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End of May II: James Potter x reader

Pairing: James Potter x reader [Marauders Era]

Word count: 3k words

Requested: No.

Summary: Imagine James secretly going ring shopping with the Marauders after proposing to you.

Warnings: Swearing, fluff, fluff, and even more fluff, talk of the future [Please tell me if I missed any!]

This is part of a series but each part can be read independently! [Part I] [Part II]

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Entering the Gryffindor Tower hand-in-hand with James, you're greeted by the usual sight; Remus sitting cross legged on the red carpet, hunched over the coffee table with books sprawled around; Sirius laying sideways on the wide armchair, long black hair hanging over the side of the armrest, and cigarette resting lazily between his lips as he watches Mooney; Peter laying sprawled over the couch, snoring, a box of spilled Honeydukes' Fudge Flies and a magical radio covering his chest, reporting the latest on the Montrose Magpies vs. Chudley Cannons game.

"Look who's back!" Sirius sings, both arms reaching out wide for the two of you. You laugh, letting go of James's hand and laying down on top of Sirius, who engulfs you before returning his sights to your fiancé. The time that James had gotten jealous or worried over the closeness the two shared was long past, "What have you two been doing?"

James grumbles at the tone and wiggling of his best friend's eyebrows, causing Remus to look up at him and close his book. You laugh again, not even Sirius's incessant teasing could get you in a bad mood now. "Oh, stop it you two!"

"What did I do?" both James and Sirius exclaim, looks of offense as their eyes widened at you. Grabbing a hold of Peter's ankles, James pulls them out from on top of the couch and sits down on the end of it, making Peter sit up with a jerk.

Spotting the red head decending the angled stairway towards the girls' dorms, you yell out to your bestfriends, "Lils! Get over here!" you sit up strighter in the chair, a grunt escaping the pureblood as you accidentally elbow him in the stomach.

"What's going on?" she furrows her brows in confusion at the wide grin you'd been wearing since over an hour ago. Clutching a herbology textbook to her chest, it falls on its side as you shoot up from the chair and hug her.

Lily looks between your shared friends with half a frown, but they all look just as confused - everybody apart from James who wears a proud half-smile seeing the interaction.

"He did it!" you squeel in her ear. The Marauders becoming even more confused at the enlightened and excited look on your best friend's face.

The two of you had gotten to talking about it after the last Gryffindor party. Drunkenly maneuvering around the room, you had helped remove each other's makeup as you had gotten into talking about whether you ever though James was going to propose, and everything that came along with it.

"He did it?" she questions, not fully believing it.

"He did it!" you confirm, arms still not letting go from the tight grip around her neck.

"You did it?" she looks at James this time, needing to hear it from the horse's mouth.

"I did it." He has never sounded as proud, or maybe once, after he got an O on the final exam in Study of Ancient Runes in third year; one of his two electives, and the only class he was seriously struggling with.

"Wait, what are you-" Sirius was interrupted by Lily again,

"Can I see it? Do you have it?" she let go of you and grabbed your left hand, looking at your bare finger, she frowned at you.

"Where is it, Y/n?"

"We don't have it yet, it was more of a impromptu thing," James jokes, causing you to giggle again.

"Wait... you're-" Sirius looked dumbfounded, mouth hung open and eyes wide as he stared between you and James.

"You're looking at the future Mrs. Potter!" James exclaims, hitting Peter when he playfully gags beside him.

Remus hugs you, whispering a "Congratulations!" to you, as he rises to his feet to approach your finacé. You turn to Sirius who has gotten out of the armchair and is slowly moving towards you.

"You're... you're..." something in him sounds so defeated, and you immediately start to worry.

"Siri, I di-" you try to explain but you soon realize that you have no idea what to say, since you don't know what the problem actually is.

"You alright, mate?" James walks towards you, laying an arm against you're back to eliviate the anxiety that had started to fill you up.

Suddenly Sirius's arms are around your waist, lifting you up and spinning you around in the air as you both laugh. "You're crazy, both of you! You know that, right?"

"I know. I'm crazy about her." James smiles seeing his friend happy for the two of you. You blush, embracing Sirius as he hugs you tighter, head agsint your shoulder.

When James gets busy talking to Remus and Lily, Sirius sees the opportunity and whispers quietly, "You make him happy. And not just 'I got a new broom' or 'Sirius bought me candy from Honeyduke' happy, but just a content 'always and forever' kind of happy." You hum, not sure of what to say, but the warmth spreading within you makes your stomach flutter. "Does he make you that same kind of happy? Like, 'I'd go on the run with you' or 'I'd marry you in nothing more than a trash bag' kind of happy?"

You snort, but both knowing it was a very real moment, you took a breath and responded, "He does."

Sirius squeezes you once before letting go, "This calls for some fire whiskey and dessert from the kitchens, right boys!" Sirius hypes, throwing his arms around the shoulders of you and James, "And ladies, of course!" he corrects jokingly.

Having stumbled up the stairs to the boys dormitories along with the Marauders about four hours later, all of your bodies buzzing from the excessive amount of alcohol consumed, you cuddled up next to James in bed.

Which is why, to your surprise, you had woken up not only alone in the bed, but all alone in the usually bustling room. Sitting up and trying to rub the sleep from your eyes, and groan at the dull ache in your skull. You move quietly around the room and feel at the beds; all cold to the touch with sheets haphazardly covering them, except for one with the pillows straightened out and corners tugged in tightly.

Turning back to the only warm bed in the room, ready to fall back asleep, you spot a piece of parchment on the bedtable that you must have missed before. Grabbing it and unfolding the small note with your name written on top, you start to read the scribbled writing.

𝒢𝑜𝑜𝒹 𝓂𝑜𝓇𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒷𝑒𝒶𝓊𝓉𝒾𝒻𝓊𝓁,

𝐼'𝓂 𝓈𝑜𝓇𝓇𝓎 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒽𝒶𝓋𝑒 𝓉𝑜 𝓌𝒶𝓀𝑒 𝓊𝓅 𝒶𝓁𝑜𝓃𝑒 𝒷𝓊𝓉 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓁𝒶𝒹𝓈 𝒶𝓇𝑒 𝒻𝑜𝓇𝒸𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓂𝑒 𝑜𝓊𝓉 𝑜𝒻 𝒷𝑒𝒹 𝓉𝑜 𝓅𝓁𝒶𝓎 𝓈𝑜𝓂𝑒 𝓆𝓊𝒾𝒹𝒹𝒾𝓉𝒸𝒽 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝑔𝑒𝓉 𝒶𝓃 𝑒𝒶𝓇𝓁𝓎 𝒷𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓀𝒻𝒶𝓈𝓉.

𝒴𝑜𝓊 𝓁𝑜𝑜𝓀𝑒𝒹 𝓌𝒶𝓎 𝓉𝑜 𝓅𝑒𝒶𝒸𝑒𝒻𝓊𝓁 𝓉𝑜 𝓌𝒶𝓀𝑒 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝐼 𝓀𝓃𝑒𝓌 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓌𝑜𝓊𝓁𝒹 𝓅𝓇𝑜𝒷𝒶𝒷𝓁𝓎 𝑔𝒾𝓋𝑒 𝓂𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝒸𝓊𝓉𝑒 𝓈𝒸𝑜𝓌𝓁 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒹𝑜 𝓌𝒽𝑒𝓃 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒶𝓇𝑒 𝓉𝑜𝑜 𝓉𝒾𝓇𝑒𝒹 𝑜𝓇 𝒽𝓊𝓃𝑔𝓇𝓎.

𝒫𝓁𝑒𝒶𝓈𝑒 𝒹𝑜𝓃'𝓉 𝒷𝑒 𝓂𝒶𝒹 𝒶𝓉 𝓂𝑒 𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝓃𝑜𝓉 𝓌𝒶𝓀𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓎𝑜𝓊, 𝐼 𝑔𝒶𝓋𝑒 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒶 𝓀𝒾𝓈𝓈 𝑜𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒽𝑒𝒶𝒹 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝓂𝑜𝓇𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒷𝑜𝓎𝓈 𝒽𝒶𝓋𝑒𝓃'𝓉 𝓈𝓉𝑜𝓅𝓅𝑒𝒹 𝓉𝑒𝒶𝓈𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓂𝑒 𝓈𝒾𝓃𝒸𝑒, 𝒾𝒻 𝒾𝓉'𝓈 𝒶𝓃𝓎 𝒸𝑜𝓂𝒻𝑜𝓇𝓉.

𝒴𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝒥𝒶𝓂𝒾𝑒

𝓅.𝓈. 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓇𝑒 𝒶𝓇𝑒 𝓅𝒶𝒾𝓃𝓀𝒾𝓁𝓁𝑒𝓇𝓈 𝒾𝓃 𝑀𝑜𝑜𝓃𝓎'𝓈 𝒸𝒽𝑒𝓈𝓉 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝓌𝒾𝓁𝓁 𝒽𝑒𝓁𝓅 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝒽𝑒𝒶𝒹𝒶𝒸𝒽𝑒, 𝒷𝓊𝓉 𝒹𝑜𝓃𝓉 𝓉𝑒𝓁𝓁 𝒽𝒾𝓂 𝐼 𝓉𝑜𝓁𝒹 𝓎𝑜𝓊!

You smile lazily at the note in your hand, fingers having moved up to your forehead as if though you could still feel the warmth of his lips there. Knocking on the door takes your attention away from the letter, opening it to reveal Lily she cringes at your still sleepy state.

"Let's do something today!"

Strolling down the pebbled road to Hogsmeade with Sirius' arm wrapped around his neck, James laughed at one of Peter's jokes. "I'm sure Y/n couldn't tell the difference if Prongs showed up to the wedding as a stag, Pete. Not much difference up here!" the black haired Gryffindor howled, jokingly knocking against the side of his head.

"Oi!" James elbowed Sirius in the ribs, causing him to hunch over and then smack him at the back of the neck, "Give me some credit! I am head boy, after all!"

"Bloody miracle, that!" Remus retorts. James doesn't miss the quickly covered relieved and proud look on Sirius' face, having been worried about Moony being off since the full moon a few days back.

"Well, at least I'm getting married in the first place!" James defends, crossing his arms in front of him with a prideful grin.

"That's also true!" Peter echoes, seeing James struggle for a reply.

"To the most beautiful, funny, and wicked girl at Hogwarts!"

The three echo, singing aloud as they refer to the lovebird James had sent you on Saint Valentine's Day in fourth year.

"Stop mugging me off!"

"We're here!" turning towards the newly opened jewellery store, they all stopped to look at the shop window and the "Mrs. Wolveden Jewellery" sign before stepping inside. The usually rowdy boys stiffened slightly as they walked further into the room, a certain air of importance and rigid maturity.

"Can I help you boys?" A short woman with a round face and one of those kind smiles one only seems to earn with years greeted them.

"Yes!" James chirps, giving the woman a charismatic smile before approaching the counter, "We're looking for an engagement ring."

"Oh! Aren't you a little young to get married?" she frowned at the group of them; not in a disapproving way, but more in the way a grandma would react to someone accidentally dropping ice cream.

"I don't think you can ever be too young for love, can you, ma'am?" James appeals, causing the elderly woman to chuckle and dismiss it with the gentle wave of a hand.

"No, I suppose not. Let us see what I have." She waddles down the back of the counter, further down the slim shop. The boys follow on the other side of the glass counter, stopping abruptly as the woman halts.

Looking up at them with an unsure smile, she inspects your fiancés civilian clothes, "What is your prize limit?"

They all knew this was an expensive shop, having seen the necklaces and earrings in the window, as well as having heard of it, having been opened for about two weeks.

James gives her a reassuring smile, "There's no prize limit, as long as I know she'll love it." The woman, most likely Mrs. Wolveden, smiled lizily at him.

"A well rehearsed answer, I see. I'm sure that special someone, whoever she may be, would be very pleased hearing it."

"I'm not that sure, I think she'd rather marry me with a simple string tied around her finger." James jokes, Sirius nodding along quietly.

"Why is that, dear?" she implores, moving further down the store and unlocking one of the glass lids.

"She doesn't like the idea of me spending money on her, she's gotten used to the small sums, but not the big ones." Remus chokes on a laugh, leaning on a grinning Sirius for stability.

"That's one word for it, mate." Sirius snickers, propelling all three of the boys into a fit of laughter; recalling how James had booked a trip for the two of you over the Christmas holidays, talked to your parents, and arranged for it to be a surprise; your reaction had been a mix between half hearted slaps on the arm, scolding, and immense amounts of 'thank you's.

"This will just have to be a secret between us, then." she nods, waving them over to the array of engagement rings.

From simple thin wedding bands, some even without any stone, to some that looked to weigh a ton, covered in diamonds which looked like they were made to only be used singularly, Peter's jaw dropped.

James and Sirius, born into immense wealth were not surprised by the latter, although James was perhaps more used to subtle wealth. Remus, having been in muggle jewellery stores before, knew that the latter was often what most women wanted and was unimpressed.

"Do you think she would prefer something like this? From what I can hear, she doesn't want anything too flashy." The lady gestured towards the more subtle ones, some without a rock and some with. James leaned over the jewellery, nodding thoughtfully.

"Could we see that one?" Sirius, who had just decided to take this seriously, pointed at one of the thinnest of silver bands. Getting it in the palm of his hand, he inspected it carefully. "It's a little too 'not flashy', don't you think?" he frowned, nodding along with James.

After about two hours and having looked through almost all the rings in the shop they all started to feel hopeless. All except Peter who had left about an hour earlier to 'just pop over to Honeydukes really quick' and still hadn't returned.

"You know... I do have one last ring, if you want to see it?" Mrs. Wolvenden tried, and Remus nodded graciously to her as James was staring exhaustedly at one of the rings which he had liked but had just felt wrong and not good enough.

The Lady came back from the back of the store, a small metal trinket box in hand, "Here it is, it isn't much but it might be exactly what you are looking for."

James tried to shake off the feeling of impending disappointment and stretched before turning to the lady and approaching the counter where the small Victorian box had been placed. Looking at its surface, much like a dirtied mirror, it felt like it had lived through many lifetimes, many histories that you could never fully know.

Immediately feeling intrigued James took the box gently in his hands and opened it. Gasping at the simple sight of it, he just knew it was the right one... the perfect one.

"How did you-" he is absolutely speechless as he closes the box and looks at the lady.

"Do you like it?" although she sounded clueless the smile she gave him proved that she somehow knew it would be exactly that, the perfect one.

"Uhh, yeah... I'll take it."

"Don't you want to know the price first?" Asks a confused Peter who had quietly entered the shop.

"No need, it's this or nothing!"

Having returned to the castle after looking through Honeydukes, Zonko's, and going to Dervish and Banges to get repairs for Peter's Remembrall, James had pushed away the boys each time they tried to convince him to show the ring to them.

"Y/n! James is back!" Lily whisper-yelled across the Gryffindor common room, where you had run over to quickly help two fifth years who were slowly losing hope over their shared potions exam.

You shriek and move over to her, "Where?" you ask, frowning at her. She points out the window and you can see four dark figured moving across the sun yellowed grass. You shriek again and run out the portrait hole.

"I'll try not to be offended at how excited and quickly you're leaving me!" she yells after you, causing you to run back into the room and grab her hand with a playfully annoyed look, dragging her out of the room and into a sprint.

"What was that about?" one of the third years whispered to another.

"What do you think? James just got back!" another answers, causing a group of girls by the sofas to giggle and laugh wistfully.

"Jamie!" you're breathless as you jump down the last few steps of the moving stairs, Lily still closely behind you. You leap at him, legs wrapping around his waist and arms snaking around his neck as you embrace him tightly.

He takes a second to tighten his arms around you and just hold you close, breathing you in and taking comfort in your presence. "Marry me, princess."

"You've already asked me that, dummy," you laugh, pulling away to study him with a half concerned look. He hugs you tighter, removing one arm and collecting the ring box from his back pocket.

He knew this was not the most romantic setting, the entrance of the school, but it was probably the only time you would ever see it empty, and you were already surrounded by your family, your chosen family. He let go of you and stepped away, lowering onto one knee he chuckled as both yours and Lily's breaths caught.

Looking across the faces of your friends and finally landing on you, he gives you a crooked smile. "I'm going to do it the correct way this time."

You breathe out a laugh, still taken aback and wildly flustered. Covering your face with both hands, you try to cover your rosy blush. "Don't hide that pretty face from me, princess." he winks, causing your blush to worsen; not that he didn't always flirt with you a little too much in public, but you were already to flustered to be able to take any more of it.

"I love you so much, darling. I have never been as happy, as alive... as complete, as I have been since you came into my life. I promise to always make you feel as complete as you make me; I promise to honour your opinions and feelings; I promise to fulfill all your needs and desires, and I mean all your desires," he winks again, your eyes widening as you try to turn away from your laughing friends.

"I promise to make stupid jokes when you need to laugh, to hold you when you need to cry, to help you whenever you attempt to get on a broom, and to always be by your side," he pulls out the box and opens it in front of you, you gasp, "And, you know what? I hate your last name, let's change it to Potter. Marry me?"

You laugh at the jab he had successfully fit into the romantic speech, but nod non the less, "Yes!"

A/N: I'm sorry it's been so long since uploading! I just got into one of the hardest international school programs in the world and let's just say it hasn't been easy. There will be more parts of this!

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What Could've Been

Requested By Anon: "pls do a rosé or jennie imagine where the reader is into them but they just keep rejecting her. then they just cross the line one day and say hurtful things to y/n so the reader just ended up stopped pursuing them. then someone else (could be the other rosé or jennie also of yk what i mean) became interested in y/n and they get all petty and jealous yk djajdua,, COULD BE ANY ENDING HFHSHAU I'M JUST A REAL SUCKER FOR IMAGINES LIKE THIS TYSM"

Pairing: Love Triangle -- Jennie x Fem!Reader and Rosé x Fem!Reader

Word Count: ~ 7,333

Warnings / Misc. -- Angst, Pining, Rejection, Crying, Fluff

Disclaimer: This writing is a work of fiction, and no disrespect is meant for those mentioned herein.

A/N: ⚠️ Important ⚠️ Class, gather round -- we have some things to discuss. I'm not angry, just... disappointed. *dramatic music*

First off, I want to address something with asks: as I've stated before, there's no certain amount of time that any one request will take me. Sometimes I'm more inspired by one than others, and sometimes I legitimately lack the time or brainpower to write a piece that holds true to my standards.

Please, refrain from messaging me multiple times about a request. Once is fine, especially if it's been awhile since you first asked, but I'm doing my best to give you starving fans the content you wish to see, and that takes time.

