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dreamkidddream · 3 years

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Requests are open again hihi as a member of Kunikida and Oda deserve all the love club, I MUST request the scenario 6 with Kunikida, LIKE, LOOKS LIKE SOMETHING HE WOULD DO and never admit it

Thanks for this club haha, love your works and I am so happy we can ask for it again 🥺

The “Kunikida and Oda deserve all the love and affection because they do” club is steady growing and we love to see it 😌🙏🏾 and YES Kunikida will 100% do this no hesitation even if he’s complaining the whole time lol and thanks for reading my works and for all the love 🥺💚💙 reader is gender neutral!

TW: mentions of undressing (Okay it’s not spicy/suggestive, he’s just being a good boyfriend so that you can get in the shower 🥺 no body parts/nothing graphic is mentioned but I still wanted to put a TW!)

Prompt Scenario: “Person A having a broken leg and Person B has to carry them up and down the stairs to their bedroom every night/morning.” with Kunikida!

This sucks.

You didn’t think that your injury would be this bad, but here you are. One that left you completely immobile.

Okay you’re exaggerating, but you could only do so much being stuck in this bed!

The white cast surrounding your broken leg (although filled with doodles by Naomi, Dazai, Ranpo, and the others), baring as a constant reminder of your mistake. It just took one misstep and a nasty fall down the stairs that left your leg bending in an angle that it definitely wasn’t suppose to be. While Yosano happily offered her services to heal, you weren’t necessarily ready to go through with that process yet. Besides, now you can somewhat laze around and not get shot at for once!

That was your first thought initially.

You got bored and lonely fast.

With Kunikida having to go to work, and you still being monitored in the hospital, you could only do so much for your entertainment. The food wasn’t the greatest, you flipped through all the channels at least three times in the last hour, and you missed sharing the bed with your lover.

You really miss him, and you’re starting to take up Yosano’s offer...

But, you couldn’t contain your fidgeting in the bed today after hearing the good news.

You’re finally getting released from this prison today! You can finally get to breathe in some fresh air, and not the stale one that’s been circling in your room for past couple of days. With the addition of seeing your boyfriend, who you know for a fact misses you just as much as you do, (and maybe even more).

—-

So coming home came with some setbacks.

Mainly the stairs that started all of this mess to begin with.

Kunikida was already cooking dinner, which you offered to help, but he just demanded asked that you sit down and let your leg rest. In your absence, he’s written down almost all of the medical advice on broken legs known to man and is determined to be the best caretaker for you. You couldn’t just sit around forever, and you’re ready to be in your pajamas, to get underneath your own covers, and to cuddle with your partner whose warmth you have been missing for the past couple of days.

You got crutches to use, and you’re 100% sure that you can hobble your way up the stairs and make it to the bedroom in one piece this time. You just have to have patience and take your time, just take one step at a time, and you should be okay! If you could just control your shaking grip on your crutches, and get your good leg to become steady enough to stand on the first step, then you can-

“What do you think you’re doing?”

Your foot barely hovered over the step before you felt his presence behind you. You could practically feel the anger radiating off of him, no doubt the look on his face being a mix of anger and disappointment.

When you turned around, you were proven correct. Kunikida’s brows were furrowing deeper and deeper the longer you stayed in this compromising position, and you would have laughed seeing him wearing your shared apron if you didn’t see his hold on the spatula tightening each second. “Um, well, I was going to-”

“Go up the very stairs that left you like this, unsupervised.”

Surprisingly, he’s still intimidating, even in the “This cook accepts cleaned plates AND kisses as payment” apron.

“Well, I’m-I’m being extra careful! I can’t not go into our bedroom. I sleep there too you know.” You laughed, but the situation became even more awkward when he wasn’t laughing with you.

“You just got back home and already about to put yourself in harm’s way again, and we haven’t even ate yet!”

You started to panic more when he untied the apron and took off his glasses.

You just accepted your fate whenever he approached you again, slowly easing yourself down and preparing yourself to be chewed out and in for a lengthy lecture that’ll probably leave you falling asleep on the steps soon enough-

Until he kneeled down in front of you, back turned.

Okay you’re confused.

You’re just staring at his back, wondering what exactly he’s doing. Is this suppose to be symbolic message or something? Is this his way of saying that he’s giving you the silent treatment-

“Well?”

“Well what?”

“The schedule is already off, and since you’re just so ready to jump ahead, we might as well get it over with. If it’ll make you listen and not be so irrational, then fine.”

It still isn’t clicking for you-

“Hurry up and get on already! We don’t have all night!”

Ohhhh, he wants you to get on...his back? However, judging by the red spreading to the tips of his ears, that’s what he wants. You would tease him, but your heart is too busy melting at the fact that he would do this for you. “Doppo, you don’t have to do this-”

“I do. If you think that you’re going near any of these steps without me, then you’re sorely mistaken. Not to mention how hard it will be for you to maneuver around, so I do need to do this. So, go ahead, before we get more behind schedule.”

You’re still on the brink of refusing him, but he does have a point; it’s going to be a little difficult trying to move around with this. You also recognized that this is one of his ways of showing that he cares, and wants to help you through this. Kunikida has always been someone that will truly help when you need it, even if you don’t ask for it. He may complain about it being “extra work”, but you know that he doesn’t mean it, and will do it again in a heartbeat if needed be.

It’s just one of the many reasons why you love him so much.

Plus, this is probably one of the only times you’ll be able to get a piggyback ride without begging, so why not?

It wasn’t difficult to get on his back, especially since he’s handling you like you’re so fragile (which you guess you are right now). It was funny, you both know what you’re capable of but yet he’s always so gentle with you, but it’s never to the point that he’s degrading or belittling.

“(Y/N)?”

“Hm?”

“Do you remember what I told you when we first started dating?”

“Of course, I can never forget it!”

“The day that I confessed to you, I told you that I will always take care of you. That I would do my best to keep you safe, to protect you, and I already failed you.” His tone became somber. You couldn’t imagine what was going through his head the nights you were gone.

Going through his daily routine and sleeping in an empty bed without you filled him with guilt, especially knowing that this happened over something that could have been easily prevented. He blamed himself every day, it didn’t matter that you weren’t gone for long. It was still his fault.

“Doppo, don’t blame yourself-”

“I do. I was already careless enough to let you get hurt, and I can’t let that happen again, I won’t.” You would be more concerned, but his tone shifted. It was no longer full of pity for himself, full of guilt. Instead, it was full of unwavering determination, that this scenario can’t- will never happen again.

You could tell that he was making a promise, to both you and himself. And he is a man of his word, after all.

You already made it to your shared bedroom, Kunikida carrying you to the restroom and sitting you on the edge of the bed. He already began to grab your PJs from the dresser, and made his way back to you. “Is it okay if- if I-”

“Yes, Doppo, I don’t mind you helping me undress.” You laughed. You two live together and he’s seen you hundreds of times, yet he still asks every time if he could come in if you’re changing. Just another reason why you fell for him.

Once you were done, he carried you again to the bathroom, the water already running and him checking to make sure it’s right for you. He already rolled his sleeves up and kneeled down in front of you, and you could hear him mumbling to himself about the different methods he can use to keep your cast dry as he lifted it.

You swear he’s too sweet for his own good, no matter how many times he tries to deny it.

—-

Even after your cast was off and your leg was good as new, Kunikida still caught himself trying to carrying you up the stairs every morning and night. He felt embarrassed every time you laughed and reminded him that he didn’t have to do it anymore. He still stood close by though, with the excuse that you’re still clumsy enough that it’s bound to happen again (which you just rolled your eyes and kissed his cheek). He did get the chance to carry you however whenever you were too tired or fell asleep downstairs, no exceptions.

(You may or may not have fake sleep sometimes so that he can carry you.)

Yes, he may reprimand and complain about how irresponsible and reckless you can be, he may act like the chaos you create throws off his dear schedule so much, and he wonders how you managed to make him fall in love with you so deeply when you don’t even qualify for all of his ideals, but he doesn’t care believe it or not. He wouldn’t give you up for the world.

Besides, anything to have you in his arms is worth the headache.

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codename-adler · 3 years

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foxes + onesies (1/9)

based off of that one post i saw and don’t remember, where people once caught Allison wandering around Fox Tower in a giraffe onesie, and i absolutely melted for her. here is the Foxes’ journey to getting a onesie each!

Allison

in the aftermath of the “mob war”, Allison still sees Betsy for counselling, mostly to cope with Seth’s death still, her ED and to process her childhood and teenage trauma

Betsy teaches her a lot about self-care (and not in Allison’s traditionnal definitions of self-care, which are: bottle it up, act out, burn through 500$ in clothes, repeat)

all in all, Allison has a lot to come to terms with by the end of the semester, and Betsy won’t be there as much in the summer, so she leaves her with a little list of self-care tips to look at when Ally feels overwhelmed

- pick a time to make yourself some tea, or try out some new ones and tell me about it next time

- try drawing with those wonderful pencils of yours, but in different art styles (because yes, Allison does have a fashion sketchbook. but silly doodles? abstract drawings? anatomy sketches? she never tried)

- watch movies by yourself, and for yourself, Allison

- since you love shopping and spending so much, find yourself a cozy thing, a soft thing that will only be for yourself, when you need to be reminded to love yourself and be gentle with yourself

those were the suggestions that stuck to Ally the most

so the next time she goes out to the mall with Dan and Renee, she doesn’t expect to find anything like Betsy suggested

she does look for some herbal tea at David’s Tea, and ends up getting some hibiscus + rose water green tea

but then they go to Walmart (she wants to gag)

fucking Walmart

the girls need some pads and tampons, and the gatorades are on sale (because all the Foxes, as a treat for winning the Championship and bc they all want to stay close after the hard year they endured, got to stay on campus for the whole summer (idc if it’s unrealistic, sue me, that’s how i roll))

for once, Allison follows Dan and Renee, without looking at anything, without touching anything (what if she catches it??)

then Renee wants to look for socks

that’s when Ally passes a rack of colorful onesies

one brushes the tip of her elbow, and wow it’s so soft

not at all the quality material she expected

she stops in her tracks, lets the girls go on to the underwear section, and really looks at the pajamas

there are lots of unicorns, and pandas, a few mouses, and two giraffes

bright yellow, light-spotted giraffes, with their little ears and antlers and all

the sewn-on eyes are closed and have cute little lashes details

Allison imagines herself wearing it and feels utterly stupid

but- she keeps running her fingers through the synthetic velvety material, mesmerized by its softness

she thinks back on Betsy’s list

the folks would absolutely loathe it. the high school bitches too. God, even Seth would say it’s fucking stupid. Nobody should ever be seen wearing that…

But I wouldn’t have to worry about my man-shoulders in it… or my stomach… or my thighs… I could even go braless, or wear just that cute little bralette I haven’t got the courage to wear yet… and I think Renee would agree it’s cute…

then she hears Betsy’s soothing voice in her head

But do you like it?

Yes. Yes I do.

and that’s how Allison takes down the onesie, cashes out and waits for the two other girls outside the Walmart entrance, feeling silly, and jitty, yet quite happy with herself

back at Fox Tower, she washes it immediately, only to stuff it back under her bed

it stays there for quite a few weeks, until it’s almost time for school to start again, her last year at PSU

the boys are out at the beach, Andrew and Neil are God-knows-where, Renee is meeting a friend, and Dan is out shopping with her Sisters

Ally is alone, and lonely

she’s craving something, something that feels close to how one of her nanny used to take care of her hair before bedtime, telling her stories of folklore around the world

guessing that nobody will be back before sundown, she reaches underneath her bed and takes out the giraffe onesie

she gets rid of her high-waisted skinny jeans, her silky cropped blouse and her high-heeled sandals in favor of Seth’s old Marvel boxer shorts, her baby blue bralette she still hasn’t worn, and the infamous onesie

and wow, it’s so baggy

as she buttons up the front, it almost feels like being wrapped up in a giant, fluffy pancake

she giggles to herself, like a little girl

until she goes to look at herself in the mirror, where she straight-up bursts out laughing

she feels so, so light

she puts on a pair of Renee’s fuzzy socks with the sticky soles and leaves her bedhair as it is

she spends the rest of the day on the couch, watching Barbie movies from the hidden collection she has in her closet while painting her real nails in rainbow colors

she makes herself a big cup of the tea she bought, and lights an ocean-breeze candle

between Barbie as the Island Princess and Barbie and the Magic of Pegasus, she even goes so far as going at the end of the hallway to buy some sugar-free gummy bears from the vending machine, completely forgetting herself…

of course, this is when the boys, including Andrew and Neil, are coming back from their day outdoors

she stops dead in her tracks when she turns around and sees them, a *giraffe* caught in the headlights

the boys only notice her because she stops moving so abruptly

she’s speechless

the boys, not so much

Kevin: *oblivious to the onesie situation* So you’re the one hoarding the healthy gummies. Dude give back some.

Matt: Oh, hi Ally… *raises his pointer finger, opens and closes his mouth in awe, lowers his arm back down* Cute?

Andrew: *his face says he doesn’t give a shit, but he’ll let the image make its way to his heart eventually* *very sneakily snaps an adorable pic for the group chat*

Neil: *whispering to Andrew, genuinely confused* I thought these were for babies? Do we qualify as babies? Why is Ally dressed like a baby, Andrew?

Nicky: BITCHHHHHH I shoulda made a bet on THAT!

Aaron: Well fuck. 60 points to Hufflepuff for cuteness. Ugh. I can’t believe I said “cute”. Jesus, I wanna vomit. Eurk.

Allison slowly makes her way back to her dorm room without a word, her cheeks flushed and her eyes to the ground, clutching her bag of gummies

she hasn’t felt this vulnerable since Seth’s passing

an hour later, she’s still hiding under her blankets as Renee and Dan file in

of course, they saw the photo posted to their group chat, and they heard everything from Matt and Nicky

Renee gets under the covers with Ally, and Dan proceeds to show off the goods she got with a very silly runway walk

they don’t say anything, until Neil sends a new picture on the GC

it’s a printed version of Andrew’s picture, pinned to the locker room wall with all the other photos they’ve accumulated

and everybody in the chat is dying of cuteness overload

Ally’s got that look of a toddler caught red handed, so open and genuine and surprised; her mouth is slighlty opened in an “o” shape; her mismatched fuzzy socks are peeking from underneath the bunched up fabric at her ankles; the hood is pulled up and slouching over her head…

but nobody, nobody, is making fun of her

we’re talking about the Foxes here. they never pull their punches.

so this? unexpected. shocking. astounding.

and right at the bottom of the picture, in shaky black marker: Baby Ally

with a poorly drawn heart next to it

in Neil’s unmistakeable handwriting

she cries

and never again is she ashamed of wandering around in her giraffe onesie

and if from then on, many Foxes gifts are soft things for her, well, that is called character development

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occasionalsnippets · 3 years

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Escapism AU (Y/n) & Passione

This is mostly about mc’s interactions with the gang including a bit of La Squadra and Unita Speciale. I’ll probably add more as I think.

Bucciarati’s Gang

Mc crashes at their house from time to time even though she has her own apartment

This either because she wants to sleep over for fun

Or because she’s finished a mission and their house is closer

Sometimes she shows up at 2 AM and just passes out on their couch

It happens more often than it should

Bruno eventually gives her a copy of the key

She steals food from the fridge too but makes up for it by buying groceries

They leave a toothbrush and cup for her in one of the bathrooms since she comes over so much

Before everyone was recuited, there were extra bedrooms in the house that weren’t being used

They left a guest room for mc but she doesn’t use it all the time, opting to pass out on the couch first

Either Bruno or Abbacchio usually brings her to her room though Abbacchio would never admit to it

Mista draws on her face with marker sometimes but leaves her on the couch most of the time. He can’t ruin her cute face all the time

Narancia cuddles with her on the couch or join Mista in doodling

Fugo leaves her on the couch but gets a blanket and readjusts her position if it’s uncomfortable

However, after Mista got recruited, mc gave up her room so Mista didn’t have to room with anyone

Now, she just sleeps on the couch or whoever’s okay with her borrowing their bed

She has tried several times to get them to wear normal clothes outside (they dressed perfectly normally before joining the mafia!) and only about half those times did it actually work

Mc is strong enough carry everyone in the group bridal style

The only ones who gets particularly mouthy when she does is Abbacchio and Mista but only because Mista wants to carry her too

She joins Fugo, Narancia and Mista in doing stupid things but it’s fun

She knows the torture dance

Mc isn’t technically a part of their team but they consider her to be because of how often she stays over and tags along for missions

She doesn’t expect anyone to really like her the way they do despite how obvious their feelings are

Part of it is because she isn’t supposed to be in this universe in the first place, that she’s an outsider of sorts. She’s here to make sure they don’t die

The other part of it is the guilt of leaving them to die in the first timeline. She feels like she doesn’t deserve how highly they think of her because of how readily she was to let fate run it’s course the first time around, even if they don’t remember it

She’s sooner die then let any of them do the same

Giorno

Mc meets Giorno before he’s recruited into the gang since she does go to the same school as him even though she doesn’t really show up to classes that often

She’s about 2 years older than Giorno

They became friends prior to his hair turning blond and she almost didn’t recognize him but his eyes are rather distinctive

When it did turn blond, mc got a vaguely panicked call in the morning from him saying his hair turned blond for some reason

She’s the first person to braid his hair with the needlessly extra loop at the end after it turned blond

She wasn’t sure how the donuts worked but the next time she saw him he had the signature donut hair so she guessed he figured out how to do it

It becomes routine for her to braid Giorno’s hair when she notices it’s undone

She gave him a crash course on stands when he found out she had one

They spend a lot of time in libraries

Mc insists on paying for food when they get lunch together though Giorno always refuses

I feel like Giorno lowkey craves intimacy?

Mc calls him “GioGio” sometimes

Trish

Hmmmmm, gay

I really like Trish hence why she’s included in the harem

Out of everyone in the gang guarding her, she’s the closest with mc since they’re both girls which is also why Bruno assigns mc to her the most often

Convenient for Trish since it means more time to flirt

Unfortunately, mc does fall under the “are we just being nice to each other or are we flirting” when Trish is just about ready to ask for her hand in marriage

She’s flirting, no doubt

Trish lets mc rest her head on her thighs which mc can confirm is very comfortable

Trish is one of the two people she trusts to do her make up, the other one being Abbacchio

You know that picture where there’s one girl sitting on the other girl doing her makeup

That’s basically Trish and mc

Post-Vento Aureo, they stay in contact and remain good friends as Trish pursues a career as a singer

Narancia

Mc joined Fugo on that walk where they found Narancia in the alleyway so she’s partially responsible for him joining the mafia

They bring him to Libecco where Bruno is and he gets food before going to the hospital to get his eye treated like in canon

She goes shopping with him after he’s out of the hospital

They get normal clothes but the next she sees him, he’s wearing his canon outfit and she wonders why she even bothered with his fashion sense in the first place

She’s the one who buys him his bandana that he wears in his canon outfit

They’re pretty cute together actually

She calls him “Nara”

While she isn’t available all the time to help Fugo tutor him, when she is around, she tries her best to help

They listen to music together and mc ends up reccomending a lot though some songs haven’t come out yet so she’s only able to play them on her phone

“If I run and jump at (Y/n), she’ll definately catch me!” “Wait, I’m holding a mug-” *Drops the mug and catches Narancia*

Hugs with Narancia often end with his face buried in the crook of her neck

Fugo

Probably the one mc goes with on missions the most

Part of it is because they’re the closest in age prior to everyone else joining, another part is due to mc’s nullifying ability effectively making her immune to Purple Haze’s virus

Mc be like “if I got infected with purple haze’s virus, I would simply become immune. rip to everyone else but I’m different.”

Still, Fugo is still very cautious when it comes to pulling out Purple Haze

Fugo buys her lavender hand lotion once and she decided she liked it so she continued to use it

He sorta associates lavender with mc

Mc buys him strawberry earrings. Sometimes she spontaneously buys stuff that reminds her of him

Fugo isn’t particularily fond of contact (backstory trauma) so mc tries to keep it to a minimum unless he gives an okay

Probably a few missions together where mc saves him, they’re walking down a street together and he just slips his hand into hers

Asadlskjh, I want them to hold hands

When she’s doing school assignments over at the Bucci house, Fugo helps her look over and proofread them despite the fact she has access to the internet through her phone and can search stuff literally from the future (not that he knows). She appreciates the input

I think that after Fugo leaves the group during Vento Aureo, I would like to bring him back somehow before the end of Vento Aureo

Abbacchio

He didn’t like mc at first, no surprises here, but after they went on a few missions together where she saved his life, he begrudgingly opened up

She reminds him of his dead partner due to how reckless she is in saving people

She an idiot but she’s his idiot

He’s likely one of the most worried when she gets hurt since he doesn’t want to lose another person who died protecting him

Abbacchio does come off as very tsundere seeing how prickly he is to everyone except Bruno but everyone except for mc notices that he isn’t that prickly to her either

Mc doesn’t expect him to like her to any degree so whenever anyone points out that he’s nicer to her, she’s like “what?”

