#i’ll be everyone’s hype woman forever

[fallinallincurls]

stop I saw everyone hyping you up last ngiht for being the best hype woman and I wanted to join you are literally one of the people whose reactions that I look forward to the most when I post a fic I am oBSESSED I absolutely love you - @bqstqnbruin

PLEASE😭😭 this is the sweetest thing!! i had no idea my reactions were this appreciated omg, i love leaving those thoughts on every fic i read. you deserve that kind of feedback!! i love you too omg shut up🥹

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[yeoja-dream]

Found/Fated/Forever

Part 1

Pairing: BTS OT7 x Reader

Genre: Fantasy, eventual smut, porn with plot, slow burn, hurt/comfort

Characters: Supernatural!BTS, Vampire!Jungkook, Supernatural!Reader

Content Warning: Woman in danger, roofie mention

Word Count: 3,500

It was a miserable fucking night. Granted it had also been a miserable fucking day, The rain had come down in sheets all throughout the day and well into the night, bringing the temperature down considerably. It was certainly summer, but as your thigh-high boot clicked against the wet sidewalk, you swore you could see your breath. 

I just had to fucking go out. You grumbled internally, shivering in your mini skirt and leather coat. It should have been plenty warm enough for a summer night, but even the weather seemed to be flipping you off today. Let’s just get black-out drunk, hook up with a stranger, and forget today ever happened. You hyped yourself up while rounding the corner to your favorite nightclub. 

The line was sparse, on account of the rain you supposed. Not that you ever really had to wait in line for this place anyways, you knew all the bouncers and if any gave you a hard time, you’d flash a little cleavage and be on your way. 

Despite the minimal line outside, indoors was as lively as any other Saturday night. The DJ tonight was someone local, you overheard, not bad you mused, moving through the crowd to an empty bar seat. Mostly trap beats, but his remixes were decent and the dance floor reflected his musical proficiency. 

“Y/N” The bartender, a salt and pepper man in his 40s regarded you warmly. “What will it be tonight?” 

“David.” You said back. “I thought you had a date tonight? I was expecting to see Vanessa. Sure the usual.” You slid your card forward, starting your tab. 

“You drink so many cosmos we are going to have to start calling you Nebula, you know,” David said, picking up the ingredients to your drink. “Vanessa and I switched. Date bailed. She must have known you were coming in and got jealous,” He added with a wink. 

“You flatter me.” You replied. “Nebula is too metal of a knick name for such a girly drink.” 

“Eh,” David replied, sliding your glass toward you. “I’ve seen you, you could out-drink any man in this place. Makes me feel bad for your wallet.” 

“You and I both.” You said, sipping on the pink liquid. “It’s good. Strong. Make yourself something, it’s on me.” 

“And that’s why you are my favorite customer, cheers,” David replied, before sliding off to the other end of the bar, busily helping other patrons. 

The bar seats here spun, a trait you always appreciated for easy people-watching. Picking up your drink and swiveling your seat around, you surveyed the crowd like you did most weekends. Mostly, it was boring. You watched them have fun, be messy, get into arguments, meet new friends, new lovers, it was fun, like watching a TV show of what your life could have looked like if things had been different. Some nights you’d spot a creep, someone slipping drugs into drinks or stalking ex-partners and you’d alert the bouncers to kick them out. Some nights you’d chat with someone silver-tongued and deep-pocketed to keep you interested, some nights that person would talk you into bed. 

It was cyclical if you had to really psychoanalyze yourself. The theme: unfulfillment, dissatisfaction, and unhappiness. It was easy, much easier anyway, to find comfort in these fleeting, temporary flings, to find purpose in playing superhero and saving a drunk woman from a creep, to find community in the transactional relationships held with people like David. But maybe you were thinking too much about things again, what the hell did you know? You were there, in that nightclub, just like everyone else.

You swiveled around again, signaling to David you were ready for your next cosmo. He had it ready just as soon as you could raise your hand. 

“Looks like you got something on your mind tonight. I’ll keep ‘em coming,” David said handing you your next drink. 

“Thanks.” You said, taking it from him. “Don’t forget to make something for yourself!” You called after him.

“I love drinking on your dime, don’t worry about me~” He replied with a hand wave. 

Before you can turn back to your self-centered musings, a zip of light darted through your periphery. Magic? It had been a minute since you had seen someone else use it, but surely you had to be mistaken right? Why would a place like this have magic?

You snapped and turned to the side, scanning the patrons carefully, but it only took a few seconds to realize who it was who had been casting. A man stood in the corner, tall with dark, masculine features, his shoulders were broad, his chest and torso the perfect V. He wore a plain, dark, fitted t-shirt that showed off large, corded arms. He was the picture of masculinity, attractive by anyone’s standards, and as you regarded him now, he was entirely silhouetted in magic. The silver, translucent aura was unmistakable. Glamour magic. 

He had to be an incubus right? The only other creatures capable of glamour magic like that are the tirions, but those were exceptionally rare. You could relate to that. As you pondered the possibilities, you noticed a small, curly-haired blonde woman, undoubtedly human by the way she seemed in awe of this male. You needed to get closer, you decided slipping off your seat and pushing through the bodies until you were in earshot. 

“So, why don’t you finish your drink and we can enjoy a few more at my place?” The male voice spoke. 

“Well, I - I - I uh, f-f-friend I, uh…” The female voice spoke, a mix of slurred speech and nervous babbling. 

Another wave of magic pulsed from him. 

“I think we should get out of here, beautiful.” He insisted again. 

“I think… that is… okay.” The female replied voice halted, disconnected. Stiffly and robotically you watched her put her drink on the bar top, then equally as robotically begin turn around and begin to exit.

Incubus or tirion, you would be damned if you would let them feed here. You too put your drink down on the bar top and made your way to the exiting couple. 

“Hey! Girl we were looking everywhere for you!” You walked right up to the woman, placing a hand on her shoulder. You were admittedly a bit rusty, but your connection to magic was as inherent as the ability to breathe. You called forth your magic from deep in the ground, willing it to run through your body. You could see the magical charm this male held on this woman, and while willing your magic into a sword, you severed the charm. 

The woman blinked up at you, dazed and confused. “The rest of us are dancing over here!” You now link arms with the woman, her considerably smaller frame putting into perspective how powerless this woman was to this male. As you begin to walk away with her, the male voice calls out from behind you. 

“Hey.” The voice is stern, flat, and deep. More noticeable to you, however, is the overwhelming rush of glamor magic that washes over you. You will your magic up, shielding the smaller woman from its power. 

“Hey sorry!” You turn around. “We came out as a girl's night and we wanna keep it that way! No hard feelings!” With that, you pull the woman with you and away, towards the exit. 

“It’s time to go home, sweetheart. Are those your friends over there?” You ask the woman. She nods in response. 

“Come on, let's say goodbye and then I’m going to walk you to a cab.” You lead the woman to her friends, who all in a drunken stupor thank you for taking care of their friend, and forget to ask why it is she needs to leave. It is probably better that way anyway. 

You lead the woman out the door, up the stairs, and out into the cold rainy night. You held the umbrella for the two of you, walking in complete silence. 

“The taxi rank is around the corner, but this time of night and the weather I’ll bet it's empty, so I’m just going to call ahead.” You said to no one in particular. You weren’t sure if she was really listening, but you felt better saying something. 

Sure enough, when you rounded the corner, the taxi rank was completely abandoned. 

“Figures,” you grumbled, watching the poor, shivering woman stand next to you while you waited, the sound of the rain hammering on your shared umbrella punctuating your silence. Wordlessly, you shed your leather jacket and place it over her shoulders while you wait, willing the magic from the ground to keep you warm. It was totally against the rules, but hey, it had already been a weird night. 

“Do you remember your address?” You asked the woman. She nodded in response. 

“Do you have enough money to get home?” Another nod. 

“Did you drive to the club?” A shake this time. 

She didn’t want to talk, obviously, and another extended silence descended upon the two of you. 

The woman broke the silence this time. 

“What happened to me?” She asked, voice sounding hollow, hurt, and confused. 

“You were roofied.” You replied, matter-of-factly. “The man you were talking to was very bad, which is why I’m making sure you get home.” 

“I’ve been roofied before. It didn’t go away in one second. I spent the whole night puking. You touched my shoulder and the fog lifted. Isn’t that crazy?” She spouted off, looking up at you for support answers. 

You knew what she was looking for, and yet you couldn’t give it to her. “They’re coming up with new drugs all the time. Maybe this one clears your system crazy fast. I am really sorry this happened to you.” You replied. 

“Thank you for helping me.” She replied, and as if ordained by a benevolent ruler, the taxi pulled up. You helped her into the car, wished her a good night, and saw her off before turning on a heel and marching back to that nightclub. You had a bone to pick. 

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Where the bumping music of the club before gave the area a cool, hip-hop vibe, now contributed to your fuge state fueled by rage. The male, miraculously, was stood in the same spot, tied up in conversation with another man. An accomplice perhaps, you thought. You’d figure it out as soon as you rocked this dude's shit. 

Pushing passed the crowd and shoving the man he was locked in conversation with aside, in a flash you willed your magic up to protect your fist and you let loose the meanest right hook you could muster, for that woman and all the other women you were sure this scum had victimized. 

Your fist collided solidly with his jaw, knocking him over and staggering him. You hit him hard enough that the bystanders around you audibly reacted. The male straightened back out, rubbing his jaw in pain. Looking down at you in what could only be described as bewilderment. 

“I would say there is a special place in hell for people like you, but you would know something about that, wouldn’t you?” You spit at the male. 

“So what if I do?” The male replied, voice rich and baritone. “What’s it to you?” 

“There are clubs for people like you.” You replied venemously. 

“And you…?” He replied, lifting an eyebrow.

“I am not here looking for prey.” You said, looked at him with a disgusting look. “Just because you can’t hack it in the supernatural clubs doesn’t mean you can just come out to the human clubs looking for easy pickings.” 

“Do you condemn the wolf for breaking into the lamb pen? Or do you just understand that the wolf, too, needs to eat?” 

“Ask a sheep farmer what he does to wolves in the lamb pen.” 

“Is that what you are to them? The farmer? Watching over the little sheep? Or perhaps you are just a little puppy, barking at the big bad predator” He leaned in closer. “There will come a day when your pathetic little yaps won’t be enough to chase away the big bad guy, what will you do then, little puppy?” 

“Get. Out.” You said through gritted teeth. “Or so help me I will put you back where you came from.” Rage, pure rage coursed through you, mixed with magic, you felt it zapping and prickling at your skin, your hair standing on edge as if the lighting was about to strike. 

“Now now, no need to get so wound up.” He started pushing past you, before stopping to continue. “I was going to hurt you, for taking my dinner. But now, now I hope to meet you again very soon, little puppy.” He finished, walking out the front door, a swagger in his footsteps that made you want to blast him from behind with every bit of radiant damage you could physically muster. 

“Hey.” A different male voice snapped you to the present. “You’re going to call attention to yourself. Just accept it.” 

Another wave of glamor magic washed over you, a different spell though, a calming one you readily identified having used it before. You allow the stranger's magic in, the new stream slipping in, soothing your breathing, calming your heart rate, and slowing the stream of magic through your body, before exiting. 

“You were about to make us all do the electric slide.” The man said with a chuckle. “Sorry, dated reference. I am kind of old.” 

“Me too.” You commented, still internally reeling from the events of the last hour. “It was funny, thanks for the hand.” You turned to him, finally. The man who was keeping the incubus engaged. You were calm, but you were still warry. You regarded him more carefully now, he too was exceptionally handsome, but in a less brutalistic way than the incubus was. He was also shorter than the incubus and considerably more lithe in his frame. His baggy streetwear and half up half down hairstyle betrayed a surprisingly strong body, you were willing to bet, however. “With that being said, who the hell are you?” 

“That is a complicated question with a complicated answer.” He replied. “I am sure you can relate. Shall we?” He gestured to two conveniently empty seats sitting on the corner of the bar. 

“You drink cosmos, right?” He said handing you a pink cocktail. You looked at him incredulously. 

“On a normal night, I don’t accept drinks that I didn’t watch David make, after all that what makes you think I’m going to accept this?” 

“Oh my god, you are so right. You know what I will drink this don’t even worry about it, I’ll flag the bartender and you order whatever you want and I’ll pick it up.” He replied, pulling the drink back to him. 

After a few minutes, David walked up to your end of the bar, regarding the two of you silently. 

“What will it be, sir?” David asked the man. 

“Whatever the lady will have.” 

“Whiskey. Top Shelf.” 

“Coming right up, ma’am,” David replied, pouring a glass and sliding it to you. With that, he made himself scarce. 

“How do you know the incubus?” You asked the man, keeping your tone flat, disinterested in case they were buddies. 

“Not at all, to be frank” He replied, sipping on his Cosmo. 

“When I walked in after getting that woman home, you seemed to be engaged in lively conversation with that man.” You said, bemused. “What was it that you were discussing?” 

“How we were going to hurt you.” He replied, matter-of-factly. 

“And how was that?” You asked. 

“Well, he was angry when you left with that woman, really angry. I had a feeling that you’d come back and I wanted you to get your revenge, so I placated him with stories of how I would help tear you limb from limb and eat your insides in front of this whole club, the usual.”  

“Uh-huh.” You replied, skeptically. “And why should I believe that? Maybe the two of you are waiting to jump me as soon as I leave out that door.” 

“Nah, you’d kick my ass.” He replied. “Besides, I have this.” He held up a clear, tear-drop-shaped glass pendant on a cord around his neck. Suspended in the glass were a clear liquid and a red liquid, yin and yang. “Because of this, it is impossible for me to lie.” 

“Obviously you are going to have to prove it.” You replied, scoffing and sipping your whiskey. 

“Easy.” He replied. “The sky is purp-” Before he could finish, red and blue light pulsed from the pendant, and the man doubled over in pain, grabbing his chest. “Pigs can fl-” and again, before the man could finish the sentence, he doubled over in pain clutching his chest. 

“You could have programmed it to react that way with certain voice commands.” You replied back, still skeptical. 

“Hard to convince, that’s fair enough.” He replied, shrugging. “Tell me to say something, and I will say it, scouts honor.” 

“Okay…” You replied, thinking for a moment. “Tell me I’m ugly,” you said with a smirk. 

“You’re ug- ak!” The same reaction as before. 

“Thank you I know.” You said, flicking the hair off your shoulder. A devilish smile crept across your face as another prompt crossed your mind. “Say this one and I will believe you.” 

“Anything.” 

“Say I have a tiny penis.” 

He looked at you incredulously, but nonetheless began “I have a tiny pe- ah! Enough please believe me this hurts!” 

“Good to know~” you chuckled. “Alright George Washington, what are you doing here anyway? What are you?” You asked him. 

“I am a vampire. As for what I am doing here, that question is a bit more difficult to answer.” 

“Are you looking for prey? Just like that incubus?” 

“What? God. No. I don’t need to look for prey thank you very much. I am very much mated.” 

“Mated? But you’re hanging out in a human club?” 

“Something like that.” 

“Okay, start the bigger picture then if the smaller picture is hard. What is your name?” 

“Jeon Jungkook. A pleasure.” He extended his hand. 

“Y/N. It is steadily becoming a pleasure as well.” you shook his hand. “What brings you to this city, Jeon Jungkook?”

“I live here with my mates,” he replied. “Most of us work in the city, myself included. I sing.” 

“Oh wow!” you recoiled in surprise. “What do you sing? Do you perform?” 

“No, it's a little hard to be a public persona when your face is never changing, ya know? I do backup vocals and I am the voice behind a few recording artists, some big some small.” He shrugged.  

“Some big?” You asked. 

“I can’t really talk openly about it. I’ll tell you another time.” He added with a wink. 

“Fair enough.” You replied, taking another sip of whiskey. 

“I was right behind you, by the way.” 

“Hm?” You replied. 

“Maybe I should back up a little.” He started. “I’m here, in this human club tonight, because I was called to be. By whom or what I do not know, but I knew I needed to come in. I arrived shortly after you did, I think. You were already drinking at the bar, people-watching. I saw the magic too, and I saw what he was attempting to do to that poor woman. You and I stood up simultaneously.” 

“You want a congratulations for thinking about stopping a rapist?” You scoffed at him. 

“No. No, I am explaining myself poorly. I am trying to say I had your back. I wouldn’t have let him hurt you.”

“Oh. Thanks.” You said, giving him a half cheers with your glass. 

“At first I thought that this is what I was called here for, to save you or to dispatch this creep, then I could fuck off home and be the hero. But then I saw how powerful you were. How readily the magic came to you, how you bent it to your will like you were folding paper. It was only then I came to understand, that I think I was called here to meet you. And I am extremely glad I was.” 

You glanced at his chest and then, at the pendant hanging on his chest. The light remained dark, and when you slid your gaze up to meet his, there was an intense sincerity there that made you blush and shy away. 

“I am not really sure I understand what it is exactly you are getting at.” You state looking down at the melting cubes in your whiskey. 

“I think I might, but I will need you to go with me on this one.”  --------------------------------------------------------------------- Hi-ya this one has been cooking in my brain for like 3 years so enjoy plz! I am just going to post parts one and two consecutively because fuck it they're finished and the Ritalin hit and so I WROTE. I'm working on Intertwined, I just had to get it straightened out from this story because of their similar themes but we good, let me cook. I will update the tags as WHAT each member of BTS and Y/N as it is revealed but for now, no spoilers eheheh. Put what you think they're going to be below!

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[judesluvvvv]

word count: 1k

paring: judebellingham & singer!femreader

summary: your opening for taylor on the eras tour but taylor had also asked you to sing your song with her. this is based on when gracie and taylor sang gracie’s song I miss you I’m sorry together.

author’s note: this is my first ever fic so apologies for my terrible writing.

The fact that taylor had asked you to be one of the openers for the eras tour was already crazy but when she asked you to come and perform with her your song “I miss you I’m sorry” in the middle of the show was pure insanity. Everyone who knew you knew that you were an insane taylor fan she was the reason why you were into singing in the first place so when she asked you to be an opener for her tour you almost cried with joy and obviously the person you told first was your long term boyfriend jude. Jude himself was so proud of you because he had supported your music journey from really early on and he knew how important taylor and her music was to you and how much she inspired you and he promised to be at as many shows as he possibly could.

You were standing in the celebrity tent with jude singing your heart out and to be honest really panicking aswell in about half and hour you were gonna go back to that stage and perform with taylor. She has asked you not too long ago if you wanted to sing “I miss you I’m sorry” with her and who the hell were you to say no to that. Jude had come to the show today with you and had no idea what was about to happen you wanted to surprise and him and not get too hyped in case it went terribly on your side even tho you were beyond excited. You could feel your boyfriend’s eyes directly on you but you weren’t gonna say anything at first until it got really annoying “you do know that staring is rude right judeth” you said as you turned to look at him. “Hmmmm and you do know that your singing some of these songs pretty hard for someone who has a boyfriend” you raised your eyebrow and giggled because at him “need you to break my heart so I can actually relate to these” “absolutely not the best that I can do is leave me clothes on the floor and then you can get mad and blast these breakup songs” you raised your eyebrow once again because why was he acting like he didn’t leave his clothes on the floor anyway “you do that anyway and you do it pretty often so I can’t get mad at you anymore because then we would be fighting almost everyday” his mouth cracked into a smile and he cupped your face to give you a kiss. You were kissing for what it felt like forever when suddenly someone appeared next to you and said “excuse me y/n” you immediately pulled away from the boy next to you and answered the poor women who looked like she’s been trying to get your attention for a while now “I’m so sorry what did you say” “we just need you backstage for a while if you could come for that thing” “oh right of course” you turned up to jude once again and said “I have to go but I’ll be back don’t be worried if I take too long” “is everything okay” he asked looking a bit concerned “everything is fine just need to do something” “okay we’ll don’t be gone too long I love you” “I love you too” you were turning away to leave when jude's hand pulled you back he placed a kiss in your lips and you kissed him back "okay you go now" you gave him a smile and another kiss and left.

The last 10 minutes flew by faster than you excpected and you were due to the stage any minute now. You could hear taylor mentioning your name and screams as your heart raced. The same woman from before came to your side "okay it's your cue y/n good luck" you smiled at her and said thank you as you walked to the stage. There was taylor standing next to the piano that you were gonna play in a minute. You greeted and hugged taylor as you sat town to the chair "i have no words right now this is absolutley insane wow i was here at this stage not too long ago and it already feels like there is so many more of you here" "yea were gonna play i miss you im sorry". As you begin your chords you could feel your nerves fading away and they were quickly replaced with happiness and excitement. In the midst of the performance, you stole a glance at your boyfriend, who stood in the VIP section, a proud smile lighting up his face as he was recording you. You figured they moved him closer to the stage per your request he lowerd his phone and his eyes locked with yours, and in that moment, you felt an overwhelming surge of love and support. Jude had been there since the beginning and he was here now to see you fulfill your childhood dream. The 5 minutes or so flew fatser than you expected you and taylor had finished the song. You got up and taylor hugged you so thigh "thank you so much for this i love you much" you said to her after that you thanked the fans and run backstage.