To those of you who continue to be patient with me: I sincerely appreciate it.

Secondly, I hope you enjoy this. ♡ Happy Reading ♡

PS ~ Anon, I still love you. Now enjoy this fic or you're grounded.

PPS ~ It gets better as it goes on

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"Thank you," you politely say to your driver, handing him some money before stepping out of the sleek black car and onto the sidewalk. The bottoms of your shoes crunch lightly as they come in contact with the concrete, steadily announcing your course towards the performance hall.

You let out a breath as you stand in the elevator, alone with your thoughts in the small space as it ascends.

Your hands nervously palm the fresh bouquets of flowers you purchased on your way here -- the girls just finished a comeback stage, so you've decided to surprise them and show your love. You spent time picking out a personalized batch for each of them, making sure to mix their favorite colors and types, but you went even further for Rosé: you hand picked a larger, special array, choosing them based on their meaning and how much you think she'll appreciate them. Over the years, you've made sure to note her favorite ones; that came in handy tonight, and the florist assisting you definitely appreciated your attention to detail.

Too chicken to go to her first, you decide to bring the other girls their gifts now and save Rosie for last. All of them are unwinding independently in their dressing rooms right now, enjoying some much needed alone time before coming back together later to celebrate.

"Jisoo-yah!" You sing-song, rapping lightly on the door. It's slightly ajar, but you still knock out of respect for her privacy.

In an instant, the door swings open to reveal a very happy unnie. "Y/N! I've missed you!" She nearly shouts, pulling you in for an eager hug. A surprised noise leaves her lips as her hands come in contact with the bundle behind your back, crinkling the plastic slightly in her excited state.

"I got you a present," you say, smiling softly. Jisoo can feel the way your cheeks raise up, brushing against the skin of her neck as your head rests there, and her heart melts. After pulling out of the embrace, she wiggles her eyebrows at you.

"Well? Let me see!" You do as she asks with a chuckle, pulling her bunch out of the hold of the rubber band that's keeping them all together. "I got your favorite." You grin, sticking them out for her to see. Her eyes widen at the sight, and she's touched by the kind gesture. Flowers aren't particularly unique in terms of what companies and fans send them, but seeing the effort you put in makes it incredibly special. She couldn't be happier.

"Y/N, you're the best." She presses a small kiss to your cheek as a thank you, and invites you in right after. Jisoo considers you to be one of the closest friends she has, so being apart hasn't been easy on her. You're the only person she's okay with venting and crying in front of, and she's been needing that lately. Sensing this, you pull a chair up to her vanity and let her fill you in on all the mayhem you missed out on during your time away, holding her hand for reassurance. When she gets a little frustrated, you rub her back gently, telling her to take her time.

Jisoo is beyond thankful for you, and that becomes more and more apparent the closer you two get. Times like these hold a special place in her heart and remind her of why she loves you so much. You truly are a great friend to have, and there's no one she'd rather have in her corner.

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"Incoming! 3...2...1…" You call out, standing in front of Lisa's door, ready to knock it down and barge in. The greeting is an inside joke between the two of you, though neither of you know where its origins lie.

"Yah! Hold on!" She shouts, nearly tripping and falling from how quick she rushes to the door. You laugh at the sounds of chaos coming from inside, wincing slightly when a thud rings out. Hair slightly disheveled, she opens the door with a huff. "This had better be good, because I almost died."

Wordlessly, you reveal her present and smirk as the halfhearted scowl on her face disappears completely, giving way to a dopey grin. "You remembered?" She asks quietly, running her fingers over the petals of her all-time favorite flower. The fact that she sounds so shocked makes you sad -- not many people take enough time to notice the little things. They'd rather focus on profiting off of the girls' talents than actually caring enough to get to know them.

"Of course I did, Lisa. You're one of my best friends; how could I forget?" The maknae pulls you in for a meaningful hug, allowing the gesture to tell you all the things she doesn't know how to express. She's not always the best with her words, but she makes up for it with her actions.

"I really love you, dork. You know that?" She asks as she pulls away, ruffling your hair lightly. She cracks that smile that seems to make the world stop, and you just shake your head.

"You'd better. Your flowers were the most expensive!" You tease, dodging her when she reaches out to grab you for that one.

"Get back here!" She shouts, chasing you down the hall like a 5 year old, planning to get her revenge.

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"Jendeukie, open up!" You squeal, pounding on her door while throwing a look over your shoulder. Lisa is dangerously close, ready to tackle you as she continues charging down the hall.

"Y/N?!" She exclaims from the other side of the door, clearly not expecting you to be here.

"Hurry!" You can hear footsteps eagerly rushing towards the door, and just as she opens it, disaster strikes.

Lisa's arms wrap around your waist, pushing you forward and right into Jennie. The three of you fall into her dressing room in a messy heap, limbs splayed in various positions as you yell together on the way down. You manage to keep the flowers out of harm's way, thankfully, and your arm remains stuck out just in case Lisa tries anything else.

"Hello to you, too, Y/N." Jennie groans with a chuckle, the words coming out a little strained from all the weight on her. Lisa stands first, pulling you up right after, and you turn to help your best friend up as well.

"I sure know how to make an entrance, huh?" Your lopsided grin makes Jennie weak in the knees, much like it has ever since she met you all those years ago, and she has to fight to contain the blush that rises to her cheeks. After bantering with Lisa for a few more moments you eventually push her out of the room, shoo-ing her back to her own in order to give yourself some one-on-one time with Jennie.

You stick your tongue out at the maknae one final time before shutting the door and turning around, finding a very soft looking Jennie peering back at you. Her cheeks are pulled back in her signature gummy smile, and the fluffy sleeves of her Chanel sweater engulf her small hands as she cradles her face in them.

Perhaps, if circumstances were different, you'd be hopelessly pining for this 5'4" angel instead of Rosé. Love knows no logic, though, and you're stuck chasing after a certain Australian beauty that never seems capable of giving you the time of day.

"I missed you," she pouts, pursing her lips adorably as she steps forward to wrap her arms around your shoulders. You pull her in and pick her up with a spin, smiling into her neck when she giggles in your ear.

"Well, I'm here now. And luckily for you…." you start, allowing for some anticipation to build, "I come bearing gifts. Well, a gift. Singular." Jennie chuckles at your rambling -- it's one of the traits she finds most endearing about you, and she always hates it when people cut you down for it. It's adorable in every way.

"Oh?" She asks, intrigued as she raises an eyebrow -- she's keeping the act up for you, of course, too fond of the cute smile on your face to tell you that she already knows what it is. You hand over the flowers with a little jig, too excited by how happy she looks to contain yourself.

"They're beautiful, Y/N." She stops herself from adding a, "just like you," to the end of the phrase, wishing she was able to say things like that. You deserve to be reminded of how special you are everyday, and she knows her bandmate fails to do so.

"So, what've you been up to?" You amble over to the couch that's tucked away in the corner of her dressing room, plopping down onto the cushions with a small bounce. Rosé's flowers lay beside you, and Jennie eyes them.

"Same old, same old," she says, finally looking back at you with a tiny grin. "Practice for the comeback has kept us really busy lately, and somebody hasn't been there to tell us jokes at 3AM and keep us going." She playfully rolls her eyes, pretending to be annoyed.

"My most sincere apologies," you hold a hand over your heart in mock regret, bowing your head with closed eyes. "On the bright side, though, I'm back in town for next month or two. I finished the business deals we had to handle abroad, so now I'm all yours."

She knows you didn't mean hers, but that doesn't stop her from pretending.

A happy noise of approval slips past her lips, and she claps excitedly. The sight reminds you of some of the childhood videos she's shown you, the two looking eerily similar to one another. No matter what may happen in her life, Jennie will most certainly remain that innocent young girl at heart, getting scared by everything that moves and loving with her all. She's an amazing person to know, and part of you feels sorry for everyone who'll never get the privilege of knowing her personally -- after all, everyone deserves a Jennie Kim in their lives.

"Are you celebrating with us later?" She asks from in front of her mirror, now brushing her hair to busy herself. She runs the risk of making her feelings too obvious if she doesn't keep herself occupied.

"I was planning to, yes. But that might depend on Rosé." You inform with a nervous chuckle, an anxious smile playing on your lips. When you look up and find her brows furrowed, you elaborate.

"I'm gonna try to ask her out today when I bring her these flowers." You lightly chew your bottom lip out of habit, rubbing your hands together. The mere thought of such a task is daunting, especially with your not-so-perfect track record when it comes to her. You still try to cling to what little hope you have squirreled away in your heart, wishing with all your power that your sweet present will convince Rosé to at least give you a chance.

Distracted by your thoughts, you don't notice the way that Jennie's face falls. Her heart is breaking in silence, splintering into pieces far too small to put back together. She knew this day would come eventually, given that you're a determined person and head over heels for Rosé, but that doesn't mean she was prepared to find out like this. The lovesick glimmer in your eye hurts Jennie even more, knowing that you're probably imagining what it would be like for her to say yes to you. This whole time, Rosé has been stringing you along -- giving you just enough hope to keep coming back to her, using your devoted acts of kindness selfishly -- and Jennie would do anything to make you see that. You don't deserve what she puts you through.

"...Earth to Jennie!"

The brunette snaps back to reality and clears her throat, attempting to gather her thoughts again.

"Sorry, just got lost there for a second." She says, looking back into your eyes after a moment. A curious look plays in them, and she can practically see you debating on whether or not to question her further. She lets out a quiet sigh of relief when you accept her answer, choosing instead to smile at her.

"It's alright. But what's not alright, is that I've been sitting here for 5 minutes and you haven't come over to cuddle me. I mean seriously, a girl's gone for forever and her best friend doesn't bombard her with love?" You shake your head with an amused smile, throwing your hands in the air.

Oh, the things she would do to change that title.

Successfully suppressing the pang of longing that runs through her, Jennie quips back, "A month and a half is hardly forever, Y/N."

"It felt like it, though. I missed seeing you."

She finds you pouting, your arms folded across your chest like a toddler, and her heart melts. Any amount of time without you is too long for Jennie's liking, and she's happy to know you missed her as well.

"Fine, I guess I can spare some cuddles." She pretends to be put out as she approaches you, really playing the part by huffing and looking uninterested. Inside, though, she's celebrating. She can't wait to hold you close again, even if it may lead to her hurting herself with the what-ifs and scenarios that play in her mind.

"Yay!" You shout, pulling her into your lap before laying your head on her shoulder. Her heart beats rapidly at the proximity, and she prays to every higher power in existence that you don't notice it.

She relaxes after a moment, releasing the tension from her muscles as she sinks into your embrace. It's warm and comforting, and she never wants you to let go. Her head rests on top of yours, and she's content just running her hands through your hair, feeling your calm breaths against her skin.

She's so in love it hurts.

-----

This'll convince her, you whisper to yourself, attempting to sound confident -- key word: attempting. If there's one thing you know about Rosé, it's that she loves to be difficult with you. You caught feelings for her years ago when you were first introduced to each other at a company event, and ever since then you've done nice things for her nonstop, hoping that she'd fall for you with time. The longer you wait, though, the more discouraged you get. Regardless, those times that she appreciates your efforts make up for all the rest, and you'd gladly take 100 instances of the "bad" in order to have even just one of the "good".

After taking a deep breath, you knock on the door a couple times.

A sigh can be heard, sounding like a complete 180 from the reactions of the other girls. The subsequent footsteps are heavy -- like she's dragging her feet, not even wanting to get up in the first place -- and they work to dishearten you a bit. Nevertheless, you imagine how happy she'll be when she sees the surprise, and a small smile makes its ways onto your lips. All you want to do is brighten her day, if only for a moment.

An indifferent expression rests on her face when she first opens the door, likely expecting someone else to be standing in your place. Not much changes when she realizes it's you, though a sliver of a smile does quirk up at the corner of her lips.

"Hiya Rosie," you greet sweetly, unable to contain how wide your smile grows at seeing her again. She makes you feel like a giddy school girl, and you can't decide if you love it or hate it.

"What's up?" She asks, more out of common courtesy than anything else. Her body leans against the doorframe, her left arm resting behind the door. She didn't throw it open or invite you in like the other girls, so that tells you that she probably doesn't want visitors.

When you take too long to answer, she asks dryly, "Are you just gonna stare at me?" Her voice is laced with a slight undertone of annoyance -- one that makes you shrink down a bit. You can practically hear how exhausted she is, and part of you feels bad for disturbing her with your presence.

"N-no, sorry." You curse yourself for looking like a fool. "I got you something that I think you'll enjoy." Her eyebrows raise slightly and you can tell she's intrigued, even if she may try to deny it.

"Here." You declare, nervously fixing the plastic as you hold the bundle in front of you. You want it to look perfect for her.

"I, uh, hand picked it."

"Thank you, it's lovely." She says politely, taking them from you and bringing them up to her nose. She admires the gentle, pleasant scent of them, and smiles appreciatively at you.

You blush under her gaze, slightly tripping over your words as you respond, "Of course, I'm glad you like it."

Now, the part you dread: when the conversation dwindles down, threatening to end entirely unless you step up to keep it going.

"Well, how've you been?" You cringe at the overused question, but you're willing to employ it in order to hear her sweet voice for a little longer.

"Look, Y/N, I really appreciate the gift and all, and I'm really happy to see you again, but I don't feel like talking right now. I just want to enjoy myself for a little bit." Her denial makes you scrunch your face up, embarrassed beyond belief as her words sink in. You should've known that flowers wouldn't suffice. Perhaps that last line stung the most -- you try not to read too far into it, but the idea that she doesn't enjoy herself when talking to you nags at your heart.

"Yeah, yeah. For sure." You scratch the back of your neck, awkwardly taking a step away from her door and back into the hallway.

"I'll see you at the get together later though, right?" You ask, kicking yourself when you realize how hopeful you sounded. You have to get better at hiding it.

"Sure," she nods, sending you a smile and little wave before saying goodbye and shutting the door.

Well, that was a bust. Damn. Back to the drawing board, it is -- though your ego will need a few hours to recover.

---

"Lisa, I swear to god, if you come near me with that I'll punt you across this room."

Your very serious, totally-not-exaggerated warning evidently worked against you, because the maknae soon raises her head to look at you, grinning like a maniac. Frosting from the cake she just messily cut into covers her hands, looking threatening as she wiggles them at you.

"I mean in!" You shout as a last resort, slowly backing away. You accidently bump into Jennie in the process, but you fail to realize that it was part of the plan all along: she and Lisa are in cahoots. When the maknae lunges, swiftly striding across the room towards you, you attempt to move out of her path and get somewhere safer. Steady hands on your waist keep you anchored in place, though, and you try to fight them.

"Jennie?! Let me go, she's right there!" You squeal, trying to pry her fingers off of your hips one by one. She merely laughs, whispering a sorry into your ear right before Lisa's hands run across your cheeks and neck. You squirm, leaning further back against Jennie to evade the younger girl as she does her worst.

Now, practically having a face mask of frosting, you step away from the girls and glare at them.

"Bullies, I tell you." You say to Jisoo, groaning when she busts out laughing. It doesn't take a genius to know that you look a mess, and you'd probably laugh at yourself if the roles were reversed. The others soon join in, and a chorus of belly laughs fill the air around you.

"Go ahead, laugh it up," you tell the girls, nodding your head, "Just wait til I get my revenge. I'm coming for you, Manoban." You point a finger at her as you exit the room, grinning when you hear the oooo's that they let out at your threat, and you make your way to the bathroom at the end of the long hallway before you.

On your way back, you hear Rosé's voice filtering in from one of the lounge rooms that branch off of the main corridor. Intrigued, you stop walking and listen in.

Big mistake.

Your ears perk up when you hear your name roll off her tongue, though her subsequent sentences crush your spirits.

"...I know, right? She's honestly so annoying. Like earlier, I was finally getting cozy after our performance and then she just showed up."

Too shocked to leave now, you stay where you are and try not to let her words hurt you too much. She listens to the person on the other end of the line, laughing at something they said. That sound -- one you’ve grown to love more than anything else in the world -- is turning into something you hate. It feels like she's laughing at you; which, in hindsight, she probably is.

"Exactly! She had flowers for me, as if I don't get those almost everyday already, and I guess she really thought that that would win me over. It was sweet but, c'mon, you know?"

Every insecurity you have is nagging at you, and you can't stop the few tears that roll down your cheeks at her brutal honesty. She's really hurting your feelings, and you can't help but want to call her out for it. So, you do just that: you step into the open room, one that lacks an actual door, and say, "Next time you wanna talk shit about someone, maybe you should make sure they're not around to hear it."

Her smile falters slightly, and she spins around to face you. A hint of guilt plays on her features, but you're sure it's only because she got caught -- she definitely meant everything she said.

"Y/N--"

You don't stick around to listen to what she has to say. Her change of behavior surprised you, and you can't trust that she's even sorry for it.

Your pace quickens as you hear her voice become clearer -- she's in the doorway now, calling after you, but you don't even turn around. The salt of your tears greets your tongue, and you're once again reminded to wipe your face as you rush down the hall, rounding a couple corners and darting past countless doors on your way. You just want to get out of this place and be alone.

A new voice slows your strides as it greets your ears, feeling like a security blanket in its gentleness. It's Jennie. "Y/N? Why are you crying?" She came to look for you when you took too long to return from the bathroom.

You're far too embarrassed to look at her, so you simply sniffle and raise a hand up in her direction. "Don't worry about me, Jen. It's not important."

"Hey, yes it is. You're upset and that matters." She steps towards you, saying the words that you had no idea you needed to hear so badly. Your heart aches, still shocked by the fact that Rosé would say such things about you. You thought you were friends, if nothing else, and yet that's never felt further from the truth than it does right now.

When you don't move away, Jennie takes that as a sign to bring you into her arms, cradling your head against her chest. The kind act hurts your heart more for some reason, and you want to pull away. Jennie senses this and decides to rub soothing circles on your back, her warm embrace comforting you as she says, "I don't know what happened, Y/N, but I'm right here. We don't have to talk about it if you don't want to, either, but please don't leave like this. I hate to see you upset."

Something about the way she's holding you, so close and tenderly, is comforting beyond belief and you can't find the desire to leave anymore.

"Can we at least go to your dressing room? I don't want everyone to see me like this."

"Of course, sweetheart. Come on."