They have late night talks a lot

Abbacchio stays up late drinking and mc doesn’t sleep consistently enough

Sometimes they go up to the roof of the house to talk

She has fallen alseep on him multiple times. His tiddies make great pillows.

Generally, she’s got her head resting on his tiddies, one arm hanging over his body, the other spawled out somewhere. He keeps one arm around her head and the other around her waist

Bruno

Mc with Bruno is oddly domestic?

she helps around the house, buying groceries, helping out in the kitchen and cleaning from time to time

Bruno appreciates it a lot

If Abbacchio and mc have late night talks, Bruno and her have early morning talks when everyone else is asleep and the sun is just barely rising

Bruno keeps telling her it isn’t healthy to sleep only 3 hours so he convinces her to fall asleep for a few more hours

He spoils her a lot and brings her to cafes

Bruno is one of the last people she would expect to like her more than a friend due to the “bruno’s a mom” memes and he’s nice to everyone (almost everyone, excluding ememies), there’s no way he would like her more

Sure, he kisses the crown of her head and the back of her hand from time to time and they cook together

But they’re just good friends, right?

He frequently lectures her on being more careful and not being so reckless

Mista

They discuss weird stuff a lot

The combination of mc’s general knowledge of random things due to the internet and Mista’s bad timing when bringing up topics leads to interesting conversations

Like, your tongue never sits comfortably in your mouth, your skeleton is wet, are you inside your skeleton or is your skeleton inside you?

Mc is always in a constant state of worry when he’s on a mission because his bullets always end up in his own body something

The only reason he isn’t dead yet is because his dumb*ss aura surrounds him

Mc qualifies as a cute girl 11/10

He flirts with her casually and the pistols tell her his thought even when he doesn’t want them to but she never seems to notice

“You’ve been flirting with me?” “Have been for the last year, thanks for noticing.”

Mc gets Mista a gun holster after the events of Vento Aureo because he really shouldn’t be tucking his gun in his pants like that

If someone was really angry, they could lean over and shoot his d*ck off

La Squadra

I sorta debated whether la squadra should be a part of the harem or not but I think mostly no

That’s because I don’t really have an age range for them but Risotto’s like 28 and big age gaps are creepy. So, I guess for some of the la squadra members, it’s up to interpretation whether it’s romantic or platonic. I’m inclined towards platonic though

I’m not sure if I want to save Sorbet and Gelato yet

Mc, of course, goes along for missions as she’s ordered to

La squadra is so broke. Why doesn’t Diavolo pay them more? They literally kill people for their job

Mc doesn’t crash at their house very often but she stops by to hang out and drop off food

She buys them groceries when she notices their fridge is super empty. She doesn’t need them to pay her back (her paycheck is suprisingly big), but they should stop eating takeout all the time

She usually calls Risotto to ask if there’s anything specific they want

She’s rather fond of Pesci. They go fishing together when they have time

Illuso and mc are gossip buddies

Melone gets kink shamed during missions

Ghiaccio and mc have gone ice skating together before

I don’t really have anything else for the others... I’ll think about it

When Vento Aureo begins, mc is trying to save them though she isn’t directly working with them

La Unita Speciale

These are pretty random

Tizano and Squalo are gay, mc was there when they proposed to each other

Mc gets ordered to buy food when they have meetings though it’s pretty rare

When she does show up to drop off food, it’s a constant feeling of “let me leave quicker please” because Cioccolata is freaky

She thinks she runs into Doppio way too often when she’s doing missions

The only good thing about it is that Doppio is pretty nice when Diavolo isn’t kicking about. On one hand, Doppio=nice, on the other Doppio=Diavolo

Mc feeds Secco sugar cubes when Cioccolata isn’t looking

She would not trust Cioccolata to patch up any of her wounds, he’s likely to dissect her

Mc gets missions through calls and emails but sometimes Doppio’s around to tell her what they are

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microsuedemouse · 3 years

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last night I had an Absolute Stranger pop up in my notes to be totally hostile out of nowhere about my interpretations of some fictional characters. I took the initiative to block them because they were engaging in bad faith and clearly had no interest in discussing the subject. now they don't have to see my content anymore and everyone wins! but I've been thinking about it ever since, and I wanted to share some thoughts here, with those of you who are reasonable and not just trying to start arguments with people you've never interacted with before. I know that at times I've collected large numbers of young, passionate followers, so I think this is a discussion worth having with anyone who's willing to converse in good faith!

one of the most fundamental truths of how human beings interact with fiction is that every single member of the audience is going to have a different take on the story. if you ask me, this is also one of the most beautiful and interesting things about engaging with other fans of something. everyone is bringing something different to the table when they sit down to read, watch, listen, play, or otherwise take in the tale. everyone is going to have their own context through which to understand the characters and events in the story. when you're dealing with literally anything that isn't expressly stated by the storytelling, you're dealing with interpretation, and there is never only one correct way to interpret a story or character. this just isn't how fiction works.

let me give you a good, clear example of what I mean. several years ago, in one of my university classes, I read Karen Russell's short story St. Lucy's Home for Girls Raised by Wolves. the story is about a group of girls - maybe werewolves, maybe only feral children; it's left somewhat ambiguous - who are taken from their wolf families and re-educated by nuns to be proper young ladies. they're made to sit up straight and cut their wild hair and speak only in human languages, giving up the howling and growling they've used all their lives. it's difficult and unnatural for them. when my prof asked us what the story reminded us of, I was the one who brought up residential schools, and it seemed that a lot of my classmates agreed with me: the similarities were striking, even if Russell hadn't had that in mind. but an autistic classmate of mine had a different comparison to make - to her, the story was uncomfortably reminiscent of the treatment received by many autistic children, being forced to give up everything that comes naturally to them and conform to other people's expectations of their behaviour. both of these reads were completely legitimate.

you don't have to have an english or literature degree to understand this concept. think back to your early experiences writing essays in school, based on a book you'd been assigned to read. think about your teachers telling you: make a point, and then use evidence to convince me. this is one of the most basic ways that we engage with fiction on an academic level. and when it comes to fandom, we don't even have to go that far! while many fans love to put a lot of thought into their interpretations, headcanons, fanfics, meta, and other fanworks, many don't. there are a lot of reasons for this, from wanting to see yourself reflected in the characters you love to simply having fun shaking things up. you don't have to justify your interpretations (or your reinterpretations). you're allowed to play in the sandbox just because it's a good time.

a lot of us, when we really love a story or character, get incredibly passionate about our interpretations. that's normal and understandable. and so, naturally, we're also going to find people whose interpretations fly in the face of our own. but people who disagree with you are not inherently wrong. people are incredibly complex, which means two things: one, real people are going to have all kinds of complex factors affecting how they read a story, and two, there are virtually infinite ways to interpret fictional people when the information you're working with is necessarily limited. when they're working from the same baseline information, two people can have two wildly different understandings of a character and neither of them is objectively more correct than the other.

(this intersects a lot with conversations about coding and authorial intent. both of these are their own huge discussions that I'm not going to get into in detail here. both are important in their own ways, but when you cut down to the bone, the basic truth remains that audience interpretations are still going to go in all directions and that's still allowed. even when you're working exclusively with interpretations that aim to be entirely canon-compliant, neither coding nor authorial intent is the same thing as explicit canon. yes, it's still crappy to erase heavy queer-coding [for example] in media where that's the best representation that creators can offer us; that's a matter of social issues intersecting with fiction, which is another huge discussion of its own. but even what qualifies as 'heavy' coding is going to vary from one audience member to the next.)

for me, this incredible variety of interpretation is one of fandom's greatest strengths! I have made friends with people whose character interpretations are incredibly different from mine, or whose favourite ships are the ones I can't stand, or who hated stories I loved. I think trading these ideas, discussing the differences in our readings of the same subject matter, is so interesting. learning how someone reads a character or storyline, and why they read it that way, is always really illuminating for me! discussing our differing interpretations can be such an interesting way to learn about other people's points of view and broaden your own perspective. I so strongly encourage it. embrace the passion you share, rather than starting arguments about things that ultimately don't have much in the way of impact on your real-world existence. for sure, yeah, block the weirdo who romanticises an abusive ship that gives you the creeps. but when you meet someone who headcanons your favourite character to be a completely different sexuality than you do, or who ships your brotp romantically... there's huge potential there for some really engaging conversations.

this isn't a manifesto. the topic of fan interpretation is enormous, and includes so many smaller discussions, and intersects with so many other issues. I'm not claiming to have covered all the bases here. I just really encourage you all to accept that there are no Objectively Correct Opinions - that's not how opinions work! you know that, I know you do! and when you do come across work that's just so far from your interpretation that you can't stand it... just don't engage. scroll on past. block the poster if you want. no one is making you look at fanwork that you don't like. you are not obligated to interact with the people creating that work in any way. please, for the love of god, curate your own fandom experience. someone doodling fanart for a ship that doesn't jibe with you isn't hurting you. you have the power to remove it from in front of your eyes and go find something else you like better. go engage with things that do interest you!! you will be happier for it!!!

#long post #fandom #Courtney thinks

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uhohsuh · 4 years

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why you shouldn’t support squigglegigs (hannah/fork)

this post is long overdue, but incredibly necessary. fork (squigglegigs) has been active on tumblr since 2011. she’s gone on and on about how she’s been a responsible adult in the many child/teen-targeted fandoms she’s in, but while she’s been befriending minors as young as 14, she’s also been consuming NSFW works of children just as young. below is a detailed account of how she’s been doing this since 2013 and still does it today. a google doc will also be listed if that’s easier to read.

tw for: pedophilia, incest, and gore

https://docs.google.com/document/d/1vE0wydzLSA5ek08Y0spuIQSSptL-6Wav2eX8gSm3Fkg/edit?usp=sharing

Since tumblr is a terrible website, images are not present in this post, but are available in the google doc. Honestly you should just read that instead because the NSFW evidence is available there as well.

ENJOYS/SUPPORTS NSFW ART OF MINORS (SECTION 1)

This first section will talk about events occurring between 2013 and 2016. It is important to note that Fork (squigglegigs) was 20-23 during this time. Her friend Limey (who plays a large role) was 22-25.

Fork drew NSFW Weinerham art in 2013, a ship from RC9GN between two 14 year olds. Fork would have been 20 at the time.

Fork read NSFW fic of SheZow in 2013. The main characters in SheZow are

12 and 14.

On Fork’s deviantart page, lostflame41, she has ship art between Mabel Pines

(12/13)

and Wendy Corduroy

(15),

posted in March 2014. Although not sexually explicit, a comment on the art talked about a NSFW fic between the two minors. Her replies to the comments heavily implies that she was interested in reading about sex between the two.

Fork has maintained a friendship with a person named Limey since 2013. Limey has used many usernames (

limey404, doublepines, bleventeen, gan-man, etc.)

; these usernames will be mentioned but Limey will still be referred to by name.From

2013-2016

, Limey operated under the tumblr blog ‘doublepines’, which primarily created

NSFW incestuous ship art

between the characters Dipper and Mabel Pines, who are both

12/13

in canon.

Although Limey drew all NSFW of them aged up, they are presented as teenagers and any time these aged-up versions are given a clear age, Limey says they are

(meaning they are still minors). NSFW art of anyone under 18, including fictional characters, qualifies as child pornography according to PROTECT Act of 2003/ 18 U. S. C. § 1466A.

Fork clearly knew about and supported this blog. She reblogged non-NSFW on her main blog (because it wasn’t “that pinecesty so it can go here”, implying that she had a secondary blog on which she did reblog the pinecest art) and mentioned doublepines several times in other posts. These posts confirm that Limey was the person who operated doublepines, such as a post reblogged from the doublepines account where Fork calls DP Limey in the tags.Here is Fork liking a

pinecest comic

, and here is her liking a

NSFW pinecest comic

(no NSFW images are directly shown in the video). Fork answered several questions about Limey following the deletion of the doublepines account, further confirming that they were friends at the time.Fork also had a series called “Cartoon Rompus”, a Danganronpa parody featuring modern cartoon characters. Fork once drew the Cartoon Rompus version of Dipper Pines

(still 12/13)

kissing the corpse of another child. Limey also drew detailed gore art for Fork’s series on her account bleventeen/limey404. The art in question has Mabel Pines brutally murdered, with her stomach ripped open and her legs torn off (image in NSFW section). Fork liked and reblogged the piece.This is not the only artist who creates/created NSFW art that Fork has liked. She has several pieces of Randy Cunningham Ninth Grade Ninja art reblogged on her main account that depict a 14 year old character in risque positions/outfits. The artist who drew this piece is hyperdolk, and Fork has several other pieces of their art reblogged. A simple google search will find that this artist was infamous for drawing NSFW between Randy and another minor.

Fork herself has liked their NSFW pieces, such as a drawing featuring two 14 year olds in their underwear

(video evidence provided in NSFW section of the google doc).

ENJOYS/SUPPORTS NSFW ART OF MINORS (SECTION 2)

This section spans from 2018 to today.

In 2018, Fork liked porn of the ship Montacroix, two OCs from her Suh Sire Project, one of which belongs to Fork. Her character who is in this art, Merl, is at least 15 and, at most, 17. The other character is listed as being 17 on the Official Suh Sire page. Fork would have been 25 at the time. (video evidence of her liking FOUR pieces is in the NSFW section of the google doc).

Limey creating pedophilic NSFW art which Fork then enjoys is something that continues to this day.

Limey currently runs a tumblr account called gan-man in which she posts NSFW art of April and Donatello from the 2012 Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles cartoon series. April is canonically 16, and Donatello is canonically 15.

Limey posted a page of NSFW doodles of the two minors having sex in August 2020. Fork liked this post from her main blog, squigglegigs. Fork is 27, Limey is 29. They are both almost twice the age of these characters. (video, image evidence is provided in the NSFW section of the google doc)

FRIENDSHIP WITH SEVERAL MINORS

Fork has maintained several friendships with actual minors from at least 2017 continuing to today. For safety and privacy, no minors will be named in this document, regardless of whether they are now 18+ or not. However, even with anonymity it is obvious who several of these minors are due to their popularity and association with Fork. We ask that you do not attempt to discover their identities or harass these people in any way over these allegations.

Fork has been friends with two tumblr users beginning in 2017. At this time, Fork was 24 years old. These two users were 14 and 17. Fork had a private chat with these two minors and glamorized the relationship to outsiders. The group had its own name, received fanart, etc.

Fork is friends with several other minors as well. Several collaborators on her Suh Sire project would have been minors when she included them in her project and had them design characters for her to use.

Her guyslikeus discord had members as young as twelve. Askguyslikeus was a BMC ask blog which has some NSFW-ish content. Fork was at least 24 at the time of its creation.

In response to a question asked about the chat, she: acknowledges that there are 12 year olds present, acknowledges the NSFW content, does not attempt to discourage other 12 year olds from joining, and basically says that anyone above the age of 10 is welcome to join.

In her invite-only Discord group chats upwards of half of the members were minors, some being as young as 14. Unfortunately only first-hand accounts of this are available, as these group chats are now deleted.

Fork continues to involve herself in fandoms targeted at children/teens and mostly populated by minors, such as: Gravity Falls, Be More Chill, Trolls, TMNT, SheZow, etc. While nothing is inherently wrong with being an adult in these fandoms, Fork befriends minors in these fandoms, then turns around and consumes porn of characters around the same age.

The NSFW evidence for this is present in the google doc. I recommend you either save a copy of it or this post in the off chance that Fork is able to remove it somehow.

TD;LR: Fork is a grown woman who continuously participates in fandoms targeted at children and teens, befriends several minors through those fandoms, and then turns around and consumes porn of child/teen characters the same ages as her young friends. The way she uses her platform to befriend minors while consuming NSFW porn of minors secretly is deeply concerning and, frankly, should not be tolerated.

#squigglegigs #askguyslikeus #suh sire #hattie cabrera #merl montgomery #bmc #be more chill #tmnt2012 #doctor who #infinity train

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19tozier · 4 years

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lookalike (bill denbrough)

request: do you write for 2017 bill denbrough? and if so could you write a fic based on lookalike by conan gray or first aid by gus dapperton for him? ty

warnings: angst, swearing, no cheating but questionable ethics in a relationship

[losers&reader are 17/18 here]

bill denbrough is an easy person to love. he is not an easy person to get over.

it’s not for lack of trying, really. god, you’ve been trying for years, ever since he helped you understand an equation in your shared math class. he’d smiled at you and you were gone.

at one time, you’d held on to a foolish hope that he would feel the same way and the two of you would start dating, but as time went on that hope dwindled. bill was constantly surrounded by different girls and would never like you back, much less love you, and that was just the way things were. you needed to accept that.

it’s partially how you find yourself dating jacob.

part of you knows it’s not right. sure, jacob is sweet and kind and treats you well, and yes, you do genuinely like him, but the reason you’d said yes when he shyly asked you on a date is because you saw bill in his smile. it’s not fair to him, but you look at him and it is bill that crosses your mind.

still, one date turns into two turns into three turns into seven, and soon you find yourself with a boyfriend.

you do your best to keep jacob away from the losers. you don’t want them to look at him and see the truth; you especially don’t want bill to look at him and connect the dots. you’re happy with jacob, happier than you think you deserve to be, but there’s a line you can’t bring yourself to cross.

the losers know you have a boyfriend, and they know who jacob is, but you’ve successfully avoided having to introduce the two. it’s surprisingly easy, as the one class you share with jacob is the one class you don’t share with the rest of the losers, and jacob doesn’t have the same lunch as you all do. you can laugh with your friends and avoid looking at bill and pretend everything’s alright.

as most things do these days, it crumbles when you least expect it.

you’re sitting in english one day, richie on your left, the two of you giggling about one thing or another. it’s just the two of you in this class, all the other losers in the other section, so it’s natural for you to joke the class away. it’s what you expect every time you walk through the door.

today, though, richie’s giggles gradually slow until he’s just grinning at you, huge and unabashed. “god, you’re a riot, doll,” he says, swinging an arm around your shoulders. “you and me, we should ride off together into the sunset, leave all the others behind.”

you snort, turning back to your worksheet. “in your dreams,” you snark back, carefully writing an answer down. “besides, i’m a taken woman, tozier.”

it’s seemingly innocuous enough, something you’re certain you’ve said in response to his flirting in the short months you and jacob have been dating. richie’s never mentioned it before, preferring to just change the subject and rile you up until you threaten to punch him.

today, though, today richie stiffens. he pulls away from you slowly, and there’s this look in his eyes that you had been trying to avoid since jacob asked you on a date. it’s uncomfortably knowing, and maybe a little sad, and all at once you’re begging the universe to speed up time until you can get out of this class.

but the universe has never listened to what you’ve wanted before and it’s not about to start now. richie sighs and says, uncharacteristically gentle, “you have to know that we’ve noticed.”

you glare down at your worksheet. your hand grips your pencil so tightly your knuckles turn white. “i don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“oh, so you don’t want to talk about how jacob looks just like bill?”

there is a snapping sound. for a brief, wild moment, you are certain it is your heart, breaking in jagged halves down the fault lines that erupted when you realized you could never have bill the way you wanted. it is only when richie swears and reaches for your hand that you realize you have broken your pencil in two.

all at once, you want to cry. you let richie take the mangled pencil and smooth the graphite from your palm, all the while struggling to keep your tears in. you feel as if there is a bomb sitting in your chest that is about to detonate.

sometimes you forget how good of a friend richie can be. he doesn’t say anything, just digs a new pencil out of his bag and wraps his arm around your shoulder again. the silence isn’t a good look on him but you can tell he’s waiting for you to speak. if you want to talk about it, he’ll listen, but if you change the subject he won’t push you. it’s all up to you.

you decide to bite the bullet. your hand hurts and your heart hurts and you crave, suddenly, to tell someone else about your feelings.

“i don’t know what to do,” you admit quietly, staring down at the table. you are fiercely glad that you and richie have always sat in the back corner, so that there is no one to stare at you as you feel like breaking down.

richie hums. “about bill, or about jacob?”

you shrug, the heavy weight of richie’s arm making it smaller than you’d intended. “both. neither.” you smile; it is more of a grimace. “i don’t suppose you have any advice?”

richie looks down at you, his eyebrows furrowed. “well, i’ll admit, i’ve never been in this situation before, buuuuut how about you enlighten me and i’ll see what i can do?”

you laugh softly, trying to keep it from sounding bitter. “what do you want to know?”