There was jude waiting for you and as soon as you entered you rushed to hugh him "i'm so proud of you love like you have no idea what the actual fuck that was insane and why didn't you tell me about his before" "wanted to suprise you so how did i do" "are you kidding me you were amazing you deserve this so much i'm like so happy for you" "so i take it your proud i love you so much" "oh i'm super proud" he said and kissed you until you couldn't breathe and had to pull back "promise gonna show you how proud i am tonight" " you got yourself a deal bellingham"

judebellingham

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judebellingham from watching you record songs on your bedroom to watching you perform in a stadium with taylor swift I think it’s safe to say that proud is an understatement i love you so much my pretty girl ❤️

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[iwanthermidnightz]

After watching +20 shows (via livestream of course) i can finally gather my thoughts around it:

-Damn the people that made other people believe that Lover was a bad album for just one or two songs. Lover is the perfect opener and its really sad we didn't get Loverfest, the way Cruel Summer gets the crowd all hyped up within minutes wow just imagine 2hrs of just that

-Since the release i'd always favored folklore over evermore but i was so so so wrong! Evermore (in my opinion) is the strongest set of the tour, it really elevates and completes the album. The songs order is perfectly curated, the performances are distinctive but cohesive, and the public interaction during CP takes the cake. (and y'all may hate me but folklore set feels all over the place in comparison)

- The whiplash from the transition to Rep is necessary bc Rep is just in a league of its own. Reputation is THAT bitch and will always be THAT bitch, period. The crowd goes the loudest and the whole thing is just iconic.

- 1989, you will always be the be the perfect pop tracks, nothing more to say.

- At this point Midnights feels kinda rushed but for me the tour version sounds waaaay better than the studio version (at least for my ears). I think she should do a tour only for Midnights (idk when, she needs to rest too lol) but this set and performances have great potential, it just needs to be exploted. Also Karma is the perfect song to close the whole thing.

Sorry i think this thing got way too long 😅What are your thoughts? (if you already wrote them down could you link me to them so you don't have to repeat yourself)

My thoughts? I mean the show is incredible. It makes sense in the long run because timing is everything. It’s strategically timed. There’s something for everyone. The visuals are a huge part of it.

MAATHP into Cruel Summer was the perfect opener. Somehow I'm craving more Lover. Her entrance is goddess-like.

I thought it was funny how one minute people are crying at the end of evermore and then the snake comes on stage and everyone has to wipe their tears like brave little soldiers to get …ready for it 😂 I bet that was strategic.

For the evermore section I feel like tolerate it should be replaced with ivy (ivy truther forever). Not a tolerate it hater, it makes for good theatrics, I just like ivy better.

You can tell in pictures how sparkly and magical the folklorian woods look, it makes sense. I personally love the visuals of the cardigan music video so that would’ve been cool to incorporate. mad woman would be fun to add to folklore too. I see evermore as a continuation of folklore so its hard for me to separate the two.

1989 is flawless.

What I enjoy the most is seeing her with her guitar for the surprise songs. She plays so beautifully. I wish that part was longer. So many of her songs come to life for me when its just her and her guitar. Theres only lover, fearless, all too well and betty that she plays guitar on. But I get that she has so much ground to cover.

For midnights we basically get clouds, closet visuals, vs stage for mastermind, burlesque energy for vigilante shit and rainbows for karma. I’ll take it, but I think there could have been more trippy visuals if time allowed.

I probably didn’t fully answer your question but basically, I accept the eras tour for all that it magically is and I’m just happy that Taylor is back out in the world. It’s nice to see her more than once every few months 😜

[wildermouse]

Anything new lately? How are you?

ahh !!!

so like in life, nothing has really changed. my sister is back home for now and it’s been good hanging out with her. feel like i’ve really been bonding with my sisters this past year and it’s been nice.

i did, however, go to a Lights concert (my 7th or 8th one i think) and i held her hand (again) and it was amazing but what was even more amazing is that i dressed in a STATEMENT outfit (will post pics) and it was revealing and it was HOT and i felt GOOD and i got so hyped up by everyone even my MOM who only scolded me bc apparently i shouldn’t have been wearing any underwear with the pants i was wearing 💀💀 (pls mom they matched my top it was a good look (you’ll see)) and my friend & i went to a taphouse beforehand and got a couple drinks (i haven’t drank with anyone in SO LONG) and i got a little tipsy and we laughed SO much and it was healing and then i got two more drinks at the concert so i was feeling GOOD and i initiated conversation with this group of girls beside us and we mingled groups and i was so confident and talkative and flirty like oh my fuck i told them i was in my slut era and then my mom said she’s in hers too 💀 which they all loved and two of them at one point ran their nails across my scalp and the back of my neck and when i tell you i melted. jfc. in the middle of the club in a crowd at a concert. pls. and then i asked if anyone liked hugs bc i need a hug and this very tall hot woman volunteered and she held me dude. she fucking held me for a solid couple minutes and it was amazing. and then i hugged my sister and it made her emosh bc i don’t do that. there’s more to the night but oh my god it was just so fucking good. one of my favourite nights for sure. and the best part is i DON’T REGRET IT!! i almost always regret everything i do/say after i drink not bc i do anything bad it’s just that it makes my social anxiety fuck off so i’m more outgoing and vocal than usual. but nah, i was who i want to be. i’m growing.

i have TRAVEL PLANS !! my wifey is coming to visit at the end of next month and we’re gonna road trip!! gonna be so good i’ve been wanting to do this particular trip with her forever. then the rest of the plans are still up in the air but i’ll be going back to europe in the summer, and MAYBE in spring for a big tattoo but i’m thinking of postponing that til at least next year.

might move in w my mom spring-summer and start horseback riding again but that’s so complicated bc i’ve gotta take care of my sisters animals while she’s at work hhhh

i joined a warrior nun discord and have been making friends on there and it’s been sooo nice. i like actually have people to talk to. + the warrior nun fight is going so well and i love actually being an active part of the fight. y’all go watch warrior nun i s2g

idk like not a lot is currently happening but my mental state has been SO good since the beginning of the year. i think i was so burnt out for so long i needed last year to just.. lay down and do nothing. and it sucked, but i feel a lot better now. i feel motivated and i really wanna figure life stuff out. it’s hard bc it’s not all up to me but i’m working on it.

tomorrow is my birthday and instead of sulking away alone in my room i’m actually going out and bringing my friend with me and going to buy myself little birthday treats and getting tattoos and i reached out to people i haven’t seen in a long time and they’re hopefully joining me for board games and it’s just nice. the fact that i’m allowing myself to be happy on my birthday, to try and let myself feel worthy of others’ attention and time, to not beat myself up about wasting another year, so actually want to be seen. i think it says a lot about my mental state and i don’t remember the last time i’ve felt like this for longer than 10 minutes before the guilt sets in

so yeah. i’m good. i’m really good. or at least i’m starting to be <3

[quoteablebooks]

Genre: Fiction, Historical Fiction, 

Rating: 5 out of 5 stars

Trigger Warning: Rape, War, Antisemitism, Child death, Miscarriage, Sexual assault, Rape, Cancer

Summary:

Despite their differences, sisters Vianne and Isabelle have always been close. Younger, bolder Isabelle lives in Paris while Vianne is content with life in the French countryside with her husband Antoine and their daughter. But when the Second World War strikes, Antoine is sent off to fight and Vianne finds herself isolated so Isabelle is sent by their father to help her. As the war progresses, the sisters' relationship and strength are tested. With life changing in unbelievably horrific ways, Vianne and Isabelle will find themselves facing frightening situations and responding in ways they never thought possible as bravery and resistance take different forms in each of their actions.

*Opinions*

You might think that is an exaggeration when I tell you that I have never heard anyone say anything bad about this book  (until I came to look at reviews, obviously). However, from my coworkers to a random woman I started talking to at a bar one night, everyone recommended this book very highly. So, I did the only thing I could do, I requested it from the library and waited forever and a year for the hold to come in. I attempted to lower my expectations because it is very rare that a book that is so highly recommended ever lives up to the hype. Then I cried through the last 100 pages of the novel because I was so invested in the characters and their story. The tale of the Rossignol family is going to stay with me for a long time and I am probably going to start recommending it myself, though with some caveats. One such caveat is that there are trigger warnings for just about everything given that it spans the length of World War II in occupied France, so be aware of those before picking up the novel. 

Now before I get into any serious analysis, I have a huge bone to pick with the summary of this novel. In fact, it is the very first sentence of the summary: “Despite their differences, sisters Vianne and Isabelle have always been close.” No, no they are not, that is kind of the whole point of the novel. While the two sisters always loved one another, they are not close until near the end of the novel when they are both adults. Adults who have lived through a war and survived it in their own ways, sometimes hating the other for how they chose to survive. I had to go back and read that sentence multiple times as I went through the first 200 pages of the novel wondering if I had read it wrong. I had not, it was just not correct. It is such a small thing, but it annoys me to no end. 

Speaking of the sisters, this novel is a character study of how they and their relationship change through the horrors of an occupied country at war faces. I’ll admit that it took me a while to warm up to both of the sisters, Vianne in so much denial and wanting to just do what she is told to avoid trouble for me to like her at the beginning, and Isabelle being so rash that she was constantly putting herself and everyone around her in danger which annoyed me to no end. Even with these frustrations though, I understand why they were acting that way, I just didn’t like them at first. Yet, as the occupation and war go on, they both change and take on new facets of personality to survive everything that they have to endure while also attempting, in their own ways, to protect those around them. 

This story, at its core, is a story about love and grief. It starts with the love that both sisters had for their mother and father and how the loss of both of them, in different ways, shaped them into the codependent and rash young women they became. Yet, I never feel as if this novel goes too far into the deep despair that it could be classified as excessive given the time period in which it was set. Instead, Hannah focused on the resilience of these women, and all of France, in the face of so much loss and horror. She also focuses on every type of love that humans can experience, familial, platonic, and romantic. However, even these loves are quiet and subtle, and for the most part, believable. I do have some issues with Isabelle’s absolute love and devotion for Gaëtan Dubois, but I can overlook that with all the other things that I love about this novel. Hannah shows that grief and love shape us, but it also sometimes gives people the needed courage and resilience to continue. 

I find this to be a very slow-paced story, a quiet story with flashes of brutality and fear before crescendoing at the horrors that personally visit Vianne and Isabelle near the end of the war. There is tension throughout the novel, always in the background, building, and building. Isabelle and Vianne were lucky so many times that the reader knows that it is going to run out eventually. However, Hannah waits until the reader is so invested in these characters that the brutality and horror they face hurt even more. I really didn’t realize how much I cared about them until the last two hundred pages when everything started to unravel. As I stated above, I cried the last 100 pages and sobbed at the end of it. Hannah wove a story that showed that every decision, good, bad, or indifferent, mattered and changed the lives of so many people. It is a story that makes you stop and think about your own life and its impact. 

Now for the negatives and things that people might not like about this novel. As I stated above, the instant love between Isabelle and Gaëtan annoyed me and seemed a little off given the construction of the rest of the novel. True, they went through an imaginable tragedy together, but the confession after only knowing one another for a short time, most of that marching in a heard of other people escaping Paris, didn’t ring true to me. I can also see that people will find this novel too slow-paced, with too many chapters about life in occupied France without a lot of action. However, I feel that is important to understand the characters and the constant oppressing force that France lived under during all those years. Hannah, while not straying into tragedy porn, doesn’t pull away from the horror of the war. The random shootings in the streets, The Final Solution, and the violence against women are highlighted in this novel. With everything going on in the world, I can see why that would make people not want to read this right now. I am all for reading for escapism, I get it. 

This was such a weird reading experience for me because I didn’t understand what everyone was so in love with at the beginning of the novel and an emotional mess by the end of it. This novel throws you into occupied France and keeps you there with two women who take very different approaches to survive the war. I would definitely state that you need to be in the right mind space for this novel and definitely check the trigger warnings, but I think it is a great historical novel. I can’t give it a five because of the Isabelle Gaëtan relationship and a few other nitpicky things, but it is a 4.75 rounded up to a five. I will be thinking about this book for a long time. 

#the nightingale #Kristin Hannah #5 out of 5 stars #historical fiction #booklr #book review

[afriendlyblackhottie]

Girls/Girls/Boys

Summary: you don’t have feelings for your best friends you swear.

Parings: Thor Odinson x black!plus size! Reader x Brunhild ‘Valkyrie’.

Warnings: minors DNI, smut, stripping, alcohol use, mentions of drug use, reader is lowkey an awful person but it’s fun ✌🏾, ffm threesome, oral sex, D/s dynamics, brat tamer! Thor and Brunhild, rough sex

(A/N: named after the song Girls/Girls/Boys by Panic! at the Disco. Also this was inspired by me watching Don’t Trust the B in Apartment 23 cuz that show was the shit. this is something I’ve been trying to write for forever. I couldn’t settle on who until I was like duh Thor and Brunhild. Duuuuhhhh. I don’t see why more ffm relationships aren’t written about so I guess I’ll do it Lmao anyway this is for my chick flick challenge hope you all like it cuz I know I fucking did. Like, follow, comment with a reblog 💜 ✌🏾)

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Okay so maybe they’d fucked up.

It was just supposed to be a fun little prank that had obviously gone very, very wrong. Now the two of them were left shaking their heads trying to figure out the next move.

They were really worried about you. Maybe you hadn’t realized it but they cared about you so much. It just wasn’t supposed to get this far.

It happened two months ago when the two of them had come up with this idea. They’d been spending a lot of time together and they could tell it was getting under your skin.

Neither of them had meant anything by it. Brunhild had just been fun to hang around. And he invited her to this event instead of you.

Thor wasn’t doing it to be an asshole or anything. You were still his best friend. Besides you always complained at sporting events while drinking all the free booze. He thought he was doing you a favor.

Still he knew it hurt your feelings. So even though you were just friends it felt like he was at your beck and call more than usual. He doesn’t know, he loved that it was like that.

It worked out that way for both of you. First of all you were the best wingman. And it wasn’t like the two of you hadn’t hooked up with other people right in front of each other. Neither of you cared any other time.

Since you’d met he’d known you to be care free. You did whatever the hell you wanted and he loved that about you. Hell the first time you met was a one night stand but you ended up being awesome and it just kind of worked out that the two of you just liked having the other around. No one partied with him like you did.

You were the only person that didn’t judge him like everyone else did. For all his fuck ups and his scandals. Didn’t care when he woke up late or partied for days. Mostly because you’d be right there beside him.

Sure maybe Loki complained that you ‘enabled him,’ but you were the first time he got to just be. You just thought being friends with him was cool. That was it. You liked him for him and he was the same to you.

And he trusted you because at the same time you were the only one that told him the truth. Like when he did something lame. Or looked dumb on camera. Sure half the time it was because you were laughing at him but that’s what made all the difference. He didn’t know anyone as brutally honest as you were.

You were his hype woman. The one person that at least admitted that you cared about his bank account and to be honest he found it endearing. There was literally nothing he couldn’t tell you because you’d tell him straight up.

Then Brunhild needed a place to say while she was in town. So he offered up his place. Without even consulting you. As if your room wasn’t right down the hall.

It was just for business and he was going to be out of town anyway. You could use the company. Besides Brunhild was his friend. Not like she didn’t try to get along with you, but you were stubborn.

It wasn’t like she could ever replace you. Never that. It was just there were things you ditched him on that she liked. So when she decided to stay in New York for awhile with the two of you, he was excited.

He knew she’d wear you down eventually. When you saw that it was still you and Thor against the world you’d understand.

And it did happen. Brunhild finally managed to wear you down after she replaced the Chanel bag she’d ruined after a night out. Thor was honestly surprised that you were so cool about it but you looked at her and sighed going, “I guess it’s a start. I’m sorry, too.”

And since Thor had never heard you apologize before he knew things would be fine.

But now they may have pushed their luck.

Usually you were his go to drinking partner. So when him and Brunhild turned back up at the apartment drunk off their ass after you’d spent a surprising night at home, you seemed a little irritated about something but just kept saying you were fine as he sat down beside you.

“Pizza?” He asked in a slur, holding onto the box.

You shook your head, putting your hand up to decline.

Brunhild went to sit down on your other side. “You’re home? On a Friday? Are you feeling okay?” She teased.

“I’m fine,” you mumbled taking a sip of your beer.

“You should have seen Steve, Y/N,” he giggled. “We got him to ask this girl out-,”

“Yeah, yeah, that’s cool,” you said cutting him off with a yawn. Thor smirked and reached to grab the bottle out of your hands. Taking a sip. “Hey!” You protested, making grabby hands.

“Don’t worry. I’ll take you to the next one. There’s going to be this really cool opening I thought we should go to,” Thor said ignoring you.

You being you, scoffed. “Whatever. I’m going to bed.”

As you walked by he smacked your ass and you looked back at him with a death glare before finally disappearing down the hallway.

“What was that about?” Brunhild laughed when she was sure you were out of earshot.

“Probably pissed we went somewhere with an open bar without her,” he said and then raised his arms up to stretch.

And that was that. That time.

Again by this time you were totally warmed up to Brunhild. Even having your own things you’d do together. Like going shopping and brunch. Not that the two of you weren’t always making him tag along. She’d turned into a sucker for you just like he was.

Still as you watched them talking and laughing amongst themselves you stood to the side fuming. Rolling your eyes. Pouting. The whole nine yards.

“Why else would she get mad!” Brunhild said with a laugh after you’d gone back home. Saying you were bored anyway. “Obviously she has a crush on you.”

“Yeah right,” Thor laughed.

“She so does are you kidding me,” Brunhild said.

“She’s just not used to sharing me,” he’d replied with a shrug.

“Bullshit and you know it.” She laughed.

“Fine. Prove it.”

And that’s when the both of them fucked up.

Things had been fun for a minute but they don’t know. It wasn’t like they hadn’t already liked spending time together. Things felt kind of nice as they tried to prove it to you but still it felt off without you. And now that you were totally ignoring them they weren’t sure if they should even bother keeping it going.

“Still not picking up,” Brunhild said biting her bottom lip. After another call that had went straight to voicemail.

They were supposed to be heading to Tony’s bachelor party and you’d made them swear they wouldn’t go without you. This was a big thing. Free drinks. Designer drugs. They couldn’t just go when you weren’t there. They’d already messed up enough.

If things were bad before that night things had only got worse when him and Brunhild had come up to you. Hand in hand. Claiming to be dating.

At first you’d laughed. Then laughed a little harder. Waiting for the two of them to join in. Instead they stood there managing to keep it in.

Brunhild had a point to prove. She wanted to show Thor that you had feelings for him even if you didn’t want to admit it. What better way to do that than by making you jealous.

God had it backfired.

At first you tried to act normal. Even pretending like things were fine. Going back to your normal bubbly self. Going out and partying like you normally would have. Until you slowly started doing it without them.

You’d come home in the morning with your outfit from last night on. Not that you didn’t already do that before. But it was an everyday kind of thing. He doesn’t think you were seeing anyone. As far as they knew you ‘didn’t do’ relationships.

You wouldn’t say anything. Would just hang for a minute before going to the bathroom to wash the outside world off of you. Then disappear into your room until night time where you’d leave and do it all over again.

Even when they’d try to get you to hang out with them. You’d just shrug and say sorry. You had plans. But they’d missed you. Had missed spending time with you.

Brunhild missed you forcing her to go to those warehouse sales. You’d come home with bags and bags and you wouldn’t even ask her to come anymore. Before you’d wake her up by jumping on her bed at the ass crack of dawn. Even though she’d tell you to bugger off before she actually kind of liked it.

Then you’d go get Thor and force him up the same way. The both of them stumbling in as you were instructing them on the game plan so you could maximize your purchase. If it was anyone else it would have felt ridiculous but with you they just liked seeing you all giddy. They missed that.

That last night they saw you, you’d been pouring a glass of wine in the kitchen. Brunhild was just so sure she could prove it that underneath ‘who cares’ attitude, there was something there.

So as the two of them were all coupley waiting for you to react, you just gulped down your glass. “Why don’t we go out tonight?” Thor suggested.

“I’m good. I have plans.”

“Cancel them,” he said. “We want to take you out.”

“Well I can’t,” you said. “I have shit to do.”

“C’mon, it’s been forever since we’ve hung out.” Thor pouted coming to hug you tightly. “I miss you, Dove. Don’t you miss me?”

Normally you would have pushed against him. Citing that you did not like affection. Instead you stayed right there and even let him kiss your cheek. Then Brunhild joined in. Also having missed you.

“We’ll do whatever you want, alright?” Brunhild said before pulling away.

For a minute you looked into her eyes and then away. Stepping back. “I can’t,” you said. “I really do have plans. Maybe another time.”

And that was it.

And they were worried sick. They couldn’t just go to Tony’s bachelor party without you.

Until they got a very clear picture of you dancing on a pole from Steve of all people. Clearly you’d found your own way in.

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Fuck Thor and Brunhild, you were having the time of your life.

Obviously you weren’t going to pass up on Tony’s bachelor party of all things. No matter how much you were trying to avoid them. But hello you’d be crazy to not go. It was worth it.

You just had to be a little creative getting in. Not like you hadn’t been on the guest list but how fun would it be for your friends to walk in and not only are you there but you’re dancing. With any luck you’d at least give Steve a dance. Shy little baby made it so hard to get closer to him, but that’s what made him so fun. 

And you knew tips would be good. Also why you took it. You definitely needed be money.

You admit you hadn’t been home in days. Why would you want Wade and Vanessa had a perfectly comfy bed. Not that anything was going home.

It’s just aside from Thor, Wade was the last person to judge. And right now you needed that more than ever. Besides it was Vanessa that helped you get in here.

It just, it wasn’t until that morning that you figured out what made seeing Thor and Brunhild so icky. That as they both held onto you to tell you that they missed you and wanted to have a day doing your favorite things… you don’t know but it made you want to get the hell out of there.

It had been weeks since you started having these dreams and honestly that’s what freaked you out the most. That with each one you almost tricked yourself into thinking it was okay. But you couldn’t do that to yourself.

You weren’t supposed to be crying over some guy. You were supposed to make men cry. What did you look like harping over your feelings for a man.

But he wasn’t just any man. He was Thor. No one else was like him. Hell he probably wouldn’t even be as cool as he is if it wasn’t for you. He needed you. You’d helped him rebrand.