Sweet phrases of reassurance are whispered to you as she leads you away, keeping you safe from prying eyes the entire time. Jisoo appears in the doorway of the party room, raising a concerned brow when she sees the two of you approaching. Jennie shakes her head at the unnie before she can utter a word, giving her a silent answer as she uses her eyes to communicate what's happening. Jisoo eventually understands, and she offers a sympathetic nod when you pass by.

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7 Months Later

"Hey Jennie, do you think you can go answer the door? I'd do it myself, but…" Jisoo trails off, glancing down at the bowl of partially mixed dough that sits in front of her on the counter. Her hands continue to knead the mixture as she looks up at the younger girl, subtly sighing in relief when she agrees.

There's more than one reason behind having Jennie be the one to answer it.

The brunette grabs a pen as she pads her way over to the door, ready to sign for a delivery package -- that's usually the only thing they get at the dorm, considering guests are discouraged for the most part. Screw YG and their rules.

Being a bit clumsy, Jennie accidently knocks her phone out of her own hand as she opens the door, muttering out a quiet “shit” as she bends down to retrieve it. Her eyes trail over to the stylish boots that set just a few feet away, and her breath hitches.

"Hi baby." You greet with that healing smile that she's missed so much, peering down at her with a look in your eye that makes her heart trip and stumble over itself.

"Y/N!" She shrieks, jumping up from the ground and right into your arms.

"Uumph--" you let out in surprise, making sure to catch her and prevent her from falling. Ever since you two began dating a few months ago, leaving has become harder and harder. Jennie is beyond thrilled to have you back again, and she tries not to think about the next business trip you'll have to take. It's a methodical rhythm -- a month or two abroad and the same amount back home, then you're left to repeat the cycle over and over. Both of you hate it, and you'd much rather spend all your time with her instead. After all, ever since the incident with Rosé all that time ago, Jennie has steadily worked her way into your heart and become someone you can't live without. You were close before, but you've reached a new level now -- and that's about the only thing you can thank Rosé for. By hurting you and showing you how little she cared, she effectively pushed you right into Jennie's waiting arms.

"I'm so happy you're home." She says with a sigh, truly grateful to have you in her arms again. You wrap your arms tighter around her waist and sway a little bit, both of you content with just holding each other for a while longer. The weather outside is dazzlingly perfect; signs of summer apparent in everything around you. Birds chirp their looping songs as they fly through the air, feeling the sun's gentle heat on their wings all the while.

You move your head enough to be level with hers, bringing her in for a long-overdue kiss. She smiles into it, cupping your cheek with one of her hands as she languidly moves to deepen it.

Rosé should've stayed in her room. She should've ignored her stomach's incessant grumbling for a snack; but she didn't.

She gave in, and now she's stuck, rooted in place as she watches Jennie kiss you, the one that got away. It's like watching a train wreck: she can't look away, and part of her psyche knows she deserves this. The apple in her hands is the only thing working to distract her, and she grips it tightly within her clutch to comfort herself. You look good -- so good -- and Rosé doesn't know whether to be happy or not. She knows she didn't treat you right -- then or ever -- but for some selfish reason that she doesn't dare give voice to, she wants you to still be hurting. She wants you to be suffering like she is now, crying into your pillowcase at night when she crosses your mind. She wants you to miss the good times, though there may not have been enough of them, and she wants you to want her again.

You've turned the tables on her, and she doesn't know how to cope.

She realized what she had once it was gone -- once you were gone, too busy falling in love with Jennie to pay her any mind anymore. She misses how devoted you were to her and how much care you put into everything you did; she misses the consistency that you offered; she misses every sweet thing you ever did for her. Hell, she even misses hearing you ramble and seeing you blush when all she did was smile at you.

But you're gone now, destined to be with her member when all she wants is another chance. She'll never get it, certainly not after everything she's put you through, and she resents herself for treating you so badly. All you ever did was care, and she was too self-centered to give a crap.

She deserves this. She deserves to see you happy with Jennie, happy in a way she could never make you. For you, she deserves to hurt; to silently cry in her room when she hears the two of you on call, laughing about whatever new thing you experienced that day. Because it wasn't just the one instance of pain she inflicted on you; it wasn't just that one night at the performance hall -- it was a steady build up of rejection and half-assed excuses, and even she can't blame you for getting tired of it. She wishes she hadn't been so stupid to deny you.

What's worse is that she's actually fallen for you now; she imagines what could've been, what would've been, had she given you an honest chance. She's never tried to deny how gorgeous you are -- that's a given -- but now you're bruisingly beautiful, shining with the happiness that Jennie's worked hard to instill in you again. Shining with the love you hold for that 5'4" angel.

Maybe, if circumstances were different, you'd be in Rosé's arms right now. Perhaps in another life.

---

"Do you want to come in? Jisoo's working on some dessert for the lunch we just made. We can heat you up a plate in the meantime…" Jennie trails off, hoping to persuade you. She knows it's risky, considering the tension that feels almost tangible anytime the three of you are together, but she doesn't want to let you go so soon.

"I don't know…" The uncertainty in your voice is clear, and Jennie watches as a slight grimace crosses your features when you look past her and into the dorm. Luckily Rosé had already found the will power to move to the dining room, so you're spared from seeing her just yet.

"If things get weird or uncomfy we'll leave, okay? I promise." She says, knowing she's convinced you once you give her a little nod.

"Okay. But I'm only doing this because I missed Jisoo's cooking." A playful glint shimmers in your eye as you quirk your head to the side, teasing her.

"Hey!" She groans, pushing your shoulder as the two of you walk down the little concrete path that leads to the front door. "I'm kidding! I missed Lisa's jokes, too."

You laugh at the gasp she lets out, and you make sure to turn around and press a kiss to her temple to stop her from pouting.

"So, Y/N, where did you go this time?" Jisoo asks, leaning against the marble island of the kitchen as she pops a piece of tanghulu in her mouth. The crack of the sugary coating pulls your attention away from Rosé, where it had momentarily been -- she looks awful. Bags rest underneath her eyes, her normally vibrant features crestfallen now as her gaze scans across the food on her plate.

You look at Jisoo as you answer her. "The states. We worked with some local companies and small businesses to get more promotional material out in front of people. It's actually pretty amazing, guys -- you're blowing up over there. They love you." The girls smile at your words, feeling a sense of accomplishment swell within themselves. Back when they were trainees they never imagined that they'd end up this far, and yet here they are, seeing their dreams come true, day after day.

You're just happy to be along for the ride. It's not easy by any means -- people often crack under the pressure and get discouraged by the hustle and bustle of everything that such a major operation entails -- but you've never been more thankful for a position in your life.

"As they should," Lisa smirks, looking self-assured with the little cocky motion she does. You almost choke on the piece of food you just stuffed in your mouth, laughing at how ridiculous she looks.

After successfully not dying, you look at her and shake your head. "Lisa, what is wrong with you?" She puts on her infamous meme face, pretending to be shocked by your question, and you cackle again. The sound makes Rosé jealous; she wishes she were the one making you laugh like that.

Another hour or so passes with the 5 of you just relaxing and snacking together at the table, taking turns trading stories and jokes in the meantime. After finishing your dessert and complimenting the unnie's cooking skills, you make your way towards the kitchen with a groan of, "I'm so full" thrown over your shoulder.

You begin washing the dishes, finding it only fitting seeing as they spent all that time preparing such a good meal. It's the least you can do. A smile tugs at your cheeks when you hear the door open, followed by light footfalls against the hardwood. Jennie.

Warm arms snake around your waist as she hugs you from behind, resting her cheek against your back. Your brows furrow when you notice an unusual thing -- either Jennie grew a few inches in the last 5 minutes, or someone else is holding you. Their cheek reaches a place Jennie isn't tall enough to, and it all hits you.

It's Rosé.

You go to shut the water off and step away, but the sounds of her quiet sniffles give you pause. "Please don't." She whispers into your shirt, bunching the material up within her fingers against your stomach. A pang of sadness pulls against your heart strings, the long forgotten feeling reignited by the waver in her voice. "Rosé," you start with a sigh, ready to launch into the practiced speech of how happy you are with Jennie now and how you've moved on. She tugs at your shirt, slowly turning you around, and you can't find it in yourself to break her heart even further in this moment. Her eyes are filled with what tears have yet to stream down her face, brimming with the salty liquid you hate to see.

Even after everything, you can't stand to see her cry.

So, perhaps stupidly, you allow her to lean forward and rest her head against your chest; you let her fall into your arms, sinking into the embrace she never intended to miss so much.

It was innocent. Completely, utterly innocent, but Rosé couldn't stop herself -- not when you were there again, right in front of her, looking so good it hurt. She wrapped her arms around your neck, pushing her lips against yours in a kiss you weren't prepared for at all. Her mouth moved quickly against yours, knowing you'd be shoving her away at any moment. But she was okay with being selfish again -- she needed you then, and you allowed her to keep kissing you until you realized what was happening.

As you go to stumble away and put distance between the two of you, the door once again opens; only this time, it's actually Jennie. Her eyes immediately dart between the two of you as she notices how Rosie's hands are still holding you close, both of your lips swollen from the kiss. All at once you realize how the situation must look, and you begin panicking. You knew this was a bad idea from the start.

"Jennie, no. I promise this isn't what you think." You shake your head, finally freeing yourself of Rosé's grip as you take a couple steps towards your girlfriend. She takes an equal amount back, scoffing lightly at the memory of the scene she just witnessed.

"Yeah, okay," she says, sounding anything but convinced as she makes her way towards the door. You go after her, but she holds a hand up -- after knowing her for so long, you've learned that that signal means to give her some time alone. Both of you know you'll go after her again later, but she needs some time right now. As she leaves the dorm, the heavy sound of the door shutting is the only noise that cuts through the palpable tension.

"How could you do that?" You ask, voice small, not even turning around to look at Rosé. You doubt that she's even sorry.

She isn't sorry. At least, not for kissing you. It felt good to have you like that, and she doesn't regret it. However, from what angle of your face your side profile offers to her, she can see how upset you are. That's what makes her feel the slightest bit guilty for her timing.

"I spent so much time trying to get you to notice me, and now you choose to do that? You're unbelievable, Roseanne-- I'm finally happy, and what, you want to ruin that?” She takes the blows as they come, staying quiet. “If you've ever cared about me at all then you'll stay away." You set your jaw, willing the tears to go away. You've wasted too many on her, and you'll be damned to look weak right now.

"Y/N, I-"

"No. Don't apologize when we both know you don't mean it. You've always been selfish, Rosé." You bite back, not caring if the words cut her down like her old ones always used to do to you. Earlier, before her little stunt, you were starting to feel sorry for her; clearly though, that was yet another mistake on your part.

You leave without another word, praying that she doesn't further complicate the situation by following after you. Jennie is the only thing on your mind as you hop in your car, having an idea of where she might be.

"Jennie, no. I promise this isn't what you think."

Your worried voice replays in her mind for the millionth time, further tormenting her. She's been cheated on before, so that phrase isn't a new thing to her.

She was always afraid this would happen. She used to lay awake at night, overthinking as usual, wondering when the beautiful thing the two of you created would ultimately come crashing down. It was too good to be true, and she curses herself for foolishly believing any different.

The better part of an hour passes by as she sits on the park bench, reminiscing on all the memories you've made here. The idea of ending things with you and starting over with someone else sinks in, and she hates the feeling. She only wants you -- she's only ever wanted you -- and the thought that things could really be over now hurts her more than she cares to admit.

Your eyes scan across the park, ghosting over the playground equipment until they zero in on her, sitting near the fountain that you shared your first kiss. Such a sap, you smile bittersweetly.

You ruffle through the plastic bag that sits in the passenger's seat, moving the receipt out of the way so that you can pick up what you're really after. Returning your hands to the steering wheel, you grip it while giving yourself a little pep talk before exiting the car. You press a kiss to the present in your hand for good luck, hoping this encounter will go well.

Water spouts from the top of the fountain, the sound growing louder the closer you get to Jennie. Her back is turned to you, and for that you're thankful -- you're not quite prepared to see how she'll be looking at you. Now just a few feet away, you say, "Marry me."

You’ll do whatever it takes to show her how crazy you are about her.

Her head whips around, completely taken aback by your proposal. She thinks that there's no way you're serious, but when she looks down to find her favorite flavor of ring pop in your hand, her eyes widen. You're sick of wasting time, and seeing that she hasn't yelled at you or turned you away yet, you take advantage of the situation.

"Marry me, Jennie," you repeat, taking small, careful steps towards her until you're right next to the bench. "She kissed me, but I tried to push her away. I told her that you're the only one for me."

She blinks, taking in your words as she notices you nervously toy with the plastic wrapper of the candy. She knows you're telling the truth; you're a terrible liar, and you wouldn't be here right now if you didn't want her back. If you wanted to choose Rosé over her, you had the perfect opportunity to do so back at the dorm.

But you don't; you want Jennie, and now you're standing in the middle of your favorite park, proposing with a piece of candy to prove that to her. The things you do for love.

"It just scared me, Y/N. Seeing her wrapped around you like that--"

"I know, baby. I know. But I promise I didn't want it, and it meant nothing to me. I'm so in love with you, Jennie Kim."

She smiles at the dopey grin on your face, seeing how smitten you are.

"Okay," she answers back, yet again looking at your hands.

"Is that a yes?" You ask, slowly beginning to tear open the wrapper.

"Yes, dummy. I'll marry you." She declares, nodding her head with a laugh at how slow you are sometimes.

"Yay!" You shout, stepping forward to pick her up in your arms. You set her back down with a smile, slipping the ring onto her finger as your heart soars.

Jennie kisses you, letting the action convey all the emotions she's been through in the past few hours. "I love you." She sighs, resting her forehead against yours.

"I'd surely hope so, jagi," you smirk against her lips, giggling at the squeal she lets out when you playfully pinch her side. Her kisses are replacing all traces of Rosé, and she's comforted by the fact that you'll so adamantly choose her, everyday.

With a smile, Jennie realizes something: never again will she be forced to dream of having you in another life -- her wishes came true, and now she'll have you in this one, always.

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dandelionflower · 2 years

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Rooster

@felinettenovember

inspired by the Rooster! Felix and Mouse! Marinette au from @arcadeology

Faverolle cupped his hands around his mouth and called his power; “Roll Call!”

Immediately, the pointed nose of his mask lit up and he cleared his throat. With a glance at the Multimouse beside him, he shouted again, “Calling Sabrina Raincomprix!” As the words left his mouth, two beams of light shot out and solidified into… nothing.

Sabrina had been akumatized as Vanisher again, but Felix knew his power worked, and he was proven right as dozens of Multimice leapt out with ropes in their hands, tying Vanisher down in an instant and maneuvering the akumatized pin away from her.

Once it was out from under Sabrina, the pin was assaulted with the dozens of armored feet of dozens of Multimouse warriors, until it broke and the akuma wiggled out.

Now it was the tricky part.

The guardian had told them that only the Ladybug miraculous, the one with the power to heal and create, could purify the akuma. However, the earrings had been dormant for decades now, and showed no sign of awakening. Since Hawkmoth was in possession of the ring of the Black Cat already, Multimouse and Faverolle both had an earring hidden on their person for protection. Despite this, they still could purify the butterflies.

So they had to destroy them instead.

Like clockwork, each Multimouse grabbed a section of the butterfly with one hand, and joined the remaining hands in the center. After Felix blinked the bright glow out of his eyes, one singular Multimouse was standing before him, visor shining in the hotel light.

All was well, except for the reporters.

Typically, Faverolle and Multimouse were able to get away before they were caught by bloggers and photographers. Today was not one of those days.

“Faverolle, Faverolle! Why don’t you just use Roll Call on Hawkmoth and fight him”

“Multimouse! Do your miniature versions share a mind?”

“Are you two a couple?”

“What are you planning on doing about Chat Noir and Hawkmoth?”

Microphones were jammed in their faces as the reporters hounded them for answers.

Faverolle straightened his back. “I cannot call Hawkmoth because I don’t know his true name; without that, the call won’t work. And we are doing everything we can about the villains tormenting Paris, but there’s only so much that we know.”

“My multiplied form is a little weird; sometimes it’s a joined mind, like multiple limbs, and other times they're completely independent of each other. Also, Fav and I aren’t dating, no matter how much he wishes.”

Faverolle let out a dramatic sigh and pressed Multimouse’s hand to his forehead as he dropped to one knee. “If only, my powerful knight.”

She giggled and pushed him back to his feet with a finger to his nose. “Pretty bird.”

Their respective miraculouses blinked and they bid goodbye to the press.

“See you for nightly patrol?” Se shouted over the wind in his ears as they ran across the rooftops of Paris.

“Wouldn’t miss it for the world, Starry Knight!”

They split off and Felix ducked into his open window, letting his transformation fall. Orikko spun around him with a puzzled expression. He was unused to his holders avoiding or giving short answers to inquiring minds.

All rooster holders were proud; just like how mice were good multitaskers, or ladybugs were creative and quick thinkers, roosters made connections and tended to be well-thought of within those connections. Having a holder that didn’t care about being well-thought of by strangers was confusing for Orikko. He and Felix had discussed it before, but there was still an adjustment period.

Felix flicked a piece of caramel corn at the kwami while he grabbed his bag and rifled for a folder. “I’m afraid there won’t be much time to roost, Ori. I’ve promised to meet some friends for a movie and desserts at the Dupain-Cheng’s.”

“An excellent choice in companionship, Felix! The upcoming reporter, the aspiring director and musical artist, and the fantastic Miss Dupain-Cheng! My only hesitance is…” he gave Felix a meaningful look.

Felix sighed. “I’m not going to avoid Adrien. He’s living in an abusive household, it’s not really his fault that he doesn’t know how to have any ambitions.”

“I know that! You’ve made your certainty on the matter exceptionally clear. My hesitance lies in the fact that you’re ignoring any opportunity of developing a budding relationship with Marinette.”

“I’m not- we’re-” Felix took a second to compose himself, seeing as his face was beginning to develop a pink tint, “Marinette is a close, personal friend. My best friend, I would say. You know my heart lies with Multi.”

Orikko cooed a little and responded, “I know, but she’s not responded to your advances, and there’s no fault in moving on…”

“Multimouse hasn’t responded to my advances because there’s been no advances to speak of.” His face was definitely red now. “We have more important things to worry about than a romantic relationship right now, like defeating Hawkmoth and his partners.” With that, he slung his bag over his shoulder and started walking out his bedroom door.

“I’m only saying, if your knight doesn’t know about your interest, there’s no betrayal in pursuing another. Especially someone with as many connections as Marinette!”

