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coryosbaby · 3 months

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Give It To Me .

Dark! Luke Castellan x nymph! Reader

Content warning . Non-con, minor predator/prey themes, squirting

You sigh as your toes are enveloped in cold, crystal clear water. Making your way into the pond, you’re thankful none of the other nymphs had followed you here.

Sure, it’s fun to swim with the others. At camp Half Blood, you’ve made a lot of new friends that are just as appreciative of the earth as you. But sometimes you need a moment to yourself— a moment with nature and its elements.

Your clothes are discarded— this is your hiding spot deep in the forest, after all. It’d be a wonder if someone found it. It’s as if it was made just for you.

You spend a great deal of time in the waves, resting against a giant boulder peeking out of the water, relishing in the cool breeze moving through. You giggle at the fish tickling your ankles because they’re always quite fond of you.

You enjoy your swim so much that for a second you don’t hear the sound of another.

It’s the noise of a belt buckle clinking that makes you turn your head towards the shore. You peek out over the surface of the water, and on the shore you see the figure of a tall male.

He seems to be going for a swim. He peels his shirt off, then slips his jeans down to his ankles and throws them on the ground somewhere behind him. He steps into the water, slow, emitting a small sigh as it envelopes him. He wades forward and then relaxes against the waves.

Your eyes glaze over.

You want to move. Your body stays behind the rock , however, to admire him for a moment more.

He’s an interesting half blood. Not like the others— older, with dark, raven like hair, pretty doe eyes, and a very fit body. He’s incredibly handsome, and something tugs in your chest.

You move by instinct, and it makes a splash. Your body freezes up in fear. The boy whirls around, surprised by the sound of another ounce of life in the empty pond. You peek over, praying he doesn’t see you as he makes his way towards the rock.

But to no avail. His eyes catch yours, then, and a feeling like butterfly wings twirls in your tummy.

“I thought I was the only one here.”

You struggle to say something to him, the shock of being caught and the attractiveness of his voice washing over you. He doesn’t seem to mind your timidness, and reaches out his hand.

“I’m Luke.”

Luke. Where had you heard that before? You can’t be sure.

Your much smaller hand falls into his, and your arm erupts into goose flesh. His lips part beautifully—demigod charm.

“You’re a nymph, aren’t you?” He continues. “I’ve seen girls like you in the lake… never back here.”

“Yes,” you reply, in almost a mere whisper. “I’m sorry. I was just.. I’m shy, that’s all.”

He chuckles, both hands running through his hair. Water droplets stick to his forehead.

“Shy. Not shy enough to have a shirt on, though.”

You flush when his eyes drop down to your naked chest. Your hair covers your breasts, but that doesn’t make it any less revealing.

“No one ever comes back here.” you stutter out, embarrassed.

“But I did.”

You don’t know what he means by that. His head tilts, and his body moves closer to you. Your back hits the rock, your chest heaving. “I know nymphs are supposed to be pretty. But I’ve never seen one as beautiful as you.”

Your stomach tangles into knots, from nerves or arousal you aren’t sure.

“Oh,” you breathe out. He chuckles before looking around behind you.

“There isn’t anyone else here, is there?”

You shake your head, and you feel a bit queasy. Regretful, too, for revealing such a thing. Had your stranger danger warnings from your peers taught you nothing?

Something in the boy’s demeanor has changed, and you think that maybe he isn’t your handsome prince after all.

And looking at the scar across his eye, you finally remember who he is— Luke, son of Hermes. A counselor from Cabin Eleven. You had never spoken to him before— it’s a big camp, after all— but his wandering eyes whenever you were near seemed to be filled with lust. You had just toned it down to a weird crush.

How did you not register it before?

You don’t know, and as of right now you don’t care. You begin to move away to the shoreline, where your dress lays haphazardly on the sand.

Something clicks in your head — How could Luke think he was alone if your clothes were there? — and you decide that you really shouldn’t be here. Not near this pond, and especially not near him. Your relaxing day has just turned awry.

“Where are you going?” Luke calls to you, and you begin to move faster. You could care less if your underwear is exposed to him as you finally get to the shore. Your hands nervously fumble with your dress.

“Just… I forgot I had somewhere to be!”

“Where?”

You jump, turning around to see him behind you. His body drips with water and his hair is plastered to his forehead.

“Oh, you know..” you chuckle nervously, a shudder running through you. You avoid eye contact as you slip the dress over your damp body. “Just— nymph stuff.”

“Nymph stuff?” He questions. The way he says it is almost accusingly, as if you aren’t allowed to lie to him. His eyes are dark, his demeanor tense. He walks towards you, and your heart beats out of your chest.

You begin to run.

You don’t know why. It’s maybe—probably— instinct. But you don’t make it far. Not even a few feet. Luke takes after you, and before you can even move off of the sand and onto the grass he’s got you pinned underneath him. A terrified squeak makes its way through you, and you squirm in his grip. He grabs you by the neck and pushes you down into the sand.

“Stop fucking moving,” he growls, fumbling with his belt. “You dumb slut.“

You cry, your bottom lip wobbling. His cock hangs out of his underwear, heavy and thick. Your eyes widen to the size of saucers.

“Luke, please! No, no—“

“Shut up,” he groans out, wrapping a hand around his shaft. Your thighs clench together against your own accord. His other hand flips up the hem of your dress and exposes your wet panties to the open air, and he yanks those down, too. All the while, your heart thuds like a scared rabbit and your legs flail against him.

He pulls your thighs apart, and you whimper weakly.

“Oh, fuck,” Luke’s fingers play with your slit, soaking with something more than water despite your protests. “prettiest pussy I’ve ever seen.”

His tongue runs along his bottom lip as he pulls away, his hand going to one side of your head, the other moving down to position himself at your entrance. Your body relaxes against its own will, giving up on fighting. He’s extremely strong, definitely skilled in taking his opponents down. There would be no use.

Your eyes water as he sheathes himself in you. White hot heat courses through your veins, shock on your face as he pushes in to the hilt. You can’t do anything but lay there, frozen.

Luke lets out a grunt, his face resting in the crook of your neck as he begins to move. The smell of lake water and shampoo permeates your senses as you unintentionally bury your nose in his curls and sharply inhale. Your arms wrap around his big shoulders and you let out a salacious cry.

He slaps his hand over your mouth, his voice as venomous as a snake’s.

“Don’t you dare get us caught,” he warns, a low chuckle coming out of his mouth when you clench around him. “Dirty fucking girl. I bet you want that, don’t you? I bet you want everyone to see what I do to you. How much of a desperate bitch you are for me.”

You shake your head aggressively. He smiles.

Turning your head to the side, you see the expanse of the woods and the lake before your eyes flutter shut in pleasure. He hits a spongey spot inside you that has your toes curling, and he watches every movement — the way your face contorts in pleasure, your body taking over the rejection in your mind. The way your wetness leaves a white, creamy ring around the base of his cock. The way that everytime he touches that spot, your legs shake and quiver.

He fucks into it over and over, rutting into your like an animal, hammering his aching dick against your walls and making you see stars.

You should feel guilt, disgust. But he’s so heavy on top of you, and it’s hard to breathe, and his hands are coming down to your clit and— fuck, you’re going to cum.

It happens quickly. You don’t even fathom what happens before your orgasm washes over you, but your vision whites out and you seize up. Back arching, you let out a desperate mewl as liquid gushes out of your abused cunt. Luke, noticing with furrowed brows and his mouth agape, pulls out of you to slip his fingers inside instead. The digits slide in easily, coated in wetness, as he begins to thrust them in and out. The slick sound of your release sets your face on fire.

“Fuck yes,” Luke groans, and he sounds pained. “Give it to me, princess. That’s it, that’s the stuff…”

Rubbing at your clit, he helps you ride out your orgasm, drawing out more of your release. His fingers go up to his mouth, and he slides them over his tongue. He whines, positioning himself back over your pussy, his hand jerking off his own dick.

“Gonna cum all over you,” he grunts, arousal pooling over his fist. “Shit, ‘m gonna...”

His head tilts back, and he lets out a deep moan as he releases all over your bare pussy. Your hole clenches desperately when you feel his warm spend hit it, sticky and wet. His big hand splays across your thigh and digs crescent moons into it as he rides out his high with a shaky quiver of your name.

You lay motionless, his cum drying against your cunt as he comes down. He still holds your legs in his hands—as if you could go anywhere, at this point. As if he hadn’t just fucked you dumb.

He strokes the skin of your thighs, his breath bordering on a sigh.

“This’ll be our little secret,” he says softly.“Yeah, baby? Promise you won’t tell?”

It may sound sugary sweet, but underneath it all the sentence is incredibly threatening.

Sweaty and hot, you weakly nod. He gives a pleased, predatory smile that shakes you to the core.

“That’s my girl.”

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anadiasmount · 2 months

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Hi love! I love your blog and your scenarios. You are a very talented writer.

I was wondering if you can write a story when the reader it's Jude's best friend and she is a little to drunk. She can't stop saying to Jude how amazing, big and soft his lips are (because omg Jude's lips). And idk if they kiss it's up to you how the story goes.

kisses xx

hi lovely!! tysm!! it means a lot 🫂🤍

“oh my gofh, i’m soooooo drunk,” you slurred laughing a bit. your eyes where half way closed barely holding onto jude who carried you bridal style since you couldn’t even stand. “i’m so gonna regret this tomorrow jude, i’m calling it right noew,” jude chuckled leaning his head on yours that rested in the crook of his neck.

“i tried to stop you but you had a mission, i’ll take care of you,” jude promised setting you down as he fidgeted to grab his keys and open the door. “why did you get so drunk? hmm?” he asked wonderingly. the whole night you drank, danced, laughed, and even almost fought someone because they pushed you.

“if i told you, it wouldn’t be a secret,” you giggled failing to properly put your finger against your lips, instead by the corner of your mouth. jude picked you back up and walked into the house, he set you down on the small bench leaning down onto one knee to remove your heals.

“i know what you’re trying to do, don’t act like i don’t. i might not be in my five senses but i can’t tell you this secret,” you hummed in delight, a sense of pride waving in for not telling him, even if you wouldn’t remember it the next morning. “why can’t you tell me this secret hm? how big of a secret is it?” jude teased, walking you slowly upstairs to his bedroom and then bathroom.

“it’s a fbi secret. if my friends found out i told you i wouldn’t hear the end of it,” he heard you giggling and then hiccup. “if i told you i’m scared the next morning it’s going to be awkward and we’re not going to be friends anymore,” you slur and pout looking into jude’s brown eyes boring into yours. even when drunk he didn’t fail making you shy and intimidated by his handsomeness.

“and why’s that?”

“because i love you so so so so much,” you express, leaning up to wrap your hands around his fitted shoulders. “i love your eyes,” you touch his lashes feeling them flutter, “i love your nose,” you poke it another giggle escaping your lips, “i love your curls,” you twist a single coil in your index finger jude chuckling nervously.

“i love your lips so much! they’re just so plump, juicy, and so soft,” you whine, your thumb running along his lips slowly, your eyes entranced by the small lines and shape of them. “if you were mine i’d kiss you all the time,” you taunt him even more without knowing, jude’s heart racing at your confession.

you shake your head no, jude feeling the coldness return where your arms were once wrapped, “what am i saying! y/n behave. remember he doesn’t feel the same way,” you reminded yourself loudly. “what do you mean pretty girl?” jude asked squinting his eyes ever so slightly as his hand stroked your cheek.

“that you don’t feel the same way i do… love wise… you see jude i like you but not as a friend, as in something more you know? like anytime i’m around you i never want to leave because you make me so happy. when i’m with you it seems like you’re the only person i want to spend the rest of my life with,” you frown, tears stinging the inner corners of your eyes.

“i don’t think you love me the way i love you jude.”

“how can you be so sure of that hmm?” jude says, taking out some of the makeup melting bomb you had to remove it, stroking away the aftermath with a gentle and clean towel, doing some of your skincare for you as you sat there with your eyes closed. “i’m sure so sure if it jude. you don’t look at me the way you do with other girls…”

“that’s because the only girl i want to look at for the rest of my life is you darling,” he stopped his movements urging you to look at him. “whether you remember tomorrow or not, i want you to know that we share the same secret. that we love each other but not in a friend way. as in i wanna spend my life time with you,” jude confessed.

you squeal, kicking your legs excitedly as you heard him, not caring if he hadn’t completely spread the moisturizer on your face. “do you really mean it jude?” you attempt to ask him seriously, with a brow raised and arms crossed against your chest. “i’m not lying to you. i really do mean it,” jude leaned down a placed a feather like kiss on the inner corner of your mouth.

“let me finish here and we can cuddle okay?” he stated, making you nod and go quiet after a long night of chattering away. “okay but i want to wear one of your shirts. they’re just so comfy and so soft. like your lips. HEY! did i mention how much i love your lips? they look soft as clouds,” you yapped.

jude laid in bed, giving you a minute of privacy to change and brush your teeth. he couldn’t stop thinking about your admittance to him, the way you poured your heart and feelings out. he’s dealt with you drunk but it wasn’t compared to tonight. all he could think about was if you could remember the next morning and about finally making you his.

you practically sprinted almost tripping toward the bed. you cuddled into his warm embrace placing small kisses on his bare chest and neck. “goodnight judey, i love you handsome,” he heard you say cheekily, forever wanting to hear you say it everyday for the rest of your lives. “i love you too pretty girl. sleep. a morning of headaches is awaiting for you.”

the next morning, you slurred in your sleep, squinting your eyes and looking around to see you were in jude’s bed. your head came up from his neck, jude fast asleep snoring very quietly, a hand on your waist as the other one was placed next to him. you were infatuated with how he looked, evening in the morning and asleep he looked so handsome.

you remembered last nights events surprisingly. wanting to slap yourself for not being able to tell him sooner how you felt, it would’ve saved you this whole embarrassment and hangover. jude slurred in his sleep, eyes fluttering as he woke up, his eyes slightly puffy and red from his sleep. he smiled down at you, dimples popping out as he leaned his head back onto the pillows chucking deep. “i take it as you don’t remember anything?”

“nope. in fact i remember everything, handsome.”

“do you now? how’s the hangover?”

“could be worse, but you could kiss me to take the pain away?” you say leaning up, lips dangerously close to his, tucking your hair back so it wouldn’t fall on his face. “with pleasure,” he sat up, taking your legs and spreading them so you could sit on his lap properly, as his lips connected with yours. you moaned in delight, a hand coming to the back of his head to pull him closer. jude slip his hands under your shirt, feeling your still warm skin underneath his fingertips.

you didn’t care about anything. not even if you hadn’t brushed your teeth. all you cared and could focus on was the way he devoured you, holding you close to his chest almost afraid to let go off you. how his lips smashes with yours, teeth clashing, his warm tongue tracing your bottom lip before kissing you deeply once again.

“kiss me. just kiss me forever jude.”

#judey thoughts 5️⃣#jude bellingham x reader #jude bellingham blurb

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say-al0e · 10 months

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Night Changes

Rating: M | This is smut! No one under 18! Minors, DNI!

Summary: Jake’s set on skinny dipping. You’re afraid of what that means for your friendship. But he’s always got a plan. | Ft. “How many times have you jerked off to me?” + “Shut up and take your pants off.” requested by Anon.

Warnings: Slight exhibitionism (they’re in a pool but it’s private?), feelings, anxiety, one mention of a guy being creepy (not Jake), unprotected PinV, unrealistic understandings of the Navy and definitely unrealistic expectations of pool sex.

Pairing: Hangman x fem!Reader

Word Count: 6.2k (whoops, welcome back I guess)

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“Jake, nothing you can say will convince me to go skinny dipping.”

Quiet laughter, amused and unbothered by your reluctance to yield - yet, as Jake had you wrapped around his finger and knew you would give in sooner rather than later - filled the small backyard as he grinned. From the corner of your eye, you could see him; bathed in the warm glow of lights, strung up around the back porch for moments like this. Soft shadows were cast across his face, highlighting the curve of his jaw and slope of his neck as he reached for his rapidly warming beer and you were struck, if only briefly, by the thought that he looked like a leading man from some cheesy film.

Just as quickly as the thought crossed your mind, however, Jake brought you back to the conversation at hand. “And why not?”

With a sigh, you tipped your head to the side to take him in, eyes narrowed as you allowed the question to linger. It was rare to see him dressed down - you’d gotten so used to seeing him in khaki that anything else almost seemed wrong - but he looked effortless in the soft button-down he’d left mostly unbuttoned. Leave had given him the opportunity to destress, to relax on the beach and enjoy a few deep breaths, and you were still surprised he’d chosen to spend most of it with you.

Yet, here you were, for the eighth night in a row.

For the eighth night in a row, you found yourself at Jake’s side. Rather than sitting on a beach, you found yourself surrounded by the warm night air - still and sticky and lingering in the verge of stifling - lounging on a soft deck chair in his backyard.

California summer had yet to arrive but you were already dreading it as a spring heatwave, accompanied by sunny skies and too-high electric bills, nearly made you miss the chill of the east coast. But, try as you might, you couldn’t bring yourself to regret taking the opportunity as your gaze drifted to Jake’s face once more.

That teasing grin of his made your heart beat just a touch too fast, an occurrence you were slowly growing used to, and your breath feel that much harder to catch. But it was pointless. Though you hadn’t known Jake for that long, you knew him well enough to know that for all the pretty smiles and flirty remarks, none of it meant what you so desperately hoped it would.

Falling for Jake Seresin would only end in disappointment so you hid your lovesick sigh behind a roll of your eyes as you reached for your own drink.

“For one,” you began, sparing a glance around the backyard he’d finally gotten to make use of, “this fence is ridiculously low and I can’t say I have any intentions of flashing your neighbors.” While you had no doubt they were already asleep - they were an elderly couple, in bed with the sun every evening and capable of tuning out every noise you made - you were enjoying Jake’s attempts to convince you.

“Two, Coyote’s just going to dinner. He’ll be back eventually,” you reminded him, raising a brow as he laughed. His lips parted to interject but you waved him off with a dismissive hand. “And three,” you directed your full attention to him, then, “who says I want to see you naked?”

Jake shook his head in exaggerated disbelief as he laughed. His knee nudged your own as he shifted in his chair, ensuring your full attention was on him as he met your eyes. “One, I’m well aware of where we are and how low the fence is. You know my neighbors are asleep and won’t wake up until the sun rises. Two, he’s out on a date. He’s not coming back tonight.” His grin morphed into something a little more mischievous then - flirty and honeyed, exactly what he used to get his way with beautiful women at the Hard Deck - and made you want to roll your eyes as he eyed the skin exposed by your shorts. “Three,” he continued after a moment’s pause, “I’ve seen the way you look at me. When we’re at the beach, or the pool, or the bar… You definitely want to see me naked.”

Every word was true, brazenly honest in a way only Jake could get away with, and he knew it. Still, you refused to give him the satisfaction of openly admitting just how badly you wanted that - how badly you wanted him. “Your ego does not need my validation, Jake.”

As he always seemed to be, Jake remained unbothered by your rolling eyes and refusal to admit what you both knew to be true. Instead, he simply took a moment to soak in the sight of you.

Those green eyes blazed a path across your skin, gaze sharp and warm with every sweep across exposed thighs and a sliver of stomach. Jake was never shy about checking you out, always appreciative of the view you allowed him, and this moment was no different. Even as every fiber of your being begged for him to look elsewhere, to give you a moment to catch your breath, he simply swiped his tongue across his bottom lip and returned his gaze to yours.

“I’m not too proud to admit that I want your validation, sweetheart.”

There was little you could do to stop the shaking breath that escaped your lips - one you knew Jake heard clearly, if the amused twitch of his mouth was any indicator. That drawl grew a little thicker with every beer he drank, accent stronger and voice a little rougher; when combined with the weight of his gaze, the honey of his voice, the way it all dipped a little lower any time he had a specific request for it, reduced your thoughts to few and far between. Forming a coherent sentence was difficult, but you managed to retain enough self-preservation to know that this was a bad idea.

“Still no.”

Jake’s eyes narrowed playfully then. He’d always been able to read you, to tell what you were thinking with startling ease, and you could see that he was searching for discomfort. The moment you seriously told him to drop it, to let this fantasy of romping around in the moonlight go, he would without a second of hesitation. But this was the game you both loved to play.

Toeing the line between friendship and something more, between playful banter and a simmering desire that left you certain you could fall in love with Jake Seresin - if he’d only fall with you - had become your normal. From the moment you met, there’d been something simmering beneath the surface but, as of late, it seemed to be bubbling higher than usual. Every conversation had grown heavier, weighed down by the potential future you were certain only you saw, but you couldn’t bring yourself to stop.

Neither could Jake, it seemed, as he offered, “What if I promise to change your oil?”

Jake never seemed the handyman type - he never seemed the type to get dirty, full stop - but he’d proven himself capable. And where you were concerned, it seemed he had no qualms about maintaining his perfect appearance. “You promised to do that anyway,” you reminded him, pausing to take a sip of your drink. “After that skeevy guy wouldn’t leave me alone at the mechanic’s last time.”

A flash of annoyance crossed his face - not at you, you knew, but at the memory of your call when things had gotten more uncomfortable than you were willing to handle alone - before he nodded. “Yeah, you’re not goin’ back there. Alright, what if I promise to change the air filter in your apartment?”

“Even though the hall closet is creepy and I hate it?”

That smile returned, softer but more assured - he’d chosen the best bargaining chip and he knew it. “Especially because the hall closet is creepy and you hate it. Any other demands, sweetheart?”

“I kind of like hearing you beg.” Jake’s brows winged up at your teasing comment, unable to hide his surprise as you tipped your head to hide your smile. The innuendos were his forte, tossed out any time you gave him a half a chance, but you see his grin growing just a touch larger as you shrugged. “Throw in on-demand spider killing when you’re home and I’m in.”

“I don’t beg, darlin’, but for you? I’d consider it.” Jake struck a nerve and he could tell. When you flustered, choking down a sip of your drink to swallow the warmth creeping up your chest at the mental image of Jake begging - for you, no less - he grinned. It was triumphant, easy in the knowledge that he’d won, as he declared, “All you gotta do is give me a call and I’m there. No begging necessary.”

