battle them?”

“Sometimes you can settle matters with your own two fists, N. Oh, but only leave that to me. Don’t get into any fights. Be diplomatic where you can.”

“I know that,” N replied, brow furrowed. “Ghetsis made it clear that such physical means were...unsightly.”

“It’s because I don’t want you getting hurt, obviously,” Touko said. “Not to mention it’s for the sake of everyone else. I don’t think I’d be able to hold back against someone who hurt you.”

Even that monster’s name is enough to drive me into a white-hot fury. N’s incredible, isn’t he? For saying it. So easily.

N does bristle this time. With a predictable amount of childishness.

“I can handle myself. I don’t need a guard.”

“Oh, no,” her mother cut in. “Touko’s just like that with her friends. It can be a nightmare to deal with especially when she tried to physically fight Bianca’s father.”

N blinked, and his mouth opens. It closes without a word, leaving behind only a soft hum. Touko, too, said nothing in response. She felt no need to protest nor defend herself.

“Some things never change,” her mother just sighed, preparing the plates. “But, well, enough about that. Let’s eat!”

“Thanks, mom.”

“Thank you for the food,” N muttered, head ducked.

After the food was set out and the table made, they ate in relative silence and comfort. Touko wondered if she should have been relieved that N knew to use utensils. She then felt foolish for the thought. N wasn’t completely untamed, obviously. That monster wanted at least the appearance of refinement, so N would know how to function somewhat in a social setting such as eating at the table. Thinking of it that way, Touko found herself wishing N wouldn’t have bothered with the pretense. Even now, the way he operates forks and knives was stiff and almost mechanical. Between that and his tightened features, it was clear just how nervous the other was.

“Is it any good?” her mother asked, ever kindly and worriedly. She no doubt took notice as well.

N’s nod was more of a spastic jerk.

“Thank you for the food.”

It was too much to take, so she looked away for now.

“Thank you for the food,” she echoed in a drone.

--

N was a couple of years older than her. Physically, he was in the early stages of adulthood. But with how much of the world he’s seen, he might as well still be a child. He’s a lot like Bianca, body growing faster than allowed. Sheltered and sweet, only N’s upbringing was of a much more sinister nature.

N was once a king. At the time, Touko wanted to crush him. To smash him between her palms and wipe the remnants off her shorts. She had pretty strong feelings against him. His smug attitude and upturned nose, the way he would continuously dart his eyes towards her team attached to her belt. He spoke so quickly that she wanted to wring his neck.

All that said, she wanted to shove her tongue down his throat. Be it because of hormones, because he was the first guy she really got to know besides Cheren, or even because N was just pretty to look at, there had been undeniable attraction. Attraction which hadn’t even been separated from violence.

And now, she—doesn’t want to hurt him. Because she knows how vulnerable he really is. How he had been manipulated by a monster and how his face had crumbled like paper when called a freak. When she wanted to embrace him, it was fueled purely by the desire to keep him safe from the rest of the world.

She still let him leave. She understood that he needed to understand things for himself. She had been his ultimate rival, but they hadn’t been friends. She couldn’t have expected him to confide in her. And, yet, she still chased after him and now that they’ve reunited... She frankly has no intention of letting him go again, even if it’s for his own good.

N was stated to have a pure and innocent heart. The only thing pure about Touko was pure stubbornness.

--

“Mom’s nice.”

“Yeah, she is.”

She doesn’t correct N. Her mother didn’t either, finding it endearing if a bit sad. Touko did think to tell her not to pity him, because N doesn’t like to be pitied—but she thinks her mother might ask her more about N, and she doesn’t want to talk about him. Or rather, what she knows about him.

She kind of wants to keep it to herself out of the messed up desire to keep N to herself.

“It’s warm,” N said. “Nothing like the castle at all. It’s all calm. Calming. I envy your upbringing, Touko.”

He’s a little tall for the futon that her mother laid out. Touko stares at him shifting awkwardly.

“You’ll get used to it,” she finally replied. “You’re gonna stay here for a while, yeah?”

He hums softly.

“If you’ll have me.”

She could’ve laughed, even as she did have the decency to feel the slightest twinge of guilt. It wasn’t enough to admit the truth. She only felt guiltier because N thought highly of her. Like this—she was taking advantage of him. She’s been with Bianca long enough to know how to be gentle with people, and yet...

“Sorry.” She slips off her bed, hovering over him before pressing down on her hands. With N’s head in-between, she held herself over him with resolve. “You’re not lonely with me here, right?”

When that monster told you the truth—when he spat in your face about inhumanity, I can’t even imagine how you felt. Devastated? Shattered? Perhaps—you felt the loneliest you’ve ever been. I get it. I do. I understand why you had to get away. But—that didn’t stop me from wanting to scream “please don’t leave me!!”

“It’s a little lonely,” N admitted, because he really was so unabashedly honest. His eyes were bright, but her reflection within them looked a little twisted. “The reason for that is because you’re closed off from me, Touko.”

Ah.

Aha.

Her heart nearly stuttered through her ribcage. Funny how words like that could cut through her.

“Are you mad?” N asks so sadly, reaching up and cupping her face. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry for leaving.”

This idiot really has such trouble understanding the human heart. But, he’s trying. Oh, Arceus, he’s trying so much. For years, he’s been trying.

Swelling with adoration, Touko turned to kiss his palm, nuzzling into that hand. N pets her for that, and maybe to him it’s just like reassuring a friend. Gentle touches to show that the world isn’t entirely cruel. If she had been a tad more immature, she would’ve recoiled at the idea of being treated like she was broken. But because she’s mostly selfish, she accepts his affection greedily.

I’m not letting you go again. Sorry, N. Sorry.

At least N holds her like he doesn’t want to let go, either.

#Magi fics #bad things happen bingo #FerrisWheelShipping #Pokemon BW #bad things bingo

[artificialqueens]

Envious (Branjie) - Ortega

a/n: hello ya big lovely bastards it’s ya gal ortega back on the scene with this wee bit of filth i promised was coming over on my blog about a month ago! thank u very much to everyone that’s waited patiently! without further ado i wish all of my readers a very pleasant jealous exes makeup sex fic xo

(this fic is sponsored by envious // aluna, go listen to it it’s is the exact vibe)

fic summary:

yeah, you got some nerve

standing over there with her just to make me mad

(or- Brooke and Vanessa are ex girlfriends at a party both missing each other and wanting to make the other jealous so Brooke spends all night flirting with Priyanka and Vanessa spends all night flirting with Kameron until neither of them can keep up the charade anymore and they go and have jealous makeup sex in the bathroom)

***

The room is dark, the music is loud, and she’s over there.

