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tatoda · 2 years

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Lovin || conrad fisher x fem!reader

!!MINORS DNI!!

summary: you’re dragged to a party by jeremiah and a boy gets a little close to you and conrad isn’t happy about it.

pairing: conrad fisher x fem!reader

warnings: SMUT, piv, cow girl, dude doesn’t take a hint, party crowd, conrad being a cutie CHARACTERS ARE 18

wc: 2,200+

hopefully this is okay i was super distracted because i was in LA all week at vidcon and didn’t get much time to write

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request! @gillybear17

Tonight was supposed to be just you, a book in your hands by the poolside listening to the soft crashing of the waves. But that all ended when Jeremiah threw you over his shoulder and into his jeep to head down to the beach for a bonfire party. No matter how many times you told him he interrupted you in one of the most intense smut scenes you were reading he would just gag and ignore you.

“you’re such an asshole, Jere.” you huffed crossing your arms in the passenger seat as he slid into the driver's side sending you one of his death-giving grins

“I'm just trying to get you” he poked your nose “out of the house.” he backed the car out of the driveway and started down the street

“you interrupted a very intense chapter in my book.” you said looking out the window at the passing trees and waited for the times when the space would open to see the sunset

“y/n, I love you, but maybe you should try getting some instead of reading it.” he chuckled and glanced at you

“Jere?” you turned towards him and his eyebrows raised to let you know he was listening “respectfully, fuck you.”

“I mean we can if you want.” you hit him immediately on the arm and he hissed “damn, maybe save that for the bedroom.”

“Just shut up and drive.” you sunk back into your seat

You always thought about when you were going to find someone that could give you everything you needed in sex. The books always made it seem like some prince charming was going to treat you the best and know everything about your places. Your past boyfriends never made you comfortable enough to do anything with them. You were closest to the Fisher’s boys and the Conklin’s were your siblings. Belly gave you some advice about your situation but nothing too exciting. But this summer was different. You were told you had grown but that was just a pre-breakup beauty. You never tried to go for boys you wanted them to come to you. But this summer, Conrad always had his eyes on you. No matter what went on. But he didn’t talk a lot this summer, he just looked at you.

“and we’re here.” Jeremiah pulled up to a parking spot and you both unbuckled and got out of the car. you followed him saying, “I’ll stay with you.” walking down the beach to the bonfire and noticed many teens drinking and smoking around you, wonderful.

“Jeremiah!” a group of girls yelled and his head never turned faster, he smiled as they waved him over

“i-i will be right back.” he took off and you sighed

“so much for staying with me,” you mutter walking over to a cooler and grabbing water not feeling like drinking tonight, you don’t want to hangout nor the throw up

Slowing making your way towards the smaller fire where no one is you passed by a familiar colored hoodie, Conrad. he was sitting next to a girl with a bright smile on his face as she leaned into him, practically kissing him. He felt a presence as his eyes moved from her to you and his smile dropped, his mouth parted but you walked away before he could say anything. Standing around the flames, a figure walked up to you. You wished it was going to be Conrad but this person was much taller.

“uh, hi. I saw you walk in and I thought you were absolutely hot in that dress.” you cringed at his word choice “I'm Neal.” he put his hand out

“im-“ he stopped you, men.

“y/n, you’re family friends with the Fisher boys.” your eyebrows furrowed

“uh, yeah that’s me.” you questioned. Nothing really caught your attention to this guy so you both stood there awkwardly staring at the fire before he spoke up again a minute later.

“do you want to get out of here?” he moved closer to you. As you looked around for maybe some help and your eyes instantly met Conrad's and he knew something was up

“I don’t think so, I just got here.” you tried to laugh it off but he moved closer to stand in front of you

“I promise it will be worth your time.” you can now smell his beer breath

“I’m okay. it was nice meeting you.” you tried to walk away but he grabbed your arm

“What is wrong with you?” fear spread throughout you

“i-“ you couldn’t finish as the familiar voice rang through the air

“she said no, dick.” Conrad moved you behind him so he could separate you and neal

“damn Conrad you really had to ruin my chances.” neal smirked “she is smoking hot tonight I was thinking about what’s under that dre-“ before he could finish Conrad punched him and Neal fell to the ground groaning

“Get your hands off of my girl.” you paused as the words came out of his mouth, but it didn’t faze Conrad as he turned towards you “I’m taking you home.” not complaining as he took your hand as many eyes watched y’all as you walked across the sand “I need the keys from Jeremiah.” you both walked towards him seeing he was making out with one of the girls from earlier “Jeremiah keys.” Jeremiah didn’t unlatch from the girl and dug into his pocket and tossed the keys to Conrad

The walk to the car was silent, Conrad opened the door for you, muttering a small thank you to him. He started the car but didn’t move it as you both sat in the silence.

“I’m sorry.” he breathed out looking towards you before starting the car not waiting for a response from you and pulled out of the parking lot heading home.

The car made its noises as it went down the road. Conrad would look at you every minute to make sure you were okay. You picked at your fingernails and didn’t look at him but you could see that he was looking at you over and over. The overwhelming feeling of how much he cared for you.

“can you pull over,” you spoke out and Conrad looked at you worriedly and looked around before pulling over and parking the car, you unbuckled your seatbelt and faced him and he did the same.

“thank you.” he sighed feeling the pressure you were going to yell at him “but please don’t get into fights for me.” he chuckled shaking his head “con, what happened back there?”

“what do you mean? you obviously didn’t want him to talk to you anymore. I saw you looking around. I knew you were in trouble.” he looked into your eyes “I know when you need me.” he inched closer looking from your lips and back to your eyes

“I always need you Conrad.” as those words left your mouth he closed the distance between the two of you.

His lips were covered by mint chapstick that he put on recently as the air has been acting up. You moved to scoot up more towards the center console. One of his hands moved to the back of your head and deepened the kiss. You never thought this would happen. You were kissing Conrad fisher. A boy you dreamt about when you were 8 as you both played house together and he kissed you acting as if the both of you were married. Conrad sighed into your mouth and pulled away.

“fuck, steven is going to kill me.” your noses were touching as he looked into your eyes

“I’m older so screw him.” you grabbed his neck and brought him back to your lips. Conrad's hands didn’t know where to go as he was freaking out this was happening. you led away from him “Conrad.”

“sorry I want to make sure you’re okay with where I place my hands.” his cheeks turned pink

“can I help you.” he nodded and you moved his hand to rest on your chest. Conrad froze and held in a breath and he moved the other to your hair again

Your lips connected again and he seemed to get more into it. the hand on your chest moved to massage your breast and you could feel your nipple harden under his touch. You felt that you needed to be closer so you moved away from him and climbed over to his side and on his lap. He was frozen the whole time watching you with awe.

“Conrad.” his eyes connected with yours and you moved some of his messy hair behind his ear

“Yeah?” you could feel the indent in his pants as you shifted on top of him

“Are you okay with this?” you questioned him, making sure this was the right decision between the two of you

“I've only dreamt of this for like, ever.” he bit his lip and you moved your hand to take the lip out of his mouth and leaned back into him. this time y’all were more into it. you reached under his shirt and to the waistband of his shorts and he pulled away softly “here?”

“unless you want to drive all the way home?” he swallowed

“we’re just down the street- I want to make this perfect for us.” you smiled

“Okay, take me home Conrad.” you tried to move back to your seat but he held you there

“Just stay, we’re almost there.” you cuddled into him and put your head in the crook of his neck so he could see the road and quickly put the car in drive and took off “I love the whole public scene but we can do that later.” you hummed into him feeling at home with him this close to you. Conrad let out a chuckle before placing a hand on the small of your back and started rubbing circles

As you pulled up to the house he turned off the car and wrapped your legs around his waist and carefully took you out of the car. The front door was unlocked as the moms were out on a small night walk. Conrad carried you to his room and placed you on his bed. He stood at the end of the bed looking at your beautiful body before slipping off his sweatshirt and shirt leaving him in his shorts. He moved above you and your lips connected again.

“fuck, sorry I really can’t do the foreplay right now. I need you, y/n,” he whispered into your lips

“you have me.” you kissed him again and you both sat up to take off your clothes. he looked at you like you had 3 eyes “you’re beautiful. stay here I need a condom.” he ran off to his bathroom and you took off the rest of your clothing. when he came back into the room and he paused and sighed before smiling at you. “you ready?” you nodded and he slipped off the rest of his clothing and slipped the condom on.

“can i-i um, go on top?” his eyebrows raised

“fuck that’s even hotter. yes, of course.” the both of you moved and he sat against his headboard as you crawled and hovered over his lap

“ready?” he only looked at you and kissed you signaling for you to go. you lined him up with your entrance and sunk down on him

“shit.” you both sighed and he started kissing down your neck “go.” you started moving up a little and back down on him and he let out a gran

His hands grabbed your hips and he started to move you faster on him. he threw his head back and that made you want to cum right there and then. Conrad moaned out your name as you bounced on top of him. you would never believe that you would be here right now with him, doing this in his room.

“I’ve always thought about this.” he lifted his head making eye contact with you. you laughed leaning down to kiss him softly on his lips he took one of his hands to softly rub your clit to make you reach your high faster as he felt his high coming up from just how much he needed this moment to happen “just a few more minutes i can’t hold it longer you’re so beautiful.” you molded into him as his dick hit a spot inside of you making you clench around him “shit if you keep doing that I’ll cum sooner.” you smirked and did it again and Conrad rubbed your clit harder “fuck.”

You felt him twitch inside of you. he moaned loudly cumming into the condom inside of you and you follows right after him cumming on his cock. you both felt exhausted from the day. Conrad moved you off of him and next to you both before getting off the bed and into his bathroom. you sighed looking at his sailing trophies smiling at them and how you always gave him a good luck hug every time he was about to take off in the water

“what are you smiling about?” his voice took you out of your train of thought as he walked back to you with a damp washcloth and crawled back into bed with you softly wiping you down calming you down even more

“just your trophies.” you hummed “I loved watching you compete.” he smiled at you leaning into your body

“I only could get up in the mornings because of you.” he admitted “I loved it,” he paused “I love you.” you felt your heart jump and you wrapped your arms around his neck and taking in his scent

“I love you,” you muttered into his ear and you could feel his grin spread across your shoulder where his face was. you spent some time in silence before he spoke back up

“maybe someday we can do what you read in your books.” you moved back quickly looking to see if he was serious. and he was.

#conrad fisher x y/n #conrad fisher imagine #conrad fisher x fem!reader #conrad fisher one shot #conrad fisher x reader #the summer i turned pretty #tsitp #tsitp fanfic #conrad fisher smut

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amhrosina · 2 years

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Frank Reacting to Your Parents Being Mean to You (Frank Castle x gn!Reader) Headcanons

MASTERLIST // TAG LIST REQUEST FORM

A/N: This is the first part of a headcanon request I received from a nonnie! I wrote one for Matt too, so I'll link that one as soon as I post it. Any other ones I write under this headcanon will be linked eventually! Thank you for requesting nonnie!

My request are open, but please be patient! I have gotten an overwhelming amount of requests recently, so I'm working through them as fast as I can without burning myself out. I'm also in the middle of planning a long, full length Frank x Vigilante!Reader fic!

Matt Murdock's Headcanon

Summary: Frank comforts you after he witnesses your parents being cruel to you.

(Warnings: body negativity (from a parent), your parents being generally cruel and negative towards you and frank, protective!frank, soft!frank)

Frank would absolutely not let this happen in front of him.

Frank has asked about them before, but you always brush off his questions, not wanting to explain the complicated relationship you have with your parents.

Finally, when Frank and you decide to move in together, you tell him you want him to meet them, just once.

You plan lunch at a restaurant in Manhattan and sit anxiously with Frank as you wait for them to show up.

You warn him ahead of time that your parents can be passively cruel, but he’s still surprised when the first words out of your mom’s mouth are “Darling, your hair just looks dreadful. Did you even try to fix it today?”

Frank’s displeased grunt doesn’t go unnoticed, but your parents don’t say anything.

“Mom, Dad, this is Frank...my boyfriend.”

Calling Frank your boyfriend after everything you’ve been through together feels cheap, but you don’t want to get into that with your parents.

You can tell your mom disproves of Frank immediately, but she focuses her strikes on you.

When you order a pasta dish, your mom turns her nose up and snorts, “Honey, don’t you think a salad would be better? Your figure is looking a little...different.”

“Respectfully, ma’am, they can order whatever they’re hungry for. They’re perfect the way they are.”

Frank says this nonchalantly, but his voice is stern.

Your dad is not a fan of Frank’s blunt retort, but Frank doesn’t seem to care.

“I don’t believe my wife was speaking to you, boy.”

“I don’t believe I asked.”

You try your hardest not to laugh, but a small smile sneaks onto your face.

“This isn’t surprising. That you’d bring this...caveman with you. This is clearly just a cry for attention from your mother and I.”

Keeping your anger in check becomes more difficult when you see your mom nod in agreement.

Frank rests his hand on yours in your lap, reminding you that he can handle insults being thrown at him.

You stand up, bringing Frank with you.

“Nothing is ever good enough for you two, is it?”

Frank follows you out of the restaurant, quietly walking with you as you stew in your anger.

“I’m so sorry my parents said that stuff about you, Frank.”

“Don’t apologize. I’m not worried about me. I’m worried about you. I didn't realize it was that bad. Are you okay?”

He cradles your face in his big hands, lovingly stroking his fingers over your cheeks.

You lean into his hold, letting a few tears slip down your cheeks.

“Has it always been like that?”

You nod in response. “That’s why I didn’t want you to meet them. I knew they’d act like they were better than you. They don’t even know you. It’s so unfair. I’m so sor-”

“Quit apologizing, sweetheart. I don’t care about them. I love you.

Frank holds your hand the entire walk home and offers to make lunch since your previous plans were ruined.

You spend the rest of the day wrapped in Frank’s embrace and watching movies on your couch.

He presses soft kisses to your shoulder and neck every once in a while, reminding you in hushed whispers that he’s completely in love with you.

End Note: Thank you, nonnie, for this request! I hope you liked it! I'll post the Matt one shortly!

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mariana-oconnor · 8 months

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The Abbey Grange pt 3

I'm fairly confident I've pieced this one together correctly. I'm a little annoyed that it appears that Lady Brackenhall didn't do it herself, but I suppose I'll allow it. I feel confident that she could have done it herself, though, had the narrative allowed her to.

...our door was opened to admit as fine a specimen of manhood as ever passed through it. He was a very tall young man, golden-moustached, blue-eyed, with a skin which had been burned by tropical suns, and a springy step which showed that the huge frame was as active as it was strong.

I stg, every time Watson describes someone in this story he gets hornier. 'As fine a specimen of manhood as ever passed through it.' Put your tongue back in your mouth.

He's looking respectfully.

I've always thought that how horny literally every version of Watson seems to be was just exaggerated, but no. Reading/rereading these as an adult shows me that Watson is exactly that horny on main.

And by 'on main' I mean 'in a widely distributed publication'.

"I know so much already that if you go one inch off the straight I'll blow this police whistle from my window and the affair goes out of my hands for ever.” The sailor thought for a little. Then he struck his leg with his great, sun-burned hand. “I'll chance it,” he cried. “I believe you are a man of your word, and a white man, and I'll tell you the whole story."

First, the captain's kinda racist, I guess.

Second, this is an exact template of what not to do when being interviewed regarding a crime you have committed. Never believe that they know everything. Never agree to tell them anything. Say nothing.

Captain Croker is kind of an idiot.

But then, given the racism, we already knew that.

"So far as I am concerned I regret nothing and I fear nothing, and I would do it all again and be proud of the job."

This is also exactly what you should not say in this situation. He's just determined to be a waking talking exemplar of what not to do, I guess. And he's doing a great job of it.

"...many a time since have I kneeled down in the darkness of the night watch and kissed the deck of that ship because I knew her dear feet had trod it."

That seems unsanitary. Sir, please desist.

Is this why they transferred you to another ship? So people would stop coming across you licking the deck? People walk on that. Sir. Sir, please.

This is yet another example of things you shouldn't do. Just in case you were wondering.

If you want to kiss her feet and you're both into that, go for it. But don't just, like... kiss the dirty deck of a ship where hundreds of people have walked because she walked there. Not only is it unhygienic, it's kind of stalkery.

Yeah.... no.

This guy is giving unhinged vibes.

"One day out in a country lane I met Theresa Wright, her old maid. She told me about her, about him, about everything."