And in some gross way you needed him too. And that was the problem. You’d let him take over your life. For once in your life you could just be. You liked living with him. He was an easy person to share a space with. Even more fun to stay up late to chat about nothing with in the middle of the night.

Then Brunhild had to come and ruin it all. Confuse you and him. Gah. Honestly you don’t think you’d ever forgive her for that.

Sure you’d started to finally let your guard down a bit but only because they’d all but made you. That even though you’d roll your eyes after everything she’d say, she’d still managed to see right through you. Yet accepting her position in being another person to totally spoil you along with him.

It was like you’d had two sugar daddies with the no sugar. Maybe that’s why them seeing them like this was starting to get to be too much.

Then you started having those stupid fucking dreams and… you just needed to breathe. Away from them. It was just too much.

Sure Thor put money into your account all the time but at least if you kept stripping you could get by without him. Maybe you could get Steve to take care of you. Or Tony and Pepper! You could so be their sugar baby. No feelings attached whatsoever. Easy peasy.

Honestly you’d have to do so something. Trade one billionaire for another. Not like Tony didn’t like a good party. Though Pepper spent most of the time trying to reign him in. Like she was cool but she could be a downer. And you didn’t wanna give Steve a heart attack. Or maybe you did. You weren’t sure.

There was that African prince they were friends with. But you weren’t sure about moving to Wakanda. New York was your spot. No, no, no you’d have to stay local. Or else you could be really annoying, fly to England and do it with Thor’s brother. If that was something to get under his skin you don’t know what would. Sure he “didn’t trust you” you could say the same for him. If anything you’d be a match made in heaven if both of your goals were annoying Thor.

Oh what about Wanda and Vision! It was the best of both worlds. You’d get to replace the both of them but at least you’d know where your place stood with them. Vision was hot. You could do it. And goth girls were so hot.

Kate was a trust fund baby that might work. As far as you knew her mom was really guarded about that trust fund though. Something was definitely going on there.

Banner was cute enough.

Blah this was annoying. You shouldn’t even be having to do this. It’s okay stripping would work for now. Not like Thor or Brunhild had cut you off yet.

It’s just when you put things into perspective no one would do the things with you that they did. Would Bucky and/or Sam be able to master your bag to arm ratio like Thor could?

Natasha was immune to your puppy dog eyes and that just wouldn’t work for you. Not when Brunhild melted at just seeing your lip poke out a little.

There’d been so many times you’d have to stop yourself from calling them. Mostly because Wade was starting to have too many rules. Like he wanted you at home at a decent time. What the hell does that even mean!

Thor liked you indecent. He wouldn’t try to change that. Neither did she. If they were worried they just came with you.

Yeah now that you were thinking about it you definitely would give Steve a heart attack. That poor shy little baby. God you wanted to corrupt him so bad but he was so good at holding you off. So annoying. Made you want him even more. Probably why you were mostly dancing on him. At least he was polite enough to tip well. What a cutie.

“I don’t know why you play so hard to get, Steve,” you whispered in his ear. “You know you want me.”

Hell you can’t even believe you’d managed to get him alone. He’d even requested a dance from you. He could handle a taste at least.

“Y/N?”

You squeaked as you looked back from your spot straddling Steve’s lap. The blond looking up at you with a crinkled nose so it made you look at him with a gasp. “Steven! You sold me out! You’re so lucky you turn me on so much or else your motorcycle might turn up missing for tattling on me.” You furrowed your brows.

Steve chuckled before leaning forward to kiss your cheek. “Just talk to them, okay?” He said before wrapping his arms around your waist. For a minute you squealed thinking he was actually going to do something when he softly dropped you into the seat beside him.

You tried to protest as he stood up only to kiss your forehead again. “I’ve always known that under all that sexy was an evil mastermind.” You crossed your arms, eyes cutting to the side. “You’re lucky it only makes you sexier.”

Steve chuckled. “Yeah, yeah, yeah. Be good, okay?”

You crinkled your nose. “No promises.”

And with that he was gone, leaving you with the two people you were trying to avoid the most.

“We’ve been so worried,” Thor said coming to sit next to you.

You rolled your eyes but didn’t say anything. Brunhild was next to sit on your other side. Grabbing your hand and making you look at her. Seriously trying to ignore that jolt that was trying to make it’s way into your heart. Ugh gross. “We want you to come home,” she said looking at you all softly. And so was he. Like they both cared about you or whatever.

Yeah right if they cared about you would they have gone to ruin your dynamic. “I dunno my current living situation is pretty comfortable. I’m having a lot of fun sleeping in the void.”

Thor sighed because of course you weren’t going to make this easy. Or tell them where you’d been. “Dove, come on. Don’t be like that. I miss you.”

They knew you weren’t going to make it easy. As Thor came to put his hands on your back trying to soothe you or whatever it just felt like too much. She was holding your hand and he was talking to you all softly. Your brain could not compute. It was just too much.

“I need to get back out there,” you said as you abruptly stood up.

Thor grabbed your hand to pull you into his lap. “I’m not letting you run away from us anymore, Y/N.”

“Besides we need to talk,” Brunhild pressed.

“There’s nothing to talk about. I’m at work and I need to get back at there.”

“Don’t worry we’ve already paid for your time,” Thor assured before kissing your cheek. Not giving two shits about the tantrum you were trying to throw. He missed you and you were going to sit there and listen.

Inside you were dying from the way his lips felt against your skin. An affection so simple and yet you were pretty sure if any other guy was doing that you’d fight them. And yet with them it was still too damn much.

“Please, come home,” Thor said with a pout. “I miss carrying you inside at three a.m.”

“And I miss you telling me what sales are going on,” Brunhild said.

You rolled your eyes. “Yeah you missed a really fun warehouse sale the other day. Vanessa and Wade don’t know how to fight off that one soccer mom the way you do.” And that’s how you’d lost a perfectly cute pair of suede boots you’d been dying for. It’s okay you’d made sure if you couldn’t have them that at least they’d be ruined for her. Suck on that bitch.

Thor chuckled. “So that’s where you’ve been? With Wade and Vanessa.”

Then you groaned. “Great now I’m going to have to get a new hide out.”

“No you don’t,” he replied. “We miss you. You’re coming home.”

“No I’m not,” you maintained.

“Yes you are,” Brunhild said putting her hand on your knee. Leaning into Thor so the three of you could be closer. “I need your help with my skincare routine.”

“And you need us to keep paying for yours,” he teased.

Normally this kind of banter would have made you melt. You would have rolled your eyes and grumbled out a, ‘fine.’ Things were different now. Being this close to them was making you feel so cagey.

It was like you’d underestimated just how weird things would feel now. Your brain flashing back to that night. When you’d woken up all frazzled. Like the realization had smacked you in the fucking face full force.

And since that moment you hadn’t known how you were supposed to act around them. Things were already messy enough. Hell you didn’t do relationships so why should it even matter.

At least with Wade and Vanessa it was like a small hit for what you really wanted. It had been torture knowing that Brunhild and Thor were right there asleep in the same bed. At least they let you get all snuggly between them.

“Besides, we kind of have something to tell you?” Thor said.

“Yeah…” Brunhild sighed. “So…”

“When everything first happened… we were maybe sort of playing a joke on you.”

That’s when you finally shot up so you could face them. “What!” You shrieked.

Brunhild crinkled her nose. “Yeah. I was trying to prove to Thor that you liked him and it just kind of…”

“Kept going,” Thor finished. “We didn’t know it was going to be like this. We promise.”

Neither of them were expecting it when they saw your lip start to quiver. Honestly you didn’t even know what you were supposed to say to them.

“We would have never done it if we’d known things would end up like this,” Brunhild said.

You sniffled and rolled your eyes. “I need to get back out there,” was all you said finally turned to leave the back room.

They kept a close eye out on you even if it was killing them. They’d rather keep watch than lose sight. Knowing you, the moment they looked away was the moment you’d make a run for it. Besides they liked watching you dance.

When you’d gotten off stage you ended up with a drink in your hand right away. The two of them trying to get close to you still.

At the same time you couldn’t help it as you kept sneaking glances at them. Trying to make sure they weren’t near you. Flirting around the club like you normally would have. Fuck them. You didn’t need them.

A fucking prank. It had all been a fucking joke. Then you thought back to all the obsessing and over-thinking and like… none of it even mattered. That you’d been so caught up in trying to figure out your feelings and it didn’t even fucking matter.

They didn’t need to know that you missed them. It was none of their business. You were at Tony Stark’s bachelor party stripping for his rich friends. The least you could do is go home with someone. Or try to get more tips. You had a feeling you’d need the money if you weren’t dealing with them.

Even when your mind wandered to thinking of all the things you missed. Ugh. It was so stupid and annoying. And then they had the nerve to waltz in here like that. Both of them looking too good all dressed up in their suits. While you were half naked going from lap to lap.

As you had parked it on one guy who’d taken to putting money in your bra. You were straddling his lap and giggling at whatever he was saying. Not that you really understood what he was saying. You were too busy trying to keep your eyes on Thor and Brunhild. Making sure they had an ample amount of distance between the two of you.

As you’d went back to looking in what’s-his-name’s eyes you could have sworn you saw Vanessa making her way through the crowd. But in a split second she was gone.

“Hey, Y/N,” Wade greeted you.

“Hey,” you said, sounding huffier than you meant to.

“You good?” He asked.

“Yeah. I thought I just saw Ness?”

“Yeah she forgot something backstage so we came by to pick it up,” he said. “You want a drink? I think we should get a drink.” He said before pulling you up and off the guy you’d been talking to.

“Hey!” You protested.

“I gotta say, always wanted to know how Steve Rogers partied,” Wade said as the two of you got to the bar.

“I’m working.”

“Have you ever asked him what kind of shampoo he uses. What about Bucky? Hell what about Natasha? Do you think Thor could get me unbanned from Norway?” He asked like he was deep in thought.

“What do you want, Wade?” You asked with a sigh.

“Can I get two of your finest whiskey neats,” he finally said to the bartender then turned back to you so he could grab one of the bills from your bra to hand over. “With the girl’s employee discount, thank you. And keep the change.”

Your eyes narrowed at him. “Are you done?”

“I’m not, not done. Do you think Banner could get me horse tranqs?” He asked with a gasp.

“I think he could, but he would ask to many questions. He’s a goody two shoes.”

“True!”

“See what I usually do when it comes to Banner is I’ll usually get someone else to ask and well he trusts Yelena more than me and she doesn’t have any problem getting anything from him,” you said with a shrug. “But I can’t always use her or else he’ll get suspicious. And Steve is surprisingly a pretty good sport when he wants to be.”

“Isn’t he just dreamy?” Wade asked with a dramatic sigh with a leaning his chin on his hands.

“Tell me about it. If he keeps playing hard to get I’m gonna have to bring out the big gun.” You winked, grabbing into your boobs.

Wade sighed lovingly. “You’re such a slut.”

“Alright, get your shit, we’re going home,” Thor said with Brunhild beside him. Hands on her hips.

You raised an eyebrow. “Excuse me?”

“We’re going home,” this time Brunhild was the one to say.

“I’m not going-,”

That was when Thor grabbed your arm. “Vanessa was nice enough to grab your shit from backstage. Let’s go. Tell Vanessa and Wade goodnight!”

You gasped looking up at your friends. “You two sold me out! You traitors!”

“Sorry, Sugar Tits. I love you, but I cannot live with you,” Wade said. “If I had to hear you moan their names in your sleep one more time I was going to have Nessa throw on a blond wig and we were going to start talking in those accents and everything. It was not going to be pretty.”

“I can’t go out like this! I need to change!”

Thor shrugged, removing his suit jacket so he could place it around your shoulders. “See easy fix.”

You crinkled your nos and pouted. “At least let me say bye to Steve first!”

“I’ll send him your love!” Wade said as he started off in his direction.

“Let me get him before he catches a case,” Vanessa said rolling her eyes. “Poor Steve must be so traumatized by the both of you.”

“He likes it!” You protested as Thor started dragging you away. “He just doesn’t want to admit it! Underneath those innocent eyes and sweet ass is a freak! He can’t fool me!”

——-——-————-——-————-——

The two of them remained pretty unfazed as you tried to fight them. Up until Thor decided to smack your ass. That got you really fucking quiet. If he’d known that’s all it took to get you to behave sooner, he would have done it a long time ago.

Thor finally dropped you on the couch. And obviously you tried to get up so you could scamper away only for him to sit down so he could grab you first. Yanking you so you were in his lap. Ugh not this shit again.

Brunhild stood in front of the two of you with her arms crossed. A smirk on her face, as she put a finger underneath your chin to force you to look at her. “I’m going to ask you a question and I want you to be honest with me,” she said into your ear. “Do you know why Vanessa told us to take you home?”

Obviously you didn’t want to answer. As you sat there all pouty and stubborn she let out a sigh. Grabbing your cheeks so she could squeeze either side of your face.

“Hey!”

“Answer me,” she said.

“You’re making this harder than it has to be, Dove,” Thor cooed.

“Really? You guys are doing good cop, bad cop right now?” You tried to pull your head away, but she didn’t let up.

“Answer the question,” Brunhild said putting her nose against your face.

You huffed. “I dunno. Maybe because she’s a traitor. I know this is crazy, but I’m not exactly a mind reader.”

Thor sighed. “Dove, cut the bullshit. You know that I know when you’re full of it. Just tell us the truth.”

“… no…”

“Fine, let me make it easier for you since you want to play dumb,” Brunhild said. “Did you climb into their bed at night? Yes or no.”

“What are you the sleep police?”

“Answer the question,” Thor said smacking your thigh this time.

“Ow!” You whined. “Fine! Yes! Happy now!”

“Did you or did you not moan our names in your sleep?”

“What!”

“Answer the question,” Thor repeated even slapping it again for good measure.

“How would I know I was asleep!”

“She said Wade talked to you about it.”

More like teased you. Woke you up to ask you in a very accusatory tone if you’d been, ‘cheating on him and Ness.’ Then said, ‘if it’s the accents that did it that they could pretend.’

As if he could afford you.

But he’d looked so giddy. Like he’d uncovered this giant secret. Okay maybe because it was a secret. And then because neither of them would take no for an answer you ended up telling them about all the dreams you’d been having.

Then spilled about how left out you felt. How up until that moment you’d been pretending things were okay. Telling everyone what they wanted to hear. That you were just giving them their space.

So while you kept up this whole thing, acting totally normal. Partying. Going out. Just doing whatever you always did, inside you’d never felt so hallow.

Obviously you knew you had feelings for Thor. That was a duh, but still you never wanted to mess things up so you were fine with keeping things the way they were. But she comes around and suddenly… it fucking hurt.

But you couldn’t like tell him that. Or her.

Sure you had this reputation about being sexually free. You did whatever you wanted. Fucked whoever you wanted whenever. Hell you had a man rotation! A guy for every occasion.

But this wasn’t that. It wasn’t supposed to be like this. The three of you were supposed to live as besties forever and not complicate things. That way you could go on to continue to lie about your feelings. But no they just had to pull this.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you said not being able to help yourself as you sniffled finally looking away from them.

“Dove,” Thor whispered in your ear. “It’s alright. Just talk to us. Talk to me. I miss you. Remember you used to tell me about everything. I’d have to pay you to shut up.”

“Well maybe you should have thought about that before you lied to me.”

“Fine. If you won’t talk. Why don’t we?” Brunhild suggested.

“That could work,” Thor said.

“Y/N,” Brunhild started, “I know it started out as a prank, but Thor and I quite like each other.”

“We do,” he said. “But, we realized something’s been missing.”

“If you say me I’m gonna smack you.”

“But it is you-,” he’d said only to be met with the smack you’d promised him. “Hey!”

“I warned you!”

Brunhild chuckled. “But it is you, th- hey!” She cut herself off when you did it to her next. “Okay, look, we’ve tried being nice. Tried to play this all soft and tell you how we feel but you want to be stubborn, fine.”

She stood up so she could yank you up with her. Thor watching every movie between the two of you. As she grabbed your wrists to hold you still.

Sure on the outside you may be acting like you didn’t give a shit. On the inside you were screaming. One part of you raging. About how they could lie to you. But the other part, well, Brunhild was manhandling you. If you weren’t trying so hard to stay mad at them this would have been taken very differently.

“We’re sorry we lied, but if you’d fucking listen you’d know things are different now,” she said getting in your face. “And you know what you have no right to act like this after everything we’ve done for you.”

“Yeah I’m getting real sick of you talking back to us,” Thor said with a raised eyebrow. “Normally it’s cute but it’s getting really fucking old, Dove. You better watch how you fucking talk to us before you make it worse for yourself.”

You tried to bite your tongue. You really, really did. Wanted to. Clearly they were pissed at you. But it was like it was too late. You were already in this deep. Why not see how much further you could go.

Once again you rolled your eyes. “Oh please you aren’t gonna do shit.”

And obviously they were up for the challenge.

Honestly it was all a blur. A big huge blur. One minute you were telling them, ‘Oh please you aren’t gonna do shit,’ and the next you were face down ass up in Thor’s lap. Him spanking you as she kneeled down beside you with her nose pressed against your face.

“See we tried to make it easy for you but you’re just to fucking stubborn,” Brunhild said against you. “You don’t think Vanessa told us about how you got into their bed and moaned our names in your sleep. What were you dreaming about, Dove?”

“I don’t know what they’re- Ah!” You cut yourself off when you yelped at her joining in to give a quick slap in your ass.

“You’re really not in the position to play stupid right now,” Thor said.

“Answer the fucking question,” she said, grabbing your hair to yank you closer.

You whimpered. “Nothing. I- ugh I promise!”

“Dove, we know you’re fucking lying,” he’d said, as he popped you again.

“You really want to play games with us?” She asked, raising her bro. You bit your lip because fuck, but still talking about your feelings? That was a lot. “What did you dream about, Dove?”

“Nothing,” you breathed out trying to hold yourself back still.

This time after Thor smacked your ass, he decided to cup it. Then dip down passed the panties you were still wearing. Hell the most coverage you had right now was his jacket. As he started rubbing your slit over your panties you let out a gasp. “This change your mind, Dove?”

Oh no he was just playing dirty!

“That’s not fair,” you whined.

“That’s fine,” Brunhild cooed. “We’re done playing fair.”

With that Thor made you stand up. Grabbing your hips so he could stand you right in front of him.

“Take this shit off,” Brunhild said as she helped you out of the jacket finally exposing you to them.

He didn’t even give you a chance to wrap your head around what was happening because he sat you down in his lap. Spreading your legs and wrapping his hand around your throat. “Gonna keep acting like an ungrateful little brat? Don’t worry we can get you right.”

With that he put his hand back between your legs. Brunhild watching with her top teeth biting down onto her bottom lip. This smug little smirk on her face. You can’t believe the both of them were getting some kind of sick pleasure out of what they were doing. And you were still trying to fight it.

“Thor,” you whined.

“Aw look at our girl,” Brunhild cooed. “So fucking needy. And you look like a fucking slut.”

You gasped, getting ready to respond with some rude comment. Only to get cut off by Thor pushing his fingers into your panties now. Actually rubbing your clit. “Fuck!” You cried.

“You’re very wet for someone that was trying to act stubborn as hell,” Thor said into your ear. “I think you like it.”

“Why don’t you just tell us the truth?” Brunhild said. “It’s not like we don’t fucking know. You think we’re stupid?”

“No,” you whimpered, squeezing your eyes shut.

“She might be the stupid one,” Thor teased pulling his hand away so he could slap your thigh making you jump.

“Are you stupid, Dove?” Brunhild baby-talked at you. To which you shook your head. Your voice getting caught in your throat as Thor started playing with you again. “Then stop fucking acting like it.”

You let out this embarrassing ass moan. They knew they had you. Knew that this is exactly what you’d been needing for them. Fuck you looked so cute on his lap unable to get yourself together. And he wasn’t even trying to make you cum. Just kept rubbing to pull away and then going back. Fucking tease. It was exactly what you deserved.

Thor had taken to getting you close to the edge only to take his fingers away and it was driving you crazy. To make it worse you could tell Brunhild was getting this sick satisfaction from watching it. The way she was smirking and laughing at you. Fuck. 

Then he stopped again so he could pick you up. Pushing you down onto the bed after. Normally you would have tried to wiggle away but you were already too far gone. Fuck. They didn’t even doing that much and you were melting. Like have some self-respect Y/N.

Brunhild finally removed her jacket letting it fall to the floor as she stalked over you. Thor right beside her unbuttoning his shirt. You looked so far gone already and they were ready to make it worse.

Ignoring them for this long. Having that bad ass attitude. It wasn’t anything that they weren’t really used to but before at least you knew better than to run away from home like that. Maybe they needed to show you that they weren’t letting you go anywhere again.

Thor didn’t want to hold anything against you. He understood you’d been upset. This could all be pushed into the past after last night. But ignoring them just because you couldn’t have it your way for one had pissed him off a little. He’d spent this whole week feeling bad for driving you away when he didn’t even have to be.

Since this whole thing had started between him and Brunhild, he hadn’t hated it. It wasn’t like there hadn’t always been some semblance of attraction there. Never getting farther than glances and lingering touches, but he admits he’d had a bit of a crush. Just wasn’t sure if it was reciprocated.

Then she’d suggested that prank. At the time as a joke. They were supposed to tell you the truth so much sooner but then it got too deep to have the conversation. Everything felt… the same. Well, except…

Brunhild liked to think of herself as a pretty adventurous lover. Just like you. Hell she was almost as bad as him. But she’d never quite bounced back after her last relationship.

She was fine with sleeping around. Not keeping things serious. Maybe that’s why she liked having you around. You weren’t the type to judge shit like that. She hated that when you’d finally let your guard down with her, she’d played around too much.

Maybe if you’d come to them sooner about how you’d been feeling all of this could have been skipped over. Could have been doing this.