Brooke wonders if she knew she’d be here tonight. She probably did if the outfit she’s wearing is anything to go by; black lace bodysuit that’s see-through everywhere but where Brooke wants it to be, vinyl red snake print skirt that’s too short and too tight and is going to make Brooke have a heart attack. She’s not chosen heels tonight. Instead she’s in a pair of scuffed black Superstars with three gold stripes which are stained with the spilt alcohol of parties gone by. Brooke always thought it was adorable when she accepted her short stature, always used to love the way she’d have to go on her toes if she wanted to kiss her.

Which used to be all the time. And now it’s not.

Instead she’s leaning against the counter in the kitchen and talking to some tall Amazonian goddess with tumbling blonde ombré hair, long legs and intimidating-looking muscles which tell Brooke she wouldn’t win against her in a fight. Not that Brooke’s going to fight her, of course. Even if the way she tucks her hair behind her ears and laughs softly as her conversational partner screeches out a story makes Brooke want to tip the entire contents of the punch bowl they’re standing beside over her head.

“Anyone sitting here?”

Brooke blinks, a little caught out, and follows the voice to make sure it’s actually talking to her. She is pleasantly surprised when her gaze falls on a tall girl with a shock of long, straight, bright orange hair, with long eyelashes and dark eyes and full lips. She’s wearing a denim skirt with a set of metal buttons down the front and a safety pin masquerading as one at the bottom. She also appears to be part of the bodysuit club (was there a dress code? Did Brooke miss a memo?) except hers is white, long-sleeved, tight and ribbed.

Brooke might still be hung up on her ex but she knows a pretty girl when she sees one, and she runs her tongue over her teeth before she smiles. “Nope, you’re good.”

The girl grins gratefully and flips some of her hair over her shoulder before sitting down next to Brooke on the battered leather sofa. She’s close and Brooke can smell her perfume, the overpowering cloying-ness of it rendering it instantly recognisable as some Thierry Mugler invention. It’s only then that Brooke registers she’s got two drinks in her hand, and she’s holding one out for her to take.

“You want this?” she asks cheerfully. “It was meant for my friend but I think she went off to get high or something, I don’t know. Anyway, it’s yours now.”

The outgoing nature of this girl is only serving to take Brooke’s mind off of the one on the other side of the house. That’s good. She doesn’t want to think about her, or the way that she’s almost pressed up against that other bodybuilder girl, or the way that that used to be them.

Brooke blinks slowly in an attempt to hit refresh on her mind, not to dignify those thoughts with any more time. She thanks the girl and sips at the curious red liquid in the cup, narrowing her eyes a little. “What’s in this?”

“Fuck knows. It’s the punch from the kitchen,” the girl shrugs, then raises an eyebrow at Brooke. “I mean there’s no roofies, if that’s what you’re asking.”

“No, I wasn’t…God, sorry-”

“Chill. I’m kidding,” the girl quirks a smile, and Brooke relaxes a little. Fuck, this is hard. She’s out of practise more than she’d care to admit. Luckily though the girl takes the lead again, flicking her hair once more and exposing a huge gold hoop hanging from her earlobe. “I’m Priyanka.”

“I’m Brooke,” Brooke follows suit. How can it possibly feel weird to introduce herself to someone else? “So, uh. How do you know Yvie?”

“We do netball together,” Priyanka explains, fishing something out of her drink with a long acrylic nail. “I mean, just for fun. Neither of us are actually on the team. I’m pretty much still at the stage where the ball comes towards me and I scream so loud all the insects in a five mile radius pass away.”

Brooke can’t control the way she snorts out a laugh at Priyanka’s unexpected turn of phrase. She’s funny, and that’s always been attractive to Brooke. She remembers the way someone else used to make her laugh like that, the absolutely off-the-wall observations she’d hit out with. Brooke’s thinking about her again, and she finds her gaze shifting through to the kitchen.

When Brooke’s eyes land on her, she finds she’s already staring her way. Staring at her and Priyanka sitting close together on the sofa, and Brooke having just laughed the way she used to laugh with her. And her face is like a storm cloud brought to life.

Brooke feels a little spark go off in her gut a bit like she’s won something, so she casts Priyanka a big smile, one that she attempts to make literally sparkle. Brooke reaches out and touches Priyanka’s knee lightly, can practically hear the girl on the other side of the room hiss.

“You’re funny,” Brooke simpers, and Priyanka tries to suppress a smile but fails.

“You’re cute,” she replies, and a firework goes off in Brooke’s brain.

***

“Son of a bitch,” Vanessa finds herself muttering under her breath.

“What?”

Her gaze snaps back to the girl in front of her. Kameron, the girl that works at the gym with muscles that make Vanessa wonder if she could pick her up and hold her against the wall if they made out. The girl who’s tall and blonde and who, if Vanessa squints a little, looks just like her ex.

Her ex who’s currently sat in the living room dressed in the tightest pair of blue jeans imaginable (Vanessa knows the ones- they make her butt look way too good) and an illegally tiny pink crop top, practically in some other girl’s lap, laughing and flirting and touching and doing entirely too much.

But Vanessa’s not thinking about her right now. She’s moving on. She’s talking to a hot girl with tattoos and ripped jeans and a flannel shirt tied around her waist and short nails on her middle and index fingers.

Or at least she’s trying to. If her ex wasn’t distracting her by laughing so loud the whole party is practically deafened.

“Sorry,” Vanessa smiles apologetically, bats her lashes a little. “What were we talkin’ about?”

“You were telling me about your course,” Kameron raises an eyebrow at her. “And then you got distracted by that girl over on the sofa.”

Fuck. Vanessa needs to save the situation. Kameron is incredibly gorgeous and Vanessa’s goal is to go home with her tonight, be underneath her between the hours of 1 and 4am and all the while run the risk of accidentally yelling out the wrong name. She decides to come clean. “God, yeah, sorry. It’s just…that’s my ex. An’ I forgot she’d be here tonight. Sucks when you got mutual friends after you break up so then you still gotta see each other.”

Kameron nods understandingly. “Jeez, sorry. That’s rough. And that’s totally insensitive of her to be doing all that in front of you. You think she’s doing it on purpose?”

Vanessa narrows her eyes as she flicks her gaze to the sofa again. She’s tracing the henna on the other girl’s hand. Vanessa feels the blood in her veins turn to fire. “Yep.”

As she flicks her gaze back to Kameron, Vanessa watches as a little scheming smile appears on her face. “Well, you should get to have some fun of your own, right?”

Vanessa feels little butterflies in her stomach as Kameron steps a little closer to her and lets out a laugh that’s entirely too loud but makes Vanessa smile at the sheer unexpectedness of it all regardless. “What the hell was that for?”

Kameron jerks her head to the living room and sure enough, her ex is looking over at the pair of them with a face like a burst balloon and body language to match.

“Now,” Kameron says lightly as she brings a hand up to touch Vanessa’s arm gently. “Are you going to tell me what the hell sociology is?”