Though the comment dripped innuendo, was teasing and designed to see you fluster, Jake meant it wholeheartedly. He’d proven himself loyal, eager to answer your call even when he probably shouldn’t, and softened just for you.

Moments like that - when Jake seemed a little softer around the edges, so willing to give you whatever you asked for without expectation - answered the question your friends seemed most stuck on. What had you seen in Jake, the flirty jerk at the bar, that they couldn’t?

They saw the pretty smiles and the subtle flexing at the bar. They heard the flirty remarks and thinly veiled innuendos. They witnessed the flattery he heaped on the women before you - and then you, when he’d given you his full attention - and the way he softened, just a little, in your presence. But they had yet to see the Jake you found yourself falling for hard and fast.

This Jake, the one who laughed and teased and could still be a pain in the ass, all while keeping a sharp eye on your feelings - ready to redirect in an effort to make you comfortable the moment he took a step too far - was one only you got the privilege to see. This Jake, the one who would still change your oil and the air filter in your apartment and kill all the spiders, regardless of whether you let him see you naked, was one you were glad to keep to yourself. And even though you feared losing him the moment you fell into bed with him, you still found yourself relenting.

“Fine.” Despite your best attempt at nonchalance, you knew Jake could hear the waver in your agreement. While you were eager, excited to see him, you found yourself suddenly afraid. There was no guarantee he’d like what he saw, no one guarantee he’d be able to look you in the eye after, so you demanded, “You have to close your eyes when I take off my clothes.”

Triumphant, Jake rolled his eyes at your demand and eyed your exposed thighs once more. “Sure,” he agreed easily, shrugging off the doubt he realized you carried. “But it’s not like I haven’t seen you naked before,” he reminded you, lifting his beer.

Jake swore up and down that it was an accident and that he hadn’t seen much. He had a bad habit of entering rooms without knocking and you were inclined to believe him. He’d still been able to look you in the eye, hadn’t treated you any differently, but that did little to stop you from teasing him as it kept you from thinking too hard. “That’s only because you have no sense of decorum and just burst into rooms like you own the place.”

With a roll of his eyes, Jake stood from his chair. He paused for a moment to down the rest of his beer before offering you a hand. “Shut up and take off your pants.”

As you stood, skin growing warmer with every passing second - hopeful that Jake couldn’t feel the searing heat of your palm as he clasped it in his own - you kicked off your sandals. “You first, cowboy.”

Instead of teasingly insisting you lead the way, Jake grinned. He was shameless, reveled in the attention he was given at the beach - truly enjoyed the feeling of being seen - so without a moment of hesitation, he flew through the remaining buttons of his shirt and tossed it onto the lounge chair. With every inch of skin exposed, you could feel your heart rate climbing higher. He was right, you’d savored the sight of him shirtless on a beach or in the pool any chance you were given and this was certainly no exception.

Knowing that you would see all of him - whether you intended to or not - had your breath catching in your throat as his hands fell to the waistband of his shorts. “You can look.” Jake laughed, entirely unbothered at the idea of standing before you bare, when you shifted your gaze from the exposed dip of his hip to the fence to your left. “I’m sure you’ll like what you see.”

As tempted as you were, you shook your head. “Damn ego.” It wasn’t quite as sharp as you intended, nowhere near as strong, but it made Jake laugh a little harder as you caught sight of his shorts - sans briefs, because of course - joining his shirt on the chair. “Get in the water and turn away so I can get undressed.”

“You’re really takin’ all the fun outta this, you know?” Despite his complaint - teasing and entirely a joke, ready to be walked back the moment you took offense - he complied. You heard the splash of water as he jumped in, followed by a sharp sound of surprise at the temperature, before he continued. “You’re just delayin’ the inevitable, sweetheart. We’ll both see somethin’ when you get in.”

Again, Jake was right. You knew that - didn’t need that honeyed drawl that made you weak in the knees to spell it out for you - but delaying the inevitable made it easier to toss your own shirt into the pile he’d created. It helped you swallow the potentiality of destroying your friendship with Jake for one night of fun, helped you swallow that there was very likely no future in which this turned into something more, and you held onto that delay like a lifeline as you shook your head.

“Beggars can’t be choosers, cowboy.”

Behind you, a splash sounded and told you that Jake was giving you the space you needed. He often attempted to push you out of your comfort zone, to encourage you to try new things, but this was one moment he knew you needed. So instead of watching, eyeing you in a way you only dreamed of, he took to splashing around the water as you reached for the waistband of your shorts with shaking fingers.

Though you were eager to keep your friendship with Jake as it was, you knew that there would eventually be a tipping point. Everything you’d built was tenuous, lingering on that fine line between platonic and romantic, and would come to a head sooner rather than later. The line you’d been toeing would be crossed and, as much as it pained you to come to that realization, you knew that it would be easier to handle whatever came now rather than later on when you’d fallen too far to pull yourself free.

Jake wasn’t a relationship kind of guy, you knew that and attempted to brace yourself as you fully committed to giving yourself one moment with him - an unforgettable night in which you felt the full measure of his desire - but you still held tight to an ounce of hope as you shucked off your bra and panties.

Following Jake’s lead, you jumped straight into the water.

When you emerged, nearly freezing as your overheated body adjusted to the water, Jake cheered. It was quiet enough to avoid waking the neighbors but still managed to make you fluster as you felt anxious laughter bubbling in your throat. This was new and you knew Jake could tell as he swam to the shallow end.

“Sometimes, you just gotta live a little, sweetheart.”

Jake stood in the shallow end, ran a hand through his dripping hair, and made no effort to hide his laughter as you turned your attention to the stars. “You know, I always saw people do this in movies and thought it’d be fun.” When you spared him a quick glance, pointedly meeting his eyes rather than allowing yourself to peek, Jake raised a brow in question. “It’s not bad."

True to his word, Jake kept his eyes above the water - though it would’ve been almost too easy for him to steal a glance at your bare body. Even as he began to swim once more, floating closer slowly, he was careful not to let his gaze wander. “We used to do this all the time,” he admitted, drifting deeper into the pool. “Spent our summers in the water. Didn’t matter if we had suits or not. Summer after I graduated, I spent most every night at the creek.”

The soft combination of lights - moonlight, lights strung up around the yard - cast soft shadows across Jake’s body as he swam. Though you tried your hardest not to look, it was impossible not to notice the muscles of his back and shoulders as he pushed through the water. Every inch of him was beautiful, almost annoyingly so, but you swallowed your creeping lust with a playful scoff.

“You’re telling me you went swimming in wild Texas water, naked?” When Jake shrugged, unfazed, you shook your head and allowed yourself to float a little closer. “I’m amazed you made it out with all your appendages still attached.”

“Appendages?” His nose wrinkled at your choice of words before he lifted his hand to flick water in your direction. “You’re such a fucking nerd, sweetheart.”

Very little space remained between you, with the pair of you having closed it almost entirely, but the closer you drew, the deeper into your own head you fell. While time with Jake had been as easy as breathing, natural and without thought most days, you suddenly felt paralyzed by the possibilities.

As he always seemed to, however, Jake noticed. He noticed your inability to really look at him, the way you glanced up at the sky or around the backyard instead of at him, and your hesitance to truly move. Jake noticed more than most people tended to give him credit for and you realized that as he urged, “Stop thinking. Just let go. Have fun.”

A part of you wanted to argue that it wasn’t as easy as it sounded, that letting go seemed impossible in that moment, but you bit your tongue. You allowed the part of yourself that had already given into the inevitable to take hold, to allow your shoulders to relax and your body to sink into the water, as you hummed.

“Yeah, okay. Let’s just swim.”

Jake lingered nearby, close enough that you could reach out and brush his arm if you turned just so, but kept enough space between you as you tried to calm your racing heart and even your breathing. There was nothing to be afraid of, nothing to think that hard about. It was Jake and, at the end of the day, that was all that mattered.

“You were right,” you finally relented, after a few peaceful minutes of silence. “This is nice.”

The water was warm enough to be pleasant but cool enough to ease the burning of your skin. And as time wore on, you forgot about your lack of a suit and focused on the feeling of drifting in the moonlight. Jake, on the other hand, had spent the few moments of quiet studying your face. And when you turned to meet his gaze, you found him already looking at you.

“I’m usually right,” he teased, grin a little softer than you were expecting. “It’s a gift.”

“Don’t push it, cowboy.”

Despite his earlier chivalry, Jake’s eyes roved your skin. You wondered how much was visible in the low light, if he could really see anything, but his face gave nothing away as he swam just a little closer. Green eyes grew darker, clouding with a heady combination of lust and something so tender it nearly made your heart beat out of your chest, as his gaze returned to yours.

“You never said I couldn’t look when you were in the water.” The reminder was soft, teasing, but it made you laugh and you knew that was his goal. In a moment of anxiety, you lifted an arm to cover your chest, and diverted your eyes as you shook your head. Jake, however, gave you no room to wallow in your hesitance. “No need to hide, sweetheart. You’re gorgeous.”

Another step closer, the warmth of his body warming the water around you even as you took a step back. With every inch, you drew closer to the wall and he lifted his hand to cover the concrete edge. “Jake.”

Those eyes, nearly blown black in the dim light of the backyard, shifted. The playful amusement you’d grown used to softened as he searched your face. Jake was never what you would call hesitant, always so steadfast and certain in his actions, but you appreciated the care he took to keep you comfortable as he waited just a beat for your breathing to even.

“Nothing has to happen here.” His voice was low, soft but serious as he reached out to cup your cheek. “If you want to get out, forget all about this and go watch a movie, we can,” he offered, thumb carefully brushing across your heated skin. “I only want this if you do.”

There was never a doubt in your mind that the moment you said the word, Jake would back off and forget any of this ever happened. The moment you said no, he’d climb out of the pool and search for towels, maybe even order takeout as you both lounged on his couch and placed bets on when Coyote would return home. He never pushed, never crossed your boundaries, and you were grateful for his patience. While it often seemed to be in short supply for everyone else, Jake seemed to have an endless amount reserved for you.

Regardless of how the night ended, this was something you wanted. You’d longed for Jake’s touch since the moment you met, longed to feel his skin pressed to yours, but you couldn’t help yourself. You had to know. “I… is this a one time thing?”

The answer wouldn’t change much as even if it was, you didn’t think you could pretend. There was no turning back, no forgetting the warmth radiating from Jake’s body even as he kept a few inches of space between you, but you needed an answer.

And if Jake was surprised by the question, he didn’t let on. Instead, he shook his head. The amusement you expected was absent as he regarded the question with a brevity you didn’t expect. “No.” It was certain, so confident that it nearly caught you off guard, but he carried on. “I can’t promise forever, but I want to see where this goes,” he admitted. “I’m here until you get tired of me.”

Occasional self-doubt bled through Jake’s certainty. There were moments he seemed to wonder if he was worth anything more than one night, if he had more to offer than sex and bravado, but you knew he did. You’d spent more time with Jake than with anyone else in recent months and there was no future in which you saw yourself growing tired of him.

“I don’t think that’ll happen.”

Little else seemed appropriate to say, little else seemed to matter in that moment. With Jake so close, green eyes focused entirely on you as he admitted that he wanted to explore a future that saw you falling together, all you could think about was giving in to the urge to kiss him.

So, you did.

As your hands lifted, one to the back of his neck - fingers tangling in the damp strands of hair - and the other to his bicep, Jake’s shoulders relaxed. He melted into your touch, heartbeat racing beneath the tips of your fingers, as you sank into one another. His body was impossibly warm, skin searing beneath your palms as you pressed yourself forward, and you reveled in it as your mouth sought his.

Jake’s lips, soft and warm, curved into a soft smile as his free hand found your waist. The beat of your heart felt too fast, too heavy, even as you attempted to focus on the feeling of his thrumming away beneath the tips of your fingers. To know that you had an effect on him, to know that you flustered him in the same way he flustered you, did wonders for your confidence as you pressed yourself even closer.

When his tongue pressed to the seam of your lips, eager to deep the kiss and sink entirely into you, the reprieve of the water was lost. There was only heat; the wall of muscle that was Jake’s body, the soft press of his hands as they gripped your hip, his mouth as he swallowed your noises of pleasure eagerly, his heavy groan as you forgot yourself and pressed even closer.

The press of Jake’s body against yours was distracting, silenced every thought that raced through your brain. You’d imagined this a thousand times before, dreamt about it more often than you cared to admit, but as his hands began to wander, you realized that nothing could live up to the reality.

With every swipe of his fingers, touch teasing as he brushed along the expanse of your stomach - up your sides, just beneath the swell of your breast, right above your hip - your body grew warmer. It was all dizzying, more than you could’ve ever asked for and better than you dared to hope.

Any thought of the future, the past, the moments in between, all ceased to exist as Jake nipped at your bottom lip. And when you broke the kiss to catch your breath, he simply redirected. His lips brushed along the curve of your jaw, down your throat, sending shivers down your spine as he pressed open-mouthed kisses to the damp skin.

Warm hands trailed lower, fingers wrapping around your thigh and lifting to hitch it over his hip as his teeth nipped at the pulse point just beneath your ear. “Thought about this,” he admitted, voice a deep rasp against your skin as he nosed at the hinge of your jaw. “Think about touching you every time I touch myself lately.”

The image of Jake touching himself, getting off to the thought of you, with his body pressed so close to yours was enough to make your body feel as if it’d been submerged in static. The tips of your fingers and toes tingled as the white hot ball in the pit of your stomach grew impossibly hotter. Every inch of him was painfully present - the taut muscles of his shoulders and back, the flex of his stomach with every move he made, the hard and heavy press of his cock against your hip - and made you desperate to feel him as you attempted to formulate a question.

“You’ve… how…?”

Luckily, Jake managed to follow your train of thought where you failed. “How many times have I jerked off to you?” A hum, this one of contemplation as his mouth dipped lower, lips leaving a trail of fire in their wake. “I’ve lost track, sweetheart,” he admitted, pausing only to mouth at the valley of your breasts. “I haven’t taken anyone home in months,” he reminded you. “Just wanted you. Thinkin’ about you was the next best thing.”

As difficult as it was to formulate a coherent sentence, you blinked through the static. “Thought about you.” It was breathless, a confession floating in the wind as Jake’s hands lifted to your breasts, touch certain as he kneaded the soft skin. “Wanted this, you.”

“I know.” You half-expected him to make a joke, to question who wouldn’t want him, but it never came. Instead, he lifted his head to meet your eyes. “You’re not subtle, sweetheart.”

Jake laughed, grin wide as you rolled your eyes, but offered no resistance as you used the hand on the back of his neck to recapture his mouth in a searing kiss. After a moment of allowing you to lead, he took charge and caged you against the wall. His hands fell lower, trailed down the expanse of your stomach to the plush of your thighs, as his tongue explored the warmth of your mouth.

Warm desire, syrupy and all-consuming, filled the pit of your stomach. Lust clouded your every thought and made it difficult for you to do much more than tug at the damp strands of hair as you felt the twitch of his cock against your hip. He made it difficult for you to do more than groan against his mouth, desperate for his touch, as the anxiety you’d felt dissipated with each swipe of his fingers.

With every swipe of his tongue, his fingers, his warm skin pressed to yours, you suddenly couldn’t remember a time where being this close to him made you feel anything other than wanted. Jake had a way of making you feel as if you were the only person in the world, the only one worthy of his time and attention, and you reveled in it as his hands smoothed over your thighs.

“Jake.”

The plea was muffled, breathed against his mouth, but Jake understood. His hum of acknowledgement was accompanied by a nip to your bottom lip. “I know, sweetheart.” His hand dipped between your thighs then, fingers ghosting along the sensitive inner skin as he met your eyes. “Gonna give you what you want.”

Soft hands ghosted along your thighs, pressing closer and closer to your aching center as Jake leaned in to nose at the hinge of your jaw. A plea for more was on the tip of your tongue, a request for him to just touch you, but before you could ask, his fingers swiped through your folds. His thumb caught on the sensitive bundle of nerves and sent a jolt down your spine.

At your sharp exhale, Jake’s mouth curved into a grin. There was little question that he was eager to hear just how good he made you feel and you had no qualms about giving him what he wanted. While you imagined he would tease, take his time to work you into a frenzy, the moment called for something more and you knew that. His touch wasn’t frenzied, there was no rush to get you off before seeking his own pleasure, but he didn’t hesitate to dive in headfirst.

There was a deliberateness to the swipe of his fingers through your folds, a sharp precision that had your vision whiting at the edges as he finally sank a finger into your heat, and you felt your body arch into his as he shifted even closer. The grip of his fingers pressed to your thigh, holding you upright as those green eyes searched your face, would likely leave a bruise but you couldn’t wait to feel the evidence of his touch in the morning.

As he focused on your pleasure, the press of his cock against your hip grew more noticeable with every swipe of his fingers. The hard, heavy appendage twitched with each moan that escaped your mouth, with every gasp as his fingers brushed against a spot that had you seeing stars, and you couldn’t help but reach out for him.

Though the water and low light made it difficult to see much, you could clearly see the size of him as your fingers swiped at the sensitive head. The thought of feeling him, of taking all that he had to give, made you clench around his fingers as Jake groaned.

“Don’t remember what our plans were for tomorrow,” he drawled, accent thicker than you’d ever heard it, “but if you think I’m lettin’ you leave my bed, you’re crazy.”

The press of his fingers grew more insistent with every swipe of your hand, with every brush of your thumb over the sensitive head of his cock, and with every gasp that left your lips. He mouthed at your damp skin, breath fanning over the column of your throat and leaving you with goosebumps, as his thumb circled your aching clit.

“Jake.” He hummed, nosing at the hinge of your jaw, as your fingers tugged at his hair. “Want to come with you,” you pleaded, eager to finally feel him after spending so long imagining this moment. “Please.”

Some small part of you expected a taunt, a tease that called him a gentleman who wanted to get you off first, but he seemed just as desperate as you. “Whatever you want, sweetheart,” he acquiesced, hand leaving your center after a final swipe to your bundle of nerves. Even as you whined at the loss, he shushed you. “Gimme a second.”

Jake shifted, tapped your leg to encourage you to wrap it around his waist, before dragging his cock through your folds. He smirked at the shaking of your limbs, body strung tight as you waited to finally feel him, and kept his eyes trained on your face as he took a brief moment to tease.

The head of his cock caught at your entrance, pulling a soft gasp from your mouth as your hand fell to his bicep. You tipped your head to return your mouth to his, desperate to kiss him once more, as he began to press forward.

Every inch of Jake filling you felt impossible, too much but not quite enough, and you allowed yourself a moment to revel in the feeling. Having him so close, being full of him, after spending so long imagining how he’d feel was overwhelming in the best way. And he eagerly swallowed your noises of pleasure, took them in stride as he gave you a moment to adjust to the feeling of him buried deep.

“Feel even better than I imagined.” His admission lingered on the edge of breathless, words nearly slurred as he waited for your permission to move. “Feel like heave, sweetheart.”

When you gave him the green light, he set a pace that had you seeing stars. And with every thrust of his hips, his composure began to slip, gradually losing himself in the warmth of your body - in the reality of the moment at hand. Words failed you both, too caught up in the feeling of one another to breathe more than a few words of pleasure. The only thing you could focus on was the searing warmth of his chest pressed to yours, the sting of his fingers digging into your thigh, the ache as he stretched you so completely.

Time seemed to still as everything but this, everything but Jake, ceased to exist. With every press of his hips, with every swipe of his fingers over your sensitive bundle of nerves, his pace began to falter. You were both tumbling closer to the edge, falling into the abyss, and your cries were reduced to little but his name.

Jake didn’t seem to mind, however, as every cry that left your lips spurred him on. “I’ve got you,” he promised, pressing impossibly closer. His hips moved faster, sending water sloshing around you both, as he pushed you higher and higher.

As you barreled over the edge, vision whiting at the edges and lips parting, Jake’s mouth met yours. He swallowed your cries of pleasure, noises he knew would actually wake the neighbors, and slowed his pace to make the ride easier to handle. Even still, he followed shortly after with a groan of his own.

The feeling of him filling you drew a gasp, the warmth of his spend searing you from within as you clenched around him. That saw Jake nipping at your bottom lip in warning, though a lazy grin betrayed him. “Watch it, sweetheart,” he teased, grinning when you laughed weakly. “We should get out, get cleaned up.”

“I’m not sure my legs work.” The joke made him roll his eyes, though you could see the way his chest puffed in pride as he waded the pair of you toward the stairs.

“My job’s not done, then. Told you,” he began, grinning as he took your hand in his, “you’re not leavin’ my bed tomorrow.”

Jake’s hand was warm, strong and careful as he helped you out of the pool. The promise was enough to make you laugh, eager for a future you were certain didn’t exist less than an hour ago. There was little you needed to say, not when you knew there was time to say it all later. So, you simply followed along and decided you were grateful for skinny dipping and whatever other changes the night would bring.

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Author’s Note: I can’t believe it’s been so long since I posted a fic, I’m so sorry. Literally, I’ve been to a whole different country since I last posted (I think? I’m pretty sure I last posted like two weeks before I went to Germany). Anyway. Only perk of my life falling apart? I write to pretend it’s not. :) So! Enjoy this, you’ll see more friends to lovers and other stuff. Also, rusty smut, my bad. I’m gonna keep working on it!

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Tis the Damn Season - Garreth Weasley

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Word Count: 4,145

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Smut, Oral and Vaginal Sex, NSFW, MDNI

Summary: You're back from five years of traveling the world and living in America, and Garreth Weasley invites you on a foraging trip down to his family cottage in Cornwall. You accept, having regretted not sharing your feelings when you last said goodbye. Or, the origin story of the Weasley knitted sweaters.

A/N: An exercise in writing smut turned into a delicious one shot for Garreth. I've clearly been listening to too much Taylor Swift.