When things started to feel more real between her and Thor, there was always something off. The first time they’d kissed had been fun and it wasn’t like he was bad in bed, but something had felt like it was missing. Like they weren’t really on the same page.

The two of them trying to dominate one another, but neither of them wanting to surrender to the other. Thor was used to being in control and so was she. They couldn’t just turn that off.

See things felt okay when the three of you were just hanging out. Then less so when you started avoiding them.

As Wade distracted you, Vanessa pulled them to the side. Saying she felt bad for spilling but she was worried. That you needed them even though you wouldn’t admit it.

Only thing he could think of was doing what he should have as soon as he walked in. Snatching your ass up and taking you home. Guess it’s a good thing that no matter how could you were at them, you weren’t going to pass up a party or harassing Steve.

Moaning his name and hers while in bed with another couple. No matter how innocent, he’d felt infuriated. If that’s what you wanted you could have just asked. Not like you hadn’t asked him for anything else. As if he hadn’t given you the world.

It wasn’t like he’d expected anything out of you. He would have been more than fine if you’d just come home and worked out your friendship. He just wanted you in his life. But fuck if this had been on your mind, you could have told him.

Now they were stuck making your first time together a punishment.

But maybe it was exactly what they needed.

There had to be a reason you’d had them wrapped around your finger. Or why he’d pretty much let you have free reign to decorate his penthouse in however your heart desires when you felt like it. That dynamic has always kind of been there. Even though it was unsaid.

He never thought of you as a sugar baby. It wasn’t just the monetary gain. Sure you cared about the money but that’s because you liked shopping and he didn’t mind. You’d be friends without it. Hell he was the one that offered to do all this anyway. He just wanted to take care of you.

And now he was really about to make sure you were really taken care of.

Know not to pull some shit like this again. Next time you wanted to have your two best friends in the whole wide world make you into their personal slut, all you had to do was ask.

With only her panties on Brunhild got in behind you. Stuffing one hand down your thong. And having the other squeeze your breast. Making you arch your back against her.

Started kissing down your shoulder as your wetness coated her fingers. “You’re so wet for us, Dove. This must have been what you dreamed about.”

Thor got on the bed with his pants undone. Pulling you close so he could grab your ass. Hand going under your panties to squeeze your bare flesh. “I won’t kiss you until you tell me,” he said with his lips right above yours. Giving you this annoying little smirk. Eyes smoldering into you.

All of this stimulation was too much. Your pussy clenching around nothing as Brunhild teased around your slit. Why were they doing this to you.

Honestly it was kind of like this. Her playing with you while he teased you about it. Her whispering in your ear, “You just wanted us to fuck you, huh?”

“Maybe,” you whimpered.

“That’s why you left? Couldn’t stand watching us touch each other without you being in the middle. Did you want us to touch you, too?” Thor whispered lips like a centimeter away from touching yours and it was driving you crazy.

You couldn’t just answer. With words. So you bit your bottom lip and nodded. Eyes all big and glossy as she was manipulating your pussy lips. Why couldn’t she just enter? Why couldn’t he just kiss you? Why were they tormenting you like this.

“Use your fucking words,” she whispered in your ear, pinching your nipple making you gasp. “He asked you a fucking question.”

“Stubborn little slut,” he chuckled, deeply. “Still haven’t learned that all you have to do is be good.”

“Maybe we’ve been letting her get away with too much for too long.”

“We’ll just have to change that. Won’t we?” Thor agreed.

You honestly felt like you might burst from the desperation. You started rocking your hips against her hand hoping she’d finally just do it but Thor grabbed your hips to hold you still.

“Please,” it finally escaped from your lips. Shit. You sounded so pathetic.

“You know what you have to do,” his deep voice sounded so fucking intoxicating to your ears. Like the drug you didn’t know you needed. Then with her doing the same whispering into your ear and shit. Fuck. It was too much. And yet you wanted more.

“I-I-I,” you stuttered out barely able to even say anything. “I want your fingers in my pussy,” you sounded so pathetic. Holy shit. “And, I want you to kiss me. Please?”

And who were they to deny a request like that.

Thor helped her out as the two of you finally made out. Moaning into his mouth. His fingers taking the spot on your clit as she finger fucked you.

You pulled away to let out a moan only to have her take his place then. Making you crane your neck back. He just started kissing around whatever part of you he could reach.

The two of them together was just so overwhelming and yet you wanted more so bad. How was it fair that they could just do this to you. Get you all fucked up on love.

Thor stopped so he could help you out of the very little you were wearing. Removing your bra and then your panties. Kissing down your legs as he twisted you so you were on your back.

His lips on your thighs as Brunhild removed her fingers. This made you squeak out at the loss. Only to moan again when he put his mouth on you. Fucking finally.

“Yes,” you were just so goddamn whiney.

She didn’t give you a change to say anything more before reconnecting your lips. Tongue kissing you so deep. The combination of that and him tongue fucking your pussy was getting to be just too much. You were feeling over stimulated. All it did was make you want more.

Your hands grabbed at her trying to get her panties down her ass. Fuck it at this point you were all in. “You want it so fucking bad, don’t you?” She asked against your lips.

“Uh huh,” you cried.

She hurried to take off her underwear as Thor started finger fucking you to go along with his mouth. You were were officially done for and they hadn’t even let you cum.

“Gonna let me ride your cute face?” Brunhild baby-talked at you again, squeezing either side of your cheeks.

“Okay,” you whimpered.

“Good because I was going to give you that much of a choice,” she said kissing you softly. “Gonna be our little slut, huh.”

“Yes,” you cried.

“Good fucking girl,” she cooed. 

“What a pretty fucking sight,” Thor groaned as he raised up from what he’d been doing to you. Finally working on pulling his pants down all the way. His hard cock springing forward.

As he watched you two he stroked his dick. Watching as Brunhild threw her head back in ecstasy he smirked, getting beside her. “That’s it, B,” he teased her. “Her mouth feel good?”

“Yeah,” Brunhild moaned as your hands went to her thighs and then ass. “Very good.”

“See, Dove, isn’t it better when we all get along,” he said, putting his fingers back down to your pussy so he could rub your overly sensitive clit some more making you moan into Brunhild’s wetness.

Then as Brunhild’s hand came to grasp his cock he groaned. So painfully hard that he was surprised he hasn’t cum in his pants while eating you out. You’d just tasted so good and the more he did it the more he wanted and not stop but his dick had felt so constrained.

Fucking crazy how the only thing that had been missing between them had been you. They needed a little slut to play with. And Brunhild looked so good withering on top of you.

He just couldn’t wait anymore. Needed to fuck you.

Thor teased at your hole again. Loving how wet you were as a pearl of wetness dripped down.

As he started pushing in you tensed up. He grabbed your thighs to push your legs back. He really didn’t care when you tried to put your hands on his abs to stop him. Hell you’d done that the first time you fucked too. He’d been the only man you had trouble handling. Maybe that’s why you didn’t wanna do it again. Didn’t like that he took control.

So fucking fake. He could tell you liked it. Just didn’t wanna fucking admit it. “Ah!” You cried into Brunhild as he started going in deeper. “Thor!”

“Fucking take it,” he hissed as he pushed in a little deeper. “How’s her mouth, Brunhild? She still doing a good job?”

“I think she’s getting distracted,” Brunhild said. “We’ll have to work on that. Need to get better at multi-tasking, Dove.”

“He’s too big!” You squeaked into her.

Brunhild reached down to stroke your hair. “Aw, is he too much for you to handle,” she baby-talked at you again. “Can’t handle both of us?”

“Yes,” you whimpered.

“That’s my girl,” she smirked down at you. “There we go. That’s better.” She moaned. “Fuck you’re gonna make me cum. Want me to cum on that pretty face?” She gasped as it finally hit her biting her lip and crying out. Fuck.

At the same time it was like Thor was trying to rearrange your guts and he wasn’t even going as hard as he wanted. As Brunhild finally climbed off of you, he started snapping his hips into you a little harder.

She kneeled beside you, leaning down so she could kiss your lips. Tasting herself on your tongue. Then Thor feeling left out went in too. Only for you to pull away.

“Come on you can take it,” Brunhild said as the two of them kept their lips above you. “Take that dick, Baby.”

His cock was stretching you open almost passed your limits. You never admitted this to anyone but Thor had been the first guy you hadn’t been able to handle. You weren’t normally the submissive type but he brought it out of you. Now with the two of them having their way with you, it only made you want them to keep going.

Thor pulled out so he could grab your hips. Angling you exactly how he needed you so he could go even deeper. His dick hitting this spot in you that made you try to back away again.

“Don’t run,” Brunhild cooed before kissing your lips. “You wanted to act like a fucking brat. This is what you get.”

“Gonna need to get used to it anyway, Dove,” Thor groaned. “Cuz I’m not fucking stopping. Better get used to this shit.”

Thor meant it when he said he had no intention of stopping. Now that the three of you were doing this he was definitely going to make sure he could keep it going. Savor that pussy. It was theirs. They could do what they wanted with it.

“You’re gonna make me cum,” you whimpered.

Brunhild pecked your lips, fingers between her legs as she rubbed herself. “Yeah? Gonna cum on that dick?”

“Yeah,” you whined.

“Why don’t you thank Thor for giving you his cock?” She peered up at him with a smile on her face.

“Thank you for giving me your- ah!” You stopped yourself to cry out as he shoved into you. “Fuck!”

“Ah, ah, ah, wanna get spanked again?” Brunhild warned.

You shook your head. “Thank you for giving me your cock,” you finally whimpered out.

Thor chuckled being the one to kiss you again. “You’re so welcome, Dove.” 

——-——-————-——-————-——

You don’t know how long you’d been going. By now you were even sure how many times you’d cum. Between their fingers and tongues and his dick and her toys it was just… you’d reached your breaking point. And they were still fucking going.

Brunhild held a vibrator to your clit as he laid on top of you. “Fuck,” she moaned at the same time.

Ha! Taunting you! She could barely handle him either. Though you couldn’t see her face as she withered above you, you at least had a full view of what was really going on.

They’d just looked so pretty when they finally started playing with each other more. All the kissing. And you didn’t even get to watch her jerk him off even though the noises they were both making were enough to let you know it was hot.

Now he was fucking her from behind as she held a vibrator up to your pussy making you moan from underneath them. Ugh it was so filthy. Maybe this is what you needed. Maybe the reason you didn’t ‘do relationships’ was because you needed something more. Cuz fuck.

When he’s first put you here, dragging you into place he’d started out by making you lick his cock while it tasted like her. Then his balls which he’d apparently found amusing to rub across your face after they’d been coated in your spit. Seriously laughing at you and saying, “Fucking whore for us, aren’t you? Wonder how far I can get you to go.”

And that’s how you ended up under them, being forced to watch as he thrusted into her from behind. The both of them seemed to take too much pleasure in it too. Like finally they could be on the same page.

“Shit!” Brunhild moaned as she came. Him going in really deep just in just so she could really feel it.

When he pulled out you started licking her slit to prolong it. Fuck you were so greedy.

Then when you were done with her you moved back to him to slurp his cock. He quickly moved to stop you so he could throw you down again. Making your ass go up in the air so he could fuck you from behind just like he had been doing to her.

Once again like he was trying to rearrange your guts. “Fuck, Baby,” you moaned.

“Gonna cum in this pussy,” he groaned. “Make you my fucking cum dump.”

You cried out as you looked back at him. “Please?”

“Yeah? That’s what you wanted, huh?” He moaned. “Fucking brat.”

His grip on your hips so he could slam you down onto him was too much. You could imagine how sore you were going to be tomorrow. The both of them had really taken to tonight to try and ruin your fucking life.

Brunhild got in front of you so he could peck your lips once more. “So pretty when you take his dick. Whose our pretty little slut?”

“Me,” you whimpered. “I’m your pretty little slut. Fuck!” You cried as you fucking squirted. It was just too much. Just too fucking much.

Finally Thor’s hips stuttered as he pushed in all the way. Not helping himself as he let himself start spurting into you right against your cervix. It was okay he knew you were on birth control. If not who fucking cares. This was their pussy anyway. He’d do what he wanted.

He made sure the three of you settled into bed with you in the middle. Knowing they’d need to spend the rest of the night handling you with care. And probably tomorrow morning. It was okay that the three of you had spent tonight being nasty as hell. They’d give you all the kisses you could handle in the morning. You had a lot time to make up for.

You laid your head on Brunhild’s shoulder. Thor curling his arms around your waist. Shit the three of you would have a lot to talk about too. That was okay. That part could wait. There was no rush.

Could figure out what you would tell everyone later. Who cares. Right now he just wanted to sleep in the arms of his two favorite girls after a night like this. No one can ruin this moment.

“Thor! Where the hell have you been!”

Well, except maybe Loki.

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[peakysanakin]

a bit about Elain's trauma and why it correlates with her rejecting her mating bond with Lucien in the future, a thread:

(WARNING: this post isn't about ships, except Elucien because Lucien is a key factor in Elain's trauma. )

Everyone deals with trauma in their own way and that's totally okay. Some are destructive, some shut people up and others want to not feel anything. Elain, just as Nesta, went into the Cauldron and those moments were horrific for her.

She is literally dragged and shoved into the Cauldron while she cries, struggles and kicks to escape the guards' grasps. The guards and the King keep laughing at her during the whole time.

Elain is used as an experiment for the Queens.

She is used as if she was a mere object.

Her body has been changed forever and she is practically naked, completely terrified and in shock from whatever she has gone through inside the Cauldron. (We know how terrifying and horrible it can be because of Nesta's experience.) Everyone is looking at her, some are even laughing.

Do you know how violating this could feel? To be left naked and vulnerable in front of people who have just terrorized you? How would you feel?

We don't know what she goes through inside the Cauldron, but it was probably very painful and terrifying. Then, she is thrown off it and she experiences this horrific scene, and her mating bond with Lucien snaps.

Another thing has been decided for her.

Not only has her body and life been changed forever without her consent, now her romantic relationship has been decided for her as well. And it's with a man who participated in the plan that made this horrific moment happen.

Lucien is an accomplice of that. He isn't a bad person, but he is CLEARLY an accomplice. (GO NESTA!!)

Elain is dealing with her trauma and she doesn't own Lucien anything. She suffered so much, she was broken and traumatized by what happened to her.

And Lucien and their mate bond are a BIG reminder of the day her body and life were changed against her own will.

We don't know much about her, but we have seen enough of her suffering and how traumatized she is in the books. Feyre always admired Elain's strength, because being kind and gentle in a world so dark takes balls, you know? Later on in the books, Elain is still kind and gentle but more reserved and quiet because she is dealing with her own shit.

Strength doesn't equal to physical force. A big example? Queen Elizabeth I of England was strong and she never fought in a battlefield, but she was intelligent, cunning and brought a Golden Age to her country. She made a place for herself in a patriarcal society and that's how strong she was.

Elain's strength differs from Nesta's, Mor's and Feyre's. She isn't an active fighter like them, but yet she had the guts to fight in the war and stabbed the King on the neck to protect Nesta because she loves her sister and would die for her. Look at this.

No one wanted her to fight, but she chose to. SHE CHOSE TO! This is important. She is scared in the battle camp and doesn't know how to fight or wield a sword, yet she trusts her friends and wants to fight alongside them. 

She might die in the battlefield, but at least she will fight fighting and not be a pawn.

She will enact revenge for what the King did to Nesta, to Feyre and to herself.

MOREOVER –– Another big trauma (aside from happened inside the Cauldron and the dramatic changes in her life), it will probably be center around her body. 

Her clothes, body and beauty are mentioned all the time. ALL THE TIME. Elain, who was a very proper and modest lady (and didn't want to talk about periods even with her sisters), was seen naked against her will by everyone and she probably felt violated.

Feyre mentions Elain's reaction when she sees her and Nesta wearing Illyrian fighting leathers. She mentions how Elain was offered something less scandalous and more proper. 

Imagine how someone so proper would feel after being used and seen all vulnerable and naked by so many people? To have been ogled against your will? To be seen as an “object” to see whether the Cauldron worked?

Nesta is a sexual assault survivor and she also suffered because of their youth, Feyre's sacrifice to provide for them and Elain suffering from the Cauldron incident. She dealt with her trauma in her own way, just as Elain deals with it in her own way. And that's okay!

In Elain's book, her choosing who she wants to be with and how she wants to live from now on will be important. She will turn down Lucien, as it is obvious from what I explained above and because of the following:  Feyre and Rhys comment on how being mates doesn't equal to being right for each other.

Sarah J. Maas said this as well.

She also said that a mating bond is something rare but that some people might be lucky and end up having two. But the main thing is: 

Elain will reject Lucien because they aren't right for each other and she will chose whomever she wants to because she loves that person. That's big and it will be key to the plot.

Elain might end up being lucky and while falling for another person, a new mating bond might develop. But at the end of the day, it will be her choice. 

Not the Cauldron's choice, not society's choice or anyone else. 

Hers and hers alone.

You think she is boring? Well, we will learn more about her and we will see her heal from her trauma. Her body and her choices have been violated, but she will heal and grow for that and gain ownership over herself once again. 

Rhys, Amren and Feyre believe there is more to her than just the kindness she shows. 

“Maybe she was never given the chance to be that way.” “You think I stifle her?” “Not you alone. [...] But I wonder if everyone has spent so long assuming Elain is sweet and innocent that she felt she had to be that way or else she’d dissapoint you all. [...] With time and safety, perhaps we’ll see a different side of her emerge”

“You think Elain is boring?” “I think she’s kind, and I’ll take that kindness over nastiness every day. But I also think we haven’t yet seen all she has to offer.”

“Don’t forget that gardening often results in something pretty, but it involves getting one’s hands dirty along the way.”

“You can’t have it both ways. You cannot resent my decision to lead a small, quiet life while also refusing to let me do anything greater.”

“I went into the Cauldron, too, you know. And it captured me. And yet somehow all you think of is what my trauma did to you.”

“Including Elain, who is more than capable of defending herself against the darkness of the Trove, if she chooses to. Don’t underestimate her.”

Being a seer gives you many powers, but it would take me too much time so I recommend you to read this LONG AND AMAZING list of powers a seer might have posted by @miru5llec​ and you will be shocked and hyped.

If you like mythology and fantasy literature, you know seers are feared and respected. Kings have killed for having a seer in their ranks. They can reach levels of divine status and their ability as a seer gives them many more powers than those I have mentioned before.

Elain might not be physically powerful like Nesta or Feyre, but being a seer makes her more powerful than both of them but IN ANOTHER WAY. Look at the list above (linked) if you don't believe me. 

Her being on the Night Court makes Feysand's court the most powerful in Prythian.

That's why Elain is not boring and her trauma is valid. There is much more to her than what little we have seen. SJM has said so. Rhys, Feyre, Amren, everyone has said so in the books. We will learn about her, see her heal and chose who to love in her book.

“Why?” Elain demanded. “Shall I tend to my little garden forever?” When Nesta flinched, Elain said, “You can’t have it both ways. You cannot resent my decision to lead a small, quiet life while also refusing to let me do anything greater.”

“But Elain said, “I went into the Cauldron, too, you know. And it captured me. And yet somehow all you think of is what my trauma did to you.”

We will see her develop her powers and learn how to use them. She is possibly the key to killing Koschei (the big bad villain) because she might have visions of where his heart is hidden in that fucking box and guide the IC to find it.

Furthermore, stop saying “I want Elucien to happen so Lucien can be happy.” or “Azriel deserves better than Elain because she likes to garden and is mated to Lucien.”

Elain doesn’t belong to Lucien.

Elain can garden, bake and walk around on her hands while singing La Macarena and that doesn’t make her any less strong than Feyre, Mor, Nesta or any other female character.

(Also, in this stupid ship war I have seen people pointing out how she wouldn't be able to give Azriel children because her body isn't Illyrian. This is disgusting. You are basically saying that all her worth lies in whether she can give someone children or not.

Do I remind you adoption exists? Rhys, Cassian and Azriel are brothers by choice, not by blood and they are BROTHERS. You can adopt and be a mother. And you can chose to not have children and that would be okay too. A woman's worth isn't in her uterus.

And that’s it. 

(I posted this thread on Twitter as well, so if you liked it you can go there and RT it or hit a like.)

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[issaxcharlie]

You’ll always be the answer

Pairing: Charlie Gillespie x Fem Reader

Requested: YES💚

Summary: For the first time Charlie and Y/N have to do an interview together and things get pretty interesting and chaotic as always with the couple.

*In the wired autocomplete section the part of the question that was covered will be in bold*

Pretty much based in the we say we’re friends world, (yes, again😤 I love their dynamic I’m sorry) you only need to know that Y/N is a musician by profession, wrote the JATP soundtrack, a childhood friend of Charlie and now his current girlfriend.

The couple is completely excited because today they have their first interviews after the confirmation of the second season of Julie and The Phantoms, and usually they are not on the same interview team so this is new. Charlie always does them with the band and the singer usually does them with director Kenny Ortega representing the people behind the scenes.

“Hello everyone, I’m Charlie Gillespie and I play Luke in Julie And The Phantoms.”

“And I’m Y/N Y/L and I play Daniela in Stardust.”

“Baby, you are here today as the songwriter of the album.”

“I know?” She thinks for a few seconds until she realizes what she said. “Oh. Well, this is embarrasing. Make my selfpromo accident worthwhile and watch Stardust after watching JATP!”

“Nice safe, beautiful. Pretty natural.” Her boyfriend teases as she smiles proudly.

“I like to believe I could be an actress.” Charlie begins to laugh at the seriousness with which she answered and looks at her, full of happiness. He loves that they can enjoy moments like this where their careers can go exactly on the same track.

They know that it will not always be this way so they should make the most of the experience.