“why did you start dating jacob? why are you still dating jacob?” he pauses, just briefly, and murmurs, “when did you start liking bill?”

you sigh. you take the pencil richie had grabbed for you, doodling aimlessly across the bottom of your worksheet. “he asked me on a date,” you whisper. “and... i know he looks like bill, and yeah, at first that’s why i said yes, and i know that’s awful but i just... i needed to get over him, y’know? I’ve liked him since i met him. but jacob is funny and he’s sweet and i do like him. really, i do. it’s just...”

“you like bill more,” richie finishes for you.

you’re silent for a long moment, feeling your heart pound in your chest, and shakily mumble, “i don’t just like him.”

richie goes still. he, too, is quiet for a while, before he murmurs back, “you love him.”

you nod, miserably. you can’t look at richie as the tears brim in your eyes again. “i can’t get over him. i’ve tried so hard and nothing works. and i don’t want to hurt jacob but i know it isn’t fair to him. i just don’t know what to do.”

for a moment, you can tell richie must be thinking of telling you to confess your feelings to bill, but even he seems to realize how pointless that is. instead, he just hugs you closer to his side and admits, “i don’t think i’m qualified to tell you what you should do. but i’m here for you if you need anything.” then, his tone shifts into one of the ridiculous voices he does, and he crows, “you can always come here for some good ol’ tozier lovin’!”

you laugh and push him away, sliding your worksheet closer to finish it before the bell rings. you still feel heavy and upset but you’ve rewound the timer on the explosion waiting to happen and that, you think, should be enough.

the topic of jacob doesn’t get brought up by another loser for another few weeks, and when it does it’s by the loser you were desperately hoping it wouldn’t be.

it’s not the best course of action, but after your talk with richie you decide the right thing to do is to avoid bill. it is, after all, only torture for you to try and just be his friend, and maybe if you stay away from him for a bit you can get over your ridiculous feelings.

the problem with avoiding bill is that he’s everywhere you go.

it’s not enough to just avoid him outside of school because school proves to be the hardest part. your classes are almost all shared with him, and lunch comes with him always sitting across from you. every time he laughs, every time he smiles, you feel your heart clench.

you take to pairing up with other people whenever you need to get work done in the classes you share with bill, determinedly not watching his face fall. you eat your lunch in the bathroom, the one place bill cannot follow you into, and you feel hollow. the other losers recognize something is wrong and they all look as knowing as richie had before your conversation. you can’t face them either.

you throw yourself into trying to love jacob, spending as much time as you can with him outside of school. you go to the movies, you go to the arcade, you spend quiet nights on his couch. you laugh with him in the hallways and hold his hand in between classes and try not to feel like it’s fake.

you weren’t lying when you told richie that you did like jacob. he’s as perfect for you as you think you could ever get; he laughs at your jokes, he kisses you like you’re precious, he holds you as gently as possible. the problem has never been him. the problem is that you don’t want perfect. you want rough and wild and free, you want someone who isn’t afraid to challenge you and is as fierce as he is beautiful. you want bill.

now, you’re exiting the school an hour after it had gotten out. you’d been talking with a teacher, trying to understand an assignment, and you’re trying to get out as quickly as possible to meet jacob at the movies like you’d promised.

you’re in a rush, and that’s why you don’t immediately notice bill when you go to grab your bike.

you falter to a stop, staring into his eyes. he looks like he’s been waiting for you but that can’t be right. the other losers have to be with him. but you can see all of their bikes are gone, except for yours, nestled right next to silver, and the bomb in your chest gives a violent shudder.

you were wrong. the time away from bill has not dulled your feelings. if anything, they feel sharper now, burning and tearing and aching inside of you. you feel like you are a live wire under his gaze.

neither of you speak for so long that you’re certain no one will, before bill swallows and shakily says, “h-hi, (y/n).”

your pulse is roaring in your ears and your hands shake at your sides, but you somehow manage to get out, “hey, bill.”

you go silent again. you don’t know what to say to him and you don’t know why he’s here but the sight of him makes something inside of you tremble. you want nothing more than to act as if nothing is wrong but you know that would crumble your walls and all of this would be for naught. you need to get over him. maybe then you can be friends again.

when it becomes clear you won’t say anything, bill sighs, pushing off of the wall he had been sitting on. he walks towards you but stops a few paces from you. you can’t decide if you want him closer or farther away. “w-w-why are y-you a-avoiding m-m-me?”

your stomach curdles. you plaster a smile on your face. “i’m not avoiding you, big bill,” you lie. “i’ve just been busy lately.”

you’d thought it would make bill relax, but his expression tightens further. there is something dark in his tone when he says, “w-with y-your boyfriend?”

it punches straight through you. “among other things, yeah,” you say casually, as if you are not crumbling apart the longer you stand in front of him. “i’m actually supposed to meet him, so if you’ll excuse me.”

you move around him to unlock your bike from the rack. your hands are shaking still but your back is to him, so you’re hoping he won’t notice. you rush yourself, trying to get out of there as quickly as possible, but you freeze when he asks, without stuttering, “why are you dating him?”

your breathing falters. a cold rush climbs over your skin and you are suddenly deeply aware that you will not get out of this unscathed. still, you try to keep your voice steady. “what do you mean?”

he scoffs. the sound is enough to whirl you around to look at him. you’re surprised by the sneer on his face. “h-he’s n-not good e-enough f-f-for y-you, (y/n). w-what d-do you e-even see i-in h-him?”

you swallow, hoping your expression won’t give you away. “i like him. he treats me really well.”

you’re purposefully vague and you hope that it will be enough to get you out of here, but you should’ve known better. bill has always known you more than you wanted to admit and a few weeks apart has done nothing to change that.

he rolls his eyes, taking a step closer. like this, he towers over you. “n-no, y-you don’t. i-i know you d-don’t.”

your blood freezes. you are so stricken you can do nothing beyond whisper, “what?”

he’s so close you could reach out and touch him. as it is, your hands hang limply at your sides. you are aware of nothing beyond how horrified you feel and the way you want the ground to swallow you whole.

bill doesn’t stop. “y-you d-don’t like h-him, (y/n). y-you l-like m-me.”

your cheeks flame enough that you slowly begin to unthaw, instantly beginning to shake your head. it’s weak because there’s no way you can truly dispute what he’s saying but you want to try anyways. “that’s not—that’s not true, i don’t—”

“i-it’s o-okay,” bill interrupts you. there’s something manic in his eyes. “i-i l-like you t-too, y-you d-don’t need t-t-to be w-with h-him a-anymore.”

whatever you were expecting him to say, it sure as hell wasn’t that. you’re already wide-eyed by the beginning of his sentence, but when he keeps going your blood begins to boil. your voice is dangerous when you murmur, “what did you just say?”

bill smiles, incorrectly assuming you’re happy. you aren’t at all, but he barrels on with the same determination that makes all of you gravitate around him. “y-you don’t n-need t-to b-be with h-him a-anymore,” he repeats, pleased. “w-we c-can be t-together n-now.”

you are suddenly so furious that something red bleeds into the edges of your vision. you want to scream, you want to cry, you want to snap ten thousand pencils in half. your rage bleeds into your voice as you spit, “oh, since you said it, it must come true, right?”

he blinks, confused, but you can’t stop. you laugh hollowly, feeling your lips contort with your snarl. maybe it’s not fair to get so angry with him but the emotion that has been building inside of you is bubbling and spilling over. you are a powder keg about to explode.

“did you ever stop to think that maybe i’m dating jacob because i actually like him? or are you so far up your own ass that you assumed i was only dating him until you finally decided you wanted me?” your words are barbs and you intend to land them where it will hurt. “oh, of course i was just waiting for you, huh? just sitting on the sidelines until you noticed me, is that it?”

his confusion quickly gives way to anger, his gaze sparking hotly. “d-don’t p-pretend y-you w-weren’t,” he scoffs, glaring down at you. “i-i k-know y-y-you’ve liked m-me s-since we m-met.”

“so fucking what?” you hiss, stepping forward until you’re chest to chest. you are nearly vibrating with your fury. “that doesn’t matter! you’re expecting me to drop a relationship i’m happy in just because you asked me to!”

“b-bullshit,” he snaps back at you. “y-you a-aren’t h-happy and y-you k-k-know it!”

you need something to do with your hands or else you’re certain you’re going to punch him. you whirl away from him, making quick work of putting your bike lock in your backpack and roughly yanking your bike out of its slot.

“you don’t know how i feel,” you growl back at him, hands tightening around the handles of your bike. jacob is probably waiting for you by now; it adds to your anger.

bill throws up his hands, getting closer to you again. “y-yes i d-do!”

you laugh; it is a bitter sound. “and how do you know how i feel, bill?”

“b-because y-you’re j-just dating m-m-my l-lookalike!” he screams.

your red-hot anger disappears. in its place is a rage so frigid, so savage, that you are certain it will tear you apart. there is violence simmering in your veins and you need to get out of here before you do something you regret. too bad your mouth didn’t get the memo.

you snort, pushing yourself onto your bike. your heart is frozen in your chest but you calmly meet his eyes, hoping the smile on your mouth is as saccharine sweet as it is biting. when you speak, your voice is quieter than you thought you were capable of. “you don’t get to do this to me, bill. you don’t get to string me along like one of your little play things and then decide you finally want me. you had your chance.” your smile shifts into a snarl. “jacob may look like you but he is ten times the man you will ever be.”

bill stumbles back from the venom in your voice. you want to say more but you don’t think you could say anything without sobbing, so you turn your back on him. the glide of your bike down the sidewalk isn’t loud enough to drown out the swearing behind you but you pretend it is.

tears drip down your cheeks. you were wrong when you talked to richie; the bomb that has been living inside of you hadn’t detonated then. it had been ticking down to this exact moment.

this is the explosion you thought you were ready for. you just wish it had disintegrated you, too.

(part two here)

#bill denbrough #bill denbrough imagine #bill denbrough x reader #bill denbrough x you #bill denbrough x y/n #the losers club #the losers club imagine #the losers club x reader #it (2017)#it (2019)#it (movie)#it movie #richie tozier #eddie kaspbrak #stan uris #ben hanscom #beverly marsh #mike hanlon #my writing

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thirsty-x1 · 4 years

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Tulips | Han Seungwoo

Request:

Hiya! I’m back with another request. Imagine a CEO Seungwoo, who often intimidates everyone he works with, gets smitten and whipped for the new secretary [who he might have met in the club the week before and had an AMAZING and fun one night stand with ;) ] maybe it sounds like a smut (and there can be hehe) but I was picturing an absolute fluff 😀 the big bad scary seungwoo all flustered and nice to y/n (making everyone’s jaw drop).

↬ Pairing: Seungwoo x fem!reader.

↬ Genre: Fluff, minor mentions of smut.

↬ Warnings: some explicit language, slight harassment from one of the other characters.

↬ Word Count: 2.2k

↬ Song Recommendation: “Tulips” by Snuper. Such a fucking amazing song, really, they deserve better.

The headache got stronger as he flipped through the papers in front of him, groaning in frustration as he noticed the mistakes that his employees had made on numerous occasions. Seungwoo wasn’t the kind to let anger take over him, usually patient and calm, but whenever he was tired and annoyed about something, it showed on his semblance: his shoulders stiff, his back straightening up, passing his hands through his hair a few times and brushing the edge of his nose with his fingers. Somehow, the fact that he never yelled and never lost his temperament made everyone become more scared of him in the office, always waiting for the situation where he would finally show his true colors, which hadn’t happened in the last few years.

Going out with friends and losing control wasn’t what he had expected to happen the night before, and neither ending up with an unknown girl in an unknown room, questioning each small thing about the world. He smiled slightly remembering the conversation and her voice, the way she had laughed when he accidentally burped, the friendly feeling of regret making way on his mind for not asking her phone number. His fingers folded the corner of the pages absentmindedly and the images started to flash behind his eyes.

Loud music, shining lights and another round of shots being delivered to the table where he was at, Seungyoun pushing a glass in his direction while Wooseok screamed some gibberish, Hangyul quickly shushing him and causing Yohan to giggle. It wasn’t long until the alcohol started to affect him although not enough to go and dance ridiculously in the middle of the place the way that Seungyoun and Hangyul were, nor to talk to other girls the way that Yohan and Wooseok were trying to do. At least until a hand appeared before him, the obviously drunk girl smiling sweetly at him and insisting in taking him for a dance. He flushed, declining the offer as respectfully as he could, eyes opening as her smile faded and sat on the vacant spot next to him, finishing his glass in one gulp.

“Don’t you want to have some fun?” He stared incredulously at her. “Let out all that stress from work, forget about the world for a bit?”

Seungwoo frowned, as if avoiding his responsibilities were a choice. “I think I can handle it.” His gaze followed her every movement, mostly worried about his wallet or phone being taken away, but her hand got closer to him, fingers brushing his forehead and then to the corners of his mouth, stretching a smile.

“You look prettier like this.”

After that, he doesn’t remember when or how they ended up on the hotel, her riding him and caressing the tattoo on his shoulder, kissing his cheeks but avoiding his lips the same way she did the whole night. There is another empty memory, his suspicion is he was asleep, and then seeing her laugh at him, the sheets covering her body partially as she turned around and talked with him, patiently waiting until he sobered up. It was then when they connected, or that’s how he decided to name it, talking about their problems and difficulties. Maybe it was because he wasn’t going to see her again, or maybe because since she didn’t know him she couldn’t feel guilty for him or pity him, but for the first time in a while, he felt comfortable letting all his feelings out. When he finished, he expected some kind of reaction from her, something like a sad look or an awkward silence, but she took one of the tulips of the vase next to the bed and put it on his ear, mumbling a soft “walk a flower path” while smiling sweetly.

She had left before him, the room feeling way too bigger and cold without her presence when he woke up again. They hadn’t exchanged numbers, not even their names… so that was a one night stand, what his friends always recommended to feel better, but it made him feel worse than before. Knowing he had to go back to work, to the world of responsibilities, to the CEO Han Seungwoo and leaving behind his identity as a random stranger.

The night played on a loop on his brain, his headache starting to soothe until he realized he had been doodling on the cover of one of the projects he had to present soon. With a long sigh, he looked for the file on the computer, printing it again and jolting as a cup of water and an aspirin were placed on his desk.

“I already interviewed all the applicants. This one seems the most suited one.” The old woman gave him a curriculum. “Now stop complaining and take that, it will make you feel better.”

It pained him that Ms. Lee was going away, getting a new one that would understand him as much as her was going to be complicated, the first reason why he asked the lady to hold the interviews since she would know better what suited him.

His eyes stopped on the picture, or rather the lack of it. “No way to identify herself?”

“She said it wasn’t necessary to look at her physical appearance when she was perfectly qualified in all the other areas.” Seungwoo raised his eyebrows. “She is pretty, if that is what you are asking.”

“I don’t care about that as long as he does her work right. Tell her she starts in a week.”

The rest of the week went by with no major incidents. Seungwoo was at the resting lounge, waiting for the machine to finish with the coffee when he listened to a few of his workers speaking.

“Did you see his new secretary? Sure it was a big change…”

Were they talking about him? How come they had met her already? He had yet to meet up with her, it being her first day.

“Who cares about that? He barely looks at the women in the office in the eye, we can have her for ourselves.”

“Oh, yeah, as if she would notice you.”

He had heard enough, the chatter bothering him as he forgot about his coffee and walked closer, standing imposingly behind the group of men, clearing his throat a few times before speaking.

“I suppose you have finished with the report I asked, Mr. Kim?” A slight annoyance invaded him as he saw the color drain from his employee’s face.

“Uh, n-not really–”

“I want another five, each based on the development and progress of the departments. For tomorrow. Hand them in to my secretary.”

Not giving them the chance to complain, he turned around and walked away. It sickened him the way they were always lazing around, always chatting and criticizing everyone for doing their work while they did none of theirs. This kind of acts always angered him, his pace becoming quicker while ignoring the stares of the other workers as he got inside his office, sitting down on the chair and covering his face while trying to calm down.

“Uh, I can come back in another moment…” The voice startled him, he didn’t notice anyone inside the office, and the second his hands slipped off, he froze in place and so did the other person.

It was her.

It was the girl from that night, standing up behind her desk a few meters away from him. Her eyes opened wide, stuttering a few times while fidgeting with her fingertips. He could feel people staring at them through the glass doors, waiting to catch something that was worthy gossiping over.

“Ah, secretary y/ln, yes. Sorry for that.” His eyes pleaded that she would follow his plan, and it must have worked because next she walked out the desk with a few folders in hand.

“Here are the reports that you asked for yesterday, Ms. Lee told me to give them to you.” She cleared her throat, trying to hide a smile as she read his schedule, and if he was honest, he didn’t pay attention to anything at all.

That’s how it went the rest of the next weeks. She would fill every single task even before he could ask, and he wouldn’t ask because his shyness overtook him. Whenever they were in the same room, his eyes would drift to her, a smirk twitching on the corner of his lips as he caught small habits of her, quickly calling it a day if he noticed she was tired, changing his schedules to fit hers… They hadn’t talked about that night since they grew comfortable with each other, the talk not being necessary anymore.

Of course, everyone had noticed the change in Seungwoo, even if he tried to hide it. He would act coldly only to turn into a melted pool whenever she walked by, completely serious during meetings and starting to stutter whenever she came into the room, his tone when reprimanding someone softening if she was around, how he walked with two cups of coffee into his office and left one on her desk, or when he laughed at a joke she made when spending time with her co-workers, blushing if he was found out. It was too obvious, no matter how much effort he put into not making it that way.

It was early in the morning, a few employees here and there as he walked to the office before stopping on the door when he listened to her speaking over the phone.

“… good, he’s good, mom… No, my boss hasn’t tried to touch me, he isn’t that kind of man… Why does it matters if I work on my birthday? He worked through his as well… No, he isn’t forcing me to work through it… No, I’m not saying it just so that you don’t worry about it… The rest- they treat me well, a few out of place comments as always… I waited for a long time to get this job and it’s really good so I can deal with that…”

He didn’t wait for the conversation to be over. In a minute he was outside, roaming around the streets, his shoes making a loud sound against the floor as he walked faster, sighing in relief as he found what he was looking for. Hurriedly went inside the shop, picked what he thought was the best and came back into the building, not really caring about the way the males were watching him and ignoring the soft gasps from the women as he entered the office only to find the so-called Mr. Kim leaning over his secretary’s desk.

“Just once, darling, c’mon… you want all this attention with the outfits you wear.”

“Leave me alone, really, this isn’t fun.” It pained him to see her going through it, wondering whether he should interrupt the scene. It would certainly cause havoc in the office, but…

“Oh I don’t care if you find it fun, I could easily force myself on you, you slut–”

“I believe this is enough, Mr. Kim.” Seungwoo’s tone was cold as ice, his hand on the man’s shoulder tightening its grip as he pulled him away from her. “You are fired.”

“What? It’s not what you think! She was the one that–!”

“There are cameras in this room, so please abstain yourself from lying. And the reason isn’t merely because of this incident; your lack of discipline and responsibility for your work it’s undeniable, and this is considered harassment, so I will kindly ask you to pick your personal belongings and get out. We can schedule a meeting to talk over all the mistakes and reasons for me to have taken this decision.”

The silence could almost be heard, the rest of the people outside the office completely in shock at the situation, which in a certain way was something positive: even if he chose to sue him or something, he had the evidence and the witnesses to win the case over. Although from the way that Mr. Kim was shaking, it didn’t look like that was going to happen at all. As soon as he left, Seungwoo ordered everyone to go back to their work, closing the door for some privacy as he checked on the woman.

“Y/n, are you okay? Do you need anything?” She looked at him with fondness at the mention of her name instead of her last name, but he didn’t seem to notice.

“No, that was good enough, but… What are those for?” Her chin pointed at the bouquet that rested on the small coffee table between them.

He grabbed them hurriedly, his cheeks blushing. “I heard you say it was your birthday and… Well, I thought that a gift couldn’t hurt…”

“Hmm, tulips in the workplace, Mr. Han?” She caressed the petals slightly. “You sure have a good memory considering you were pretty gone that night.”

It was that joking tone, the same one that she had used back in the club and on the hotel room. He had missed it after listening to her talk to him formally, no matter how ridiculous it sounded.

“It was an interesting night, to say the least.” A slight knock on the glass door caught his attention, the woman behind it signaling him to get out. “I’ll be back in a bit.”

“Mr. Han?” He turned around right before going out the door. “I hope we get to walk on the flower path for a long time.”