“Welcome home!” Leonora giggled, over the sound of merriment in the Leaky Cauldron. The class of 1893 was celebrating their five year reunion, with almost all of the graduates in attendance. Sebastian and Ominis had decided to sit out the reunion, staying at your shared home in New York, sending their well wishes with you as you boarded an ocean liner back to London. Cross-Atlantic apparition had never been your thing.

“I’m glad to be back,” you smiled honestly. London had never really been home, not really. You’d landed in a shared flat with the boys for a month after graduation before embarking on your world tour, but you hadn’t stayed long enough to make it feel like home.

Leonora and Poppy started detailing the whereabouts and day to day lives of your classmates. Violet McDowell had married, as had Grace Pinch-Smedley. Duncan Hobhouse was still painfully single and afraid of not just puffskeins, but now nifflers too after an incident with Amit Thakkar at the bank. Leander Prewett was still gangly, and proudly wearing his ministry of magic badge for all to see.

“Oh, and Garreth–I’m sure you heard about him and Samantha Dale,” Leonora giggled, pointing across the room.

Your heart sank as you thought of him. If you had wanted to know who Garreth had been dating while you were away, you would’ve brought it up yourself–now, you had to face the burning jealousy that bubbled in your throat as you thought of the pretty Ravenclaw who currently had her hand placed on his forearm.

Poppy sensed your emotions, elbowing Leonora to stop. “They broke up,” she cooed softly. “Months ago. They’re just friends now.” Poppy cradled her swelling stomach, your future niece or nephew growing inside.

“Good for them,” you said blithely, trying to feign indifference.

“He’s coming over here.” Leonora whispered.

You adjusted your skirt as Garreth cheerfully bounced over, red waves crashing over his head. He’d grown since you last saw him, thicker and sturdier than the stocky teenager you’d last seen. No wonder Samantha Dale had been interested in him, you thought. He was impossibly handsome, with emerald green eyes that shined at whoever he spoke with.

“You’re monopolizing our New Yorker,” Garreth announced, cheeks tinged pink from the alcohol.

“Excuse us, then.” Poppy grinned, winking at you as she tugged Leonora away.

You smiled at your Gryffindor friend, who leaned against the bar next to you. “Are you having fun?”

He nodded eagerly. “It’s good to be back together again, you included.” he nudged. “I wish we could spend more time together before you go home.”

“What are you doing tomorrow?” You asked, trying not to sound too eager.

“Taking a trip down to my family’s cottage in Cornwall,” he sighed. “I need to gather some more horklumps for my potions.” Garreth took a lengthy sip from his beer, but his eyes never left yours. “How about you come with me? Been a while since we had an adventure.”

You blushed. “Are you sure I won’t just get in your way?”

Garreth smiled earnestly at you. “Anything to spend a little extra time with you.”

So, you agreed. Garreth spent the rest of the evening by your side; you felt smug when Samantha Dale stared at the two of you, and the little bubble of regret in your heart grew when Garreth leaned against you. It had been five years since you’d said goodbye, and you wished you’d been honest about your feelings with him the day you both left Hogwarts.

Instead, he’d given the back of your hand a chaste kiss, letting you go for the last time.

“Don’t mind the dust,” Garreth advised, pushing the door in. “Mum usually cleans up before we all get in for the holidays.”

You peered over his shoulder as he guided you into the cottage. It was dark, clearly uninhabited over the colder months. You settled the bag of horklumps the two of you had foraged on the wooden table as he walked around the kitchen, lighting candles. Waves crashed outside the walls of the cottage; you imagined how this place might look during the summer time. Visions of Garreth and his many siblings running around the beach flashed in your head, leaving a lump in your throat.

“There,” Garreth said proudly, assessing the lighting situation. “And we can start a fire in the living room. Will probably be too cold to sleep upstairs anyways.” He led you to the living room, a small den with two loveseats opposite one another, and a stone fireplace in the center.

“You just had to drag me on a foraging trip before a snow storm,” you teased.

“What can I say? You’re an awfully great helper,” Garreth said sweetly, casting his wand at the fireplace. It lit up beautifully, and the room started to warm.

You hadn’t seen Garreth since you and your Slytherin boys had left school for a worldwide tour at eighteen. Eighteen became nineteen, and then twenty. Suddenly, London no longer felt like home, and the boys wanted to go to America. You’d tagged along, their third wheel as you’d been all throughout your Hogwarts years, because there was no one else in London for you; why not experience New York?

Correspondence from your classmates steadily declined as you all got older and busier. Some had started families (Poppy was pregnant with her first child already) and others were dominating their careers (Imelda was quick on her way to captain of the Holyhead Harpies at twenty three).

Only one remained constant.

Garreth Weasley never stopped writing it seemed. A letter once a week; two in one week if he missed an owl. You shared your adventures, and Garreth told stories of the little potions stand he’d opened in Diagon Alley. It wasn’t glamorous, he wrote, but it paid a living, and he was finally able to move out of his family home and into a modest flat he shared with Lucan Brattleby. Garreth was the one who’d arranged the five year reunion, right before Christmas time. He had convinced you to attend when Sebastian and Ominis declined, claiming everyone would be glad to see you. He was there to pick you up from the dock when you landed, and had escorted you to the room you were renting for the week at the Leaky Cauldron.

Garreth–the sweetest Gryffindor you’d ever known.

“You alright?” Garreth asked, breaking you out of your thoughts. He stood before you with stacks of woolen blankets in his arms.

“I’m fine,” you uttered. “Just thinking,” you shrugged, grabbing some of the blankets to spread on the loveseat. Garreth did the same, setting the one opposite you, and your heart sank into your stomach.

Why had Garreth invited you to Cornwall? Was it really just to forage the finest horklumps for his potions? You’d assumed that he wanted to get you alone, and that you could finally confess your long held feelings for him. Instead, he’d made you stomp through the brutally wet weather, stashing the spiky bastards in your bags for his famed wiggenweld brews. Your heart had done flips when he assessed the weather, claiming it was too cold and too far to apparate back to London. He’d offered up the Weasley family’s summer home for the night, claiming the two of you could catch up over a bottle of firewhiskey instead of trekking home in the snow. You felt that familiar warmth in the lower part of your belly when Garreth held you by the waist as you walked down the dune towards Shell Cottage.

You’d only spent the last six years of your life dreaming of a night spent with Garreth Weasley, after all, and now he was tucking the sheets onto the couch opposite of you, preparing for an innocent sleepover. You couldn’t help the flutter of disappointment, both emotionally and sexually.

“Well I think we should drink, and then we can properly catch up, just the two of us.” Garreth announced. “Be right back.”

You let out a hot puff of air, sinking to your knees in front of the fireplace. So much for seducing him, you thought.

Garreth returned with two glasses and a near full bottle of firewhiskey. He landed on his arse next to you and you smiled, remembering the clumsy, boisterous teenage boy he’d been when you last saw him. That boy seemed to live inside this grown adult–all muscle, shaggy hair, and hints of red scruff on his chin. He pushed his hair back as he held up his glass to yours, clinking them softly. You caught up on everything you’d missed in the past five years; how Leander was still his best friend, despite being an annoyance, and how Lucan was a messy roommate. You told him about your travels around the world, how Ominis snored, and Sebastian was a terrible cook.

“How is Samantha Dale?” You asked, breaking the ice. “I heard you two dated.

Garreth chewed on his lower lip. “Not very long, I’m afraid. We didn’t have much in common.” he wrinkled his nose.

“Oh,” you said softly. He seemed to want to leave it at that.

“How are Sebastian and Ominis?” Garreth asked tentatively.

You rolled your eyes. “Still a pain in my arse, after all these years. I love them, but I’m not sure how much longer I can live with them.” You sighed.

Garreth snorted. “You’re the one who chose to follow them.”

You hummed quietly, knowing he was right.

“Is it weird?” Garreth asked after a long sip. “Living with Ominis when you and Sebastian are together?” He was looking down at his glass, avoiding eye contact.

You sputtered the firewhiskey, coughing at the thought. “Me? With Sebastian?” You wheezed.

Garreth knitted his eyebrows together in confusion. “Well, yeah. Because you’re together, aren’t you?”

You laughed, and then laughed some more. Tears were coming out of your eyes while Garreth gaped at you, eyes wide as saucers.

“How could you think Sebastian and I are together?” You wiped your eyes with the sleeves of your sweater, chuckling.

Garreth’s face was red. “I–we–everyone assumed! You two were attached at the hip, and there was a rumor you two…” he trailed off, face as red as a tomato.

“A rumor that we what?” You demanded.

“That you two had slept together in seventh year.” Garreth said sheepishly. “Leander told me.”

“Ah, yes. Well, that was a lie,” you chuffed. “I was only covering for him and someone else. It was easier to let everyone think I was slag than for them to face the criticism.”

Garreth cocked his head. “What? Who?”

You leaned back onto the carpet. “Let’s just say Sebastian and I have very different taste in sexual partners. For example, I prefer men who are actually into me. And two, Sebastian prefers Ominis.”

Garreth stared at you, blinking as he put two and two together. The blank look on his face disappeared, eyes widening in shock as he blushed.

“What…oh… oh .” he stuttered. “Wow. I mean, I guess that makes a ton of sense. Good for them.”

You grinned, laying back on the floor with the glass balanced on your stomach. “Yeah, the two of them are pretty happy together. I think they’ll get married soon. Bit loud, for roommates though. I’ve been looking to find my own place.”

Garreth rolled onto his stomach, leaning his head on his hands as he laid next to you on the ground. “In New York?”

“New York, Paris, Buenos Aires…Madrid, Rome, or Berlin. I could go anywhere in the world,” you declared, stretching out. “I’m a nomad now.”

“Not London?” Garreth asked softly.

You tilted your head to look at the redhead next to you. His eyes were glistening, a perfect pout as he frowned at your list of locations. You fought the urge to brush his fiery hair out of his eyes.

“I’d come back to London,” you echo, “If there was something here for me.”

“Your friends are here,” Garreth reminded you. “Poppy, Imelda, Natty.”

“Poppy is about to have a baby,” you remind him in return. “Imelda is busy with Quidditch, and Natty splits her time between London and Matabeleland. There’s really no one else.”

“What about me?” Garreth’s voice was small. “I’m here.”

You dig your face into the carpet, hiding the blush that crept up your face. “You’re busy with the shop. I wouldn’t want to be in your way.”

Garreth suddenly pulled you close, his large hand traveling up to cradle your chin so you couldn’t hide your face. “You’d never be in my way.” he said firmly.

“I’m sure no woman would want me constantly hanging around you either,” you breathed.

His eyes flitted down to your lips. “I think you can tell from the way we’re sitting, there won’t be any other women,” he whispered. His thumb ran over your lips, pressing against your pout. Garreth rolled you onto your back, hovering over your body as he slotted a knee between your legs.

“You put the blankets on the other loveseat,” you whisper. “I didn’t think you liked me.”

“Because I wanted to be respectful,” Garreth added, brushing his nose against yours. “I’ve been thinking you were with Sallow for years , when I could’ve been doing this.” Garreth’s lips brushed against yours sweetly. “Fuck Leander–I knew I shouldn’t have listened to him.”

You gave a breathy laugh, putting an arm around his neck. “Yes, well, Prewett can fuck off.”

Garreth gulped. “I watched you leave, all those years ago, because I thought you were in love with Sebastian. I thought so long as you were happy, I’d be happy for you.”

“No,” you breathed in sharply. “I was in love with you .”

Garreth wasted no time pressing the weight of his body against yours. You moaned into his mouth, letting him slip his tongue between your lips. He was everything you’d dreamt of and more since you were seventeen–hard muscle under soft warm skin, his freckled forehead pressed against yours. You let your legs fall to the side, his thick body slotting between them perfectly–the most natural fit.

“If I had known,” Garreth groaned into your mouth, “I would’ve asked you to stay. I would’ve begged .”

“Gar,” you whimpered as he ground his hips into yours, arousal digging into your thigh.

“I would’ve been on my knees,” Garreth’s voice was gravelly now, pressing sloppy kisses against your neck. “Fuck, I would’ve had my mouth against your cunt, begging you to stay with me. It’s all I’ve dreamt of.”

“No use for regret now,” you manage to gasp. “No time like the present.”

Garreth grinned devilishly down at you as he pulled away. He ran a hand through his hair, pushing it back from his face. “Tell me you want this. Tell me, and I’ll give you all the reasons to stay.”

You licked your lips, nodding at him. “I want you.”

Garreth went to work–your sweater was torn off, trousers rucked off your hips as he stripped you of all your clothing. His damn near tore off his own sweater, throwing it absentmindedly as he worked on the buttons of his pants. The room was warm–whether from your passion or the heat of the fire, you weren’t sure–but you stared up at the man, who’d tugged his pants and undergarments down far enough to free his length. You couldn’t help but admire the freckles all over his body, peppering his skin down to his groin. He pumped his deliciously thick cock in his hand, the tip glistening as he prepared himself.

“All this from a foraging trip,” you joked.

Garreth laughed, his whole body rippling. He released his length, dipping down to kiss you again. “I promised I’d make the trip with your while,” he teased, fingers dancing over your core. You shuddered, eyes shutting as he massaged your clit. “I intend to make good on that.”

His teasing words had you unbearably wet, the vulgar sound of his fingers pumping in and out of you filling the room. Garreth laughed again, the sound music to your ears as he leaned down, pressing his lips to your nub. He closed his mouth around it, and you let out a stuttered moan as he sucked.

“So sweet,” Garreth groaned. “Fuck, I’ve been thinking about getting you off for years.” Opening one eye, you saw him thrusting his hips against the air, desperate for friction. You nearly stopped him to help his situation, until he curled his fingers inside of you. Thankfully you two were the only ones in the house, with no neighbors nearby–the scream you let out rippled through the air, Garreth’s name rolling off your lips as he guided you through your orgasm.

“Reason one to stay,” Garreth announced, your slick glistening around his mouth as you panted. “I can do that, every morning and every night.”

Nothing could have stopped you from pouncing on him, pushing him back onto the floor. He gave you his signature mischievous grin, hands falling to the side of his head. “Go on,” he said lazily, as you straddled his midsection. “You can do whatever you want with me.”

You scooted backwards, his impossibly hard cock brushing against you as you adjusted your body. His hands slipped to your waist, holding you up as you took him in hand, pressing the tip to your cunt. Garreth looked so beautiful, pupils blown with pleasure as he stared at the two of you, about to join.

“If you hadn’t been listening to your stupid friends, this could’ve been yours years ago,” you breathed.

“I’ll never listen to another soul besides you, ever again.” Garreth rasped. “Only you.”

Garreth’s head tipped back, hitting the ground with a loud thud when you slid onto him. His hands snaked up to your hips, holding you as you took him in, inch by inch. He held onto you so tightly, he could’ve bruised you–not that you would’ve cared. You would’ve claimed those marks as a badge of honor, knowing they were left by him .

“Fuck, you feel amazing.” Garreth sputtered. “So–so good around me, so tight.”

“Tell me to stay,” You whispered, slowly circling your hips as you leaned down to brush your lips against his. “Ask me.”

“Please,” Garreth moaned. “Stay. Stay with me.”

You picked up speed, cantering your hips. It was picturesque–the fire crackling in the background, Garreth spread beneath you, coming undone. You raked your hands down his chest, fingers catching on the red hair that dusted his chest.

“Beg me,” you demanded, planting your feet on the floor as you bounced up and down his cock.

“Come home to me,” Garreth whimpered. “Please, please, please come home. I’ll do anything to have you here with me, always.” He gritted his teeth, pushing his hips upwards. “Gods, I’ll make you come every day, twice a day, for the rest of your life if you just stay.”

“More,” you breathed. You weren’t sure what you were asking for–more of his pleas, or more of his body.

Garreth started pistoning his hips upwards, meeting you with every bounce. You couldn’t help letting out the desperate cry that tumbled out of your mouth when he sprung forward, pushing himself even deeper into you. You were now fully seated in his lap, grinding against one another as you raced to the finish line.

“I’ll worship you,” Garreth growled, peppering kisses on your face. “No need to run anymore. You’ll have a home–I’ll be home for you.” Despite his hand that had slithered up to your neck, pressing light pressure against your pulse, Garreth’s words were wholesome, sweet. He meant them, you realized. It wasn’t just the sex, or years of pent up feelings coming out into the room. The realization that Garreth Weasley loved you, had loved you for all these years apart, made you feel as if you were about to snap–and without warning, you did.

Garreth let out a guttural groan as you wailed atop him, cunt clamping down on him as you finished. You pulled his face onto yours, kissing him as you rocked yourself back and forth on him, riding out your climax. From his breathing, you knew he wasn’t far behind.

“Come in me,” you whispered. “Make me stay.”

Garreth choked as he let it out, his release filling you to the brim. You clung your sweaty bodies to one another, gasping for air. He gave you another sweet smile, brushing your sweaty hair out of your eyes.

“Do you mean it?” he asked quietly.

“Mean what?”

“That you’ll stay this time.” His big green eyes stared down at you hopefully, peeking through his red lashes.

You bit your lip, pressing your nose against his. You thought of the last day at Hogwarts, how Garreth had held your hand, wishing you well on your trip. How if Garreth knew the truth, he probably would’ve asked you to stay. And now, after all these years, the road you hadn’t taken and had always regretted was now an option.

“I’ll stay,” you assured him.

Garreth gave you the goofiest, most hopeful grin you’d ever seen before pressing his lips against yours. You were still joined, and you could feel him stiffening again inside you as you wriggled your hips. You would’ve picked back up on your lovemaking, if it weren’t for the smell of singed wool filling the room.

“Damn,” Garreth cursed, gently pushing you off of him. He crawled over to the fireplace, patting down on his sweater, which had a black burn mark in it. “Must have kicked it into the fireplace while we were…” he trailed off, giving you a sheepish look.

You laughed, pulling blankets from the loveseat. “I’ll knit you a new one,” you assured him. “It’ll be your Christmas present.”

Garreth rolled back over to you; he looked silly, six feet tall and rolling on the floor like a boy. “You knit now?” he asked, eyebrows raised.

“I had to pick up some hobbies,” you snorted. “Keeps me calm, considering my roommates are sex fiends.”

Garreth laughed, pressing a kiss to your hair. “Tell Sebastian and Ominis you’re moving out.” he said firmly. “I’ll tell Lucan to beat it, and we’ll have a home all to our own. You can knit tea cozies and make sweaters for the cat.”

You leaned up, nosing his chin. “And sweaters for the family.” you whispered.

Garreth gave you a lazy, proud grin. “Especially for the family.”

You cuddled him in front of the fire, stroking his chest hair as you spoke freely about the future. You would have to write to the boys in the morning, you realized. Perhaps they could send your clothes in trunks so you wouldn’t have to go back. Ominis had been begging you to clean your room anyways, and Sebastian could finally walk around nude without you screaming at him.

You could spend Christmas with the Weasleys. You could meet Garreth’s many siblings, as he’d promised long ago. You’d knit him a sweater with your own hands, claiming him as yours. And perhaps, one day, you’d be knitting sweaters for your children, who’d run around the very fireplace you were currently laying in front of.

“What are you thinking about?” Garreth asked, stroking your hair.

“How nice it is to be home.”

The children ran around Shell Cottage, shrieking with laughter as they chased one another. The Weasley wives sat in the living room, in front of the fire as they sorted through piles of yarn.

“Who started this bloody tradition anyways?” Hermione whined. “I’m rubbish at knitting.”

“It was Arthur’s great-aunt,” Molly Weasley laughed. “She and Great-Uncle Garreth lived here when they first got married, and they started the tradition of new sweaters, every Christmas. Everyone in the Weasley family has followed it ever since. You know, she's actually got a very interesting story...thought she was a squib, didn't go to Hogwarts until she was fifteen...ended up becoming a world traveler before she settled down with Great-Uncle Garreth...” Molly trailed off, but no one else was listening over the sound of Celestina Warbeck over the radio.

Her daughter and daughter-in-laws sat on the floor, learning how to make sweaters for their babies. Fleur had taken quite well to it, all of her children wearing knit sweaters in Beauxbatons blue, and it was now Hermione’s turn to learn, her daughter laying in a woven basket on the floor next to them, cooing softly.

“Thanks a lot,” Hermione grumbled, looking up at the photograph on the mantle. The young couple smiled for the camera, with Garreth Weasley proudly wearing the first Weasley Christmas sweater recorded in family history.

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two way vision

pairing: noah sebastian x nick ruffilo x fem reader

cw: polyamorous relationship, dom!nick, brief name calling, belt spanking, threesome, unprotected p in v sex, oral sex (m receiving), boyfriends calling each other dude hehe, mid-sex bickering, ABSOLUTELY FILTHY but don’t worry i think it’s still very sweet 🩵

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author’s note: ruffilo wore a belt and i immediately got all twisty about it? and this happened. enjoy 🤍

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You hadn’t meant to misbehave tonight.

You had put on your pretty dress and gotten all done up with the intention of getting comfortably tipsy and remaining on your best behavior, but things don’t always work out as planned.

Apparently it’s a very important night, with very important people. Apparently the future of the band could ride on this very event. This could mean big things for them. Apparently.

While Nick and Noah are schmoozing, paying you no mind whatsoever, the boredom gets to you. You hate this party. You’re the only girlfriend here and the alcohol sucks—no liquor, just champagne. You’ll regret the morning after blinding champagne headache tomorrow.

You were well aware that they wouldn’t be able to pay much attention to you, but you couldn’t have predicted just how bored you’d be and how out of place you’d feel. You love spending time with them, you love supporting them, but you almost wish you’d stayed at home tonight.

You just wish they’d pay attention to you for a moment. You wish you’d stayed by Nick’s side instead of heading for the bar, but shaking hands and smiling politely at men in suits didn’t sound like fun to you. It still doesn’t.

Being next to them, no matter how boring the conversations may be, seems a lot better than this—sitting at the table alone, sipping on shitty champagne and sulking.

You know that Noah would be more receptive to the games you feel like playing. You know you’re not allowed. It was discussed extensively—in public, you’re Nick’s fiancée and Noah’s friend, for now. Playing with Noah would pose a lot of questions that none of you are quite ready to answer.