“I’m excited to have you back, Y/N. And a pleasure to meet you Charlie. You both sure are full of amazing energy, I love it. Let’s start with the questions. Charlie, this is your first leading and in a fairly complete role, you acted, sang, danced and even wrote one of the songs, how was the experience?”

“Pure magic. They are all incredibly talented and so supportive of us, they worked so hard to unleash our full potential in an accelerated manner. They had a lot of patience with me in the dance part, they taught me to use my voice properly, they supported me in the change to electric guitar, it was simply a dream to work with every single person in the project.”

“Sounds amazing. Next question is for you, Y/N. Much has been said about the unreal chemistry between Julie and Luke. How was it for you as his girlfriend to have to witness it live? As I understand you were present throughout the recording."

"Oh man, it was awesome!" Charlie laughs at her pure response and the interviewer looks at her in disbelief.

"I'm Team Juke all the way. I know I may sound like a liar or something since I'm the girlfriend, but here's the thing.

I can't see my Char in Luke. Charlie is so good at bringing him to life that I can't believe that cool rockstar is my adorable goofball. It’s like Clark and Superman with the glasses thing. Beanie and electric guitar? Oh, hi Luke. You are so hot, wait... don’t tell Charlie I said that! Bandana and acoustic guitar? Hey baby, give me a kiss in the forehead and sing me to sleep.

What I was saying again? Oh, yeah. So... I see Juke and I’m soft, they are perfect for each other.”

“So you think Luke is hot, huh.” he pretends to be jealous and folds his arms.

“What can I say, I have a thing for rockstars, my legs melted during now or never."

He snorted a laugh. “Good to know.”

The interviewer cannot contain a laugh of her own.

"It's always a pleasure to have you here, Y/N. You are such a character and I always enjoy listening to you, and I love that even though the years go by and you are no longer so new in the industry you continue to have that fresh and iconic personality."

“Thank you so much Maria, If I can be myself here it is thanks to the beautiful atmosphere that your interviews always have.”

“My pleasure, ‘golden star’. Let’s continue. Y/N, We know you already knew Charlie, but who did you get along with better from the rest of the cast?”

“Oh my, definitely Owen. He was Charlie's roommate throughout the project so we hang out together a lot in our free time taking turns as third wheel. I'm pretty sure he's going to apply the same card to me this second season now that I'm gonna be the roommate.

But it’s okay, I totally deserve it. May the best third wheel win, Joyner!” Charlie grins and does a fistbump with his girlfriend who looks really hyped about going back to Canada with the band.

“I’m rooting for you, girl! Let’s go back to Charlie a little bit. The album that Y/N wrote is a resounding success and a very important piece for the series to be as brilliant as they are. I imagine that the four of you have a special affection for the album, but how do you feel that your girlfriend was the one who wrote a soundtrack of that level for such a special project in your career?”

Charlie looks so proud. He looks at her in a way that makes the young woman blush.

“I’m just so blessed that the things happened they way they did. She’s the love of my life, you know? I couldn't be more proud to sing her songs. She has always been insanely talented and nothing gives me more happiness that knowing she gets to do what she loves and is able to share it with the world.”

The singer's eyes water and she puts her head on the actor's shoulder, who kisses her hair sweetly.

“You two are so pure and so cute to watch, I have a new favorite celebrity couple.”

They continue the interview for a few more minutes and then they have to move on to the second section, in which they are handed some boards with the most searched questions on the internet regarding them.

“Okay guys, introduce yourselves again. I’m not going to be in the segment this time so you’ll have to help each other.”

Both agree without confessing that they have seen videos of this segment until 5 in the morning when they have nothing to do the next day and have sleepovers.

“Hi, we are Charlie Gillespie and Y/N Y/L and will be doing the wired-autocomplete interview today!”

“Okay handsome, let’s start with yours.” Charlie smiles and takes the sign in his hands, while his girlfriend removes the first tape and reveals the first question.

“Does Charlie Gillespie have a girlfriend?” Charlie smiles proudly and kisses his girls nose.

“I do, and she’s so adorable.” He touches gently her cheek and she closes her eyes at his touch.

He gives her a light kiss in the forehead and then uncovers the next question.

“What is Charlie Gillespie like in real life.”

“I’ll answer this one, Char’s a total goofball. He is cheerful, funny, always full of energy, talented, caring, and really, really hot. All done, next question!”

He laughs while blushing and reveals the next one. “Is Charlie Gillespie married?”

“Well I tried but someone ate the ring.”

“I would do it again, it was really good. Answering the question, he is not yet, but he is taking too long, maybe one of these days I will declare myself.”

He opens his eyes wide, he knows very well that his girlfriend is capable of doing it, and honestly he wants to be who does it, so he makes a mental note to prepare everything soon. Thank god he is working on the rings already.

“It’s Y/N still dating...”

“If the question says Ross Lynch I’m goin’ to lose it. No shade though, man.”

She laughs, after the James Larkin show, a lot of people showed anger as they felt that she was a much better match with the blonde, and Charlie couldn't help but feel a bit offended.

“...Charlie Gillespie! Yes, baby!” Both high five, Charlie looks almost relieved, is adorable.

“The answer is always yes folks, get use to it.”

“Who is Y/N’s best friend?”

“Well, this one is easy.” She turns to see Charlie and gives him a flirtatious little smile. He blushes and reaches out to kiss her, but she answers the question just before their lips touch.

“Ross Lynch.” She leans over and presses her lips against his for a few seconds as Charlie reacts to her response and then gapes in disbelief.

“You did nOT.” He laughs and and wrinkles his nose feigning annoyance.

“Yes I dID. But to be honest, has to be this man right here. Not a lot people know this but we’ve been best friends all our lives, so yeah. You baby, of course.” He blushes and kisses her hand, clearly happy with the answer.

“Is Y/N going to be in Julie And The Phantoms S2?”

“Will you?” He asks, genuinely curious. She never tells him what Kenny secretly confesses her about the project so as not to be unfair to the other members of the band.

“I will, but probably still back the scenes, guys. I'm really enjoying this part and learning from the best of the best so I am very happy not to be in front of the camera for now.”

“And you are doing an amazing work, love.” She grins and kisses his cheek.

“Thank you for watching us being ridiculously corny for 30 minutes, don't forget to watch Julie and the Phantoms Season 2 only on Netflix! I feel sorry for that poor people that will have to see how cheesy we are.”

“We were still recording Y/N, but never mind. The editing team has a lot of work ahead.”

“Well, damn. I’m sorry guys!” Charlie laughs for the thousandth time today. There is nothing better in life than sharing your days with your best friend. He can't wait to formalize that ‘forever’.

Thank you for reading✨

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[cierrabiscuits]

Koutaro Bokuto x Fem Reader: Eligible Bachelor

 Summary: Some of the MSBY team are scheduled at a charity event and are auctioned off for dates, you being the manager go with them. The team is well aware of your crush on Bokuto and put a plan in motion. What’s the worst that can happen. 

 Words: 5.1K

 Warnings: Angst if squint, happy ending, MSBY 4 being sold as dates for Charity.

 Authors Note: Hello! This is my first time posting a fic so go easy on me, I hope you all enjoy it and get a good laugh out of it like I did! This is part of a collab with @ambershaydeoffical! Please support all the talented writes who participated. 

Update: I made a route for Sakusa! Find that here

Update: I made a route for Atsumu! Finda that here

Story

“Alrighty boys are you ready to go on in?” You said staring at the four well dressed men  behind you.

 “No, and I want to go home.” Sakusa adjusted his black facemask. He wasn’t keen on coming to this event whatsoever.

 “Sakusa I know, but I really need you! Besides what would you be doing anyway? It's Valentine's day and you're as single as single gets. Live a little. Maybe you will find your Mrs.Clean tonight! Ya never know!” You said as he rolled his eyes and scoffed.

 “Omi-Omi don't be that way. Our lovely manager here worked hard to get us this opportunity, and it's benefiting a charity you scrooge.” Atsumu smacked Sakusa’s back.”I think your just upset because you know all the ladies are going to bid on me.” The blond setter smirked at the very pissed Sakusa who just glared at him.

 “NOoO It's going to be me who gets all the bids. I still have my tan from Brazil and I’m alot cooler than all of you.” Hinata piped up, proudly adjusting his tie that had little volleyballs on it. 

 “Well if we don’t get our asses in that building, aint none of y’all getting any bids, besides I’m freezing to death,” You said rubbing your arms. The dress you wore done little to protect you from the cold night. 

 “Take this please, I don’t want to freeze to death. I like you warm and alive.” Bokuto, who's been oddly quiet, spoke up wrapping his grey tux jacket around your shoulders leaving him in his blue button up. You could smell his cologne on the jacket, you could drown in this and wouldn't complain. Your cheeks ran hot and you managed to let out a “thank you” through chattering teeth.

 “Okay let’s get going.” You said wrapping the jacket tighter around you as the boys followed you like baby ducks. Bokuto walked up beside you while the two boys bickered over who would have the most bids in the back, Sakusa wanted no part in it and stayed to himself. You look at Bokuto  who seemed nervous. You decided to hype him up a bit before he went into emo mode. “Bokuto you are going to have some gorgeous high profile women coming after you tonight, I’m jealous of them.” You didn't lie, you had the biggest crush on Bo, ever since you took the job as the MSBY manager. You never have a frown on your face next to him- until now. You knew he’d have a woman, that's not you, by his side tonight. You’d bid on him until your bank went in the negative but you don’t get paid like the women at this event do.

 “You wait and see, I’ll have the most beautiful one by time the night is out.” Bokuto said, smiling at you. You felt a pang of sadness creep on you, if he only knew. 

 The warm air of the ballroom felt nice against your cool body. You gave Bokuto his jacket back, you secretly wished you could keep it forever. You took in your surroundings, the ball room was filled with women in designer dresses and you could see the small stage in the middle of the room. 

 “Guys I have to find the event coordinator and see what time you guys need to get on stage. Please be on your best behavior, there are cameras everywhere. Atsumu keep the drinking to a minimum, Shoyo for the love of God go to the bathroom now, Omi keep these fools in line and you better be nice to people and last but never the least Bokuto, If you dance please be careful, I don’t want to take you to the ER again because you hit the Cha cha slide too hard. And with that I’m out. I’m counting on you guys.” You said giving them a thumbs up as you got lost into the sea of people to hunt the event coordinator. 

~

 “Thank you so much Y/N! Everyone is looking forward to the auction. We have some models and a couple pop stars who will be in the line up as well as a few volunteers . I want your boys to go at the end, as they say ‘always save the best for last’.” The coordinator spoke over the bustling crowd. She went over the rules and where they needed to go and what time to line up. You soaked in all the information the bubbly coordinator was giving you. “I have to go let the rest of the people know the game plan. Please have your guys here and lined up in half an hour. Thank you again!” And with that she disappeared into the crowd. Now here came the hard part.

You scanned the large ballroom to find your heathens. Sakusa would be the easiest to find because he is most likely on one of the four corners in the building. Hinata was most likely with Bokuto, and Atsumu was a wild card, he could be at the bar, maybe even on the dance floor trying to impress girls with his dance moves(That suck by the way). You recall the time you found him passed out in a bush drunk off ass at a gala last year. You make up a game plan, you would get Bo and Hinata first, then find a hopefully sober Tsumu and lastly get Sakusa (you figured it best not to drag him around the ballroom) You spot Bokuto’s tall figure next to a snack bar, and as you figured Hinata was with him. They were both stuffing their mouths with meat kebabs and other foods like wild animals, they sure love to eat you thought. 

 “Bokuto,Hinata, they are getting ready to line everyone up, wait for me over there.” You said pointing towards an area that was not  too terribly crowded.

 “HEY HEY HEY Y/N try one of these things, they are so freakin good.” He shoved a cake pop in front of your face. You took it from the gray haired boy.

 “Thank you Bo, but we really need to go.” You took a bite from the cake pop. “Wow that is really good.” You said finishing it in one bite. You heard some snickers from a group of girls, they made a smug comment about you eating it all at once. You normally would throw hands but you had an image to uphold. You shouldn't let it bother you but it did.

 “Hey don’t let that bother you, besides I like a girl that can eat.” Bokuto said, patting your head. He is literally the human version of sunshine. 

 “Thanks Bo. But really we need to get the move on, I still have to hunt Tsumu down. Can you and Hinata wait for me over there.” You said pointing to the area again.

 “Roger that.” They said unison. 

  “I’ll be right back.” You said going back into the crowd. You checked the dancefloor first and he wasn't there(You were relieved he was not.). You made your way to the bar and found him surrounded by women who were mesmerized by his thick accent. You waved him down and he nodded and turned his attention back to the group he had attracted.

 “It looks like It's time fer’ me to go, make sure you all bid for me. I’ll be a waitin’” He said getting up and following you. The women he had been entertaining giggled as he walked away.

 “Look at you being a player. I didn’t expect that from a man who yells at girls when they cheer for him.” You leaned into him so he could hear you over the crowd.

 “I’m just tryin’ to raise some money, it's strictly business. My heart belongs to volleyball for the most part.”He said winking at you. He truly is just a fool in love with the sport. 

You led Atsumu to the group and went to retrieve poor  Sakusa. You looked around for a few minutes and felt a tug at the back of your shirt. You turn around and see Sakusa towering over you. 

 “This is new, I’m used to finding you sulking in a corner.” You said staring into his black eyes. 

 “I watched you gather everyone up, I figured I would come on over to make it easier for you.” He began to walk towards the rest of the group.

 “I guess being 6’4 has its perks huh Omi? You're like a watchtower.” You said looking up at the tall spiker.

 “Yeah, guess so.”He said playing with one of his dark curls.

~~

 “Okay we have everyone, so you guys are going last, I’ll leave who goes first to you guys. Now let's go get lined up.” You lead them to the stage and let them line up. Atsumu insisted on going first, Hinata would go after him, then Sakusa and lastly Bokuto. 

 “You owe me some umeboshi after this.” Sakusa said, taking his mask off and putting it in the pocket of his tux.

 “Sure thing. I'll even throw in a thing of nice smelling hand sanitizer for the trouble.” You crossed your arms and smirked at him.

 “I’ll hold you to that.” He said, filing behind Hinata.

 You looked at Bokuto who appeared to be a nervous wreck. He had a small layer of sweat on his forehead and his hands were shaking slightly. “Hey it's going to be okay, I’ll be right here.” You said pulling out your handkerchief and dabbing the sweat off his forehead. “You're amazing and dare I say you're the best looking one.” You said making him blush.

 “Ummm HEY.” Atsumu said glaring at you, obviously butt hurt from your comment. Sakusa was unamused and took it upon himself to kick Atsumu. That gave you the opportunity to turn your attention back to the nervous male beside you. Before you could comfort him the loud speaker cut you off.

 “Ladies and gentleman, would you please give your attention to the center stage, the date auction will begin momentarily.” The coordinator announced causing everyone to tense up a bit.

 “Come on guys loosen up a bit, I’m going to be in the front taking pictures for our instagram page. So show off a little! Show them you are proud to be a part of such an awesome volleyball team!” You hyped them up one last team. “With that being said I want a group picture so bring it in guys.” You said pulling the camera and ushering the athletes into the frame. “Say cheese.” Atsumu wrapped his arm around Sakusa who didn’t have the chance to push him off, Bokuto gave Hinata bunny ears. It was a chaotic photo, but It caught their true essence. 

 “I want a picture with you before you go Y/N. Pleaseee.” Bokuto gave you puppy dogs eyes and you couldn't deny him.

 “Sure Bo. Atsumu here.” You handed him the camera and got beside Bokuto. He wrapped an arm around your waist and held you close to him. You could feel his muscles through the tux that fit just a little too good. 

 “Aww you look like a cute couple.” Atsumu teased as he brought the camera up to snap a picture. You couldn't make a comeback as embarrassment washed over you. You looked up at Bokuto who had a blush adorning his handsome face.

 “Y/N I’m going to do something, don’t get mad.” Bokuto said, picking you up bridal style before you could even protest.

 “That’s what I’m talking about!” Atsumu said, snapping more pictures. 

 “Bokuto put me down, I'm heavy!” You shriked  gripping onto his tux.

 “No you're not. I could carry you around all night like this if you wanted me to!” He smiled down at you! You felt your face light up like a Christmas tree. No matter how big or small you were, Bokuto always made you feel like a princess. 

 “As much as I’d love you to, we gotta get this ball rolling.” You said as he gently placed you back on your feet. “I’ll be taking that.” You said snatching the camera from Atsumu who was smirking. He seemed to be hiding something from the way he was acting. He is definitely sus you thought. You waved the boys goodbye and made you way to the front of the crowd. You got the camera ready as the spotlight of the stage flickered on. 

 “Thank you all for coming out tonight! We hope you are ready to see the heartthrobs we have lined up for you!!” The announcer said setting the tone. “Valentine's day is all about love and being with one another. So if your single, ladies, pull those yen out and let’s get to business!” The crowd cheered and applauded as the auction began.

You didn’t pay much attention to the men coming on stage, your only worry was the last 4. You scrolled through the camera to see the pictures Atsumu took of you and Bokuto. Bokuto had such a wide smile on his face in the pictures, your smile was just as big, even though your face was full of panic in the one where he effortlessly picked you up. You’re pulled from your day dream when you heard the announcer’s voice.

 “We have some special guests tonight from the MSBY volleyball team! We’ll start first with Miya Atsumu!” The announcer said as Atsumu walked on the stage like he owned it. He flipped his hair and looked at the group of women he serenaded earlier and blew them a kiss. You got lucky and snapped a picture of it, he may be annoying as hell but he knows how to get women. He had about ten women fighting over him, his bids kept going up and up. After a cutthroat battle he was sold for roughly  200,000 yen. He smirked and walked off the stage. You couldn’t help but chuckled to yourself, he’d be one of a kind if he didn’t have a twin. 

 “Up next we have Hinata Shoyo!” She said as the tangerine headed boy shly walked on stage. He looked confident for the most part and he thankfully went to the bathroom before this. He had on one of his classic charming but cute smiles. You could hear girls behind you talk about how cute he was. His skin was glowing under the spotlight thanks to the Brazilian sun. His bids went up high, he ended up being sold for 120,000 yen. He waved at the audience and bounced off the stage.

 “Let’s welcome our next bachelor who just so happens to be the tallest one tonight, Sakusa Kiyoomi!” You watched on edge as Sakusa walked out, he didn’t seem nervous but he wasn’t all that interested either, he stood in the middle of the stage like a statue. To make matters worse he wasn’t smiling. You grabbed his attention for a moment and smiled as wide as you could and pointed at your face, you felt like one of the psychotic moms from toddlers and tiaras but you had to do something or he wasn't going to get any bids. You mouthed the words “Smile please” at him and he finally took the hint. He had an awkward but cute smile on his face finally. You relaxed a little and resumed taking pictures. His bids began to go up and quick. Sakusa looked at the exit of the stage and smirked at someone and turned his attention back to the crowd. You could only guess he was looking at Atsumu who was probably pissed at how high Sakusa’s bids were. Sakusa was sold for a whopping 500,000 yen. You know Tsumu’s ego was damaged beyond repair right now. Sakusa bowed and left the stage. 

 “Now let’s end this night right! We have one more contest so let’s welcome Bokuto Koutarou to the stage!” You felt your heart drop and the announcer said his name. You had to watch someone you loved dearly be bid off to some rich girl who would probably steal him away. You tried to knock away negative thoughts but you couldn’t help it. He looked sinfully good when he walked on stage. What nervousness he felt was gone and now it’s nothing but his overwhelming confidence. He carefully watched one specific area of the crowd. You snapped pictures of him (a lot of them being for your personal collection) as he walked around the stage flexing and showing off. His eyes met yours a lot and he seemed to be smirking at you. But his attention always went back to the one area of the crowd. You heard his bids go up, one particular girl was bidding for him like her life depended on having him. Her voice came from the direction he kept starting at. He looked nervous when anyone but her called out a bid. You began to get ate up with pure jealousy, you wish you could take him off the stage and run away with him right then and there. The bids kept going up and up and the girl that kept bidding on him got him for 150,000 yen. He looked ecstatic. He looked at you and smiled before he went off stage. Your heart dropped and you wanted to leave, but you still have work to do. 

 “That concludes the auction tonight! If you won you can meet up with your bachelor over here on the left.” The announcer pointed towards the group of men. You made your way to find the guys so you can take more pictures and let them know where you’ll be when they get done.

 “You guys did awesome!” You said running up to them. They gave you a soft smile. You notice Bokuto was MIA. “Umm guys, where is Bo?” They hesitated for a second but your conversation was cut short as the boys dates for the evening came up.

 “Sakusa was it?” A well dressed man walked up to the tall volleyball player. You noticed a small girl clutching his dress shirt. She couldn’t be any older than 8. “This is my daughter, she wanted someone to dance with her but in all honesty I’m trying to make some business deals while I’m here, keep her company for me.” The man patted his shoulder and slipped some extra money in Sakusa’s shirt pocket, leaving him slacked jawed. 

  “All the umeboshi your heart desires, a big box of the nice face masks you like, and whatever else you want, just please be nice to this poor girl. She looks sad.” You whispered into Omi’s ear trying to persuade him a little more.

 “I didn’t come here to babysit, but I guess I can.” He said low enough that the girl couldn’t hear. Omi peered down at the small girl, she actually had moles on her face kinda like he does but on the opposite side.

 “Umm hi.” She said looking up at the tall man. She seemed nervous. You nugged Omi in the side to get him to say anything.

 “When was the last time you washed your hands?” He asked the girl and you could have choked him. The girl giggled at his statement.