I intended this to be much longer but the distractions around were just too many... so this is it ㅠㅅㅠ

~Nani

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ottertotterz · 4 years

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1/2 Just gonna send this here cuz I don't have many people to talk about this with: so I love fanon Tommy as a tall lanky guy, but my brain galaxied and we should all consider short king Tommy for at least a little bit. Just ... someone sees him from behind all " Oh hey kid whatcha doing here? Where are your- OH, uh, sorry sir." Mainly cuz this is something that happens to me at work all the time and I want to project my struggle as an autistic short peep to get TAKEN SERIOUSLY GODDAMIT...

STOP this is so good.... i was waiting to answer bcus originally i wanted to doodle something abt this bcus it hasnt left my brain since i saw it in my inbox but ive been busy

tommy short king moments... the only time he doesnt mind getting mistaken for a kid instead of a 36 year old man is when he and benrey go to the movies and lie and say he's qualified for the Young Child Discount and also i think benrey would like to pick tommy up a lot :]

#i WILL draw something for this #just keep an eye on my blog on like. saturday probably.#tomrey #ask #anonymous

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lovelybrittxo · 4 years

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where do I even start?

I’m literally only writing this for myself since typing a whole novel out on the computer is way easier than writing this in a physical journal which is what I normally do. I come to Tumblr though when I have way too much to say and don't know how to say it. I just need to get it off my chest before I blow up. so here it goes...

shall we start at the beginning? I grew up in a decently religious household. my mom, sister and I went to church almost every Sunday with all our aunts and uncles. don't get me wrong, I still believe in God and whatnot and I wouldn't change my upbringing in the church for anything. but it may have suppressed my views on the world. something my aunt said to me a few years ago has stuck to brain ever since and I can't seem to shake it. she told me that she actually believes that being gay is a sin and that you can love the sinner but not the sin. so like, she believes if you're gay, you can be gay but don't act upon it/the sin. she believes, for example, that being trans is a mental illness. like, I just can't wrap my head around that. and honestly, she spoke with so much conviction and “sense” that she actually had me fooled to think the same way for a hot second. and then to learn that my other “cool” aunt also believes this... kinda sad. both of those aunts have literally talked down upon family (and our family is very tight knit) and people they love... what would they do if they ever found out about me?

ive felt a lot of feelings ever since I was young. mostly towards males... but also towards females. I just thought the female part was me wanting to be like them or be their friend and just have them like me and accept me as a chill person to be around. but fast forward to a couple years ago. I was bombarded (in a good way) by social media flaunting (in a good way lol) different sexualities and things. its hard to describe but that “world” was just becoming more prominent to me I guess.

I started to try and put my religious upbringing in the background so I could focus on trying to figure out who I really was. ive been doing this for at least a couple years now. and although im still trying to really figure it out, right now half way through 2020, I think im getting closer to an answer. and guess what has helped me the most? tiktok lmao! no but for real, the internet is an amazing place for discovery in any form. after I started to get into real communities online (like kpop and penpaling) i’ve never felt more connected to the internet and it allowed me to try and find real personal help... if that makes any sense. i’ve just tried to put myself out there and not just google my feelings but piece together a map from asking real people over the Internet here and there to try and figure out who I am.

sometime last year (or maybe earlier) I found a YouTube video of a popular creator retelling her coming out story. I just randomly commented on the video about how I had been feeling, not to get a reply but just to comment. but then I actually got a real reply (not from the creator but still a nice person). they said something along the lines of me basically being bicurious. I had never in my life heard of such a word and I had thought that this person was just making it up. one google search later I found out it was a real thing. although at the time of first looking it up I was still very confused about the word... still kinda am? lol. however, just a couple weeks ago I had seen a post somewhere (an ad I think selling pride flags) saying there was an official bicurious flag. I was in shock. I thought it was a scam, but its not, it’s real (I just don't think it’s talked about very often cause it doesn't seem like a solid sexuality that you can claim your entire life). but anyway.

now what i’m gonna say next I don't want to come off in the wrong way (you nonexistent person reading this lol), but I feel like dating a trans person brought me into that “world” a bit more. like, i had literally never met anyone who was trans before him or anyone who was gay or used a they/them pronoun... never. but in his world, all of that was common and normal. and this is where I don't want to come off wrongly... I don't wanna make it seem like because I dated a trans person i’m qualified to be included in the LGBT community now or to talk about LGBT stuff or whatever. I just think because I dated him, it opened up my shallow world a bit. especially because he’s open about it (on a side note I always loved looking at his huge trans flag above his bed. that was the first flag I had really ever memorized because of him. besides the rainbow one obviously lol). like, his best friend uses they/them pronouns, and although i’ve always been aware of that, i’ve only ever seen things about it through YouTube videos and whatnot. I had never had to actually use those pronouns for anyone I knew in real life until I met his best friend. like, everything I knew about that “world” had only been through online researching/consuming. i’d never experienced it in real life before.

I remember one night we talked about it a little. I knew he was bisexual and so I asked him if he’d ever dated a guy. he asked me if I would ever date a girl and i just said that I had always thought about it and that my tinder profile was set to find both genders. then we talked about pride since it was at the beginning of quarantine and we didn't know if parades were still gonna happen or not yet. he said I could always go as an ally because I told him I felt ashamed and like I shouldn't be allowed to attend a pride parade. (of course he reassured me I can go and he wasn't shocked about me liking both genders at all...he just said ‘nice’ lol)

I still have a little inkling in the back of my mind that I still shouldn't be able to attend though. honestly because I don't know what I would be attending as. I feel like an imposter. I don't want people thinking that im doing all this for attention or just because I dated one person in the LGBT community. i’ve been struggling with this for so long... but it just so happens that now at 27 years old im coming to terms with who I am. I just feel like because I didn't figure it out earlier that I’m not “worthy” of being included. I feel like such an outsider because no one’s “invited” me in yet lol because im still trying to figure it out.

and on the same note, I don't feel like i’m worthy because I still really don't have a solid answer. at the moment I just use bicurious because ive never dated a girl before. the trans guy ive been talking about has been the only person i’ve ever been romantically involved with. im serious. I made it 26 years without being with anyone in any type of way. I feel like I don't have the right to call myself bisexual. however, I feel a tiny bit more confident in using that label maybe after I do end up dating a girl in the future and not feel guilty about using it because that same guy calls himself bisexual but told me right out one day that he’s way more attracted to girls than guys and im in the same situation but opposite. the only difference at this point in time is that he’s dated both and I haven't. but thennnn on the other hand, do I even need to label myself at all right now??

even if I did wanna come out, I don't wanna do it until I really have a solid answer about my identity. i just feel like such a fraud or something because im trying to figure it out so late. and like, im going so over the top with my support this year because I feel like I should fit in and maybe im trying too hard? again, I just don't want people thinking its because I dated one trans guy and all of a sudden im huge into the LGBT community. it’s not like that. all of this is just helping me bring out my true self. ugh this is the part where it gets confusing to put into words. i’m aware and I have pure intentions. im just trying to figure out myself after a long time of trying to figure out myself lol

some days the research is overwhelming. there's so many facts and opinions and different people’s stories and labels. as crazy as it sounds I just want someone who’s been gay their whole life to come up and tell me “yup, your bisexual no doubt” lol or something like that. I guess I just want to be validated in my exploration. and i’ve seen random tiktok comments saying stuff like that, that validates me, but the difference is that their comments aren’t directed specifically to me. they don't know me personally. it’s hard to have a random social media comment resonate with me. honestly, and this may sound selfish and not right, but when I was talking to the guy I was seeing, I almost wish he just told me straight out what I was that day. but instead he said I could go to Pride as an ally. and that was probably just him being respectful and not forcing me to be anything, but it almost had the opposite effect on me. by saying I was an ally it felt like he was giving me that permanent label even after telling him I like guys and girls.... ya know?

something recently happened to me that really stuck with me and I was so happy. I have a penpal who is very southern Texas raised religious. she knows the Bible better than I do. I had posted a Pride doodle I did on my Instagram at the beginning of this month and she was the only one who personally responded with an encouraging and supportive dm. if she can support whole heartedly the LGBT community and still love God, then why can't I?? and that's when I trulyyyy knew that I was right and my aunt’s were wrong and I wasn't going insane lol

I wanted to buy a bicurious or pride flag recently. but then was torn when I saw the ally flag (which I also didn't know existed until recently) and the bisexual flag. I know they're just flags but it feels so solid?? like you buy one when you know what you are.... and I don't yet. so I ended up not buying one at all :/

again, there was no purpose to this post because I know no one is going to read it but I just had to type it out into the world so I didn't have to bottle it up anymore.

#lgbt #pride #pride 2020 #lgbt community #bisexual #bi curious #trans #transgender #questioning #sexuality #coming out #me #personal

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sluttyten · 5 years

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this unspoken thing

summary: Ten’s been your best friend for basically forever, and you’ve been kissing him since his sixteenth birthday, but his twenty-third birthday is when everything finally changes.

words: 8,489

pairing: Ten x Reader

When you were young, you and Ten used to imagine a future together. Like, eleven years old, playing house together, camping out under the stars and dreaming about living beside each other forever. And even with all that playing, you never imagined that you could fall in love with each other. It just wasn’t even a thought that crossed your mind.

You were best friends, nothing more.

Until you were sixteen, alcohol soaking your lips in celebration of Ten’s birthday. And it was late and you were alone, passing the smuggled bottle of whiskey back and forth, your feet hanging in the heated swimming pool at a friend’s house.

Everything felt light and warm and good, especially Ten’s hands when they brushed against yours with the bottle. And you just smiled at him and Ten teased you, and the next thing you knew, his lips were pressed against yours.

It was a warm, wet, sticky kiss. Soft and gentle, nothing more than a peck. Over before it really began.

In the morning, Ten claimed he remembered nothing, and you fed that lie with your own, saying that you’d drunk too much. The hangover throbbing like a solid layer of torture around your brain was proof enough that you had had too much to drink, but you, for one, could definitely remember the kiss.

It was a nice kiss.

You thought that maybe, just maybe, if you played your cards right, you could get Ten to kiss you again without changing anything between you. You didn’t want to date him or anything like that. You didn’t have feelings for him. You just wanted to kiss him again because it felt good.

And at sixteen neither of you was really experienced at all. That kiss was only your second kiss; the first had come at a party with a stranger when you were thirteen and it involved sweaty palms and hard-puckered lips, and it could hardly qualify as a real kiss.

So you decided to use that point to your advantage when two weeks later you and Ten were sitting in your bedroom, stretched out on the floor to do your homework together. Your house was empty, everyone gone to work, and it was nice to just have the quiet of Ten’s pen scribbling across the page while he doodled instead of actually doing work. The soft sound of you turning pages in the book you were meant to be reading for class almost sounded loud.

After an eternity, you worked up the courage to sit up and close the book, and you brought it down on Ten’s ass with a loud smack!

He jumped and turned to look over his shoulder at you with a frown. “What was that for?”

“I’m bored,” You groaned. “Can’t we do something other than work? Something fun.”

“Like what?” Ten pushed away his notebook and rolled over onto his back, putting his arms behind his head like a pillow. “Video games? 20 questions?”

You shook your head, your heart beating a million miles an hour in your chest as you sucked in a deep breath and said, “Actually there’s something I’ve been curious about. You can say no, of course. It doesn’t really matter, not at all, like I couldn’t care less if you....”

Your voice trails off, and you look down at your nails, picking at your nailbeds which is an awful terrible habit your mom tried to train out of you years ago without success.

“What?” Ten’s voice sounds small, quiet, nervous.

“Do you wanna, maybe, kiss?” You mumble. Ten makes a noise that’s half-laugh, half-choking, and you look up at him to find him watching you a bit warily, and your defense pops up. “I just mean, like, I’ve only had one other kiss before, and I’m sixteen, I feel like I should know how to kiss, you know? This is stupid, and I shouldn’t have asked because we’re friends, and it’s weird, right? Totally weird. Forget it.”

And then Ten’s knee touches yours. “Are you saying you want me to teach you how to kiss?”

“Yeah, kind of.” You look down at the spot where his knee touches yours. “I mean, I want to make out, but I don’t want to just do that with anyone you know? It just seems fun and like it’ll be nice.”

Ten, your best friend since forever, looks at you for a long few moments, and then he nods.

At first it’s awkward because neither one of you is sure if you should stay on the floor or move to the bed. Should you lock the door or just leave it shut as it is? You decide on locking the door, and when you turn around, Ten’s moved to your bed and it suddenly seems more odd and real and kinda exhilarating that you’re about to kiss Ten again.

It’s awkward again as neither of you is sure where to put your hands. Should he touch your waist, is a hand on your thigh alright, can you touch his hair or does that make this too intimate? But before long you forget all those worries, and all you know is Ten’s lips on yours, kissing like you were parched and he is your only source of water for miles around. He keeps his hands at a respectful point on your ribs, separated from your skin by several layers of clothes, but you lie there in your bed together, kissing like that for what feels like hours until you hear the front door opening and your family coming home.

But that kiss is only the first of many.

Making out with Ten is one of your favorite pastimes. It’s a comfort when you’re lonely. Even years later when you’ve kissed many other people, had sex with other people, dated other people, you still find yourself seeking out your best friend’s arms and lips and it means nothing because you’re friends. It’s never become more than just kissing, maybe a light bit of groping over the clothes, but nothing more.

And it’s perfectly convenient that after the two of you graduated high school, you moved away for university and got an apartment together in the city because finding your way into each other’s arms in times of need is much easier when you don’t have to commute to get there.

“Hey.” Ten’s knuckles rap on your doorframe as he leans in, his hair a mess, his glasses slightly askew, he looks carefree. At the moment, you feel anything but that, and you look back at your laptop just as Ten asks, “Are you doing anything tonight?”

You wait a moment before answering, busy finishing up a paper that’s due before noon, but you drag your gaze away from the screen again.

“It’s your birthday, Ten. Would I be doing anything tonight other than celebrating with you?” Your fingers slide over the keys, the pattering sound of your fingertips transferring your thoughts to the page fills the silence.

Ten hums thoughtfully. “See, the thing is, I don’t have any big plans for us tonight. I’m 23, woohoo. I’m feeling old. My bones feel fragile already, my knees ache, I swear I saw a gray hair.”

You snort at his dramatics.

“I’m not kidding.” Ten walks further into your room. “I can feel the clock ticking away, and I’m plagued with all of these questions. When will I find love? Should I actually have pursued dancing instead of something else? Will Y/N finish this paper in time to spend the night cuddling and watching movies and eating the delicious birthday cake Taeyong and Kun promised to bake for me?”

“What flavor is it going to be?” You ask without your fingers breaking stride. It’s a touch after ten o’clock , so you have under two hours to finish up the paper, and you won’t let even Ten distract you from it.

Ten slides up behind you and he leans in close enough to nip at your skin. “Chocolate, probably.”

You shrug him off, and Ten falls back, laughing. You hope he can’t tell the way that you’re now fighting an internal battle.

Making out with Ten all those years ago was like a sexual awakening. Before that first little kiss you hadn’t really thought or cared much about sex at all. You knew about it as a concept and the logistics of what happened in the sex section of the health textbook, but you didn’t have any idea of what you were really into until the moment Ten kissed you at his sixteenth birthday.

And while nothing seriously sexual had ever happened between you, that’s not to say that you wouldn’t like it to.

But sex is a line that you and Ten haven’t crossed or even approached the topic of having it with one another. Sure you’ve talked about sex. You’re best friends, you’ve both had sex, you’ve been living with each other for around three years, and you talk about stuff like that.

Although, you haven’t mentioned to Ten that you haven’t had sex or even gotten off in about three months, and having his mouth so close to your neck kicks your need to be touched into hyperdrive. You’re starving for affection, for intimacy, for a climax.

“Chocolate sounds great.” You shake your head a little. “Get out of here, I’ll be done with this by noon hopefully. What time are movies and cuddling and cake?”

Ten reaches out and taps your knee. “They’re bringing the cake over around six, so sometime around then I guess? I have to go to the studio and practice for the audition, but I’ll be back before then.”

“Mmkay,” You hum.

Ten brushes a kiss to your cheek and a few moments later you hear the sound of the apartment door swinging shut behind him. You let out a long sigh. You feel like you already know how the night is going to go: you’ll watch a movie, engorge yourselves with cake and whatever alcohol Ten picks up on his way home, your cuddling will turn to kissing which will lead to both of you wishing you were in a relationship where there was more to it, and then you’ll get dressed and go out somewhere with more booze and more people with a great atmosphere and you’ll both wind up going home with different people.

It’s the same thing that has happened the last two years for Ten’s birthdays and your own. Why break tradition at this point?

You finish your paper with time to spare before noon, and you read over it once, double-checking that you’ve properly cited your sources and hit the length requirement, and you submit it and feel that weight lifted off your shoulders.

With the apartment all to yourself for the next few hours, you waste some time. You make yourself some lunch, you clean a bit, you even run out quickly and buy some flowers for Ten because he’d once mentioned that he wished it was normal that guys should get flowers for birthdays and Valentine’s and anniversaries too.

And then when you��re back in the still empty apartment, you take advantage of the bathroom and really give yourself a nice relaxing bath. You fill the old tub with warm bubbly water and slip in, lay back and relax, and try to touch yourself because god knows you need some relief.

You’ve just started fingering yourself, a finger pressed deep inside you, when you hear the apartment door bang open. The familiar sound of Ten dumping all of his stuff (his shoes, his keys, his coat, his bag) beside the door and then walking through the apartment right toward the bathroom door.

A quiet knock.

You swear under your breath and pull your finger out, very annoyed that you’ve managed to get yourself worked up in such a short time, and now you’re interrupted.

“Yeah?” You roll your head back against the edge of the tub, looking over toward the door as the knob turns and it slowly opens.

Ten glances around the door and sees you nearly submerged in the tub of bubbles. “I need to piss.”

“Be quick about it.” You say, and Ten hurries inside, keeping his back to you as he moves to the toilet just across the room. He glances over his shoulder at you again, and you get the message. He’s shy about peeing in front of you, so you pull in a deep breath and then slide down under the water so the bubbles close above your head.

“You can come up now.” Ten’s voice sounds muffled and wavering through the water, and when you surface, wiping bubbles from your eyes and cheeks, you find Ten kneeling right beside the tub, resting his chin on his hands on the edge. He smiles. “Are you almost done? I’m ready to relax and cuddle. Practice was intense and I just really wanna be held right now.”

His fingertips dip into the water and he flicks then a little, spraying your shoulder and part of your chest with bubbles. So, in retaliation, you scoop up a handful of bubbles and blow them at him.

Ten falls back on his ass, laughing and wiping bubbles away from his face. “Come on, I bought some wine and put on some chapstick, I’m ready.”

For a moment you let your imagination take hold. You wonder what it would be like to have that glass of wine right now, to have Ten slip into the tub with you, all of your bare skin touching, wine and the warm water working together to loosen you both up. You imagine the feel of his lips on your skin, trailing over your throat, licking over your chest, his hands between your legs giving you pleasure.

No. You push those thoughts away.

“Give me a few more minutes and I’ll be out,” You say. “Pick the first movie.”

Ten leaves and you take the next few moments to compose yourself, to cool that hot and horny part of you that wants to forget about the movie and just stay in the tub instead to keep trying to get off.

But you hear Ten calling movie suggestions to you, so you get out of the tub and wrap up in a towel to go get dressed. You don’t put on anything fancy, you just pull on some sweatpants and a T-shirt, run a towel over your hair to dry it as well as possible, and then you head out to the living room.

Ten’s already on the sofa, scrolling through his phone, and you pick up the flowers you bought and walk over to him. “These are for you, if you want them.”

He looks up, first his eyes focus on you and then he looks at the flowers. They’re nothing special really, just a bunch of lavender, but from the way Ten’s face lights up, you’d have thought you gave him something really special.

“Take my picture! Take my picture!” Ten insists, snatching up his phone from the sofa and passing it over to you. He steps back so he’s framed in the sunlight coming through the window of the living room, and he holds the flowers up in a pose as if he’s burying his face in them.

You snap a few pictures for him, and then Ten sits the flowers aside and slides over to you. He drags you down onto the sofa, wrapping around you like a koala.

“You’re so warm.” His hands slide around, fingertips dipping just under your shirt. “You smell fresh too, perfect for a nap.”

Ten’s lips brush against your neck, and you feel a lurch of lust in your belly. You wanted to get off so badly in the bath, and after so long of nothing, you feel ready to burst now as you pull back a bit from Ten, turning over so his chest is pressed to your back and you can see the TV with the film already queued to play.

Ten reaches around and presses play on the remote, cuddling you comfortably as the movie starts. You don’t even care what movie it is, all you know is the actors in it are all British and Ten seems to find it funny, but you can’t focus on it at all because his fingers are still just under the edge of your shirt, four fingertips press against your abdomen, and it’s difficult to draw your thoughts from where you’d left off in the bathtub before Ten knocked.