Theresa 100% knew what she was doing here. There is no way she looked at this guy literally kissing the ground Mary walked on and didn't realise that he would be down to murder. Theresa wins the prize here. Excellently executed. Get the dumb stalker to kill the abusive husband. A+ work. She deserves a raise.

"This drunken hound, that he should dare to raise his hand to her whose boots he was not worthy to lick!"

Was not expecting to tick off 'foot fetish' on my Sherlock Holmes bingo card, but there we go.

"Theresa was always my friend, for she loved Mary and hated this villain almost as much as I did. From her I learned the ways of the house."

My dude, my dude. Theresa fucking played you.

"At first she would not open to me, but in her heart I know that now she loves me, and she could not leave me in the frosty night."

That's a really quick turn around from 'it was only friendship for her and I was happy with it' to 'I know she loves me now'.

"Theresa was as cool as ice, and it was her plot as much as mine."

It was all her plan. I bet she made sure the husband was awake at the right time.

"...since she was trying hard to shield him and so showing that she loved him."

Really? Was she though?

"See here, Captain Croker, we'll do this in due form of law. You are the prisoner. Watson, you are a British jury, and I never met a man who was more eminently fitted to represent one."

I guess Watson has enough horniness in him for 12 people.

I mean, I don't have a problem with the guy being allowed to go free, the victim literally burned a puppy alive. Also, I'm pretty sure he was manipulated into being there at the right time. Because there's no way a maid who has been frequently mentioned to be really good at her job, just blurts out her mistress's private business to a guy they met on a boat in the middle of the road. She knew what she was doing. And the husband just happened to come along?

"Come back to this lady in a year, and may her future and yours justify us in the judgment which we have pronounced this night.”

I note that this is as much of a 'happily ever after' as we get for this story. I choose to believe Mary had already moved on in a year and had given up the pretence of being in love with him.

But I am cynical, as we have previously discussed.

#Letters from Watson #The Abbey Grange #Sherlock Holmes #long post

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rxspbrrry · 2 years

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Hello! I wanted to drop by and say that I adore your writing and characterisation! It's always so on point-- how you manage to do that is beyond me; but keep up good work regardless!☆

But since I'm already,, here, I was wondering if you could a 'their type' type thingie for Clotted Cream, Madeleine and any other cookie of your choice [or just Clotted Cream and Madeleine if you'd rather do just these two!]. Basically what I was trying to ask is what do you think their romantic 'type' would be^'

It's totally fine if you'd rather not do that request! Hope you have a good day regardless!

omg yes so true anon

notes ; clotted cream cookie, madeleine cookie x gn reader, headcanons

long story short, clotted cream would want someone who could whoop his ass.

honestly, having everyone at his beck and call in the creme republic (though the feeling of power is satisfying) can become quite annoying with no one to challenge.

yeah, sure, everyone loves him, everyone obeys him, everyone does what he asks them to do. how boring. isn’t there someone around here who secretly hates him and wants him dead? someone who will barge into his office with a “I HATE CLOTTED CREAM!!!” sign and challenge him to a rap battle? or a bakeoff? or a passionate and completely useless dragonboating competition?

but kids, remember, be careful what you wish for.

clotted cream is initially elated when he gets his first hater: you. a sarcastic, passive-aggressive descendant of a noble house. you aren’t the heir since you’re one of the younger children in your family, so you have “i can go batshit crazy and people won’t care” privileges. doesn’t make you any less competent than your siblings, though, it just means you can be slightly meaner and receive no backlash for it.

so your first meeting with clotted cream starts off with you making a subtle jab at how his outfit makes him appear arrogant and narcissistic. and clotted cream, being the weird ass douche he is, loves the insult!!!!! oh my god someone finally hates him!!!!

he’s super intrigued and pokes at you further, getting more and more amused to hear more passive insults directed at him with a smug smile on your face.

however, as the days go by, the number of subtle jabs he gets from you also increases, and it starts to get on his nerves. it doesn’t help that oyster cookie and many of the elders also chuckle at the comments you make towards him. instead of hoping to hear another insult come out from your mouth, his eye constantly twitches and he keeps changing the topic to avoid more jabs (and fails).

what has he done to you to make you hate him this much!!!!!!!!!!!!! stop ruining his perfect reputation!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

so in hopes of hearing no insults from you, he sends you on a month-long expedition to get rid of you temporarily. you blow him a kiss and tell him to not miss you too much while you’re gone, and he says he’ll never miss you as a reply. famous last words.

the first week without a jab at him makes him feel more relaxed. now he won’t have to worry about you jumping around the corner to make fun of him respectfully!!!

the second week starts to get a little bit boring. okayyyy, work is the same as normal, everyone listens to him, the elders agree with everything he says, financier cookie protects him and stuff, and… no jab from you today.

the third week without you makes him lose his mind. surely, though he wished for someone to go against him in the first place, he shouldn’t be missing your insults this much. imagine what his ancestors would think, seeing him become all masochistic.

the fourth week becomes torture and clotted cream realises how much he misses you and your playfulness. how cheeky yet intelligent you are when you pass by him in the halls, discreetly insulting his neatly combed hair. how ruthless yet polite you are when you “innocently” comment about how he could never do a better job at swordsmanship than you. how mean yet beautiful you are when you smile and light up his world as you think quickly on your feet to rebut him with yet another insult.

goodness gracious, someone help a man in love.

maybe he doesn’t hate you as much as he thinks. maybe you don’t hate him as much as he thinks. maybe you aren’t that ugly when you laugh and pretend to compliment his outfit that actually insults him. maybe you aren’t that annoying when you protect him and fight by his side, in combat and in politics, talking both good and bad about his skills.

maybe he just really misses you a whole lot, and after a month when you step off the airship and look at him with a knowing smile on your face, maybe you are aware of his feelings for you too.

similar to modern academic r2l stories, basically both of you are the top scorers in the knight school in the creme republic. both of you score crazy well in both written and practical knight tests so you both are expected to be the best paladins protecting important people after you graduate. the only difference between the two of you is that madeleine hails from a reputable family while yours is more on the disadvantaged side, and you actually worked hard to get in, unlike madeleine who used connections to enter.

so in summary, madeleine likes someone who (would also kick his ass) and works hard to get what they achieved. it’s something i think he would hardly relate to.

madeleine is a bastard. he’s smug, he’s self centered, he’s rich and powerful. his knight skills are subpar compared to yours, and the only reason he’s in the school is because the head knight is friends with his father. unlike you, who came from a not so well-off family and worked your ass off to train to get into the knight academy.

so when everyone saw both of you being tied in first place in the whole cohort during your second last year of knight school, everyone knew shit was about to go down. the rich boy with connections and the other one who genuinely works hard. who will be valedictorian?

you weren’t infuriated when you knew that your biggest competitor was a stuck up rich kid. okay, perhaps his only redeem quality (that isn’t even redeeming) is that he has money and looks, but as long as you work hard to prove your worth, like you always do, the title of valedictorian will be yours.

what infuriated you, however, was that this stuck up rich kid you were tied with did not even care about your existence; hell, he didn’t even know about you! he looked at the name of the promising knight tied with him, simply scoffed, and went on his day. and lucky you, you caught all of this.

even if you’re going to rely on connections and money and power to get good grades, you thought, dumbfounded, at least acknowledge your opponent and their hard work, shithead.

due to fanfic logic, for the first pair assignment in your last year of knight school, the coach pairs you with your one and only rival. how fun.

yes, very fun indeed— he only realises you’re his academic rival when you effortlessly parry his blow.

the pair assignment (which is a short, harmless duel) turns into an actual fight that gets overly emotional. mostly from your end. you scream and cry to a confused madeleine as blade hits blade and blade hits armour.

“listen up, you spoiled brat!” you cry out, “unlike you, i actually worked my ass off to be here! so if you’re gonna be my academic rival, at least put in effort to do well and stop relying on your daddy to keep your place secure! witches, you are so infuriating!”

madeleine the entire time: ?????????????????

your rant didn’t go to waste though, hooray!!!! it actually made madeleine think twice about his position and if he actually deserved or not. so you managed to motivate madeleine to actually start strengthening his skills.

but do you think he’ll leave you alone after you become his motivation source? lmfao

yeah, get ready for an annoying pest that bothers you on a daily basis. he’ll come up to you in the hallways with that stupid annoying smile and chat with you, genuinely asking about your knight studies (but you always take it as though he’s looking down on you, lol)

i hate the 4096 character limit tumblr let me write ew (interlude)

what you don’t know, behind that smug himbo exterior, is someone whose life you changed. besides motivating him to open his eyes and look at the people around him, and motivating him to actually put in effort, he has started to really admire the way you work so hard to get the results you want to. he feels happy for you when you work hard, and happier when he sees that it pays off. so the rivalry only continues on your side, while on his side…

alas, the time has come to graduate, and the valedictorian will now be announced to the graduating batch. when the valedictorian was revealed to be the one and only madeleine, you laugh bitterly and clap halfheartedly. you suppose it was to be expected.

when madeleine goes up on stage to receive his certificate, he looks at your disappointed face and thinks about how much he misses your smile whenever you achieve your desired results after a lot of hard work. oh, how badly he wants to see that smile again.

he will bring that smile back to your face, even if it means disappointing house madeleine forever by giving the valedictorian title to you and saying how you deserved it more.

yes, seeing your astonished but grateful smile as you walk up on stage to receive the certificate from him is definitely worth getting a tongue lashing from his family.

im so sorry the ending is shit i didn’t know how to end this if there’s a spelling error it’s because i can’t type rn i keep pressing the wrong keys o(-(

#r.writes #cookie run #cookie run kingdom #cookie run x reader #cookie run kingdom x reader #cookie run sfw #cookie run kingdom sfw #clotted cream cookie #clotted cream cookie x reader #madeleine cookie #madeleine cookie x reader

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classic-caldwell-moment · 1 year

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Oh my god, Lee writes Regressor Aiden again? Yeah, yes he does. Also! Aiden calls Lawan "Lawa" here, and Lawan calls Aiden "Aidy" and "Aidy-Baby"! Self indulgent nicknames- Also like, typical DNI towards DDLGers here...for...obvious reasons.

Title: "Affection and Aiden Two."

Category: Fluff [Hurt/Comfort?]

Warnings: Age Regression [Duh] and references to PTSD flashbacks.

Summary: Aiden hasn't had a good couple of hours, finding himself curled into the corner of the room and not letting anyone touch him, but Lawan finally presents him something he didn't know he needed; his good friend, Aiden Two.

Aiden didn't bother looking up from his corner in the room when he heard footsteps approaching yet again, the sound of familiar sneakers across the wooden floor, "Aiden?" Lawan whispered softly, he didn't respond, grinding his teeth and burying his head into his arms, he did want to talk, he really did, but something was just...stopping him, "Hey. Aiden...I- Um, I've got you something." her voice continued, she sounded closer, almost like she was on his level; he peeked out from his arms and saw Lawan kneeling down in front of him, brown eyes full of warmth.

He didn't respond, blinking and looking away nervously, "Do you wanna see?" she softly asked, Aiden looked back at her and pulled his arms away from around his knees, starting to pick at the skin around his fingernails, "I'm gonna show you, okay?" Lawan smiled cautiously and pulled her hands from behind her back, Aiden found himself flinching at the movement and Lawan's expression filled with worry, then he looked at what she held, it was Aiden Two; the weird, bear looking plushie they found at an abandoned mall ages ago, his favourite item, his best friend.

His fingers twitches slightly and Lawan's mouth split into a grin when she saw the smallest glint of joy fill his eyes, "Do you want him?" she asked gently, offering Aiden Two's floppy armed body to the man, Aiden nodded and carefully took him from her, staring into the buggy, glass eyes he loved so much, squeezing the matted fur to his cheek and sighing softly, "That's better, isn't it?" Lawan murmured to him, scooting closer, but respectfully not touching him, Aiden nodded again and mumbled something to himself quietly; happy thoughts clouded his head finally and made him feel so much better.

"Yeah, I bet. He's nice and soft, isn't he?" Lawan chuckled and surveyed the now calm Aiden who was now uncurling himself from his corner, knees lowering from his chest and now sitting in a more open and comfortable position, "Am I okay to touch you now, Aidy?", that nickname, he hummed happily and a small smile spread across his face, Mia's name for him, happy memories, so happy, "Mhm." he managed to get out, Lawan grinned and offered a hug to him hesitantly, open arms that were incredibly inviting.

He considered it slowly, smile growing and moving forward to lean into her arms, she was warm, Lawan was always warm and soft, despite her hard exterior, Aiden squeezed Aiden Two in his hands and purred happily as Lawan hugged him close, "There we go!" Lawan chuckled softly, kissing the top of his head and rubbing his back in gentle circles, Aiden laughed quietly and gave her a huge smile, "Such a handsome smile!" she hummed and pressed their foreheads together, "No!" Aiden giggled, finally speaking a real word for the first time in three hours, Lawan raised a brow and made a fake gasping sound, "Oh my god! The denial! I can't believe it!" she yelled, pulling one arm from around Aiden to dramatically press a hand to her forehead and lean back.

The huge grin that spread across Aiden's face was everything to Lawan, he snorted and carefully placed Aiden Two to the side to squeeze Lawan's cheeks, "You're bein' stupid!" he laughed softly, poking the corners of her mouth and making cheerful noises, "Ough! The insults!!!" Lawan continued her acting, smile spreading across her face and pretending to bite his fingers, "Noo!" the man yelled happily, pulling his hands away and flapping them in a jazz hands gesture, "Yup! I'm gonna bite you, as revenge!" Lawan snickered and watched her friend get all his joy out through the hand movements.

"No!! No- I won't let ya." he mumbled, huge smile on his face and hands stilling finally, fiddling with his fingers and finally leaning back into Lawan's hug, "You're- Not actually gonna bite me...right, Lawa?" he whispered, Lawan snorted and kissed the top of his head yet again, "No! No, don't be stupid, Aidy-Baby." she laughed quietly, holding him close and letting him snuggle against her happily, "Plus, you'd taste terrible!!!", the laugh she earned from that was musical, pure joy; "I think I'd taste okay!!!" he giggled, soft purrs resonating from his chest, "Like um...ice cream.", well that was random.

"Ice cream?!" Lawan snorted, stroking her fingers through his hair and raising a brow curiously, "Have you ever had ice cream?", he mumbled and finally spoke, "Yeah- Duh- Mia loved the stuffs." he murmured, Lawan nodded and rubbed his back gently, "I don't think humans taste like ice cream, Aidy, as unbelievable that may seem-" she chuckled, smiling fondly at the obviously tired man in her arms; he'd had a hard past few hours...regressing followed by a flashback and meltdown, he didn't deserve anything that happened to him, and now he was here, happy, tired, he deserved to rest.

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itsthestutterforme · 3 years

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Not As It Seems 1/2 (Vincenzo)

Summary: Y/N and Vincenzo grew up in the Mafia. You owed him for saving your ass on a mission gone wrong. It's always been that way between you two. You save his hide, he saves yours. He wants you to stay undercover and find your way into Babel Pharmaceuticals as an extra pair of eyes to find out who the CEO of Babel was. But as normal, mission does not go as planned.

Pairings: Vincenzo x reader (platonic), Joon woo (romantic)

Given, you Vincenzo did save your ass big time the last mission you were on but the magnitude of this favor was worth three small ones. Regardless, you are a woman of my word. You were about a month in you cover when you caught the eye of Jang Han seo.

You started as a tech at his floor but once he found out that you loved to play ice hockey and spicy foods, he fell head first in love with you. It did not take much for him to fall for you, which was actually heart breaking. You treated him with respect and kindness, something that he wasn't used to by anyone.

The first date was at a spicy ramen shop where you talked all night until the shop was closed. The second date was at his condo where we watched the live ice hockey game while you ate spicy kimchi. By the third date, you were comfortable being around one another. You ended the date with a long, much needed hug.

In the Mafia, you weren't used to affection and Jang Han seok was verbally and physically abused by his mother and brother. You held each other for at least a minute straight. You can still remember him burying his face into your neck as you wrap your arms around his medium build.

His hands rested respectfully on your upper back and shoulder blades. When you finally pulled away, you both bowed and said thank you. You bowed at the same time, hitting each other in the head.

You chuckle in rememberance of that date. Jang Han seo was truly a good guy. He wasn't capable of doing the horrific things Cassano was telling me about. He didn't have the heart for it, so there has to be someone else calling the shots. Someone close enough to be whispering commands into Han seo's ear. You just have to figure out who.