Felix huffed and shut his door. Him and Marinette; how ridiculous.

She wasn’t even interested in him.

“Felix!” The room cheered as he stepped in.

“You’re just in time, we were about to start without you.” Alya shot him a mischievous grin. “There’s a seat open next to Mari.”

She waved a little as he walked over.

“What are we watching? I forgot to ask at school.” He whispered to her as the opening previews began and Alya shouted at Nino to skip them.

“Cinderella. We’re trying to show Adrien as many Disney movies as possible.”

“And you thought Cinderella was the right way to go?” He glanced at Adrien, who had chosen a seat as far away from everyone else as possible. “I’d have suggested some of the old Mickey cartoons as a starting point.”

“We’re hoping that the stepmom rings some bells.”

“Fair enough.”

They watched in silence until Cinderella began singing “A dream is a wish your heart makes,” when Marinette made an offhand comment.

“I always wanted to be like her when I was little.”

Felix shifted to look at her. “Oh?”

“Yeah, the dress, the prince, the dress.” She chuckled a little. “Of course, now I realize that I wanted to be the fairy godmother the whole time.”

“No prince for you, then?”

She flailed around for a second, all the while whispering excuses as loud as she could. “What? I don’t-” She paused for a second, hands settling in her lap. “I wouldn’t say that, exactly.”

“Hmm.” Felix hummed, satisfied.

Wait…

No, not satisfied. Just pleased that Marinette trusted him with such personal things.

That’s all.

#felix culpa #ml Felix #felinette #Marinette Dupain-Cheng #felinette month #ml au #ml orikko #Rooster Felix #Multimouse #Faverolle

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azuregiggles · 3 years

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The Bold and The Honk: Ler!George Lee!Karl

With a brief Ler!Quackity, Ler!Dream and Ler!SapNap

ALL PLATONIC

Author Notes: Sorry this took a bit longer than I thought it would! But it's finally here!!!

Words: 3314

WARNINGS: Swearing, I think that's it let me know if you think something else should be a warning.

SUMMARY: George is in a rather big Ler mood and is desperate to wreck someone. Lucky for him there are four others in the Feral household and so his search for a lee begins.

It was a rather ordinary day in the feral boys household each man was doing something rather independently. Dream was taking his fifth nap of the day though it was only noon. SapNap was editing in his office. Quackity was practicing making a few different dishes for a cooking stream they all had planned for later in the week and Karl was assisting him. That left George.

He was supposed to be working on his most recent video for his seemingly neglected YouTube channel but he just couldn’t get up the momentum he needed in order to focus. His mind was far too busy putting him in a very interesting mood. He watched his own fingers tap away at the keys and couldn’t help but imagine the squeaks and giggles it would make rather than its ‘click clack’ if it were a person beneath his fingers instead.

He leaned back in his chair, fingers running through his already messy hair. This only made him think of Karl and how he’d melt if someone lightly scratched his head. A fond smile crossed his lips. Living among the four other men he’d grown accustomed to the various and constant forms of affection. If any of them wanted a specific affection such as to cuddle there was always another Feral around to ensure they were helped and happy.

Gogy’s mind wandered back to tickling and how much it meant to the five of them. If ever one of them was in need of cheering up or just a smile this was a much favored method to get the crew back into a chipper mindset. Occasionally one of them would even ask to be on the receiving end and the friends would oblige with no questions. George was in the opposite mood however. He wanted to be on the giving end of things right now. He felt as though he needed it.

George was rarely one to be in a lee mood. He was often neutral until one of the others was under attack, then he’d join the offensive. Right now though, he was far from neutral, he was completely in a ler mood and ready to wreck someone. He trudged his way down the hall to Dream’s room and poked his head in the door. The green hooded man had clearly just woken up, his hair was tousled and his eyes were struggling to stay open. George tapped lightly on the door. Looking up Dream groaned jokingly “Ewwww what do you want?”

“I need you to help me with a certain mood I’m in?”

“What mood exactly?”

George stepped into the room until he was next to Dream “I’m in a ler mood and I really wanna tickle someone. You’ll help me right, Dreamy?” He poked his friend in the side.

“Absolutely nahahat! I just woke up! Go awahay!” The green one giggled and gave George a playful shove towards the door. George moved over to him again and ruffled his already messy hair with a grin.

“Fine sleepyhead, but don’t come to me with your next lee mood. I won’t be nice about it.”

“Whatever just get outta here dumbass.” Dream chuckled, swatting the offending hand away.

George decided to leave and continue his search for his next victim. Next he checked with Sap who was content at his desk. He leaned over the man’s shoulder. “Saaappppp” he whined.

“Geeoorrrggggeeeee” Sapnap mockingly whined back. “What’s up Gogs?”

“Can you help meee?”

“With what? Be specific.” Sap chuckled, eyes on the screen. George placed his hands on the ravenette’s sides, who tensed and smiled.

“I wanna tickle someone, like wreck them.”

“I’m editing go tickle Dream!” He playfully swatted Gogy’s hands away.

“He’s just woken up and won’t let me.”

“Then try Quackity.”

“He’s cooking.”

“Then tickle Karl, you know he loves it.” Sap giggled and pushed his friend towards the door “We can’t all procrastinate Gogs, I need to finish this video.” The door closed on him, Sap had returned to editing.

Editing had its own kind of fun but nothing would entertain the streamer the way his friends’ reactions did. SapNap was the proudest of the bunch, always holding out on laughing for as long as possible and will deny any compliments till the bitter end. Would have been an excellent target.

Dream was a screamer, his constant wheezing and endless sass made him an interesting lee to say the least. He always claimed to hate being tickled but the word ‘stop’ seemed to leave his vocabulary at the smallest poke. Unfortunately he was still drowsy and as such off the list.

Quackity was an involuntary fighter, the kind you have to pin a bit if you don’t wanna get punched or kicked. His hysterical laughter is always filled with a sailor’s worth of swearing no matter how much fun he’s having. George didn’t feel like getting potentially injured though. Another lee bites the dust.

Karl, on the other hand, was pure gold. The most ticklish, easily flustered by compliments and teasing but also not too embarrassed to admit that he loves the affectionate bonding that was tickling. His laughter was always full of cute noises like hiccups and snorts. But above all, since he enjoyed it, he was the one of George’s friends who could last the longest. Perfect.

Sir Not Found made his way to the basement, the Feral Cave as they all called it. With large sofas for streaming console games together and a large kitchen for cooking streams like the one Quackity was currently preparing for. Karl was presently attempting to flip an omelet and failing miserably.

“Oi! It’s a wild Gogy! In my kitchen!? The fuck is this!?” Quackity announced George’s arrival.

“Hey George! Wanna watch me pop off? I’m the omelet flipping champion.” Karl boasted and Quack rolled his eyes.

“You’ve dropped that same egg blob like five times, good thing no ones gonna eat it, they’d die on the first bite.” Quack told him.

George, who hadn’t said a word, walked into the kitchen and behind Karl. He slipped his arms around his friend’s waist and rested his chin on his shoulder.

“Uhhuh George?” Karl’s tone was nervous and giddy. “Everything okay?”

George decided not to beat around the bush “I’m in a terrible ler mood. Lemme tickle you?” He gently poised his hands on Karl’s sides.

Karl froze and his cheeks turned red “Wh-What? How can you just ask that?” The room was already filled with his nervous giggles. He tensed in George’s hold, anticipating an attack. “B-Besides I’m helping Quack right now.”

“Oooh Karl’s in trouble Gogy’s in his bold arc!” Quackity teased. “You can have him Gogs, he’s a terrible sous chef anyway!”

“Hey!” Karl protested.

“Pleeaaasssseee Karl?” George tightened his hold, effectively hugging the other man who slightly melted into his arms.

“Oh fu-honk, okay. Please just-“ he was cut off as he was promptly thrown over George’s shoulder and carried towards the couches. His sweater paws now covered his face. He let out a yelp as he was plopped onto the sofa.

“Damn Gogy, you’re down bad. Must be one hell of a ler mood. Karl you’re so fucked” Quackity called from across the room.

Karl was far too giggly to respond. He covered his face and squirmed as George sat on his waist. “I don’t know where this mood came from. I just really needed to wreck someone. I tried Sap but he’s editing and told me to ask Karl because Karl. Loves. Being. Tickled. So. So. Much.” If there were any doubt that Karl was blushing before there was no room for argument now, with each word George poked Karl in the ribs, sending him into a giggle fit full of squeaks as his face flushed red.

“Sahahap is duhuhumb.” Karl offered.

“Mm-hm, and you’re ticklish! Now where’s that adorable laughter Karl? Please don’t keep me waiting. Your face has gone red you’re like a raspberry!” George reminded him by tasering his sides, earning a squeal. “Any specific requests from our little web star i-Karlee?”

Karl was in tease hell. When did George come up with a nickname like that!? His blush began to spread up to his ears and he made a series of flustered sputters as he tried to form words. He shook his head no.

“So I can just go for it?”

Karl nodded.

“Do you want me to start slow or wreck you? Your face is getting darker, how cute! Is that red Quackity? I need help confirming since I’m colorblind” George wiggled his fingers in the air.

More sputters left Karl’s lips. When did Gogy get so good at teasing? “I-I do-don’t” he squealed again as his sides were tasered once more.

“That’s not an answer~”

“J-Juhuhust” Karl tried to think through his giggles. He would die if this teasing continued. Unsure if he could handle being wrecked immediately he chose what he thought was the safer option. “Slohohow fihihirst”

“Aww~ anything for you i-Karlee!” George started by lightly scratching along his friend’s lower belly.

“Nahahaha!” Karl covered his mouth and snorted.

“Oh~ how adorable, you sound just like techno! Do it again!” George scratched around Karl’s navel.

“George NOHO!” He squealed and kicked his legs out behind the ravenette above him. Trying his best to not snort again he grabbed a nearby pillow and used it to muffle the noise.

“Now now, don’t hide from me Karl. You’ll only make it worse~” he teased and pinched along Karl’s lower rib, just enough to make him let go of the pillow. Karl snorted again as George returned his attention to his navel.

“Oh? Does this little piggy have a ticklish button? This one here?” He poked his finger inside and wiggled it around.

A small cackle resounded from the brunette “NAHAHA dohohoHOHOnt!” He whined and squirmed left to right.

“I believe the rhyme goes whee whee whee whee all the way home Karl” wriggling digits spidered up Karls sides and ribs, right to his armpits. Arms snapped down as bubbly laughter filled the air. “Do you think this is a good home for them?”

“OHOHOUT! G-GEHEHET OUT! NOHOHAHAHA” Karl bucked up and down trying to wrench the attacking fingers from his hallows.

“I’d love to but it seems as though I’m stuck here. What am I to do Karl? You’ve trapped me.”

“SLOHOHOW DOHOHOWN” Karl pleaded and snorted once more his face scrunched.

“Alright but you’ll have to lift your arms if I do~” Gogy warned him but slowed down to give his friend a breather.

Very hesitant arms lifted to free George's hands. As promised Gogy removed his hands from Karl’s armpits and began scanning for his next target. Karl took deep breaths and closed his eyes as he giggled and rubbed away the phantom tickles.

“Would you like to play a little game i-Karlee?”

“Whahat kind ohohof game?” He blushed at the nickname.

“It’s simple really, you keep your arms up as I count your ribs. If you snort I start over, If you bring your arms down that’s ten seconds of tickling on your worst spot.”

“You’re evil”

“That’s not a no Karl~”

“Sh-shut up”

“Is that a yes?”

“I… I mean-... It’s more of a…”

“Arms uuup~ up, up ,up.” George coaxed him and smirked.

Karl’s arms betrayed him as he felt his head rest on his hands, his arms up and behind his head. He knew he’d never made it through this counting game before without his arms coming down. He knew it was a trap and yet he couldn’t help the anticipatory giggles that poured from his mouth.

“Wow you must be in a lee mood if you’re being this obligatory. I’m honored.”

Karl avoided eye contact, his blush returning.

“Awww~ I knew he’d be willing to help you George” Sapnap’s voice came from the kitchen where he was now helping Quackity clean. “Karl loves to be tickled.”

“Is that what all the noise is?” A still half-awake Dream fumbled down the stairs and flopped onto his beanbag chair that was just out of view of their stream setup. Karl’s hands moved back to covering his face.

“It certainly is Dream! He’s helping me with my Ler mood.” Gogy supplied.

“Aww~ How sweet of him. Oh my god, look at how red he is.” He scoffed, “Since he loves to be tickled so much it’s a win win. Having fun Karl?” Dream chuckled and watched the two from afar. The glint in his eye made Karl nervous again.

“Now where were we?” George returned his attention to a very flustered Jacobs “Ah yes~ Put those arms back up, please.”

A tiny squeak and the raising of arms was all Gogy needed to begin. He started at the top rib, knowing that, when it came to his ribs, Karl’s were more ticklish the lower they were. Karl gave a surprised squeal and began to wiggle around, his arms already threatened to drop.

“Oooonnneee~ stay still for me okay i-Karlee?”

“i-Karlee? Really George” Sap laughed “that’s so dumb.”

“Twooo~ such a pretty laugh”

“Karl seems to like it~” Quackity chimed in.

“Threeeee~! You’re changing color again. Is it magic?”

“Aww does little Jacobs love his new nickname?” Dream added to the verbal assault.

“SHUT THE HONK UP” Karl was losing it. All of his friends' teasing was getting to him far more than the actual tickling. “Plehehehease! You buhuhunch of nihihimrods! I’m gohohonna dihihiie”

“That’s not very nice Karl!” George smirked as he continued counting ribs silently “you should apologize~”

Karl shook his head no. He knew what he was getting into.

“Oh? Feeling sassy all of a sudden?”

“You gonna take that from a lee George?” Dream instigated, ignoring the slow rise of butterflies in his own stomach. The tickling stopped.

“What are you dohohoing?” Karl gave nervous glances to both of them. He’d expected to be wrecked, not ignored.

“Apologize or you’ll be punished” George told him.

“Try me” Karl taunted.

“Oh I’m not going to tickle you into apologizing, quite the opposite actually.”

“What? How does that-?”

“If you don’t apologize no one gets to tickle you for a week. Even if you ask.”

“That’s just evil Gogy you know Karl can’t go a day without a lee mood” Sapnap added.

“Holy shit, Gogy’s villain arc!? Ooohhh you better apologize Karl~” Quackity watched them with excitement.

“Well what’s it gonna be?” George looked at Karl again “say sorry and I’ll wreck you properly” wiggling fingers hovered over Karl’s lower ribs.

“O-okay I’m sorry.” Karl hid his face again “please tickle me” he squirmed in place. A flood of adoring comments from the other four men filled his ears. Karl’s face returned to a lovely shade of red as he sputtered and giggled.

“Aww he even said please, now you gotta ruin him good Gogs.” Quackity laughed.

“I intend to. You three help me a bit?” George ignored Karl’s giggly protests “don’t tickle him, just tease.”

The trio grinned and gathered around. Sapnap was behind Karl, arms around his waist. Dream was on his beanbag he’d dragged over beside the couch. Quackity was laying on the back of the sofa. George, in front of Karl, positioned his hands on the brunettes knees.

“Ready Karl?” George asked him in a teasy tone but wanted to make sure he wasn’t crossing a line.

Pulling his hood over his eyes, giggling frantically, Karl nodded. A shriek was caught in his laughter as it began. George kneaded the spot above each knee and scribbled beneath them whenever the chance arose. He grinned at the bubbly laughter filled the air, mixed with snorts and cackles. Now this was the kind of lee interaction he’d needed.

“Awwww, how cute your knees are so sensitive~” SapNap cooed directly into his ear.

“How is your laughter so sweet Karl. I literally don’t understand how it can be so endearing” Quackity chimed in from his perch. George was currently kneading Karl’s sides making the younger squeal in lighthearted protest. Tears of mirth streamed down his cheeks.

“Better not let the fans see you blush like this Karl~” Dream chuckled “They’d lose their shit. Imagine Karl can’t open social media without see everyone saying how adorable he is~”

Another shriek pierced the air as hands squeezed Karl’s hips on rapid fire. Karl leaned back into Sapnap to avoid bucking away from the touch. Sap chuckled and blew gently on his ears, not touching him but it tickled Karl just enough to make him scrunch up his shoulders and kick out his legs a bit.

All the while Dream and Quackity continued to ruffle Karl’s hair and showered him with teasing words and praise. “Aww was that a snort Karlos~”

“You look like you’re loving this Karl~”

Karl’s struggling car to a stop and he melted into the sofa and Sap’s embrace. His mind was really foggy but he knew he was happy. He felt safe even in moments like this because he knew his friends would never take it too far. Three people teasing as one wrecked him physically was a new but welcomed experience for the lee. After another couple of minutes the tickling was only a gentle skittering across his neck, making him melt as he caught his breath,

“I think I’m satisfied, how about you Karl? Did you get your fill?” George checked.

“Uhuhuh just ohohone more tihihing?” Karl giggled shyly.

A flood of awes filled the air, making him hide his face once again.

“And what would that be?~” George paused for an answer.

“R-Raspberries” A familiar heat arose to his features.Due to keeping his face in his sweater paws Karl missed the mischievous grins and looks that passed between the other four. A silent plan formed.

“What!? Gogy forgot your raspberries? How rude, don’t worry I’ve got your back Karl.~” Sap said into his ear. Karl knew exactly what that tone was and barely had time to speak before a raspberry was blow onto his neck by Sapnap.

“SAHAHAP WHAHAT THE HEHEHELL?”

“Oi! Look what you’ve done Nappitus!” Quackity was using his chef voice again “You’ve upset Karl and made ’im sweah! You should know his favorite spot is right ‘ere!” With that he blew a raspberry upon Karl’s ribs.

“QUAHAHAHCK STAHAHAHAP” Karls shriekd but made no attempt to escape.

“You’re doing it wrong it’s riiight here~” Dream took in a huff of air.

Karl’s hands shot down from his face just in time to see his roommates’s lips reach his side “DREHEHEAM NOHOHOOOO- ACK” His whine was cut off by a yelp and a flood out loud, bright laughter. Dream smirked and continued.

“Now, now we should all know that Karl’s belly is his favorite~” George had to speak loudly to be heard over the symphony of sensations that were currently driving poor Karl insane. Karl squirmed and sputtered half hearted protests as George leaned down and took in a large breath. The vibrations sent a shock through Karl’s core and left him laughing silently. A chorus of raspberries on his four worst yet favorite spots was causing him to feel exhausted. Noticing this his quartet of lers each gave him one last raspberry before helping him rub away the phantom tickles. They all hugged him and showered him with praise for holding out.