You try to ignore the urge to roll your hips back against Ten’s, to push his hand down into your pants. But the longer you lie there with Ten wrapped up with you, his fingertips gently moving over your belly, the more horny you feel.

As the first movie draws to a close, you think this is your chance. You’ll just excuse yourself to the bathroom, and quickly finger yourself.

“I’ll be right back,” You tell him, and you extract yourself from his arms.

Ten pouts a little, but he watches you go without a word. When you hear the second movie start playing a moment later, you’re grateful, hoping that the noise of the movie will mask any sounds that you might make.

You shut yourself in the bathroom and shove your sweatpants down your legs, push a hand up under your shirt to cup one of your boobs.

You sit back on the toilet, and just the first slide of a finger between your folds sends a thrill through you.

“Fuck.” You sigh and dip your finger down to your dripping entrance, and you’re so wet your finger slides right in and another one beside it. You curl your fingers, searching for your G spot. You just need an orgasm, that burst of pleasure to relax you, take the edge off.

For a moment you pull your fingers out to rub at your clit before ramming your fingers back inside yourself, arching your back, curling your fingers up to drag against your walls pleasurably. You bite your lip as you groan, but you still hear it echoing off the bathroom walls.

And then you hear the sound of the apartment door opening, and Ten’s excited voice calling out, “Taeyong! Kun! My cake!” For a moment you just hear the voices of boys, the creaking of the floor as they move around, and then, “Y/N! Come out here!”

You could ignore him and stay there two fingers deep in your pussy.

But you don’t.

You drag your sweatpants back up and go wash the wetness off your fingers before you go join all the boys occupying your apartment.

By the time you’ve reached them, Ten’s already opened the bottle of wine he brought home, and he’s pouring a glass each for Taeyong and Kun and himself.

“Hey, guys.” You call to the two other boys where they sit on the other side of the kitchen bar. “How did Ten talk you into baking him a whole cake?”

You lean against the counter beside Ten, and for a moment, as your hand brushes his while you steal his wineglass, Ten gives you a strange, sideways look. You ignore him, take a sip, and sit it back down.

“Well, I made Johnny a cake for his birthday with a recipe he said his mom always used,” Taeyong explains. “And believe it or not, when Ten found out it was a homemade cake, he threw a fit about us not loving him enough since we’ve only ever given him storebought cake.”

“And how could I not get involved when Ten whined that Taeyong would probably spit in it just to spite Ten?” Kun says with a grin.

You laugh and loop your arm around Ten’s waist. “You know, Kun volunteering to help probably means this cake has been sabotaged more than if Taeyong had made it alone.”

Ten shrugs, and again you feel his fingertips slide under the hem of your shirt, warm against your skin. He never ranges them higher than right there above your waistband, but just that simple touch has you feeling like you’re short-circuiting.

You can still feel how wet you are, your pussy throbbing. His fingers creating small swirls on your skin just winds you tighter and tighter.

“Let’s try some of this cake, then.” Ten reaches for the fancifully decorated cake. He leans around you as he drags the cake closer, and his chest presses against your back, his leg slips between yours, his thigh slightly pressing between your legs.

On any regular day, this type of contact wouldn’t bother you at all. Physical contact with Ten was totally normal.

But when you’re already super horny, those touches meant so much more to your body. You spin around and push at Ten until he takes a step back.

“Sorry. I didn’t mean to get so close I was just trying to reach the cake.” Ten moves away to grab a knife to slice the cake with, and you move around to sit beside Kun, trying to carefully hide the fact that now your nipples are hard and poking against the front of your shirt since you’d opted out of wearing a bra.

Taeyong grabs a lighter and quickly lights the candles on top of Ten’s cake, and then all of you sing a version of Happy Birthday in various languages before Ten finally blows out the candles and makes a wish.

As you eat the cake, you forget about your raging hormones, the horniness level dropping as you devote yourself to tasting the chocolate and sharing stories about Ten that make all four of you laugh.

You’re in the middle of telling a really hilarious story about a trip you and Ten took in Thailand when Taeyong cuts you off with, “Isn’t that the trip where you two got caught making out? What was that about?”

Ten chokes a bit on his chocolate cake, and you reach over to make sure he’s alright, but he waves you off and reaches for his wine instead. You watch him down the whole glass and immediately reach for the bottle to pour himself some more.

You remember that part of the trip now, although just a moment before you had forgotten it.

Taeil, Johnny, Jaehyun, and WinWin had been on that trip with you and Ten. It was a week of having fun on the beach and in the water during the day, drinking and dancing at night, and it was a fun time that led to one night you and Ten drunkenly making out on the beach after wandering away from the party the resort was throwing.

Now that Taeyong mentioned it, it was all coming back to you.

You remembered the heat of the sand against your shoulders, Ten’s hands in your hair, his lips tasted like tequila, and you were both pretty drunk but Ten was a little more. He was the one to start rolling his hips forward, his erection pressing against you as he moaned against your lips.

It was only a moment before he regained control of himself, murmuring apologies and shuffling backwards to keep his dick away from you.

And then someone laughed, loud and hard, and you looked up to find Johnny doubled over, pointing at the pair of you in the sand.

He thought it was hilarious that you two were making out because none of your friends knew that the making out was somewhat of a regular occurrence with you and Ten. Johnny was definitely planning to exploit the information, which wouldn’t have been the worst info to let slip, but as you were drunk and your mind more than a little hazy from the way Ten had been humping you only a minute before, you yanked Johnny’s shorts down and snapped a picture of his dick before he could complain.

“Tell anyone about this, and I’ll send this out to all of our mutual friends and anyone who you might be interested in.” Your threat worked, or so you thought, and you’d never had to send out that picture.

But now Taeyong’s words meant that at some point Johnny had broken his promise.

“They were making out?” Kun asks incredulously.

You push your plate away, your appetite suddenly gone. “It’s not that big of a deal. Ten and I kiss all the time, you all just never knew about it.”

“What, so you’re friends with benefits?” Taeyong asks. “I can’t believe you’ve been having sex this whole time and none of us knew!”

“No!” Ten’s voice cracks, but he blows right past it and continues, “We’re not like that. Sex is not what it’s about. Just kissing.”

You feel the temperature in the room rising, and you begin busying yourself with cleaning up the mess of the cake. Kun and Taeyong continue teasing the pair of you until finally Ten groans.

“Get out. Oh my god.”

He hides his face in his hands, his elbows rested on the countertop.

Kun snickers and then stands up, grabs Taeyong, and drags him out the door. “Goodbye!”

“I’m going to kill Johnny,” You say as soon as the door snaps shut. “I threatened him with releasing his dick pic if he told anyone, but he still told!”

“Johnny doesn’t care about people seeing his dick.” Ten stands up and takes his fingers through his hair. “And I barely remember that night, could you maybe refresh my memory on while you have a picture of his penis?”

You reach for your phone, wondering if you still even have that picture. “As blackmail so he wouldn’t do exactly what he did anyway. He saw us making out and thought it was hilarious and I pantsed him and then took a picture and threatened him. It turned out perfectly because it’s a very unflattering picture.”

The room is quiet for a moment as you scroll through your phone.

“Are you so embarrassed of making out with me that you would blackmail John just to keep it a secret?” Ten’s not looking at you as he asks. Instead he stares down at his wine, swirling it around in the glass.

“Ten, what? No, I’m not embarrassed! It was my idea in the first place!” You slip your phone into the pocket of your sweatpants and walk over to him, take the wineglass from his hand, and sit it down on the counter. “I’m not embarrassed, I just like keeping it between us because people won’t understand. Like, Taeyong just jumped to the conclusion that we must be having sex if we’re making out. Most people would jump to that conclusion probably. And it’s nobody’s business but our own if we want to make out as friends or as more.”

Ten nods, satisfied with that answer. “Okay, but does them knowing about it make you want to stop? Because, you know it’s like traditional now that we make out on our birthdays right?” He smiles cheekily and nudges you with his shoulder.

“Birthday tradition can continue. Don’t worry.” You place your hand on the back of his head and slip your fingers into his hair for a moment. “You think I’m going to let what Taeyong said scare me away from kissing the best kisser I’ve ever kissed?”

“No.” Ten laughs and wraps his arms around you, causing you to squeal in surprise, and he drags you away from the countertop, out of the kitchen and toward the sofa in the living room.

A movie is still paused in the screen, and Ten presses play as he flops down onto the sofa, pulling you down with him so you’re pressed to his chest. Your legs slot together, one of his arms slides around your waist, his fingers once more finding their home under your shirt just above the waistband of your sweatpants, and you just sigh and rest your head on his chest.

You stay like that for a while as the night outside grows thicker and darker, and Ten seems totally immersed in the movie. It’s a decent film, but you just can’t stay interested because the horny part of you refuses to stay buried for long.

Ten’s not even doing anything, it’s entirely your own fault. You’re kind of straddling one of his legs, his scent (which is a mix between something very fresh and something very boyish and sweaty since he’d not showered after his practice for the audition earlier) clings to his shirt which you have your nose buried against, and your imagination gets carried away with trying to entertain you where the movie lacks.

So that’s why you end up tilting your head a bit and shifting against Ten’s thigh, and you press your lips to his throat.

Ten twitches.

He doesn’t tell you to stop though, so you don’t. You kiss his throat, feeling his pulse beneath your lips. Your nipples are hard, and you pray that Ten can’t feel them pressed against his chest just like you hope he can’t feel how wet you’re getting again, soaking through your thin sweatpants.

You only kiss his throat for a minute before you grow tired of it, so you press your fingers against his jaw and turn his head away from the TV. Ten watches you as you lean up on your elbows, following your every move as you lick your lips and glance down at his lips and move a bit of your hair back behind your ear.

“Come on,” He urges you, teasingly.

“Shut up.” You shift a little, and in doing so Ten’s thigh is suddenly pressed just right between your legs. You bite your lip, and Ten looks away, letting his gaze slip down between your bodies to the place where his thigh is snugly tucked against you.

“We’ve done this a thousand times before, why’re you hesitating now?” Ten moves a little as well, and it could be an accident but you highly suspect it wasn’t, as his thigh shifts against you, giving your clit just a bit of friction.

You hesitate now only because of how horny you are. It’s back in fully force. Nipples peaked, pussy wet, body craving an orgasm like you need it to survive. And if you kiss Ten now, you’re not so sure if you’ll be able to hold yourself back from crossing that line you’ve both managed to keep between you all this time.

“I don’t care, you know,” Ten says after another moment. “About this unspoken thing.”

“What—?” You start to ask, but Ten speaks up again.

“I know you were masturbating in the bathroom earlier.” His lips quirk into a smile. “Before Taeyong and Kun got here. The movie wasn’t really very loud and I could hear you making these quiet little sounds that got a little louder before you stopped. And I bet you were doing that in the bath, too. You’ve been so horny lately.”

“I haven’t gotten off in over three months, Ten.” You whine.

“What do you want me to do about that? Forgive me if I’m wrong,” He whispers, “But was more ever really an option before now, or did I just miss all the signs?” Ten’s fingers move under your shirt again, this time slipping up your back, tracing over your spine.

He pushes your shirt higher and higher up your back, his fingers ranging higher, until at last his fingers dive into your hair.

You let the gentle pressure of his fingers against your scalp guide your mouth down to his.

This part, at least, is familiar.

Ten’s lips on yours, his taste, his tongue. You know them well.

The way that his hands have your shirt pushed up is uncomfortable, and when you murmur those words against his lips, Ten smiles and kisses you again before replying, “Then take it off.”

“Are we doing this?” You sit up, breaking away from his lips. “Crossing this line?”

“I’m trying to help you out. You’re horny, I don’t want to go out, and everyone’s going to think we’re having sex anyway after Taeyong and Kun undoubtedly tell everyone. Unless you have any unflattering pictures of their dicks in your phone too?”

You shake your head. “Just Johnny’s.”

Ten’s hands slide down your body, to your hips. He holds there for a moment, and his eyes meet yours. “Do you want me too?”

His thumbs rub circles on your skin, distracting you, fogging your mind with lust.

“Do I want you to what?” You ask, and your hips begin moving on his thigh, the movement of his fingers on your skin doing nothing to persuade you not to.

Ten laughs a little and then he sits up too, face-to-face with you.

For a moment you feel sixteen again, perched on your bed, on the edge of something momentous. Do you kiss him or not?

Your heart pounds and you put your hands on his shoulders, firm and warm under your hands. And Ten leans in slowly, his head tilted a bit to the side, his hands a definite weight on your hips, and then he kisses you again, like the first time when you were sixteen sitting beside the pool on his birthday.

It’s quick and sweet and nice.

Ten touches his forehead against yours. “Do you want me. Yes or no?”

“Yes.” You twist your fingers together behind his neck. “Yeah. Kiss me.”

This time when Ten kisses you, he pushes you over into your back and flattens himself on top of you. He lifts your shirt up your chest, and his a hand immediately goes to your boob, pinching one nipple between his fingers just to hear the sound you make. He grinds against you, and you can feel him getting hard, the silkiness of his basketball shorts is an easy slide.

It should be more awkward, a part of you feels. When you’re finally taking this step of getting naked with your best friend, there should be more fumbling, less surety of what next.

But there’s none of that.

Ten is smooth as he pulls your shirt over your head, kneading your breasts with his hands. You slip your hand into his shorts, dig your fingers into his ass and pull him against you. He grinds forward again, and his chin knocks into yours.

“Ouch,” you hiss.

“I’m sorry.” Ten kisses your chin. “Do you want me to make it up to you?”

You nod and pout at him. Ten laughs and kisses your pouty lips, and his hand goes right between your legs, touching you over the sweatpants.

“Shit, you’re so wet. You’ve soaked through your pants.” Ten presses his fingers against you, rubbing your clit. You huff out a quiet sound and cover your chest with your hands as Ten sits back. “What are you doing that for? I want to see you.”

His fingers tug at your sweatpants, and you kick them off, just wanting to feel him.

“No panties,” Ten clucks his tongue at you. “I can’t believe that.”

He drops your sweatpants to the floor, and at the same time leans in to kiss your thighs and hips. He seems like he’ll be perfectly content to just take his time, and while you have always loved getting kissed by Ten, right at that moment all you want is an orgasm.

“Ten, Ten.” You tug at the sleeve of his shirt and he pauses for a moment to look up at you. “Ten, can you eat me out?”

He doesn’t answer, he just does it.

Ten wraps his arms around your thighs and licks a stripe between your legs. “Tell me how you like it.”

“Tongue on clit,” You tell him. Ten immediately listens, and you moan his name, thighs squeezing in around his head. “God, Ten.”

Each command you give him, he follows without question. He flicks his tongue over your clit until your legs are twitching, pumps a few fingers inside you, fucks his tongue into you and rubs his thumb against your clit.

He reaches up to knead your boobs, and keeps eating you out like you’re his cake.

“Cum for me.” Ten curls two fingers inside you, swirling his thumb against your clit, and he kisses your thigh, his lips warm and slick against your skin. “I want to feel you cum for me.”

The orgasm that floods through you shakes your whole body. You bite down on your lip to keep from making too much noise, but as Ten keeps fingering you and licking your clit, you find it harder and harder to control the volume of the sounds you’re making.

“So hot,” Ten moans. He licks and slurps at your pussy, and you think you could cum again just like that but Ten backs off and kneels up. He’s so hard in his shorts and you reach for the shape of his dick, but Ten shakes his head. “You don’t have to.”

“What are you talking about? I want to.” You sit up, and for a moment you’re brutally aware of the fact that you’re sitting there on the sofa entirely naked while Ten is still fully dressed. It’s simply not fair. “I want to for purely selfish reasons, if that’s what you’re worried about. I just want another orgasm. Ten, will you have sex with me?”

He moans and falls forward, his lips seek out yours and you loop your legs around Ten, holding him down against you. His lips and tongue taste like you, and it’s not a flavor that you dislike necessarily, but after a moment you can’t take it anymore.

“Fuck me.” You pull on the waist of his shorts.

Ten chuckles and kisses your forehead. “You’re being a bit of a naughty slut, aren’t you? Begging for my cock like this as if I didn’t just make you cum so hard your eyes rolled back in your head.” He shakes his head at you in mock disapproval.

You plunge your hand inside his shorts and wrap your hand around his hard cock. “Ten, come on.” Your lips drag along his throat.

He makes a choked noise and scrambled up to his feet, pulling you with him. You try to grab your clothes before Ten pulls you away toward his room, but you only manage to grab your sweatpants by the leg, dragging them along as Ten hurries to his room.

You fling your sweatpants toward the bed as soon as you’re through his door.

Ten’s hands on your waist are warm and gentler and he lifts you a little to move you into the middle of his bed. His fingers drag against your wet pussy again, and just when you least expect it, he pulls his hand away and slaps it back down right where you’re sensitive.

You yelp and moan, reaching immediately for his wrist to keep him from doing it again even if it did feel good. The sensation zapped through your body and now your nipples stand painfully hard and you’re so wet for him.

“Like I said, a horny slut. You want to feel me inside you?” Ten ghosts his lips over yours, just teasing you with his close he is yet still out of reach. Story of your life, honestly. “Don’t move. I’ll be right back.”

You feel the cool air of the room wash over your skin in Ten’s sudden absence from right beside you, but you watch him move across the room, rustling through his chest of drawers, through a basket in the closet.

“What are you doing?” You whine, and you sneak your hand toward your chest to pinch your nipples for a little relief. “Hurry up!”

Ten makes a low sound, darker and sexier than any other noise you’ve heard from him before, and he leaps back into the bed, splitting your thighs apart. “Hush. I can just stop if I’m going too slow for you.”

You tug at his shirt, and when he pulls that over his head and casts it aside, you realize what it is that he was searching for.

He holds a condom in his hand.

You’re clean and on birth control and don’t have any problem with a guy cumming inside you, but you don’t say any of that, figuring maybe it’s better to be a little extra cautious when it’s Ten and getting accidentally and miraculously knocked up with his baby would be an interesting and unexpected development in this long-lasting and largely platonic relationship.

Ten tears the wrapper open, and it’s only then that he shoves his shorts down.

You’ve seen his dick before although on those few rare occasions, it had been in a far less sexual context, and you have to say, right now you’re also looking at it in a more appreciative light.

“Fuck me.” You reach for him, but Ten bats your hand away so he can roll the condom down his erection. And then he kicks his shorts the rest of the way off, and he leans down into you. You can feel the tip of his cock brushing between your legs and you just want him to thrust forward, to bury himself inside you.

But he doesn’t.

Ten doesn’t do anything but rest his forehead against yours again.

“I can’t lie to you,” he whispers, as if the world might be listening too closely. “I’ve wanted this for a long time, and I just never said anything. You’re my best friend, I didn’t want to make things awkward even though we were always kissing, and that was nice. Too nice sometimes.”

You reach up and push your fingers into his hair. “I know. I’ve felt your boners before when we were making out. Good stuff, great material for when I needed something to think about. But you know what would really give me something to think about?”

Ten sighs, and you can see the smile on his lips, amused with just how thirsty you are for his cock inside you.

You press your lips to his, soft like barely there, and you whisper, “If you actually were inside me. Please, Ten. I just want to feel you fill me up. Call me a slut some more.”

He presses his hand into the bed on either side of your head and pushes up to look down at you.

You touch his arms, stroking up over his biceps and then his shoulders, down his sides to his hips and then you run your hands up his abdomen and chest, all the while humming with pleasure at the feel of toned muscle beneath his warm golden skin. “Ten, please.”

“Thirsty slut.” He murmurs to you before he leans down again, capturing your lips in a kiss while he reaches down with one hand to direct his cock towards your entrance.

You feel him right there. A tease of pressure, the hint of heat.

“Ten.” You twist your arms around his neck and shoulders. “I’m not afraid to leave you with blue balls if you don’t—“

He thrusts in with ease, you’re so wet and open for him that he bottoms out with no problem.

“Oh,” he moans. “So good. I don’t want to move, you feel so nice around me.”

Despite his words, Ten starts moving his hips, thrusting into you slow enough that he can comfortably kiss you, slow and sweet like molasses, enjoying the feel of you and the taste of you. And you feel the same with him.

While you usually like sex to be faster-paced, Ten’s hitting everything just right, and you clutch him closer. Chest-to-chest, your legs raised up on either side of him to give Ten a better angle, he fucks into you deep, a slow glide right where you need him.

It doesn’t take long before he is moving faster, skin slapping skin, the kissing more breathing and moaning and brushing of lips than actually kissing.