You knock on the door and wait for a while, winging you purse side to side as you waited. You furrowed your brows when you Han seo doesn't open the door. "Han seo?" You call from outside and still no answer. It wasn't until you heard a gun shot that you kicked the door down and tumbled inside.

You take out your knife and round the corner until you saw Han seo crouching down on the floor in front of his gun. You look around for the threat but didnt see any. "Han seo?" You say, tucking away your knife. You kneel down next to him and his body jolts upwards. "What!" "Honey, what happened?"

"I ca- I can't tell you." "Why not?" "Because I can't! You're an outsider and he'll kill me." "Who?" "He ruins everything he touches." He says, running a hand over his face. "I'm sorry, but we can't see each other anymore. " "What? What is this about? Who says we can't be together?"

"Me, I say I can't. Just go!" He yells, making you wince. His eyes were red and puffy, he's clearly been cryibg. You hold his face in your hands and press a warm kiss to his forehead. "You know where to find me." You say before silently stand up and leaving. Closing the door, you let out a shaky breath.

You knew this was bound to happen but you got too caught up in the moments with Han seo. But at least now you can distance yourself and find a different approach on finding who the real CEO is. You walk towards your car and say to yourself to keep it together but as you as you hop in, tears fell on your cheeks.

"Damn it, Y/N. Pull yourself together." You say between sobs. You turn on the car and throw it into drive before pulling out of his driveway. You always made fun of those who fell in love while they were undercover, and now you feel like a hipocrite. You pull into your driveway to see Joon woo with a crate of rice wine.

You roll your eyes and tried your best to dry your tears but your eyes still gave it away. "How did you hear so fast?" You ask, getting out of your car. "My brother and I are close, and he really cared about you." "Well he sure has a way of showing it," you say, wiping away more tears.

"Come on, let's drink away our sorrows." He says and you genty take the crate into your hands. "Awe, where's yours?" You tease. He chuckles whole heatedly and says, "That's cute." "You can wait in the living room. I have to take a shower first." "Sure thing,"

Later that week, Joon woo has been stopping over your house every Friday night to check in on you. You were actually starting to get used to it. Today was Friday and he didn't come. You waited until 11 pm to go over his house and check in on him. You knock on the door and Joon woo opens it with a towel wrapped around his waist.

You fix your eyes on his face but there was a deep temptation to look elsewhere. "Y/N, hi," "Have you no manners? If you make plans with someone and can't make it, you can at least call." "I didn't know that it would urk you this bad. I'm sorry." You cross your arms and roll your eyes. "I was in the middle of shower, did you want to join me?"

"Excuse me?" "You seem a little tense." He leans his body arm against the door frame and his towel dips a little. "What if I am?" "Oh, I have a few things in mind." He says, his eyes slowly scanning your body. He leans forward and lift your chin up to plant a firm, possessive kiss on your lips.

You collapse onto his chest and he pulls you inside his loft. He closes the door before pushing you against it, his hands attached to your waist as he kisses your neck. Leaning you head against the door, he dips his head into your breasts and slides his hand into your shorts.

You gasp softly as he curls his fingers into your folds. Slowly pumping his fingers, you can feel his gaze on you. "Such a pretty girl. Can't wait for feel you clenching around my dick." He says, making you whimper.

"Move faster, please." You beg and it took him less than a second to speed up his movements. You dig your nails into his back and you spread you legs to give him more access.

He pulls his fingers out and sucks some of your juices off. "What happened?" You say breathlessly. "You're not loud enough." He kneels down on the ground and pulls down you shorts to your ankles.

You step out of them and he says, "Look at that beautiful pussy of yours, baby." You two lock eyes as he lifts one of your legs over his shoulder and slowly licks the stripe.

Your hands find his hair and tug on it softly as he sinks his tongue and pumps it in out of your pussy. You moan loudly when he pumps two fingers in you and applies pressure to your clit with his tongue.

The more he rolls his tongue, the stronger the build up in your stomach was. Your clit grew sensitive under his touch and your tried to pull away from him.

He scratch your thighs harshly and you yelp out. His fingers curl into a g spot and you slam your hand against the door. "Oh God," you chant until your felt apart under his tongue. He continued to lick and suck at your sensitive clit, making your breaths turn heavy.

"Joon, please! I'm so close!" You yell out. He rolls tongue against you and softly sucked repeatedly. Soon after, you fell apart again and you legs bucked. You fell to the ground and he catches your abdomen. He cups your cheeks and pressed a firm kiss on your lips. Your juices rubbed from his lips to yours as he invades your mouth.

You were breathless as he pulls away from your lips. He lifts you into his arms and stands up effortlessly. He lips were attached to yours the entire trip up the stairs and to his bedroom. You pull away to take off your shirt and unclip your bra.

You hear his towel drop and you buck your hips in anticipation. He lowers your body and slowly pushes his member into you.

You throw you head back and he sucks on the base of your neck. He bucks his hips and your wraps your legs around his waist to pulls him further into you. Rolling your hips to match his thrusts, he says, "Fuck, Y/N." Still buried inside of you, he lays you on the bed. He brings your legs over his shoulder and yells escape your lips with his heavy thrusts.

He lifts his hand and you links your fingers with his as he rails you into the bed. Your eyes are snapped shut as your walls flutter around his member. You bury you face into his shoulder as your rub your throat raw from yelling. "Look at me, " he commands.

You pull away from his shoulder and look into his eyes. "There's my pretty girl." He leans his forehead against yours as he slows his thrusts to chase his euphoria. You reach yours soon after and he pulls out of you. "Top me," "What?" You look at him through hooded eyes.

"I want you to see how beautiful you look on top," "I don't have enough strength for that, Joon." "Yes you do. Just one more time and I'll let you rest for the rest of the night." He lays on his back and you instruct him to sit up against the bed frame. He does so and doesn't break eye contact.

You softly pump his member in your hand until he's fully erected and sink yourself on him. You plant your foot on either side of his lap and rock your hips back and forth. His moans makes your pussy wet and sink further on him. You lean forward and bite on his lower lip. "Fuck, you keep doing that and I'll have my way with you for the entire night."

He arches his back as you scratch up his back. You roll your hips a little faster and his body goes rigid as his second wave of euphoria washed over him. You slide off of his lap and lay down on your stomach. You tuck your arms under the pillow as you lay on it. Joon lays on his side and draws circles on your back.

He waits until you were asleep but you were quite unconscious when he says, "I knew it was the right call to make Han seo break up with you."

#vincenzo #kdrama fanfic #kdramas

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troublesomeshika · 3 years

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After all this time, I'm still into you (2)

shikamaru nara x reader word count: 3.4k warnings: swearing

You were nervous. You didn’t wanna have this conversation, but you knew you couldn’t let anymore time go by or else it might be too late. Dragging your feet, you turned down the street the Nara head house sat on. The lights were on, he was probably home. You grimaced before raising your hand to knock on the front door. After a few seconds it flew open, “Y/N!” You weren’t sure what you had been expecting but it certainly was not Yoshino pulling you into a hug.

“Oh, we haven’t seen you in forever! Come in come in!” You were thrown, you’d been ready to bare your soul and grovel, you’d screwed up all your courage and now you were being pulled inside Shikamaru’s house by his mom? You slid off your shoes, mumbling something about not making a fuss before Yoshino waved her hand at you. “Nonsense. I’m just finishing up making dinner! It would be wonderful if you’d join us.” She looked at you expectantly before you simply nodded, eyes wide, still trying to comprehend everything that was happening. You rounded the corner, being led by Yoshino, to see Shikamaru and Shikaku sitting together playing Shogi, a site not unfamiliar to you. Yoshino ushered you over to the two where you sat down, examining the board. “I’ll be done soon, just give me a few minutes.”

“Haven’t seen you in awhile,” Shikaku said lightly, “what’s my move here, Y/N?” You stared at the board. You weren’t good at Shogi, and he knew that. He’d tried to get you and Shikamaru to learn, but it was such a long winded game that you’d always found it quite boring.

“Sir, you know I’m terrible at this game. Please don’t make me.” He chuckled before moving a piece himself.

“It’s good to see you around again. Shikamaru’s quite boring company,” he laughed as Shikamaru scoffed and moved his own piece on the board. The three of you sat in silence, the awkwardness growing bit by bit until Yoshino called out for her husband. He stood, still looking at the board, “I’m sure I can trust that you’ll beat him, Y/N. I’ve already gotten you most of the way there, all that’s left is to finish out the game. I’m off to help with dinner.” He walked away, glancing back at you as you shifted to take his place. He was right, he had gotten you most of the way there. You felt a soft smile grace your lips as you moved a piece. You didn’t speak a word, waiting for Shikamaru to move. It was agony. The silence was thick and you couldn’t keep your knee from bouncing as you picked up one of his captured pieces, turning it over in your fingers. Hearing the sound of a piece moving on the board made your eyes snap to the game again. You picked up another piece and moved again. Back to sitting in silence. You watched Shikamaru’s face as he studied the board before rolling your eyes and tracing the writing on the piece in your hand. You took a deep breath looking around, wondering if you could leave before dinner started. A chuckle brought you back to reality and you looked at the board. He’d maneuvered you into checkmate.

“Guess you owe me lunch, loser pays right?” Shikamaru said looking up at you.

You simply rolled your eyes. “Fine.... I guess.”

He cocked an eyebrow, “You guess? Do you need me to explain how you lost? I thought you would’ve remembered that at the very least.”

“Whatever.” you shook your head, a small smile ghosting your lips. You both sat in silence for a moment more. Breathing deeply, you tried to calm your shot nerves. You opened your mouth, ready to apologize, and Shikaku returned.

“No. How could you let him win, Y/N?” he sounded angry, but his grin told you otherwise. “Well, I guess I’ll just have to start your training again. You must be rusty after all this time not playing.” You felt your cheeks go red from embarrassment.

“Is dinner ready?” Shikamaru cut in.

“Yes, your mother sent me to get you two.” He tilted his head, motioning for the two of you to follow him.

You stood, extending a hand to Shikamaru, who stood and looked at it. “You won.” He nodded and shook your hand before turning and following his father. Walking into the dining area, you saw the table set for four with gyoza and dumplings. Yoshino smiled from her seat. You took your place across from Shikamaru before the meal began. You’d been here before, eating over wasn’t uncommon when you and Shikamaru were younger, but just like all the things you’d shared as children, it had been awhile. At some point the conversation turned to relationships.

Yoshino looked towards you, “So, Shikamaru mentioned that you were dating Kiba?”

“Mom I said-”

“How are you two?” She smiled.

Swallowing your mouthful of food, you nodded. “Uh, yeah. I was dating Kiba for awhile, but we recently ended up calling it quits. Just wasn’t working out you know?”

Her face morphed into one of sympathy, “Aw that’s too bad.”

You smiled sadly, “It’s alright, it was mutual.”

Shikaku looked up, “Don’t worry, you kids have lots of time to find someone. I had loads of girlfriends before I met Yoshino here.”

“Mhmm, and I had lots of men asking for my hand before Shikaku finally got around to asking me,” Yoshino said, holding his gaze across the table with a tight lipped smile.

“And how lucky I am that you chose me.” He raised his drink to her.

“Yes well, anyways, I’m sure you’ll find someone.” She said looking back at you. You smiled, looking down at your food. Before you could stop yourself, your eyes flickered up to Shikamaru. He looked bored and before you could look away, his eyes met yours. You immediately dropped your gaze again, feeling your ears heat slightly. It had been years since you’d felt like this. You took another bite, determined to drown the butterflies in your stomach with food. The conversation moved onto missions and you recounted your most recent B rank mission. Part way through, you’d mentioned a fighting style you’d recently learned and Shikaku launched into an explanation of why it was dangerous, and its weaknesses. You listened respectfully, knowing he meant well. Once dinner was finished, you helped Yoshino clean up before excusing yourself, mentioning some paperwork you had to get done back at home.

“Alright well, I’ll have Shikamaru walk you home,” she offered.

“I’m sure I’ll be fine, ma’am. I don’t want to trouble him, he’d probably think it’s a drag.” You laughed.

“No, no. He needs to be more active. A walk will do him good.” she brushed her hands off on her apron, glancing out into the living room where Shikamaru laid, asleep. “Shikamaru!” she called. “Wake up and walk our guest home will you?” He muttered something under his breath and Yoshino narrowed her eyes, “What was that?”

“Nothing nothing,” he sat up, looking at you. “Ready to go?” You nodded, giving Yoshino a hug and thanking her for dinner. You waved and said goodbye to Shikaku before walking to the door and sliding on your shoes. Shikamaru appeared beside you and opened the front door.

“Thanks.” you said, stepping outside. The two of you walked in silence for a bit before you turned to him and spoke up. “Really, I can walk myself home, it’s not a big deal. I won’t tell your mom you ditched me, it’s fine.”

“Tch, she knows how long it takes to get to your place and back. And besides, we’re already halfway there, it’d be a drag to go home just to get yelled at.” You nodded and a silence fell over the two of you again, this time more comfortable and familiar. You found your mind wandering back to the day you’d first kissed. You knew you were romanticizing it from nostalgia, but you couldn’t help that little bit of you that wanted to believe what Ino had said earlier. There were only a few more blocks to your apartment and you decided to say something when you got there, that way you had an easy out if it got too awkward. Once you’d decided that, your nerves began firing, causing you to pull out your keys just so you could fiddle with them. “I can’t believe you’re still so hyperactive. Thought you would’ve mellowed out by now,” Shikamaru’s voice pulled you from your thoughts.

“Always commenting on my energy. Is it because you’re jealous I have so much of it?”

“God no, I’m glad you have it. Better you than me.”

“Would it really be all that bad if you were a little more active?” You poked him with your keys.

“Uhh yeah. It most definitely would. Somebody’s gotta watch the clouds go by and that’s my job in this world. Can’t do that if I’m always going like you.”

You laughed, rolling your eyes. “Of course you’d say something like that.” You chuckled, gazing at him as you walked, a smile on your lips.

“What?”

“Hmm?”

“You’re staring. What is it?”

“Oh nothing, just glad we’re back to normal.” You said, turning to look ahead again.

His jaw tightened. “Oh.”

One word and your stomach dropped onto the road. You kept walking but you’d definitely left it behind in the dirt. Shit. What had you said wrong? Did he not think the two of you were back to normal? You wanted to hit yourself over the head. You took a deep breath, but as you opened your mouth you rounded the corner, coming straight up on your apartment building. You and Shikamaru both stopped and stood still. “Would you like to come up?” You asked hopefully.

“I should get back-”

“Please?” You stared directly into his eyes. You had to talk to him, otherwise what was the point of the night.

He gave in, shrugging. “Alright, fine. But it needs to be quick.”

You smiled, leading the way up the stairs. “Don’t worry, I just”-- you paused, ready to say it but unable to--”I have some paperwork issues and I need a genius to solve them.”

“Troublesome, roping me into doing your work for you.”

You scoffed, “As if. No see, I actually want my work to be done, not just half completed.”

“Okay, do you want my help or not?” You glanced back and saw the corner of his mouth tilted up in a smirk.

“Yes please, c’mon in.” You unlocked the door and held it open for him. Slipping your shoes off inside the door, you flicked on the light, immediately noticing the mess. It wasn’t bad.... but you hadn’t gotten around to those errands earlier today- one of which was cleaning up your apartment. You immediately hurried to grab some of the jackets and trash, blushing out of embarrassment. “Heh, sorry for the mess. I was a little busy today.”

He waved a hand dismissively, “Y/N I’ve known you how long? It’s not surprising or weird to me, I really couldn’t care less.” He sat down on your couch, stretching out his legs. “So, the paperwork?” Just when your stomach had finally crawled its way back into place, it dropped to your feet again. Paperwork. Your eyes shot all over the room before landing on your recent packet that you had yet to fix. Thank god. You grabbed it and walked over to the couch. Staring at him, you stood waiting.

“Well?” he raised an eyebrow at you.

Rolling your eyes you shoved his legs off your couch and sat down. He raised his legs and threw them across your lap causing your heart rate to spike.

“It’s this packet,” you tossed the packet into his lap before putting your own feet up on the coffee table in front of you and leaning back, “they gave it back and told me I did it wrong, but I don’t know which part of it is wrong and I’ve stared at it so much that it all looks wrong at this point.” He hummed in response, reading over the pages.