***

Brooke doesn’t really know what her plan is anymore. She’s not sure if she’s trying to make her ex jealous or if she actually really wants to kiss Priyanka until she can no longer think straight. Priyanka is confident, and funny, and very attractive, and the way she smiles all excitedly at practically everything Brooke says is entirely too endearing. But Brooke is vaguely- scratch that, acutely- aware of the two girls in the kitchen who are standing too close and smiling too much and fuck, she’s giving the other girl those eyes and Brooke knows exactly what that look means.

She needs to up her game somehow.

“So wait, you must have so many crazy stories about Yvie from high school,” Priyanka distracts her. She’s curled her fingers around Brooke’s at some point during their conversation, and Brooke’s not adverse to that at all.

Brooke pauses for dramatic effect and leans close to Priyanka as she imparts her new information. “She had a full Myspace emo fringe which she used to straighten as soon as she got out the shower.”

“NO!” Priyanka yells, throwing her head back in a laugh. Score. That’s going to have attracted the right amount of attention from the girl in the kitchen, and Brooke feels like she’s been lit up inside.

“Fried her hair. Fried it! I can’t even describe the sizzling sound it made on the irons. Like twelve thousand rashers of bacon on the hottest pan alive. I heard it so many times at sleepovers, I swear I can’t eat fried food any more.”

Priyanka’s laughing again, gripping Brooke’s hand tighter and sending shockwaves down her spine. As her laughter dies down, Brooke notices she’s got her hand in her lap and it’s giving her entirely too many ideas.

She checks on the situation in the kitchen. Her ex isn’t looking at her. Instead, she’s got her eyes on the girl in front of her and a hand on her waist, and Brooke feels a little like she’s going to be sick.

“It was 2012, though, I mean we all made questionable choices back then,” Priyanka shrugs, her gaze dark and wicked as she fixes Brooke with her brown eyes. “I bet you were, like, totally on the neon trend.”

Brooke is distracted from her ex by the horrific accusation she’s just had pointed at her, and she lets out a small screech as Priyanka laughs. “Oh my God! That’s the most offensive thing anyone’s ever said to me. Fucking…neon, Jesus. So wait, you think I was one of those girls that rocked up to house parties in a bright green tutu and those Stargazer pink feather eyelashes?!”

“Exactly that! And twelve layers of fake tan!” Priyanka laughs with glee. Brooke finds the nausea dissipating. She really is very cute.

“Oh my God, fuck all the way off. No, I was more…trying incredibly hard to be the fifth member of Little Mix.”

Priyanka’s mouth drops open in shock and recognition. “No way. Your entire personality was moustache-themed accessories, wasn’t it. Tell me I’m wrong.”

Brooke bites back a smile. “If I told you I had a t-shirt with the words ‘I moustache you a question’ on it…would you judge me?”

Priyanka drops Brooke’s hand in aid of flailing and squealing entirely too much, but Brooke’s only disappointed for a moment because as she speaks Priyanka rests both of her palms on Brooke’s knees. “YES! Heavily! Jesus, at least you glowed up, though.”

Brooke feels like she’s blushing. Maybe she is. She tucks a little lock of hair behind her ear and she’s not too sure whose benefit it’s for. “Stop it.”

“I mean, I don’t know what you looked like in high school, but you’re super hot now, so,” Priyanka shrugs, gives her a little wink. The girl is a massive flirt and Brooke doesn’t mind it one single bit.

She takes Priyanka’s hand before looking back through to the kitchen.

That got her attention.

***

“So he’s obviously booked himself onto the expert level class to try and impress me, and I’m like, baby…you are so not even close to my type. Because number one, you’re a guy. And that’s…that’s numbers two and three as well, actually.”

Vanessa giggles, leans in a little closer for good measure.

“So anyway, I think I maybe killed him that day. If you’re going to call yourself an expert, have the balls to back it up,” Kameron finishes her story, and Vanessa is smiling, simpering, tucking her hair behind her ears, laying it all on thick because the girl in the living room she’s attempting to stop thinking about has got her fingers curled around that other girl’s hand and she’s stroking a little strip of skin with her thumb the way she used to do to Vanessa’s hand across the table if they were out having dinner somewhere nice.

“So how much can you lift?” Vanessa asks, and if she’s leaning against the counter and pushing her chest out just a little then it’s nobody’s business but her own.

Kameron smirks at her and Vanessa finds herself blushing, the other girl obviously wise to what she’s trying to do. “Well I can squat 80 kilos?”

Vanessa frowns. “Much is that?”

“You know those bags of flour you get from the shop?” Kameron tilts her head, and Vanessa nods. “Eighty of those.”

Vanessa’s eyes fly wide open. She gives a little laugh of disbelief. “Stop lyin’, there’s no way that’s possible!”

Kameron is laughing at her reaction, and it gives Vanessa a little feeling of triumph. Suddenly she forms an idea. “Bet you couldn’t squat me.”

Vanessa feels something curl low in her gut as Kameron raises an eyebrow at her. “Is that a challenge?”

“Might be.”

There’s a little glint in Kameron’s eyes as she suddenly picks Vanessa up, ignores the way she squeals and laughs and goes a little over the top as she fires off some squats whilst cradling Vanessa in her arms as if she weighs nothing at all. Vanessa takes advantage of the situation to throw her arms around Kameron’s neck, and as Kameron deposits her back on the kitchen tiles Vanessa makes a big show of trailing her hands down past her collarbones and smiling up at her a little.

It occurs to Vanessa that she’s not looked over to the sofa in a little while and sure enough, her ex flicks her gaze quickly back to the girl in front of her as if she’s been caught staring.

Vanessa smiles triumphantly at Kameron before hopping up to sit on the countertop. If it gives whoever’s in the living room a better view of her thighs, then that’s just a happy coincidence.

***

Brooke doesn’t know how long she’s been talking to Priyanka. Could’ve been an hour, could’ve been three, but all she knows is that she needs another drink. Preferably some of the red concoction that Priyanka managed to procure from the punch bowl.

The problem is, all of the alcohol is in the kitchen. Where she is. With the fucking lesbian bodybuilder she’s chatting up. But then said lesbian bodybuilder leaves the room- not before giving her a kiss on the cheek that sends Brooke’s blood pressure skyrocketing, but it means that she’s alone.

Without knowing what possesses her, Brooke turns to Priyanka and motions to her empty cup. “You want another?”

“Yes please,” she replies politely, and Brooke’s heart melts a little bit. Priyanka is nice, and she’s sweet.

But she’s not her.

So Brooke stands up, tugs down her top a little bit before walking tall through to the kitchen. She’s sat on the countertop with her legs crossed and her thighs look entirely too good. Brooke is consumed by the sudden need to kiss all the way up them like she used to and she still hasn’t forgotten how soft her skin is or the way it smells like cocoa butter.