That doesn’t mean you have to like it, especially tonight when they’re all dressed up, looking like that. You’ve been aching since the moment Nick stepped out of the bedroom, doing up his belt, asking if the two of you were about ready to go. It’s not often you get to see them like this. Having to keep your legs crossed, squeezing together to chase away that familiar buzz, feels a little silly. You just want to have a little fun.

You’ve been here for so long and want them to take you home.

Walking up behind Nick, notching your finger in his belt and pulling him back towards you, pressing a kiss to the side of his neck, you know it’s not your best idea.

You recognize the guy he and Noah are talking to as someone in another band, not an exec—you don’t know who he is but you don’t really care.

“You want to introduce me to your friend, Nicky?” you ask, and he looks back at you with a sour expression. He doesn’t want you to be doing this, not here. Not tonight, not now. It’s just so fun to push his buttons. You slide your hand around to his front, resting over his belly and rubbing. “I’m bored.”

He narrows his eyes at you but he turns back around and introduces you—you don’t listen for a name. You shake his hand and place a kiss behind Nick’s ear. You catch Noah from the corner of your eye, softly amused with an overcurrent of concern. He knows where this lands you.

“Go sit back down,” Nick bites as he turns to face you. He kisses you but it’s short. You’re in trouble. Your intent hadn’t necessarily been to embarrass him, but tease him, a little fun to take the edge off just how much you don’t want to be here. “I’ll be with you in a minute.”

His tone is dark in a way you don’t get often. The ache is unbearable. You go to sit back down and hope you don’t regret what you’ve done, waiting for Nick and Noah to come and join you.

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You don’t speak on the ride home. With Nick’s hand gripping you, you can feel exactly where the marks will be on your inner thigh, where his fingers press in painfully. He’s angry. Noah holds your hand, rubbing a thumb along the back, a comfort.

You’re ushered inside with a hand on the small of your back when the car pulls up out front. Possessive.

The door slams shut behind you, making you flinch. Not fear, necessarily—uncertainty. It’s been a while since you’ve done this and you’re not sure exactly what to expect. He hangs his jacket on the rack, not used to wearing it, muscle memory of the hook by the door.

“Go to the bedroom. Both of you,” Nick orders, voice stern but gentle at once. You share a glance with Noah but do what he says. “I’ll be right in.”

You close the door behind you, leave your clothes on and wait for Nick’s instructions, though you think you know what they’ll be.

Noah kisses you with a gentle hand on your face, thumb grazing your cheek. It’s gentle and you need it, though you’re buzzing with the anticipation of what you know is to come.

“You think maybe you shouldn’t have done that, love?” Noah asks when he pulls away, breath on your lips. He’s smirking but his voice is laced with a bit of concern.

You smile, settling him. You almost want to laugh, because he must have forgotten.

“I wanted to do it,” you assure him, placing a kiss on his cheek. “I appreciate your concern, sweet boy, but I wanted this. You think I don’t know exactly what I’m doing?”

You freeze when the bedroom door opens, slamming back shut. Noah backs away from you quickly like he’s been burned, like being near you will get him in trouble, too. He’s definitely forgotten.

Nick comes up behind you, wrapping his arms tight around your middle. It’s almost like normal, if not for his teeth grazing your neck, then biting down in a way that hurts you, feels primal and angry.

“You were very bad tonight, baby. You know that, right?” Nick asks. You nod, his hand sliding its way around your throat, grip tight enough to make you short of breath but loose enough that you don’t fear it. You never do—not with Nicholas. Even angry, he’s always careful, always has an edge of softness in his every move. “I know you didn’t mean to embarrass me, but they know now. They know my girl is a desperate little slut.”

You moan, cut off when he clamps his hand down over your mouth. The ache gets deeper—you’re dripping for him.

“Noah, go get on the bed, baby,” Nick says, and Noah scrambles to do it, eager. He props himself up against the pillows how Nick normally likes him at the start and it makes you chuckle, seeing him so ready to do whatever he’s asked to do. Nick’s hand trails back down to your throat, just resting there, not squeezing. With his mouth at your ear, he shushes you. “You,” he whispers in your ear, making you shiver. “I want you to undress and get on all fours on the bed for me. Okay?”

You nod, moving to undress and do what’s asked of you, but he catches you by the hand and pulls you to him again, your back pressed to his chest.

“Uh uh, sweetheart,” he whispers, a hand trailing delicately down your side. “I need you to be good and use your words. I need a yes or no from you. Do you want to do this?”

“Yes, Nicky,” you say, moving to turn around in his arms and hoping he’ll let you. He allows it and you feel a wave of relief, especially when you see the expression painted on his face, patient and gentle for a moment. “I want this. Please.”

“Good girl,” he says, pressing a soft kiss to your cheek. You feel yourself relax completely, reminded that you’re safe here with them. He gives you a slap on your ass when you turn around and you gasp, hearing him laugh behind you. “Dress off. Hands and knees, please.”

You unzip your dress and let it fall to your feet, watch as Noah’s eyes glaze over with want. You unclasp your bra and hear Nick’s breath hitch as it falls to the floor. Dipping your fingers into the band of your lace panties, he tsks behind you. “Those stay on,” he orders—your cheeks heat. You leave them and crawl onto the bed. “Thank you, baby.”

“Keep your eyes on Noah,” Nick says, coming up behind you, hand on the small of your back. You shift your eyes up to Noah, looking back at you with a soft expression, small smile. You smile back. You can hear as Nick unbuckles his belt, but don’t hear the familiar sound of his zipper being pulled down. You hear it sliding from the loops, and feel as the belt, folded over, grazes your ass. You shiver. “How many do you think you deserve, baby?”

“I—I don’t know,” you say. You don’t know just how bad you were tonight. You know you shouldn’t have done what you did, but you were so bored. Lonely. “Maybe ten, Nicky? Is that good?”

“I think ten is just fine, sweetheart,” Nick says, running his hand up your back, leaning over to press a kiss to your shoulder blade. “Do you remember my rules?”

“Um—yeah. ‘Red’ if I need to stop, or if I make a really pained noise, you’ll check. And I count the hits,” you say. Nick places a slap to your ass, gentle. You’ve forgotten something. “And I keep my eyes on Noah.”

“Yes, good girl,” Nick says. “You take care of her, baby,” he tells Noah, who nods up at him, then focuses back on you, reaching out. “Hold her hand, okay? Tell me if anything seems off,” the belt grazes your ass again. “Are you ready?”

You nod before hearing him sigh behind you. Your words. You forgot again. You’re so nervous, or excited, or a little bit of both. “Yes, I’m ready, Nicky.”

The first blow stings, surprises you—you yelp and squeeze Noah’s hand. “One,” you gasp. Another. “Fuck. Two,” Noah grazes his thumb against the back of your hand, brings it up to his mouth, whispers good, baby. Another. You’re getting used to it. Feeling nicer. “Three,” The fourth hits a little low, below the meat of your ass, high on the back of your thigh. You hiss and Nick pulls back, soothing with his hand. “Four.”

“Hold on. Are you okay?” Nick asks.

“Mmhmm, just—” you start, thinking of what to say. “That one was a little low. It felt bad, kind of. Can you try to stay higher?”

“Of course, baby. I’m sorry,” he says. You relax. You know he didn’t mean it—he always tries his best to be careful. “Thank you for using your words. Are you good to continue?”

“Yes, please,” you say, reaching for Noah’s hand again, who offers it readily. The fifth feels nicer, your responding groan breaking off into a sigh. “Five,” The next two come in quick succession, one on each cheek. You feel yourself dripping for him, Noah’s eyes glazed over as he watches you. “Eight,” you gasp, thinking you should misbehave more often. It was all thanks to that fucking belt. “Nine,” you whine. The last one stings worse than the others and you’re glad you didn’t pick a higher number. “Ten.”

“Good girl,” Nick says, leaning down to pepper kisses along your back, soothing a hand over your ass. Noah leans down to kiss you on the mouth and you smile into it. “You did such a good job for us.”

“I want—” you start, gasping into Noah’s mouth when Nick’s fingers graze your folds over your panties, pressing in slightly. “I want you. Both. Please.”

“I know, you want to be full, huh?” Nick asks and you nod. “How do you want us?”

“I want Noah in my mouth,” you say, and Noah gasps, grazing a hand over your face. “You inside me, Nicky. Please.”

It’s been a while since you’ve had them like this, full from both ends, complete center of attention. You wiggle your ass back and Nick groans when you make contact with his front, cock hard and insistent, pressing against his zipper.

“Remember, two taps on Noah’s leg if you need to stop,” Nick says, unbuttoning and unzipping his pants. You hear them fall to the floor. You’re not sure when Noah got undressed, but when you look, he’s naked and waiting for you. Your mouth waters. “Do you care about these?” Nick asks, fingers grazing the fabric of your panties.

“No, Nicky,” you say, just before his hand presses over the band against the small of your back, his other dipping beneath the gusset and yanking, fabric tearing. The shock of the cold in the room on your lips makes you shiver.

“Look at you,” Nick marvels, fingers dipping inside. “Look at this pretty pussy, baby, all wet and dripping for us.”

Noah presses his cock to the seam of your lips, swipes a thumb along your cheek. You stick your tongue out to taste him, bask in the weight of it as he lays it on your tongue. You close your mouth around the tip, swirl your tongue and sink further. You never tire of his little gasps when he’s in your mouth or in your cunt.

You feel Nick at your entrance, sliding inside easily, bottoming out and forcing you further on Noah’s cock. “Oh, fuck,” you hear him gasp and your eyes flutter closed. You’ll let them do the work for you—that’s your favorite part. “Fuck, you always feel so good.”

You force down a choke as you’re forced further onto Noah’s cock, swallowing around him. You grasp Noah’s leg for purchase and his gasp is dizzying.

“How’s she feel, baby?” Noah asks, and Nick groans from the back of his throat. God, you love listening to them while they’re using you. “Her mouth is—” he breaks off into a gasp as you swallow around him, the slightest graze of your teeth, just how he likes it. “Fuck.”

“You know, dude,” Nick says, fucking you harder. You feel split open and can’t control the gag this time, as you’re forced down further on Noah’s cock, who pulls back a bit to give you a reprieve. You squeeze his leg gratefully but move yourself back down further, needing it—the gag, the choke, the overwhelming fullness of it all. “You know she feels fucking perfect. You wish you were back here, huh?”

“No, dude, her mouth,” Noah counters, a hand running over your cheek, into your hair, tugging and making you gag. Noah’s groan is fucking pornographic, Nick’s even more so. “You know how her throat tightens around you when you pull on her hair?” Noah asks him. You feel overwhelmingly full when they both lean forward. You hear the wet, sloppy sounds of their kissing and you bask in them. Noah tightens his hand in your hair while Nick’s hands move from your hips up to your sides, gripping tight. They chuckle into each other’s mouths when you choke again. “Did her pussy do it, too, Nicky?”

Nick moves his hands from your sides. If Noah’s whine is anything to go off, Nick’s hands have tangled in his hair just how he likes it. You wish so badly you could watch them—you love them like this.

“Are you smoking again?” Nick asks Noah, and you’re surprised it took him so long tonight to notice the smell, the taste of them. “You taste like shitty cigarettes. Stale. Menthol ones.”

“It’s her, man,” Noah says, and you pinch his leg to hear his yelp, payback for being a snitch. “She bummed a few during the party, snuck out front. She was gone for ages,” he continues, unfortunately not deterred, determined to throw you under the bus so he can remain Nick’s perfect boy. “I taste like her, Nicky. You would have noticed if you’d been paying any attention to her. I’m not allowed,” he snarks. You laugh—apparently Noah likes the vibration of it, muffling a moan into Nick’s skin. “Don’t you know never to leave a pretty girl like this alone?”

“I’m gathering that. Fucking smartass,” Nick says, fucking you slower, thrusting deeper and harder. A hand comes back down to grip your hips, thumb grazing over your skin. “Kiss me again, Noah,” Nick orders and he doesn’t hesitate—you quickly readjust as he moves forward again, meeting Nick’s mouth. “Honey, you’re shaking. You’re about to cum, huh?”

Noah doesn’t answer, not that you can hear, just thrusts faster and deeper into your mouth. You power through it, swallow around the gag, blink away the tears and let your eyes slip closed. “I’m gonna cum,” Noah gasps into Nick’s mouth. You double your efforts, sliding your head down as far as you can, swallowing around him. He groans, gathering your hair in a fist and stilling. “Oh, fuck.”

Noah’s barely pulled out before Nick is, too, flipping you over onto your back and slipping back in. You swallow, Noah’s cum sliding down your throat. He’s leaning over you again, licking into your mouth, tasting himself on your tongue. It’s filthy and makes you ache, tighten around Nick.

Nick slaps a tit, kneading it and pinching the pebbled nipple between his index finger and thumb. You let out a desperate moan as he grabs the other, fucking you deeper. “Touch yourself, sweetheart,” Nick tells you, right hand moving from your chest to your throat, tightening just slightly. “Keep your eyes on me.”

You reach between your bodies, middle finger sliding over your clit. You had already been so close and the first touch of your finger sets your body alight. Nick’s eyes are so focused on you—you’re short of breath and so fucking close.

“Nicky,” you gasp, reaching out for him with a free hand. He leans down to kiss you, the most gentle thing you’ve felt all night. Throwing your head back, you feel your orgasm reaching its peak. Your eyes meet Nick’s again. “Cum on my cock, sweet girl. Cum for me,” he says as it washes over you.

Nick is pulling out, then, jerking his cock once, twice, three times before his cum is covering your tummy. You always love the way it feels.

They bracket your body. Noah gathers some of Nick’s cum on his fingers, sucking them into his mouth. Nick’s eyes unfocus before he leans over you, licking into Noah’s mouth.

They focus back on you, Nick speaking up. “I’m sorry you felt neglected tonight, sweetheart. I shouldn’t have done that to you,” Nick starts, thumb grazing over your cheek. “If it happens again, you can just tell me, all right? You don’t need to act out.”

“I’m sorry I embarrassed you, Nicky,” you respond, but he smiles and shakes his head, letting you know that you didn’t.

“Can I run you a bath?” he asks, and a bath does sound so nice right now, the warm water on your stinging and aching body.

“Can Noah come?” you ask, and Noah smiles into the skin of your neck, snorting. You’re glad you’d decided to go for the bigger tub.

“Of course he can,” Nick responds. “Noah always comes.”

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lemonlover1110 · 1 year

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𝐇𝐞𝐫 𝐒𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐲

Kento Nanami

[Chapter 8] Birthday Event

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Pairing: Kento Nanami x f!Reader

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Kento is fairly nervous while he gets ready for your father’s party. He can’t believe he has to somewhat dress up to go there. He wears a white button up shirt with its sleeves rolled up, with black slacks. He’s not sure if he’s dressed right, but he hopes that you’ll tell him if he isn’t when you come pick him up.

He dropped Asami off at his mother’s house, and now he just quietly waits for you to knock on the door. He hadn’t noticed how quiet the apartment could be, and he hates it. Kento is just thinking about all that could go wrong while at your father’s party. He dreads the time he waits for you to show up, and he feels so nervous when he hears knocking on his door.

He stands up and walks to his door, opening it to find you wearing a medium length flowy black dress. You’re wearing a beautiful diamond necklace around your neck, and he’d almost notice that first if his eyes didn’t immediately go to your cleavage. He then looks up at your face and tries to smile, “Hi.”

“Hi. Are you ready?” You ask him, and he nods in response. He makes sure he has everything he needs in his pockets before he turns off the light and leaves with you. You toss him the car keys, and say, “We won’t spend too long. I can’t drink so I’m really not doing anything there.”

“Don’t you want to spend some time with your father? It is his birthday.” Kento responds, making you click your tongue. Sure, you love your father but you don’t want to spend time with the people that’ll be surrounding him for the night. You don’t want to share that with Kento though.

You get into the passenger’s seat while Kento admires the car you chose to drive tonight. A car he could never afford. He gets into the driver’s seat and looks up the house that he’s supposed to drive to tonight, a house that he’s only gone to once. Kento is glad that you said you won’t be spending too much time there, the thought of being there for too long scares him.

He begins to drive, and neither of you talk. He’s still thinking about every possible outcome, so he speaks up, “You look really pretty by the way.”

“Oh, thank you.” You answer. “I tried… This is the only dress that doesn’t feel uncomfortable at this point.”

“Really? Is it time to start wearing maternity clothes?” Kento asks and you sigh.

“I’m not even in my second trimester. No. I’ve just gained a little bit of weight.” You respond. “Let’s not talk about me though, I feel like I’m gonna puke. And I know that my dad is going to announce my pregnancy to everyone.”

“Do you think he will? Isn’t that something you should be doing?” He questions, and he regrets the question the moment it leaves his lips. Of course it’s something that you should be announcing, but your father isn’t really going to care about that. “Now you’ve got me nervous.”

“They don’t know who you are. Everything will be fine.” You reassure him, even though you’re the one in need of reassurance. You’re the one pregnant. You’re the one who everyone will look at and ask if you’re excited about everything. “Are you excited to meet everyone there? Maybe you’ll find a rich old woman that can be your sugar mommy.”

“I don’t need a sugar mommy. The mother of two of my kids is super rich.” He jokes which makes you laugh. In the end he doesn’t need a sugar mommy because he has you. “I can make up something with Asami, and then we can leave.”

“I love that idea.” You answer. “The faster we get out of there, the better.”

The moment you step into the place, both of you are dreading it. You want to immediately leave, and you feel as if all eyes are on you. But they aren’t. Everyone is focused on their own thing, and you immediately search for the food since you’re so hungry. Kento follows you like a lost puppy.

“I don’t know what the hell these twins want. One moment they’re making me puke over some food, and the next they’re craving it.” You tell Kento, and he chuckles. His cold hand goes to your shoulder to comfort you, but it startles you. “Are you cold?”

“It’s pretty cold out.” He answers. And you furrow your eyebrows as you look at him.

“We’ve been here for ten minutes, and it’s pretty warm inside.” You say. “Are you sure you’re not dying? Please don’t leave me with two babies.”

“I’m fine.” Kento assures you. He takes a deep breath. “I’m just uncomfortable with this amount of people.”

“They’re not bothering you, you’re not bothering them. It’s fine.” You answer. “We’ll be leaving soon. I’ll just greet my dad and we can go.”

“Yeah… Let’s do that then.” He replies. He knows that your dad wanted to see him, so he has to greet the man as well. Just a greeting and then leave. He can do that much. You grab his wrist while you begin to look around for your father. Kento ends up grabbing a glass of champagne, knowing that one glass won’t do anything.

“Dad.” You address him when you see him, interrupting his conversation. Your father quickly engulfs you with a hug. “Happy birthday.”

“There you are. I’ve been waiting for you. How are my grandkids?” Is what he immediately asks, and you almost sigh. But you know he’s excited about all of this. You pull away, and he also hugs Kento since he’s considered family now.

“The babies are fine.” You end up answering, and your father’s friend’s eyebrows raise. That’s when your father announces the so great news.

“She’s pregnant. Expecting twins.” He shares, and you bite your tongue. Then your father looks at Kento, “How’s my oldest grandchild?”

“Pardon?” Kento is confused by the question so you answer for him.

“Asami is fine.” You answer, even though you don’t know how she’s doing because you didn’t ask Kento about her. It makes you feel bad when you think about it, but you have a lot in your mind. “We just came here to tell you to have a great–”

“Why didn’t you bring Asami along?” Your father interrupts, and you’re taken back by the question. You blink slowly before you answer,

“This party is not suitable for kids, dad. She would not have fun with anyone here and she probably wouldn’t like half of the food served.” Your father isn’t pleased with the response, but he doesn’t say anything about it. You’re right though, there are no other kids around. Next year he’ll have to change the party so he can have his grandchildren with him.

“You’re right.” He replies, and you awkwardly stand around for a minute, trying to say goodbye to him and then leave. You don’t want to spend too much time there, but he says, “Alright, let’s go.”

“Go where?” You ask, hoping that he isn’t talking to you. But he is.

“I have to brag to everyone that I’m becoming a grandfather.” He responds, and you try not to roll your eyes. Of course. You should’ve known this was going to happen. Kento is even more nervous now, gulping down the glass of champagne that he holds until it’s empty.

Kento follows behind as your father begins to approach his guests.

Your plan goes to hell and you’re stuck in your parents’ home for the rest of the night. Kento certainly isn’t happy with the outcome, but he isn’t too mad about what ended up happening. Everyone was decent, no one was horrible. He was still put on the spot because everyone knew that he was the father since he followed you around– He had no option but to follow you around or else your father would drag him around.

“Do you just want to stay here?” You ask Kento while people begin to leave. Slowly the place is being cleaned up, and Kento is too tired to drive. He isn’t sure if he’s even allowed to stay here, so he asks,

“Can I?” He questions and you chuckle before nodding.

“I mean, I have a room here. You already knocked me up. Why wouldn’t you be allowed to stay here?” You respond, and he can’t help but think of what an amazing point you’ve made. So he accepts staying the night because he doesn’t want to drive all the way home, and he doubts that you want to drive to your place afterwards.

There’s still a few more guests that you two get past, and you go upstairs. He follows you because he’s bound to get lost if it were to just wander around. The place is huge. When he gets to your room, he’s in shock once again because it’s bigger than his apartment.

It’s clear to him that you moved out when you were a teenager because this room does not look like it would belong to your adult self. It’s very organized and clean though, which lets him know that this room is cleaned weekly at the very least.

“I’ll ask my dad if you can borrow some pajamas from him. I don’t know if they’ll fit you though.” You share as you look through the dresser’s cabinets, looking for some pajamas that’ll fit you.

“I can just sleep in my underwear, if that’s fine with you.” He tells you, and when you pick a nightgown, which reveals a bottle. You pick it up and read the label, slowly walking toward your bed. Kento notices it and asks, “What’s that?”

“Apparently I was sneaking alcohol. I don’t remember stealing this.” You say as you hand Kento the old bottle of wine and take a seat on your bed. He examines the bottle before saying,

“Do you want to open this up?” He questions and you click your tongue.