“Here,” he pointed it out and you leaned over, looking at the page. “You shouldn’t have put that there,” he proceeded to explain the error, but you couldn’t stop yourself from looking at his lips. Every time you caught yourself you forced your eyes back to the paper in his hands, but it continued happening. “There, now you can fix your paperwork.” He handed it back, putting his arms behind his head and closing his eyes. You reached forward and grabbed a pen, beginning to fix your mistakes. You glanced over at him. Back to the paper in front of you. Scribbling a bit, you snuck a look at his face again. And back to the paper. When you looked at him again, one of his eyes was cracked open watching you. Your ears began heating again, just as they had earlier that night as you forced yourself back to the task at hand.

“Would you just spit it out already?”

You stared at the paper, trying to focus on the words in front of you. Scribbling you asked as nonchalantly as you could manage, “Spit what out?”

“Whatever it is that’s making you act so weird. You were like this at lunch too. If it’s that time of month I’ll gladly leave you be.”

You reached out and slapped the side of his head. “Man, fuck you.” you couldn’t help but laugh. “I hate you so much, you know?” You threw the paperwork on the table in front of you, shaking your head.

“Mhmm. The feeling is mutual.”

You let the silence hang again. For the third time that night, you screwed up your courage, intent on saying something, anything. “Alright, cards on the table, there is something I’ve been wanting to say. As much as I love your mom’s cooking, that wasn’t why I showed up at your house tonight.”

“So I was right.”

You rolled your eyes, “Not the point.”

“Ah ah. Say it.”

“No, it’s irrelevant.”

He lifted his legs and dropped them back into your lap.

“Uhf. Ok, jeez, you were right.”

“Thank you, you may continue.”

You sighed. “I just....” pausing again, you began subconsciously tracing small circles on his leg.

“If you’re gonna go soft on me just get it over with.”

You glared at him. “Fine. What I wanted to say was, I’m sorry.” You let the phrase hang in between you, letting him decide the route of the conversation.

“What for?”

“For getting us here.”

“I’m still confused. I think we both walked here with our own legs, and aside from that, I’m pretty content right now.”

“Shikamaru. That’s not what I mean. I let our friendship die. And then I turned to you expecting you to be there for me after I’d willingly pulled away. And now it’s weird and awkward between us.”

“Ehh you were with Kiba. It wasn’t that surprising. And it’s only awkward if you make it awkward.”

“Yeah, but that doesn’t mean it was okay. Ino told me about how it wasn’t a good time for you, and I’m sorry because it was my fault.”

He groaned beside you. “Troublesome Ino. Can’t trust her to keep her mouth shut. What exactly did she say to you?”

“Well, she said that it wasn’t a good time for you, and....” you stopped, trying to decide how to phrase your next words, “she may or may not have thought you had feelings for me.” His leg twitched almost imperceptibly under your hand. “But I told her she was wrong. Neither of us has felt that way about each other, we were always just best friends.”

He sighed. “I’m gonna kill that woman the next time I see her. Well, she didn’t lie to you.” Your heart stopped and your hand faltered on Shikamaru’s leg. “But don’t worry I’m over it now. It was a temporary thing, so no need to feel uncomfortable.”

“Oh, alright.” You said, trying to hide the hurt in your voice. “Well anyways, I wanted to say I’m sorry for breaking our friendship and I just want us to go back to how we were before. Are you.... good with that?”

He opened his eyes. “Of course. You women and your need to have a conversation about everything. Anyways, does this mean you’ll take tomorrow off to cloud watch with me?”

You sighed, “If I must. Although, I have to turn in this paperwork first, and I really do need to go grocery shopping, and I have-”

“Ah ah. Meet me at noon at Ichiraku and you can buy that lunch you owe me. Afterwards you’re taking the day off to watch some clouds. I don’t care what you have to do, get it done beforehand.” He pulled his legs to the floor and stood up. “Please don’t make me come looking for you, I don’t have the energy to chase you around the village, but I will if I have to.” He extended a hand which you gladly took before he pulled you up off the couch, his hand lingering in yours for what felt like a year.

“Alright alright. Noon tomorrow. See you then.” You walked him to the door before pulling him into a hug. He seemed startled, but hugged you back, albeit awkwardly. “Thank you Shikamaru. I really did miss our friendship.” It was the truth, although you were also starting to realize you’d missed quite a bit more about the boy as well.

“Are you sure it’s not that time?”

You pushed him away as he chuckled. “Get out of here, pineapple head.” He raised a hand in farewell and made his way down the stairs as you closed the door. You sighed and walked back to the couch flopping down. You could still smell the slight scent of trees and grass that seemed to follow Shikamaru everywhere. Groaning, you stood up and stared at where he’d lay minutes before. “Shikamaru Nara, you are going to be the death of me.” You shook your head before walking to your room and laying face down on your bed. It was a weird feeling, to be back in the same position you’d been in as children. Except now you knew for sure that the feeling wasn’t mutual, and that you’d missed your chance. All you could do was hope you got over your resurfacing feelings quickly and quietly. You weren’t going to screw up this friendship for a second time and if that meant quietly shoving down your feelings, well then, that’s just what you’d do.

Bonus:

As he walked down the stairs of your apartment complex, Shikamaru paused. He turned back towards the top of the stairs. Raising his hand to his face, he squeezed the bridge of his nose before continuing the way he’d been going. He made his way back to his house, mulling over the night in his head. You’d seemed so shocked about him ever having feelings for you, what choice did he have but to tell you he’d gotten over it? Besides, he hadn’t lied. His feelings had been temporary. They had to be. He had only felt that way because he was jealous seeing you with Kiba when you were meant to be his best friend. And that had somehow morphed into what he had thought were feelings for a brief time. That was all. That had to be all. Because if he had feelings for you, he was going to end up losing your friendship again, only this time it would be his fault. You didn’t feel the same, that was clear enough from your reaction. So platonic was what it was going to have to be. He sighed, opening the door to his house. Walking into the living room, he faced his parents who were sitting together.

“Y/N got home safe?”

“Yeah, it’s not like there’re murderers just casually walking around Konoha, Mom.”

Yoshino rolled her eyes as Shikaku spoke up, “It was nice to have her back over. Haven’t seen her in awhile, I was missing all that energy.”

“And she’s recently single, that’s interesting.” Yoshino looked at her son who simply rolled his eyes and turned to walk towards his room.

“Oh leave him alone,” Shikaku scolded as Shikamaru wandered out of earshot and slid the door to his room closed. He sat down on his bed and laid back to stare at the ceiling.

“I’m just excited to be friends again, that’s all.” He lied to the empty room. “God, why did I insist she come cloud watch with me?” He groaned and turned onto his side, not bothering to change out of his clothes. “What a drag.”

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stresseddepressed-student · 3 years

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Chapter Nine:

Unfortunately, Potter was powerful and uncontrolled so his magic refused to keep itself contained. Stupid dumbass idiot who didn’t know how to control himself.

“Potter, your presence is messing with the delicate potion in the cauldron, please remove yourself.” Draco tried his best to keep his voice level, to be bigger than him, to not sink down to his level. He really didn’t want any conflict with Potter this year. It would be difficult enough without Potter Problems.

He finished mincing the wings of the Hercules beetle, wincing as he eyed the poor bastard who was still crawling around his tank. Now that he was wingless, his only purpose would be to breed one last time and then be tossed into a Fortis Invigorate potion. Draco felt a lot like the beetle, he had no life other than to be used and trapped in a glass tank. He then minced the Aconite, admiring the purple flakes created as he cut.

He cast a discreet tempus, 3:00, damn it, it's been 3 hours since he started the potion. If he was going to be successful in any way, he needed to put the wings and flakes in now. He gracefully turned, holding the cutting board in one hand and the knife in the other. He kept his gaze on the cauldron, refusing to spare Potter a glance, slowly he scraped the ingredients bit by bit. Wolfsbane was particularly difficult and if he wanted to get this right, he would need to be patient.

“What are you making?” Potter insisted, coming up closer.

Draco looked up into his eyes, barely biting his tongue at the disgust in the other boy's eyes. He glanced down, tracing the sweat and water that left trails on his brown torso and down into his pants. His trousers were hanging perversely on his hips, heavy with exertion and water. Draco could see the other boy's hip bones, the defined muscles eating away his stomach, rounded strong pecs. And his shoulders, Draco was sure that Potter could probably carry him easily and Draco was quite muscle-laden himself. His legs would definitely help him, they were thick, strong, the kind of thigh perfect for spreading his-

Draco turned away, thanking his father for the years of training in keeping his emotions out of his voice, “I don’t answer to you, Potter. Please, escort yourself to the showers as you are in fact messing with a highly volatile potion. Thank you.”

He went back to the book, listening to Potter's steps as he came closer. He inhaled sharply, the smell of rain and musk robbing him of his senses.

Draco didn’t dare turn as Potter whispered in his ear, his spine-tingling, “you’re up to something Malfoy and I’m going to find out. I’m going to figure you out and when I do, I’ll ruin you.”

You already have.

Potter stepped back and Draco could practically hear the sneer painting on his full lips. Draco finally looked up as Potter walked away, burying a groan at the sight of his muscled back and broad shoulders. He looked like a man. His trousers were barely being held up by the curve or his arse, Draco could see his pants peeking out, darkened by sweat and water. Draco knew he was absolutely fucked if this was his reaction to Potter after working out. Draco hadn’t missed how tight his pants looked around his front, Draco resisted the urge to lick his lips.

Merlin.

He felt like a pervert, he needed to get his mind out of the gutter and focused back on the potion before him. He wanted to figure out a way to make the potion better in every way-- taste, texture, effectiveness, cost of production-- anything to fix the things he broke.

Turning the flame off, he carefully poured the potion into the vials, closing them so they could ferment. They should be done by the next full moon so he had about a month or so before it had to be perfect. He wasn’t sure who would accept his potion but he wanted to perfect it before he showed it to Minerva. He rolled his back, stretching the aching muscles as he leaned over the book.

“I thought I might find you here.”

Draco whirled around, his mother's wand discreetly tucked by his side-- poised to strike. He relaxed once he recognized the dirty blonde hair and shy smile-- Astoria Greengrass.

He relaxed his mouth into a subdued smile, only the barest hint of teeth peeking through. “Astoria,” he acknowledged, nodding respectfully.

Her smile curved even more, a pretty red thing that for anyone else would have signaled something seductive, but Draco was so gay that the promise held in her lips did nothing to excite him. “Draco, how are you?”

Still, it's a lot easier to get information from a distracted person and there had to be a reason Astoria was here. He hoped she wasn't here for some nefarious purpose but soon remembered her family played a minimal role in the war, far less so than his friends' families.

He crossed his arms, flexing purposefully to see if her eyes followed the movement. They did. “I am well. Or as well as I can be considering my circumstances. And you? How is your sister?”

Her nostrils flared, once, then twice. The slightest expansion of the curve of her nose that promptly settled back into its natural state. “She is well, the climate agrees with her. Theodore, Tracy, and Millicent are there as well.”

“Yes I heard, Theodore wished to be here, but he found his family in Belgium much more amenable to him being in France than Scotland.”

“England,” she corrected, her smile smaller than before. “We’re in England.”

“Only for those who haven't learned otherwise.”

She turned her head away from him, her focus instead on the cauldron glowing purple with the remnants of his work. He decided to interrupt her before she asked any more questions.

“You didn’t answer my question,” He let one of the corners of his lips tug upward, his eyes fastened on her-- everything in his posture and countenance used to flirt with her.

She lifted her chin, tilting her head to one side to expose her neck. “What question?” she demurred.

He stepped closer, “how are you?”

“I am better now that I’m here.” She stepped back and he followed her until they were walking side by side out of the classroom.

“Here in Hogwarts or here right now?” He guided her away from the empty lab room, walking towards the Slytherin dormitories.

She peered up at him through her dark lashes, “that’s for me to know and you to find out.”

He chuckled, a gravelly sound he used when he wanted to sway his victim or seduce them, “well now I’m intrigued by the mystery you present.”

She murmured the common room password, and let him escort her through the dark passage. He tucked her hand through the crook of his elbow, teasing her lightly about spiders and snakes, all the things girls liked to be teased about. It felt a bit surreal if he was being honest, to be flirting and walking through the shadowy corridor like before. Usually Pansy would be the one to have her hand tucked into his elbow, or Blaise, or Theo; Greg and Vincent bumbling happily behind him, messing with his hair, or ticking him just to get a rise out of him. It felt so much like before that Draco's chest hurt a bit, a gentle persistent pressure growing exponentially with each step he took. Finally, they emerged into the softly lit common room although it was oddly packed to the brim.

Astoria guided him to the front where Blaise, Pansy, and Slughorn stood.

“I- I don’t understand? What’s going on?” Draco whispered urgently to Astoria, taking in his friend's smug looks.

Pansy glanced at him before settling her attention on Astoria, “so?”

Astoria pouted, “he did everything you said he would.”

Draco glanced around, bewildered. Blaise was softly giggling, patting Pansy on the back.

Astoria leaned on her tippy toes and kissed his cheek, patting him gently, “thanks for going along, love.”

Pansy grabbed his arm and dragged him to stand next to her, “shut up and I'll explain later,” she hissed, keeping her stiff smile pasted on her face. She was still mad it seemed.

Slughorn stepped forward, clapping his hands to get everyone’s attention. “Students, new and old, welcome to Slytherin, your new home. Today we must assign the student advisors, of course, I am always available to the public! I make a point to keep my door open and I'm actually writing a book on teaching principles everyone could apply to their everyday relationships, I’m sure it will be a bestseller so if you want to pre-order your copy be sure to Owl me. An open door rule isn’t the only policy I will write about in fact I-”

Blaise cleared his throat, flashing his eyes at a startled Slughorn.

“Er- right! Today we will elect from these three. Please, er, raise your hand if you would like Pansy Parkinson as an advisor.”

Several murmurs could be heard and Pansy rolled her shoulders nervously. No one was raising their hands and Draco could feel her disappointment.

Draco swallowed his pride, stepping forward, “Professor, If I may?” At Slughorn's nod, he began to address the room, “some of you do not know Pansy, I believe it would be beneficial to have a few testimonies in regards to her and Blaise so that the newcomers may have an accurate picture of them. I would like to go first.”

Slughorn clapped his back, “right you are m’boy. Excellent Idea, have you been reading my early drafts?”

Draco nodded tightly, barely concealing a snicker. He took a deep breath before speaking once more, “Pansy happens to be my best friend and I’m sure you’ve heard a lot of things about her from different people. But I would like to tell you she is the most generous person. She will offer you her time, her talent, her knowledge so that you can succeed. More than anything else, she cares about the success of Slytherin as a whole, and if you’re lucky to be her friend, she cares about your personal success. She’s third in our class right behind Hermione Granger and me. She is passionate about her work and a good teacher. Blaise is also my best friend, he’s understanding, he sees you even when you cannot see yourself. And If you find yourself in a snit, he’s the best person to help you get out of it.”

Mitch Creevy stepped forward, looking around nervously, “I'm the first Slytherin in my family, all my cousins are in Gryffindor and neither Draco nor Pansy nor Blaise made me feel any different. Pansy protected me when the Carrows were asking about my bloodline.”

Draco turned back towards his best friends, returning Pansy’s watery smile. Hopefully, this would make her forgive him and see that everything he did was for her good.

Several other people spoke up, each other saying kind things about Pansy and Blaise. Draco tried to ignore the prick in his conscious about the lack of kind words directed at him.

That was until Astoria stepped forward again, her posture relaxed and strong, “I understand many of you are avoiding the controversy of Draco Malfoy but we must not forget all that he’s done for us. He showed us how to fake curses and hexes or lower the intensity when we were forced to attack our fellow classmates. He fought in the war against the Dark Lord-”

“After he let them in!” retorted a student. A chorus of agreements and Draco looked down at his feet, it wasn’t like he could contest. He had done that and much more.

“But he fought even against his father.”

“Astoria!” Pansy hissed, her mouth settling into a harsh line.

it was becoming hard to breathe for Draco, buried his nails into his palm to ground himself. It was for naught, if Astoria didn't stop soon, he was going to have a full-blown panic attack.

“Who do you think put every single captured death eater in prison, who provided the evidence? He was ra-”

“Astoria!” Blaise warned, starting towards her, his eyes flashing gold. Draco felt sick, he didn’t want his secrets uncovered, everything he did, his shame, uncovered. He felt naked under the disgusted stares.

Astoria took a deep breath, “today, he went to his lab to work on a Wolfsbane because he knew that many students, Slytherin or other, could not afford good quality Wolfsbane. He is the only reason Goyle passed his classes, he tutored every single Slytherin falling behind. He is more than his name. I urge you to consider him.”

Mercifully, she didn’t mention Vincent. Draco didn’t think he could handle her mentioning his dead friend, someone rotting in the ground because of him.