“Thahahahat was mehehean” Karl giggled and hiccuped in the pile of an embrace.

“Was it too much?” George asked, a bit worried. Karl blushed and shook his head no.

“Did you love it Karl~?” Dream chided. Karl nodded, sweater paws covering his face.

“Awwww~ Karlos~” Quackity hugged him a bit tighter.

“Sh-shut up” Karl couldn’t hide the grin in his voice and the group laughed together. They stayed piled up for a while but eventually Dream and Quackity wandered off leaving Sapnap stranded under George and Karl who had managed to fall asleep on top of him.

#mcyt tickle #lee!karl #ler!dream #ler!sapnap #ler!quackity #ler!gogy #ler!george #ler! george not found

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satendou · 4 years

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⇢ a/n: hopefully this lives up to expectations. the name is just a joke and this was written for laura’s birthday in july. it hasn’t been proofread, so hopefully nothing sounds too weird. anyway, i need to go exorcise my computer, so if you’ll excuse me.

Being friends with the former Seijoh third years was...interesting to say the least. They were all flirtatious in their own ways but never more than you were comfortable with, and they were more than a little protective. They went from best friends to brothers and back again in the span of a half a second if someone was making you uncomfortable or someone they didn’t like was paying too much attention to you. It wreaked havoc on your love life, to be honest, but at the end of the day you wouldn’t trade them for the world.

Being the manager for Seijoh with them also led to some issues at school. They were popular, especially with other girls, and that meant a lot of jealousy. It was easy enough to ignore because they were yours and anyone who listened to the rumors were put on the club’s shit list. Girlfriends posed a bigger problem, but you made do with their nasty looks and possessiveness and a petty part of you couldn’t help but be happy when the boys got sick of it and cut them loose. New rumors would fly every time it happened, calling you a multitude of names and saying they needed to “wake up and see what you really were.” They were always there for you when it got to be too much and, once, when you were really considering quitting the team in your second year, they banded together and all but begged you to stay. Even Oikawa, who flew through girls like he flew through serves, wrapped you up in his lanky arms and pleaded with you.

That was probably the reason that, even in your second year of college, you were still best friends with them. Sure your circle of friends had expanded, but the core somehow remained the same.

Which was why you were at home with them on a Friday night instead of out at the club or the bar with your other friends, trying to decide on a movie to watch next.

“Treasure Planet,” you said, pinning Oikawa with a scowl.

He looked back at you with one of his own, arms crossed over his chest. “Independence Day.”

“Treasure Planet.”

“Independence Day.”

Your petty argument was interrupted by Makki and Iwa walking out of the kitchen with beer and bags of chips, setting them down on the table.

“Children, children, there’s a simple solution to this problem,” Makki said, falling down onto the couch beside you. The action threw you off balance and you fell sideways into him, and he used that to pin you to him, laughing when you squirmed. “It’s _____’s birthday and we’re going to watch The Incredibles, and that’s that.”

Oikawa whined from the loveseat, falling back into it with a huff. “That’s not fair.”

“Well, maybe you should wait your turn. Besides, you’ve been outvoted,” Iwa said around a mouthful of chips. The tab on one of the beers opened and you could hear the faint sound of carbonation bubbling. “Did Issei fuckin’ fall in? Where is he?”

“He probably got distracted watching those Tik Tok dances again,” Makki snickered. You had relaxed against him at that point, giving in and laying down with your head in his lap. He absently petted your hair as he scrolled through his phone, finding Mattsun’s contact info.

Before he could send a message, Mattsun came out of the hallway, saying, “I’ll have you know I had Chipotle for lunch today, so fuck off.”

“Way too much information, Mattsu,” you said, grimacing. “That’s why you should stay away from it.”

“I’m just kidding,” he said, sitting down beside you. You curled your legs up to give him space and then stretched them back out, resting your ankles on his thighs. His hands were warm and rough where they rubbed your skin, and goosebumps rippled up your arms. “I was watching Tik Tok.”

“Ha, called it.”

“Is someone gonna play this stupid movie or what?” Oikawa grumbled, salty about not being able to pick the movie. You could find no reason to complain, however, because The Incredibles was one of your favorites and Makki knew it. “After this we’re watching Independence Day, though.”

Mattsun picked up the remote to find the movie while Iwa threw a chip at Oikawa, saying, “Yeah, yeah, Whinykawa. Just shut up and watch the movie.”

Silence fell for a little while and, for all his complaining, Oikawa became absorbed into the movie, gasping and hiding behind his hands when things got too tense. You were trying not to laugh at his dramatics, but you still found yourself snickering into your hand.

Makki kept looking down at your shaking shoulders, brows furrowed in confusion when you laughed at things that weren’t even funny. Leaning down, he whispered, “What the hell is so funny?”

Still grinning, you pointed at Oikawa, who had his knees up to his chest currently, arms wrapped tightly around them as he watched the screen. Makki snickered at that and nudged Mattsun, who looked up from his phone in confusion and followed his finger to Oikawa. Soon, all three of you were giggling, much to Iwa’s annoyance, and he glared at you after a few minutes.

“Would you idiots shut up? There’s a movie playing,” he snapped, even though he had spent more time on his phone than actually watching. There was a girl from his calculus class he was trying to get with, and that was far more important than The Incredibles.

“Yeah, shut up, please. I’m trying to watch,” Oikawa said, completely oblivious to the fact that it was him you were laughing at.

Silence fell again for a while, but then Makki and Mattsun got bored. It started off slow, gentle drags of Makki’s fingers up your arm and Mattsun’s ghosting lightly over your calf. You swatted and kicked, thinking they were doing it on accident, but when it continued to happen, you rolled over to glare at them.

“Do you want Iwa to get pissed at us? You know he’ll kick us out of the living room,” you whispered, swiping at Makki’s hand. He snatched it out of reach at the last second, not that you could’ve held onto it anyway with your meager strength.

Makki hummed, pretending to think, and shared a glance with Mattsun. Your eyes narrowed at the mischievous grin on the latter’s face, and then he said, “That’s tempting. I can think of a few other things I’d rather be doing.”

He punctuated it with an eyebrow wiggle and you groaned, covering your now red face with your hands. Because of that, you missed the round of knowing looks that passed between them, smirks rising up onto everyone’s faces.

Favorite pastime number one-- riling _____ up.

“What, you don’t like the sound of that, princess?” Oikawa asked, all interest in the movie suddenly lost. His feet came back down to the floor and he snickered when you flipped him off, keeping your eyes covered.

“Oh come on, you can’t tell us you haven’t thought about it before?” Makki asked, trying half-heartedly to pry your hands away. He didn’t want to hurt you. When he finally managed it, you squirmed against him, trying to tug them back and hiding your face in his stomach.

“What would you say if I said yes?” you asked, voice muffled by the fabric of his shirt. Your face was so hot that you were sure you were going to combust, but two could still play at their game.

“Woah, wait really?” Mattsun asked. He had had to gather your ankles up when you were fighting Makki to keep from getting kicked in the gut, and he squeezed them now, lazy eyes narrowing. “No way.”

“Wha-- No, of course not,” you said, whipping up to look at him with a scowl. It was the first time you had seen any of them since the whole teasing session had started, and you floundered at the looks they were wearing. Intrigue mixed with amusement, all of them more serious than you had expected. “It’d be weird.”

Of course you would never in a million years tell them that you absolutely had thought about it, with all of them. They were gorgeous and they knew it, how could you not?

It was Iwa who broke the tension in the room, simultaneously bringing on a whole new type into play with his words.

“That’s too bad, princess. Because we have,” he said, and his lips curled in an almost sinister smirk. He watched your throat bob as you swallowed, your eyes growing wide with surprise, but the way you squeezed your thighs together didn’t go unnoticed by anyone. “So are you sure* you haven’t thought about it?”

Eyes flying around the room, you found each of them watching you with near predatory expectation. You had come home from school expecting to get drunk and binge watch movies until you passed out, not be offered the proposition of fucking your best friends. But the heat pooling between your legs gave yourself away, and you shifted to sit up. You had seen a lot of these men in the several years you had been friends with them, and you knew what they were packing through locker room mishaps and when you would go swimming together. And they had all wandered into your room more than once when you were getting changed. Even now, in college, they still just barged in unannounced, throwing things at you or lounging on your bed while you stood there in a state of half-undress.

“You guys are pervs,” you said, but there was no bite to it. You were thoughtful, still gazing at each of them in turns, fidgeting with the hem of your shirt while butterflies fluttered in your stomach. “You’re being serious?”

The atmosphere shifted to something softer, something you were more used to then, and Makki’s warm breath ghosted over your ear as he said, “Only if you want to, princess.”

The rest nodded in agreement, excitement and anticipation glinting in their eyes and, when you finally nodded too, you found yourself being hoisted into Makki’s lap. Mattsun shifted closer, knees pressing against yours while Oikawa and Iwa stood up and moved to stand in front of you. If it had been anyone else, you might have been scared, but these were your best friends. So why were you so nervous?

Oh right.

“Anything you don’t want to do?” Iwa asked, and the hands sliding up your sides and thighs stilled, waiting for your answer.

Your already red cheeks seemed to turn darker as you shook your head, and their eyes narrowed eagerly.

“Anything you want to try?” Mattsun asked, squeezing your thigh, and you were sure you were going to combust. If there was a worse time to try anything new, it would be in a five-way. Though was there a better place to try than with your friends? At least they would listen and take care of you.

“Um, m-maybe--” You paused and closed your eyes, expecting laughter at your request. “Double penetration?”

A pin could have been heard hitting the floor in the silence that followed, and then Mattsun and Iwa groaned deep in their throats.

Oikawa whispered, “Oh shit.”

Makki leaned forward, resting his forehead on your shoulder as your eyes opened, saying, “You’re gonna kill us, _____.”

“W-What?” you stuttered, bewildered at their reactions. If they didn’t want to that was fine. It was just something you had fantasized about-- and you weren’t saying any of them were the subjects-- more than once. “If you don’t--”

“Don’t even finish that sentence. Unless you have a preference, how do we decide who goes first?” Makki asked, and his eyes were bright with anticipation, his cock already hard at the prospect.

Iwa shifted, a dark hunger in his eyes as he said, “I’m okay with watching first.”

“Me too,” Oikawa said, already shifting his erection so it was more comfortable in his shorts. “That okay with you, princess?”

You nodded mutely and then you were being pushed to your feet and guided down the hall by hands in yours and on your back. You wondered if this was how a lamb felt being guided to slaughter as they surrounded you, all rippling muscle and heat. Iwa’s bedroom door was pushed open and then they were stripping their shirts off, dropping them to the floor like it was the most normal thing in the world.

They didn’t seem embarrassed at all, but you squirmed under their intense gazes as you pulled yours off, letting your breasts bounce free.

“Fuck,” someone-- Mattsun, maybe-- cursed, and you flushed. Someone whistled low, and when you looked up they were just standing there staring, eyes roving up and down as each licked their lips.

Bolstered by the positive attention, you hooked your fingers in the waistband of your shorts, wiggling your hips as you slid them off. They fell down your legs and you kicked them to the side, now standing completely naked before the four men.

Oikawa groaned, running his fingers through his hair while Makki’s fingers twitched at his sides, and then they were kicking their shorts off as well and you gulped. They were all packing, and you couldn’t recall them being that big before. Then again you had never gotten a decent look at them so close up, but your pussy throbbed at the idea of those being inside you.

They were all standing up straight and tall, and you could practically feel smugness radiating off of them as you stared slack jawed.

“What the hell have I gotten myself into?” you asked, taking a few steps towards Oikawa, who was the closest. Glancing up as you reached out, he nodded and then hissed when your small hand wrapped around his cock. It was longer than it was thick, the smallest in the bunch-- which was saying something-- but still, your mouth watered at the sight of his flushed head leaking precum. Little gasps were escaping his mouth and he wrapped a hand around your wrist loosely.

“I’m a little jealous,” Makki said, watching your hand stroke Oikawa’s shaft.

You licked your lips when you turned to find him matching your motions on his own cock, heat pooling between your legs as you watched. There was heat at your back and then large hands on your hips, and Iwa’s breath ghosted across your ear.

“Can we kiss you?” he asked, low in your ear but you could see Makki and Mattsun stand straighter at the question and, when you nodded, they smiled.

Oikawa was quick to capture your lips and you tasted chocolate on your tongue as he delved past them. Iwa’s lips latched onto your neck, nipping tentatively and letting his hands ghost down lower, dipping between your thighs. His hips rocked into your ass as he touched your clit for the first time, his fingers already coming away slick.

“Shit, she’s so wet already,” Iwa announced, pressing more firmly against you.

You pulled away from Oikawa to gasp, spreading your legs a little more, and felt another set of fingers knock Iwa’s out of the way. Oikawa’s were longer and slender, a little more careful in circling the sensitive bud. Then Iwa’s fingers were back, prodding at your dripping pussy from behind, gathering your essence up before delving two thick fingers inside.

Your eyes widened, free hand flying up to Oikawa’s shoulder as you moaned, tipping your head back. “O-Oh.”

“Feel good, princess?” Oikawa whispered, and glanced over your shoulder to Makki and Mattsun, both palming their cocks as they watched. Your nails bit into his skin, hips rocking in time to their pumps, and he smirked. “I know I can’t wait to see you filled up. Been thinkin’ about this for a long time.”

You looked surprised by that statement, and everyone chuckled. It had come out one night when they got drunk and started talking, in typical male fashion, about women. All of them had agreed they wouldn’t turn down a chance with you and, instead of the usual jealousy, they had talked about what it would be like for them all at once. It had stuck in their heads ever since, just waiting for the right moment to come out.

“Did you really think we hadn’t thought about it? You’re hot, _____,” Makki said and, though he tried to sound nonchalant, he wasn’t pulling it off. He and Mattsun were right beside you now, each palming your neglected tits, rolling and tweaking your nipples while they squeezed the soft flesh. You arched your back, pushing into their groping hands for more, and then lips wrapped around them. Your free hand carded through Mattsun’s hair, a loud cry ripping from your lips as they sucked.

Iwa crooked his fingers just right, knuckles grazing over a certain spot inside you, and you cried out again, a babbled mix of their names. His hand tightened on your hip as you leaned into Oikawa and he did it again, spreading his fingers as he pulled out and feeling your slick walls squeeze down on him.

“Need you to cum for us, pretty girl, then we can get to the real show,” he whispered in your ear, dark and gravelly with repressed lust. His cock was smearing precum all over your ass as he ground it against you while your hand continued to stroke Oikawa unevenly, just enough to feel good.

You nodded, sucking your lip in between your teeth as the coil built, and Oikawa’s fingers pressed harder to your clit in an effort to bring you over the edge. His lips collided with yours again, swiping his tongue across the seam and you let him in with a gasp as Iwa slowed, curling his fingers again to focus on your g-spot. Your legs tensed and you pushed your chest into Oikawa’s, thighs shaking as your high crested, pussy squeezing Iwa’s fingers.

You moaned, hips jerking in his hold as Oikawa continued to circle your clit, Iwa basking in the feel of you cumming around his digits. Your breathing came out in puffs against Oikawa’s chest, where your face was currently hidden, and you allowed yourself to be guided around to the bed.

Makki climbed on first, laying down on his back, and patted his thighs to summon you. You crawled across the mattress on shaky legs and settled over him, slit hovering above his cock lying against his stomach. It was slick with his precum, red and twitching occasionally, and you rolled your hips, gasping as it ground across your still sensitive clit.

The bed shifted behind you as you rode Makki, and the sound of a cap opening reached your ears before something prodded your rear entrance. Matsukawa’s voice was low and close to your ear, nipping the shell before saying, “You still sure about this?”

He chuckled when you nodded frantically, and Makki joined him, commenting, “Yeah she is. I think she’s even wetter now.”

Mattsun took his time, massaging and working you up to take him, and your back arched when one thick finger finally slid in. Lips parting in a silent gasp, your toes curled and you rocked back in time with his slow thrusts.

“More, Issei, please,” you whispered, lacing your fingers with Makki’s. He was breathing heavy, rolling to meet your hips every time you ground against him, eyelids fluttering with pleasure. “Hiro, c-can I--?”

Mattsun hummed in response and traced a second finger around your hole, slowly forcing it in and listening to you whine. You were making the sweetest noises as you grazed your clit across Makki’s cock, his face contorted with pleasure at feeling your slick folds moving across him.

“Can you what?” Makki hummed, helping you move. His eyes were locked on the sight of his shaft disappearing between your folds, and then you were lifting up, to his confusion.

Mattsun let his lips trail over your shoulder and up your neck, sinking his teeth into your skin. You tightened around him, hips jerking in Makki’s hands when you slipped the head of his cock inside you. “Fuck, baby, yes, shit,” he hissed as you slid down.

You moaned out his name as he throbbed inside you. He had sucked his lip between his teeth to ground himself at the sudden tightness, his back arched off the bed.

“Fuck,” you moaned. Iwa’s fingers had nothing on Makki’s cock, and he eased you down slowly, groaning at how tight you were. “You’re so big, Hiro, oh my god.”

He snickered at your babbled praise, eyes focused on his cock disappearing into your tight snatch. “I know, princess, but you’re tight as hell. I hardly fit.”

If you weren’t already flushed before, you were after hearing his words, and he bit out a curse when you pussy clenched around him. He was panting by the time he was seated inside you, cock throbbing at the tight fit.

The mattress shifted again and suddenly Iwa and Oikawa were surrounding you as well, hands pulling yours from Makki’s and wrapping them around their hard shafts. They guided your strokes while Iwaizumi captured your lips for the first time, groaning as he swirled his tongue around your mouth. Your thumb grazed over the tip of his cock and his hand tightened around your wrist in response.

The fingers in your ass slid out and the cap snapped open again. Mattsun poured a generous amount of lube on his cock, stroking it a few times to spread it around and then he was prodding at your entrance.

“You can still back out of this, princess. Just say the word,” Mattsun said, and there was gentle concern behind the arousal. But you shook your head frantically, grinding down on Makki in an attempt to roll back again Mattsun, and he grunted as you tightened around him.

He held you still while Mattsun slid inside you as well, listening to you whine and gasp until he was sheathed inside. His cock was just as big as Makki’s, and your mouth fell open but no sound came out at the feeling of being stuffed so full. Oikawa and Iwa benefitted as well, your hands tightening around them as they continued to fuck them.