 “I wash my hands all the time! Look my mom even bought me this!” She pulled out a small key chain with a rabbit on it, attached was a small bottle of hand sanitizer. “Would you like some?” She said opening the cap. Sakusa held his hand as the small girl poured some into his hands and she gave herself some as well.

 “Good.” Sakusa said, pulling his mask from his pocket to put it back on. The little girl grabbed his hand and dragged him to the dance floor. You knew this was way out of his comfort zone, but he was still doing it. 

 “Omg your hair is so cute! Can I touch it?” You whipped your head around to see a young bubbly girl talking to Hinata. 

 “Umm s—s sure.” He said nervously as the girl ran and hand through his hair. You couldn’t help but laugh a little. The poor baby seemed so embarrassed. The dance floor was filled with couples and the girl dragged Hinata to the dance floor before he could even get her name. You turned to Atsumu who looked like he had seen a ghost.

 “Young man I’m getting my money's worth tonight so let's go dance.” An old lady who you thought resemble Baba Yaga from spirited away stood in front of poor Atsumu. 

 “Yes ma’am.” He said, forcing a smile.  He looked at you pleasing eyes that screamed “please save me Y/N”. You shook your head at him.

 “Pay attention to me boy, I paid good money for you.” The old lady said whacking Atsumu with the cane she carried.

 “Yes ma’am, sorry ma’am.” He said walking with the old woman to the dance floor. You had to turn your head and laugh, between Sakusa getting stuck babysitting a kid and Atsumu being stuck with a senior citizen after talking all that smack, it was priceless. You guess them ladies Atsumu talked to must not have liked him that much.

You searched around for Bokuto to make sure he got his date for the night, you were also curious who she was and how pretty she was. You felt that jealousy creep back on you. This was going to be a long night. You finally spot Bokuto talking to a drop dead beautiful girl, she looked familiar but you couldn’t quite place her. She and Bokuto seemed to be having a good time, she was laughing at something he had said. Your heart shattered. You look back up to see Bo making eye contact with you. All you could do was smile and get lost in the crowd before he could see the stray tear falling down your cheek. You needed to get outside for a bit, you felt like you were suffocating. You fought the crowd and finally made your way to the exit. You pushed the metal door open. The cold night felt good against your hot skin. You walked down a path in front of the building and tried to collect yourself. 

 “Another year alone and single.” You blurted out to yourself. You find a small bench and decide to sit down for a bit. The night sky brought a sort of comfort to you. The stars twinkled and the moon casted a peaceful light. The cold was getting to you but you were afraid to go back in. You mentally couldn’t handle it. 

 “PARKOUR.” You felt your soul leave your body as you saw a shadow jump over the bench you were sitting on. You flinched back ready to fight off the attacker only to be met with Bokuto standing in front.

 “BO you scared me to death!” You said inhaling a deep breath and clutching your chest.

 “I’m sorry my parkour was so awesome it scared you.” He said, taking his jacket off and draping it yet again around your cold body. Your nose flooded again with the scent of his cologne. It’s calmed you down in a bittersweet way. “But angel what are you doing out here, you’ll get sick if you're not careful.” He kneeled down a bit and pulled the jacket around your cold body more. 

 “I could ask you the same things Mr. Parkour, you have a beautiful woman in there waiting on you, so stop wasting your time on me.” You said trying to hold it together.

 “Well I’m more concerned with the real beautiful one sitting right in front of me.” He said grabbing your shaking hands. Your eyes went wide with what he said.

 “Bo I’m confused?” You said looking into his golden eyes.

 “Well that woman you saw me with is not really my date, yes she did bid on me, but she was never my real date. She is actually the guy who owns our gym's daughter! She agreed to bid on me, but in return she wanted a date with Atsumu’s brother and he agreed to do it! The team helped me do this so I could be with you tonight, but I guess it didn’t go as smoothly as I planned. I’m sorry I made you sad.” Bokuto sat beside you on the bench,

 “Bokuto are you low key confessing to me?” You looked over at him and he smiled and shook his head. 

 “Yes and let me do this properly.” He cleared his throat and held his hand out for you to grab, which you gladly accepted. “Y/N please let me be your date tonight and from here on out please!”  

 “So like boyfriend and girlfriend Bo?” You said wanting to make sure you got the message right.

 “Yes Y/N, please be my girlfriend. All that flexin on the stage was for you baby!” He stood up and flexed again making you laugh. “But in all seriousness, I freakin love you. So what do you say Y/N?” 

 “Yes. I would love nothing mo-“ Bokuto cut you off by lifting your body into his strong arms. You giggled as he swung you both in circles. He slowed down and seen you finally smile again

 “Now that’s a pretty sight, you're not going to be sad on my watch anymore. Now we better get back inside before we freeze to death!” Bokuto wrapped an arm around your shoulder as you two began to walk back. “Wait I have something for you!” He dug through his pockets and pulled out a small jewelry box and handed it to you. You opened it and there was a necklace with a small owl charm and a “B” charm next to it.

 “Bo this is so cute! Can you help me put it on!” You said handing him the necklace. He struggled to get it on but finally got it. The silver was cold on your skin, but you didn’t mind at all.

 “Omi actually helped me pick it out, believe it or not. He said if I would have went alone I would have got something stupid.” Bokuto said, sliding the jewelry box back into his coat pocket. You hate to admit it but Sakusa going was probably a good thing. 

 “Bo I really love it, thank you.” You said leaving up and kissing his cheek. “Now let’s go back, I’ve got to check in on everyone.” You walked into the ballroom with your arm hooked around Bokuto’s bicep. 

You scanned the room to see if you could find any of the guys and the only one you could see was Hinata laughing with his date. They seemed to be hitting it off pretty good. “Bokuto let’s go get something to drink.” You both walked towards the bar, you see that girl who bid on Bokuto sitting next to Osamu. They both seemed to be having a good time.

 “Thank you again! The planned worked Y/N is my girlfriend now!” Bokuto walked up to them and showed you off. 

 “I’m so glad!” The girl said, clasping her hands together. “You are a cute couple.” 

 “Speaking of a cute couple.” Osamu chimed in and pointed towards his brother Atsumu who was being dragged around by that old lady. “I may have given her some free Onigiri vouchers and a few hundred yen to bid on him.” The twin laughed at his brother's despair. 

 “Your evil, but I like it.” The girl said as they clinked their drinks together. 

 “You guys enjoy it, we still have to hunt for Omi.” You bowed and clung back on to Bokuto. 

After circulating the ballroom a few times you finally find Sakusa and the little girl sitting at a table. Sakusa looked dead tired and the little girl was stuffing her face with cake

 “Omi you look like a tired dad.” Bokuto said bursting out laughing at his teammate. 

 “I see your plan worked.” Sakusa said, looking at the necklace through tired eyes. 

 “Yes it did now this cutie is all mine.” Bokuto said peppering your cheek with kisses.

 “How disgusting, when you grow up don’t date idiots like him.” Sakusa looked at the child who just nodded her head. It was hilarious to see Omi so out of his element. “That was directed at you Bokuto not Y/N.” 

 “Omi, he is a idiot but he is my idiot.” You patted Bokuto's back. 

 “Omi-Omi let’s go dance some more. I like this song.” The little girl tugged on his jacket. 

 “Fine.” Omi sighed and followed her dance floor.

 “Now that we know everyone (for the most part) is okay let’s dance!” You said leading Bokuto to the dance floor.

 You danced to every single song and Bo didn’t break anything when the cha cha slide came on. He swung you around all night without a care in the world. 

 “Let’s end the night with something nice and slow.” The Dj said putting on (Insert your favorite slow song)

  “May I have this dance pretty girl?” Bokuto asked, holding his hand out to pull you closer to him.

 “The Macarena may have wore me out, but I guess I have enough wind in me for one last song.” You teased wrapping your arms around his neck. He pressed a kiss to your forehead and began to slowly dance you around the room. 

 You see that little girl struggling to keep up with Omi’s big steps as he attempted to dance with her, he was at least trying you thought. Hinata was slow dancing with his date of the night, they both seemed comfortable and content with each other. Atsumu was still with that granny but he seemed to have accepted defeat as he danced around with her. Osamu danced with the gym owner's daughter and made it a mission to kick his brother when they got close enough, he even messed him up enough to cause the old to hit him with the cane again. You felt Bokuto's grip tighten and he dipped you down enough to finally kiss you on the lips. He pulled away and brought you back up to continue dancing. 

“ I love you Y/N.” Bokuto spoke softly in your ear. 

 “I love you too.” You said as the song faded out.

   “And one more thing Y/N” Bokuto said, leaning down to whisper in your ear. “I told you I would have the most beautiful girl here.”

Fin

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[acnelli]

First Time Falling

This is my entry for the @hpqueerfest 2021. Thanks to the mods who hosted this! And a big thank you to my great beta-readers @nagemeikenu and @static-abyss who put up with my phone-writery (writing time is hard to come by these days).

This story was inspired by Prelude and Fugue by shes_gone, and it’s set in a world where Harry didn’t go to Hogwarts, but had been prepared for his destiny.

Pairing: Harry Potter/Ron Weasley Rating: T TW: strong language, mentions of war time, mentions of drug and alcohol consume Prompt: Falling in love for the first time as an adult (late 20’s-early 30’s) Summary: Harry Potter –Head-Auror and Savior of the Wizarding World– spontaneously asked out a cute redhead and it turned to so much more than he could have ever hoped for. 

You can also read this on AO3 and FFN.

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Not bothering to knock, Ron Weasley marched into Hermione Granger’s office. The heavy mahogany door slammed against the wall, making Hermione jump up from her chair.

“Ron,” she shrieked as a bunch of paper fell off her desk. “What happened?”

Instead of providing his best friend with an explanation for his sudden intrusion, Ron paced back and forth. The panicked look in his eyes made Hermione assume the worst.

With one swift motion, Hermione stepped in front of the redhead, forcing him to stop his frantic pacing. “Ron, please talk to me,” she pleaded, taking his hand into hers. “What’s going on? Is someone hurt? Is your family okay?”

Hermione’s worried expression and the panic in her voice finally brought Ron to his senses. “No, don’t worry, Hermione,” he sighed as he closed her office door. “I’m sorry! But...do you have time for a quick cup of tea in the cafeteria?”

“As a matter of fact, I do. This report is giving me a headache and I need a break.”

Hermione grabbed her purse and gestured for Ron to lead the way.

“I swear, Ron, if you almost gave me a heart attack over something Quidditch related, I’ll hex you into next week and make your new Firebolt disappear forever,” Hermione added as they made their way down to the Ministry cafeteria.

Ron glanced over at the bushy-haired witch, suppressing a grin as he told her his distress was indeed about Quidditch. They grabbed their beverages and headed towards a free table. Gracing him with a dark look, Hermione gestured for Ron to finally tell her what’s going on.

“Harry Potter asked me out on a date!”

This statement caused Hermione’s drink to go down the wrong way, resulting in a violent coughing fit and her spitting out the tea.

“What?” she wheezed out between coughs, as Ron cleaned his face and shirt with his wand.

He waited patiently until Hermione recovered, both from the coughing fit and the shock. “See, even you don’t believe me,” Ron sighed, harshly rubbing his hands over his face, “I don’t blame you, though. I can’t believe it myself, after all.”

Finally being able to speak again, Hermione put her elbows on the small table and leaned forward, determined to not miss a single thing about this story. “Spill! How? When? Where? And don’t you dare to leave out even the smallest detail.”

Ron shook his head, still in disbelief about what had happened to him just twenty minutes ago. Not being able to wrap his head around it, he decided to tell Hermione today’s events from beginning to end.

“Today, Robertson sent me a memo to come to his office to discuss the ridiculous complaints about the Tornados/Harpies game last week,” Ron started and couldn’t help rolling his eyes about the things he had to put up with at work sometimes. “So, I went there, gave him my report about the match and a brief overview. Thank Merlin, he only asked his usual useless questions about referee bribery claims. I was ready to launch into a whole speech but he suddenly dismissed me and told me to write up a statement for the press.

“I was just on my way back to my office when I met Seamus. The fucking wanker had the nerve to claim the next Cannons match for himself. I know he did that just to spite me so, naturally, I gave him an ear full about it as we waited for the lift. We only noticed Harry Potter standing right behind us when we got inside the lift. I probably sounded like an idiot but Seamus and I kept the conversation up because I always get second-hand embarrassment when people stop talking if Potter walks by or joins the lift.”

Hermione patiently listened to his ramblings, restraining herself from telling him to get to the point already.

Ron sipped on his tea and shook his head. “You know what? I read too much into this. Just realised that I’m acting exactly as everyone else does. What’s the big deal? Just a bloke who wants to have a pint after work.”

Hermione stared at Ron, expecting him to go on with his story, but he just kept sipping his tea.

“Ron!”

“What?”

“How did he ask you out?” She accidentally raised her voice but Hermione was finally losing her patience with him.

“I told you, he most likely-”

“Just tell me the damn story, already!” Hermione snapped, blushing a little when she noticed the people on the other tables giving her funny looks.

“Alright,” Ron said, raising an eyebrow at her. “Calm down, barmy woman.”

“You're the one marching into my office like a lunatic. Spill it! Now!”

With a heavy sigh, Ron continued with his story, curling his hands around the tea mug to keep from fidgeting.

“Seamus had already gotten off at another level, so it was just me and Potter in there. I tried to avoid the awkward silence, so I asked him if he followed Quidditch and was going to listen to or even watch the Tornados match tonight. He said that he does follow Quidditch and that he intended to listen to the match at home but if I'd be up to it, we could listen to it at this new pub that just opened in Diagon. He totally caught me by surprise, but I must've agreed because he told me he'll meet me at the fireplaces at 5. Then he left the lift. Then I freaked out and came to your office.”

Ron marked the end of his story by taking another sip of his tea before he defiantly crossed his arms in front of him.

“Jesus, Harry Potter actually asked you out! Oh my God!” Hermione almost squealed, grasping one of Ron's arms.

“Nah! I don't think so anymore. I bet he just wanted to have a pint and was only being polite when he asked me to come along,” Ron said. “Who'd ask someone out like that anyway?”

“Someone looking for a partner?”

“Yeah, but think about it, Hermione. Why would he ask me out? The guy is not only fucking famous, he's also devilishly handsome. He could have anyone he wanted.”

“So?”

Ron looked at Hermione as though she'd just declared the desire to live as a chicken.

“So? So, why would someone ask me out while on a random stroll through the Ministry? Who'd think ‘Oh, that freakishly tall ginger with more freckles than skin looks kinda awkwardly cute. Let's try to get a leg over?'"

“I dated you,” Hermione interjected.

“You don't count.”

“Well, thank you!” Her sarcasm was all but ignored by Ron.

“I just know I'll embarrass myself tonight,” Ron insisted, looking quite unhappy. “Let's go back to work. I still have to write that useless report.”

“Devilishly handsome, hm?”

“Shut up!”

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Harry didn't know what had possessed him to ask the cute ginger out for a pint.

Maybe it had been the Prophet article speculating for the umpteenth time about when the Savior of the Wizarding World would finally settle down and make some black-haired, green-eyed babies. Rita Skeeter had many ideas about what worthy witch could conquer the heart of Harry Potter. All things considered, the article had probably not been the worst thing written about him so far.

Sometimes he wondered if he should've taken Sirius’ advice to feed the press and public meaningless details of his life. It wouldn't stop the constant speculations and made-up affairs, but it probably would reduce the paparazzi following him around, the crazy fans sending him love letters and maybe, they would find something more newsworthy than where Harry Potter bought his toilet paper.

But he hated the fact that people demanded this from him. He was 29 now, and while the great hype about him was over, he still seemed to be interesting enough to write about, even over a decade after his defeat of Voldemort.

He knew the majority of the Wizarding World was sincerely grateful for what he'd done. There were so many parents thanking him for the simple fact that they're still alive and able to see their children grow up.

It reminded him that it was all worth it. The sacrifices, the nearly friendless childhood, his secret life away from the public, the growing up with the knowledge that he might not live long enough to celebrate his 17th birthday. All of that had resulted in ending Voldemort once and for all.

When he'd destroyed the Dark Lord and his Horcruxes though, Harry’s hope of finally living a normal life got crushed soon after. In the post-war world, it had been next to impossible to lead a life like everyone else. Because of his childhood and his training by Alastor ‘Mad Eye’ Moody himself, he learned not to trust easily. And since occasions to make friends or interact with strangers had been few and far between, he never really learned what to look for in a friend.

He was well aware that he was complaining about a comfortable life. His parents had left him a respectable amount of gold, and Sirius bought him a flat in London after he graduated from Auror Academy. Maybe he'd gotten this job because of his fame and reputation, but he knew he deserved the position as Head Auror. There was hardly anyone with the same amount of training and experience he brought to the table, and he was under the impression the people working for him did genuinely like him as a boss. Two of them he even considered friends after all these years.

Aside from the two friends at work he also had his family. He had Sirius, Remus, Andromeda, Tonks and his godson, Teddy. He wasn't alone by any means, but he'd never met someone he could possibly fall in love with. Hell, aside from one of Tonks’ old friends from school and her father's attempts to set him up with several of his countless nieces—and later nephews when Harry told his family girls didn't do it for him—he'd never even dated. Toby—a fellow student from elementary school and the only friend his age—dragged him to Muggle pubs and clubs, resulting in the occasional snog or even a shag with a stranger. Needless to say, his first time hadn't exactly been romance novel material and it sure wasn't something he liked to think about. Sometimes, Harry feared that he would never fall in love, that he wasn't capable of developing those feelings for another person.

Those unpleasant thoughts combined with the Rita Skeeter article may have been the result of his sudden impulse to just go for it and ask the redhead out. But it also could have been the brilliant blue eyes, the kind, shy smile and the lean shoulders. Harry was sure, though, that the main reason for it had been the fact that this man hadn't treated him like a Messiah. It had just been an easy conversation, even if it had been only two minutes.

Harry hoped it would remain that way when they watched the game later. In fact, he could just brush it off as a friendly meeting with a fellow Ministry worker if Cute Ginger wasn't interested in anything more.

But when he thought about the redhead’s lopsided grin, Harry felt a foreign flutter in his stomach and he couldn't help but hope for more, even if it was just another visit to the pub.

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In the 30 years of Ron Weasley’s existence, he'd never been on time for something not work-related. Today, though, he was almost ten minutes early as he waited by the fireplaces for Harry Potter.

Again, he felt rather pathetic. For a hot second, he considered waiting in a nearby bathroom to pass the time, pretending to get to their meeting place just in time. But then he reminded himself that he wasn’t a petty teenager anymore, and even if Potter found it pathetic, Ron didn’t expect a repeat of tonight, anyway.

He decided to just treat this like a meet-up with Dean and Seamus every other Thursday after work. Just two guys, enjoying a couple of pints together, talking about Quidditch. Nothing special. Nothing to freak out over.

The atrium was busy as ever but he spotted Potter right away when the Head-Auror stepped out of the lift and made his way towards the fireplaces. He still wore his magenta work robes and Ron couldn't help but notice how sexy they looked on him.

“Hi!” Potter greeted Ron, smiling somewhat shyly. “Ready for some beer and Quidditch?”

“Sure! But I forgot to introduce myself earlier, so I figured I'd do that now,” Ron said, giving the dark haired man a smile in return, as he offered his hand for a proper introduction. “I'm Ron. Ron Weasley.”

“I'm Harry.”

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“No way! How did he get out of there?”

Harry barked out a laugh at Ron's tale of a night out with Seamus and Dean. His outburst was loud enough for the other guests of the pub to look in their direction. Ron found it amusing how a simple change into Muggle clothes, different glasses, and a slightly lighter hair colour resulted in no one recognizing the Boy-Who-Lived.

“Since it was a Muggle police station, Seamus had to spend the night there. Statute of Secrecy, and all. We picked him up the next morning and filled him in on what he'd done the night before, including showing everyone his pale arse.” Ron grinned deviously at the memory. “I invented some things for good measure. Unfortunately, Dean is too good for this world and told him a few hours later that I was taking the mickey.”

Harry shook his head, chuckling. “That reminds me of Remus searching the whole of London for Sirius, only to find him several hours later in a hidden spot on the roof. He was gazing at the stars and totally stoned. Combined with Firewhiskey, he didn't remember a single thing from that night.”

“Sirius?” Ron looked quite interested at the mention of his Godfather’s name. “Sirius, as in Sirius Black?”

“Yes. He was my Dad’s best friend. And he's my Godfather.”

“I'm just asking because I'm related to the Blacks. My grandfather married Cedrella Black.”

“Yes, I recognize the name. Her face got blasted off the family tree,” Harry said, and at Ron's raised eyebrow quickly added, “Sirius’ mother blasted everyone off that tree who didn't uphold the Black family's motto ‘Toujours pur’. So, Cedrella must have gone against the high and mighty Black Pureblood tradition.”

“Well,” Ron said, taking a swig of his beer, “she married a Weasley. I'm sure that alone was reason enough to disown her. The Weasleys have been notorious blood traitors since forever.”

“Sounds like your grandmother had good taste in men if you ask me.”

Harry winked at Ron, and the redhead felt the burning blush creeping up his neck.

Ron was once again amazed at how little time it had taken him to lose his nervousness. But Harry Potter made it very easy for him. Harry was confident, yet humble and polite. His humor didn't have Ron's sarcastic edge, but the redhead found Harry delightfully witty with a good amount of sass.

Ron didn't know what he expected but it was undeniable how easy it was to talk to Harry. He could only hope the raven-haired man enjoyed this just as much as he did. Harry laughed at his jokes and seemed genuinely interested in Ron's more-than-mundane life.

As much as Ron tried to see this as a meeting with a good friend, he couldn't help the warm feeling in his chest every time Harry smiled at him or his leg accidentally bumped against Ron's. And if the alcohol hadn't gone to his head already, making him imagine things, Harry's eyes kept flitting down to Ron's lips.