Astoria turned towards him, her mouth pinched tightly, she didn’t say sorry, she didn’t like to lie. And even though Draco was close to tears, he admired her tenacity, her passion, her intelligence; he privately thought to himself that she would make a better teacher than Slughorn. She was almost at his level in potions but she had more of an inclination towards being an Auror than anything else. Pity. She had some inane belief she could reform it. She certainly was more ambitious than her sister.

Slughorn looked around nervously, his fingers twitching as the muttering increased. “Have we come to a decision?” he tried.

Leon Moon, the first year from earlier, stepped forward; his shaggy auburn hair reminiscent of Remus Lupin. “Is it true that you’re making wolfsbane for everybody?” he demanded, his tiny figure puffed up.

Draco buried his shock at seeing a miniature version of his old teacher. He nodded, clearing his throat before giving the fierce boy a resounding yes.

Moon glanced around, looking at his fellow first-years to see if they had any objections, “We would like Draco to be our advisor, and Pansy too.”

Everyone agreed with the little boy, save for a few people who grumbled that Blaise should be one of the advisors. Draco snorted, every single one had been one of Blaise's conquests.

Pansy stepped forward, “there can be three advisors. It was more of a matter of choosing who you didn’t want.”

Blaise rubbed his neck, “that’s alright Pansy. I don’t really want the responsibility, but I’m happy to help you guys out along with the 7th years.”

Steeled by everyone's vote of confidence and the trust in her eyes, Draco stepped forward again. “Then it’s settled,” Draco said, his voice clear and determined. “Pansy Parkinson and I will be your advisors. Professor Slughorn, are you prepared for a swearing ceremony?” Draco didn't even know why he asked, the man definitely didn't understand the sort of commitment Slytherin had towards each other.

Draco rolled his eyes as Slughorn babbled, snapping his fingers to request Mipsy.

Mipsy arrived with a pop and several first years gave a surprised yelp. She punched her fist onto her hips, looking up at him expectantly, “Yes Master Draco?”

“You can’t have a personal elf apparate in and out of Hogwarts wards!” Slughorn fretted, his chest puffing as he tried to assert his dominance. What he didn’t realize was that Draco took responsibility seriously, took vows seriously, and this was both. Slughorn didn’t even want to be the head of house for Slytherin.

Mipsy answered him before Draco could, “I work in kitchens, missus Minnie allow me to work by Master Draco.”

Draco smiled, “Thank you, darling. We’re going to do a blood oath, do you mind notarizing?”

“Elves cannot notarize!” Slughorn complained. Oddly enough, he had no qualms about performing a blood oath, something considered dark magic but he had a problem with Elves becoming Notaries. Typical.

“Certainly Master. Raise you's hand.”

Both he and Pansy raised their right hands, Draco remembered that he was mostly naked save for his shirt and he tucked his left arm tightly into his side. Though it was useless, a lot of people probably saw his mark.

“Speak vows now.”

Pansy went first, “I Pansy Minato Parkinson, vow to protect, encourage, defend, teach, and care for the students under my care.” She tapped her wand against her palm and a sliver of blood fell onto the stone floor. The stone glowed green before absorbing the blood and returning to its natural gray.

Draco stepped forward, his wand poised, “I Draco Lucius Siran Malfoy-Black, vow to protect, encourage, defend, teach, and care for the students under my care.” He pressed the wand against his palm, shivering under the surge of magic slicing his skin. The blood dripped down his wand, spiraling around the natural grain of the dark brown wood, the single drop falling into the stone, glowing a blinding silver that lasted a lot longer than Pansy’s had.

He could feel his peers' eyes on him and titled his chin up, not meeting anyone's eyes. He stood back with Pansy and Blaise as the group dispersed, his mouth tight. “Mate I-”

He shook his head, dispelling the apology he knew was to come, his arms clasped behind his back to hide his mark.

Leon came forward, his dark blue eyes glancing wildly around. He coughed and sidled up next to Draco, “Mr. Malfoy sir,-”

“Draco is quite alright.”

The boy flushed and nodded, “I was wondering, I have been, that is, I was wondering if you had finished the potion, I, well I-”

Draco placed a hand on the small boy's shoulder, crouching down slightly, “Leon, you are a smart brave boy, and I'm not going to hurt you no matter how scary I look. It’s okay to ask for things.”

Leon, flushed, scowling, “I'm not a baby, don’t patronize me, I know I can ask for things. This is a secret thing and I've never told anybody else. I was wondering if you could help me during my-” he lowered his voice and leaned closer, “transformations.”

Draco’s smile faltered, the spunky kid was so young, too young to have to be afflicted with this. He nodded, “the night before your transformation, meet me at the entrance of the Forbidden Forest.”

The kid flashed him a smile, the ones that come easy when you're smaller no matter what’s happening around you. Draco's eyes burned, visions flashing of the small boy before him losing that smile because of the life ahead of him, of the boy becoming like Lavender. Draco stepped away, casting a sonorous so that everybody in the dorms could hear him, “If you require assistance for your transformation, werewolf or other, please meet me the night before the full moon in the entrance of the Forbidden Forest.”

Pansy’s hand moved towards him but he walked too quickly out of the common room for her to catch him. He ran down the corridor, down the hallway, back to his lab, breathless. He stumbled over the cauldron and retched, bile and vomit spewing from his mouth into the cast-iron cauldron. His yellow vomit smelled so horrible mixed with the wolfsbane, and he vomited even more. A hand found its way onto his back, rubbing soothingly up and down his spine. Smaller hands combed back his hair, holding the fringe away from his sweaty face.

“He’s so young!” he cried to Pansy and Blaise. “He hasn’t lived yet and his life is ruined.”

“It's not ruined,” Pansy answered sharply, “it's not. And even if it was, it’s not your fault.”

He sobbed into the cauldron, everything from him mixing in there, his potion, his bile, his tears, his sweat-- all of it combining to present a reflection of him.

Blaise pulled his shirt off, using it to wipe his mouth and neck, banishing it with a shudder “Come on love, let's go to bed.”

Draco shook his head, dazed, “no, I’ve got to clean up first or Minnie won’t let me back here.”

“Minnie?” mouthed Pansy to Blaise who only shrugged.

Draco summoned a low dose pepper-up charm from his stock already organized in the storage room adjoined to the lab. He gagged as he swallowed the spicy concoction. Shaking his head to clear away the haze of guilt, sickness, and shame.

He conjured a scrub and some soap in a bucket. Pansy summoned another bucket and he hefted the cauldron up to pour the remaining mixture into the spare bucket. Blaise banished the bubbling bucket once it was full and Draco set the cauldron down again. Pansy whistled at his flexed muscles and he threw some soap at her playfully.

He snapped his finger and music played, lately Pansy had gotten them into Spice Girls and oddly enough, an androgynous band named Eurythmics. Wannabe’s poppy beat echoed around the room and Blaise danced comically around the room, swaying his hips and thrusting in the air every so often. He moved his hips as he scrubbed the Cauldron, humming the lyrics under his breath. None of them noticed when the door opened and Neville barreled out of the greenhouse into the lab.

“Uh-” Neville stammered, eyes wide.

Draco paused mid-gyration to stare at the blubbering boy.

“I’m gonna go-” Neville mumbled, running out of the room, leaving a trail of dirt behind him.

“Do you think he-”

“Did you see his face?!”

Blaise and Pansy both hollered at the same time, cutting Draco off. Draco grunted, drawing the attention of his two friends who promptly rolled their eyes at his pinched mouth. He cast a scourgify on the mud tracks, charming a mop to follow Neville’s path.

“Oh, will you wipe off that pinched ferret expression you’ve got!” Blaise called, slapping his bum as he passed by.

Pansy cackled, bent over in exaggerated laughter. “You do look a bit like a ferret, love,” she sighed, wiping tears of mirth from her eyes.

Draco grunted, wiping his sweaty brow. “Do you think he saw me, so…”

“Human?”

Draco glared at Blaise, who raised his hands in mock surrender. “Disheveled, unprofessional, inelegant, un-Malfoy," he corrected.

Pansy ignored him as she shucked her shirt, though there wasn’t a single drop of sweat on her back or neck. She rolled her bony shoulder as she conjured a scrub and a mop. Casting an Augementi, she started working on the walls, throwing the mop to a pouting Blaise. Draco was at once, filled with relief that his friends, his posh wanker friends, were helping him with the menial task of cleaning.

Pansy didn’t turn away from the wall as she spoke, casting several charms at other conjured scrubs to reach the places she could, “Isn’t that the point, Draco? To be un-Malfoy. To be yourself? Look at what I'm doing! I’m bloody scrubbing the wall, I would have never done that years ago!”

Blaise passed the mop between his hands, “I know you think nobody will believe the person you’ve become, that you’re good, but you don’t help when you shut people out and continue to put up wards around yourself.”

Draco wiped the cauldron down, carefully oiling it to preserve its integrity. “What would you have me do? Scream at anything and everything that I’ve changed, that I’m not a blood purist?! What would you have me say?! “Hey guys, I know you lost a brother, son, daughter, father, mother, friend-- people! But! Guess what?! I’m not a bad guy anymore, see I’m good, I can even shake your hand and I won’t break out in hives!” Yeah, that’s a great idea guys, ” Draco scoffed.

Pansy marched over, grabbing his chin gently with her soft soapy hands, “that’s exactly what you need to do because that is exactly who you are.”

He turned away, his voice weak and resigned, “and if I’m not. What do I do if I'm the same exact person as before?”

Blaise strode to him, cradling the side of his face in his hand, pressing his forehead against Dracos’, “You are. You are good. You deserve good things. You are good.”

Draco leaned forward, pressing his lips against the boy, wanting to have the maker of his affirmation breathing those words into him. There was something venerating about this kiss, about the tenderness of their lips against each other. But too soon did Blaise pull away, looking at him regretfully, “this isn’t what you want.” Draco whimpered and Blaise thumbed his temple, “ it’s okay, I won't take the words away, they’re yours, they're who you are.”

Pansy pulled him off, “go to bed with Blaise, I’ll meet you later after I finish here.”

“No, no I've got this,” Draco objected, pulling his wand out. He conjured more scrubs, mops, and dusters, easily manipulating them to clean the entire room. It was exhaustive on his magical core, especially after the day he just had, but he needed this lab to be spotless for the plan formulating in his mind. With a just wiggle of his fingers, he took over the scrubs Pansy had been manning and the mop in Blaise's hand. Pansy and Blaise gawped at him and a rush of pride swept through him. He walked over the cauldron, hoisting it up to flip it over, he wasn’t able to carry it with just his own human muscles. Sighing, he focused his remaining magic on lifting all of the spare cauldrons and organizing them on the newly cleaned floor. He was just about to set them down when his chest began to ache, a sharp digging sensation that made him stumble back. Pansy and Blaise rushed forward, grasping his sides as keeled over. Thankfully, the very expensive cauldrons were too close to the ground to have any resounding impact.

Blaise whipped out his wand, shouting “Finite Incantatem!” with no success. Dracos magic was too strong for him to make the dizzying cleaning supplies stop dancing around the room.

Pansy tapped Dracos cheek hard, “Draco, stop the spell. It’s hurting you, stop the spell!”

He groaned, his head rolling to one side. With all the strength he could muster, he whispered the spell, his wand falling limply from his hand.

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simwoman2002 · 3 years

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Hello again! 😊

Can I please request :

O- Opportunity

Arthur and Tilly

I'm being greedy now 😔 but I love them so much. Thank you again ❤️

Thank you so much for the request!!! And you’re not being greedy. I love these two, too! 🥰💗

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Arthur was never the opportunistic type, unlike Dutch and Hosea. Arthur was more of the type to simply go with the flow and provide necessary enforcement when the others found the golden—or green— sheen of monetary possibility or otherwise.

But this time… He could not let this opportunity go to waste.

It had been by complete accident that he found her sitting there by the lakeside upon a log as she gazed at the sunset during one of the painstakingly few breaks that Miss Grimshaw offered her.

Tilly Jackson. A true and natural beauty she was as she perched there on that old, dry tree, the red and orange hues of the light hanging low in the sky shining gorgeously upon her skin. It gave her an almost otherworldly look as she bathed in the last small glimpses of the sun.

His heart ached and squeezed painfully as he looked at her, and he immediately felt his hand moving to his satchel to withdraw his journal. After all, when Arthur saw something of such beauty and grandeur, he simply had to try to capture it.

It seemed selfish, he knew, to try to preserve some piece of this gorgeousness for himself, but he found he truly could not quite resist.

So he withdrew his journal and sat down on a nearby rock not too far from her spot so that he was close enough to capture her features but not near enough to pull her attention to his actions.

He knew he would not be able to capture the beauty of the colors on her face, and if he was being completely honest with himself, he truly just wanted to take any opportunity he had to draw her.

He began with the gentle slope of the bridge of her nose before drawing the smoothness of her forehead, using quick strokes of the pencil in order to capture simply a rough outline before he went back and refined the work. However, he took special care in the outline of her lips, wetting his own as he absently considered what hers might feel like upon them.

Arthur soon found himself so immersed in the sketch that he lost track of everything else, his pencil recreating the astounding view before him.

But before he knew it, he was almost yanked from this lovely world of his own by the best possible interruption. His eyes widened as he looked up at the young woman standing over him with her hands on her hips.

“Huh?” he somewhat dumbly replied, his eyes wide as he looked at her. Unfortunately, though, almost as some sort of residual effect of his prior thoughts, his eyes immediately dropped from her eyes to her mouth. As soon as they did, though, he quickly moved them back into territory that was not quite so dangerous.

However, as soon as he met her eyes, he realized that they were sparkling with mischief and something else that he could not quite identify.

“Arthur, did you hear a thing I said?” she questioned, playful exasperation in her every word.

“I’m sorry to say I did not,” he replied respectfully as always, dipping his head a little with the admission, and she rolled her eyes good-naturedly before smiling knowingly.

“I asked if you were drawing me,” she repeated herself, a grin spreading across her face as she looked down at his journal. He flushed embarrassedly, trying to hide his face under his hat. Arthur knew he had been caught, but he still felt the need to at least preserve some shred of his dignity as he admitted his doings.

“Yes, I was,” he confessed, and he dared not look up into her face in fear of what emotions he might see there.

To his surprise, Arthur felt her presence beside him on his rock as she leaned her shoulder against him and the smell of flowery perfume wafted to his nose. It was generally a scent that he associated with Mary-Beth, and it was at that moment that he realized Tilly must have borrowed some from the bookish girl.

“Can I see?” she questioned. He sighed deeply, figuring that there was no harm in letting her see the drawing now that she knew about it. So, Arthur tilted the book in her direction, allowing her to take it. She gently grabbed it and pulled it into her lap.

Arthur braced himself, waiting on her verdict, even though he knew that she was far too kind to ever say anything negative about his depiction of her.

“Arthur, it’s… It’s absolutely beautiful!” she breathily spoke, and he tilted his head a little so that while most of his face was still concealed by his hat, he could see her sweet face.

To his complete surprise, Tilly appeared to be completely enamored by the drawing, her face alight with happiness and pure enthrallment. He had to admit, it was a beautiful look on her, and he could not help but stare in amazement.

“You are an amazing artist, Arthur Morgan,” she smiled widely. He immediately blinked and coughed a little, scratching at the back of his neck as he grinned in a manner that more greatly resembled baring his teeth.

“Well, now, Miss Jackson, I ain’t no artist. Just an old man with his pencils,” he told her with a small chuckle, and she furrowed her brow, smacking his arm lightly. He laughed a little more at her reaction.

“Nonsense! It’s gorgeous, and you very well know it,” she bossily informed him, and he shook his head with a genuine smile.

“Alright, your Majesty,” he huffed good-naturedly, and she smiled, puffing up a little as she stood up before him.

“I do hereby decree that this is a beautiful drawing, and that you should think so, too,” she informed him in something that was supposed to resemble a British accent as she waved the journal at him in a scolding manner. It was truly terrible, but Arthur found it extremely endearing anyway.

“Well, if you like it so much, why don’t you keep it?” he questioned, raising an eyebrow as he lifted his head to better look at her. Her eyes widened at his offer and she squeezed the journal a bit tighter in her hands.

“Really?”

“Of course, you seem to love it a lot more than I ever could,” he told her with a smile, nodding to her kindly. He angled his head downward a little as he looked at the sand by the lake.

“Besides, it’s too pretty for me, anyway,” he mumbled under his breath as an afterthought.

“Thank you, Arthur!!!” she excitedly spoke, and he looked up at her to reply.