All the men released shuddery groans when you began to rock your hips, moaning loudly when Makki and Mattsun thrust experimentally.

The room filled with groans, mixing with the wet slap of skin on skin. Sweat beaded on your forehead, head lolling back onto Mattsun’s shoulder. You were so full you couldn’t think straight, attention narrowed down to the slide of their cocks in and out of you, their growled praises and moans filling your ears and you whined at their words. Oikawa and Iwa had taken over moving for you, large hands wrapped tight around yours and using them to jerk themselves off.

Oikawa was babbling about how soft your hands were and Iwa enjoyed watching the tip of his cock push between your fingers.

“You look so pretty,” Makki gasped, fingers digging into the skin of your hips as his snapped up, burying his length into you again. He kept grazing over the spot Iwa had found before, unable to avoid it just because of how big he was, and it was drivinging you straight up to the edge. “You’re gonna cum for us, right?”

Your pussy fluttered around them when hands groped your tits again, playing with your nipples. Tears pricked your eyes, your noises muffled by Mattsun’s lips as he turned your head to the side to kiss you.

Oikawa and Iwa’s hips stuttered when you squeezed your hands, the pleasure reaching it’s breaking point when Makki’s thrusts forced his pelvic bone to grind against your clit, and you cried out, clenching around them without warning.

Makki groaned and Mattsun choked, snarling out simultaneous curses as they buried inside you, giving short jerks of their hips to extend your orgasm. Your toes curled when it became too much and they pulled out, giving a few short jerks of their hands before they were cumming all over them while they moaned.

“Fuck that was so perfect,” Makki panted, sitting up to capture your lips. His kiss was feverish and needy, dominating your mouth and you whined when he pulled away. Shifting you to the side carefully, he crawled away, giving Oikawa and Iwa space while he and Mattsun went to clean up.

Iwa took you from him, peppering your shoulder all the way up to your cheek with kisses. His voice was gentle as he asked, “Are you alright? We can stop.”

But you shook your head, grinding back into him even though your cunt throbbed still. You were already aching for him to fill you again, and Oikawa tilted your chin up, letting his thumb glide across your lips, eyes dipping down to them and back up in question.

Instead of answering, you pushed him back and settled down on your hands, pressing against Iwa’s cock and wiggling your hips while you nuzzled Oikawa’s. His long fingers carded through your hair while Iwa grabbed your hips, wasting no time in burying himself inside your loose hole, eased by the slick from your previous orgasm. You gasped against the head of Oikawa’s cock and he slipped inside your parted lips, grinning slyly.

The sound of a door closing broke through to you, and you found Makki and Mattsun crawling onto the bed, settling against the headboard. They were wearing matching grins, eyes locked on you as you were stuffed again. Your eyes locked with Makki’s and you whined, causing Oikawa to groan. Your jaw ached as you tried to swallow him, drool spilling out down your chin. Relaxing your throat, you let him push further, groaning out praises as he rocked his hips, sliding a little deeper each time.

Iwa still managed to stretch you even after the pounding you had already taken, balls slapping against your throbbing clit and your fingers bit into the blankets, fisting the fabric between them as the pleasure built again.

After a few thrusts, your nose was buried in Oikawa’s curls and he held you there, thighs trembling with pleasure even as tears streamed down your cheeks.

“You’re so tight, princess, swallowing my cock so good,” he rasped, gazing down at you with lustful adoration. You ran your tongue along his length as he pulled back out, suckling on the head for a few seconds before he stuffed himself back in again.

Iwa had set up a steady pace behind you, eyes locked on the way his cock disappeared inside your slick hole, squeezing down around him every time his balls touched your clit. He knew you must be sensitive after two orgasms, but he couldn’t bring himself to be slow, not when you were so tight and hot around him. And not when he had gotten off to this exact mental image more times than he cared to admit. He locked eyes with Oikawa over your head and smirked, slamming his hips into yours nonstop.

You were whining and moaning around Oikawa, eyes rolling as the pleasure impossibly built again, faster and more intense than before. There was no way you could cum again, you swore, but the way Iwa was grazing over your swollen g-spot with every thrust, stimulating your clit each time, was driving you towards your high once again. Your toes curled when Oikawa hit the back of your throat, moaning at the vibrations your noises were making around him.

Both men were panting with exertion, fingers digging into your skin and tightening in your hair, moaning and gasping when you tightened or swallowed around them.

“Fuck, I can feel you’re gonna cum again, huh, princess? Go on, give us one more, I know you can,” Iwa grunted, and reached down beneath you. His fingers were rough against your sloppy, sensitive clit, and you whined pathetically.

Oikawa’s thrusts slipped and he pulled out of your mouth suddenly, painting your face in his hot cum, but you couldn’t bring yourself to care as your vision whited out. You were probably loud as you cried Iwa’s name, the intense pressure in your gut exploding.

Iwa grunted in surprise as a clear liquid coated his abdomen, and then he chuckled darkly. His thrusts slowed as he rode you through your orgasm, more cream dribbling down his balls until he slowed to a stop.

“Did she really squirt?” Makki groaned, and his cock twitched in his shorts. “Fuck, that’s hot.”

Iwa pulled out of your twitching cunt and stroked himself off, moaning as he came all over the back of your thighs. His movements stilled and you pushed yourself up onto your knees, legs trembling from overexertion, to look at the men around you. Oikawa’s cum was still drying on your face, and you took the shirt he offered you to wipe it off.

“S-Sorry, Iwa,” you said, but the look on his face said he didn’t mind at all, so you grinned.

“Someone’s happy with themselves,” Mattsun commented, watching Oikawa help you off the bed. They all snickered when you stumbled into his chest, and you joined in with them.

“‘Course I am,” you said, letting him and Iwa lead you towards the door. You definitely needed a shower and something to eat. “I just came three times. Why shouldn’t I be?”

The door shut behind you on the two of them cackling, and you wandered across the hall to the bathroom. A quick shower later-- and it was quick, even though Iwa and Oikawa insisted on showering with you-- and you were bundled up in fresh clothes between Iwa and Makki on the couch, another movie playing on the TV screen.

“You know, princess, if you wanna do that again, just let us know,” Makki said, a teasing lilt to his voice as he carded his fingers through your hair. Iwa grunted in agreement as he trailed his fingers up your thigh, slipping beneath the hem of the t-shirt you wore-- his, and he was a bit smug about it-- to finger the edge of your panties.

You hummed noncommittally but grinned, already thinking about what the next time would be like. “I’ll think about it. Does it have to be all four of you at once?”

They all furrowed their brows, looking at each other with thoughtful expressions and seemed to come to a decision.

“No, I guess not,” Iwa said, staring down at you with a quizzical look. “But is there some reason you don’t*?”

“No,” you said, shrugging. “I just wondered if I could get away with one or two at a time or if you were a package deal.”

“Oh, so you want this to be an ongoing thing?” Mattsun asked with a smug smirk. He was seated on Iwa’s other side, and leaned forward to look at you. “I’m down.”

Shrugging, you rolled onto your back, stretching your legs out so your feet rested in his lap and he trapped them there, massaging them gently. “I mean, if you are. I’m not dating anyone so why not?”

“Looks like all those rumors were true, huh?” Makki teased, poking your nose. “You did want us all to yourself. Greedy, greedy, _____.”

Swatting his hand away, you grinned. “Like you haven’t been all mine from the first time we met, Makki.”

“Would you guys please shut up? We can figure this out later, right now, I’m trying to watch this movie,” Oikawa complained, glaring at the three of you from the loveseat.

Iwa threw a chip at him in retaliation, but everyone fell silent after that, at least for a few minutes until Mattsun piped up again.

“So who does she sleep with tonight?”

You groaned.

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fondness | jumin han

WARNINGS: it’s snowing!!, jumin is the gentleman that he always is and i fuckin love him for it, they kiss in the snow. that’s it. that’s the fic

WORD COUNT: 1.4k

AUTHOR’S NOTE: it’s literally been like four days since i wrote jumin and i missed him dearly. i’m so honored that you enjoy my writing and i’m always more than happy to fulfill your requests!! thank you for such kind words <33

She likes the way his hair carries snowflakes.

It’s a silly detail to catch, really, but under the glow of streetlamps and the humming of city sidewalks, each strand is dotted white, composing a lifeline out of his head.

Her hands tuck under her arms, shielding frigid fingers from the stinging of winter nights, and she’s smiling wider than she has in a long time. Whether that be from Jumin’s low words or the buzzing of red wine on her lips, she’s not sure, but she’s enjoying it nonetheless.

“And you’re sure you can make it home alright?” His voice is warm in a way that she’d never expect from him. His tone is hushed and his words crafted so eloquently, but there’s a gentle lilt that peaks with his interest—one that she finds herself absolutely enthralled by.

“Of course,” she replies. There’s a smile tucked into her cheeks, but as his gaze falls to her fingers, she pulls that from her own grasp, twisting them together in front of her.

“My driver would take the utmost care of you on your way. I’d make sure of it.” She laughs breathlessly, and his brows raise. There’s this seriousness bubbling deep within his expression—a worry that makes her skin flush.

“No, no, Jumin it’s only a few blocks—nothing I haven’t done before.” His lips press together into a frown and with a gentle hesitation, his hands reach forward, grasping cold fingers within his own.

Suddenly, he’s fumbling with his gloves, pulling them off of his hands and stuffing them into hers. His expression is soft, a focus upon his lips and a gaze directed towards her hands.

“You’re freezing.” He slips them over her fingers, adjusting the wool to fit her the best it can. “Please, I insist on getting you home safe and the car is only a call away.”

She tugs at her bottom lip with her teeth, wiggling into the gloves, and she’s absolutely hypnotized by the warmth. Truthfully, she isn’t entirely sure why she’s denying the ride. Call it pride or stubbornness or an insistence to impress her date with her independence—but whatever it is, it’s strong. She’s never been one to back down from a challenge, but as she’s learned, the man in front of her isn’t either.

Though she supposes walking home in the cold isn’t much of a challenge as it is an inevitable sentence of a cold, and she’s sure he agrees.

“You’re welcome to share my car if you so wish.” The proposal is sudden, her eyes growing wide, but his voice is warm. He finishes pulling at the gloves on her hands, his fingers remaining intertwined with hers, an exchange of numbed touches forming between them. “If I’m honest, I don’t quite understand your insistence not to burden the other drivers, but if you’re willing to ride with me, it’d be no hassle to anyone involved.”

Something in her nods before she can truly think about it. His voice is alluring and his gaze is strong, and it’s enough to lure her in. He smiles—a little thing that clings to his lips, and it remains as he directs her towards the other side of the pavement, his hand secure on the center of her back.

The snowfall’s grown harder than it was when they stepped outside, stray flakes falling between her fingers. She fiddles with them, watching as the shapes melt into Jumin’s gloves and leave tiny spots in the wool. He’s typing something into his phone (a text to his driver if she had to guess), one thumb reaching over each of the keys.

His free hand is still resting on her back, fingertips drumming lightly against her skin. The feeling has her melting into puddles, but his face is stagnant—half his attention on her and half on the screen.

“They should arrive in a few moments.” His screen clicks as he presses the off button, tucking his phone back into his pocket. “Driver Kim is always very punctual.”

She hums in reply, her gaze still fixated on the melting snow in her fingers and, of course, he notices. He reaches out, an exposed palm catching stray flakes, his wrist shifting towards her. His hands, free from the gloves he’d been wearing minutes ago, are cold enough that the snow doesn’t melt right away, leaving enough time for her to study the shapes.

Her hands fall below his, curling a glove beneath his fingers, her pointer rooting through the soft pile forming upon his skin. Most of the snowflakes still melt under her touch, but a few stand out against her, the delicate shape shining in through the low light of the city.

“Beautiful, aren’t they?” She finally looks up, her eyes meeting his, curiosity spreading wide across his cheeks.

“They are,” he replies. “I usually wouldn’t have much time to observe such things.”

“Well, that’s time you should make.” Part of her begins to sink as he raises a brow—hoping she didn’t urge too much from him, but he nods, flexing his fingers in the freezing air. He smiles then, soft and wide, a little more comfort easing into her voice.

“It’s important to make time for the little things. Otherwise, they slip away.” She pushes a piece across his hands, watching as it melts with her movement, the jagged remains tucking into his skin.

“You’re right,” he muses, his eyes focusing on the way she stares down into the snow. “I should make more time for such observations.”

“Yes, you should.” She finally looks up at him, dropping his hand as a smile tugs at the corner of her lips.

She watches as his cheeks pinken, a cruel mixture of freezing air and the flustering feeling of being too close gathering on his face. His fingers reach up, gentle and slow as they approach her, the pad of his thumb brushing across her lips.

He’s freezing—so direly in need of gloves—but they’re resting on her hands, protection that he chose to provide her from the stinging of winter air. She shivers under his touch, the softness of adoration blooming throughout her face.

Something lingers on his features—unspoken words that seem to bob between his throat and his lips, an unformed sound clawing at his vocal cords. She cocks her head to the side, expression softly contorting into the same curiosity he’d held moments ago.

“May I—” The words die in his throat, the thought-to-be-impossible expression of insecurity bubbling from Jumin’s mouth. “May I kiss you?”

Her heart pounds in her chest and she nods without much of a thought. Her pulse is loud—unruly in the back of her ear. Jumin leans in, the deep scent of mahogany swarming the air as he reaches out to her. His lips brush her own, a motion so soft that her body begins to tingle down to her fingertips.

He’s careful—unwavering in his affection, yet too conscious of where he is to move any further, instead choosing to observe her reaction, his eyes falling gently upon her skin.

Her hands wrap around his collar, balled fists turning the stripes of his shirt into uneven lines as she falls deeper into him They linger for a moment, an exchange so delicate that neither wishes to leave it so soon, but as tires begin to slow on the other side of the street, their hand is forced.

His chest rises and falls with a shudder in between each breath, lips swollen and numb against his face. Her hands linger against his button-down a moment longer, but as he opens his mouth to speak, her fingers unwind, falling to her sides.

“Would you consider that one of the little things?” His voice is smooth, as well put together as ever, even as his skin flutters under her gaze.

She laughs, watching as the city streets bustle with their late-night inhabitants, and the glow of streetlamps spill across the sidewalk, and snowflakes fall into his hair—the strands hanging just above his cheeks.

“If you’d like to, I suppose. But I’d consider it a rather big one.” He nods, the shadow of a smile painted across his lips.

“Yes, yes, I believe so too,” he replies, the steady hum of his voice warm as he directs her towards the car. “A big one.”

#jumin han #jumin han x reader #jumin han x mc #mysme #mystic messenger #mysme fanfic #nad-zeta

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raleighcarrera · 3 years

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parry

foreign affairs | m!blaine hayes x mc (kennedy monroe)

after the polo match, kennedy sneaks out to see blaine. bonus scene from the end of chapter 5.

catch up: knockout (E) / on the ropes (T) / outpoint (T)

tagging: @pixeljazzy ; @zigtheeortega ; @pixelsandkink ; @writinghereandthere ; @choicesarehard ; @natesewell ; @blainehellyes

~4.7k words | E

just let me know when you decide you actually want to be in control of your own life.

the words play on a loop in her mind as she stares at the ceiling, tossing and turning in bed.

after all the time she and blaine have spent together, where the hell does he get off talking to her like that?

who does he think he is, being right?

kennedy huffs, flopping over onto her stomach, shoving her face in the pillow on her bed. go to sleep, she scolds herself, squeezing her eyes shut tight and doing her very best to at least try. she has class tomorrow -- assignments to turn in, things to do. she can’t be awake at...

a glance at the clock on her nightstand makes her balk. two-thirty in the morning?!

her hands rub her eyes in frustration. this is all blaine’s fault.

before she’s even aware of what she’s doing, kennedy’s rolling onto her side and grappling for her phone, squinting as the light from the screen illuminates her otherwise pitch black bedroom. she hesitates, thumbs poised over the keyboard.

what is she supposed to say?

it’s all so confusing -- where she stands with blaine after last week and how she’s supposed to reconcile all the things she’s learning about him with the person she’d read about online before they ever met, how her mother’s campaign intersects with what she wants and whether or not she should be allowed to have something, for once, after going without for so long.

are you awake? she settles on finally, sent before she can take it back.

blaine’s reply comes within moments. no way did i just get a u up text from kennedy monroe, it says.

her eyes roll, though she’d be lying if she said she doesn’t immediately start to feel a little bit better, just like that. even when she doesn’t know what to say to him, she knows she wants to talk to him, and... maybe that’s enough.

you could just say yes, you know.

where’s the fun in that? before she’s even done reading blaine’s first message, the second appears right below it. is something wrong?

a loaded question. she knows she isn’t mad at blaine, not really. her anger’s meant for her mom and he’s unfairly caught the misdirection. though maybe the reason why his observations about her always seem to sting so much are because they hit unnervingly close to home, time after time. no.

liar, blaine says, and then, come over, then.

kennedy’s eyebrows lift. it’s almost three o’clock in the morning, she reminds him, as though he somehow hasn’t noticed.

so? betters your chances of not being seen with me.

her behavior at the polo match had poked at a sore spot, then. she sighs.

the front door is out of the question. she knows the second she slips out of her bedroom tatum will wake up and catch her in the suite’s living room, and that’s a complication she isn’t keen on dealing with, if she’s doing this.

is she doing this?

as softly as she can manage, she slips to the side and plants her feet on the floor, standing and stretching. her hair’s in a topknot, piled on her head -- that’ll have to do, there’s nothing she can do about it now -- but she should probably put on something more decent, especially if...

her phone lights up in her hand again. yes or no, rutherland?

yes, she writes back, so that it’s out there and she’s committed, her heart starting to race as soon as she sees her message is marked delivered. okay. okay, she’s doing this. there’s no going back now.

her hands shake as she slides open the window in her bedroom, less confidently than blaine had lifted the one in the living room just a few days before. for some reason the drop looks steeper and scarier than it had with him grinning up at her, but all it takes is a deep breath and the reminder of her mother’s expectations before she makes the leap, slinking off through the courtyard without a look back.

the back entrance to blaine’s residence hall is unlocked, and she counts off the numbers on each door down the hallway silently to herself to try to ease her nerves as she makes her way to the wing where she knows his and peter’s room is.

though she draws up short as she emerges from the stairwell; blaine’s waiting for her outside the suite, leaning half out of the open door frame. his arms are folded across his bare chest, and there’s sweatpants slung low on his hips where she does her very best not to stare, setting her eyes on his smirking mouth instead. “well, well, well. you actually showed.”