She’s on her phone as Brooke approaches but her eyes flick up to look at her as Brooke walks in, stands right up close beside her as she reaches for two plastic cups and then the punch ladle. She wishes she’d picked a skirt or something that exposes her legs because the outside of her ex’s thigh is touching hers and the spark that’s just sent about thirty volts of electricity through Brooke’s nerve endings is delicious.

They don’t speak. Brooke wants to say something, but her ex hasn’t broken the stalemate and therefore neither will she. She’s consumed with longing. She misses her. She misses her so much. But this isn’t the kind of place for that conversation, not that she’d deign Brooke with any of her time anyway. As she tips the red liquid into the plastic cup, Brooke becomes acutely aware of the fact that her ex has uncrossed her legs, and that she’s deliberately pressing her thigh against her. She knows what she’s doing. So much of Brooke wants to grab her jaw and smash their lips together, press her body right up against hers and rip her clothes off in the middle of the kitchen at her best friend’s house party, but she doesn’t. Instead, Brooke flips her long, blonde hair over one shoulder, exposing a strip of her neck that her ex used to love kissing all the way up and marking with red and purple hickies.

From the way her gaze darkens as Brooke sneaks a look at her, she’s thinking about the same thing right this second.

Brooke’s filled up her cups so she’s ready to go back through to the living room, back through to Priyanka and the prospect of taking her home that night and pretending she’s the girl on the countertop beside her. But all of that, all of those prospects aren’t as good as the reaction she gets as Brooke reaches out and touches her ex’s knee, lets her fingers skate up the exposed strip of inner thigh as she leans in close and whispers quickly into her ear.

“She looks a little bit like me.”

Before Brooke turns and walks back into the living room, she catches the look on her face: shocked, infuriated, and her gaze absolutely filled with lust.

Brooke ignores the heavy throb between her thighs as she makes her way back to her position on the couch.

***

Vanessa scrolls. Scrolls through her camera roll, back to all the ridiculous selfies they took together- silly ones lying on the grass at the park, glam ones before they went off to Scarlet’s fancy 21st, cute ones buried under the duvet after sex where they pulled horrific faces and laughed and laughed and still found the other the most beautiful person in the world. She scrolls through their texts, all the way back to when they first met at Jackie’s flat party and started messaging each other all tentative and shy and flirty.

She misses her. She doesn’t even remember what they had that stupid fight about now, and she should, it should have been something important because it’s the reason everything came crashing down around her. Vanessa misses the way she’d always be the first one to wake up and bring her cups of coffee, she misses the way they’d both get all excited if they went for a walk and saw a neighbourhood cat, she misses that Snow Fairy body spray she would wear at Christmas time that smelt of candyfloss and jelly beans and made Vanessa want to cuddle her and never let go.

She wishes she hadn’t let go. And now she’s over there, laughing like a dumb blonde airhead with that girl she just got punch for. Vanessa narrows her gaze. If anything, that girl looks more like her than Kameron looks like her ex. They both have dark skin (although they’re completely different shades), and dark eyes (Vanessa’s guessing), and…

Yeah, that’s probably where their similarities end.  

“Hey! Sorry. I bumped into this girl I knew from class last year, hadn’t seen her in ages,” Kameron breezes back in. She clearly registers Vanessa’s radiating the same vibes as a cat that’s been taunted too many times with a laser pointer, and she cocks an eyebrow at her suspiciously. “Who pissed in your cereal?”

Vanessa pauses. She’s loath to bring her ex up again with Kameron. She’s trying hard to forget about her, and Kameron is beautiful and would probably treat her right and might end up being the one she’s never realised she’s been looking for.

And then she hears that laugh ricochet through the house again, and she visibly winces.

“Right. The ex,” Kameron grimaces. Vanessa feels herself cringe a little bit. Kameron’s clearly realised that she’s going to get nowhere with a girl who’s still hung up on somebody else, and to be honest Vanessa doesn’t blame her.

“I’m sorry,” Vanessa says, embarrassed. “You’re real sweet. But I think I’ll prolly just end up goin’ home by myself. Might cry so hard into a tub of Chew Chew that the caramel turns salted. Who knows.”

Kameron lets out a warm, genuine laugh, touches her arm in a way that makes Vanessa wish she wasn’t so hung up on her ex still. “Well, I hope your night doesn’t end up as sad as all that.”

With that, Kameron pulls her into a hug. She’s warm and soft and Vanessa finds herself sighing a little, not realising how tight her chest had become until now. Suddenly, she feels Kameron’s chest judder in a laugh.

“What?”

Kameron murmurs against Vanessa’s ear. “Your girl’s looking over.”

Vanessa isn’t bothered. “She prolly don’t give a fuck.”

Kameron pulls away a little, a smirk on her lips. “Well. Kiss me so she does.”

So Vanessa doesn’t think and instead she simply follows orders, pulls Kameron in so that her glossy lips press against her own and kisses her deeply, presses her body against hers if only so she can add to the illusion that she’s kissing someone else. The kiss is fine- the kiss is good- but it’s not what she wants, and selfishly Vanessa opens her eyes, lets her gaze travel through to the living room and the girl on the sofa, and-

Mother fucker.

Vanessa locks eyes with her while she’s got her own tongue down that other girl’s throat and a hand in her orange hair. She can’t believe it. Can’t fucking believe it. Her ex has seen her kissing Kameron and she’s tried to beat her at her own game. Vanessa keeps her eyes on her as she brings a hand up to Kameron’s jaw, pulling her closer to her. When her ex’s eyes snap shut like she’s seen something she doesn’t like, Vanessa calls that a win.

Satisfied, Vanessa pulls away and Kameron follows her lead. They share a goodbye and Vanessa is left on her own. She can’t stop looking at the scene in the living room that isn’t yet over. She thinks about fingers on her thigh and a whisper in her ear and the way that they both so clearly want each other Vanessa’s amazed the house hasn’t burnt down with the tension of it all yet.

So, as the two girls on the sofa break away, Vanessa does what any self-confessed bad bitch would do- smooths her skirt down, tosses her hair over her shoulder, and walks through to the next room. Vanessa watches her ex react- she’s still talking to that girl but her eyes keep darting right, right, right, falling on her with every step she takes. Her body language is becoming jittery, nervous, as if Vanessa’s about to spoil this little cosy setup she’s got going with fucking Lavagirl on the sofa.

And when Vanessa makes and then holds eye contact with her before sharply turning in the direction of the bathroom, she doesn’t look back. Even when she hears her telling the girl that she’ll be back in a second, and feels the presence of someone following behind her.

Vanessa skips past the queue of people that has accumulated outside the small bathroom, jumps in front of a girl with bad extensions who’s about to go in and who yells at her in outrage. She’s silenced, however, by the way the girl following her closes the door and slides the lock in place, turning around with pure rage on her face. Vanessa smirks.

“Wow. Didn’t know watching girls pee was one of your kinks.”