“Kento, I’m pregnant.” You have to remind him. “You can open it up though.”

“Hmm… Do you have anything I can open it up with?” He asks and you shake your head. You wait for a moment before you stand up from the bed and begin to walk towards the door.

“I’ll get you something though, wait here.” You say before you walk out of the room, and Kento sits still. It’s not like he had plans to go anywhere else. He does stand up and look around the room though. He’s inclined to look at the photos that you have.

It’s nothing too extraordinary, he just sees some pictures with some old friends, pictures from when you were growing up. Nothing that showed boyfriends or anything of that sort. He’s trying to imagine the twins and how they’ll look like, but he’s realizing that he knows nothing about you. He doesn’t know about your interests, what you did growing up, what you even majored in university. He almost feels bad because he put a stop to it.

He comes across one particular photo, and you’re no older than four. He smiles at the photo, and he hopes that if one of the twins is a girl, she’ll end up looking so adorable like that. He walks back to the bed and takes a seat. His eyes widen, realizing the wine is nearly as old as him. He’s wondering around how expensive the bottle is, but he decides it’s best to not think about it or else he’ll feel guilty drinking the wine.

“I got it! And some snacks.” You walk back with the corkscrew and toss it to Kento, which isn’t exactly safe but he catches it and doesn’t get any type of injury.

“Did you bring up–” He begins but he doesn’t see you holding a glass of wine. In the end, it’s fine. He’ll drink straight from the bottle. He’s not going to drink all that much, although he should take the opportunity. He’s not driving and he doesn’t have to take care of his daughter. “How many people are down there?”

“Hmm… Probably like a dozen people left. Apart from the people that are starting to clean up.” You answer, as he unscrews the bottle. He brings the bottle up to his lips, and he feels awkward because he should be passing the bottle to you, but he can’t. “I’ll be right back. I’m going to change.”

You walk to the bathroom with your nightgown in hand, and Kento almost says that you can change here, you’ve already done worse things. But you still want your privacy, which is understandable. He puts the bottle down on your nightstand and begins to unbutton his shirt because he’ll be going to bed soon. It’s past midnight and he’s tired.

His shirt is almost off and there’s a knock on the door, making his eyes widen. Before he can say anything, the door opens, which makes the knocking a warning. Your father walks in and finds Kento sitting on your bed.

“I wasn’t interrupting something–” Your father begins but he doesn’t notice you. So he knows he wasn’t interrupting anything. “She told me you’d be staying the night. Do you want to borrow some clothes?”

“I’ll be fine. Thank you.” Kento responds, and as he says that, you walk out of the bathroom. You quickly notice your father and you immediately say,

“There was nothing happening.” It’s what you decide to say because you notice Kento’s unbuttoned shirt. Your father chuckles.

“I figured when there was no one with him.” Your father begins to close the door. “And as long as I get more grandchildren.”

Kento waits for the door to close and for a minute to pass before he says, “Are you going to break it to him that you’re not raising the twins?”

“He’ll kill me.” You answer, taking a seat next to him. He raises his brows before he grabs the bottle and begins to gulp down the drink. You look at his shirt and decide to finish unbuttoning the shirt. He puts the bottle back down, and he finds you staring him down. He loves the way you look at him; it boosts his ego. Before your brain is able to decide for you, your hands go behind his neck and you pull him into the kiss.

He melts into the kiss without even thinking twice about it. You look so hot even while wearing just your pajamas, he’s not passing up on this. Your tongue enters his mouth and presses against his, while one hand goes down and feels his body. He’s getting closer to you, while one hand goes to your thigh and goes under your nightgown.

The pregnancy hormones are getting the best of you. You wouldn’t have even thought about sleeping with him again after he decided to end things, but your body wants him and you can’t stop yourself. When he pulls away and begins to kiss down your neck is when you begin to think about how Kento is seeing someone and you know how awful it feels to get cheated on so you speak,

“Should we be doing this?” You ask, making him stop. He pulls away and looks at you, his conscience a bit hazy. Maybe he had a little too much to drink.

“Why shouldn’t we? We’re already having two babies.” Kento responds.

“Aren’t you seeing someone?” You bring up and he awkwardly looks around, trying to think of what to say.

“We aren’t official so it’s not cheating.” He answers. You think about it. You wouldn’t want to be in her shoes. But then again, you aren’t in her shoes.

“Alright…” You hesitantly respond before your lips land on his again, which leads to the beginning of a very long and eventful night.

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drewexe · 2 years

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Like The Stars Pt. 4

pt.1 pt.2 pt.3 pt.4

Pairing: jaemin x fem!reader

Genre: smut, fluff, sex lessons au, friends to lovers

Word Count: ~8,3k

Includes: high school seniors (everyone is legal of age); canon bisexual mc; side characters donghyuck, renjun, and karina; profanities; obviously, sex lessons; kind of a slow burn?; idiots in love/miscommunication sort of (you decide which one fits better); does this count as semi-public sex? they’re on a balcony; protected sex! ft. thigh riding; my precious little nonsense epilogue

Summary: you’d had a crush on renjun for as long as you could remember, but your lack of experience always stopped you from taking the first step; it’s a good thing you have your trusted friend jaemin to help you out

Author’s note: the day is upon us, i present to you the finale of this short story ! thank you so much to everyone who stuck by and loved it until the end, you’re the best <33 disclaimer: do i hate miscommunication as a trope? yes; could they have resolved things easily and cutely? definitely; did writing it this way take ten years off my life? absolutely; do i have any regrets whatsoever? nope. plz don’t hate me, ehe~ you can shout at me about it tho, if you want! second disclaimer: the movie mentioned in this is included only to serve as a plot device, also the title of the story finally makes sense yayy

When you got to school the next morning, you were early enough to assume that none of your friends, or classmates for that matter, would be there. Yet as you made your way past the window that gave free peeks into your classroom to anyone passing by, you noticed a familiar figure already inside.

“Jaem!” you beamed as soon as you entered the classroom, rushing over to cling onto his arm.

“Morning, princess,” he greeted you, ruffling your hair gently and very possibly ruining the hairstyle you had carefully worked on. You swatted his hand away playfully and glared at him. “You seem way too excited for such an early hour, what’s going on? By the way, how are you feeling, still good?”

“Better than ever,” you chuckled, pulling away to look at him with a grin. “My parents are away for the weekend, do you maybe wanna come over and keep me company for a while?”

The boy raised his eyebrows, a sound between a scoff and a chuckle leaving his lips.

“Since when do you invite me over for sleepovers and not Karina?” he asked, as if doubtful. “Or why not ask Renjun instead?” he teased after a second. “You know, I'm pretty sure he'd be happy to come, and you could spend some quality time together.”

If you hadn't spent so much time with him and his smirks for the past couple of months, you would have bought that the one on his lips right now was nothing more than teasing. But you had learned to notice the small twitch giving out that he was faking it. You couldn't help but question it in your mind, the implication that little forced smirk held, yet decided to not mention it. Instead, you rolled your eyes at him and poked his chest.

“I'm inviting you, Nana, not them,” you shook your head a little. “Of course, if you say no I’ll have no choice but to ask someone else, but I just wanted to spend time with you, y’know.”

His eyebrows shot up and he chuckled slightly, crossing his arms. And you were almost sure that whatever he was preparing to say, he would be faking that too.

“Princess, don't get me wrong, but don’t you think that it’s maybe time to focus on Renjun now?” he questioned and your smile fell a little. He wasn't wrong, really, but you couldn't push yourself to say that Renjun wasn’t the one you wanted anymore. Not yet, not first thing this early in the morning and not in the middle of a random classroom.

“Well, I… I know you said we’ve covered everything but… I thought that I might need a little bit more time to get used to it…” The excuse sounded dumb even to you, so you decided to use part of the truth instead. “I enjoy spending time with you, Nana. Not just when you’re teaching me about sex, I like the cuddles and the jokes and your presence around me,” you sighed and something in his posture shifted. “I know we didn't spend that much time together before but that doesn't mean we have to stop after we’ve,” you couldn't help but pause for a second to recollect your thoughts, “finished with the lessons”.

“I didn't mean it in that way, Y/N,” he said quietly, cupping your cheek gently. “I've had so much fun with you, I'd actually hate it if we stopped hanging out,” he added as a little smile curved his lips and that made you feel a bit better again.

“We don't have to have sex tonight, or ever again, if you don't want to,” you assured him, although the thought still stung a little - you didn’t want all of it to end. “Just come over, we can watch a movie or something like that.”

“Count me in on that,” Jaemin nodded and ruffled your hair again, grinning happily and bringing back the smile on your own face.

“In on what?” a voice suddenly joined in and you turned to see Donghyuck had just walked into the classroom. “Are you planning a party without me? I will end you both if you are. Unless it's a surprise party for me.”

“Not really a party, Hyuck,” you laughed and shook your head. “Just Jaem and me, cause I'll be home alone for a few days.”

“Ew, please keep me uninvited then,” Hyuck scrunched his nose in disgust. “The idea that you two are fuck buddies is making me question this friend group so much.”

“Bold words for someone who spent the last three years trying to get in Karina’s bed,” Jaemin retorted, laughing at the way Hyuck's face fired up.

The knock on your door came a few minutes earlier than the hour you two had agreed on, yet you still rushed to open the front door.

“God, we haven't seen each other in ages!” Jaemin teased as he entered, fully aware of how excited you were and apparently that thought amused him.

“Shut up, loser, I'm just being polite enough to not leave you hanging at the door,” you rolled your eyes.

“Of course you are, princess,” he smiled as he leaned over to peck your forehead surprisingly. It was such a domestic little gesture that it caught you off guard. He seemed to be just as startled with his own action as you were as he cleared his throat awkwardly after pulling away again. “So, what's the plan for tonight?”

You shook away your surprise and smiled at him again as you led him further inside and let him set his stuff down in the living room.

“So, we are going to watch my favorite movie tonight and you cannot say no,” you said, nodding your head in the direction of the TV where the movie was already loaded. “I have also ordered us pizza,” you added and he glanced at the table where the two boxes were waiting for you.

Jaemin didn’t really even try to disagree with that plan and so the two of you settled on the couch, your legs thrown over his lap, and you played the movie. The opening scene of Stardust started playing and you couldn't help but smile as you watched the main character's father running away from the village he lived in to visit the magical market.

The movie went on and as much as you tried to focus on it, you started wondering if Jaeming was enjoying it. You couldn't help but glance at him every so often, just to check for any reaction.

“Y/N, the last time I checked, the movie wasn't playing on my cheek,” he chuckled and you looked away from him immediately, embarrassed.

“I’m just not sure whether you're enjoying it,” you pouted. Jaemin shook his head slightly in your peripheral vision.

Instead of replying, he pulled you closer to himself and made you lean your head on his shoulder.

“There, you can't look at me now,” he said. “Watch the movie, not me.”

A sigh left your lips but you obliged, focusing on the two main characters. One of your favorite scenes was coming soon and you smiled to yourself. The main characters were going to get caught by pirates and that meant that they would soon be realizing that they’re in love. A smile curved your lips again and you signed quietly. You felt Jaemin shift a little next to you, as if to adjust himself so you could cuddle more comfortably.

The film went on and soon you ended up tucked into his side, one of your arms wrapped around his abdomen and one of his hands playing with your hair. With your eyes on the screen and the lack of ability to check every three seconds whether he was enjoying it, the movie went by pretty quickly and before you knew it, the ending credits were playing. Reluctantly, you pulled away from Jaemin and looked at him again, waiting for his commentary as anxious tension filled you up.

“I can see why you like the movie,” he said pensively. You blinked, unsure how to take that until he turned to you and smiled. “It’s a really beautiful story. And also, there were witches and pirates. So, you know, obviously, I love it.” You felt relief wash over you at the confirmation.

“Glad to hear that!” you smiled. “I mean, not that you had to like it, but it’s good that you did.”

He laughed at your comment. So to stop yourself from rambling, you refocused on cleaning up the empty plates from the table and taking them to the kitchen. When you returned to the living room, you found Jaemin looking through the window.

“The stars are visible tonight,” he said as he turned to you and smiled. “The movie made me think about that. I’ve never actually paid them much attention,” he added. “Do you think they might be actual people living their life up there?”

“Oh, I love watching the stars!” you exclaimed excitedly. The stars had been one of your first friends, unchanged no matter where your parents took you, and always there. You had grown up looking at them whenever you felt lonely and so they held a special spot in your heart. “And, well, I haven’t had the chance to meet a fallen star myself so I don’t know what they are really,” you chuckled. “We can take some blankets to the balcony and I can show you some things though,” you offered, hopeful eyes looking at Jaemin.

He raised his eyebrows slightly as if surprised by your enthusiasm, but as he slowly approached you, a smile curved his lip.

“I’d love that, yes,” he said, ruffling your hair affectionately. You didn’t need much more of a confirmation to rush over to your room and pull out your favorite blanket.

In no time, you two had set up a comfortable place to lay on your balcony, surrounded by a nest of fluffy blankets and a few pillows, and you were on your backs, looking at the sky. The visibility wasn’t ideal, of course, yet small sparkling dots were noticeable here and there.

“That over there is Cassiopeia,” you pointed excitedly and Jaemin followed the direction of your finger, trying to spot the constellation. “You see? It’s those five stars that look a bit like a stretched out and messy W?” He hummed in confirmation and you could see him smile in the dim light of your bedroom over your heads as he recognized the constellation.

“Show me something else?” he asked. You could see the stars in his eyes, reflecting the ones in the sky and his excitement made warmth bubble up in your chest. You had been scared he'd find your affection for the stars dumb or ridiculous, yet here he was next to you, looking at you like you were showing him the secrets of the universe.

Forcing yourself to look away from him before you could dwell on the growing feeling inside you, you tried to find something else that would be easy to spot. The city lights limited the options even though your family's house was kind of on the outskirts, yet your eyes did see a recognizable shape.

“Well, can you see the five stars, like, kinda to the left above Cassiopeia, that look like a tilted kid’s drawing of a house? That’s Cepheus, Cassiopeia’s husband. They actually come from Greek mythology. They tried to sacrifice their daughter Andromeda to a sea monster because her mom thought that it’d be a great idea to boast that she’s more beautiful than the sea nymphs. It’s okay though, cause Perseus saved her and then made her his queen,” you explained. You moved your eyes again to look at him and found him already turned to you.

“That’s kinda dark,” he grimaced, but then a smile curved his lips and he added, “but they're beautiful". You knew he was talking about the night sky and its little gems. Yet a part of you felt like the compliment was for you more than for them.

Gently he reached over to take your hand, bringing it to his lips and pressing a kiss against the back of it. The action left you flustered, warmth once again filling you up and you couldn't bring yourself to suppress your feelings anymore as much as you wanted to.

“Jaemin…” you started, unsure what you were going to say exactly. He looked at you expectantly, a soft smile on his lips.

You couldn't make words process in your brain. The shift in your own feelings was still too overwhelming to talk about. Jaemin was one of your closest friends, and even if your sex lessons hadn’t managed to ruin your friendship, who was to say that your feelings wouldn’t. And even though you had decided to tell him, a part of you was terrified by it. In the end, you just shook your head slightly and looked up at the night sky again.

“Look, you see that very very bright star over there?” you pointed. “That's Vega. It's the brightest star currently visible, as Sirius is below the horizon right now.”

When a response didn't come for a while, you looked at him again. He was still looking at you, some sort of inner conflict visible on his face. Suddenly, he rolled over on the blanket and before you even realized what he was doing, his body was on top of yours, his arms on both sides of your head.

“God, you are gonna drive me crazy,” he whispered softly.

You couldn't help but look at him wide-eyed. Never before had he done something like this, even with all of the times you had had your lessons. Yes, he had never been shy to show he finds you attractive and enjoys what you two were doing… but this was different, this felt like it was coming from something deeper than just sexual tension. Your heart skipped a beat, the feeling of hope blooming in your chest again.

“You're just sitting here, talking about some big balls of hot gas billions of kilometers away from us with this sweet smile as if they are the most amazing thing in the whole world,” he went on, shaking his head slightly. “And all I can think about is how beautiful you look in their light and how much I want to pull you on top of me and make you feel so good that you'd look at me the same way.”

A gasp escaped you and you opened your mouth to say something back, to tell him that whenever you looked at him, it felt like looking at a star, that as beautiful the stars were, they couldn't compare to the way his light and warmth made you feel. But he didn't let you speak, instead leaned down and pressed his lips against yours. Thoughts left your mind as you kissed back, reaching up with one hand to bury it in his hair, tugging slightly on it. Neither of you really took control, neither deepened the kiss, instead, it was filled with unspoken feelings.

“Jaem?” you asked quietly once he pulled away. You didn't dare voice out the hope that all of this had ignited in you, scared that you'd find out that you had imagined everything.

“Tell me no, Y/N,” he responded, the corner of his mouth curving upside. “Please tell me no, tell me that I can’t have you right here and now, on your balcony. Because there's only this much I can handle.”

You were trying to figure out what he meant. You had invited him over, you'd even hinted that you could “use some more practice”, you had technically left the decision to him. But then again, true to his word, never before had he been the first one to go for it, he had always waited for you to ask or make the first step. Until now. Now, he was already on top of you, and if you said yes, you knew it would not be because of the lessons.

“What makes you think I don't want that? Sex with you under the stars sounds amazing honestly,” you said softly instead. His eyebrows shot up for a second, yet he didn't say anything.

Instead, his lips crashed against yours once again, this time much more desperately, as if he was trying to take all of you at once. He pulled away again, only to drag his lips down your neck, biting down at the base of it. Your hand was still buried in his hair so you tugged on it harder, whimpering out and leaning your head to the side.

“You can… leave hickeys if you want…” you mumbled, closing your eyes. “I’d like that.”

Jaemin started sucking on your skin harder, nibbling every now and then. You were lost in the feeling, his kisses felt like a blessing you had no idea whether you deserved. Your eyes opened up again only when you felt him pull away. You found him looking down at your neck as if contemplating his work. You didn't dare imagine what you looked like, because the idea of your neck covered in marks by him only fueled your arousal.

“You are so beautiful, have I told you that before?” he asked and you chuckled, rolling your eyes a little.

“Just now, I think,” you retorted. “And a few other times before that.” Yet you couldn’t deny the way your heart soared at his compliments.

“I’m gonna keep saying it,” he smiled before lifting himself up and off of you. Before you could even question it, he pulled his shirt off and threw it to the side. “Help me out a little, there’s too many clothes on you at the moment.”

Your top was the first one to go as soon as you sat up, Jaemin’s impatient fingers taking it off almost right away. Frantic hands traveling up and down his body, you were kissing him again, his hands around your waist and pressing you impossibly close to his body.

You only pulled away to take a breath, meeting his eyes. There was a question in your eyes but he either didn’t see it or decided to ignore it. Instead, he pushed a strand of hair away from your face and pecked your lips.

“Are you sure that this is okay?” he asked reluctantly.

“Jaemin, I could not be more sure about it,” you replied, reaching up to cup his face in your hands. “It’s not just okay, you know? I want it. I want you.”

His eyes widened a little at your words and he bit his lips. Did he understand what you meant? There was conflict on his face for a moment. Was he thinking about how to reject you? Or would he maybe, just maybe, reciprocate your feelings?

“If only you really did,” he muttered with a sigh, so quietly you barely heard it.

But you did. And you froze. And what had been a tiny sense of hope before was now so clearly obvious you didn’t understand how you only realized it now. Your heart started thumping loudly in your chest.

“No, I mean it,” you said quickly, but his eyes refused to meet yours. “Jaem, listen to me, I’m serious.”

“I know, princess,” he finally looked at you again with a forced smile. “Ignore that, okay? Where were we?”

You tried to speak up again, but he didn’t give you a chance, kissing you again to stop you from speaking. Your resolve started to crumble. You could talk about it after, you told yourself. So you moved your hands down his body, reaching into his untied sweatpants to stroke him. You were not surprised to find him already hard, but it did make you smile in the kiss.

Jaemin groaned quietly at your touch and quickly helped you out of your shorts, then your underwear followed them. And suddenly you found yourself on Jaemin’s thigh, your bare pussy rubbing against the fabric of his sweatpants, and it made you let out a whimper. He chuckled quietly, leaning back on one of his arms, the other wrapping around your waist to support you.

“You said you want me, no?” he asked teasingly and you nodded quickly. “Come on then, show me how much.”

You didn’t need convincing, not with his commanding tone that sent shivers down your spine. You started rolling your hips, at first slowly, but the friction clouded your mind and holding back seemed impossible. Your head fell on his shoulder as moans escaped your mouth, and you were sure the way your nails were digging in his chest would leave marks. The fabric under you was sticky but you couldn’t bring yourself to care and he didn’t seem to mind either.

“Such a good girl,” he hummed next to your ear and you shivered slightly. “Look at me, princess,” he asked and you forced yourself to lift your head.

A finger tapped against your lips. It took you less than a moment of hesitation to open your mouth. Smirking a little to himself, Jaemin pushed two of his fingers in and you wrapped your lips around them, sucking gently and bringing your tongue around them.

Maybe he didn’t expect you’d actually do it, or maybe he was surprised at how easily you obliged, but his jaw fell open with a soft smitten expression.

“You never fail to amaze me,” he chuckled as he pulled his fingers out and you shrugged slightly with a small smile.

“I do know a thing or two, y’know,” you said, yet as you’d stopped moving, the heat between your legs painfully reminded you of itself. “Jaem, please, can you fuck me already?” you pleased softly.

“Your wish is my command,” he smiled, yet his smile dropped a little the next moment. “I don’t have lube in me though, it’s in my bag inside…”

“It’s fine, I’ll be fine,” you reassured him. You could feel how wet you were already and you didn’t have the patience to wait.

He hesitated for another long moment, before making you lift yourself so he could take off his sweatpants and underwear. He did pull a condom packet out of his pocket though before ditching the clothing items to the side.

His fingers reached between your legs, two of his fingers teasing at your entrance for a second before he pushed them inside with ease. A hint of surprise passed on his face but he didn’t ponder on it, instead focused on spreading you out as much as he could before either of you lost your patience.