Ten’s fingers drop back to your clit, intent on getting you off again as he fucks you. He wants to feel you fall apart on his cock, like he’d been fantasizing about for years now. A dream finally made real.

“Are you gonna cum for me again?” Ten’s hips snap forward, fast and hard. His head falls foraward, his hair in front of his eyes, and you reach up to push the strands away. You want to see his face, to see his eyes when you cum, and when you stroke your fingers over his cheek, Ten leans into your touch and bites his lip and his eyes lock onto yours.

Your orgasm builds and builds, tingling slowly and then encompassing you with each snap of his hips, each of Ten’s quiet grunts and moans mixed with requests for you to cum for him.

You lurch up when Ten hits that spot just right inside of you, triggering your orgasm.

Your mouth knocks against his, your arms around his shoulders shake and you cling tighter. Your legs curl up on either side of his hips, squeezing, trying to pull him in closer and deeper.

Ten swears at the sensation of your pussy quivering around his cock, and he sinks into you only a few more times and then he falls apart with a cry, pressing himself down over you again and burying his face in your shoulder.

Your whole body feels electric and it’s the best orgasm you’ve had in ages. Your body feels a little noodly, and you just cling onto Ten, his chest pressed to yours, heart beating a rapid pattern opposite your own.

“It would be nice to stay like this,” You whisper. The apartment suddenly seems so quiet. “Can I stay in here tonight?”

The thought of going back to your own room to the cold, lonely bed sounds like the most miserable thing right now. You just want to stay right there.

“Yeah, of course,” Ten says, but then he starts moving.

You whine a little as he pulls out. Both of you grimace a little at the sound as your pussy reluctantly lets him go, and then also at the sudden feeling of absence.

“I’m not going anywhere. Patience.” Ten kisses your shoulder and then he’s sitting on the edge of the bed, tying off the condom carefully and he drops it in a trash bin beside the bed. He flops back down beside you.

For several minutes you stay like that, relaxing in the comfortable silence. You feel like maybe this should all feel different. Ten’s been your best friend for almost your whole life, and you’ve just had sex with him, but you don’t really feel any different. He’s still just your best friend Ten who you kissed on a thousand occasions and who you have now had sex with.

You turn your head and look at him.

He’s staring up at the ceiling, and you trace his silhouette with your eyes. Ten’s so handsome, you’ve always thought so. He’s handsome and gentle and kind and funny, hems a great kisser, apparently a great lover. He’s your best friend and you think that maybe, you could love him. Hell, you might already be in love with him. It’s hard to tell because the way you’ve felt toward him has always been the same: a desire to keep him close, to talk to him and touch him and see him.

You’re still staring at him when Ten finally turns his head to look at you. He rolls into his side to face you, and when he reaches over to you, you hope he touches your cheek, but instead he touches your hair.

“What does this make us? Are we still just friends making out and occasionally having sex?” Ten asks, brushing his fingers through your hair. “Or, you know, more?”

And even though you’ve just been thinking all of these same things, you play it cool.

“We’ll see.” You roll away and sit up to search the floor for a shirt to put on. Ten’s fingers fall down your back, tracing your spine, and you’re not sure you’ll even be used to that nice feeling of his hands on your body.

There’s a shirt of Ten’s draped over his desk chair only a few feet away, so you step off the bed to retrieve it and pull it on, and you grab your phone from the pocket of your sweatpants before you slide back into bed with him.

Ten shifts around, and you can see his eyes growing heavy as you lie there beside him while scrolling through your phone. He settles into the blankets tugging them up to his chin, looking soft and cute and not at all like he’s been calling you a slur just fifteen minutes before.

At some point he starts to drift off, but you’re searching through your phone, trying to find that picture, and after scrolling through a few years worth of photos, you spot the one you were looking for all this time.

“I found it,” You exclaim. You slap your hand over your mouth and look over at Ten.

“Found what?” He mumbles with his face buried in the pillow.

You scoot closer to him. “The picture of Johnny’s dick. Look.”

Ten’s eyes open and he lifts his head from the pillow, pulling your phone toward his face and squinting at it. And sure enough, there’s a picture of Johnny’s penis on the screen of your phone, and Ten can’t help but burst out in laughter. “That’s definitely unflattering. Hold on, send it to him.” Ten releases your hand, but promptly slides his arm around you and pulls you against his chest so you can both look at your phone.

You attach the image to the text “remember this?”

The reply comes just a minute later, “you still have that” with a crying face. And then a second “I’m sorry I was drunk when I told Taeyong about you and Ten.” And then a third “but hey if you even get tired of not getting dick from Ten at least you know what I’m working with.”

You send another picture, this one with the message, “I think I’m good for now. Thanks.”

The picture shows you tucked into Ten’s side, his bare chest, your lips against his cheek as Ten sticks his tongue out at the camera. Both of you look a little bit of a mess with your hair in disarray and it’s only while looking at the picture you realize that you left a hickey on Ten’s throat.

“Let that leave him wondering,” Ten laughs. “But for tonight, you’re all mine.” He wraps his arms around you and you bury yourself against his chest, feeling warm and snug beneath the sheets with Ten.

a/n: It’s Ten’s birthday!! And I love him and hope he’s having/had the happiest birthday!

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Secret Scarves Pt 32

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Lost in your thoughts from your way to fetch Jax when you had crossed paths with Theoden, reeling himself learning his girlfriend just got handed eviction papers that morning. With a week to move out of her place and in with Theoden you felt more pressure than ever to find your own place granting them some well needed privacy. Word had bubbled back from Theodred that their hours were being upped bringing with it the sheepish admission that they wouldn’t be able to fully care for Jax. So lost in your thoughts you remembered all the listings you had read through the past two weeks you had been turned down for with a short list unavailable for a few weeks yet.

Thankfully your classes were light that day easing your pick up times, though in the breaks between class you scanned over listings on your phone for several you could neither qualify for or commute easily between schools, work and to visit the guys. From the minute the lecture started Thranduil’s brows sunk at your seemingly anxious behavior, and with Jax seated in Thranduil’s chair working on homework he couldn’t just grab him and take him to the office to ease into his chair to subtly text you uncovering the reason.

Between the note taking and your struggle not to cry at your dilemma and smirk at Thranduil’s deepening expression in his forced silence your eyes kept wandering to Fili’s desk beside yours as he kept writing something and doodling between his own bouts of notes. Eventually a slip of paper was eased your way and a grin spread onto your face at his simple request for another film to take you to over the weekend.

Peering up again to Thranduil on your way to glance at the next slide on another set of ruins, over the quiet chatter of those not paying attention, out of nowhere he blurted out in Elvish, “I love you.” Without a pause a few young women were heard saying soft, “Awws” while the other students grew quiet at his statement wondering why and to whom he had said it.

Tapping the tip of your pen on your notebook you were glad to have your ears covered by your hair to hide your blush. While Fili stole the chance to pat his free hand on your nervously bouncing leg under the table while Thranduil’s brows tightened again and he stated in the common tongue, “I can think of twenty structures and monuments for the reason of proving or declaring Love. There have been a great number of structures built with a meaning or intention so powerful behind it. Instead a typical essay I want you all to find one that was built for great purpose or meaning of a message such as proclaiming affection or dedication and tell me about it. No less than five pages, be sure it is meaningful and not just because ‘it’s really badass’.” He added switching the slides between a glance at one of the guys in class who had written that in one of his latest essays making him slouch a bit more in his chair.

The rest of class blurred on as you focused on your notes avoiding Thranduil’s gaze spiking his heart rate to match yours wondering if he had upset or embarrassed you. Finally it was over and you packed up feeling Fili’s hand ease across your back while Kili behind you both leaned in to rumble, “What’s wrong?”

You shook your head forcing a smile “I’m fine,” folding a slip of paper between your fingers following Fili down the steps by his hold of your hand. At the bottom you passed around Thranduil at his podium catching his panicked gaze at you that flinched at your fingers subtly dipping into his back pocket. You crouched to find Jax still in the middle of his packet where he asked, “Can I stay here to finish?”

You nodded leaning in to kiss his forehead, “I’ll see you in a couple hours then.” Rising at his grin and shift to refocus to turn spotting Thranduil’s fingers easing out of his pocket with note between them looking you over.

“You don’t mind watching him?”

He shook his head, “Not at all.” Softer he asked, “What’s wrong?”

Shaking your head through another grin you glanced at the students entering, “I’m fine. Gotta head to Dwalin’s.”

“Jaqi-.” He pled softly turning as you walked around him. “Text me in Dwalin’s.”

Behind you the boys looked you over clearly seeing something was wrong as well. Though halfway to Dwalin’s as usual they left your sides to head off to their rugby practice. At the last of his students taking their seats while the first clip played again Thranduil finally unfolded your note and grinned reading, “I love you too, Big Leaf.” Subtly he eased his phone from his pocket, replacing it with his note, waiting for your text and for his cue to begin speaking again.

Passing Dwalin you felt his eyes on you wondering what was wrong on your path to your seat, recognizing that look from back before Christmas when he took you home on his lunch. Basic formulas were set out and in the middle of your first section of notes he once again glanced up at you then halted seeing you wiping away the stray tear that rolled down your cheek granting an uncommon pause for notes. His eyes sank to your subtly bouncing feet in your next glance at the blank message you were trying to word properly to fill him in that you had to find a place to live for you and Jax. Knowing full well he would offer his, an offer you didn’t want him to be forced into.

Though as you followed along through his next section your eyes dropped to your phone seeing Boromir’s message, “Can you come home?”

Parting your lips your heart spiked again and you quietly put up your things and trotted down the steps raising your phone mouthing, “Sorry,” to Dwalin, who nodded and continued on as you dialed Boromir back and raised the phone to your ear leaving him to assume it was another family emergency.

Wetting your lips you passed back by the same paths and peeked through Thranduil’s door seeing Jax still working a hard sigh left you and at Boromir’s next voice message playing again you hung up and trotted towards your sub. A flash of blonde darted into your path and your head turned catching Fili in full trot at your side, “What’s going on?”

“Boromir asked me to come home.”

“For?”

You shrugged, “He won’t pick up.”

Fili nodded, “Let’s go then. Where’s Jax?”

“Thranduil’s class finishing an assignment.”

A call from Kili halted Fili and he groaned, “Fuck, practice...”

You turned kissing him on the cheek, “You go, I’ll handle this.” Then turned to race towards your sub you started and took off on as he rolled his eyes groaning at having to leave you alone in whatever you had to deal with.

...

“Boromir?!” Your eyes looked over all the piles of totes in the front room on your path through the apartment until you spotted Eowyn coming from your closet, “Jaqi! You’re here! So, I’ve been packing your things..”

Her voice halted at the tear rolling down your cheek, “Why?”

She neared you claiming your hands while Arwen came out of Frerin’s with another box she added to the stacks, “That’s the last of it I can find.”

She looked you both over and went to join you, stroking your back. “Oh dear, he didn’t explain, did he?”

Eowynn, “Boromir-.” At the door opening behind you the man himself with Faramir, Aragorn and Eomer stood panting with carts ready to be filled again for their next trip.

Boromir saw your face and moved quickly to you guiding you to the couch, “Here Darling, I’ll explain it all.”

On the couch he gave you a soft smile brushing his thumb along your cheek drying your tear trail, “Theoden’s been keeping me in the loop, back since the first spot of trouble at his lady’s place. And like I told you when I moved here it was to settle down. The one thing I knew I had to do was ensure you had a place. Now I know you have the guys but it’s been barely two months, you’re nowhere near moving in level, technically, neither am I, and there’s Jax to think about.”

“Bo-,”

He shook his head, “I bought a house. Out near Thran, so, Darling, until summer starts I will be staying with Dwalin at the apartment, as I can assume Thorin will be spending most of his time with you in the guest house to our new place.”

“Guest house-?”

He nodded, “Now, back in Gondor you had to hear and see pretty much everything, and this way, even though the house is large enough you will have your own kitchen, guest rooms, living room so we will both have our own spaces and still be close by. Plus, it has an indoor pool and gym, and a fully customized closet for you and built ins in your study for your medals and trophies.”

“Uncle knows?” He nodded and your eyes lowered then shut, “How am I going to explain it to Jax-?”

His fingers tapped your chin and you locked your eyes on his again, “That project he is working on, the last time I picked him up I let him in on the move. Said it was a surprise for you. Asked him to make something for your new living room wall.” He wet his lips, “I take it uncle has him?”

You shook your head, “Thranduil.”

He nodded and grinned, “Well, whenever Frerin gets here after work he’ll see he’s got a room too. For as long as he’s wishing to be near you both, or at least till he gets the courage to ask Tea out.”

Eomer, “Now, up and at ‘em, I say with your sub we’ve got an easy final trip left.”

Boromir helped you up, “Don’t worry, you’ll love it, fully furnished it with all your favorites, Jax loves his room already.”

Eomer kisses your forehead, “No worries Sis, Dad’s gonna handle the address change at school.”

Easily with your sub loaded, once you had made a final run through ensuring you had everything, following the guys’ the apartment was locked up and you memorized the new path home to find a home larger than Thranduil’s, of which you passed along the way.

The long drive wrapped around the house where you found a smaller garage behind a loop to turn around in attached to the separated guest house joined by the covered pool and gym. The guest house was nearly double the size of your apartment, two stories with the guest rooms upstairs and yours taking up nearly the whole back half of the bottom floor beside Jax’s with your closet and his bathroom between them. One by one the totes were moved into the rooms they would fill before Boromir claimed your hand, “Time for the tour.”

From the dishes he had chosen to the fully stocked fridge and pantry spreading into the dining room. With a table that could expand if necessary by joining the sliding blocks lining the walls coated in sparse vases and knick knacks with benches built into the bases adding to your counter space when unused he remembered everything you had ever said you wanted in a home of your own.

From there he led you through the living room, where your section of the film collection was put up with several others he had stockpiled for you both since you had moved out. Large cuddle friendly couches and armchairs large enough for the men surrounded more cube tables for meals and drinks.

Opposite that was your study, the walls covered in shelves and cubbies with a mahogany desk in the center adjoined by a smaller one for Jax in front of a small section with his art supplies and a corner for his Legos. The far wall set up with a proper display case for your medals Boromir had already set up for you in proper order around matching pictures.

Again his hand folded around yours and he led you on to your bedroom, the large room with a larger bed with the perfect mattress with night tables matching the platform holding your bed with drawers underneath. Random cubbies were around the room for added storage with a set of bench trunks under the covered windows holding more blankets and pillows.

A wide grin spread on his face guiding you to your master bath with an incredible deep tub opposite your walled in shower, all with shimmering black tiles making the silver features and pale blue cabinets under the sinks pop. The sinks with a grouping of cubbies and shelves on either side for ‘His and Hers’ storage and grey tiled floors coated in plushy mats. A tilt of his head later while closing the towel closet he had filled with plushy yellow towels matching the wash cloths and hand towels on the sink as well as the soap and toothbrush holder.

Around the tub he led you through a sliding door you had missed before. Through it a massive closet with clear distinction of space from yours to the ‘His’ section with an island in the middle for more storage with built in cushioned seats around it. “What, the…”

Your eyes met Boromir’s and he chuckled, “Wanted to make sure you have enough space.”

“This entire house-..”

He chuckled again, “Come on, let’s go see Jax’s.” You nodded sheepishly finding his room set up with bookshelves loaded with his favorites, “Copies from Theo’s, to make sure he’s got one everywhere. Plus a few extras. And there’s a full wall for toy storage, with a good sized closet he can grow into.”

Glancing up at him you asked, “I thought the plan was to have me move out eventually-,”

He chuckled, “The plan, Darling, is for you to feel at home. Plus, if Thran gets a few ideas on how to improve his home-,”

“His home is lovely as it is.”

Boromir chuckled, “Minor cosmetic touches, Darling. Here is your space, they have theirs, now you have a place you can bring them back to, and they can come and see you whenever they or you wish. One thing, I wasn’t able to add the doorbell blinking light feature.”

You nodded, “Jax doesn’t need to be worried about that anyways.” Making him chuckle, “What did you do to Frerin’s things?” A buzz from your pocket had you ease your phone out on the trot behind him upstairs where you eyed the five guest rooms, the largest of which went to Frerin, with a built in desk and his totes already stacked inside for what he had brought over or bought for himself in his short stay. A large bed for him with colors you assumed to be more suited for his tastes and a decent sized bath and attached closet.

When Eomer was chatting with Boromir you glanced at your phone spotting Thranduil’s message at his own impatience, “Surprise test Love?”

Wetting your lips you replied, “I had to leave.” For a moment he paused leaving the room silent at the end of his last clip until he hit the clicker to carry on when he noticed as you replied, “Boromir needed my help to finish packing our things. He bought a house.”

While he started talking he eyed the phone waiting for your response to, “You’re moving? Why didn’t you say anything?”

“Theoden’s lady got evicted, I’ve been looking since coming from Gondor knowing I’d need a place for Jax. Boromir planned this since he decided to move out apparently. I’ll show you after school if you like.”

“I would love that.” He replied then turned off the display focusing on the rest of his lecture he made sure to add in his new assignment. Stealing glances at Jax wondering just where you had been moved off to through the sting in his chest that you hadn’t just said something, knowing full well he had the space even if you had only been officially together for a short time.

With your essentials put away you wet your lips eyeing the time as Arwen and Aragorn left once Eowyn and Faramir did the same to meet their early morning sonogram appointment with Eomer having left once you had been shown the second story for a surprise date with his girlfriend, all stealing hugs from you along the way. Grinning at you Boromir stated, “I think you can hurry back in time to catch your last class.”

You nodded in his guiding you to the door where he grinned passing you a set of keys with a trex on the top circle of the one to your front door, “I can’t thank you enough.”

He chuckled accepting your tight hug, “No need. I wanted to build us a nest of our own. Besides, wait until you see the main house, no doubt Dwalin will be dying to have our first overnight granting you a night with Thorin in the apartment, if he doesn’t try to move himself into yours steadily over time.”

Again you giggled moving to the sub, “Of course, no wonder you made the closet so big.”

“I imagine Fili will be creeping in as well soon enough as well to be closer to you.” Closing your door you started it up seeing him head back to the main house after saying, “I’ll have a dinner waiting for you all after school and message Frerin about the change.”

Just barely in time you managed to make it to Thorin’s while he passed out the surprise tests he had made. A pleased glint flashed in his eyes at your soft apology closing the door behind you in your path to your empty desk, assuming handing Jax off had delayed you. Wetting your lips you set your bag on your lap and drew out a pen accepting the test from him while he eyed your slight beading across your forehead and fluffed out ponytail revealing a rough path to his class.

Back at his desk he kept his eyes on you until you finished and turned it in, slipping him a flash of a smile on your way back again through the others passing in the single sheet test before his set slides. Each time he glanced at you he caught your grin spreading as your mind kept going back to Big Leaf’s confession earlier, your expression hidden by your propped up arm. The full class he tried not to stare or falter in his planned lesson, only assuming that you had something planned he hoped to be a part of, knowing you had quite the night planned for you both the night prior.

Packed up you trotted down the steps to his desk where he inhaled deeply once his lip was released from between his teeth to rumble in thick Khuzdul, “You were smiling.”

Weakly giggling you brushed your bangs out of your face stealing his chair, curling your legs in it, while he packed up stirring up his smirk in your watching the final students leave, “Big Leaf had a slip of the tongue in class.”

He turned to you leaning against his desk, “Oh?”

You nodded and giggled out, “He said, I love you.” Making him chuckle lowly, “Managed to work it into the lesson as an assignment, finding structures with a meaning behind it.”

“Nice save.” His grin spreading, “That the only reason you’re smiling?”

His eyes scanning over your face hopefully through the Durins pouring in with equally as elated moods seeing your grin, “Boromir had a surprise for me.” Behind them hand in hand Thranduil led Jax into the classroom who sprinted to you as you giggled and leaned forward helping him onto your lap to kiss his cheek and hum by his ear, “You, little one, when did you get so good at keeping secrets?”

He giggled saying, “Not a secret, a surprise.”

Looking up at the Durins you said, “Boromir is making us dinner, all of us, at our new palce.”

Their mouths fell open and Fili asked, “You’re moving? When, where?”

While Kili asked, “What’s wrong with yours?”

“My uncle’s lady has to move out of hers and Jax is going to be with me full time, so, we needed a place.”

Fili’s arm stretched out and pointed at Thranduil, “He’s got room.”

Your head tilted, “I’m not going to force us on anyone.” The men, including Thranduil scoffed, “Don’t even, besides, Boromir set it all up so you can scoff at him through dinner.”

Dwalin, “So, he has a house now?”

The growl in his voice proving he didn’t know about it either, “Yes, where he is making dinner, hungry?”