“Shut the hell up,” she bites back, taking two steps towards her and setting Vanessa’s heart off like a flare. “It’s pretty fucking obvious you wanted me to follow you.”

“See, Brooke, the only way I’m viewing this situation is that you’re the one who wants me,” Vanessa replies, already feeling that flirtatious sense of excitement as she casts a slow gaze up and down Brooke’s body. It’s the way she knows exactly how this is going to end that sends a tingle down her spine and between her legs, and the way Brooke’s looking at her with her eyes all dark is doing nothing to dissipate that feeling.

“Why are you so pressed? I wasn’t the one standing flirting all night with the fucking…lesbian final boss in the kitchen,” Brooke rolls her eyes, and the knowledge that she’s been riled enough to reference Kameron is a win in Vanessa’s book.

“Says the girl who had Ginger Spice in her lap?” Vanessa raises an eyebrow questioningly. They’re both close now, and the cracked white tiles are pressing against Vanessa’s back but she doesn’t mind the cold because every single inch of her body is on fire.

“What was your plan for tonight? Go home with a girl who looks like me and then spend the whole night pretending she fucks you like I do? That it?” Brooke leans in and murmurs. Vanessa knows it’s meant to mock her but she can’t shake the feeling that Brooke’s only giving her what she wants. She’s brought it up now, and images of nights spent in Brooke’s bed are burning through Vanessa’s mind like a wildfire.

Christ, she misses her so much. And if Brooke’s playing a game here, then Vanessa decides she’s going to play one of her own.

“You couldn’t make me scream if your life depended on it,” she smirks at her, deliberately making her voice all low and sultry, and Vanessa’s heart gives a leap at the way Brooke’s pupils visibly dilate in response. She’s close now; bodies not separated by much, lips within kissing distance. God, Vanessa wants to kiss her so badly. Get the pink lipstick she’s wearing smudged all over her lips, pressed against her neck, marked onto her collarbones.

“So…leading me into a toilet and hitting me with playground-level goading. Classy. Good to see you’re still as childish as you were when we broke up,” Brooke mutters in response. Her words are harsh but her touch is gentle as she rests her hands on Vanessa’s hips and in turn sends her pulse through the ceiling.

“You were the one that followed me,” Vanessa cocks an eyebrow, challenging her. Vanessa knows Brooke, she knows she’s proud and takes herself entirely too seriously and she knows it won’t be long until she cracks, she just needs to taunt her enough. So Vanessa rests her palms against the tiles, looks down at where Brooke’s thumbs are swiping against the lace of her bodysuit at her waist, and smiles a little. “Because you still want me.”

Brooke’s face screws up, clearly battling some inner turmoil. She squeezes her eyes shut and shakes her head, but she leans in a little so that their bodies become pressed together. Vanessa lets out a little sigh of satisfaction, the contact between them delicious and satisfying. Brooke’s eyes are still shut as she hisses out a response.

“Fuck…don’t want you…”

“Seemed like you wanted me in the kitchen earlier,” Vanessa whispers a reply. Brooke’s rested her forehead on the wall beside her, seemingly in a bid to avoid eye contact, but one of her hands has dropped down to trace patterns along the outside of Vanessa’s thigh and it’s giving away what she wants. Brooke’s neck is exposed like this so Vanessa leans in a little, lets her lips skate over her skin as she pushes things a little further. “Seems like you want me now. You want me so bad.”

“Swear to God if you don’t fucking shut up…” Brooke hisses out against Vanessa’s own neck, sending shockwaves all the way from the top of her spine right down to the base and ending with a sting of heat striking between her legs and making her throb.

“What, baby? What are you gonna do?”

Brooke nuzzles her head into the crook of her neck, so close to kissing it that Vanessa hears herself letting out a whine into the tiny bathroom.

“Well, I’m not going to give you what you want.”

“Even if it’s what you want too?”

“We broke up…we didn’t work,” Brooke insists, even though she’s pushing her knee in between Vanessa’s legs so that her thigh is right up against her. Vanessa thinks this is a dangerous game considering how wet she can feel herself becoming and the fact that Brooke’s jeans are light blue denim, but she shifts against her anyway and shivers a little in delight.

“We worked in some aspects,” Vanessa teases her, relenting a little and bringing her hands up to paw at the exposed skin at Brooke’s waist. She’s got a theory that there’s no bra under that crop top and she wants to build some evidence around it, so she traces her fingers up Brooke’s spine.

When she doesn’t feel the bump of a clasp, her brain hotwires.

Brooke breathes out heavily against her neck in response to her touches, takes her knee away which makes Vanessa’s heart plummet in disappointment and a whine leap out of her mouth. As Brooke transfers the hand that’s on her hip to the inside of her thigh, Vanessa is stunned into silence as she realises what she’s trying to do. Brooke is having some difficulty, though, getting Vanessa’s legs spread any wider because of her skirt.

“This is impossible, fuck,” Brooke hisses in frustration, before scrabbling both hands up to the silver zip that runs from the waistband all the way to the hem and tugging it down.

Vanessa’s skirt is on the floor and her heart rate is through the roof and the pulse between her legs is fast becoming too much to handle. So when Brooke presses her fingers against the satin of her underwear and finally, mercifully gives her some contact, Vanessa can’t help but let out a tiny giggle of relief. All the big talk and games are gone now that Brooke’s giving Vanessa exactly what she’s wanted all night, exactly what they’ve both wanted all night, and now all Vanessa wants to do is worship her, remind her of what Brooke knows already- that she can’t pretend anyone knows her body like she does, knows exactly how to push her to the edge and hold her there before finally offering her the most blissful kind of release.  

“Knew it.”

“I’m drunk, this means nothing,” Brooke mouths against her neck. Vanessa’s eyes snap open only for her to roll them.

“You’re drunk off two glasses of punch?”

“Oh what, you’re monitoring my drinks now? Psycho,” Brooke shakes her head against Vanessa’s neck, eliciting a gasp out of her as she bites down gently on her collarbone then instantly kisses it better. Vanessa knows Brooke’s only embarrassed because she’s called her out- that they can’t blame this on the alcohol, that there’s only so much damage that fruit juice and lemonade and a couple of swigs of vodka are going to do, and the fact they’re doing all of this while they’re at the most mildly tipsy means something that neither of them want to address.

But Vanessa doesn’t focus on all this for long, because Brooke’s fingers are too light against her and her hips are raised up off the tiles trying to grind down against them. She decides to tease Brooke herself- dances her fingers up to push them into Brooke’s hair and tug at it gently the way she used to like. The action makes her moan against her neck, and Vanessa is rewarded by Brooke pressing her fingers against her ever-so-slightly harder, leaning against her so that Vanessa is now effectively pinned against the wall. Even with all of this, she wants more. She wants Brooke’s fingers curling inside her and her thumb on her clit. Most of all, though, she wants to kiss her and to be kissed back, because Brooke’s still not met her lips yet and the fact she hasn’t is becoming more heightened and tense than anything physical they’re caught up in now.