However, as soon as he did, she leaned down and kissed his cheek gently before hurrying off, sending his eyes flying wide open and his jaw slackening at the sudden occurrence. Once he had taken the feeling in, Arthur leaned forward, watching her go, and after a long moment, he shook his head.

He may not have been opportunistic like Dutch or Hosea, but, boy, was he glad he took that opportunity.

#arthur morgan #tilly jackson #rdr2 #red dead redemption II #red dead redemption 2 #arthur x tilly #arthur morgan x tilly jackson #fanfic #fic #fiction #fanfiction #request #ask #original

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kaleidoscopeminds · 4 years

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HELLO MEG this'll be my first ask since my muke ones SKXJSDHHB anyways I am here to (respectfully) ask u if u will write "a hoarse whisper of kiss me" from the list u reblogged with either muke or mashton or honestly anyone I don't really care and (respectfully) ask u to sprinkle in a little bit of angst bc idk if I've mentioned this but I'm a slut for angst anyways I love you have a wonderful night xoxo iba

hello iba my love!!!! well since you are in fact my muke anon i actually wrote some muke for you??? bizarre i don’t know who i am anymore but hello this is fwb but non-explicit muke w a sprinkling of angst and also the other kiss prompt you liked <3

It's been three weeks. Three weeks since they stopped this. Or that Luke supposes it is now. Whatever it or that was.

Three weeks of fighting the natural response to slip into Michael’s hotel room when he can’t sleep, under the pretence of looking for company but actually just craving Michael. Three weeks since he’s had the feeling of Michael’s lips pressing against his, tongue slipping between and searching his mouth in an intoxicatingly familiar way. Three weeks since Luke last found himself underneath him.

But really what was three weeks in comparison to four years of stumbling into each other’s rooms or bunks when drunk or bored or just needing someone. It was the pattern of things. Until it wasn’t.

Luke groans frustratedly and rolls out of bed. He tries to remember where he is in the world right now but he hasn’t got a clue, can’t remember the name of the hotel, what city he shouted into the microphone not 5 hours ago. He blinks blearily at the digital clock flashing obnoxiously at him from the other side of the bed, 3:23AM it reads. He got back a couple of hours ago, drunk but not quite as drunk as he wanted to be. He hadn’t even wanted to really go out in the first place, Michael having already slipped away to the hotel before he could catch him, but Calum had tugged his arm, pressed a bottle of something into Luke’s hand and Luke had gone along because that’s what he does, and fuck knows he needed the distraction, even for a couple of hours.

Being out hadn’t really been a distraction though, thoughts of pale, tattooed hands and pink lips invading his thoughts every time a pretty girl flirted their way towards him. Calum had shrugged and agreed when Luke said he wanted to leave, had sat with him in comforting silence in the cab, and had given him a kind but knowing look as he’d hesitated for a second outside their hotel rooms, body automatically trying to take him to Michael rather than his own room. Calum always saw too much when it came to Luke and Michael, pretending along with them but full of meaningful looks of reproach when it became obvious what the two of them were doing.

Luke pulls himself from his thoughts and stumbles to his ensuite to take a piss, trying to ignore the way that his whole being craves another person when he lies alone in his bed. Tries to convince himself that it is in fact just a craving for a person rather than one person in particular. His brain betrays him and takes him back to that night that Michael had stopped it.

Michael pulled away from Luke’s arms with shaking hands, slipping out from under the sheets and pulling on his boxers.

“We shouldn’t do this anymore,” He whispered into the dark, not looking at Luke.

“What?” Luke had murmured back, a sinking feeling in his stomach.

“This, us, whatever the fuck is happening here,” Michael huffed, pushing his hand through his hair.

“Michael—” Luke started, reaching for the other man, but Michael had stepped back out of Luke’s grip.

“No it's not —” Michael sighed and scrubbed both his hands over his face, “We should stop,” He repeated.

Luke sat up and tried to fight down the panic that was trying to claw its way out of his throat at the thought of not having this with Michael anymore.

“Mikey I don’t understand,” He said, Michael still refusing to look at him.

“I think you should go Luke,” Michael had said quietly, turning away again.

“What?”

“Please leave.”

And Luke had clambered out of the bed, finding his boxers and sweatpants, pulling them on with unsteady hands, heart racing. He’d turned back to Michael intending to say something to him, to try to change his mind, or to get him to explain or something, but Luke did what he always does and just closed his mouth again, and retreated back to his own room that had been previously unused.

Three weeks. Three weeks of trying to navigate a relationship with Michael that wasn’t ever how it had been, wasn’t ever what he wanted it to be. The strain on the band had been substantial, Calum throwing him dirty looks whenever possible, “I told you so’s” almost palpable in the way his eyes narrowed at the awkward way they danced around each other. Ashton, normally wilfully oblivious to Luke and Michael, telling Luke to “fix it” in a low voice a week ago. Luke doesn’t know what the fuck he’s supposed to do when Michael hasn’t spoken a single word to him since that night, and he doesn’t know how it’s his problem when Michael had broken up with him. Not broken up, Luke thinks to himself. They can’t be broken up because they were never together, that was the whole point.

Luke tries to tell himself that he doesn’t need Michael, that they were only friends with benefits to begin with, but now he’s lost the friend bit too, and it's that thought which has him ripping open his door at 3:25AM and walking down the corridor to Michael’s room. He knocks and waits, he knows Michael will be awake. He hears shuffling noises on the other side of the door but it doesn’t open.

“Mikey please,” Luke presses his head against the door. “Can we talk?”

There’s another pause and then the door slowly opens to reveal Michael.

Luke takes one look at him, hair flopping in his eyes, sweatshirt drooping over his hands where he’s rubbing his eyes and blinking slowly at Luke, and basically tackles him backward, wrapping his long limbs around his body, pressing Michael against him. He feels Michael’s breaths shake in his arms, his own hands coming up to grip at Luke’s bare shoulder and hip.

“I miss you, I miss you,” Luke whimpers into the side of Michael’s head.

“Luke,” Michael whispers out against his neck.

Luke pulls back to look at Michael, the way his eyes are shining with something he can’t put his finger on.

“Kiss me,” Luke whispers hoarsely. ��Please.”

Michael leans forward as if on instinct and presses his lips to Luke’s. Luke hums and pulls Michael impossibly closer before Michael rips himself away, gasping a little.

“No, we shouldn’t,” he says shakily. “We can’t, I can’t.”

“Mikey,” Luke pulls him closer again, looking at him pleadingly. “Michael, please.”

Something seems to flick in Michael’s head and he slams his lips back on Luke’s, licking forcefully into his mouth, nipping his lip like he’s trying to devour him. Luke gives it back with everything he’s got and starts to peel off Michael’s sweatshirt.

Luke knows in the back of his mind that they need to talk, that this doesn’t mean they’re back to where they were, whatever that was. Maybe tomorrow he’ll be able to tell Michael how his head and heart yearns for him whenever he’s not there, that Michael occupies every available space in his head. Maybe he’ll be able to tell him that he wants all of him, not just the bits that he claims in the cover of darkness between sheets and whimpers and whispered conversations. But fuck if he won’t take what he can get for tonight, he’ll take everything that Michael is willing to give him.

#5sos fanfiction #muke #fic #prompts #kiss prompts #muke??? muke #like who am i anymore #meg fic #meg chats shit

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'And here I thought I could crack some skull. It has been hours Venus. Hours and I started to worry. You didn't even answer my calls!'

Checking your phone noticing the numerous missed calls, you looked guilty.

'Look. You... I don't know what's happening. Since days I can't sleep, thinking about you. I- you're always on my fucking mind and I don't even know why! It's- no you're driving me crazy. Hanma isn't good. He's a psycho and he's dangerous.'

Letting myself fall and leaning on your front door I decided to say everything I had on my mind.

'Don't interrupt me please. I've- strange feelings since days now. I'm not- I've never been jealous over anything or anyone, even when Emma tried to she failed. But with you I swear Vee. I don't know what's going on doll but I don't like seeing you around other guys. I know I'm being childish and maybe a bit possessive right now but the point is, I'm not happy seeing you with another guy. I don't know if it's because of the argument we had few days ago but I can't help it! I just want to pull you close but there's a wall between us somehow and I don't know how to break it, or if I should even break it.'

Sighting deeply, my forehead resting on my arms, I was trying to find the right words.

'We've never been this far away from each other Vee. And it's hurting me. I don't know if it's because of Emma. Toman maybe, or something else. But I need you. And I don't even know in which way I need you. I'm so... lost. I don't want to ramble more though. But I'm mad, fucking mad about earlier. You should have informed me. Not because I want an absolute control over your life, but because it always has been like that between us. And here you are walking with the guy I specifically told you to stay away from?? I'd to restrain myself earlier but I wanted nothing more than punching him and breaking his fucking teeth. But in the mean time, I didn't behave respectfully last week so I can't scold you too much.'

Feeling your hands on both of my cheeks stroking them I sighted. I missed your touch so much.

'It feels so different now. Did I do something wrong? I feel you drifting away from me more and more everyday and I don't like it. I- I just want you and-'

'Look at me Ken'

Rising my eyes to meet yours, my breath hitched. You were so close.

'You're beautiful. I've never- I've never really looked at you that way but. You're so beautiful Vee'

-Draken

It's time for soft Draken 😠

ALSO I forgot to answer earlier but yeaah we got connected minds- both thinking about Hanma ehe 🤭

TURN SOFT DRAKEN UP!!!!! YEAH!!!!

My heart hammers in my chest at his words. Ken always had trouble expressing himself with them, much preferring to be heard through actions. So to hear him pouring his heart out to me now, it made my head spin.

I’m sorry, I whisper, afraid any other volume of my voice would pop the bubble we’d built around us. It was if no one else existed but me and him. Nobody else mattered. I’m sorry for not telling you about Hanma, Ken. It was wrong. We’d just had a fight about this not even two weeks ago and I did it again. I’m sorry. Using my hands to move his face, I plant a kiss to his forehead, then bring him back down to my level again. The compliment he gives me swirls around my head, sends butterflies fluttering about in my stomach. Beautiful? He had no idea how pretty I always thought he was— how pretty he is.

I’m sorry. A kiss for both cheeks this time, right on the apples. It was for making him feel as if we were drifting apart. Truth be told we were, and I was too terrified it’d never go back to how it was when we were kids, without attempting to salvage it myself. I took the blame for that, and I was apologizing for it now.

There’s something else I want to apologize for, but I hadn’t done it yet. Because if I did, it might ruin everything. It will ruin a lot of things, our friendship, he and Emma’s relationship, the balance of things. This could tip the scales if I did it, if I was selfish enough to do it.

But … I wanted to be selfish. I wanted him all to myself, all the time. I wanted him, always have, and despite coming off of a date with another guy, the unsteady beat of my heart proved to me that I always will. This could be the death of us as we know it, but it’s a risk I was willing to take. Leaning in, I kiss him. Like I always dreamed of kissing him, mouth slanted across his open one, tangling with his tongue and exploring his mouth. I get dizzy. My knees nearly buckle. I’m kissing him. I’m kissing my best friend.

I pull away quickly, chest rising and falling unevenly. I don’t dare look at him as I utter the final apology. I’m sorry.

#saw the opportunity and i RAN FOR IT #LIGHTNING DONT STRIKE TWICE #I SEE IT I WANT IT I LIKE IT I GOT IT #🗝; citizen #🗝; draken #🗝; chronicles of vee: vol. 2

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thadelightfulone · 4 years

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Keep Me In Mind

Part Two of my submission for the Quarantine Writing Challenge hosted by @shaekingshitup and @chaneajoyyy. [PART ONE]

Took this as an opportunity to write for someone new...ENJOY!

Pairing: Thick Black!OC - Lexi Washington and Rome Flynn

“One night, Rome! That is all I asked for. Was that too much? I just don’t understand how he could do this to me again.” She cries into the phone.

“Hey, hey, hey.” She quiets down, “Just breathe,” and he can hear her inhaling deeply on the line, “Where are you now?”

Lexi called Rome crying about Drew again. Last night, he once again ruined her plans for the evening. Drew knew she wanted a night to herself, and she even told him to go out with his boys. All she wanted was a few hours to relax and unwind from the bullshit week she had. And he couldn’t even do that. Drew was there when she got home, yelling, screaming, and acting a fool with the guys online instead. Rome knew this already because he was online with them.

Rome waits a few moments, then repeats his question. Lexi takes her time answering him as usual, knowing that she is going to tell him so he can pick her up. This has become a routine for them. She calls him complaining about her boyfriend, he listens and then offers to take her out to get her mind off things. It shouldn’t even be a part of their relationship, but it is; this is what they have become.

“At the house.” She steps out of the kitchen into the doorway to grab her coat and purse, “I’ll be on the steps.” Opening the door to go out, she slows once he speaks.

“Nah, stay inside. I’ll let you know when I’m there.” Lexi closes the door, turning on her heel and heading past the kitchen.

Lexi walks to the office and sits down at the desk, “Ok, text me, so you don’t have to come inside.”

“Lex, relax.” He jumps in his car, starting it up. “I got you. You just choose where you want to go, ok. That’s all I want you to worry about.”

“Yeah, ok. I’ll see you when you get here.” They end the call, and Lexi looks at the picture frame on her left. It is a photo of Drew and her in better times, enjoying the natural beauty at her favorite park. Before things became so strained that they could barely talk to one another without it turning into an argument - he makes a demand of her, and she wants him to ask respectfully. She makes a simple request, and he fights her tooth and nail just to avoid doing it.

Lexi closes her eyes, she is so sick of the fighting and his treatment of her and their relationship, but she doesn’t want to leave. She loves him, and she believes somewhere deep down, he loves her, too. She has no idea how they got to this point, but she has hope it’ll get better.

Folding her arms on top of the desk, Lexi puts her head down and nods off. Only waking when she hears voices coming down the hall towards the office. She sits up and tries to wipe her face of any sleep real quick. A short knock precedes the door opening, and she sees Rome walk in with Drew behind him. He stays at the door.

“Yo man, the next tournament is in a week. You playing with us, right?” Drew asks, clapping him on the back.

Shrugging him off, “Of course, you know you need me.” Rome looks over at Lexi, who is fluffing her hair and rubbing her eyes before standing up, “Ready to go?”

“Yup,” she walks over to Drew and kisses him on the cheek. “I’ll see you later.”

“Yeah, sure.” He steps back into the main hall, then turns around, walking backward as he faces them both, “Oh, and can you bring me back some chips and ice cream? I finished both earlier.”

“Really, Drew? You were just out, why didn’t you get some?”

“It’s not my job to make sure the pantry stays full.” Rome shakes his head while Drew smiles at her, “Besides, I didn’t say anything about you finishing off the rest of the Crown last night.” Turning back around, he makes a left down the hall. Lexi groans.

“Come on, let’s go,” Rome interjects before Lexi can follow after him just to say something back. He has been here when one of their arguments started, and he does not feel like playing referee today. Grabbing her shoulders, he leads her away in the opposite direction towards the front of the house.

Walking to his car, Rome opens the door and lets her get settled as he makes his way around to the driver’s side. He watches as Lexi leans back in the seat, closing her eyes and rubbing her temples. They both sit there quietly. Rome’s eyes on Lexi taking in the view from the bottom up. Lexi is wearing classic white slip-on Vans with some dark denim jeans and a pink and purple ombre peasant top. Her burgundy and dark brown natural curls twisted out, framing her face. Rome smiles while staring at her when she removes her hands from her face.

“Can I get my face back?” Big black eyes behind rose gold-rimmed glasses along with the deepest dimples he has ever seen laugh at him. Her laughter causes her cute chubby cheeks to rise and her eyes to flutter. "I hate when you do that, you know?" She pushes at his arm.

Shrugging the push-off, Rome looks over at Lexi, "Do what?" Starting the ignition to warm the car up, he sits back in his seat, waiting for her answer.

"That!" Lexi points at his face, "That right there." She grabs her phone and tries to snap a picture of him. Rome turns away before the flash, and she catches a perfect profile shot of him. He is looking out the front of the car, his 5 o'clock shadow appearing between his mustache and attempt at a beard. Spotting a new short cut, she can see the waves coming in. And she knows he is smiling at her even while he faces forward. The beautiful bastard. She saves the picture and puts her phone away.

"So, you don't want me looking at you?" Quickly turning her way, he sees her slowly nod at him before nervously biting her lip. Putting the car in gear, he begins to laugh, "Not gonna happen." They pull off, and Rome grabs her left hand with his right, squeezing it before settling it on his thigh.