They all nodded and Fili moved to your side asking, “Where is it? The house.”

You grinned at him, “You’ll see.” Glancing back at Thorin you said, “Hope Frerin won’t be too upset at the sudden change.”

Thorin chuckled, “Oh he won’t be. He’s been wondering about what you’ll do when she moved in with your Uncle, even talked about looking at some listings out here himself.”

“No doubt that would be against his new plan of moving back to woo my cousin.”

Thorin scoffed, “What makes you think that?”

“Think what? That he no doubt plans to leave or he no doubt plans on wooing my cousin?”

Dwalin chuckled, “What made you assume he planned on leaving once he got to know you?”

“What about Tea?”

Thorin smirked at you, “I don’t doubt Frerin will try to spend as long as he can with you. The commute is worth it.”

“Keep talking like that and someone might assume you mean he’s not wanting to just be my fake boyfriend anymore.”

Kili chuckled saying, “Obviously not. You’re his sister, he wants to be around you and Jax.”

Fili nodded, “You’ll see. Even with Tea he still has a lot of ground to cover before he’ll try to live with her full time.”

At your sub you paused furrowing your brows, “But it’s his place.”

Thorin nodded while Legolas trotted up grinning and accepting the task of helping Jax into his seat and strapping him it at the boy’s request through Thranduil stating, “It’s complicated, yes it is his place, but she is still settling into having him around, especially with her little girl there. It will all settle down, you’ll understand it eventually.”

You shrugged, “Or not at all.” Giggling as Fili and Legolas climbed in your sub and Thorin followed Dwalin on the walk with Dwalin and Thranduil to their cars, along the way you giggled again seeing Thranduil roll his head back and groan making you assume Thorin had mentioned his flub.

Fili behind you grinned as Legolas asked, “Where are we going?”

“Not far from yours.”

Lowly Fili asked, as if to himself, “Any spare rooms?”

“You’d have to ask Bo.” Stirring a smirk onto his face.

Outside the house their mouths dropped open looking up at it and Thranduil subtly moved to your side teasing, “Look who’s living in a mansion now.” Following you into the main house where Boromir greeted you all, showing you around a bit then into the dining room to eat what he had prepared right when Frerin arrived and let himself in.

Again the guys eyed the place until Dwalin asked, “So, where’s all their things? Clearly we’ve missed some rooms.”

Boromir shook his head and you said, “We get the guest house.”

Frerin’s eyes narrowed and his hand circled yours, “Let’s go see it.”

You giggled showing him through the gym, passing the hall outside the pool that made Legolas gasp in awe after Boromir had said, “Full gym and pool so you two can keep up your training. And through here is Jaqi’s nice little nest.”

Room by room they explored while Jax giddily explored his thanking Boromir with a tight hug and peck on the cheek.

In your closet however Thorin’s eyes narrowed asking Boromir, “Why do you keep winking at me?”

Boromir shrugged, “Who’s winking. Just commenting on how much storage she has now.”

Earning an eye roll from Thorin while Thranduil chuckled and Frerin mumbled, “Where’s my room…?” Leaving to search the second floor.

Peering at Boromir Fili rocked on his feet next to Kili, who was doing the same to ask, “So, while the semester lasts, who’s going to watch the main house while you’re with uncle Dwalin?”

Boromir grinned and Thorin’s stomach tightened, “I don’t know. Let me guess, you two would be interested?”

They both nodded and Ori let out a relieved breath, “Finally, I can have a bath to myself.” While Nori chuckled picturing how he would set up his new room to himself.

Again Thorin caught his next wink after another scanning glance over the closet spurring a smirk across his lips noticing you didn’t have nearly enough clothes to fill half of it through Thranduil smirking knowing he was barely a street over for late night trips if he wanted.

With narrowed eyes Dwalin joined Boromir on his stroll back to the main house for the discussion he knew they had to have about the lofty purchase and what it could mean for them in the near future. The teens were next in rushing off to start their packing, leaving Legolas to hurry home for his and his father’s workout gear at your agreeing nod.

Alone in your closet a pair of fingers eased along the back of your neck as Thorin purred, “It is a fantastic nest.”

Weakly you chuckled and peered up at Thranduil as he asked, “You, wouldn’t be against our visiting?”

You shook your head and accepted his tender kiss while Thorin inched closer to be flush against you for his turn while softly stroking your cheek before rumbling out, “I’m going to get my bag out of my trunk and change so we can try out your new gym.”

Peering up at Thranduil you caught his chuckle as he glanced around and chuckled out, “Not so subtle on hinting for Thorin to start creeping in.”

Wetting your lips your eyes met again and his weight shifted seeing the change in your eyes, “I know you would have taken us in.”

His hand rose to cup your cheek, “No need to explain. You needed a place that was yours. Boromir saw that. You didn’t want to force living together.” Closing the distance his lips met yours firmly in a lingering kiss, “I understand completely. We’ll get there, it’s been barely two months.” After another stolen kiss he hummed just barely a breath from your lips, “Plus, now I can just pop by, short walk away, or you can, whenever you like.”

Making you giggle then say, “I should change.”

He nodded wetting his lips eyeing your clothes totes, “I’ll help you unpack to look for them.”

Pt 33

#Thorin x Reader OC x Thranduil #Fili x Reader OC #Hobbit #lotr

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ladylouoflothlorien · 5 years

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Unexpected Destiny #3

Dwalin x Female!Reader

1349 words

Hello everyone! I’m back again for part three! I know that this part is a lot shorter than the other two, but I didn’t want to force it to make it longer just for the sake of it. I didn’t feel like it made sense to include another plot development into this part other than what the conversation between Dwalin and Gandalf was, so please enjoy and stay tuned for part four! Also there’s a little treat for you all if you read through this part till the end!!

The nod that Fili and Kili had given Dwalin when they’d followed [y/n] out of the room had been his signal to go and start talking to Gandalf, and that’s exactly what he did. Gandalf, who’d been expecting the warrior to come and talk to him sooner or later, was hardly surprised and gladly went with Dwalin to a corner of the room where they’d be less likely to be overheard.

Still, Gandalf wasn’t going to make it easy on Dwalin; he wasn’t going to simply offer up information like a bubbling fountain of knowledge. The warrior would have to ask the right questions.

There was a moment of silence after the two males had sat down. Well, this was what Gandalf had been expecting. The grey wizard pulled his pipe out from beneath his cloak and lit it, his actions unhurried. He’d lived too long to see the point in rushing actions merely because they’re not vitally important.

“I believe, Master Dwalin, that you have some questions for me.” He said with an amused twinkle in his eyes after a slow puff on his pipe.

“Aye… that I do.”

Dwalin had his hands planted firmly on his knees as he sat hunched over, trying to find the words to continue.

“[Y/n]… [Y/n]’s casket.”

“Yes Dwalin, we found her in a casket, you observation is correct.” The wizard took another puff from his pipe and looked at the dwarf from underneath the rim of his hat as said dwarf let out a characteristically grumpy huff.

When Dwalin spoke again, his words were slow and carefully enunciated. He was nervous of course, but he was also irritated – mostly because it was quite evident that Gandalf was enjoying himself – but Dwalin needed this information otherwise he felt sure he’d go completely insane, and he might not get another chance to ask. “Why did I feel something when I touched [y/n]’s casket?”

“And what exactly did you feel?”

Dwalin opened his mouth, ready with a string of incredibly explicit curses to spout at this wizard for taking advantage of the dwarf’s ignorance for his own amusement. Luckily for Dwalin, he was saved from making this mistake by the return of Fili and Kili to the common room.

Dwalin felt the strength drain from his body a little at the sight of them, thinking that his alone time with the wizard was nearly over, but the princes clearly didn’t think so. Even so, Dwalin had reached the end of his patience and his pride. The dwarf shifted a little closer to the wizard, lowering his voice still further.

“Gandalf… please.” It wasn’t a word he used often, hardly at all in fact, but he was desperate.

“All right, all right dear boy.” Gandalf brought his hand down on Dwalin’s broad shoulder in a comforting pat. The dwarf wasn’t entirely sure how he felt about being called ‘boy’, but he wasn’t going to cut in now and risk not hearing whatever the ancient wizard was about to say. He supposed that to Gandalf, his age probably did qualify him as a boy anyway.

“There are parts to this tale, master dwarf, that I myself do not even know. The elves would not tell me the specifics of the prophesy. I’m too fond of [y/n]… the risk of me knowing the specifics would be that I’d tell them to her, and that she’d then do everything in her power to prevent them from happening just to spite the vision.” He paused smiling. “I’m a very old wizard; I have a weakness for young, innocent faces.”

Gandalf took hold of his cloak and pulled it tighter around himself, and was ready to continue when the attention of the entire company was caught by a very angry woman in a very fancy dress. Except the dress wasn’t entirely… intact. The sleeves – which should have been long and flowy – had been torn off at the elbows, and the skirt looked like it’d been chewed on by a warg, leaving a massive amount of [y/n]’s pale legs exposed.

Dwalin swallowed thickly and felt his face heat up as he stared. The warrior found that he couldn’t look away, even though he tried… well, he told himself that he tried to at least.

[Y/n] was soon gone chasing after the princes, but Dwalin was frozen in place. The warrior was used to living apart from emotions most of the time; emotions don’t usually help when you’re on the battlefield and so he had no real use for them. Now however, he had so many rushing through his head that he wasn’t entirely sure what to do.

There had been a brief second of shock naturally, but that went even quicker for him than the others, since he knew that Fili and Kili had done something.

Dwarven women were rare and well respected – only a few times in his life had Dwalin seen so much exposed skin on a woman and the sight had never made his heart pound so hard.

He felt embarrassed and ashamed at himself for not looking away, yet deep down he knew he didn’t want to. There was also anger… strange anger, more like jealousy when he quickly came to the realisation that everyone else had also seen [y/n] dressed like that. Dwalin sat stewing with these conflicting emotions, his eyes locked on a random, fixed position for several minutes until Gandalf’s gentle shaking brought him back to reality.

“Shall we continue? Or would you like to keep staring at think air?”

Dwalin huffed and glared at Gandalf from under his thick eyebrows. The wizard held up a hand in surrender – he had a story to finish telling after all.

“Like I said, my knowledge of this matter is incomplete, but I will tell you all that I know.” He leant closer, lowering his voice conspiratorially to a deep rumble before continuing properly.

“There were several parts to the prophesy that the elves saw, though all the parts were intertwined with each other. There was a group that [y/n] was supposed to join, which I now see is this company. Elrond’s men placed her casket where it was foretold you would meet, though I did not know where she was till we uncovered her. There was one other thing that I was told, and I believe I was told this because they knew I’d be with you… they told me how to open the casket.”

Gandalf took a pause once again, partly to continue smoking his pipe, but mostly for dramatic effect. “The way to open that casket was to get one specific person to simply place their hand on the top and voila! The lid appears… otherwise, nothing. Judging from your reaction, Dwalin Fundinson, I believe you and you alone opened that casket. The other company members were simply… there.”

Dwalin’s eyes were practically bulging from their sockets when Gandalf finished.

“Why me? Why me, Gandalf?” He asked, his voice rough, catching in his throat.

“I have my suspicions naturally, but I cannot know for sure. All I can say is that it’s likely you feature heavily in the prophesy.”

What did that mean? Neither knew definitely, but Dwalin’s mind was racing with ideas. Even just the idea of featuring heavily in the prophesy, which meant featuring heavily in [y/n]’s future, had given him the jitters.

But there was nothing more to say, and the pair fell into silence. Gandalf was more than comfortable, but Dwalin had more adrenalin thrumming through his veins than he usually did during a battle.

Dwalin sat like this until the two princes and [y/n] reappeared and he was snapped out of his thoughts by his own amusement at the sight of the two princes in dresses.

He tried to put the thoughts of his discussion with Gandalf from his mind for now. The only think Dwalin could think to do was to see if he could get more information from Lord Elrond before they left Rivendell. Well, if he could swallow his famously strong, embedded dwarvish distrust of elves.

So! The end of part three woah. So here’s your treat. Y’all probably don’t know but I tend to write all my fanfictions by hand first before typing them up, and whilst I was writing this one I did a little doodle. I’m no Van Gogh but I’m ashamed to say my own drawing made me laugh like way too much so I’m going to share it with you people.

Yup.

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avelera · 5 years

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If it's not to late, I'd love to see your take on the soft prompt “You haven’t laughed in a long time, and I guess I was staring ‘cause I forgot how that looked like.”

To the shock of absolutely no one, this got longer than I expected. I hope you enjoy!

Edit: I actually posted this on the wrong prompt, mea culpa!

You can find the full series that goes with this fic here.

Ship: Newt/Hermann

Fandom: Pacific Rim (post-Uprising)

Words: 3,150

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Stay

The final days of the infection were brutal. The Precursors had lost their hold over Newt bit by bit as the time stretched since his last Drift with the hive mind, but that only seemed to make them more desperate.

At times, Hermann truly feared they’d shake Newton apart, or simply kill him out of spite as they struggled and clawed after their waining control. No one dared let Newt out of his cell even as his lucid moments stretched, in case they chose that moment to come roaring back. The effort of will to force them back down again often left Newton trembling and bathed in sweat.

It had been three months since his last incident when the PPDC dared to let him out of the quarantine to walk under his own power to the medical bay for the final scans. The first scans upon his capture had shown a storm of activity in his cerebrum, it was a wonder Newt hadn’t had a stroke from the level of chaos of two consciousnesses fighting for control of his body. Hermann’s knuckles were white from gripping his cane as he waited for the results, watching the doctors as they consulted the images while Newt sat in the locked holding room, looking down at his folded hands.

He was quieter these days than Hermann ever remembered, one might even say subdued. The Newton he had known could never sit still for ten minutes, much less an hour, without jiggling his leg, interjecting some comment, doodling, or tapping out a melody with his fingers. Perhaps it was one mark of his ordeal, a scar, that he had learned silence.

Hermann was Newton’s designated caretaker, had been officially since Newt’s first lucid moment when he’d squeaked out an affirmative from beneath the weight of their control, enough to count as consent. The doctors came to Hermann first now, and he struggled to his feet, as ungainly as a turtle rolling off its shell in the rush to see the scans. Newt watched him, he could feel his eyes through the glass, a twitch of apprehension in the tightening of his jaw.

“The scans are clear, for the most part,” said the doctor, a Dr. Abadi, a distinguished woman a few years older than Hermann. She gestured to a cloud of activity on the scan. “When Jaeger pilots who have lost their partner exhibit this level of activity, we generally consider them out of the woods with regards to suicide risk or other dangerous behavior. Most described the echo of their partner as manageable at that point, an intrusive thought rather than a controlling impulse. Dr. Geiszler’s situation is unusual but, combined with observation, I would consider this grounds to recommend his return to civilian life. Albeit with regular check-ins and light observation, which you would be qualified to carry out, Dr. Gottlieb.”

Hermann exhaled slowly to try to control the spike of his heartbeat, the leap of hope. “When would that be?”

“We could release him into your custody now if you keep to your residence on the base,” Abadi said. “Going beyond these grounds however would require further clearance from the PPDC.”

At those words, Hermann felt suddenly dizzy. He muttered his way through the rest of the paperwork, guides, and assurances by the doctor, but could not stop stealing glances at Newton in the next room. It felt like an eternity before the door was unlocked and he was left alone with Newton.

“So, what’s the damage?” Newt said lightly but his shoulders tensed. They were always dancing around each other, careful not to delve too deeply into what existed between them. Things like the fact that Hermann knew the only time Newton cried the day of the attacks was when his fingers were wrapped around Hermann’s throat. That Newton knew Hermann had moved heaven and earth to ensure Newton was captured and not killed, and had spent every waking moment since working towards his treatment and eventual freedom. That Newton had put himself entirely into Hermann’s hands without hesitation. That in the end, when Newton was finally cleared, they would both…

Hermann cleared his throat. “We can go home now.”

“… Home?” Newt’s eyebrows furrowed in question, as if he hadn’t heard right.

“You’ve been cleared. Do you need anything from your… from your old quarters?”

“From my cell? No! Wait, are you kidding me?” Newt jumped to his feet. Once, Hermann might have expected him to punch the air, whooping or dancing at the news but he stopped there, a grin threatening his lips. Composure. Newt never had that before, either. “I’m never going the fuck back there again. Burn it. I’ll just wear your clothes. Uh… can I borrow some of your clothes? And there’s not gonna be, like, a line painted down the middle of your place, right?”

Hermann snorted, an excellent cover for the sudden lump in his throat. “I’ll happily sacrifice a portion of my wardrobe if it means never seeing that dreadful prison getup again. Which is to say, ah… what’s mine is yours.” He stuttered over the last. Newton met his eye and he knew it clearly as if Newton had spoken that this was it, the moment where they had to finally come to a decision on what they were to one another. It was one thing to tend a friend and colleague through a time of crisis, another to open up his home to that man while he got back on his feet…

But for the first time ever they’d have privacy. There’d be no cameras, no recording devices. No risk that Hermann offering a kind word could be used to wrest Newton’s custody away from him for fear that he couldn’t offer impartiality. For the first time since… since he couldn’t remember how long, perhaps a few moments in the dreadful lead up days to the attack when he still dwelled in ignorance, perhaps when Newton’s hand was wrapped around his throat, they would truly be alone together in a room.

Hermann offered his hand. A stiff, awkward gesture that he half-wished he could pass of as a muscle twitch if Newton didn’t take it. What were they to each other? What could they be?

Newton regarded the hand for a moment before his fingertips slide over Hermann’s palm to take it. Hermann wasn’t sure if he should be surprised that he did.

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Hermann stood silently by after they entered the flat, to give Newt time to acclimate to the new surroundings, sparse as they were. Living alone, Hermann hadn’t seen much point in bedecking his living quarters. They were simple, functional, containing mostly books and work papers, furniture to accommodate his disability, and one of the Kaiju figurines Newton had left behind when he left for Shao Industries, perched on the corner of a bookshelf beside his desk. It was single level and so could become cramped before long with two grown men who were not, strictly speaking, together in any way that Hermann might secretly hope. They weren’t there yet. They might never be. Newton might just take the time to get on his feet before seeking out new accommodations and privacy. The thought shouldn’t squirm in Hermann’s chest the way it did.

Finally, Newt sat on the bed and stretched his arms above his head luxuriously. “Fuck it’s good to get a change of scenery. Are you hungry? We could order a pizza. God, I would murder for a pizza.”

Hermann snorted despite himself and took a seat beside Newton on the bed. Newt doesn’t move away which is, in itself, a comfort. “It is a military base, but there are some alternatives to the cafeteria, yes.”

Silence lapsed between them, and he could tell by the fidgeting of Newt’s fingers and the pursing of his lips that it’s one where he would like to say something but can’t find the words. Hermann found himself in very much the same situation. He felt as if he were floating above the full impact of having Newt here, beside him in his home, with a clean bill of health that means that to the best of Earths’s abilities, he’s been determined to be clear, finally, of the Precursors influence. After ten years. Ten years of whatever torments they subjected him to, ten years of isolation, ten years of Hermann’s shameful neglect.

“Newton, I’m so sorry—”

“I’m so fucking proud of you, you know that?” Newt said simultaneously, and both broke off, staring at one another.

“What.”

“What?”

“The hell do you have to be sorry for, man?” Newt gaped. “Uh, in case you hadn’t noticed, I would have been completely shit-outta-luck if you hadn’t been there to pull me out at the end. Like, imprisoned for life or more likely just fucking dead. You saved my life. Again. I seriously, seriously owe you for everything you’ve done since… since, y’know, the attacks. And thanks to those jackasses I haven’t been able to say it.”

Hermann’s mouth worked. “But I abandoned you. I didn’t figure out sooner what had happened. I was too late, a step behind…”

Newt barked a sharp laugh. “What? What are you even talking about, man? You think I… ok wait, wait a minute back it up.” Newt held up a hand before pointing at Hermann. “You think I’m mad at you for not figuring out that I was possessed by aliens who wanted to destroy the world?”

“Well, when you put it that way…” Hermann’s lips twisted. “In a word, yes. And for not discovering their plan sooner.”

Some of the levity fell from Newt’s posture and the corner of his lips twisted down as he shook his head as if weighing Hermann’s words. “Ok, that one was a little on you. I figured once Obsidian Fury turned up with a Kaiju nervous system I’d have a good chance of someone figuring it out, but it’s still on like… the entire PPDC for not figuring out two plus two on that one. I mean, who the fuck else besides the Kaiju expert at Shao could have figured out how to put evil Kaiju parts into an evil Jaeger?” Newt shrieked, annoyance flicking over his face in what looked like a very old and oft-repeated frustration. He took a deep breath, steadying himself. “But before that? Dude, as far as you knew, I told you on no uncertain terms to fuck off because I had a hot new life and a hot new wife, what else were you supposed to do? Stalk me? Frankly, I’m just lucky you wanted to talk to me after all that.”