So Vanessa decides to taunt her a little more. Because it’s fun, and it gets a reaction out of her, and if she’s trying to get a rise out of Brooke it means she’s not saying the things she wants to say but are far too risky to even consider.

“This all you got? You scared to fuck me in case I realise you ain’t that special?” she turns her head so that her lips skate across Brooke’s neck. “…or has it been so long that you forgot how to?”

“Fucking look at yourself,” Brooke hisses into her ear in a way that makes Vanessa want to squeal. “Begging for it against the wall in the bathroom at a house party. Desperate little bitch.”

“But you love it, don’t you, baby?” Vanessa bites back, cutting herself off with a moan as Brooke pulls her thong to one side, teases her slit with two fingers and avoids her clit completely, and Vanessa is so tense and frustrated that she feels as if she’ll explode.

Brooke’s breath is shallow against her neck, and there’s a note of awe to her voice as she speaks. “Fuck, V’nessa, you’re so wet…I’m-”

BANG BANG BANG. The slam against the door and the irritated yelling of some drunk girl outside makes them both jump, Vanessa taking one of Brooke’s arms and Brooke’s head lurching up from Vanessa’s neck sharply. They’re locked in an almost protective kind of embrace and it makes her heart hurt only a tiny bit. There’s a pause in which neither of them move but Brooke’s still got two of her fingers dangerously close to being inside her, and Vanessa’s fucked if she’s got this far and she’s not even going to get what she wants out of the situation.

So she locks eyes with Brooke, whose lipstick is all smudged and whose chest is heaving and whose pupils are still wide like a full moon, and she plays her ace.

“You gonna make me come or not? ‘Cuz I can always get that girl I was talking to in the kitchen to come an’ finish what you started.”

“Son of a bitch-” Brooke growls, before she all but slams both fingers inside her and cuts off Vanessa’s resulting moan with her mouth, kissing her deeply and sliding her tongue over hers. It’s exactly what Vanessa was hoping for and Brooke’s fingers feel even better than she remembers as she sinks down to meet her knuckles, her whining muffled by Brooke’s tongue as she pulses her fingers inside her the way she always used to, the way that used to drive Vanessa absolutely wild and still does.

Their kiss breaks apart, leaving them both with their foreheads pressed against each other. Vanessa feels her eyes flutter closed in ecstasy as she rides Brooke’s fingers, Brooke matching her pace and the pair of them falling into a rhythm that only serves to draw Vanessa closer and closer to the edge.

Vanessa knows Brooke can do more, though. So she twists her head to reach her neck, kisses up it and then puts her lips to her ear.

“Fuck…what would that girl you were talking to say if she knew you were fucking your ex in the bathroom right now…if she knew the only reason you were even entertaining her was just to get my attention…she’d be so heartbroken…you’re so mean- ah!”

Brooke sucks a hickey into her neck then murmurs against it. “You love it when I’m mean, don’t you?”

“Love it so much,” Vanessa replies, gasping as Brooke gently flicks her thumb against her clit and sends a tidal wave of pleasure crashing into her.

“You like that, babe?”

“Mmm, so much, so much,” Vanessa bites down hard on her lip as Brooke kisses her neck, sucks on a sensitive spot that makes Vanessa frown in concentration because she’s close now, and she’s not going to last much longer with the way that Brooke’s rubbing her clit in little circles. She doesn’t want her to stop so she begins some sort of sacreligious incoherent prayer, sighing out into the bathroom and not even caring who’s on the other side of the door. “Fuck, Brooke, so good…so fuckin’ amazing…fuck yes, right there…”

“You sound so pretty when you want to come,” Brooke breathes out all at once, the validation pushing Vanessa ever so close to the edge.

“Want to…want to so bad…”

“You wanna come?” Brooke taunts her, and Vanessa is tantalisinglyclose now so she confirms Brooke’s question with a whine. Her eyes snap open when Brooke brings her head up off her shoulder again, fixes her with searing hot eye contact. “Say you miss me.”

Vanessa is so wound up that she thinks she’s misheard her. “What?”

“Say you miss me and I’ll let you come,” Brooke repeats, as if she’s just made a comment about the weather.

Part of Vanessa freezes up because oh- Brooke misses her too. This isn’t just some pathetic, one-sided thing. This isn’t just about Vanessa riding Brooke’s fingers in a run-down bathroom, this is about feelings and regret and a second chance. So Vanessa takes her hands that’ve been anchored around Brooke’s neck so far and cups her jaw, pulls her close so their noses touch.

“Miss you…miss you so fucking much.”

Vanessa crashes her lips against Brooke’s and their kiss is messier this time but it’s still hot and wet and entirely too much for Vanessa to cope with. She’s completely on the precipice now so she breaks away to murmur against Brooke’s lips.

“Miss you…miss this…”

“Miss you too,” Brooke says quietly, kissing her frantically as she teases Vanessa’s clit with her thumb and crooks her fingers inside her and leaves her so close she’s almost crumbling. “You’re so perfect, fuck…perfect fucking princess, Jesus, Vanessa, fucking look at you…God, want you so much…”

“All yours, baby, all yours, nobody else’s,” Vanessa mouths against her lips. Her hair’s all in her face and her legs are aching but it’s happening, Vanessa can feel it, and so she can only squeak out a Brooke, I’m- before her orgasm hits her like a tsunami and she cries out into the bathroom, high-pitched and loud as she feels herself throb relentlessly against Brooke’s fingers, completely overwhelmed.

There’s an almost-silence as Vanessa’s breathing levels out and Brooke slides her fingers out from inside her. Vanessa watches her, flushed and sheepish, try to figure out what to do with them until eventually she remembers what room of the house they’re in and washes her hands. The running water gives Vanessa some time to think. Brooke misses her. She misses Brooke. They’re on the same page, and Vanessa’s just had the best sex she’s had in months (the only sex she’s had in months).

So when Brooke turns around and can’t quite meet her eyes, Vanessa takes a deep breath and collects herself.

“Hey,” she says, soft and quiet. “Why don’t we go back to mine? I can, uh…help you out. An’ then we can get pizza and talk?”

Brooke’s face washes over with relief, and it makes Vanessa’s heart pole vault into the air. She crosses over to her from the sink, takes both of her hands in hers.

“That’s assuming…” she begins, a wicked smile appearing on her face. “…we can wait that long to finish what we started.”

And when Vanessa pulls her back in again and she feels Brooke smile against her lips, it makes her think maybe everything will be okay after all.

***

Priyanka has been standing outside the bathroom in the seven-person queue for what could be twenty minutes but could also equally be half an hour. She grips her plastic cup tighter in her hand and puffs out a sigh. Rumours have filtered through the grapevine that there’s two people banging in there. Priyanka’s happy for them. Except she’s not. She’s wound up and frustrated. Brooke’s clearly ghosted her and Lemon’s nowhere to be found and now she’s stuck alone at a party with an ever-growing need to pee.