When the woman behind the bar announced the final round, they decided to call it a night since it was one of Harry's work Saturdays tomorrow.

As they ventured out of the crowded pub and into the cool night air, Ron was disappointed about the evening coming to an end. Time had flown and he was sure they could've talked for several more hours.

“Would you mind if I walk you home?” Harry asked just as Ron wanted to wish him a good night.

Ron nodded, not being able to suppress his smile as Harry obviously remembered him mentioning that he only lived a few blocks away.

They kept their pace slow and walked a little closer to each other than necessary, their hands bumping against one another. Every touch sent a jolt through Ron's body and he wanted nothing more than to take Harry's hand.

Eventually, they reached their destination. During the entire walk home Ron had gathered all of his Gryffindor courage to ask Harry out, this time for an official date.

“I- um,” Ron started, rubbing one hand against the back of his neck to ease his nerves. “I really enjoyed this evening and I was wondering...Maybe I got this all wrong, but you seem interested, and well, I'm interested too. And if you're not, that's totally fine. But...caniseeyouagain?”

And before Ron's face had the time to go completely crimson, he got his answer as Harry took his hand to pull him close, leaned up and kissed him.

Harry pulled back from Ron's lips, his stunning, green eyes slightly darker than usual and holding a hopeful glint.

Ron didn't give himself the chance to overthink as he put his hand on the back of Harry's neck and kissed him again. A deep groan escaped him when Harry licked at Ron's bottom lip and Harry took the opportunity to slip his tongue inside.

Ron was positive that he'd never experienced something more incredible than kissing Harry Potter. The only things he was capable of paying attention to were Harry and the wild thumping of his heart. And while it was exhilarating and new and positively made him weak in the knees, it also felt a lot like coming home.

Having lost all sense of time, Ron couldn't tell if they'd kissed for a minute or several hours when they broke apart. Harry's hands still gripped his shirt and Ron let his own hands glide from Harry's dark hair down over strong, well-defined shoulders to finally rest at his hips.

Both of them tried to catch their breath and Harry, who finally let go of Ron's shirt to put his arms around him, smiled up at Ron almost shyly.

“Yes, you can see me again,” Harry said, grinning.”What are your plans for tomorrow night?”

“Well,” Ron pretended to think about it for a second, “I thought I'd do this.”

And with that, he leaned in to kiss Harry again.

“I think that's a brilliant idea.”

**** **** **** ****

Just as he turned off the radio and grabbed his coat from the rag beside the door, a loud knock sounded through Harry's now quiet flat.

“Ten minutes early. Eager, aren't we?” Harry said as he opened the door for a tall ginger with a picnic basket in one hand and a broom in the other.

“Says the one waiting right beside the door like a good dog.”

Ron shoved his way inside, putting down the basket and broom before pulling Harry into his arms.

“Happy Birthday,” Ron murmured against the other man's lips. “And I thought I was supposed to give you a present, not the other way around?”

Harry pulled back a little, apparently confused. Ron grinned at him and squeezed Harry's arse. “Thanks for wearing my favourite pants today.”

Chuckling, Harry pointed at the broom Ron had brought with him. “No way I'll fly on a broom in these. Good thing I also packed my joggers.”

Ron hadn't told him where they were going for Harry's Birthday. He'd just instructed Harry to be ready at 9 in the morning, so they'd be back in time for dinner at Grimmauld Place with Harry's family.

Only two months had passed since their first kiss, but Harry already felt as though he'd known Ron for much longer. Every kiss, every touch, all the teasing and banter, and late night talks felt so completely natural, yet blissfully exciting.

“Come on, grab your broom. We're on a tight schedule.”

Ron winked at him and before Harry knew it, they were standing in the middle of a giant Quidditch pitch.

There wasn't a single soul besides them, but Harry immediately recognized the giant Hogwarts House banners from his family's keepsakes of their school years. Aside from that fateful day when he'd fought Voldemort on those grounds, he'd never visited the school. Not before, not after.

Harry tried to swallow down the lump in his throat. The surprise must be the result of one of their late night talks, when Harry confessed that his deepest desire while growing up had been to go to Hogwarts.

“Are we allowed to be here or do I need to arrest you for breaking into school grounds?”

Arms wrapped around him from behind and Harry could feel Ron smiling against the back of his head. “I wouldn't be opposed to playing the big bad Auror and the naughty Suspect later, but this is actually 100% legal. Having contacts with important Quidditch officials has its perks sometimes. And my annual chess game against McGonagall helped too, I suppose.”

“Okay then,” Harry said, lifting one of Ron's hands to his mouth to brush his lips against his knuckles. “Fill me in on that plan of yours.”

Ron let go of him and reached for their brooms, tossing one of them at Harry. “I thought we'd fly over the grounds first, so I can show you everything from above. The castle looks fucking amazing from up there and the Great Lake is a sight to die for when the water reflects the sun.”

Ron mounted his broom and flew in slow circles around Harry as he continued to talk. “I hope you don't mind that I invited your family for dinner. But I thought we could all show you the castle, introduce you to our favourite spots and secret places. Andromeda can show us the Slytherin common room. I've never been there myself. I'll show you the kitchen first. That's where I'll cook dinner later while the others show you around.”

Jumping down from his broom, Ron looked at Harry with a mixture of excitement and reluctance as he rubbed the back of his neck. It was a telltale sign of the redhead being nervous, Harry had learned in the last weeks.

“So, I thought this to be fitting for a 30th Birthday. I wasn't sure what to get you that you don't already have, and I reckoned this might be fun.”

Harry didn't know what to say and his silence only made Ron doubt his plan more. It always baffled Harry how Ron didn't realize how wonderful he was. He wished Ron could see himself through Harry's eyes.

Right at that moment, as Harry looked into Ron's blue eyes, it hit him. In fact, he knew he'd been harbouring these feelings inside him for weeks now, but only now he could see it with shining clarity.

He was falling in love.

The feeling was new, something he'd never experienced, but still he recognized it for what it was.

 Love.

***

#hpqueerfest #mine #my stories #my fanfics #rarry #rarry fanfic #rarry fanfiction #hp #hp fanfic #harron #ronarry #harry potter #ron weasley #harry x ron #ron x harry #ron and harry #harry and ron #ron/harry #harry/ron

[kniesyswrld]

She’s Not• j. toews

(You get called a hoe by other girls and men, but Jonathan doesn’t approve)

Warning(s): Language

I get called a hoe a lot but idk

Song Inspired By: Birthday Cake by Rihanna

“John, is this outfit okay?” I asked and turn around, he looked me up and down, “Don’t you think you should change into something a little more…appropriate?” He asked and I roll my eyes.

I walk into our bathroom and he followed, “You only hate the way I dress because everyone else has a problem with it.” I snapped and he quiets himself.

“I love the way you dress, baby. But don’t you ever think they’re right?” He asked and I scoff, “No I don’t.” I say and he sighed.

He wraps his arms around me and I hoist him away, “Don’t touch me.” I said to him. “Awe my baby, I’m sorry.” He says and kissed my lips.

“K.” I say and he slowly left the bathroom, “I love you.” He says, “Love you too, baby.” I replied and he smiled before he left.

At the team dinner

He opens the door for me and I walk inside, all eyes instantly went on me. “Tazer’s here with his hoe!” Patrick drunkenly says.

“Excuse him, he’s super drunk already.” Amanda says and I don’t do or say anything. John walks over to the guys and left me with the WAGS.

They talk among themselves and I stay quiet until Amanda speaks up, “You alright, Y/n?” She asked me, “Um yeah.” I said with a fake smile.

“Don’t listen to Patrick.” Amanda says and I sighed, “It’s not just him, it’s everyone.” I said and don’t make eye contact.

I sit up straight, “I know you girls talk behind my back and I don’t care about that, but I just hate how all attention goes on me when I walk into a room because of my ‘revealing’ outfits.” I said and they all quiet themselves.

“And when I come to a team event and wear something more modest, everyone asks what happened.” I said and then look down.

Amanda comes next to me and rubbed my arm, “I like your style, sweetie. Sure, it’s a little scandalous for a woman of MY age, but I guess no one remembers that you’re only 21.” She said.

“Yeah and that’s how I dressed when I grew up in Florida.” I said and she nods, “Yeah, yeah. I get it.” She said.

“But John, he loves you and I can tell it just eats at him when people talk about you or your outfit choices.” She says and I smiled.

It was time to eat and I chose to sit this one out and goes outside, “Hey.” I hear from behind me, I turn and saw Kirby.

“Oh hey, Kirbs.” I said and he chuckled before sitting next to me, “I’m sorry for ever calling you a hoe because I know that you’re not and you can dress however the fuck you want. And you know, I’ll hype you up every time I see you.” He says and I laughed.

Kirby was the worst of them all to call me names like that and the fact that he’s apologizing is really sweet, “I guess I forget you’re super young and dating an old guy.” He joked.

“Hey! He’s not that old.” I joked and he smiled, he held his arms out and I hug him. “Thanks, Kirby.” I say and he smiled.

“Kaner wanted to apologize, but he’s drunk right now.” Kirby says and I shake my head, chuckling. “Do you actually mean that you’re sorry or did John just say something?” I asked.

He smiled, “Both.” He says and I nod, “Well I really appreciate you apologizing to me.” I say and he nods, he stands up. “Wanna go back in?” He asked and I nod.

“Yeah she is such a whore, did you see her hug Kirby?” Tayler says to Amanda, I heard and chuckled. She looks at me and gasped, “You weren’t supposed to hear that.” She says.

I smirk, “You’re such a pathetic ass two-faced bitch!” I say, putting my hands on my hips. She gasped and John hops up and stands behind me.

“The fuck you just call me, whore?” She asked standing up too, “Oh hoe-hoe, WORLDSTAR!” Patrick shouts in his drunkened state of mind.

John shakes his head at his friend, “I called you a two-faced bitch.” I snap at her. “At least I’m not a whore and haven’t slept with half the NHL.” She says.

“The only person I slept with in the NHL is John, so where the fuck are you getting that from?” I said, now crossing my arms.

She looks at John, “You saw her hugging Kirby outside, John.” Tayler tried to get him on her side, “He was apologizing.” John says simply and I smirk at her.

“I wouldn’t do that to him.” I said and she rolls her eyes, “I wouldn’t either.” Kirby says and swallowed his meatball.

Dylan looks at his girlfriend in disbelief, “Tayler I don’t know who you think you are, but Y/n has been in our lives wayyy longer than you have and I don’t appreciate you talking that way about her.” John says to her.

“I’m here to stay forever. I have Dylan’s baby at home.” She grinned at me, “She’s here forever too because why the fuck would I get rid of her?” John says.

She scoffed, “Dyl, help me out here!” She says with wide, bugged eyes. “Sorry, babe. You were fucked up for doing that, you get what you get. Y/n has been here for a longer time than you.” He says.

“Fuck you.” She says and storms out the restaurant, I sighed. “I’m gonna leave.” I say and get my things, “Why?” Everyone asked.

I point around us, “I caused that fight.” I said and everyone shook their head. “That girl was asking for it by talking behind your back, you were just standing up for yourself.” Kirby says.

“I guess.” I said and they all sighed, “Come on. You’re staying.” Patrick says and I look at him then go over to John. “Only if I can sit next to my man.” I say and John smiled.

He pulls me in his arms, “Of course you can, m’lady.” John sweetly says and kissed the top of my head, “So cute!” Amanda says and took a pic of us before sending it to me.

#hockey imagine #nhl fanfiction #nhl imagine #hockey #nhl #hockey fic #nhl x reader #jonathan toews #chicago blackhawks #jonathan toews imagine #chicago blackhawks imagine

[datleggy]

i’m not sure if this is a good prompt but i’d love to see something based off of jealous eddie in the new episode. established relationship with buck reassuring him about how he and taylor are just good friends. maybe getting together with a first kiss. i love all your work, but don’t feel like you need to write this if it doesn’t spark anything. thank you!

so i haven’t had a chance to watch the new episode yet, but i’ve seen gifs of jealous!eddie and it’s given me life lmao so here we go 

Taylor is at the station...again. And that’s fine. Totally fine, Eddie tells himself over and over in his head, as he watches Buck moon over the reporter. 

A week ago Eddie was content with his life and everyone’s place in it. Or so he thought, until he realized exactly why he was so bothered by Taylors presence at the station. All thanks to Chimney and his extraordinarily large mouth. 

Eddie huffs, annoyed just thinking about it. He’d been in the locker room after a long shift, and Buck had run in and changed faster than lightning, barely taking the time to tie his shoelaces. Eddie had asked if he wanted to come over and grab a beer, maybe play some video games with him and Christopher, but Buck had politely declined. “Sorry man, I’ve got plans with Taylor, she’s waiting outside for me. I’ll see you guys Monday! Bye!” He’d waved and sped out of the station before Eddie could so much as think of an appropriate response. 

Chim had laughed and said something that had most definitely struck a nerve, whether he’d intended it to or not. “Hey, cheer up, there’s other fish in the sea.” 

And Eddie had thought in that instance: But I don’t want anyone else. 

The very next day he’d broken things off with Ana. She’d been more confused than anything, initially, wondering if maybe she’d done something wrong, which had prompted Eddie to spill his guts to her about these decidedly romantic feelings he’s been harboring for his best friend. 

“I’m so sorry. I didn’t realize, not until last night, or I wouldn’t have dragged you into this, I just--” He’d tried to explain, tongue tied and at a loss. Ana was perfect, after all. Intelligent, a self possessed woman with ambition, good humor; she got along just swell with Christopher, and she was gorgeous to boot. But... 

“Hey,” Ana had taken one of his hands into her own and squeezed gently, comfortingly. “So...this sucks. Because I really do like you Edmundo. A lot. But I am glad you were able to sort your feelings out. I know--especially growing up in a Hispanic household--how difficult it can be to come to that kind of conclusion. Have you...told him, yet?” 

Eddie had shaken his head no, “Um, actually? You’re the first person I’ve told.” 

That had come as a huge surprise to Ana, who, though heartbroken, had still offered a listening ear and a shoulder to cry on, in the future. 

Now, a week later, Eddie still hasn’t said a single word of this to anyone else. Not to Hen or Chim, not to his Captain--though sometimes the way Bobby looks over at him makes Eddie think the man knows something--and most definitely not to Buck himself. 

Instead, he departs from the crew, shoulders stiff, irritation spiking, and makes his way to the bunks. Which is where Buck finds him a few minutes later, sulking. 

“You ok?” 

Eddie’s head swivels towards the entrance and he can’t help but frown at the tall figure standing there. It’s all Bucks fault, with the way his hair goes poofy with strawberry curls when it’s humid outside and those dumb contagious too-wide smiles of his and that look on his face when he gets hyped whenever he gets a chance to share any of the million factoids he’s learned--all of it makes Eddie want to rush up to him and kiss his stupid face. 

“Eddie?” And suddenly said face is right in front of his, just inches away, and Buck is waving a concerned hand in front of him. “Earth to Eddie, you alright?” 

Eddie blinks and quickly backs away, nearly falling off the other side of the bed, if not for the fact that Buck springs into action, one long arm going around Eddie’s back and holding him upright.

Now they’re impossibly close and Buck is staring at him all wide eyed and breathing kind of funny and Eddie is swaying forward ever so slightly, not breaking eye contact. He’s not sure what it is he’s doing, except that his hand is now caressing the side of Buck’s face and Buck is leaning into it and Eddie's tilting his head to the side and then their lips are meeting at the middle and Eddie can only describe the feeling as sparks of electricity bursting in his chest.

It's only when they finally pull away that reality comes crashing back down around Eddie and white hot panic sets in. "Shit! Shit, I'm sorry. I--that wasn't supposed to--I mean--" he covers his face with the hand that had been cradling Buck's cheek not five seconds ago and it's warm and butterflies flutter around in his belly.

Buck sits back on the bunk and clears his throat, "Um, I thought you and Ana were..."

Eddie looks up instantly, "No, no, we broke it off last week. Or, I guess I did..."

Buck nods. "Oh."

Eddie slides his sweaty palms across his pants and looks away, nervous. "I didn't mean to kiss you." Not when he knows Buck is dating Taylor. Not when she's literally in the other fucking room. Jesus Christ what is he even doing?

If Eddie were looking he would see the hurt that flashes across Buck's face for a split second before he's able to school his expression. "Right. Yeah." He lets out a faint impression of his usually boisterous laughter. "Who wants to be a rebound, right?" And then he's up and gone.

There's a tension hanging in the air between Buck and Eddie after the incident and no matter how badly Eddie tries to pretend it's not there it lingers.

It's Friday night when Eddie rallies and asks Buck out for a beer. Christopher is at his aunt's for the night and it's been a while since the last time they hung out together, just the two of them, so he figures it’s worth a shot. 

He’s in the middle of asking Buck to go to a bar with him when who but none other than Taylor pops out from behind Buck, making the two of them jump. She tilts her head back and laughs at their expressions of surprise and Eddie wants to gag at how impeccably pretty she is with all that long red hair and those pumps on her feet that make her legs look like they go for miles. 

“I got bored of waiting for you in the lot, c’mon, happy hour’s almost over.” she bumps her shoulder into his playfully and Eddie watches heartbroken as Buck gives her one of his charming megawatt grins. Taylor notices him staring and smiles politely. “Hey firefighter Diaz, didn’t see you there--we’re gonna’ hit Bahama Mama, you should come with us.” 

Eddie tries to decline the invite but Taylor is relentless and despite his protests, he finds himself at the counter, ordering drinks next to Taylor, fifteen minutes later. He hates small talk, and apparently so does Taylor, because the moment Buck steps away to go to the restroom she turns to Eddie with her razor sharp stare and says, “So I heard you kissed Buck the other day and tried to do a little take back, huh?” 

Eddie wants to glare at her and tell her to mind her business but this is her business, and he’s the one in the wrong here, not Taylor, and so instead of lashing out he bites his tongue and apologizes. 

Taylor blinks. “What? Why are you saying that to me? It’s Buck you should be apologizing to. I’m not the one who’s heart you’re playing games with.” she snaps. 

“What? What are you talking about? Look, I’m trying to say sorry here--I kissed him in the heat of the moment, and I want to say I wasn’t thinking straight but the truth is I’ve been in love with him for longer than I can admit but I know you two are dating and I know I overstepped, that wasn’t my intention at all so I just--” 

“We’re not dating...” 

Startled, Eddie turns around to face Buck, who’s standing behind him, having heard a good portion of that conversation. “What.” 

“Is that why you said that? That you didn’t mean to kiss me? Because you thought Taylor and I were going out?” Buck can’t help but sound hopeful, gulping when it takes Eddie a moment to answer. 

“You’re really not dating?” Eddie breathes out. 

Buck shakes his head. “We’re just friends.” 

It’s quiet for a moment before Taylor decides to break the silence. “So...I’m gonna go get us another round and let you two geniuses figure this out.” 

As soon as she’s out of ear shot Buck sits down across from Eddie and both men try to speak simultaneously. “Oh, sorry, no, you go first.” Buck insists. 

Eddie twiddles his thumbs and bites his lip. “How much of that did you hear, exactly?” 

Buck’s heart pounds in his chest like a drum. “Uh, I think I walked up to the part where you told her you’re in love...with me? And for the record, I--you know, I--” Buck stumbles over his confession. “I’m in love with you. Too.” 

“Jesus, Buck,” Eddie leans over the table precariously and holds Bucks face in his hands, not giving a damn about the fact that they’re in a crowded bar. “Are you serious?” 

Buck nods softly and the scruff of his five o’clock shadow gently scratches the palms of his hand and Eddie can’t get over how much he likes that feeling. He could hold Buck like this forever. “Can I kiss you?” 

“Please.” Eddie lets Buck take the lead this time, digs his hands into those blonde curls as Buck twists a hand in his shirt and pulls him even closer. 

Taylor finds them making out like teenagers in the corner of the bar twenty minutes later and pats herself on the back for a job well done. It’s about time those two idiots figured it out. 

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a/n anon i loved ur prompt <3 thanku! 