Then he put on the condom and flipped you two around so you could lay on your back as he finally pushed himself inside you carefully. You were genuinely amazed at his self-control to go slow on you.

“You feel so good around me, princess,” he mumbled, pecking your lips.

“And you feel good inside me,” you offered in return, smiling softly through tears pricking at your eyes.

You could admit that it wasn’t as easy to get used to this time. He seemed to notice it too so he stroked your cheek gently, murmuring little praises to distract you as he waited for you to adjust.

When you finally felt comfortable enough, he started moving slowly. You expected him to speed up gradually like he did last time. But instead the rolls of his hips were slow and deep. His body was pressed flush against yours at almost all times and the heat was making your head spin in pleasure.

You knew this wasn’t about physical pleasure only anymore. Not for you, and not for him either. It was so much more in many ways.

You were close and he was too, you could feel it. So you wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him down in a kiss, as sweet and intimate as the way your bodies were moving together. When you finally slipped over the edge, your moan was swallowed in the kiss. He thrust inside you a few more times, reaching his own high not long after.

For a short moment, you were in a daze as Jaemin slipped out of you and discarded the condom, then helped you put on your underwear and his own, taking a spare blanket and wrapping it around both of you as he pulled you in his arms.

The warmth of his body next to yours, his arms wrapped tightly around you as he held you close. It felt like home. How had you been so blind all this time…

“You’re amazing, you know that, right?” he whispered and you looked up to his face. He had never seemed so open and genuine before.

Or maybe he had always been and you’d just never noticed. Whichever it was, your heart skipped a beat. Your eyes returned to the sky above you as you smiled.

“There’s something special about this,” you started gently, hoping he’d understand you this time, “about this moment, about the stars tonight. And that something is you, Jaem.”

He didn’t reply. But his lips pressed against your forehead softly, almost the ghost of a kiss. You waited for a few loud heartbeats more for him to speak up. And then you reached the conclusion that he wouldn’t.

Stealing a glance, you found him looking at the stars with sadness in his eyes. And you realized he didn’t understand.

“Nana, I need to talk to you,” you sighed, lifting yourself on one arm to look at him better. “About the deal and-”

“Let’s talk about it tomorrow,” he looked at you, smiling. A pained smile. And you could guess what he was thinking.

“No, please, I need you to listen to me,” you almost pleaded but he shook his head and pulled you gently back in his arms.

“Tomorrow, I promise,” he mumbled and pecked your lips. “For now, let’s get some rest, okay?”

And you had a bad feeling about it. You knew that you shouldn’t postpone the conversation anymore. But sleep was already catching up to you, and he was warm and comfortable, and you felt safe in his arms…

And you were drifting away before you even knew it.

You woke up in your bed the next morning. Jaemin’s hand was wrapped around your waist loosely, breathing light and you guessed he was still asleep. He must have brought you in after you’d fallen asleep. You smiled to yourself, stroking his hair softly and he hummed in his sleep, nuzzling into the pillow. You held back a chuckle so as to not wake him up and carefully slipped out of the bed.

You were still only in your underwear so you looked around to find something to wear and your eyes fell on his tshirt. You considered it for a moment and then slipped it on, heading downstairs.

Bare feet tapping on the floor, you made your way to the kitchen and turned on the coffee machine. A side effect of all the time spent with Jaemin was that you knew how to prepare coffee the way he liked it so you decided to prepare it before he woke up. And you also started working on one for yourself.

Just as the coffee smell filled the air, another person walked into the kitchen and you looked up at Jaemin, smiling. He’d put on some clothes. He took a moment just looking at you, probably taking in the sight of you in his shirt.

“Morning, sleepy head,” you greeted, nodding towards the coffee machine. “You’re right on time, it’s almost ready.”

Chuckling, he made his way over to you.

“This is literally the hottest thing you’ve ever done, I could literally kiss you right now,” he said and you grinned.

“I don’t see anything stopping you.”

He took the invitation, leaning closer, his arms holding onto the counter on both sides of your body, trapping you in as he leaned down and pressed his lips against yours.

When he pulled away, his eyes were ever so soft and you reached up to ruffle his hair, before turning around to turn off the machine and pour the coffee into two cups, then turning back to him and handing him his. He took a sip and signed happily.

“This is what heaven must be like and you’re a literal angel,” he joked, eyes twinkling with happiness.

“Well I’m amazing, you know, or so I was been told last night at least,” you teased.

You regretted it the second that his smile fell and he pulled away from you. You opened your mouth to ask what was wrong, but words caught in your throat as he walked to the other side of the kitchen and leaned back on the opposite counter, focusing on the cup in his hand with a guarded expression on his face.

“Nana, what’s wrong?” you finally voiced out. He didn’t reply, taking slow sips of his coffee. “Come on, tell me,” you pushed, “did I do something wrong or-”

“I think it’s time we drop the deal,” he said suddenly. You flinched. “You wanted to talk so let’s talk. There’s nothing else that you need to learn from me and I can’t keep doing this anymore.”

“Why?” you asked quietly. But you knew why - it was the same reason why you had considered calling it off yourself.

“What do you mean why?” he scoffed, forcing himself to laugh. “We’re done with the course, it’s time that we stop… it’s time that you stop doing with me things you should be doing with the person you’re in love with.”

You swallowed heavily and put your cup down on the counter walking over to him. Was it not obvious already? It had been obvious about Renjun, so why wasn’t he seeing it now?

“But why should I stop, Jaem?” you asked and reached over to take his hand but he pulled it away. A sting of pain flashed through you. “You promised that you’d listen, you haven’t even heard yet what I want to say.”

“I don’t think I need to hear it,” he chuckled and you flinched. “I’ve made up my mind. It was fun while it lasted but it’s time it ends.”

And to emphasize his words, he downed his coffee and walked over to the other room. His bag was already ready and you realized he had already decided to leave even before this conversation. You rushed after him but he was already at the door, putting on his shoes.

“Will you just let me speak?” you asked, frustration evident in your voice. “Jaemin, I’m not gonna force you to keep giving me sex lessons, this is something completely different!”

“It is,” he agreed as if you were on the same page. “The lessons have gone too far. Everything that happened last night proved it.”

“So what, you’re afraid I’ll find out that you’re in love with me so you’ll run away before I can tell you my side?” Your frustration took the best of you. You hadn’t intended to say that. You should have just told him you loved him instead. But th words had already left your mouth and you couldn’t take them back now.

His eyes widened in surprise for a second, then a sad smile curved his lips again.

“Smart girl,” he praised, but it felt like a slap instead. “Give me some time, okay? A day or something, I can’t do this right now.”

He hesitated for a second, then leaned down to peck your lips. And then he was out the door.

You wanted to go after him, but you were stuck. He hadn’t even let you confess but you felt like he’d already rejected you. Tears pricked at your eyes and by the time you managed to make yourself open the door, he was gone.

You’d texted him over 50 times already. You’d called almost as much. He was not responding in any way.

You went to his house but his mother told you he hadn’t come back - she thought he was still with you. You dismissed her concern when she asked about your puffy eyes.

You went to his favorite coffee shop but he wasn’t there. You went to the school campus even though it was Saturday and you knew he wouldn’t be there. You went to every other place you could think of.

If he was avoiding you, you decided that you needed help finding him. You pulled out your phone, vaguely hopeful that he might have replied to your texts. He hadn’t. So you called Hyuck. Frustratingly enough, he also didn’t pick up. But you were desperate so you kept trying.

“For Christ’s sake, this better be an emergency,” he picked up finally, annoyance clear as day in his tone. In the background, you heard Karina’s concerned voice ask what was going on.

“Donghyuck, I’m sorry, it’s important,” you started, almost tripping over your words at the speed they were coming out of your mouth. “Jaemin has not been answering my texts, he’s not picking up my calls and I looked everywhere I could think of but I have no idea where he is and I need to talk to him.”

There was a short silence.

“The dumbass outed himself and he’s now scared of your reaction, isn’t he?” It could have been a lucky guess. But you knew better.

“You knew about it?” you asked, a hint of betrayal in your voice.

“Of course I did,” Hyuck sighed. “He’s been in love with you for a year and he’s almost as obvious about it as you.” You froze.

“And you didn’t think to tell me about it from the beginning?” you nearly shouted at him.

“Because it was not my business to meddle in his love life if he had decided to go through with this!” the boy defended himself. In the background, Karina seemed to have more questions now. He shushed her softly, before speaking up again. “Plus, first of all, I knew you’d come around and fall in love with him too, sooner or later! And I did warn you and try to hint it to you, okay? Do you think I did it because I enjoy watching one of my best friends suffer because of this dumb deal of yours? Just because he didn’t show it in front of you, doesn’t mean it was ever really okay. And I love you both, but I am tired of being your relationship therapist, okay? I don’t know where he is, but you’ll have to figure this out yourself.”

The line was silent for a while. A sense of guilt was choking you up. You’d barely gasped out an apology when the line went dead. You looked at the phone screen and Jaemin’s smile on the wallpaper made tears well in your eyes again. There had been a part of you in denial about the way you’d been hurting him but Hyuck’s words had forced you to realize it. For a year. You’d assumed he had fallen for you the same way you had. But you had been so wrong.

As you scrolled through your contacts, you couldn’t help but laugh at the irony of what you were about to do.

“Y/N?” Renjun asked with a hint of confusion. You’d always called him so rarely. “What’s up?”

“Hey, uh…” you hesitated. “Do you happen to know where Jaemin is?”

“Jaemin? No, I haven’t spoken to him today,” he replied, but his tone shifted to concern immediately. “Is everything alright? You don’t sound too good.”

“Yeah, I’m…” you started, but what was the use in lying? “I did something really dumb and I need to talk to him but he’s avoiding me and I don’t know where to find him but I need to tell him that…” you took a short breath. You were still scared of the words. But if you could say it in front of Renjun, you could say it to Jaemin too. “That I love him.”

“You need to tell him that?” Renjun asked, confused. “Doesn’t he know it already? I thought you two were dating and just didn’t want to tell us yet.”

You couldn’t help but laugh. The whole situation was ridiculous. Of course, Jaemin wouldn’t tell him what was going on, not when he knew how important it was to you. But Renjun wasn’t dumb, of course he would see through the two of you. And from the pieces he had, of course he’d reach the most reasonable conclusion.

“It’s… a bit more complicated than that,” you said. “And that’s exactly why I need to clear things with him. Please, I just need to find out where he is, can you help me?”

“I’ll do my best,” he replied. You thanked him about four times before he finally convinced you that he’d need to hang up so he can call Jaemin.

You waited anxiously to hear back from him. When you finally did, it was in the form of a text. ‘He’s at the city park near your place, but he might be heading home soon’.

The park. You hadn’t thought of the park. How could you not have thought of the park?

Typing back a quick ‘thank you’, you immediately rushed out of your house. The walk was a daze, your mind only cleared once you saw a familiar cotton candy stall. And on a bench next to it was Jaemin. Taking a deep breath, you almost ran over.

He looked up and flinched back in surprise as soon as he realized it was you in front of him. His lips formed a small o as he glanced down at his phone and realization hit him. He scoffed quietly and then looked up at you again.

“You look like a mess,” were his first words to you.

“Why would you agree to the stupid deal if you already had feelings for me, you idiot?” was your reply, equal parts desperation and relief washing over you.

He sighed and nodded to the free spot next to him. You sat down, relieved that at least he didn’t try to run away again.

“Donghyuck can’t keep his mouth shut, can he?” he chuckled, turning to look at you.

“No, Donghyuck kept it shut for too long,” you scowled. “But that doesn’t answer my question.”

“I did it because I was in love with you,” came his response. “I’d been in love with you for so long and you never even noticed. And you liked Renjun, so I didn’t say anything. But then you came to me, you wanted me. I knew it wasn’t the same, I knew your end goal was Renjun. But you were asking me for help, how can I say no when you need my help? So I said yes because I thought it would be fine. Because I was selfish and happy that I’d get a chance to be with you even if it had to be like this. And because I hoped that you might change your mind. But it became so hard to hold back, you know? To tell what was real and what I wanted to be real.”

You fought back your tears. This wasn’t your place to cry. You had been the one to hurt him.

“Jaem, I am so sorry that I made you go through that,” you said softly. “If I had known, I would have asked. I never meant to…”

“I know,” he shrugged. “You don’t need to apologize. I knew what I was agreeing to, I just thought I’d handle it better.”

“No, listen,” you started again. “And I need you to actually listen this time. I never meant to hurt you, but I know that I did. So I do owe you an apology. But that’s not everything that I have to say. Yes, when we agreed on the lessons, I thought I wanted to be with Renjun. But the truth is that I really don’t. You say you hoped I’d change my mind, yet you are so oblivious to the fact that I actually did. The past months have been some of the happiest in my life, you know? I spent them with someone who laughed with me when I was happy, who held me tight when I was lonely. I spent them with a person who would always make me feel safe. A person that would smile at me bright enough to lighten up the worst of days, and look at me as if I am the most precious thing in his world. A person that would stick up little stars on my wall for hours even though nothing of it makes sense to him. Someone who sat through my favorite movie and loved it because it was my favorite movie. Someone that didn’t care about the stars but let me talk about them for an hour just because they made me happy. Someone that apparently cared more about me than about his own happiness.”

You made a pause to recollect your spiraling thoughts. Jaemin was looking at you, wide eyes and mouth half open in surprise. And you knew the hope in his eyes and the way the corner of his lips was shyly trying to curve into a smile.

“And yet when I told that someone that it’s him that I want, he thought I was lying. When I told him that he’s special, he refused to listen. And when I tried to tell him that I’m in love with him, he ran away. What I was trying to tell you since yesterday, Jaemin, is that I am in love with you. Have been for a while. It took me too long to realize but I mean it. You were jealous of the stars when there’s no need for you to be. I loved them because they made me feel at home. But you make me feel at home too. Na Jaemin, you make me feel like the stars do.”

At first, he didn’t say anything. He was still staring at you with a smitten expression, yet the smile was back on his face. That beautiful smile that you loved more than anything else. Carefully, as if still in disbelief, he reached over to take your hand and you didn’t hesitate for a second to intertwine your fingers with his.

“Like the stars?” He repeated. “Really?”

“Yes,” you giggled, “like the stars. Like those big balls of hot gas billions of kilometers away.”

“Oh, that makes it sound awful,” he cringed and you couldn’t help but laugh. “I’m sorry I ever called them that way. Let’s stick with stars”.

“Okay, we’ll stick with stars,” you agreed. Your body was still buzzing from the emotional chaos it had been through, yet maybe it would all be okay in the end. “As long as you agree to stick with me. And I mean that as in, I want you to be my boyfriend, Nana.”

He looked down at your intertwined fingers instead of replying. His eyes lit up when he noticed something.

“You’re wearing the ring?” he asked, thumb rubbing over the piece of metal.

“Haven’t taken it off since we got them,” you nodded. “It was that date that made me realize that I love you so I didn’t wanna risk losing it. Back then I didn’t know you liked me too so I had to cling onto the memory.”

“How fitting that I chose to come here then,” he smiled as he lifted your hand to press a kiss on the back of your palm. “I didn’t think you’d agree to the date. I almost wanted to tell you back then, but you didn’t see it as a real date and I figured it wasn’t a good time.”

“I did see it as a real date,” you admitted. “But you would have saved us all this trouble if you’d told me back then.”

“And miss that pretty speech of yours?” he raised his eyebrows. “No way, I’d rather run away again so you’d have to come up with an even better one.”

“Don’t you dare,” you rolled your eyes, yet a grin spread your lips as you squeezed his hand.

“Fine, fine,” he chuckled.

“You still haven’t answered my question,” you pointed out, nibbling your lip a little anxiously.

“What question?” he looked at you and he was either generally confused or pretending really well. You sighed and shook your head.

“I literally asked if you’d be my boyfriend and you said nothing,” you pouted, reaching down with your free hand to play with his fingers.

“Oh, that,” he laughed and you glared at him. “I didn’t realize it was a question. I thought it’s pretty clear that I want that.”

You shook your head and sighed in disappointment - not in his answer, just his approach to the topic. Yet you couldn’t fight the smile spreading your lips once again. You’d made some dumb decisions along the way, yes, and you’d been too oblivious to see. But Jaemin loved you and wanted to be with you. And you loved him. And the sun was shining softly, and Jaemin’s smile was shining too and he was next to you, holding your hand.

“Like the stars, right?” he asked suddenly and you looked at him confused. He chuckled and leaned down to peck your nose before repeating his words. “Like the stars, you said.”

“Why are you so stuck on that?” you giggled.

“Because I saw the way you look at the stars, you know? You say they make you feel at home, but you look like they make you feel so much more than that. I don’t think I’ve ever seen you look as happy as you were when talking about them. And you kinda look the same way right now, so if I am the reason…”

“You really didn’t see it before?” you tilted your head in amusement. “That I am the happiest when I’m with you?”

“So… like the stars?”

“Yes, Jaemin. Like the stars.”

Epilogue

You were sitting with your friends in the school cafeteria during lunch break as usual. Taking a sip of your drink, you only now realized that by mistake you had taken a strawberry milk bottle instead of orange juice like you had intended to. A small pout curved your lips as you set the small bottle on the table.

“What's wrong, princess?” Jaemin asked, concerned as he noticed your displeasure. You shook your head slightly.

“Nothing, I just picked up the wrong drink by mistake, I wanted orange juice,” you answered, sad eyes fixed on the now very obvious mistake. Really, how had you even managed to mix the two up?

“Oh,” was his reaction at first. Then after a moment, he smiled and swapped your drink with his own - a bottle of orange juice. “Here, have mine.”

“Jaem- you hate strawberry milk,” you argued, trying to switch them back but he stopped you, grabbing your wrist with one hand as his other one pushed a strand of hair behind your ear.

“It's okay, as long as you’re happy I will be fine,” he smiled, loving eyes looking at you. You pouted even more now, torn between not wanting to let him ‘sacrifice’ himself for you and the warmth in your chest.

“You guys are disgusting,” Donghyuck crashed the moment with a roll of his eyes. “I swear, ever since you got together, it's like I'm a side character in a cringy rom-com.”

“I think they're cute,” Renjun joined in, hitting Hyuck's arm. “Let them have their honeymoon phase, no one questioned you when you made, like, three different playlists just about how whipped you are for Karina.”

“You did what?” your best friend asked, scoffing. She burst out laughing at the way Hyuck's ears turned red as he tried to deny everything. “Loser,” she rolled her eyes, yet none of you were fooled to miss the loving tone in her voice. “Anyways, speaking of, you two never really told us how you got together. I didn’t even know something was going on between you until I overheard a very strange half of a phone call. Obviously, I want the details,” she said, now turning to you and Jaemin with raised eyebrows.

“Oh, yes please, give us the details, we’re burning to know,” Hyuck grinned menacingly, clearly glad to not be the topic anymore.

“Uh…” You looked at Jaemin and found him already looking at you as if letting you tell the story however you want to. You could lie, of course. But you didn't really want to. “It was kind of dumb, like… remember those English lessons? Well, they never happened… actually, I… asked him to teach me how to have, uh, sex…”

“May I, perchance, ask why the hell you would do that?” Karina asked, apparently Donghyuck had really not been whipped enough to break his promise to you. Then realization lit up her eyes and she shook her head slightly. “That’s why you were asking about…”

You were burning with embarrassment just thinking about the whole thing now, but you figured if not the people on this table, who would you even share this with.

“Well, I was scared because I had no experience with boys before this, and I had this crush on, well,” you looked at Renjun awkwardly, realizing he was the only one you hadn’t mentioned your crush to before, “you, and I was just afraid that I'd disappoint you. So I asked him to teach me so that I could feel more confident to confess. But, uh, yeah, things didn’t go according to that plan.”

“Touching story for the grandkids,” Hyuck said sarcastically, while Karina tried to holding back from laughing, not very successfully whatsoever.

Renjun had not said anything yet and you looked at him, kind of scared of how he'd react. But whatever you had imagined, you hadn't expected his answer.

“Oh, darling, I do appreciate the effort and I’m glad I could help you two, but,” he started, chuckling a little. “Did the guys not tell you that I'm gay?”

(Turns out that Jaemin didn't have the heart to tell you, plus he hoped to really win you over, not just have you because your other option was gay. Hyuck simply found it hilarious. You proceed to murder Donghyuck for his crimes against humanity (you). You end up drawing a lot of attention but the immediate death of Lee Donghyuk is more important.)

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Good Omens fanfic by yours truly

y'know, i'm honestly more of a poet than a fanfic writer. but today i woke up to a lovely cliche idea of what could happen when an angel and a demon meet again after the former left the other for quite some time, and thought i would give it a try.

if you'd rather read from the doc, here's the link!

enjoy!

The Meet

After spending quite some time in Heaven, Aziraphale finds himself ready to go back to Earth. He takes the elevator, pushes the button and waits. Though the trip down to the human world is usually a very quick one, Aziraphale feels like it’s taking an eternity; he’s trembling a bit, repeating to himself It’s going to be alright, it's going to be alright, in an effort to calm himself down. It actually doesn’t calm him down much, yet at least it keeps his mind busy.

It’s a windy afternoon, and the bookshop is awaiting the angel just the same as he left it. Clumsily, he trips over his way to the building, but manages to arrive in one piece (no miracles needed! Turns out watching out before crossing the street is rather useful). When he reaches the doorway, Aziraphale tidies his clothes up a bit and right before he knocks the door, Muriel opens it.

“We’re clo—Mr. Aziraphale? I-I wasn’t expecting you…” They’re holding a book in their hands, which are now shaking a bit, and their appearance is more human-like, with a casual pair of jeans and a brown sweater. “I was just leaving, were you… were you looking for something?” They ask, shyly.

“Is… Is Crowley inside?” Aziraphale wonders.

Muriel is about to reply No, and even if he is, he doesn’t want to see you, but a familiar voice interrupts them:

“Aziraphale? What the fuck are you doing down here, your… Supreme Archangel or whatever they call you these days” says the demon, in a sarcastic yet seemingly hurt tone. His figure remains in the shadows of the interior of the bookshop, hidden from Aziraphale’s eyes.