She’s jolted out of her moping by a tall blonde with black sweeps of eyeliner on her brown eyes and muscles that make Priyanka’s mouth dry up. She’s joined the queue and she’s said something to her but Priyanka can only look at her with a slack jaw and wide eyes because Jesus Fucking Christ she’s hot as hell and she’s appeared right in front of her. It’s definitely a sign.

“Are you…okay?” the girl asks, her face turning concerned. Priyanka snaps out of her daze, instantly turns the charm up to one hundred. Or attempts to, at least.

“No, shit, sorry, yeah. I’m good. I just got distracted by…” Priyanka gestures wildly at the girl in front of her. “…you. This. All of this.”

She’s a few glasses of punch down but she knows it’s not that that’s rendering her incapable of stringing a sentence together. Nevertheless, the girl in front of her is laughing and her body language is warming up.

“I just asked if this was the queue,” she repeats, a smirk on her face.

“Oh, yeah. I’ve been here ages. Think some people have actually started going out to the garden to pee. Yvie’s gonna wake up tomorrow with her flowers growing the size of a fucking double-decker bus.”

The girl bursts out laughing and shows a row of shiny white teeth. She’s cute. Very cute. She steps forward a little to touch Priyanka’s arm, fixes her with a smile.

“You’re funny.”

She’s flirting. This is flirting. Priyanka’s into it.

“No, I’m Priyanka,” she fires back, winking at her cheekily. The girl’s laughing again, and as she tails off she cocks her head to look at her.

“I’m Kameron,” she says. Her voice is smooth like melted butter and her eyes are dark and twinkly and Priyanka thinks fuck it, might as well try. She shrugs before stepping closer, lessening the gap between them.

“Nice to meet you, Kameron. Wanna make out?”

#rpdr fanfiction #envious #branjie #kamjie #brooke x priyanka #lesbian au #smut #brooke lynn hytes #vanessa vanjie mateo #kameron michaels #priyanka

[earlysunsetsoverambrose]

Operation Sweet Surprise (1/3)

Lester Sinclair x f!Reader (Romantic or Platonic)

Warnings: roadkill and animal skulls

Description: It’s Bo and Vincent’s Birthday and you’re determined to make it special. You can’t do it alone, however. So you enlist the help of the youngest Sinclair.

The alarm on your bedside table went off at precisely 7 AM. Your eyes shot open and you couldn’t contain the smile that immediately took over your whole face. You were quick to shut off the alarm, glancing at the calendar to confirm you were correct. Today was the day. September 18th. More than likely, neither twin remembered the date so that made it all the easier for you to get away with your master plan. You’d been planning your little scheme for weeks now and it was all about to pay off. Operation Sweet Surprise was in full swing.

Yesterday, you were meticulous in your preparations, making extra sure you had your game plan mapped out completely. You had taken stock of what ingredients the Sinclairs already had. They didn’t have a lot, but they had some of the basics: flour, white sugar, butter, and eggs. The flour and sugar had been sitting there mostly untouched for years and were a little expired, but they would have to do. You couldn’t afford to buy everything new and you had to prioritize. Luckily, you’d had a little money from doing jobs Bo gave you around town. They were only small tasks here and there and he’d only give you a few dollars out of what they’d gotten from visitors, but it was enough for your purposes. You found an old cookbook with fairly simple recipes for both desserts that didn’t call for anything too fancy. Everything you needed was well within your ability to procure.

After that, all you had left to do was appeal to the youngest Sinclair to ask for a huge favor and hope he’d indulge you. Luckily, he had. That’s why he was your favorite by far.

You made your way to Lester’s cabin on foot. It wasn’t too far outside of town, but it was still a bit of a long walk. Obviously, you couldn’t ask Bo or Vincent to take you or you’d spoil the surprise and that was non-negotiable. Thankfully, the sun was on its way down, so it wasn’t miserably hot outside, making for a rather peaceful mini-hike.

Once Lester’s cabin came into your line of sight, you eagerly jogged up to the front door. You knocked, announcing yourself so he wouldn’t be alarmed as to who was knocking on his door right before nightfall. The door swung open to reveal Lester, toothy grin and all.

“Y/N! What can I do ya for? What’re ya doin’ out and ‘bout so late? ‘Specially all the way out here?”  

“I came to see you! I have a huge favor I need to ask and you’re the only one who can help me!” You said, buttering him up so he’d say yes.

“Alright then, lay it on me.” he said, matching your enthusiasm.

“I’m planning on baking a birthday cake and pie for your brothers and I need you to take me into town so I can get the rest of the ingredients.” You said hopefully “I just need a ride, that’s it! I swear! And maybe, if you could let me borrow your kitchen that’d be incredible too! If it’s not too much trouble! I promise to clean up everything when I’m done!”

“Wow! That’s awful nice of ya!” Lester said supportively. His grin faltered for a moment, though, “Ya sure ya want it to be me that takes ya?”

“Pretty please, Lester! I’ll do anything! You’re my only hope!” you said dramatically as you clasped your hands together with the best pout you could muster through your giggles, begging him to help you.

“Well, I don’t suppose I can leave a damsel in distress. Sure, I’ll give ya a ride!” he said happily, “When did ya need to go?”

“Tomorrow morning! I’ll meet you where the road’s washed out at seven-thirty sharp.”

“Square deal, I’ll be there.” He said reaching out his hand to seal the deal. You dodged the hand and practically rammed your body into his, squeezing him in a tight embrace.

“Thank you, Lester! I’d be lost without you!” you said as you released him, smile beaming.

“N-no, problem. Anything for you…a-and Bo and Vinny, of course. They’re my brothers after all.” Lester stuttered out, still red from your hug.

“Thanks again! Okay! I’ll get out of your hair! I’ll bring all the pots and pans and other ingredients with me tomorrow! You’re the best, Lester!” you said as you began to jog back towards Ambrose.

“Hey, wait! It’s gettin’ dark out! I’ll give ya a ride back, if ya like!” Lester called out as he closed the door behind him, following you.  

“You don’t have to do that. I couldn’t abuse your kindness any further.” You said only half-joking, “It’s okay, it’s not that far a walk.”

“Guess it’s not out of my way then.” Lester said matter-of-factly as he opened the passenger side door of his truck. You glanced between the long walk ahead and back to Lester’s hopeful expression.

“Well, if you’re going to twist my arm about it…” you said playfully as you walked up to Lester’s truck. He helped you up and closed the door behind you. You two got lost in conversation as you drove into the night toward Ambrose. By the time you arrived back, the ride didn’t seem nearly long enough.  