Lexi looks down at their hands intertwined; it's not a new sight because they do it all the time. But for some reason, today, it just feels different and not necessarily in a bad way. "Where are we going?"

Focusing on the road, "Have you eaten today?" Rome inquires. Lexi rolls her eyes, focus outside of the window while mumbling the answer. "Lex?"

"No," she huffs out.

"When was the last time you ate?" He stops at a red light to look at her fidgeting in the passenger seat.

Groaning, she finally looks back at him. "Not since lunch yesterday." He squeezes her hand on his lap. "I did- I did have food to eat last night, Rome, but I was so pissed off about Drew being home and fucking up my evening-" she sighs, "I couldn't bring myself to eat it. So, I let him have it."

"And drowned your sadness in that bottle of Crown I left at the house?" She nods her head in response, "You don't even drink whiskey." He proclaims.

"I know.” She whines, “Why do you think you didn't hear from me until this afternoon?" Lexi rolls her eyes, "On the plus side, I did get to soak in my bathtub and woke up there, too." She starts laughing, and Rome can't help but join her.

"What am I going to do with you, Lex?" What am I going to do about you? He thinks to himself.

The light turns green, and Rome takes off. The car is quiet again except for the radio in the background. Everything I Miss At Home by Cherrelle is playing softly. Rome peeks over at Lexi, who is quietly singing the song. Loud enough that she didn't think he would hear her.

Rome pulls up in front of a restaurant. He parks the car and gets out to catch the passenger door before Lexi does. He didn't need to rush because she is dumbfounded, looking up at the familiar place.

Hearing her door open, Lexi looks up at Rome. "How did you know?"

"Know what?" he replies, helping her out of the car and closing the door behind her.

"Italian, Rome?" He is still confused by her comment as they enter the restaurant. They are greeted by the owner, who remembers Lexi from the previous evening and shakes her hand, welcoming her back. Rome looks at her as she nervously says hello to the man. "This is my favorite Italian restaurant.

"Ahhhh, so your dinner last night was from here?" She mouths yup as the owner leads them to a table. Rome follows behind Lexi, eyes roaming her body and especially those thick hips swaying in her jeans. He inwardly groans as she slides into the booth.

"Well, I knew you loved Italian. I just didn't know you knew about this place." He finally replies while sitting down.

"Yeah, I love this place. It's actually where Drew and I first met." Lexi ends that statement, gently realizing how awkward this must be. "I'm sorry."

Rome taps the table before looking up at her, "No need to apologize for that."

"But I mean, he's -" Lexi stops speaking as Rome shakes his head.

"I know who he is." He cuts her off, "And I know who you are. There's no need to say any more than that." Rome picks up the menu, sighing behind it.

He didn't mean to act like that towards her, but he didn't want to talk about Drew. He didn't want to talk about anything that reminded him that Lexi does not belong to him even if that is part of a long-overdue conversation between the two.

Putting the menu back down, "I should be the one apologizing to you." Lexi looks up from her menu, confused. "Why don't we get something in your stomach first, and then we'll talk?" Like it was planned, Lexi's stomach answers for her, and they both laugh, erasing the quickly rising tension at the table.

Lexi orders her favorite dish from the night before, Stuffed Chicken Marsala, and decides to get it over mashed potatoes tonight. Rome orders Chicken Florentine over Angel Hair pasta. They both order different flavored Italian sodas and Minestrone to start.

Their food arrives, and they eat in comfortable silence. Lexi sneaking peeks at Rome since she can’t figure out what he wants to talk about with her. They have always been able to talk with one another about everything, so this doesn’t make any sense. He looked so serious when he brought it up, too. He cut her off when speaking, and he has never done that before. If she is honest with herself, Rome has always been there for her in ways that Drew never has. Finished with her food, she drops her fork on the plate and openly scrutinizes Rome, hoping he will look up from his plate so they can start this conversation.

Rome senses Lexi’s eyes on him and pays so much attention to his food that he scrapes the plate while cutting his chicken. He completes the task at hand and puts the knife down. It feels like he is under a microscope, and Rome doesn’t understand where this nervous energy around Lexi is coming from. He has always been her sounding board and a voice of reason for when she wants to just talk in a judgment-free zone. And she has been that for him on occasion as well, so what changed?

His phone vibrates against the table, and he looks down at it. Drew. The unspoken matter between them. Why is he calling him now? “It’s your man.” He tells Lexi.

“He’s your best friend,” she declares. “I’m gonna go to the bathroom while you two talk or whatever.” She sets her napkin beside her plate and gets up from the booth.

Rome watches her before picking up the phone. “Yeah, what’s up?”

“When are you guys coming back? I want my ice cream.” Drew complains into the phone.

“Are you serious? As long as we have been gone, you could have went and got some.” Rome states matter-of-factly.

“I know, I know. But I asked her to get it for me. So, I expect her to do that.” Rome pulls the cell away from his ear to look down at it. This cannot be the same dude he grew up with acting like this. “Can you make sure you stop before bringing her home?”

“Yeah. Bye.” Rome ends the call, not wanting to entertain him anymore. The waitress appears as Lexi makes her way back to the table.

“Would you like anything else?” She asks them. Rome nods at Lexi, who shakes her head.

“No, that’ll be all. Thanks.” The waitress drops off the check and collects their plates before leaving them alone.

“What did your bestie want?” Lexi smirks at him.

“Stop that mess.” Rome waves her off as he takes cash out of his wallet to pay for their meal. “He wanted to know when his ice cream would be making it home.”

“The ice cream? But not me?” Lexi questions.

“I was kindly asked to make sure we stop before bringing you home.” Rome stands and takes Lexi’s hand, helping her up.

“Wow, ok.” They wave goodbye to the owner and waitress on their way out. “You are just taking me straight home, right?” She asks as they get into the car.

“Is that what you want?” Lexi shrugs as Rome goes on, “Is it worth the argument?” He starts the car, heading back towards their house.

“No, but I am over whatever game he is playing.” She crosses her arms over her chest. “I just want to be respected and treated as an equal. Something he stopped seeing me as a long time ago.” She grabs his left hand, linking their fingers before settling them in her lap, “Why can’t he be more like you?” Under her breath, why can’t he be you?

Rome is quiet until George Duke’s No Rhyme, No Reason plays on the radio. He starts singing along, knowing exactly how the man feels except he isn’t married, but he definitely finds himself wanting the woman next to him. Lexi smiles in the dark while listening to him sing.

The car stops in front of the house, and Lexi mentally prepares herself to deal with whatever mess Drew is about to start. Rome comes around to her side as she gets out. He grabs her hand in his as they walk up to the front door. Turning her around before she goes inside, he sees the tears start to run down her face. Rome leans over and kisses Lexi’s cheek, “Just keep me in mind.”

#quarantine writing challenge #black female oc #thick black female oc #black female oc x Rome Flynn #thick black female oc x Rome Flynn #Rome Flynn fanfic #Rome Flynn rpf #thadelightfulone

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addictofsupernatural · 5 years

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The Southsider (pt. 7)

Sweet Pea x reader

Chapter Summary: It seems like a normal day to y/n, until she sees an unfamiliar car in the parking lot. But she decides to play it smart and make a call.

Word Count: 2007

Chapter 1 • Chapter 6 • Chapter 8

You put Sweet Pea's flannel in your backpack and headed to school. You slipped on your jacket and got to school with a pep in your step. You thought that everything was fine, put you saw one Reggie Mantle walking the halls.

Veronica and Betty came up to you. "Do my eyes deceive me? Why is he here?" Veronica asks.

"I was hoping you guys would tell me." You frown.

"Let's go before he sees you." Betty says, to which you respond by nodding. Unfortunately he sees the three of you leaving and decided to follow.

Veronica sent a text to Archie. Before he could get straight to you, Archie steps in his way at the last minute. You let out a smile. "Easy Reggie. I don't think she wants to see you."

"I know, I came to apologise." He looked at you, as if he wanted you to help him, but you just stood there. You didn't care what he had to say, what he did was unforgivable. He brought up the worst times in your life, just to seem superior.

He tried getting closer to you, but Archie pushed him off. "Look, I realized that what I did was pretty douchey. I was too focused on the Southside, but you've been in the Northside for so long that you're basically one of us." He gave you a nervous smile. "I'm sorry."

You said nothing. You're basically one of us? You felt madder than you've ever felt within this week. After the exposing, the letter, the bullying, this pissed you off the most. He wasn't sorry for what he put you through. He was sorry because he now thought of you as a Northside.

Sweet Pea spotted you in the hallway, instantly smiling. But that smile faded when he saw Archie pushing away Reggie while Betty and Veronica were beside you. As he got closer to protect you, he saw you walk straight up to Reggie and gripped his collar, punching him in the face.

He fell to the ground. Sweet Pea stopped in his tracks, definitely not expecting that. He then saw Archie putting his hands on your shoulders, which snapped him back to reality. As he kept walking he heard Archie say "I could say that I was the one who did it."

"No, it's fine. I'll deal with Principal Weatherbee when he gets me."

Sweet Pea then reached you. "Are you okay?" He put his hand on your arm.

"Yeah I'm fine." You smiled at him.

"Hate to break up this convo," Veronica said, smiling. "But we will be stealing your girlfriend. Bye now." And with that Veronica and Betty led you to the school library, where you all sat down and you told them about your date.

"You're kidding right?" Veronica asked.

You shook your head, feeling the blush grow on your face. "That's so romantic." Betty fawned.

"Who knew such a dark, brooding person could have a soft side to him."

"Just because he's not the boy next door doesn't mean that he isn't a sweet person, V." You said.

"She's right." Betty said. "Jughead is a lot more sentimental when it's just us two."

"See?" You teased.

"Hey, don't hate on Archiekins just because he's not afraid to be affectionate in front of others." Veronica sat back in her seat.

"So what if they have some pride? It just makes it all the more cuter when they show some bashfulness." You enjoyed being able to talk about stuff like this with them.

Meanwhile, Sweet Pea and Archie stared at one Reggie Mantle on the ground. "Get up." Sweet Pea said.

He got up. "Are you going to tell Principal Weatherbee?" Archie asked.

"Nah, it's cool. Once she realizes where she belongs it'll be fine." Reggie smirked. He decided that he was going about this the wrong way. He tried to humiliate you, but others had your back. But if you were turn your back on the Southside, that'll really hurt them.

Sweet Pea was about to punch Reggie himself, but Archie put a hand on his shoulder, shaking his head. The bell then rang, and everybody went back to class.

Toni and Cheryl, who seemed to be getting closer, were begging to have you tell them about the date. You decided to play with them, denying their requests. It wasn't like you cared for Betty and Veronica more, but you knew that they would make fun of Sweet Pea.

You only dropped little teasers to what happened, until you finally said "You should ask Fangs. He was there, even if he wasn't." They looked at you, confused. You just giggled. Oh Fangs.

When lunch arrived, you took the flannel and looked for Sweet Pea, finding him on his way to his table. "Sorry, I forgot to give this back to you."

He smiled and took it. "It looked better on you anyway."

"I kind of doubt that. I kind of find the flannels on you pretty hot." You reached up and was about to kiss him, but was interrupted.

"Oh, there you guys are!" Betty said, dragging Jughead along with her. Sweet Pea backed away from your touch, causing you to huff. He heard the huff, and held back a smile. He had that affect on you then. "So I had the most amazing idea in class. I thought that we could all go on a double date." She smiled as Jughead looked at her, surprised.

You didn't know how you thought about this idea. Jughead was like a brother to you, and going on a double date with him in it was a bit weird.

"I don't think that's such a good idea, Bets." Jughead said.

"Yeah, I agree with Jones."

"Come on guys, it'll be fun. Right, y/i?"

You looked at Sweet Pea, who shook his head. You then turned back to an eager Betty. "Uh, sorry B, but I have work later on today."

"Do you have work tomorrow?"

"Well, no but-"

"Then it's settled. The four of us will go on a double date tomorrow at Pop's. I can't wait." And with that they left.

You gave Sweet Pea an apologetic smile. "This isn't a good idea."

"I'm sorry. Let's just make the most out of it, yeah? I honestly didn't think it was a good idea either." He huffed and nodded his head. You kissed his jaw, then the side of his mouth. "Thank you."

He looked down at you and smiled before giving you a quick hug and walking away.

When school ended you headed to Pop's, greeting FP with a smile. "Well, what's got you so chirpy?" He smiled at you, glad that you were doing better.

You shrugged, thinking of Sweet Pea. "Oh, y'know, I'm just happy with my life right now."

"Well I'm glad that you're doing better now."

"Yup. Sweets has been helping me out the whole time." This got his attention.

"Sweets, huh? You've been spending a hell lot of time with him."

"Well yeah." You grabbed some ordered food. "I'd hope I'm allowed to spend some time with my boyfriend." He looked at you, shocked as you quickly sped walked away from him to deliver the food.

As you came back he stopped you from grabbing other plates. "What the hell you just say?" He quietly asked.

"FP it's not a big deal."

"Not a-"

"Let's not overreact, okay?" You put a hand on his shoulder. "He has been there for me every step of the way. He has done nothing but helped me when I needed it. Give him a break."

You took the food and served some people. He huffed. "Fine, but I'm having a little talk with that boy."

"Believe me, there are some worse guys I know out there."

His fatherly instincts seemed to still be intact. "Like who?"

Just then Reggie walked in, smirking when he saw you. "Like him."

He sat down to where the counter was, looking at you expectantly. You gave FP a look, and he nodded. You went to the back to help Pop make some milkshakes while FP went up to him. "What can I get you?"

"Is y/n here?"

"She's busy, I'll be serving you." He narrowed his eyes at him.

"Shame. She's pretty hot in the uniform, don't you think?" Reggie knew what he was doing. He knew he was talking to the serpent king. He wanted to test him, test if the Southside king could keep it together.

"I think she likes to be treated respectfully. Now what would you like to drink?" FP was trying his best not to punch this kid in the face.

"Chocolate milkshake. Extra cherries. Have y/n bring it out if you can." He nodded and headed to the back.

He went up to you and watched you make a chocolate milkshake. "I heard everything." You said, not looking up from your work.

"I am so close to spitting in this boy's drink."

You smiled. "Why don't we just act like we did?" You finished the milkshake, adding three cherries on top and handing it to FP.

He gave it to Reggie. "Here you go kiddo. I added a little something to it, just for you." He gave him a smile, leaving Reggie to look at his drink suspiciously. You passed by with two other milkshakes in your hand and gave him a smirk, causing him to be even more suspicious.

As you were heading back to behind the counter, Reggie grabbed your arm. "Excuse me," He said. "I'd like to order something."

FP then grabbed your other arm and pulled you away. "And what would you like to order?" FP asked.

He ordered, smirking at you everytime you passed by. Soon Jughead came around the time you were going on your break, so you went and sat with him as you took your break. Then Sweet Pea came to say hi to you. When you ended your break, Sweet Pea was about to leave before FP slid next to him in the booth. "Not so fast, boy. I'm on my break, and we need to have a little talk."

Sweet Pea squirmed in his seat. "I heard you and y/n are dating now." Jughead tried hiding his smile and obnoxiously slurped on his milkshake. "If I so much as hear or see anything that I don't like you doing towards her, you're a dead man."

He nodded. "Understood."

"But right now, we've got a more pressing issue. You see that boy?" He pointed to Reggie, Sweet Pea nodded. "He's been coming onto y/n the whole time."

"And the hierarchy of high school jocks strike again." Jughead said.

"Damn Northsiders! Always trying to take things that don't belong to them!" Sweet Pea tried to get out of the booth to confront the Bulldog, but FP pushed him back.

"Easy boy, you don't want to make a scene. Just keep an eye on him when you guys are at school. You too, Jug. We need to take care of her." The boys agreed.

Sweet Pea then decided to take off. He said goodbye to you while giving you a side hug and a kiss on the cheek. This angered Reggie, which led to him leaving Pop's.

Soon your shift ended and you walked home. When you got to your house, you saw two cars parked in the driveway. One of them you recognized as your aunt's. The other you didn't know. You scoped out the car, seeing a ghoulies jacket on one of the seats through the window. You then called Sweet Pea.

You let out a breath you didn't know you were holding when he picked up the phone.

"Pea, we've got a problem. The ghoulies are at my house, and for some reason out of any possible time my aunt's home too."

...

"No, I'm standing outside."

...

"Okay, I'm going inside."

...

"I have to, they could be hurting her!"

...

"I'm just going to stall until you guys get here."

...

"I will. Bye."