#a little longer than a drabble mayhaps #oops #thanku for the prompt! :) #911 fox #buddie #long post is long #911 #buck buckley #eddie diaz #ask #911 fox spoilers

[milkiane]

so i am feeling incredibly emotional rn so, here’s an appreciation post for my favorite people. (this have been in my drafts for three weeks now) -- so why not post this along with my sleepover <3 sleepover bash

@chokemepansy

need i say more? no— but i will anyway. asteria, my mean cheerleader girlfriend, you are the first moot i’ve ever had, and honestly, i wouldn’t have it any other way. you're my favorite person in the entire world, and pls i am getting so emotional rn, i hate you >:-( i’ve told you everything at my previous letters but i just want you, and everyone else who’s about to read this, to know that you’re my platonic (and quite possibly romantic) soulmate, and my other-third, because pansy owns the shit out of us. love u lots, don’t say it back <3

@accioweaslcy

my favorite headcanon writer 😩 pls alyssa, i’ve had, and still do, have so much fun talking with you. i really, really, love your company, i love your writing, and most especially love you. you were one of my moots that talked to me with such ease and comfort despite being a tad bit younger than you, and it’s been fun ! you’re like one of those seniors who befriends juniors, but still have this amazing (and envying) friendship with each other. not only that, but you being my friend, and me being a dumbass, made our own version of the golden trio with @weasleyyy ! now, this is a story i’ll tell my kids. love u, even if you choose to chomp me <3

@weasleyyy

gHAZAL ! now, are you thankful for me being a half-asleep dumbass who thought you were rose because of your similar urls before, or what ? because i definitely am PFT SJSHSJSHSJN anyways, i’m so happy to have you in my life. i’m a sucker for your chaotic and impulsive energy, and your little thoughts about the hpu. just like rose, thank you for acting just as yourself around me, a smol bisexual mess, because i really do appreciate it, and now you made me a fanclub— which btw, i still cannot get over with. i wheeze everytime i remember it. i love u, madame gazelle, even if you’re a mean li’l fuck ! <3

@amrtxntias

AAAAAAAAH heather, you are officially my unofficial soft british best friend, and no, you do not have a say in this, because you’re stuck with me forever. thank you so much for helping me with terms i need for writing. you’ve been the best, you’ve supported me through every ups and downs with my writings ever since we’ve met. it wasn’t even too long ago ! but you’ve welcomed me like i was a long lost friend of yours. love u, h, the lily to my marlene <3

@buckysbeloved

aliciaaa !! you’re honestly like an older sister i’ve never had. i’ve never had anyone to rant about my marvel fangirlings with, but i am so glad that you were so open with my rants and conspiracy theories. you’ve never judged me or shown any disinterest with my rambles, you’ve been so supportive and you continue to give me the same energy as mine. it’s a very little thing to fuss about, but lish, you’ve got to know that it means so much to me. i’m tearing up— blame the hormones. but really, i’m so grateful for you and your company (and your maxibaby fics). love u to the moon and back ! <3

@acosmis-t

isa isa isa isa isaaaa, pls i love u so much. that’s all i want to say, but ofc, i need to say more. you have been one of my best friends— we clicked the moment we spoke to each other and i was incredibly happy to be your moot. i couldn’t even believe it at first because you’re this rly cool writer with tons of followers and i’m just another user in the crowd but like, everything i want to say is beyond the words that want to come out of my mouth, so i’ll leave it with a thank you for choosing me to be one of your mutuals. thank you for blessing me, and the others, with your lovely fics. never stop doing what you love, i’m here for you always. always was, and always will be. i mean, it should be with the jointed graves and all. love u <3

@reguluscore

SOOOORINNNN. sometimes i question what’s happening inside your head. like one second your posting angsty fics and thoughts, and next thing i know you’re posting a dancing prongs gif. i’ll never understand, i reckon, but that’s alright, i’ll love you just the way you are, even if you break my heart with your angst. tell me who hurt you and i’ll beat them up. i love u so much, i’m still listening to your playlist, because it’s astronomical. sending you some forehead kisses <3

@inks-and-jinx

vivian !! i’m still beyond grateful for you and your artistic and writing talents. you’re such an angel, and i’m so incredibly happy to have you in my life. you’re a sweetheart. you’re every sweet-soft-fluffy nickname there is, because honestly? i cannot speak well, or think straight because i don’t think words can describe how lucky i am to have you. well, i love u, and that’s all i could comprehend <3

@comfortwriting

karis ! you’re honestly one of my fave moots because you never fail to make me so appreciated and loved. your out of the blue messages always make me feel so happy because you’re so wholesome and nice. i’m very, very, glad to have you in my life. thank you for always being there to be my personal therapist and my human diary— who listens to all of my writing ideas, even if i have tons of wips to write. thank you for inspiring me to write again, without you, i would’ve never find my passion for writing again, so thank you, thank you for being the sweetest person there is, i love you ! <3

@krasivayadarling

ANYA ! darling, you are one of the very first mutuals i’ve ever talked to, you’ve welcomed me with open arms when i was new here and i wouldn’t change anything in the world. i’m so glad that you were the first person i’ve ever talked to because you are practically the human form of a squishmallow. don’t question me, you’re my squishmallow. anyways, you’re such a lovely person and i’m very happy to have you in my life, love you ! <3

@cursestothemoon

cHARLY-CHAR !! hehe you are like one of those nice, cool, senior students in school, you never fail to make me so giddy and loved. i’m so happy to have you in my life, and i’m wishing you all the happiness and love in the world because you truly do deserve it, especially when you’ve been nothing but so kind and friendly. pls i feel like crying because i don’t know what i did to deserve you. I BLAME U AND UR AMAZING WRITING SKILLS FOR MAKING ME SOFT >:-( i love you tho <3 — also thank you for that play fighting blurb with fred, i didn’t know that i needed to bite his cute butt until i read it.

@sunflowergirl522

ZOE ZOE ZOE ZOE ZOE ZOE ! I LOVE YOU. i feel so complete when i read your peter fics. i always look forward to them because it’s not everyday you find someone who actually writes him so good, and i know we don’t really interact much, but i feel like i got to know you more through reading your fics. u better trust me when i say that i’ll be your personal hype woman and maxibaby supporter, because i am, and i will forever be ! love u <3

@fives-cup-of-coffee

amelia, you bitch, i love you. to be honest, i've never really expected us to be friends, but ofc, here you are, simping for me and now we're besties. you've been, and still are, so fun to be around with-- only because i get to tease the shit out of you >:-) anyways, thank you for keeping up with my utter bullshit, i'm here for you always, i hope you know that. love ya ! <3

@moonvicake

wAHH-- sasha, hi. pFT JSADHJSAHDJH SORRY BUT PLEASE I LOVE YOU, DID YOU KNOW? it's been so painfully awkward at first because believe me, i'm the most gauche person you'll ever meet if we talk for the first time, but as soon as we grow accustomed to each other, you'd wish that you never spoke to me, because i'm this hot fucking mess, so thank you for keeping up with me. you're one of my favorite mutuals in here. i love you more than puppies and hello kitty pancakes <3

+ my mutuals who’ve been such amazing people, we haven’t talked as much as the tagged moots but i love you all just as equally, you lot mean the world to me, and i’m willing to go on the ends of the earth for all of you <3

@anchoeritic @babyjordy @frankenkyleluvr @ronsbadidea @kc-needs-coffee @nevilles-top @weasleyclaw @sweetnspicysimp @redbullchick @willowbleedsonpaper @weasleysandwheezes @daffodilmoons @incorrectpeterparker @dracosaccount @cedrics-grave @pad-foots @peepeepotter @oldschoolkiddo @spideyspixies @daltonacademia @eunoniaa @love-peachh @george-fabian-weasley @mayonnaise-and-anarchy @darthwheezely @thotbutpurple @l0ttadreamz @daisyyy2516 @prettywhitedoves @band--psycho @widowdays @loveboyhalo @gxtitobxby @fandomvariousness @nothinghcppens (i passed the 50 tags rule, eek— i’m sorry, i love all of you whom i didn’t get to tag, though 🥺)

#mutuals appreciation post ! <3 #amourtentiaa’s sleepover bash <3

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🎤 Karaoke 🎤 MHA Head Canons

I'm back, baby! I had this idea on Monday, and have been thinking about it ever since! Today, we're talking about Karaoke, what songs would our boys pick and exactly how many drinks will it take them to get there?

**So this isn't NSFW per-se. They are aged up to drinking age, but nothing spicy or hornee.**

Alright, start your queue, make your selections, here we go!

💎 Eijirou Kirishima 💎

I get the distinct feeling that Kiri would be all about the classic 80’s Power Ballads, he just thinks they’re super manly and inspiring, so get your lighters in the air!

🥃 Don’t Stop Believin’ - Journey

🎶 Some will win, some will lose / Some were born to sing the blues / Oh, the movie never ends / It goes on and on, and on, and on 🎶

The perfect hype song that everyone knows. Kiri just wants everyone to have a good time, and isn’t afraid of looking a little silly if it means his friends will get into it.

🥃🥃 We Built This City - Starship

🎶 We built this city / We built this city on rock and roll 🎶

Purely self indulgent, just wants to scream this from the rooftops when he gets tipsy.

🥃🥃🥃 Glory of Love - Peter Cetara

🎶 I am a man who will fight for your honor / I’ll be the hero you’re dreaming of. We’ll live forever / knowing together / that we did it all for the glory of love. 🎶

After Kiri is well past tipsy, properly plastered, he will sing weep his way through Glory of Love. It’s just… so manly… 😭

💥 Katsuki Bakugou 💥

We all know Kacchan is going through his emo phase, I mean look at him. So I bet he just picks all the Late 90’s - Early 00’s Punk hits.

You may question why the drink ratings are so low, and yes, it is partially because he won’t be outdone, but also… I headcanon that Kacchan has an egregiously low alcohol tolerance. 🥴

Fat Lip - Sum 41

🎶 I don't want to waste my time / Become another casualty of society / I'll never fall in line / Become another victim of your conformity 🎶

A 😗👌 Premium selection to relive teenage angst, and there’s no pressure to sing it well, screaming is the only option. And yes, he absolutely nails the rap verse.

🥃 Dammit - Blink 182 🎶 But everybody's gone / And I've been here for too long / To face this on my own / Well I guess this is growing up 🎶

After a stiff drink, Kacchan gets a little in his feels. His eyes may get a little glossy, but he is definitely not crying, alright?!

🥃🥃 Mr. Brightside - The Killers

🎶 Jealousy, turning saints into the sea / Swimming through sick lullabies, choking on your alibis / But it's just the price I pay, destiny is calling me / Open up my eager eyes, 'cause I'm Mr. Brightside 🎶

This is Kacchan’s last number of the night. It’s by no means the end of the night, mind you, but he will spend the rest of the outing vibing or just dozing in the booth, and will likely be the one hauling Deku out when he’s had too much.

🥦 Izuku Midoriya 🥦

Deku is incredibly shy, and will need a metric ton of convincing to get up there. And just like I head canon Bakugou having a low tolerance, I expect Deku to have a really high tolerance (not because I’m a Deku Kinnie with a high tolerance or anything 😪)

🥃🥃 A Thousand Miles - Vanessa Carlton

🎶 If I could fall into the sky / Do you think time would pass me by? / 'Cause you know I'd walk a thousand miles / If I could just see you tonight 🎶

An easy classic to start off with, always a crowd pleaser and everyone knows the words, so Deku doesn’t feel like all eyes are on him.

🥃🥃🥃🥃 I Wanna Dance with Somebody - Whitney Houston

🎶 I need a man who'll take a chance / On a love that burns hot enough to last / So when the night falls / My lonely heart calls 🎶

Oh yes, Deku is for sure a certified Woo-Girl ™️ , He’ll sing (read: scream) and dance to this with a bright red flush across his cheeks and nose, laughing the whole time. Precious boi 🥺👉👈

🥃🥃🥃🥃🥃🥃 Dangerous Woman - Ariana Grande

🎶 Somethin' 'bout you makes me feel like a dangerous woman / Somethin' 'bout, somethin' 'bout, somethin' 'bout you / Makes me wanna do things that I shouldn't 🎶

This is definitely towards the end of the night. Deku is beyond feeling himself. He’ll insist that he is basically Ariana Grande because his hero costume looks like a bunny, then someone (usually Kacchan) will come and yank him out of the booth and take him home. No, he has no memory of this. Yes, he is very embarrassed by everyone’s recount of it. And a brief appearance from our guest...

❄ Shoto Todoroki 🔥

Just ABBA.. no matter how much he drinks, no matter what time of night or who goes first. Dancing Queen, Mama Mia, even Waterloo if he's feeling ✨ s p i c y ✨, all in that adorably monotone voice, just happy to be included.

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[nct-lian]

nct 127’s relation to lian

TAEIL + LIAN: IL-LI

taeil used to wake her up for school when she was still a teenager :((

such a soft but overlooked duo

will appreciate each other forever and ever

lian teaches him roasts in english that he can say to johnny

remain each other’s hype man and woman

taeil was the first to suggest he and the other nct members react to the trailers of her dramas on video so they can boost them in popularity

promotes the HELL out of lian’s solo career over twitter

lian loves coming up behind him and just giving him hugs because he’s soft (ᗒᗣᗕ)՞

they watch movies together a lot! but taeil has to come down to the fifth floor because lian hates it up on the tenth one

he was once able to grab her hand in an airport and they held hands the entire time :(( a few pictures went a little viral

they share hoodies NSHDHSHCJA

lian keeps bugging him to get an instagram

taeil will ALWAYS take her side in silly arguments she and the other members have sometimes

he makes fun of her height because she’s shorter than him-

he also used to help her with her homework :(

cried when lian went on her first date

“my child is growing up (´∩｀。)”

had to do a background check on the guy before he even allowed him to come in contact with her again, though

JOHNNY + LIAN: JOANN

johnny is her dad, period

no questions asked he is her father

will give her piggyback rides all the time

he was once woken up by her jumping on his bed and asking if they could go shopping

at 6:00 am

he actually got up, got ready and took her shopping but since it was so early, the stores were all closed

he took her out for japanese fluffy pancakes, though!

whenever lian is sick, johnny makes her his mom’s homemade chicken noodle soup recipe :((

speaking of johnny’s mom, she loves lian to death and always asks johnny if he’s taking good care of her

if they’re not being asked any questions or having to translate anything during interviews, they always whisper jokes in each other’s ears to try and make the other one laugh

because of how lian dies during the trailer of her new drama, johnny cried in front of twenty-two other men while they reacted to it

he was NOT embarrassed

“how are you guys not crying? this is so sad. what a cruel world we live in ໒( ˵ •̀ □ •́ ˵ )७”

kept screaming at lian’s “dream of you” performance video

“WHY ARE YOU ON THE GROUND DANCING LIKE THAT?!” “JISUNG COVER YOUR EYES-“

he once effortlessly picked up lian and moved her somewhere else because she wasn’t standing where she was supposed to be

everyone says that their ship name is something a white, suburban mom would be named. now nctzens pronounce joann like “joanne” ･x･

it was said on the zach sang show that johnny used to measure her height every month to see if she grows or not, and that’s the only reason why he has her height memorized

TAEYONG + LIAN: LIYONG

has lost lian in so many airports it’s not even funny

“hyung, what happened to lian?” “oh, you have GOT to be kidding me-“

whenever he doesn’t see her he goes into panic mode and starts asking if anyone has seen his little sister

“about this tall with really shiny hair? her cheekbones are insane, i swear. OH OH OH SHE WAS WEARING JOHNNY’S HOODIE- you don’t know what johnny’s hoodie looks like.. okay, well thank you for your help.”

one of the first members that she was comfortable with

lian said that he was her role model :’(

as the leader, he’s always taking care of her and will not sleep until he knows for sure she’s eaten

because of how lian never participated in any of nct’s first bit of promotions due to being too uncomfortable around them, she was allowed to skip out on the viewings of their relay video letters

but she was still required to make one for somebody and that somebody was taeyong ˵ ຈ ︿ ຈ ˵

she said that she was glad he was her leader and that she hoped to become closer one day

he cried

declares that he will take care of lian till the day he dies

taeyong had yelled at lian’s former manager until he voluntarily quit working for her- he had found out that lian was being overworked to the point where she collapsed during their dance practice and he wasn’t okay with it

always cheering her on backstage when she performs solo

he always tries to include her in guiding the members for their dances because he knows how happy it makes her

instead of having her carry her glasses around with her, he does it instead :D

“nana, do you have to wear your glasses now?”

taeyong tucks her into bed every night he can ᕕ( ཀ ʖ̯ ཀ)ᕗ

YUTA + LIAN: YUN

totally doesn’t have feeling for her, yeah

yuta is obsessed and when i tell you he’s obsessed, he’s obsessed

did i mention obsessed?

he’s jealous of everyone :(

yun stans insist that the only reason yuta is so touchy with winwin and mark is because he’s trying to cover up his feelings for lian

bye if that’s true-

hyuck wanted to give her a hug (a rare occurrence) and yuta straight up just said,

“mine. go away”

i have proof guys :// johnny recorded it and literally posted it on instagram

lian died internally when yuta cut his long hair because she couldn’t put it into ponytails anymore :((

but his hair is growing back now so she’s able to do it again :)

yuta teaches her japanese every tuesday and thursday!

we don’t bring this up because it’s pretty embarrassing but,, when nct 127 were backstage before performing kick it, yuta asked doyoung (who was in a direction where he could get a clear view of lian’s face) if lian was staring at him

how do we know this, you may ask?

it was caught on camera and everyone made fun of him for a solid week straight

he’s caught staring at her from afar way too often for comfort

lian says that he’s very pretty

much like the other memebers that have instagram, he makes story countdowns that he posts about a week before lian plans to release her solo music

DOYOUNG + LIAN: LIDO

another member of the lian protection squad

doyoung was the first to start calling her cupcake

it all started when doyoung was sick and lian made him cupcakes to make him feel better

will slap anyone who makes a flirty remark towards lian

was embarrassed for yuta when he asked if she was staring at him

said “no” and walked away

lian is the only one who ever shows him any mercy :’)

they have very similar taste in decor so they often go shopping together for things to put around the dorm

doyoung said that he spends the most time in lian’s room because it smells like vanilla all the time

he spoils her SO MUCH

like so much

half the plushies she owns at the moment were gifts from doyoung

has a tendency to watch over her and make sure she’s content at all times

“cupcake, are you hungry? i can make you some food if you’d like” “oppa, it’s 3:00am-“ “and?”

they take such pretty instagram pictures :((

at one point in time, doyoung was jealous of his older brother because lian used to crush on him a tiny bit :0

not because doyoung likes her or anything, she just couldn’t stop talking about how nice he looked in revolutionary love

disapproves of the staff giving lian such short clothing sometimes

“um, excuse me, she can’t wear that. are you crazy? go get her a new outfit, please”

JAEHYUN + LIAN: JAELI

not many people bring this up because we know it’s honestly a sensitive topic :|

but he lowkey has deep feelings for her (he makes it so obvious sometimes it’s kinda disappointing to see how oblivious lian really is to it)

jaeli + yun love triangle anyways

jokes aside, though, jaehyun loves lian so so much

once cried to johnny about how he doesn’t know what to do and that he didn’t want to make anything awkward by confessing to her

makes sure to be near her as often as possible

once scared away a whole kim taehyung from talking to her during isac ╰[ ⁰﹏⁰ ]╯ (let’s pretend bts were there for 2019 pls)

“jungkook, keep your friend away, please :D”

didn’t work, though, because they ended up having a conversation later in the day either way

*in the 97’ liner groupchat* “HYUNG IM SORRY HE RAN AWAY I DIDNT KNOW WHAT TO DOl

it was uncalled for but what can you do amirite ┐(´～｀)┌

lian pokes his dimples a lot and squishes his cheeks

just randomly hugs him but he’s not complaining

johnny isn’t picking sides but he became team jaeli after jaehyun broke into tears in front of him for the first time since they were trainees about how much he loves lian

sad,, i know

lian judges jaehyun for not sleeping with sheets

continues to believe he is not a human being, but a robot created in a lab

jaehyun smiles at her for no reason

JUNGWOO + LIAN: LIWOO

an instant bond formed between them when they first met!

jungwoo learned a lot about her and has developed so many ways to deal with her anxiety :(

gave the staff a guide on how to keep her calm when he went on hiatus because he couldn’t be there with her

buys her colouring books because he knows that they calm her down well!

liwoo went viral and become a popular ship when lian accidentally changed the nct 127 instagram profile picture to a jungwoo icon

she got scolded but it was iconic orange haired jungwoo with a chain-

an untouchable duo when they do double aegyo

nctzens think jungwoo is her favourite member

maybe because lian said he was

“ “who’s your favourite member?” hmm i’ll have to say woo-oppa!”

*cue jungwoo laughing at yuta’s face because he was that shocked*

they share secrets with each other so now they probably know the other like the palm of their hand

even though he’s off his hiatus, he still has to guide the staff members through lian’s little moments because sm staff suck at their job sometimes

they’re the two members who go grocery shopping together

more like jungwoo dragging lian to the grocery store with him but okay

jungwoo loves kissing her cheeks (〃▽〃)

their vocals mixed together are confirmed to be noises from heaven

lian misses his blonde bowl cut :/

MARK + LIAN: LIMARK

leader of lian’s natural length hair committee

like when i tell you mark hates her extensions-

mark was the first friend lian was able to make in nct!

they bonded over canada and it was very rare to see them speaking in korean

mark goes into straight panic when he’s with her sometimes

has to remind himself they’re like siblings

lian ans mark covered “your eyes” by hoody and jay park during a vlive!

it was adorable :((

lian had him saved in her phone as “android user” but now she doesn’t know what to change it to

they had a fight in 2019

mark let’s her call him the weirdest freaking nicknames ヽ ( ꒪д꒪ )ﾉ

mars bar, markie, mork, marko

AND IN RETURN HE CALLS HER MARIJUANA-

he says it’s because czennies consider her to be addicting and since marijuana is addicting as well he thought it’d be a good fit

someone on twitter absolutely ENDED HIM though and wouldn’t stop making fun of him (；⌣̀_⌣́)

they can read each other’s mind just by looking at each other

“dude i hate this shit why does she keep asking us who we wanna collab with?” *cue lian laughing hysterically*

“what’s so funny (゜-゜)” — interviewer

HAECHAN + LIAN: LIHYUCK

haechan makes fun of her kissing scenes in dramas

calls her short all the time

“lian give me a high five- oh haha nevermind it’s too bad you’re so short”

they’ve actually been so close to fighting each other and i’m not even joking

they’re the two members who fight the most out of all of them

but despite this, they love each other very much

hyuck says he’s the only one who’s allowed to make her mad

and if anyone else makes her mad he’d kill them

limark 2019 fight flashbacks where haechan kept threatening mark

there are actually moments when they’re clingy with each other-

haechan loves her hugs :((

like ??????? one minute they’re at each other’s throats and the next, they’re all lovey dovey hugging each other make it make sense ?????

lian could be speaking english and he’d say, “korean, please. i can’t understand canadian”

“shut up <3”

hello haechan cried and wouldn’t let go of her during her and mark’s graduation ceremony in 2018

she makes fun of him for it but never takes it too far

he goes to her for dance advice

during their nct 2018 weekly idol appearance when they were doing the random kpop dance thing, they beat everyone أ‿أ

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