You hopped out of bed and were quick to change into an outfit you wouldn’t mind getting dirty. Baking had a propensity to get messy so you were prepared to let the flour fall as it may. You pulled out a duffle bag you’d take from the storage house a few days ago and slung it over your shoulder. Last night, after the twins finally went to sleep, you loaded the bag up with everything you would need to make their birthday treats.

It was incredibly important everything go perfectly. It was a very special day whether the Sinclair Twins cared about it or not. It was their birthday and you were determined to make them feel special, damn it. All of the Sinclair brothers had spent far too many years being ignored and undervalued. Continuing that tradition simply wouldn’t do.  

Over the last few weeks, you’d managed to weasel the information you wanted out of them, little by little. They told you that birthdays weren’t ever a huge ordeal for them. At most, their parents would buy them a cake and that would be it. The cake was always a vanilla cake with white frosting, which also happened to be Vincent’s favorite. Something you were sure Bo was bitter about. You tried multiple times to subtly badger Bo into telling you what he would have wanted if he had gotten a choice, but he always said he didn’t like sweets and shut you down. With a little more time, you noticed the one food Bo would consistently linger on - whether in an old coupon clipping or in reruns on TV - was apple pie. You noticed that each time, without fail, when Bo’s eyes would land on a picture of old-fashioned apple pie, he’d stare just a bit longer before moving on. Sometimes you even caught the smallest sigh escape his lips as he moved on after a glimpse of the dessert. That was all you needed. Once you had your answers, everything came together.

You quietly poked your head out of your room. Both Bo and Vincent’s doors were wide open, signifying both of them were up and about. You made your way down the stairs, listening for any signs of life in the house. It was silent so far, though that only meant Bo wasn’t there. Vincent could be lurking right behind you and you’d be none the wiser, the stealthy bastard. You paused at the bottom of the stairs to scan for movement. Nothing. You made a beeline for the front door and made your way down the porch and along the gravel road. Vincent was most likely working in the House of Wax. Bo was probably in the gas station. You just hoped he was too preoccupied to notice you. If he saw you trying to sneak by with a giant duffle bag, he might get the wrong idea. Thankfully, when you neared the gas station, you could hear his music blaring, meaning he was working in the back or downstairs. A shiver ran down your spine and you tried not to think about what he was getting up to. You picked up the pace toward the edge of town.

             All the tension in your shoulders and the back of your mind disappeared when you laid eyes on Lester’s truck, waiting just like he promised. He was leaning up against the front, vigorously rubbing at something in his hand with an old, ratty cloth. You couldn’t help but find the scene endearing, his tongue poking out in careful concentration. You whistled to get his attention and his head shot up at your sound. His classic, goofy grin overtook his features. Whether he meant it or not, Lester wore his heart on his sleeve, and you treasured that.

You smiled back as you could practically see an imaginary tail wagging behind him at your arrival, his big brown eyes sparkling with anticipation. Always so keen to be around you, Lester never made you feel like a burden. He was the first to make you feel like Ambrose was your home, invested himself in talking to you and sharing with you. He welcomed you with open arms and proved himself to be quite reliable. It was always a welcome relief to be around someone who so honestly wanted to be around you. Not that you didn’t enjoy Bo or Vincent’s company, but they could be rather closed off and many times you were left not knowing how to feel or how they felt about you. That was never a question with Lester. You rather liked that about him.

“Thanks again for helping me out, Lester!” You said as you carefully made your way across the water. Lester wrapped up his cloth and tossed it to the driver seat before reaching out a hand to help you across the rest of the way over. As you made it to the other side, you dropped the bag at your feet, letting out a sigh of relief.

“Wasn’t any trouble,” Lester said, “Let me get that for ya.” He leaned down and hefted your bag over his shoulder and carried it toward the truck. He placed it on the floor of the passenger side before turning back to face you, “I tried to clean the truck up as best as I could, but uh, it’s still a bit rough. Sorry ‘bout that.”

“Don’t be sorry, you’re giving me a free ride. I’ve got no room to complain. Besides, I love your truck. It’s got style.” You said encouragingly. You noticed Lester rub the back of his neck as he looked down and smiled to himself. He did that every time he got a compliment. His truck might have been unconventional and certainly fragrant to say the least, but like he said; with time, even you got used to the smell. Now, it was just another part of him that you accepted like anything else. You two hopped in the truck and took off down the road toward town.

“Oh! Get a look at this!” Lester suddenly piped up as he scooped up his cloth from beside him “I found it by the road this mornin’! It was a raccoon ‘fore it started rottin’.” He held out a gory animal skull for you to admire.

“H-how about that?” you said looking the skull over. This wasn’t really in your area of expertise, but Lester seemed excited about it, so of course you listened closely.

“Yeah, pretty neat, right? Chased away some buzzards peckin’ at it ‘fore they messed it up. I have ‘bout five different skulls at home - kinda like this one - but this one’s nice and put together, ya see?” He was ecstatically pointing out the features of the skull as he went on, “The others I got are in bits and pieces. So, I reckon I can clean it up nice and set it on the dash next to…uh…sorry. I’m ramblin’ again. Ya don’t wanna hear this…” he trailed off as the joy in his voice turned apologetic.

“Hey, don’t apologize. I like to hear about the things you like.” You said energetically, trying to hype him up again, “If it matters to you, it matters to me. And I think it’ll look great on your dash. You’ll have to show me the rest of your collection sometime!”

“Really?” Lester asked lighting up again.

“Course I would! Why not?” you asked.

“No one ever wanted to hear ‘bout this sort of stuff, is all.” He said forcing his gaze to the road, “Usually just tell me to hush up.”

“They said that to you?”

“Yeah…I get it, though. Bothers some folks.” Lester said as he tried to shake off the shame in his voice, “I used to collect little bones and rocks when I was a kid. I’d clean ‘em up and show ‘em to everyone. I showed ‘em to my folks. And that foster family I had. And kids at school – some teachers too - but uh…I guess it ain’t too interestin’. They were too busy is all. And I don’t ever wanna bother no one.”

“Well, I think it’s cool.” You said resolutely. You were absolutely fuming inside. You knew Lester was neglected by his parents, but the fact that no one after them ever tried to engage with his interests was upsetting. Your heart broke thinking about little Lester trying so hard to make friends only to be ignored; not just by other kids, but by adults and educators who should have been on his side. He was just a kid trying to share what he loved and they told him to shut up. Well, you weren’t going to do that, “I definitely couldn’t have told you what animal that used to be. I wouldn’t know that from an opossum or a fox. How can you tell the difference?”

“They key is in the ridges on top. This one’s nice and smooth, see? It’s definitely a raccoon!” Lester explained excitedly. He was delighted as you continued asking more questions about the trinkets in his car and where he’d picked them up. Lester told story after story; and the childlike joy all over his face was reason enough for you to keep asking for more all the way up until you realized you had made it to the grocery store.

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