Hermann cleared his throat, flushing a little at the reference to stalking, the thought might have crossed his mind more than once. “Was any of that you, when I spoke to you, before the attacks? Or was it all… them?”

Newt puffed out a thoughtful sigh and scratched the back of his neck. “A little of both? They had this way of… I dunno, twisting my words. Like, I did want you to come over, but I sure as fuck didn’t want you to ‘meet’ Alice. I missed saving the world together but I’m not that much of a douche as to make it sound like you just helped me, get it? It was like, I’d start to say something to you and then they’d add some dickish twist to it so it was an insult. Sometimes… sometimes I wasn’t mad about it though. You were always ragging on my research, it felt good to rain on your parade, just a little, just to get back and to keep you from giving those fuckers ideas like fucking Kaiju blood for rocket fuel. But even once they were gone I felt like I had to be careful. I didn’t want the PPDC to hear in case they got the wrong idea or thought you were complicit with me or some shit.”

“Hear what?” Hermann said breathlessly. Even with the months spent at Newton’s bedside, or rather just outside his cell, they’d not had the chance to speak candidly. There was, as Newton said, always an audience. His head was spinning.

Newt offered him a crooked smile. “That I’m proud of you, man! Like, holy shit. Kaiju blood for rocket fuel? Becoming a one-man PPDC K-Science lab, saving the fucking world? You cannot tell me those dumbass Jaeger pilots figured out a way to get from Moyulan all the way up to fucking Tokyo in less time than it took for the Precursors to hop in a fucking charter plane, no way. That had to be you, which means you saved the world. Again. You’re a fucking rock star!”

“I… well, that is, I didn’t… it was nothing…” Hermann stuttered.

“Shut up, you totally are!” Newt’s eyes are shining and he has grabbed Hermann’s hand in his enthusiasm, the gesture so familiar to a time gone by that tears prickle in Hermann’s eyes as his gaze jerks up to Newt’s face. “Do you know how pissed off the Precursors were about you, do you? They were fucking livid, you scared them shitless. They wanted you dead!”

“Oh, well that’s terribly comforting,” Hermann said faintly. Newt laughed.

“Are you kidding? Man, I can’t think of a higher compliment. The genocidal bastards that wanted to wipe out our planet almost pissed themselves on the tarmac when they saw you were here too! I thought they were going to faint when you showed up at Shao that night, it was fucking gorgeous.”

“They needn’t have worried,” Hermann muttered, but felt a blush rising inexorably to his cheeks and ears. “I did nothing to prevent the attack.”

“You countered every single weapon they threw at you!” Newt exploded, throwing up his hands. “And it took them ten years to put those together. You did it, man. I thought… I mean, I’m gonna level with you, I hoped there would be someone on the outside smart enough to catch on, even when catching on would have been batshit insane, like come on, who just guesses that a fucking war hero like yours-truly is a sock puppet for aliens? That’s nuts, right? That’s the only reason no one could have figured it out.” There’s a fragility to Newt’s levity, as if he’s repeating a rote lesson he’s said to himself over and over, to reassure himself it was true. His voice cracked over the words, but he forged on. “I hoped there’d be someone. I hoped it would be you, honestly, and I was right. I was right because I had the best lab partner in the fucking world.”

At the words lab partner, Hermann jerked back and looked away. The space between them had been closing, Newt’s enthusiasm was infectious. He had caught himself wanting to close the distance, staring at Newton’s lips. But that was all they’d ever been on paper. Lab partners.

“Well, there were others involved,” Hermann said. “I can’t take all the credit. But it is… kind of you to say, Newton. Thank you. I had no idea you held me in such esteem.”

“Always, man,” Newt said. His voice was faint, and when Hermann glanced back his expression was soft. “Since the first. You never could have pissed me off as much as you did if not.”

“Where will you go next?” Hermann said breathlessly, if only to change the subject so the blush rising up his throat wouldn’t consume him. “That is, I want to help you get back on your feet. You’re not beholden to me, and I don’t want you to feel as if you’ve swapped one prison for another, no matter what the PPDC might say on the matter. Your actions were clearly under duress and we will prove it, if necessary.”

“Next?” Newt said, as if he hadn’t heard any of the rest. He looked around the room, as if seeing it for the first time, and then to Hermann. “I, uh, hadn’t got that far, really? I guess I’m chill to hang out here for a bit, not get tangled up in all that paperwork that comes with leaving or…”

He scrubbed a hand through his hair. “Fuck, I can’t do this. I don’t have any plans. The thought of going back out into the world? Scares the ever-loving shit out of me. What if they’re not really gone? What if they’re just waiting, y’know, hiding, and I’m gonna wake up at the helm of another evil corporation in a couple years? I’m right where I want to be, with a fucking army to keep an eye out in case they come back, and the person I… I trust most in the whole goddamn world to keep an eye on me. Hermann,” Newt squeaked, “I haven’t been totally honest and, fuck, you might throw me out for this, but there’s nowhere else I’d rather be right now. I’ve been thinking about you… about seeing you again for a fucking decade. I was hoping… look, you’re the only person that keeps me right, ok? I’m not sure where we stand but if you’re not gonna punch me in the face just for asking I was kinda hoping I could take you out sometime? There’s gotta be a restaurant around here somewhere, right? Or I could, I dunno, cook something for you and we could watch a movie, a real house-arrest style date.” Newt’s eyes grew wild at Hermann’s continued, gaping silence, and his voice rose in pitch. “Or I could be totally off base and I’ll start looking for places of my own right away! Fuck, I shouldn’t have even brought it up, fuck me and my stupid mouth, I could have at least waited a few days but nooo, had to make it weird. Look, I’m sorry, I…”

Newt began to rise to his feet, scrambling away from Hermann, and it sent a jolt through Hermann that jarred him out of the haze that had swallowed his brain. Hermann panicked, and did the only thing he could think of, the only thing to keep Newt from pulling away.

He seized Newton by the shoulders and kissed him with all his might.

It was a messy, unglamorous affair. Their teeth clacked. Hermann’s face was so twisted with warring emotions he probably looked ridiculous. Newton seized up under his hands for a moment, and when Hermann dared open his eyes he saw Newt staring.

“Oh…” Newt breathed, and just before Hermann could break away, babbling his own apologies, he continued, “fuck yes.” And Newt was gripping him in return, pushing Hermann back onto the bed so they were lying flat, kissing one another breathless.

“Stay with me,” Hermann muttered between kisses. “No more lines, no more separation. We’ll figure this out together. Stay.”

“What’s there to figure out?” Newt grinned against his lips. “I’ve got everything I was hoping for, right here.”

#newmann #pacific rim #my writing #it's so fluffy i'm gonna die #i'm embarrassed how fluffy this is #bon-pon

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writtenfan · 6 years

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Exceptional Emotions

Severus x Reader Imagine

Request: Hello! Can I request a imagine where the reader is a student at Hogwarts? She is a muggle-born and in the Gryffindor house. How about a scenario of Snape getting upset that the reader’s dad isn’t treating her with respect and he asks Dumbledore for help. In the end, the reader opens up to him about her parents getting divorced and her dad being mentally ill with bipolar.

(Wow, this took a bit, but I hope you enjoy it!)

The door closed with a soft clank; he wiped the bridge of his nose and tossed his hair back as he ran his fingers through his long fine strands of black. His throat ached with a strained voice and his temple pulsed.

He was looking forward to the dreamless sleep, that would allow him to no longer worry about the world.

He fumbled with the parchments under his arm as he walked down the dark candlelit hallway. The castle was always so eerie and calm at night, portraits snored, or gossiped quietly to each other about their day, the wind howled softly against the outer walls. He paused and looked out of an open window watching the moonlight glittering in against the stone floor tiles.

Severus grasped the sill of the window and took a deep breath of cool crisp air as he admired the sights outside, looking out into the horizon past the trees.

Although this moment was cut short as his eyes shuttered closed when a bright light shined across his face.

He tilted his head towards the ground and watched the figure of a student disappear across the stone columns, sneakily into the dark corner of the courtyard below. He pushed himself away from the window and sped downstairs to the courtyard quietly, a grimace planted on his face, hand gripping his wand firmly.

Holding the side of the column he peered into the courtyard, staying in the darkness. He watched the student pull their cowl away from their head. His pulse rose once he identified the trespasser was you, He was almost ready to step from behind the column to scold you when he watched her pull out a medium-sized mirror. It's frame thin and golden.

“You should speak to me more often…” grumbled a voice from within the glass.

“I try, but it isn’t always that easy…I have a lot to deal with here…”

“And you think I don’t?!”

There was a long, gloomy pause. His eyes narrowed as he slowly moved behind another pillar so that he could get a closer look at what you were was looking at. His footsteps hardly made as a sound as he sauntered barely behind your shoulder, the only thing separating you from him was a stone railing.

“No- that’s not the case dad...I-“

“You think you're better than us, don’t you?”

“No. That absolutely isn- “

“-But you have time to call your mother eh? What is it huh…can't stand to talk to your father anymore?”

You took your hand and wiped it across your eyes, angling the mirror so that your father couldn’t see.

“No, dad. Mom called me first, I think none less of you both. School just takes a lot of time and-“

He heard a crash from within the mirror,

“Shut up!”

Severus pressed his hands firmly against the stone and clawed at its surface, as he struggled to keep his robe from revealing his location as the wind picked up.

“You were always so selfish you know that…” the voice grumbled

Your fingers pressed against the sides of the glass as you stared emptily into the mirror.

“You. Your mother… Always thinking you both knew everything… and didn’t even consider asking me…” the voice trailed off.

“Dad. Are you taking your medication…” you whispered as you watched the mirror in soft sadness watching your father angrily toss something out of frame.

Another loud sound rose from the mirror.

“Don’t act like you care, stop babying me…Go back to learning your magic… no. How about you come back here and help me out huh?”

“Give your old man some support, I bet you have access to loads of things in your little wizard world I could use!”.

“Yes. I’ll bring you back something…” your voice cracked in a soft reply.

You stared at the face of your father for a moment, “Goodnight dad. Take your meds.”

Your father grunted in a reply which was cut off as you tapped the screen, making the mirror reflective once more.

Severus studied the huddled figure of the girl as she leaned herself against the back the stone head raised towards the sky. Her (e/c) eyes were wet with tears, they trailed down her face and were wiped from her cheek. She let out a loud sigh into the sky as she ruffled her hair in frustration.

Eventually, she rose and walked back towards her common room in Gryffindor tower. He watched her leave, and pain filled his chest, a pain he hadn’t felt since he was a child. To think fathers could act such a way to the children and partners that love them. How dare he talk to his own spawn like that? When all he saw was the lingering amounts of love she had for him? He didn’t understand, nor wanted to… all he knew was that he had to do something. Had to say something. No one should go through what he had gone through, especially her. Not her, no one could treat her like that.

It was morning; the sun had risen 4 hours ago, and the sun was well into the sky and beaming down into the castle in smooth warm rays.

Severus tapped his finger against his wooden desk as he stared absentmindedly into his empty classroom. It was 10 minutes before class, his first class of the day. But he wasn’t in his usual mood of discontent, instead, he was eager for it to begin. All night something filled his dreams with emotions he didn’t want to be reminded of…just because of what he had experienced the night before. He woke this morning, feeling frustrated and distressed, unable to figure out what to do about it thus he unexpectantly found himself in front of the headmaster, early that morning.

“It’s very kind of you to be so concerned with a student’s troubles Severus…”

He grunted in reply and paced down the coiling bookcases on the edge of the headmaster’s office, pretending to look at what the shelves had stored on them, trailing his finger from the book, cover to cover.

“It’s nothing more than a concern for their performance in class...” he responded sternly stopping in place wiping the dusk collected by his finger against his side.

He turned back towards the headmaster who stood calmly in the middle of the room looking over him with a soft content, which for some reason angered him.

“Well,… although we can’t exactly step into (y/n)’s personal life in the way you would like Severus. We can offer her some emotional support, you…could offer her some emotional support.”

This caused his head to pound, “… Me?”

“Yes, Severus. Talk to her, ask her about what has gotten her so lost in her work…be an aid for her…offer her some solace.” He pondered the words in his head and whisked his attention to the high glass windows in Dumbledore’s office as he fidgeted with the cuffs of his sleeves.

“You’ve dealt with similar troubles…you would be the perfect person to talk to her… “

This caused his eyebrows to furrow, he didn’t want that fact to rise in the conversation, but sure enough.

“Fine.” He growled, looking back towards Dumbledore who was now petting the feathers under the beak of his Phoenix Fawkes.

“I was hoping someone more qualified would be of more help… but if you think so headmaster, I’ll be forced to take your word.”

A small creak interrupted his thoughts. He rose his head from the floor and looked crossly at the face of a young Gryffindor student.

“Sit. No talking.”

He instructed plainly as the figure hesitantly sat in the closest seat to the door, nervously glancing back at it waiting for more students so he wouldn’t be the only one in the room with, Professor Snape. Soon enough something answered his prayers and countless Gryffindor and Ravenclaw students walked quietly into the door, sleepy-eyed, and nervous. This allowed him to snap back into reality, seeing the faces peer around the classroom, refusing to look into his eyes too long. Talking quietly to themselves, constantly shooting glances back at him and silencing themselves at once.

But he ignored this daily routine, as his eyes and mind lingered on the now open doorway to his classroom. Then, she walked in, along with a few more students, who had been unlucky enough to have missed all the seats in the back and middle of the room.

So, he watched her and the others take their seats in the front row. She, right in front of his desk. Her eyes were somber, her (h/c) hair slightly unkempt but still tamed. She refused to look at him, as she pulled out her potions book, notepad, and quill, and doodled aimlessly in the rims of her page.

It took a strong will, to make sure he didn’t study her for too long, but he pulled his gaze away and rose from his desk, flicking his hand to the doorway which slammed shut in reaction.

“Go ahead. Get out your cauldrons, you all are seventh years you know what to do. Don’t make me wait”.

Bubbling and clanking filled the room, along with the voices of your fellow peers as you all had finally woke up. You wiped steam from your forehead as your cauldron bubbled an aqua blue. Your friend beside you handed you some peeled Agave leaves, and you dropped the gooey texture into the mix and watched the bubbles stick to the sides of the cauldron.

Footsteps walked towards you from behind, your heart raced in unease as you felt the penetrating stare, yet again of your potion’s teacher. You don’t want to confront his cold attitude, so you don’t look at him. He plants himself at your side and peers into your liquid judgingly.

You, sir the liquid gradually and look up at your friend who gives you a nervous smile which you return.

Severus says nothing, although he lets out an approving grunt before walking to the table next to you considering their brew. You breathe out, great. At least you didn’t disappoint him. You thought as you picked up a vial filled with gooey green liquid. You didn’t know if you could handle it if you had…

It would have been just too much.

“Stop.”

You froze and watched the others around you continue to leave the classroom as they looked back at you sympathetically.

“Stay.”

Your friend stood with you for a moment before getting a repulsed look from the professor.

“See you soon” they whispered before giving your arm a soft squeeze as they slipped into the hall.

“You were completely distracted during today’s lesson.” You relaxed and turn to face him, feeling somewhat annoyed.

“I wouldn’t expect such carelessness from a student like you. Ms. l/n..”

You look into his eyes and shrug your face unable to fake any concern or care in response to his words.

He studies your face, looking uncomfortably long into your eyes, making you avert your gaze many times. However, each time you did he took another step towards you attempting to reclaim your attention.

“You should also know better than to sneak around the castle at night.”

Your eyes darted open. You took a small step back and stared at the professor with obvious fear. “I- I’m sorry professor I- I had-“

He rose his hand in silence and you closed your mouth on command like a puppet. This made you additionally aggravated.

He said things, relating to how disappointed he was and how you should be more respectful when you thought about the key event of last night, the reason you walked outside.

You shot him an unsympathetic glance and his voice paused mid-sentence.

“How long were you following me” you demanded.

He looked down at you as if he was bored and without looking away responded snappily,

“Long enough to know that there is more your concerning yourself with than a simple potion.” You sat down. You merely dragged a chair from beside you and plopped down into the chair holding your head in your hand, looking Severus with wide dazed eyes. He awkwardly stood in place, neither of you knew where to carry this confrontation.

“Why-“your voice trailed softly. The room had grown stuffy and quiet.

Abruptly Severus towered over your slumped body and looked down at you hollowly,

“No parent should talk to their child that way...” he says bitterly as he stares into your eyes with an unrelenting blank gaze. “I’m sorry your muggle, a father doesn’t grasp the importance of you being here. As if he could have done such a thing himself”. The man cleared his throat and looked towards the back of the room behind you.

“Just because your father is an utter waste doesn’t mean that-“ You raise your hand frantically towards him shaking your head, “Stop. Stop. Just stop.” He halts. You let out a forced pained chuckle and run your hands through your hair securely. “He’s not usually that way he…is not well...” your voice cracks, he raises his eyebrow and stiffens his posture as he impatiently rubs his hands together.

“Stop making excuses for his poor parenting...girl. He obviously-”

“No…seriously…he- he isn’t’ always, himself…”

You interrupt weakly, now staring into the wooden surface of the tabletop. You close your eyes and take a deep breath in.

“My father has a bipolar disorder…his mood swings are extreme and terrifying…He- isn’t always, a complete dickhead…” you croak softly, forcing tears at bay while your throat tries to close in on itself.

Severus looks down at you, his fury washes away, in an instant instead replaced with sheer unease.

“He’s been getting worse…especially since he hasn’t been exactly, always taking his meds like he should…” You murmur as you raise your eyes towards Severus who looks lost in his own head.

You look back down at the worn, dented wood of the table and dig into its surface with your fingernail.

“He…isn’t. It isn’t his fault...my parents are getting a divorce, he feels all alone and I can’t be there for them, I can’t do anything to help him, I can’t… “

You feel a warm heavy press on your shoulder.

Your heart spikes in reply.

“It’s ok” he whispers softly, “Understood”.

You look into the deep dark eyes of the man in front of you, this wasn’t the Severus you were used to…

An hour and a half, you sat in his office and talked to him about your frustrations and the daily struggles you deal with your family. He doesn’t challenge your words, instead; he listens carefully, refusing still to look away from your distressed face.

After feeling too weak to talk anymore, the room is filled with an eerie silence once more. You grow restless and fidget. Yet, the soft stare of Professor Snape gives you some unexpectant ease.

“So please professor… dodon't have me kicked out…” you chuckle tensely as you give him an unexpectant smile which startles him as much as it does you.

His established manner doesn’t cease to impress you nor does it cease to taunt you. You look at the straight expression on his face and still sense the emotion bubbling behind his deep brown eyes. The same feelings of adoration you feel periodically seems to edge forward as he sits down at the seat next to you, filling you with downright panic as he looks at you with his calm steady eyes and still lips.

“I will do no such thing”

“If only you come to my class periodically as a make-up for breaking school rules…despite the reason...” he says steadfastly. You nod your head in agreement and gradually push back your seat.

“Tell Minerva that I needed you to stay after class if she asks.”

“You can go…but come back later tonight to help me sort out the new ingredients…after sunsets. Understand?”

You nod your head once more and rise from your chair, with an unintentional lax smile.

You quickly fix your expression and blush as you turn your head away from him as you hurry towards the door.

Severus digs his fingers into the cloth of his cuffs tugging at the black fabric as he watched the ends of your mouth smile only for a second.

“If you don’t come Ms. l/n. I must rethink being so remorseful for your actions”. He forced out bitterly, trying to keep his commanding composure.

“Yes, of course…and thank you, professor…” you turn around in the doorway, your face hot with embarrassment.

” for…being here for me and actually willing to listen”

You shut the door behind you.

Severus’s gaze transfixed where you formerly stood. He couldn’t believe what he had just heard, he didn’t know how to react…for a second he thought that this was bad…that now you thought you could rely on him you would try to use him, perhaps think you were better than others and had a free pass…but then again, he didn’t see that in your eyes. He saw a hint of something he didn’t exactly want to see because it made things even more difficult. One thing was sure and that was that he would continue to keep an eye on you. After what you had confided in him today, he…had too.

He stumbled up from his chair and sighed in relief as no one in the room saw him do so, he rubbed his thumb over the tip of his chin and slowly walked back to his desk and sat down.

“y/n…l/n…”

he muttered under his breath as he grabbed an empty vial and tossed it around in his hand.

He discreetly continued to repeat your name softly to himself as if trying to discover something.

Even if it wasn’t appropriate for him to realize it.

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