“shhh,” she instructs reflexively, looking around before following him inside, reaching out to smack his shoulder when blaine laughs just a touch too loudly for comfort.

her back leans against the front door as soon as it’s shut behind her. kennedy sighs heavily, scrubbing her hands over her face. part of her wants badly to throw up.

when she opens her eyes, blaine’s shaking his head at her indulgently. his hair is tousled like he’d been in bed while they were talking, too. “you teach a girl to sneak out one time and suddenly she’s all about it. it’s like you’re a different person.”

“oh my god, be quiet,” kennedy scolds, half because he’s already annoying her to her breaking point and half because -- “isn’t peter asleep?”

“a jet plane landing on the quad couldn’t wake peter up if it tried,” he snorts, sliding his eyes down her body slowly. “but we can talk in my room, if you want. shut the door and everything.”

it’s an offer she probably wouldn’t be able to say no to even if she wasn’t feeling vulnerable; seeing blaine’s room presents an opportunity to know a part of him he seems hellbent on keeping guarded.

and then there’s the other reason she’d come over, the innuendo underlying why she’s at blaines at three o’clock in the morning in underwear she definitely hadn’t been sleeping in.

kennedy nods. blaine’s grin is sharp in the dark living room, and he leads her wordlessly to the back bedroom in the suite -- the one that’d be dionne’s, if they were at her place.

but it’s not like dionne’s room at all. the bed is messy and unmade, dark sheets hanging half off the bed. blaine bypasses the overhead lights for the lamp at his bedside, and then the room is bathed in the dim coolness of a low blue bulb, just enough that she can see him perfectly, even though the curtains are drawn tight across his window.

blaine flings himself back into his bed like it’s no big deal at all that she’s here, the mattress bouncing in its frame. he wiggles pointedly over towards the wall, and without him inviting her closer, she toes off her shoes and falls into the space at his side, laying down on top of his outstretched arm.

there’s the briefest moment of silence before he exhales and curls his fingers around her shoulder. “i hope you left the warden a note,” he murmurs.

“after the earful i got the other day? no.” blaine’s chest is warm under her cheek when she turns her face to look at him. it’s weird how being so close to him isn’t weird at all, how natural situating herself in his bed and his arms feels and how much more relaxed she is, the crushing weight of the conversation she’d had with her mom easing up enough that she can finally let herself breathe.

“tell me about it,” blaine hums, “jacob totally ratted me out to my mom. she went nuclear.”

kennedy winces, sympathy softening the expression on her face. “i’m sorry.”

“don’t be,” blaine shrugs, “i don’t give a shit. besides, it was totally worth it.”

there’s something warm in his gaze when he meets her eyes -- something that makes her feel safe enough to admit, “my mom laid into me, too. before the polo match. it was the same as always, she just... everything is always about her campaign and how what i do affects her. and she expects me to be, like, this ideal daughter who never does anything wrong or has a life or an independent thought, and sometimes i feel like it’s impossible to live up to her expectations. i mean, no one could.”

blaine makes a noise of disgust in the back of his throat. “i know what you mean. like, yeah, our parents forced us to come here, but we should still be able to get something we want out of this experience, too.”

“exactly,” kennedy agrees quickly, struck by his understanding, “and just once i’d love to be able to make friends or date someone without having to worry about what it’ll do to my mom’s campaign, and i wish she’d give me that freedom, too, instead of trying to make me promise that i won’t be seen with you in public anymore. it’s ridiculous.”

a sudden silence from beside her makes kennedy turn her head curiously. of course, the smirk on blaine’s face is a mile wide. “i’m sorry, did you say date?”

“shut up,” she huffs, kicking his shin where their legs are half-tangled together on top of the yanked out sheets on his bed. “you know what i mean.”

“i don’t think that i do,” he says innocently, “really, you could go on --”

“oh my god, i can’t stand you. there’s seriously no --”

“i mean, i don’t think i’m asking for much. just a little explanation --”

“-- talking to you, you just interrupt me with some stupid jokes, and i’m trying to -- hey!” her voice turns up indignantly as blaine suddenly pushes up onto his knee, pivoting until he’s leaning over her on the bed. the abrupt movement makes the sheets beneath her slip, pushing her dangerously close to the edge of the mattress.

but all she can focus on are blaine’s eyes in the dim light of his room and the way he’s looking at her with them, his gaze almost adoring.

he’s obviously waiting for an answer she’s all too eager to give up, so when he arches his eyebrows questioningly at her, she nods so quickly her bun bobs precariously at the top of her head.

blaine dips down to kiss her without hesitation, his hands braced on either side of her head, off-center from the pillow. his stubble scrapes against her jaw and she sighs, parting her lips as she melts back into the mattress, reaching out for his arms to tug him in closer.

it’s slower and softer than his kiss at the carnival had been, more meaningful than how they’d kissed at the party at the start of term. there’s something there, in the way blaine kisses her, that she’s never felt before, not with any of the dull up-and-comers who’d so formally asked to take her to dinner in the past and kissed her goodnight politely before never calling her again.

his hand skims down her side innocently, fingers toying with the hem of her top. for all his bravado, blaine is always uncharacteristically cautious when she manages to get him alone, and fuck her, but she finds that hopelessly endearing, too.

kennedy spreads her legs out wider on the bed in encouragement, urging him closer with a hand at his back. the bare skin of blaine’s chest seems to stretch on for miles, broad shoulders flexing under her fingers when he bends at the elbows to bring their bodies closer. his own wide palm ghosts over her stomach, spanning the expanse of her ribcage.

“i missed this,” she admits, because it’s true, her voice turning up at the end into something breathy and embarrassing when blaine’s hips roll forward in a slow grind between her legs.

to her surprise, his answer is genuine -- no sarcastic quip or smart remark to be found. “me, too,” blaine mutters lowly between kisses that start to travel across her face, over to her jaw and down her neck. “it’s ridiculous how much i think about this.” he pauses with his teeth just above her collarbone, and then amends, “about you,” and bites.

she moans, teeth digging into her bottom lip to try and stifle the sound. regardless of blaine’s insistence, peter’s asleep in just the next room, and the walls in her suite are thin enough that she can hear dionne blow drying her hair in the mornings, so --

“come on,” he needles, the rough rasp of his voice sounding so good it makes her own hips twitch forward, desperate to get closer, “i told you he won’t wake up.”

“we shouldn’t risk it,” she murmurs, sliding her hands down his chest to settle at the waistband of his sweats.

“there’s no way peter doesn’t know,” blaine says, lowering his voice to match hers, speaking the words directly into her ear. his hands push her shirt up higher and higher while he talks, until the fabric’s tucked beneath her chin and she’s shivering under his gaze. “if he didn’t figure it out, dionne totally told him.”

he’s probably right about that. dionne had seen straight through her easily, and kennedy knows she’s almost definitely well aware of every single thing that’s happened between them, even despite her best efforts to keep it quiet and skirt the topic of conversation whenever it comes up.

“i can still be quiet,” she returns finally, angling her head up and kissing blaine again before he can argue further, forgetting everything other than the lush safety of his mouth as soon as their lips meet.

“we’ll see,” blaine warns, breaking away abruptly and leaving her gasping to catch her breath while he slides down her body, finally kicking the messy sheets to the floor.

she pushes up onto her elbows, watching blaine slide her pajama pants down to her ankles. her eyes widen as she realize what he’s doing, though she hardly has time to say a word before he’s reaching for the delicate lace thong she’s wearing, pulling it carefully to the side.

blaine grins at her. “you sleep in these?”

kennedy huffs. “maybe.”

his smile turns crooked, the tilt of his lips endearing all over again. “cute,” he murmurs, leaning in and lowering his mouth between her legs, pressing a sucking kiss to the crease at the top of her thigh.

she exhales, trying not to tense. the truth is that none of the other guys she’s ever dated were into this -- that sex before blaine had been largely perfunctory, that the way he makes her feel is totally and completely new and terrifying to her --

warm eyes find hers and pull her effortlessly from her meltdown. “hey,” blaine says gently, “stay here with me, okay?”

“okay,” kennedy returns, and then blaine bows his head again and he settles between her thighs and she forgets to panic in favor of how good it feels, each swipe of his tongue winding her up tighter until her back is arching up off the bed. “blaine,” she groans, all thoughts of being quiet following her nerves and reservations swiftly out the door, “god, fuck.”

she reaches down and pushes her fingers into his hair, anchoring herself to the moment. the little doubts that make her want to spiral are still there, in the back of her mind, but they’re much quieter with her gaze locked on the sight of his head dipped in low at the apex of her thighs, the warm pressure of his mouth slowly working her over.

sparks of pleasure sing down her spine, making her toes curl where her legs are splayed out wide. needlessly, blaine’s taking his time, like he has something to prove -- like he doesn’t already know how much she’s risking every day so she can prioritize him, like he isn’t aware of how little she cares about the trouble she’s in once they’re alone together.

she’s so caught up in the way he’s making her feel that it takes her by complete surprise when she tips over the edge, trembles shaking her body and making stars explode behind her eyes.

it’s when she floats back to earth that she realizes how loud she’d gotten, and she can feel her face heat with embarrassment, her grip on his hair loosening until blaine can bounce back up and shake his head out, his tongue dragging along his grinning lips. “pretty good, i guess?”

“come here,” kennedy directs, still working to catch her breath. she’s dazed and not bothering to hide it, her gaze unfocused and hazy before blaine’s face crowds into her field of vision and she can narrow in on the way his obnoxious smile softens at its edges before they’re kissing again.

her body tangles around his and she sighs into his mouth as blaine lets her taste herself, his lips sliding over hers with purpose. every last one of her stressors fades away as she loses herself in the warmth of blaine’s kiss, their limbs twining together while they roll around on the mattress until she comes to a stop with her pants kicked off, perched in blaine’s lap, straddling his hips.

“nice view,” he comments hoarsely when they separate, each rough exhale underlining how affected he is. “but --”

she reaches down and pulls her top off before he can finish, drawing a laugh from blaine that sounds unnaturally loud in the otherwise silent stillness of his bedroom. “better?”

“oh, she reads minds now, too,” blaine murmurs, reaching out for her hips and pulling her in closer, groaning when she slides over the noticeable stretch at the front of his sweatpants. “is there anything you can’t do?”

“fuck you with your pants still on,” she answers breathlessly, emboldened by the way blaine’s looking at her -- by the way he hasn’t stopped looking at her, since she first showed up at his suite and maybe even before that, too.

her pulse stutters when he laughs at her again, more warmly this time. if she reads too deeply into it, blaine sounds both surprised and pleased by her forwardness, and something about thinking she might’ve impressed him makes her feel a little more confident -- like there might actually be something to this whole doing-her-own-thing and being-herself project she’s evidently excelling at, despite its newness.

“well, we can’t have that,” blaine smiles, and then his hips lift and he’s bare, too, looking up at her smugly like he knows he’s the best thing she’s ever seen.

irritatingly, nothing else comes to mind as even being close.

but his expression shifts as she draws closer for another kiss and he looks at whatever emotions are playing out across her face, reading her as effortlessly as always. something in his eyes gets a little more serious, his hands intentional when they slide down her back and his fingers fan out over her ass.

“you’re gorgeous,” he mutters angrily between quick kisses, like it’s ruining his day, somehow.

“you, too,” she returns more sincerely, because -- it’s just true. he is. and despite every challenging complication, she’s glad she’s here with him, even if she’s headed down a path that’s going to make things with her mom impossible and the rest of her life a living hell. what’s happening now is independent of all of that, something she’s not ready to share with anyone else just yet.

anyone but blaine, that is.

his dark eyes skim slowly down her body and back up again, the curl of his lips tilting into something resembling wonderment. he seems just as amazed by the fact that she’s here as kennedy is, and for the first time, she doesn’t have to second guess how he feels about her. for once, she can read him perfectly, and all it makes her want is more.

their lips meet in a kiss that’s uncharacteristically tender, so searching and sweet it leaves her short of breath. though they’re both eager to move things along there’s no rush, tonight, and she revels in their ability to take their time and enjoy themselves in private, away from the rest of the world.

when she finally gets her hand around blaine and moves to connect them he looks lost, his eyes fixed on her face with something reminiscent of confusion lurking in them. as her hips sink down slowly, she remembers what he’d said to her on the ferris wheel before they’d kissed: this is new to me.

there’s something so comforting in knowing that, making her feel warm all over in a way that has nothing to do with where their bodies are joined and how she’s rocking her hips in his lap, gasping as they come even closer together.

her body leans down over his and their foreheads tip together; blaine lifts his hand to gently brush a lock of hair that’s dropped loose from her bun out of her eyes, and then there’s nothing between them at all -- nothing to stop her from staring at him when his hips thrust up to meet hers, nothing but the springs in the mattress bouncing and the sound of their breaths and one soft exhalation of her name that reads like something between a curse and praise. “kennedy. jesus christ.”

blaine’s hand cups her jaw and his thumb brushes over her cheek with a gentleness that makes her tremble, something she’d never expected and couldn’t have possibly prepared for.

it feels like more -- like the more she’s been wondering about and wanting -- and if it’s not she has no idea how she’s ever going to recover.

“i love this,” blaine murmurs against her lips, still touching her all over in an almost absent-minded way, his words thoughtful as his hips buck to meet her each time she rocks down against him.

“me too,” she gasps, “i -- i’m -- god, blaine. feels good.”

“yeah?” there’s some urgency in his movements then, a new speed to the way his hips move. “tell me.”

“i’ve -- ever since the party, i’ve wanted to...” it’s too much. she screws her eyes shut tight, bracing her hands on his chest.

it’s only when blaine’s thumb and forefinger squeeze her chin that she opens her eyes again, blinking at him imploringly in the hopes he’ll understand.

by some miracle, he does, rocking his hips up with a groan that leaves her lightheaded and again emphasizing, “i love this.”

“yes,” she breathes back, effortlessly reassured and tilting her head down for another kiss to try and express some of the overwhelming gratitude she feels for the way he just gets her, “yes, yes, blaine, i’m --”

it’s more intense than she expects, when he brings his hand between her legs and nudges her over the edge. stars explode behind her eyes and all she can focus on is blaine and the way he’s holding her, the grip of his free hand laced in hers a tight safety she leans into while she chokes back a loud moan of his name.

distantly, she can hear blaine echoing her with his own curses, his rhythm stuttering and then faltering until he tugs her into a desperate kiss, his groan muffled into her mouth when his lips slide sloppily against hers.

it takes her longer than she’d care to admit to catch her breath, and though she knows she’s dead weight on top of blaine’s chest she can’t quite bring herself to move, nuzzling her nose into the side of his neck with a sigh.

blaine’s still for a long moment before he lifts his hand to her back and draws lazy circles between her shoulder blades, the rough pads of his fingertips skimming over her skin. “you good?”

“very,” kennedy yawns into his ear, laughing when he jerks to the right and shoves her off of him, back into the curve at his side that seems to be perfectly sized for someone her shape.

with how she’s pressed up against him, the walk back across campus seems daunting. class in the morning is an even more miserable prospect.

“i’ll get up and fix the sheets if you sleep here,” blaine offers, like he can read her mind. the words make her freeze immediately, and she can’t help but notice how suddenly tense he is beside her, too, like he hadn’t intended for it to be a thing but now it is and there’s nothing he can do about it. the hand he has on her side tightens and relaxes abruptly. she can hear him clear his throat, and when he speaks again, it’s in the same forced-casual tone of voice he seems to love. “if you want.”

kennedy stares at the ceiling, unblinking. it looks exactly like the ceiling in her room, except that she feels eons closer to sleep here with blaine than she had back in her suite, for some reason. “okay,” she murmurs finally, reaching out and prodding his calf with her toes, “fix them.”

blaine rolls to his feet, and she takes advantage of the fact that he’s still naked to shamelessly ogle him, waiting until he’s got his back to her to whistle from where she’s curled up in his bed.

a pillow from the floor hits her in the head and makes her laugh, and then the sheet’s thrown over her hastily, followed by the blanket and the comforter in quick succession.

a warm body launches itself at the bed and wriggles chaotically under the covers with her, effortlessly displacing the slight semblance of order he’d just organized. “i can’t believe you live like this,” kennedy says as blaine shifts in close, “next time you’re coming to my suite.”

“sorry it’s not up to your standards, first daughter.” blaine has to stretch to shut the bedside lamp off, and again she finds herself staring, admiring the way his muscles flex when his hand fumbles for the switch behind his back without twisting his body around, his refusal to take his eyes off her clear. “but i don’t know if i could get it up with your childhood boyfriend listening in on me.”

“oh my god, tatum is not -- we never -- jesus, you’re awful.” but her protests are half-hearted, bisected by another yawn. they have class in just a few hours.

and she has nothing to wear.

though it’s hard to worry about anything with the way blaine is grabbing her and tugging her into his chest, folding her in along his body and tucking his head overtop of hers. kennedy starts to grin against his bare chest as they both curl up together under the covers.

“you never told me you were a cuddler.”

“i’ll throw all these blankets back on the floor,” blaine threatens, “don’t think i won’t.”

she lifts her head and squints at him in the dark, still smiling. blaine’s eyes are shut peacefully, and she’d wager there’s not a thing in the world that could get him to move, just then. she slumps back against him with a laugh. “yeah, right.”

“i’ll do it,” he promises again, though his voice is fading fast. he sounds more relaxed and honest than she’s ever known him to be. “when you least expect it.”

well -- that was kind of his process for everything, wasn’t it? “shut up.”

“you shut up, i’m sleeping.” judging by the even rise and fall of his chest under her cheek, he’s close to it, and she’s just about there, too, soothed by the fact that she’s not alone for the first time in as long as she can remember.

“night, then,” kennedy murmurs softly, finally letting her eyes slide shut when his lips brush over the top of her forehead at her hairline, blaine’s fingers squeezing her shoulder one last time before they grow slack against her.

she winds up sleeping through four alarms, two classes and ten phone calls from tatum, but it’s all kind of worth it to wake up well-rested beside blaine in the morning -- so much so that even a nasty phone call from her mother can’t drag her back down to earth from where she’s floating happily on a high the kiss goodbye blaine had gifted her before she’d left to go back to her suite and shower had catapulted her up to without a prayer of coming down anytime soon.