“I… Crowley, I was hoping we could… talk?” he mutters, as he tries to hide his tension behind a smile and sneaks a quick peek inside in an attempt to find Crowley, unsuccessfully.

“Talk? You remember what happened last time we talked? ‘Cus I certainly do, a—”, Crowley stops himself before letting the word angel slip through his lips.

“Well, and I’m certainly coming in” says Aziraphale, assertively, as he enters the bookshop. When he’s inside, his eyes and the demon’s finally meet for a slight moment, and if it wasn’t for the noise of the people and the traffic outside, you could’ve heard something breaking inside both of them. Crowley quickly puts his dark glasses on. He looks awful, like he hasn’t seen the light of day ever since Aziraphale left (which is pretty much accurate, except for that one time he left to buy another bottle of wine), and is carrying a blanket over his shoulders. He is wearing one of Aziraphale’s shirts, which the angel instantly recognizes. If he wasn’t so damn worried, he would’ve smiled.

“Goodbye, Mr. Crowley! And goodbye Mr. Aziraphale, I mean, Traitor!”. Muriel leaves hurriedly.

Aziraphale takes off his coat and makes himself comfortable, almost like he was at home. Sweat slides down his forehead and he is struggling to keep his hands still. Crowley stands against a column, and the angel remains still on the other side of the room.

“So… um, Crowley… how have you been?” he regrets asking as soon as he finishes talking.

“How have I been? C’mon, An…Aziraphale, cut the bullshit already”. The demon is fairly angry. Can you blame him, though?

“I’m sorry, Crowley…” Aziraphale begins to speak, “I-I know I’ve hurt you and that my decision to go to Heaven was rushed, but you have to trust me when I say I did so for the best… for safety reasons, our safety. And I sincerely apologize for the damage I have caused, oh, I spent day and night thinking of this moment, when I could finally come back, day and night thinking of… you”

Crowley stays silent, and he’s not sure whether he does so because he’s resentful and doesn’t want to, or because of the knot tied inside his throat as the result of swallowing down the tears.

“I know what I did was wrong” continues the angel, who doesn't know what else to say. He slowly steps forward in Crowley’s direction. “I…I hope you can forgive me”

The demon takes a deep breath before he starts to speak. “Forgive you?” he asks, “You leave me for Heaven for whatever reason, tell me nothing lasts forever when I beg you too stay with me, and then say I forgive you after I kiss you… and expect me to forgive you? You were the only person in the entire Universe I really trusted, the only one that made the mess of this world feel bearable and even fun to navigate, the only one I spent years chasing after with the intention to get closer and closer until we could be together for the rest of our time. See, I… hmm… I’ve liked you since I first met you… in Eden. And ever since the day you left me I’ve felt nothing but empty and heartbroken, yet a part of me was always hoping you’d come back and wake me up and tell me: hey, it was all just a very bad dream, even though I knew it wasn’t gonna be that easy. You cannot come back and restart like nothing ever even happened. You cannot show up, inadvertently, and pretend I will go straight to your arms and tell you everything you wanna hear. I’m not so sure I can forgive you at all… or, well, at least, not yet”.

“Oh, Crowley…”. Aziraphale, almost bursting into tears, steps closer to Crowley and stops himself right before extending his hands to reach the demon’s face “May… I?”. Crowley growls but briefly nods, like there’s something that won’t let him refuse; like he actually needs to be touched by the angel. Aziraphale raises his hands and gently takes Crowley’s sunglasses off his eyes. Underneath, he finds two watery yellow orbs staring back at him. The angel delicately wipes the tears off Crowley’s face, and then takes one step backwards. “I missed you” he whispers, “and I completely understand that you are not ready to forgive me, and that you might never will, so…” he exhales “I-I better leave now”

As Aziraphale turns around and heads to the exit, Crowley grasps the back of the collar of his shirt and stops him.

“I might not be ready to forgive you, but I…” he utters, and Aziraphale turns back “you don’t have to leave, angel. I… I also missed you”

Crowley lets go of Aziraphale’s shirt and when he’s about to step back, the angel grabs him by the wrist, pulling him closer, and finally hugs him. For a moment, the world feels lighter around the two of them, and time seems to slow down.

“I love you, Crowley, and I’m sorry I’ve been such a coward to say it aloud before. I mean, after all these years…” Aziraphale confesses.

“Over six hundred years, to be precise” replies Crowley, jokingly, though really not much, “and I, well… you already know this, but, I love you, too, angel, I love you, too”, he sighs. “Uh…” he continues, “wanna… wanna go on a picnic or sum?”

“Are you trying to… tempt me?”

“Maybe I am”

The End

#good omens #go2 #aziraphale #crowley #good omens 2 #good omens season two #good omens fanfiction #go fanfic #aziracrow #ineffable husbands #ineffable idiots #aziraphale x crowley #muriel #aziraphales bookshop #crowley x aziraphale #to forgive or not to forgive? thats the question #didnt proof read so youre gonna have to trust me in this one

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ryuichirou · 7 months

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So I haven't seen Lilia/Malleus headcanons...?

Thank you for waiting, Anon! Today is your lucky day, because I’m finally posting these…

I was so surprised when we got your ask and the realisation that we haven’t posted any Lilia/Malleus headcanons hit me. This is simply unacceptable.

That being said, I want to leave a disclaimer that we haven’t watched ch7 yet, so I’m writing these prior to knowing full context about what’s going on in the Diasomnia part of the story. Please keep in mind that I could miss some key things because of that.

We would also appreciate if you keep any possible comments or asks related to this topic spoilers-free.

With that out of the way, let’s dive into these two and their complex relationship~

Starting by stating the obvious: Lilia was Malleus’ first everything. First kiss, first lover and, of course, first crush. He is still deeply and rather possessively in love with Lilia, even though these days he’s acting more mature than he used to. Well…

Despite not acting as desperate as he did when he was younger, Malleus is still quite protective of his love towards Lilia; he is even romantic enough to consider that Lilia is the love of his life. He still remembers the excitement and the butterflies he felt every time Lilia arrived to the castle after being away for way too long.

Lilia, however, thinks that this is just Malleus still being young, overly emotional and also rather sheltered. He also loves Malleus very much, but he doesn’t like it when he starts acting entitled to his attention. Instead, he wants Malleus to get more new meaningful connections, to fall in love with other people, to date other people. This is one of the things he had in mind when they enrolled in the NRC.

While Malleus really tries to get more sociable and approachable (when he isn’t hiding from everyone and pushing others away, of course), when he enrolled in the NRC, he had an idea of this whole thing really different from Lilia’s. He thought that this is finally his chance to spend more time with Lilia……... which isn’t what happened at all. It’s their 3rd year, so Malleus doesn’t agonize over it too much, but he was a bit depressed during their first year.

The only reason Malleus still regrets that he didn’t get to be a part of the Music Club, well, other than the fact that he really enjoys performing in front of the audience, is that he would really love to be in a club with Lilia.

It sounds like things between them are kind of sour, but this isn’t 100% the case. Like I’ve already said, Lilia does love Malleus, so he likes joining him during his evening stroll sometimes, likes to tease him, likes having long conversations with him. And boy oh boy how much he loves to prank others together with him… they’re dangerous when they’re having fun together.

When these two are alone, the mood can get spicy surprisingly quickly. It’s like they were just talking about something random, and then suddenly they’re giving each other bedroom eyes. They flirt a lot, and when Lilia is in a flirty mood, Malleus’s mind goes completely blank. Yep, that’s enough angst, we’re moving to spicier headcanons now lol

Of course, Lilia knows all the right spots on Malleus’ body. He knows how to hold his tail just right, how to pull on his horns and how to grab his throat. He nibs on Malleus’ horns, and Malleus either scoffs or groans at that, depending on his mood. Lilia is never really gentle with him, but Malleus is also kind of bratty, so this is pretty normal for them.

Out of any potential lovers, Lilia would be the only one who isn’t afraid of disciplining and taming Malleus during sex. He puts his fist in Malleus’ mouth when he starts biting too much, he controls his orgasm and almost manhandles him, which is insane, considering their height difference lol but this isn’t Lilia’s first rodeo with this horse.

It can get quite intense when they have sex, because Malleus gets literally dangerous when he is overly stimulated both sexually and emotionally. The guy is shooting lightnings left and right while Lilia is fucking him. Which is super amusing, but such a headache for Lilia, because he has to keep it in mind…..

#replies #headcanons #lilimal

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hannahssimblr · 3 months

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Chapter Fourteen (Part 3)

The sand is damp and smooth, and our footsteps are the first to break the even surface. It clings to our shoes. Seagulls caw and the marram grass rustles in the dunes in tune with the nylon swish of Jude’s windbreaker jacket. His face, blank, doesn’t turn to me, but I look up at him and feel unsettled, remorseful, regretful, excluded, and the sunlight glints off one of his little silver earrings and blinds me for a second, as though to force my gaze away.

“How is Jen doing?” I say, and my voice is small and almost drowned out by the rumbling of the sea, but he hears me.

“Yeah, she’s doing okay. She hurts a lot, you know, the parts of her that are broken. She’ll be okay, although they’re not so sure about her hand. This piece of shrapnel cut through her wrist, you know, severed some tendons, and there’s a chance she won’t ever have full movement back.”

“Oh,” I say, my own wrist twinging with a phantom wound. “I didn’t know that, that’s really awful.”

“Yeah, I know. She’s strong, though, she’ll recover from this and she’s going to be alright.” He kicks a chunk of driftwood out of his path and buries his chin into the collar of his coat. “It was hard to see her. This week has been the first time in months, and God, she just seems so fragile.”

“Yeah, I know what you mean. She seemed that way when I saw her last, she’s really shrunk in on herself like she’s trying to take up the minimum amount of space in the world.”

“Exactly.”

“Having the wrong kind of person in your life at the wrong time can be so dangerous when you’re already fragile, someone can come in and break you so easily that it’s scary.” I shudder and try my best to force away my own dark memories as they begin to creep and coil around my insides. “But what happened to her? What is it with Jen?”

“That makes her feel that she doesn’t deserve anything more than a person like Pamela?”

“Yeah.”

He sighs. “Jen has just never had it very easy, I suppose. Things at home were really fraught, I remember that when I moved here. We were never allowed to hang out at Jen’s place, because she said her parents were weird. It turns out that her mother was really controlling and her dad had a temper. They’d punish her for really small things really disproportionately. I don’t know, Evie, it was just a difficult environment, she was always walking on eggshells around them, and she felt like she didn’t have any control over her own life.

“When we were fourteen she met a crowd from another school who weren’t all that great. The exact type of friends her parents would keel over if they knew about, but that’s exactly why Jen wanted to spend time with them. I hung out with them too, but only because she did, and I didn’t really want to be all on my own.

“All we ever did was drink and hang out in parks, honestly. It was kind of boring to me, but I was just there because of her, like, I don’t know, I suppose I felt like I needed to keep watch of her, to make sure that she was okay because it was becoming kind of clear that she wasn’t all that interested in making sure for herself.

“They all used to be obsessed with being high all of the time. Not that they had actual drugs, just solvents. Lighter fluid, deodorant, petrol, sometimes, you know, choking themselves until they hallucinate…”

He’s saying all of this like it’s normal, and that I should know about it already, but I don’t. I nod along anyway despite my horror.

“But pretty quickly they got their hands on the real stuff. Someone’s brother knew a guy, I think. Something like that. We started with weed, which was fine, but then one day one of the guys showed up to the park with a little bag of cocaine.”

“How old were you then?”

“Fifteen.”

“And you tried it?”

“Yeah, and I didn’t like it that much, because it made me paranoid, same as weed, really. Paranoid and a bit nauseated, so I stopped doing it too often after that, but Jen was the complete opposite. She liked it a lot. There was something about that feeling of losing control of her body and being driven by something else that really did it for her, you know, she just liked losing herself in it. So really, from that point on that’s always how it was with her, always searching for an escape from her life, trying everything and anything those kids could find for her.”

“Fifteen.” I echo in disbelief. “You were both so young.”

“We were. Way too young. Two of those boys we used to know ended up in a psychiatric unit years later. I don’t hear about the others anymore, so I don’t know, but Jen has never quite gotten past it either.”

“Would you say she’s an addict?”

He makes a face like he can’t quite decide upon the answer. Perhaps my question is too simplistic. “I don’t really know what to call it.” He says eventually. “She goes through periods of heavy use, and then she comes back around again and doesn’t touch anything for months, it’s never consistent, it all depends so much on what’s happening with her, and whether her life is steady or not. Obviously, right now, it’s very much not. I think she’s had more and more difficulty in the last few years while I’ve been away.” A deep line forms between his brows. “I haven’t really been here to keep an eye on her.”

“Is that your responsibility?”

“Of course.” He says, as though it’s the most obvious thing in the world. But to me, it isn’t. It seems to me an incredibly heavy burden to bear.

“Her parents…?”

“They freaked out when they discovered she was a lesbian. They told her that she couldn’t identify that way as long as she lived under their roof, so she left. They don’t speak to her at all anymore, as far as they’re concerned they don’t have a daughter. I remember once we bumped into them in town and they completely blanked her and acted like they didn’t even see her. That was a really rough time. It didn’t work for my family to take her in, because Ivy was only six, so Michelle’s parents agreed. They’d been really close since they were children, so she lived with their family for three years.”

“Jesus.”

“Jen’s parents are horrible people. I don’t usually get so bothered about others to say that I hate them but… yeah, I hate her parents. They essentially destroyed her life. Well, they made a good stab. It feels like Pamela came along to finish the job.”

“I kind of get it, about Pamela,” I say, and he looks at me curiously. “You know, when you’re used to a certain pattern of treatment, returning to the familiar is the path of least resistance. Her parents treated her awfully, so she’ll default to someone like her, who can confirm all of those rotten things she already believes about herself.” It isn’t that cold, but I shiver anyway, and Jude bites down on his lip, frown deepening. “Yeah.” He says. “That makes sense. I just wish she could see what her friends can see.”

“You can tell her that she’s amazing all you like, she’s going to believe only the most negative things about herself.”

“Pamela locked her in a bathroom during an argument.” He tells me. “For four hours. Jen had to climb out of the window from the first floor. And that wasn’t enough to make her leave.”

I shrug. “You’d be amazed how bad it has to get.”

“Well I got Pamela’s number after that, and I called her up. This is what everyone keeps bringing up. I was just so mad. I just went off at her until she hung up on me, and then obviously she told Jen, which, I didn’t care about, I thought she’d be glad that I stood up for her, but I was wrong about that, she just cut me off and stopped speaking to me completely. That was like, a year ago.”

“I’m sorry.”

“I was confused… I mean, I am confused.”

I sigh. “I wish I could explain how complicated it is, but it’s so hard to.”

“She must know that Pamela is abusive.”

“Sure, but sometimes it’s just easier to put up with it than try to leave or to change something. It’s a strange thing, but I suppose it kind of makes a bit of sense when you’re in it.”

“I thought I was helping.”

“It’s hard to help, really. You just have to hope that she eventually helps herself.”

“I hate it.” He says. “I hate how powerless I’ve felt, just away in Berlin this whole time, unable to do anything, or even talk to her, or even know what’s happening.”

“I’m sorry that I kept things from you.” I say, and he replies “I know you are. I understand why you did. I shouldn’t have been so angry.”

“You have every right to be angry with me.”

We look at each other, and his nostrils flare just a little, a hardened, defensive look coming over his face because we both know that we aren’t talking about Jen anymore.

“I think I’d like a coffee.” He announces after a tense pause. We’ve reached the main entrance to the beach now, the part of it that was always too crowded with towels and parasols to find a place to sit during the summer, now empty, just like all of the benches and the bar stools in the surf shack just a hundred metres from where we stand. Jude points at it with his thumb. “Do you want one? Or a tea, or, I don’t know, an ice cream cone?”

“I’ll go,” I say, in the dim hope that if perhaps I pay for his coffee he’ll warm up to me again and stop looking at me like I’ve shot him in the heart. “Black americano, no milk no sugar?”

“Yes.”

And usually, I’d make some joke about that, but I don’t even try it this time. I leave him to sit on a sandy bench and I head over to stand at the window to order.

“Hey,” I say to the shopkeeper’s back. “Could I just get two coffees? An americano and a flat white.”

“We don’t have things like flat whites, this is a small family establishment.” He says, and then he turns around and I’m met with a familiar pair of blue eyes.

“Oh. Liam.”

“Evie?”

“Yeah.”

He comes over to lean onto the counter in front of me, and I take him in, the adult version of the boy I used to know. His hair is longer now and pushed back from his face with a patterned headband, and he looks less boyish, less skinny, but his full face of freckles is the very same, as well as the deep tan on his face, which I’m certain is there all year round. He doesn’t look unhappy to see me, in fact, he looks intrigued. “I didn’t expect to see you here, of all people, of a Saturday morning in March.”

“I know, I never thought I’d come here again, honestly.”

“We frightened you away that badly the first time, did we?”

I smile. “No, I just never thought there’d be a reason.”

“And you found one.” He grabs a paper cup from a stack and gets to work on the americano. “Can I do you a cappuccino instead, by the way?”

“That’s fine.” I watch him pour the coffee grounds into the portafilter and tamp it down. “I’m really just passing through, you know, after the storm, some of the houses down here have gotten damaged.”

“Yeah, that’s right. One over on the end of the peninsula has the roof gone off it.”

“Oh, that’s not great.”

“Not great indeed.” He puts the first coffee down in front of me. “What are you up to these days anyway?”

“I’m in the middle of college. I’m studying illustration in NCAD, and at the moment I’m taking a year to do an internship in a print studio in Stoneybatter.”

“Ah art school! You were always creative. Or so they tell me. I never did see your drawings in the end.”

I laugh awkwardly. “Well, I suppose you didn’t. How about you? Are you in college too?”

“Well if I was I suppose I wouldn’t be here doing this, now, would I?” He smiles over his shoulder at me after he pours milk into a silver jug. “I went to Galway to study for a year, and I didn’t like it, so I dropped out, came home, and I’ve been working here with my dad ever since. It’s grand, I don’t mind it. Nice to be on the beach and surfing and all that, you know what I mean?”

I nod. “Yeah for sure.”

Dumping bubbly, frothy milk into my cup, he wonders “What house were you checking out anyway? Is it Kelly’s mobile or something?”

“No, it’s the Turner’s beach house.”

When he places the cup in front of me, he peers over my shoulder and spots Jude sitting with his back to us, staring out over the sea, and Liam’s easy smile falters. “Oh right. You ended up going out with him in the end.”

“Oh. Well, no. It’s not like that.”

“Is it not?”

“No, we’ve just been friends for the last few years, there’s not been anything else going on really.”

He raises his eyebrows. “Ah, that makes more sense.”

“Does it?”

“Yeah.”

I clear my throat awkwardly. “Well, um, like, why is that, exactly?”

“Well like I didn’t ever think anything would actually happen there between ye. I’d have been surprised to hear that it had, is all.”

I stiffen. “Is that so?”

“Just from knowing him back in the day, I didn’t think he’d, you know, have gone for you, or whatever. Actually, I thought he’d have fancied your friend Claire instead.”

“Why, because she’s pretty?”

“Well she was very pretty, wasn’t she?”

“Yeah, she is.”

He sees the look on my face, laughs to himself and saunters back to the coffee machine to clean out the grounds. I feel my cheeks flush. “What’s so funny?”

“No, no, nothing.”

“Explains why you’re chuckling away to yourself.”

He sighs. “I’m not, it’s nothing, Evie.”

“No, what?” I insist.

“I’m not trying to start something here, I just could have predicted this, is all.”

“Predicted…?”

“That he’d still be, like, stringing you along after him after all this time. That’s what’s going on, isn’t it? It’s always what happens, it’s a classic situation, that’s all I was thinking.”

My pulse quickens. “I’ve no idea what you’re talking about.”

“Ah, come on. It’s so obvious. Girls like you always go for guys like him, guys who like the attention so much, but look at ye now, it just goes to show that I was correct way back then when I thought it. He’s never going to give you what you want, he never was. I’m actually on your side, I just think I could have told you this four years ago and maybe saved you the hassle.”

I get it. He thinks that I’m pathetic. “I think you have some nerve saying that. We don’t fit into whatever categories you have in your head. ‘Girls like me, guys like him’. That doesn’t mean anything.”

He turns around and shrugs, totally nonplussed. “If I’m wrong then what are you doing traipsing down to Wexford with him on an errand? Buying him coffees? It’s fine, Evie, I’m not trying to argue with you, I’m just stating a fact. Some things never change, is all I’m trying to get at. Nice to see that you’re still the same girl as ever.”

“What’s the coffee cost, please?”

“Five fifty.”

“Rip off.” I toss coins onto the counter, grab the cups and stalk away from him.

When I slam the americano onto the bench next to Jude some of the liquid sloshes out onto the wood, and he awkwardly mops it up with the thin napkin I got from the shack. He asks me if I’m alright, and I fib and tell him I am.

“Fair enough.” He says because he’s too upset with me to care that much. We walk all the way back to the beach house in silence, wet sand, whispering waves, and cool wind, stuck together, wishing we were miles apart again.

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#lucky girl part 3 #tw: drugs #tw: abusive relationship #tw: alcohol #tw: estrangement #tw: addiction #tw: injury #tw: accident

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desertfangs · 9 months

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Does Daniel love Armand because he is a vampire and not despite of his monstrosity? I was under the impression that he loved the being inspite of whatever "evil" there is. I saw a post mention just this. That book Daniel only knew the charisma of the "evil" and therefore was so admanant in his want for immortality. But once the reality of violence unfolded after his turning, then came the horror.

I mean—and let’s preface this by saying this is my read only and I’m not telling anyone else how to interpret what we’re told—but in my opinion, it’s pretty obvious Daniel is enamored with Armand as a person and as a vampire.