You then hung up the phone. You took a deep inhale and exhale, and opened the door.

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sleepyfan-blog · 5 years

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>:3c "What I'm fighting for" and "Bounty on their head" DS Dreammare

prompt : Bounty On Their Head, What I’m fighting for

Fandom: Dreamswap by @onebizarrekai

Characters and pairing: DS Nightmare, DS Dream, Undyne from a nameless AU, DS Dreammare

Warnings: swearing

Word count: 1,521

Summary: Nightmare is caught after fifty years of running.

Nightmare had no idea how far Dream was going to take trying to find him until he woke up in a cell, hands shackled above his head, his legs and ankles tied down to the wall as well in a no-war AU that he’d been staying in for less than a week. He’d been traveling from world to world, Kevin by his side and miserable and heartbroken over his childhood friend’s utter betrayal of what they’d been created to… No. That wasn’t why he was heartbroken and hurt. What really stung was the haughty expression on the other’s face as Dream coldly told him that Nightmare had no place in the perfect version of his multiverse.

The guardian of Negativity had dealt with a lot of shit in his life… But he’d never expected that Dream of all people would betray him so utterly. He should have known better. Soul destiny bond thing be damned, it was clear that he was cursed to a miserable and lonely fucking existence. That was fine. He could.. He could be alone for the rest of his miserable existence, being hunted down in any world that was somewhere close to fucking decent to live in. He groaned a little, and he was pretty sure that he was going to have a bad bruise forming on the back of his head.

The Undyne of this world came strolling in, wearing a sensible uniform and a strange golden pin. It was a circle with a letter J and a letter R on it. “So, you’re the most wanted criminal on Justice Reign’s list… You sure as shit don’t look like much - and you’ve got next to no LV, too… Just what the hell did you do to piss off Lord Von Licht?”

“Who… What the fuck are you talking about? What is Justice reigns? Who is this Von Licked f… Person?” Nightmare wanted to curse and swear - but with something interfering with his magic, talking was the only way out of this. Which he wasn’t great at, unless he wanted to piss someone off. Which he didn’t right now.

“Lord Dream Von Licht? He is the leader of Justice Reigns - a group dedicated to bringing peace and positivity to the multiverse.” The Undyne responded, staring at him as if he’d grown three heads. Her genuine confusion was disconcerting.

Wait. Lord who von whatsit? Since when did they have a last name? Is that what Dream’s been up to in the fifty or so years that Nightmare’s been frantically trying to hide from his other half in dodgy as hell timelines? He would have started laughing - Lord Von Licht sounded like a pompous asshole - someone who wore an unnecessary amount of ruffles and spoke with a snooty as hell accent. “Yeaaah. I recognize the name Dream… My crime? If you ask him, it’s because my fucking existence causes pain and mayhem throughout the stars damned multiverse. I didn’t ask to be made.” Nightmare hissed back, tears blurring his eye sockets as he desperately tried to keep himself together. Turning into a fucking crybaby wasn’t going to do him any good whatsoever. Undynes didn’t like weakness, from his experience. He realized he was shaking a little, but at least he wasn’t crying anymore. Probably.

“Why do you fight against Justice Reigns, then?” She pressed, frowning a little and he could dimly sense that she was uncomfortable and disconcerted.

“I… I try to fight for my own right to exist. I just… J-Just want to live.” Nightmare stuttered out after a moment, feeling incredibly vulnerable and stupid. He needed to escape this fucking place. He tested the restraints holding him in place, jolting a little bit and hissing in surprise as pain lanced through his body, his eye lights briefly going out at how intensely painful it was.

“JR does have a no mercy policy when it comes to certain kinds of criminals- but given how little LV you have, it is unlikely that you are a murderer. Your life will be spared. I have seen that they do have rehabilitation centers for those who show that they are truly willing to change, just that they have grown up or were forced into awful circumstances by their AU…” The Undyne responded, her voice kinder and warmer.

A small, armless lizard-like monster came running up, their eyes huge “C-captain Undyne! L-Lord Von Licht is here to see the p-prisoner we’ve captured personally! He’s headed here right now.”

The Undyne sighed and nodded, saying quietly “I’m not quite sure what you’ve done to earn the top spot, but there’s a good chance that he doesn’t-” She abruptly stopped speaking, her eyes going wide as… As -

Nightmare recognized the feeling of his other half’s magic, and Dream appeared in a flash of golden magic, his wings (which were new) flared out impressively behind himself. He walked through the door - his wings apparently intangible and made purely of magic. “Thank you for contacting my people, Captain. May I have the key to his cell, please?”

“Of-Of course. May I please have his name, for the records of his arrest, sir?” She responded respectfully, fumbling with something in her pockets before producing a small silver key - and three brass keys that matched the material his cuffs were made out of - down to the runic carvings that Nightmare could see on them.

“Of course. Nightmare Von Licht… My wayward mate. I’ve been searching for him for the better part of fifty years and have been tremendously worried about him. He’s the guardian of negativity and can cause quite a lot of chaos… Most of it unintentionally.” Dream responded with a quiet sigh, shaking his head a little as he sent Nightmare an exasperated but fond smile that froze him to the spot.

“I… Y… W… You asshole! You tried… You tried to… To…” Nightmare was so upset and furious he could barely get the words out of his mouth “THE LAST TIME THAT WE TALKED YOU TRIED TO KILL ME, YOU SMUG ASSHOLE! Don’t you dare play the victim!”

Dream sighed, rubbing the bridge of his nose with a couple of fingers before responding “I do admit our last conversation… Or rather, argument could have gone better. But I have been running ragged trying to find you, Moonlight. To try to apologize for hurting you and scaring you so badly that you felt like hiding from me for the rest of our lives was the only reasonable option.” The other’s voice was all soft and warm and his… His emotions felt genuinely regretful, concerned and happy to see him.

Fuck. Fuck. Where did Dream come off being all nice and… And genuinely apologetic and - was this a trap? Nightmare didn’t want to think so… And it wasn’t as if he had much of a choice. He was literally trapped in a cell, unable to flee. “Well, getting me out of these damn chains would be a good fucking start, Sunshine. And I sure as hell hope that you don’t think that I’m going to be forgiving you right off the bat.” Nightmare huffed, glowering at the other, suspicious and hopeful. He’d missed Dream more than he’d realized…

Dream - or Lord Von Licht as the other was apparently calling himself nowadays stepped into the cell he’d been stuck in, first healing his injuries, a sad if slightly amused murmur of “Must you always do things the hard way, love?”

“Hey, I have no idea how the fuck I got injured. The last thing I remembered was climbing up into the tree I’d been sleeping in for the past couple of days to sleep.” Nightmare protested, scowling a little. Embarrassingly enough, the very first thing he did as soon as he was free of all of the cuffs - instead of winding up and punching the other square in the face for all of the shit the smug fucker had put him through… Instead, Nightmare flung himself at Dream, latching onto the other, hugging him tightly, burying his face into the other’s chest (when the hell had Dream gotten so tall?) and grumbling “I… I’ve missed you so much, you high-handed asshole.”

“And I missed you too, my stubborn, tree-climbing idiot.” Dream responded fondly, wrapping an arm around Nightmare’s waist as he handed the keys over, pressing a fond kiss to the top of his head. “I’m going to bring you home, alright? I am going to assume that you’ve got nothing stashed in that tree of yours.”

“Of course not. Everything I own I keep in my inventory. Or I’m wearing.” The negative spirit grumbled “I… Okay. I suppose we should go to your home…”

“What do you mean by that?” Dream prodded lightly, wrapping his other arm around Nightmare’s waist, nuzzling him a little.

“…You’re my home…” Nightmare muttered under his breath, flushing bright purple, embarrassed and wishing he hadn’t said that.

Dream’s eye lights turned briefly into stars however, and he grinned brightly “Oh… Nightlight… I’ve missed you terribly as well.” He kissed Nightmare fondly on the teeth at that before teleporting them to his headquarters.

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artificialqueens · 5 years

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paris in the rain (when i'm with you) (Branjie) - ohhthereuare

AN: Rainy days and comfy clothes. Brooke and Vanessa just being happy and soft.

Inspired by the song “Paris In The Rain” by Lauv which became my official branjie song

This is me getting emotional over B looking soft in her comfy clothes and the fact that V liked the tweet when I sent her this song and said it made me think about branjie. If there’s any possibility that she listened to it and thought about them as well then I am a dead woman Here’s the link, listen to it and feel the vibe https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JZELmUooBlY Leave a comment, cry with me if you’d like because these two dumbasses literally own my dumb, drunk heart now Jenna I’m dedicating this thing to you bc you make me so happy and I can’t wait to actually cry and yell into your face in person

AO3

The rain was tapping gently against the windows of the van as the contestants were halfway to the studio for yet another day of stressful challenges. The clouded sky cast a grey glow onto the city, everything seemed to be a little bit more mellow and sleepier than usual. Even the queens were not as chatty, be it stress, unresolved drama or the weather. Vanessa and Brooke occupied their usual spot at the very end of the van, limbs impossibly tangled so no one could really tell when one ended and the other one began. The taller queen had her arms wrapped around Vanessa from the back and was looking out of the window, absently drawing circles with her thumb on her boyfriend’s small palm and placing soft kisses to her temple from time to time. Neither said a word, listening to the comforting murmur of conversation around them and each other’s calm breathing. Vanessa felt so warm and safe, tucked in the crook of Brooke Lynn’s neck, she would have easily said no to the whole show for the day if it meant being able to spend a few more private moments with her man. Especially since Brooke was wearing Vanjie’s favorite outfit- the white hoodie, that always smelled like aired out cigarettes smoke, Brooke’s cologne and a laundry detergent, and her worn-out grey beanie. As lovely as seeing her in tight-fitting pieces was, all put together and so gorgeous it took Vanessa’s breath away sometimes, she liked her best like this. She knew now it was mostly a dancer thing for Brooke, staying slightly uncomfortable and always professional on stage, only to change into comfortable and loose clothing as soon as she was done. She was always so soft like that, all grey and white cotton, sleeves a little too long so she held them in place with her fingers, too much material to show off her toned body but just enough to keep her warm and relaxed. It somehow made Vanessa feel like she knew and understood her better, who she really was as a person behind all the makeup and perfect composure. It made her love her even more.

“You’ve been staring, boo.”

“Hmm?”

“Yeah, for the past ten minutes. You’re not as sneaky as you’d like to believe.”

“Maybe I’m just admiring the view” Vanessa shifted a little to place a small kiss to the spot where Brooke’s jawline dipped towards her neck. She stopped for a moment to press her nose closer, relishing in the smell of her boyfriend being the strongest there. A sweet blooming feeling spilled like hot ginger tea down from her chest and into her bones. She could melt right then and there. “Especially since the view’s all mine to admire.”

A slight pink blush painted Brooke’s cheeks like a summer sunset and she smiled before she reached her hand to adjust her beanie. Vanessa beat her to it, pulling the grey material down her face to cover her eyes. Brooke’s lips briefly parted in surprise and Vanessa captured them in a kiss. She tasted like menthol cigarettes, maple syrup that she had for breakfast with her pancakes, and toothpaste.

“As soon as this shit’s over, and we send both of your asses packing, we’re getting you a room!” A’keria shouted from the front of the van. Shuga and Nina laughed but they were both smiling kindly, excited for their friends’ happiness, even if it was making them nauseous at times.

Maybe on another day they would have shouted something back, a joke or a bit of harmless shade, but today they didn’t care about anybody’s opinions. Vanessa snuggled in closer, her back pressed against the taller queen’s chest, shielded safely by her arms. She noticed absentmindedly how well Brooke’s look went with the weather; looking like rain on the concrete, sipping on coffee with whipped cream, listening to chill indie music, feeling so at peace and like the raindrops separated you from the rest of the world. Vanessa could swear being with Brooke was like sitting in their own bubble with everything else soaking in an icy spring drizzle. Or maybe these feelings were turning her into a sappy piece of ass. Not like she cared much to be honest.

The blurry streets behind the window changed into a well-known by now parking lot. The rain showed no signs of stopping. Brooke sighed heavily, her mouth right next to the shorter queen’s ear so the puff of breath sent chills down the other one’s spine.

“I wish we could just stay like this” One last kiss on the cheek, lingering this time, leaving a ghost of a touch, a squeeze to their intertwined fingers, before she started untangling herself to get up “Too bad I have a crown to win.”

“Oh hoe, feeling confident today, aren’t we, Miss Brooke?” Vanessa laughed, her voice changing from quiet, low and relaxed to her regular rough self. She missed the feel of Brooke’s body instantly but the warmth where they had been touching remained. They started getting out of the van and into the unforgiving weather, Brooke walking first but reaching her hand behind her for Vanjie to grab. It was not much but it was somehow enough.

Brooke was already on her second cigarette in the span of ten minutes, hanging by the balcony’s doors and listening rather than watching the ongoing rain put Los Angeles to sleep. They had an hour left before the PAs made their round around the building making sure all the queens were respectfully in their own beds, like children during summer camp. Vanessa walked into the room silently without knocking, her flip-flops slapping wetly and bare chest pulling Brooke’s attention for a second. She made her way to Brooke’s bed and grabbed the white hoodie that was thrown into a bundle of other clothes before putting in on. The sleeves were way too long but she didn’t bother with rolling them up, instead letting them hang over her wrists and reaching the tips of her fingers. The overall length was too much on her tiny body as well, ending somewhere mid-thigh. She looked exhausted, moves too slow for her usual frantic energy, back hunched and eyelids heavy. Brooke thought she had never looked more beautiful.

The Canadian queen finished her cigarette, putting it down in a small glass of water she kept outside and joined Vanessa on the bed. She left the balcony doors ajar so they could still hear the raindrops swishing calmingly outside.

“I like you in my clothes, you know.”

“Oh yeah?”

There was a teasing note in Vanessa’s voice, a promising growl that would normally ignite a fire in both of their bodies if they weren’t this tired.

“Yeah but I like you in everything so…”

They both snickered at how lame that sounded, but neither cared. Brooke was glad she had someone like Vanjie, someone who didn’t make her worry whether she said the right thing or not. She could be herself in her presence and after so many hours of anxiety, keeping yourself in check and watching your every move, it felt like more rewarding than anything she could win. Vanessa laid on her back and Brooke was there beside her propped on her elbow. After a moment she started tracing light patterns over Vanessa’s arms, shoulders, jawline, lips, nose, and closed eyelids. She watched her fluttering, dark eyelashes and how her lips parted with a huff when Brooke brushed her finger against the shell of her ear.

“Don’t fall asleep on me now, Papi. The PAs will have to kick your ass out of my bed if they find you here like this.“

“Mmm, yeah, whatever. Now shut up and cuddle me, bitch.”

Brooke laughed but obliged, wrapping herself all over Vanessa’s sleepy frame, arm thrown across her stomach and legs tangled together. She smelled like her own shower gel and Brooke’s hoodie, which was strangely arousing. The shorter queen turned her head and placed a messy, off-center kiss somewhere to the corner of Brooke’s lips. It still amazed her how just simply being with Vanessa made her so happy. It didn’t really matter what they did nor where they were as long as they were together.

“I think it’s time for you to go, you know.” Her heart squeezed painfully when she said it and she hoped Vanessa could hear that in her voice. There was nothing she wanted more than for them to stay like this forever. Maybe only a crown and scepter at their feet would be a nice bonus.

Vanessa sighed heavily before she opened her eyes and rolled onto her side. Brooke only had a moment to register the new fire shining in her eyes before Vanjie put her hand on the taller queen’s jawline and pulled her in for a goodbye kiss. This time her lips were already parted and hungrily possessive, making Brooke keep up with their pace, her fingers tingling with the sudden urge to explore and touch. Their quickened breaths and quiet whimpers mixed up with the sound of raindrops falling outside.

“Miss ya already.”

“You’re literally still in my bed.” Brooke huffed out a laugh but all she wanted to do was to get back to whatever was just happening between them.

“So?”

Vanessa sat up on the bed, still wearing the hoodie and apparently leaving with no intention of giving it back now, took Brooke’s hand for the last time and brushed her lips against the other queen’s knuckles lovingly. The look of pure love in her eyes was almost too much for Brooke to handle. She hoped her own eyes conveyed the same emotion for Vanessa to see before either one of them dared to put it into words.

“Sweet dreams, boo.”

“See you in the morning.”

They never wished for the clouds to clear out and for the sun to rise faster.

#rpdr fanfiction #branjie #vanessa vanjie mateo #brooke lynn hytes #fluff #ohhthereuare #submission

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