He’s captivated by his laughter. He indulges his obsessions, his desire to fly all over the place, to spend their nights at shows, movies, boxing matches, art galas. He’s nodding off at shows, exhausted from running around at all hours of the night. I’ve mentioned before that he puts up with a lot, and that is the sort of thing you do if you truly love a person. I don’t get the impression that Daniel loves Armand despite him being a vampire, or even because of it. He loves Armand, period. All of him. The vampire and the curious person who wants to learn everything about the world, who wants to film things and watch movies and put his cigarettes down the garbage disposal.

What we get in Devil’s Minion is pretty much Daniel’s POV and it is, in my opinion, almost a love letter to Armand. (I mean, maybe Lestat was able to sweet talk Armand into filling some gaps but it’s not like he’d need to, given that Daniel was probably happy to sit with him for three nights straight and recount their story. I imagine Lestat had a hell of a time cutting it down and wouldn’t be looking for more.)

He loves “snuggling with dead things.” He seems captivated by the idea of Armand wearing the clothes off his victims. He wants to see Armand kill. Clearly he’s romanticized death at the hand of a vampire (and had done so with Louis, when he begged him to turn him!) and now specifically at Armand’s hand. Armand, who is regularly taking little drinks of him and giving Daniel little drinks of blood in return. But I don’t think it’s just because he’s a vampire that Daniel is smitten.

Yes, he wants immortality. Because he wants to live forever with Armand. “What does it matter if you give it to me and it's wrong! There is no wrong! There is only desperation, and I would have it! I want to live forever with you.”

As for “the horror” after he was turned, I’m not sure what you're referring to. There was a lot of horror going on, what with Akasha immolating their kind. Or maybe you mean his first experience killing, which happened during the aforementioned purge of immortals. Daniel was turned at the most chaotic moment. His first kill is clumsy. They’re rushing to the concert. There’s no time for Armand to gently ease him into it, no time to make it palatable. He needs blood. Armand does his best. Daniel has to face the reality of taking a life quickly and then move on. And honestly, I think he handles it pretty well all things considered? Not long after he’s asking if Armand likes him as a vampire and is worried with how well he’s vampiring, but he seems more or less okay. I think the reality was always going to be a little jarring and the circumstances made it more so.

But there’s nothing in any of the books that indicates Daniel ever regrets becoming a vampire. Later on Night Island, he’s asking the ancients about history and we learn he likes to let his hunger build, but there’s nothing about him not liking hunting or having issues killing. We know he goes mad later and canon never tells us why. Giving the timing, I always assumed it was due to thinking Armand was dead but your mileage may vary on that. And we know at the end of the series, he’s hunting just fine in Rio, and later with Armand, and then moves into Trinity Gate, none of which speaks to him wishing he hadn’t become immortal or even not wanting to be with Armand even still.

Anyhow, I feel like this is a rambling response and I’m not sure if it’s what you wanted to know or just me spewing thoughts on Tumblr after a long, draining day at work, but I do enjoy spewing thoughts about Daniel! So thank you for the ask, anon!

#daniel molloy #armand #armand/daniel #vc meta #vc headcanons #vc #vampire chronicles #devil's minion #the devil's minion #anonymous #answers in the desert

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sofie-toffy · 9 months

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SatoSugu angst!

Satoru x Suguru angst fanfic

This is basically the ending of the jjk0 movie but in gojo’s pov + with a little prediction of what gojo said to geto. This is a little inspired by the song “Snow” by Ricky Montgomery…I recommend listening to it while reading this! This is one of my first few fanfics so I’d like some feedback and thoughts :)

This fic doesn’t completely confirm satosugu as a romantic relationship but I think I wrote some implications pretty well

Contains spoilers!!

“Satoru…” Geto’s voice was stifled, yet he still spoke of gojo’s name with such gentleness

Do you have any last words, suguru? Satoru asks, his throat weak and suffocating, so desperately wanting to cry out, to cling on to him, wanting everything back the way it was. He wants to heal him, place a reverse curse technique and stop him from taking his last moments. But alas, he couldn’t, he can’t. Not when he’s the enemy. Not when they’re opposite sides of the same coin. Not when he threatens to harm his students. But he loves him so much…he misses him so much…

He spent the past decade trying to ignore him, but now he has no choice but to watch him leave. Witness as death separates him..now there really is no chance of meeting him, or saying a simple hello…yet he has so much to say for the achingly long time he spent alone.

It’s been about more than a decade since they separated…yet it felt like just yesterday. Almost every night, gojo dreams of geto, reminiscing the days where things weren’t complicated…where it was just laughter and careless banter…and he wakes up and realizes the reality, and that everything happened in such a short amount of time. His best friend left him with little explanation. He had to go through his high school days, graduating without his closest friend. He spends every day wondering what went wrong…how could he have messed up? He’s known as the strongest sorcerer and yet he couldn’t save the person he loved most. Geto was one of the very few people who saw Satoru as Satoru…not the most powerful sorcerer, not some renowned superior, but as Satoru…as a friend, as a person. He wishes that he could turn back time, help his best friend when he needed it most. He so much begs to trade all his renowned power to change everything, to spend more time with his one and only, to laugh carelessly as they so easily used to.

But he snaps out of his thoughts, and turns back to the present moment. And here they are, wasting their chances for the last time, having so many words unspoken.

“No matter what others say, I hate those monkeys..but I never held any hatred for those in jujutsu high school…I just couldn’t wear a heartfelt smile in this world..”Geto chuckles weakly, his eyes tired

Gojo walks closer, sitting near him. He opens his mouth, trying so desperately to say something…there was so much to say yet so little time..his throat stuck, eyes burning with neglected tears. He decides to say something, not wasting this moment, not when they were to separate permanently.

“Thank you.”

He speaks out, voice deep yet cracking. With all that happened, all the words and sentences he could’ve ranted, he said just 2 words. He didn’t regret it though, no not at all. He’s always wanted to say thank you to Geto, he couldn’t even say a proper goodbye after they separated after all.

“At least curse me a little at the end…”

Geto’s eyes widen, soft tears falling on his scarred face. He really did love Geto. He didn’t want to separate from him, but he did what he had to protect him. His lips weakly curled up into a smile, his eyes showing infinite gratitude before he takes his last breath.

I made a quick sketch based on the fanfic :D I wanted to draw in a style that reminded me of manga (im crying sm rn)

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Chapter 6 of I’ll Be Back Again To Stay

Series Masterlist | Main Masterlist

Pairing: Santiago Garcia x single mom!reader

Warnings: none :)

Word Count: 3.5k

Author’s Note: it’s getting pretty intense (yearning. it’s the yearning that’s intense)

Just as you suspected, Inez wakes you before the sun is even fully in the sky, deep blues and rich oranges painting the view outside your window, with barely any light streaming through. But, today, and her birthday, are the only days you’ll indulge her by waking up whenever she does.

You trudge downstairs in your pajamas and get started on the coffee while Inez races over to the tree, staring in awe at the presents that await her. Sydney and Will have to get an early start to their day as well, so they’re up soon after you are.

While it’s only about an hour drive to Will’s parents, Christmas is a full day, full family affair for the Millers. It’s essentially a family reunion, just with presents and more tensions. This is Sydney’s second year braving the Miller household on Christmas, and you have complete faith that she’ll be able to hold it together.

Even so, you’ve constructed a backup plan, some issue that requires her and Will to leave early. And as much as he loves his family, you know Will’s thankful to keep this plan in his back pocket.

After a quick breakfast, Sydney and Will are out the door and Inez is back to impatiently waiting next to the Christmas tree. You join her in the living room, coffee cup in hand, and let her rip open her gifts.

It would be impossible not to smile at her pure joy and appreciation for every single gift she opens, no matter how small or large. After opening a gift that you signed, she runs over to hug you, and otherwise she shouts her thanks into the room, as if hoping that Santa could hear her.

With her ferocity, the gifts are opened in under thirty minutes and it’s still barely past the sunrise. You knew what you were agreeing to when Sydney told you she’d be spending Christmas Day with the Millers, but now you regretted that choice. As much as you loved to spend time with your daughter, there were only so many festive things you could do together that would keep her entertained.

And then you get a text.

Not sure what your plans are, but I remember you saying Syd was ditching you. You’re welcome to stop by. Toby would love the company.

You hate how broadly you smile at that, you hate the butterfly stampede in your chest. You feel suddenly lightheaded at the idea of spending more time alone with Santi, when the last time that happened you’d left kiss drunk and confused, unsure of how you felt.

You enjoyed it, that much was obvious, and the moments played on a loop inside your head. But you couldn’t place the tightness in your chest, the need to feel close to him. It was forgein and scary and you didn’t know if Santiago felt the same, if he felt anything at all.

Still, you ask Inez what she thinks, and she’s thrilled at the idea of meeting Santiago’s dog, so you send him your response.

Inez gives that two thumbs up. When should we stop over?

His response comes almost immediately, as if he had been staring and waiting for you to answer.

Whenever it works for you two. I can make lunch?

Sounds perfect, see you soon!

You shut off your phone and resist the urge to hide your face in a pillow, squeal, and kick your legs. Instead, you give Inez the devastating news that she needs to change out of her pajamas if you’re going to leave the house. She looks as if you just told her you have to return all of her presents.

“Comfy clothes?” You try to find a compromise, because today’s really mostly about avoiding tears, and she nods before trudging upstairs. You sit on the couch for a few moments longer, taking deep breaths the way you’ve had to do more often lately, before joining Inez upstairs to help her get ready for the day.

You send Sydney a message to let her know that you’ll be borrowing her car for a few hours, and then you start to make yourself presentable. You’re almost thankful for the antsy way Inez swings her legs off the bed, urging you to make your decisions faster.

Once you’ve settled on an outfit and helped Inez get all bundled up in her coat and boots, you start the drive to Santi’s house, heart pounding against your ribcage. Inez babbles on and on about how excited she is to see a puppy, giving you something else to think about before you go into a full blown panic over something as simple as seeing Santiago again.

Soon, you’re parking in front of Santiago’s house, Inez squirming to be let out of her car seat. As soon as her feet touch the ground, she’s off like a rocket, racing towards the front door, but she waits for you rather impatiently before ringing the doorbell. Her face lights up when she can hear Toby barking at the noise. You have to push down a smile at Santiago’s muffled shushing.

The three of you shout your greetings as Santi opens the door, using his leg to keep Toby safely in the house while ushering you and Inez instead. He grips Toby firmly around his middle while you help Inez take her boots off so he doesn’t rush and tackle her.

“He’s never bitten anyone, and I’ve always made sure he was ok with his tail and ears being pulled on,” Santiago assures you, waiting for your go-ahead before releasing Toby, as if you’d change your mind now and scoop Inez up before rushing away. Instead, you nod and remind Inez to be gentle.

Toby’s tail is wagging comically hard, barking happily when Santi lets him go. He rushes over to you first, remembering you from your previous visit, before he heads over to suss out Inez. She pats him on the head, as gently as she can, and it must be good enough for Toby because he flops over for some belly scratches.

“Merry Christmas,” Santiago tells you as you trail deeper into his house, Inez and Toby lagging behind in his front entrance. You answer him with a smile.

“Thanks for inviting us over, I know Inez has been looking forward to seeing a puppy.” You make no mention of what you want, of how deeply you seem to crave spending time with Santi.

You let your gaze wander, scanning from the kitchen to the living room to the front door, taking in the aspects of his home you didn’t notice the first time around. It’s sparsely decorated, with a few touches of red and green and twinkling lights thrown around. It still feels unbelievably cozy, somehow extremely warm and homey in a way that makes you want to sigh in relief, makes you relax more against the kitchen counter.

Maybe it’s the deep brown hardwood floors that make his house feel so comfortable. Maybe it’s the way it smells like sandalwood and laundry and something so distinctively Santiago. Maybe it’s the dog toys strewn about the floor, the dishes drying in the sink, the pile of throw blankets nestled by the couch.

A smile creeps across your face when you recognize the blanket he’d unwrapped from you yesterday, thrown across the back of his couch. It makes your heart ache, seeing it there in his home, out in the open. You almost want to cry, in a way you can’t quite explain. You want to reach across the counter and pull Santiago into a hug, but you don’t. You can’t, not now.

Now, Inez and Toby have made their way into the living room, giving you a perfect way to watch them play and still remain close to Santiago. It’s like you’re magnetized, and you can’t possibly be away from him, there’s something keeping you two close.

“No family plans?” You ask, an attempt to break the ice that had settled, not knowing the way you were prying Santi apart.

“No, uh, not this year,” he clears his throat, looking beyond uncomfortable, and guilt rises in your chest but he keeps going, “my siblings are all down in Florida, they’ve got their own families now and it’s too much shit to coordinate.”

He feels exposed, far too vulnerable for sharing a piece of typical information. You’d been trying to make conversation but Santiago’s so closed off that even something so simple as that makes him feel ripped open and inspected. His family’s a sore spot: he hasn’t seen his siblings since his mother’s funeral, before he ran off to Colombia to try and prove to himself that he’s a good person.

“Me and Inez normally spend Christmas alone, go see a movie or something.” He recognizes your response for what it is, something to placate his nerves, to offer something in return. He sees the gentle vulnerability, the truth buried under the seemingly casual statement: you have no true family beyond Inez and Sydney. He’s grateful for it, feels a warmth spread through his body at the idea that you noticed his discomfort and wanted to dispel it.

He casts his gaze around, searching for something to talk about, for anything to say that isn’t ‘I want to kiss you’ even though that’s all he wants to say. Instead, he says, “Well, you two are welcome here every year.”

A smile blooms on your face, followed by the sweetest laughter he’s ever heard. He wants to memorize everything about it, memorize the way your eyes crinkle and your breath catches in an almost-snort. It’s entirely endearing, and a small, angry, scared part of Santiago hates it. But he tries to ignore it, focusing back on your gorgeous smile and hoping you don’t notice the dopey look on his face.

Your laughter fades out, replaced by a gentle smile as you watch Inez play with Toby, snatching his toys away from him before he can reach them while his tail wags so fast you’re worried it’s about to fall off.

“He always has so much energy, maybe he won’t need a walk today.” Santiago comments, watching the scene unfolding in the living room from the other side of the kitchen counter. You turn, just a little, and catch sight of the easy smile on Santi’s face, almost as if he isn’t really controlling it and just can’t help himself.

You want to tell him how good he looks, that happiness is a good look on him, but you pull your comments back, refrain from making things any more awkward than they already are. You’re just glad that Inez can’t sense the awkwardness, because she’d say something to Sydney and then you’d never hear the end of it.

The morning passes with you and Santiago talking at the kitchen table, sharing stories over coffee mugs. Inez plays with Toby until they both tire out, and then they curl up on the couch together, eyes glued to the Christmas movie playing on the TV.

As time passes, the awkwardness dissipates more and more, until the air feels electric and your heart feels light. It’s nice, spending time with Santiago like this, with no expectations or prying eyes. It’s just the two of you, Inez entirely occupied in the living room, and it’s perfect. It feels like home.

“Are you getting hungry?” Santi asks after a glance at his watch, noticing how the time approaches noon. You’d told him before about how early Inez made you wake up, and the groggy morning that followed, including your minimal and slightly rushed breakfast. Your heart picks up at the way he remembers such little things about you.

“Hey, Squish!” You shout out, grinning at the way her and Toby pop their heads over the top of the couch to look over at you. “What do you want for lunch?”

“I can choose anything?” She asks, looking skeptical.

“Anything you want,” Santiago reinforces with a nod.

“Grilled cheese?”

“Is that your favorite?” Santiago asks, with a genuine curiosity that makes your heart melt. She nods eagerly, a toothy grin on her face. “That’s my favorite too!” Santi tells her with a genuine smile that only grows at her look of excitement.

The best part about his reaction is the fact that you aren’t sure if he’s telling the truth or not. You suspect it’s just something he said to see that smile on Inez’s face, but his own smile was so genuine you believed him too.

Santiago rises from his seat, heading into the kitchen amidst Inez’s little cheers from the couch. You follow him, taking up your spot at the counter again. You watch him cook, watch the way he lays out the ingredients and turns the stove on, watch as he follows the recipe by heart.

You try not to focus on his hands, how large they are, how soft but firm. How gentle he looks handling the bread, but how lethal handling the knife. Two distinct sides of him take form, one that is gentle and loving and warm, and one that is a trained killer.

It’s easy to forget about that aspect of his life with how rarely he talks about it. With all of the things he keeps to himself, his job is perhaps his safely kept secret, along with his feelings and past in general. Trying to get anything beyond the surface is like trying to pry open a clamshell.

You don’t want to push him, but you want to know the pearl he hides inside. You want him to know that you’d treat it with the utmost care, cradle it as gently as you once cradled Inez, pressed safe and close to your heart.

But, instead of saying any of that, you bury it deeper and ogle his hands.

You’re genuinely amazed by his grilled cheese making abilities: every single sandwich comes out perfectly golden and crispy. Inez’s eyes light up when she sees her plate, thanking Santi profusely as she shovels her sandwich into her mouth.

During lunch, you talk about puppies and Inez’s favorite presents and the things she likes to do. Santiago listens to it all with rapt attention, clinging onto every word Inez speaks. It makes your heart positively burst, watching the way he interacts with her, the way you can see in his eyes that he genuinely cares about what she has to say.

It’s almost too much, this wave of feelings that are beginning to overtake you. Somehow, you manage to contain yourself, instead offering to do the dishes since Santiago made lunch.

“Absolutely not, you’re the guest.” He says, rising and taking the plates out of your hand, “Besides, it’s Christmas. You should be relaxing.”

“So should you.”

He sighs dramatically, conceding to let you help with the dishes. He washed and then you dry, working together to put them back into the cabinets. The way his kitchen is set up, you’re pressed shoulder to shoulder at the sink, so close that you can feel the heat bleeding through his crewneck.

There’s a part of you that wants to turn and bury your face in his neck, inhaling his scent and his warmth, but you damp down that urge and focus on putting the plates back where they belong.

As you’re putting dishes away, Santiago is taking out three mugs, all with various festive designs on them.

“Hot chocolate?” He asks, and you nod eagerly, absolutely adoring the way he tries to tamp down his smile at your reaction.

He does that a lot, you’ve come to notice. Most of the time, he tries to shield his emotions, fighting back smiles or disappointment with an empty, neutral sort of look. But his eyes always give him away. You find yourself looking into those deep, gorgeous brown eyes more and more, trying your hardest to figure him out.

You think you’re getting better at reading him, but you really have no idea and no way to find out if you’re correct. Still, you’ll stick to your inferences and assumptions about him, and continue to stare into his eyes as if they’ll betray his deepest, darkest secrets.

He tops all of the mugs with whipped cream, adding sprinkles for Inez, before handing one to you and making his way over the couch.

“Careful, ok? It’s hot,” he tells Inez, waiting for her to sit all the way up before placing the mug into her little hands.

You sit down beside Inez, with Santiago pressed against your other side. You can feel the heat radiating off of his body from where it’s pressed against yours, and you’re convinced it’s one of the best feelings ever. Santi lets Inez choose a movie, flipping through channels and searching streaming services until she found one she liked.

She was passed out within the first 30 minutes, slumped against a throw pillow with her legs thrown across your lap. The excitement of the last few days, combined with the grilled cheese and hot chocolate, was the perfect recipe to get Inez to nap, something you hadn’t managed in quite some time.

Even though Inez sleeps all through the movie, and halfway through the next one, you still enjoy yourself. You and Santiago talk quietly, both about the movie and whatever else pops into your mind. Randomly, you’d get hit with the realization that this is the happiest you’ve felt in a long time before immediately choking those feelings back down.

Eventually, your exhaustion started to catch up with you too, and you felt your head slowly lulling to the side. Suddenly, your head is on Santiago’s shoulder and you feel him stiffen, immediately preparing to apologize and pull away when he exhales deeply, settling a gentle hand onto your knee.

You melt into him, and even though your head is bent at an odd angle, you’re more comfortable than you can ever remember being. There’s just something about being so close to him that just feels right, something that pulls the two of you together. You stay like that for a while, even letting your eyes close for a few moments.

When they open, Santiago glances down at you, a gentle smile gracing his features, looking as if this is the most natural position in the world. Reluctantly, you pull away, rolling the stiffness from your neck and shoulders.

“We should probably head out,” you say reluctantly, glancing between the clock and where Inez is stirring.

“Alright,” Santi replies, looking around as if for an excuse to keep you for a few hours more, “but I have something for you before you go.”

With that, he rises off the couch, taking a second to reset his body and stretch his stiff muscles before he wanders off to find whatever it is he wants to give you.

When he returns, it’s with a small, flat box, wrapped up in red checkered paper with a green bow. It’s clear that he wrapped it himself, and your heart constricts at that realization.

“You didn’t need to get me anything,” you tell him as you gently take the gift from his hands, starting to slowly rip the paper.

“I know, but…” he trails off as you slip the package from the paper, nervous to open the slim box.

When you do, you can’t help the gasp that escapes you.

It’s a necklace, with two little colored stones: one for Inez and one for you. You can feel tears pricking in the corners of your eyes as you look up at him, nerves plastered across his face.

“Sydney helped me pick it out, said you’d like it.”

“I-I love it, really.” You say, propelled up to your feet and wrapping Santi in a tight hug, pressing him as close to you as possible. “Thank you.” you whisper into his neck, content to stay there forever, or at least until you get your emotions under control.

“Of course,” he breathes into your hair, giving you one last squeeze before letting go.

“We should get going, Will and Syd’ll be back soon.” What you really want is to stay forever with Santiago and Toby in this little house, warm and comfortable for the rest of your life.

Instead, you scoop up a still sleepy Inez and make your way to the front door, tugging your shoes on and carrying Inez’s in your hand. The jewelry box is safely tucked into your coat pocket, and then there’s nothing left to do.

Santiago presses the softest kiss to your cheek as he opens the door for you, one you return as you exit, Inez waving goodbye from your arms.

There are so many emotions fluttering around your chest, rampaging your heart, and you’re more confused than you’ve ever been. You want to tell Santiago how you feel, but you can’t do that if you don’t really know what you’re feeling. It’s a gentle torture, one that has you holding back tears as you buckle Inez into her car seat.

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