#blaine hayes #blaine hayes x mc #foreign affairs #choices foreign affairs #myfic #long post #ns*w

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itslieutenanthawkeye · 3 years

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Lucky Guy

Day 7 of Jeankasa Week: College AU

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Sasha and Connie dragged him forward; they’d loaded him up on caffeine that very afternoon, picked up a set of clothes for him and tried to shave his stubble. Jean hadn’t allowed them to do the latter. The night was starting, and he already felt tired.

Final exams had worn him out, consumed all his energy for the sake of a pass, for the sake of a chance of a good job in the future, a nice home for his family. Not that he had any prospects at the moment, mind you. All he seemed to have was stress, and exhaustion nowadays.

He understood that the two dragging him to the party wanted to help him wind down, but Connie had already started taking over for his family business and Sasha had graduated culinary school a year ago. They were living the adult, independent life already.

Meanwhile Jean was stuck with physics and mathematics. At least the artistic portion part of his classes was fulfilling.

“So, where’s Niccolo?” Connie asked as they got on the tramway.

“He had to close up, but he’ll meet us at the party later.” Sasha said, taking them to the long seat at the back of the tramway. Jean sat in between the two, listening to their chatter in silence. “Aren’t you going to lighten up, Jean? You look like someone just died.”

Jean lowered his head, the repetitive rattling of the cart almost lulling him to sleep. “My will to live has died.”

“Come on, man, is it that bad since Marco left?”

“That traitor.” Jean said, with a tone of voice that spoke longing instead of anger.

Marco and he had decided to study architecture together; Jean driven by his knack for drawing, Marco driven by his desire to be by his side. A year into their university course, however, he’d gotten that scholarship to study photography in Hizuru. A great, one-in-a-lifetime opportunity that didn’t come around twice.

An opportunity that would force them to stay apart for four full years. Since neither had enough money to fly back and forth and Jean had not wanted to give up his studies in Paradis, they’d decided to remain friends. They’d been friends since the beginning, after all.

After the first months of heartbreak, Jean had realized that Marco had left him with just about enough money to pay for three months of rent. Although he couldn’t blame him, Jean had gotten the habit of cursing him lowly for the past year, whenever he was forced to balance his part time job and his ridiculous physics lessons.

“I still don’t understand why you don’t get another roommate.” Connie said, scratching the back of his ear. “Are you just holding out until a cute guy shows up at your door?”

“Or girl.” Sasha added, opening a bag of potato chips sneakily.

“Oi, Sasha,” Jean said, frowning. “We’re gonna get a fine because of you.”

“I’ll pay for it,” Sasha said, waving her hand to undermine the matter. “You guys want some? They’re new spicy ones.”

Jean reached out under her jacket and took a few chips into his mouth. “I take it the restaurant is doing well? With you being okay for paying fines, I mean.”

“Niccolo said that breakfast menu I came out with put us on top. If we keep it up, in about two years we’ll be able to set our next location,” she said proudly, her mouth also half full of chips. She gave Jean a significant look. “We’ll need an architect for the place. And someone here will be almost finished with uni.”

He smiled. “Thanks. I’ll make sure to remind you.”

“You know you can ask for money, right, Jean?” Connie said, resting his back against the seat. “You don’t need to work yourself to death when you’ve got us.”

Another lazy smile came to his face. “I don’t want to be a burden to you guys.”

“You’re more of a burden when you don’t come with us to these things,” Connie said. “First, you missed all barbecue nights at Niccolo and Sasha’s. And now you didn’t want to come, and you know Reiner throws the best parties. His little cousin took down that Galliard guy the last time.”

“Isn’t she a kid?” Jean blurted out.

“She likes to sneak in to get in fights with the college kids.” Connie explained, laughing. “I think she’s been in martial arts since five or something.”

“Now that’s a surprise,” Sasha said, elbowing Connie as the tramway arrived at its next station. Jean looked at the person getting on and his breath caught. Wearing a corseted black dress, her hair up in a high ponytail and wearing a choker around her elegant neck, Mikasa Ackerman stood out as a comet across a blue sky.

“I didn’t think she’d come tonight,” Connie said. “You know, considering Eren.”

“What happened with Eren?” Jean asked.

“Don’t you check her feed?” Connie asked, wiggling his eyebrows. “You know, since you had that huge crush on her in high school and whatnot.”

“I’ve been busy.” Jean said, too tired to try and deny that crush he’d had on her in their school days, the crush that had always irked Marco somehow. “You don’t have to tell me. I’m too busy to be concerned about other people’s drama.”

“They broke up,” Connie said in a gossipy tone, as if Jean hadn’t just snapped at him. “Around six months ago. He skipped town. Didn’t want to be tied down or something, wanted to be free as birds or whatever. He’s backpacking in the continent, I think.”

Jean sat straighter on his seat. That dick. That stupid, nihilistic piece of shit. “Why didn’t you guys tell me? Isn’t Sasha her best friend?”

“Because you disappeared the whole semester, man. That’s why I told you to ask for money instead of working yourself to death,” Connie said, shaking him by the shoulder. “You miss out on parties and gossip.”

“Stop it. She’ll hear you,” Sasha said, lifting her arm to wave at Mikasa. “Hey! Mikasa, over here! Come sit with us!”

Jean felt heat in his cheeks. “Sasha, don’t. She’ll come.”

“That’s what I want.”

“I can’t talk when she looks this pretty.”

Sasha rolled her eyes. “Stop being an idiot, Jean.”

Mikasa’s eyes caught sight of them and she made her way to their seat, not bothering to hold onto anything to keep her balance as the tramway moved forward. They had known each other from high school and little things had changed about the way she moved; she carried herself with the elegance of a swan, and the strength of a mountain. He remembered teasing Eren about her being the boss in their relationship during their very last year of school, when the embers of jealousy had begun to die for Jean, and chuckled lowly at the memory of the enraged response he always received.

“Hi, everyone,” she greeted them. Sasha scooted to the side, and Mikasa sat between her and Jean, close enough for him to smell her perfume. “Are you guys going to Reiner’s?”

“Best parties in Trost.” Sasha said, offering her the bag of potato chips. “Want some?”

Mikasa dipped her hand in the bag. “Aren’t you scared you’ll get a fine?”

“She says she’ll pay it,” Connie explained, reaching over Jean and Mikasa to grab more.

“Sasha,” Mikasa said sternly. “How many more fines are you going to pay?”

“She’s paid more this month?!” Jean said.

“She has. It’s getting ridiculous, she can’t go on a tramway without getting hungry…” Mikasa stopped herself from talking and settled her eyes on him, with a vague surprised expression on her lovely pale face. “I haven’t seen you in a while.”

“I’ve been busy with work.” Jean said, shrugging, hoping that she wouldn’t see the blush in his cheeks that look of her had caused. He waited a second, wondering if he should bring up that he had, in fact, seen her. “I saw you, though. Drawing, in the Maria building.”

Understanding washed over her face, and her mouth fell open. “You should’ve said hi, Jean.” She said. “It’s a huge classroom, there’s no way I could’ve seen you.”

“I’m sorry.” Jean muttered. Truth was, he hadn’t wanted her to see him in the state he’d been in two weeks ago. With his double shifts at work and his assignments for the end of the semester, Jean had resembled a walking corpse more than a human.

Mikasa was an anthropology and history major and, much like Jean himself, worked part time jobs. However, with her looks, most of her part time jobs were related to modeling. That morning at creative drawing, she’d been hired to pose for the class covered only by a thin sheet. And despite being a class full of professionals, Jean had still not wanted the girl who resembled a goddess to see him bordering a mental breakdown.

“Have you been getting enough sleep?” She asked him.

“Does it show that bad?”

Mikasa’s mouth made a perfect O in terror. “I didn’t mean to sound like that.”

Jean chuckled. “Don’t worry about it. It shows. If uni wasn’t free, I would’ve gone broke already.”

“You need to look after your health more, Jean. Have you even been eating well? If you don’t sleep and don’t eat well, you’re just going to burn out,” Mikasa said, then froze, grabbing the hand that was going to reach out to him. “I’m sorry. I just sounded like a mother there.”

“You’re right, though.” Jean replied, smiling at her. “I haven’t been eating well. With work—”

“Is that why you haven’t been to any of the barbecues?”

“You went?”

Mikasa nodded. “We missed you.”

Jean’s head came up with a thousand names to call himself in that moment. He missed his friends enough during the semesters without the knowledge that she’d been hanging out with them at barbecue night. “I’ll make it next time.” He managed to say. “Did Armin go?”

“He’s been busy with moving in with Annie.” Mikasa said, sighing. “I don’t think I’d talk to anyone outside work if it wasn’t for Sasha and Mina.”

“Wait, Armin moved out too?” Jean asked, growing concerned. “Did those two just up and left you alone in that huge apartment?”

“Armin left me some money to pay a couple more months’ worth of rent.” Mikasa said, almost apologizing in Armin’s behalf. Jean’s fists clenched automatically; he’d seen how smitten he was with that marleyan girl, but leaving Mikasa alone to pay for that huge apartment by herself…

“Besides, I insisted,” Mikasa added with a low voice. “I didn’t want him to wallow in self pity with me when he has a perfectly lovely girlfriend.”

Jean sighed tiredly. He should’ve known. Even heart broken, Mikasa cared more about her friend’s happiness than her own economic safety. In a way, it was something that made her all the more charming in his eyes.

“Hey, are you two going to ignore us all the way there?” Connie asked, slapping the back of Jean’s head. “Why did you have to sit in between us if you’re just gonna talk to each other?”

“He’s right,” Sasha said, shaking Mikasa by the shoulder. “Mikasa, pay attention to your best friend now! She brought chips for you!”

Mikasa narrowed her eyes in Sasha’s direction. “Since when do you carry food for anyone but yourself, Braus?”

Sasha’s face contracted into a miserable expression, and she threw herself over Mikasa, hugging her while kissing her head. “Not the last name treatment, Mikasa!”

Maybe a few years ago, Mikasa would’ve thrown Sasha back onto her seat. This time, however, she limited herself to exchange an amused look with him and Connie, patting Sasha’s head in a conciliatory manner. “Alright, alright. Control yourself,” she told Sasha. “Don’t you have a boyfriend? What will Niccolo say if he sees you hugging a woman like this?”

“He’ll probably think we look hot.” Sasha replied innocently.

“What a perv.”

“Mikasa!”

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The tramway took them to the west end of Trost, where high skyscrapers and fancy apartment buildings rose into the sky. The elevator took them a whole thirty floors up to Reine’rs apartment. As soon as they walked in, Jean stared at the ceramic floors, the balcony with its hot tub and view of the distant mountains in the island. When Reiner came to greet them with a hug for each, Jean held him by the shoulders.

“When did you get this rich?” He asked, baffled. How had everyone gotten rich so quick before him?

“My mother and I won the alimony trial last month,” Reiner laughed, hugging him again to then make a wide gesture with his arms at the people in the room. From the way he moved, Jean guessed he was already drunk. “Nineteen years’ worth of unpaid alimony, all paid in full!”

The crowd cheered, raising their beer bottles in the air to celebrate his makeshift toast. “Galliard, Pieck!” Reiner said, stumbling back into the crowd, being caught by the two exchange Marleyan students. “Get the karaoke machine going!”

Sasha and Connie dived into the party in full, going over to Mina, who had her hands full while pouring two bottles of vodka into a large crystal bowl filled with fruits and juice. Jean rubbed his temple; getting drunk wasn’t on his list of priorities, not with so little sleep in his system.

He turned to look at his right, realizing Mikasa stood by the door, watching the crowd move around Reiner’s apartment with apprehension. He took a couple of steps in her direction, leaning against the wall with his hands crossed over his chest, perhaps in a subconscious attempt to appear nonchalant. “See anyone you know?” He asked.

“Too many people.” She muttered in response, rubbing her arms. “Sasha said this was going to be like the barbecue.”

One would think that with her looks and strength, Mikasa would be a little more popular. She’d been an introvert since secondary school, shielded behind the personalities of her two childhood friends. And despite that a few people had managed to break through the cold outer layer of her personality (like Sasha, who’s might as well have gone through it with a war hammer) it always seemed to Jean that there as hidden sadness behind her eyes, a brake of sorts that didn’t allow her to express herself to the fullest.

“Let’s go to the balcony,” she said, pulling his sleeve. “Bring beers.”

Jean almost -almost- felt bad for Reiner’s father as they walked along the balcony. Trost had skyscrapers aplenty, but very few had a perfect look of the suburbs and mountains, and very few had an infinity pool with a hot tub included. The place must’ve costed a fortune. He could almost see his own neighborhood from this height.

They found a set of unoccupied pillowed seats at the corner, far from Reiner’s infinity pool, and sat there to watch the city in silence.

“I live there,” Mikasa said after a while, pointing south to a cluster of colorful buildings. “It’s the big tall one, with the red lights.”

“Ah, party town,” Jean said. He and Marco had tried to find a place there, but the rent had been astronomical, given its strategic location near the universities and clubs. “Was it a big change from the suburbs? That’s where you grew up in, right?”

“It was a huge change from my uncle’s house,” she said, her eyes set on the red building, amused at some memory Jean wasn’t aware of. “He was grossed out when he visited last year.”

“College neighborhood isn’t for him?”

“He said it was too dirty,” Mikasa said, sighing. “Although I’m sure he was terrified at the number of teenagers that threw themselves at him. He said I was to visit him from now on.”

Jean giggled at that. “Girls threw themselves at Levi?”

“Apparently he’s got something that makes university students go crazy.” Mikasa said, making a disgusted noise. Jean laughed again; Levi had been their teacher in middle school. How any college girl found him so appealing, he didn’t understand.

“Well, at least you can have fun in that neighborhood.” Jean said.

Mikasa made another disgusted noise. “I was only there because Eren suggested it. It was too loud for my liking. Too many creeps on the streets. And the rent is too high.”

“How did you guys manage to afford that? I mean, Eren and Armin aren’t precisely rich,” Jean said, covering his mouth as soon as he realized what he’d blurted out. “I’m sorry, Mikasa! I didn’t mean to—”

“It’s okay,” Mikasa said, shaking her head in amusement. “Eren’s brother paid for most of the rent. He works in Marley and sent him money.”

She finished with a sigh, setting her eyes on the floor for a second before taking a sip of her beer. When she turned to look at him, Jean recognized annoyance in her eyes. “Now that he’s gone, Zeke stopped paying for that big chunk of the rent.”

“And Armin moved in with Annie,” Jean finished saying.

“And I’m in that huge place all by myself,” Mikasa said, taking another sip from her bottle. “Scraping my bank account to pay utilities, taking any modeling job that comes up besides working at Sasha’s restaurant, two months behind on rent.”

“Did Sasha offer you money yet?” Jean asked, recalling all the times their friend had tried to hand him checks for his rent.

Mikasa smiled. “A couple of times. But I don’t want to be a burden to her. As good as the restaurant is doing, having her own business can be tricky. One bad luck streak and she’ll be needing that money she offers me.”

“What about a roommate?”

“Nobody I know can afford rent there. I don’t want to disturb Niccolo and Sasha, and Levi has plenty on his plate. And it’s impossible to find a place this late in the year,” Mikasa said, sighing tiredly again. “Do you know how close I am to modeling underwear? A man in this shady company offered me so much money for nudes the other day—”

“Move in with me.” Jean blurted out, and his words were followed by excruciatingly long minutes. Mikasa rested her back against the seat, scrutinizing him with those perfect, serious eyes. “I don’t mean in a weird way. I mean, my rent is much less than yours must be. But ever since Marco left, it’s been harder to afford it on my own. I could use a roommate, and all the people I’ve interviewed were weirdos.”

“Won’t Marco be angry?” Mikasa asked politely. “Won’t he be upset that a girl is living with you?”

Jean smiled. “We’re not together anymore.”

“No?” She said, looking genuinely surprised. “Why? What happened? I thought—”

“Neither wanted a long-distance relationship, or had the money to afford one,” Jean explained, surprised at the lack of pain in his words when he spoke of what had happened. Perhaps, the exhaustion throughout the year had forced his heart to get over a heartbreak quickly.

“Besides,” Jan added, arching his eyebrow in her direction. “I know for a fact that hizuran people are beautiful. I couldn’t deny him having fun over there. So, we decided to stay as friends.”

Mikasa smiled, and Jean blushed. “You’re a good friend.”

“I’m not,” Jean replied, leaning back against his seat as well. “I had no idea about you and Eren. You’re our friend since high school, and I had no idea you’d gotten your heart broken too this year. So, I’m not that good of a friend.”

Mikasa rested her hand at her sides, her pinky almost touching his, leaning back to catch sight of the night sky. “You’re in no obligation to carry anyone’s pain, Jean, let alone mine.”

“What do you mean? You’re my friend.”

“I know. We are friends,” Mikasa said quickly, as if noticing the hint of pain her previous words had caused in him. “What I mean is…I knew it was going to happen. I saw the change in Eren. I knew he wouldn’t want to stay put. He was more in love with the idea of freedom than with me. I should’ve ended it a long while ago. So, no need to carry pain that was dragged on for no purpose.”

“And you didn’t want to go with him?”

Mikasa thought about it for a moment. He could hear Reiner and that Pieck girl singing at the top of their lungs inside, as well as Connie’s laughter. And yet, all his mind was set on was her, how her eyes focused on his as she spoke every word, how a bit of lipstick had smudged on the edges of her mouth due to their drinking. Jean had always been aware of Mikasa’s beauty, but he hadn’t been truly enthralled by it in a very long time.

“I don’t think I would’ve gone,” she said at last. “I love the island. I love my home. I want to have a peaceful life here, grow old here. I like seeing new places, but I don’t want to spend my life wandering. He did.”

Jean nodded, understanding her fully. All he’d ever dreamed of was a nice house in the inner districts, alongside the wife -or husband- of his choosing.

“Besides,” Mikasa said with a quiet laugh. “He never asked me to come.”

“What a fucking idiot.”

Mikasa blinked in surprise. “I’m not mad at him, Jean. You don’t need to be in my behalf.”

“I’m not mad on your behalf,” Jean said, shaking his head, a deep crease forming between his eyebrows, feeling all of that frustration he’d had towards Eren in high school come back in full. “What kind of idiot do you have to be to break the heart of someone like you?”

“Someone like me?”

“You’re fucking amazing!” Jean said, shocked by the confusion in her face. “Mikasa, you’re gorgeous, smart, strong. You can lift a whole hundred pounds without breaking a sweat…who would want to break your heart?”

Another chuckle escaped her throat, and she gave him a look that he could only describe a sweet. “Thank you,” she said, tilting her head to the side. “My heart was breaking the whole last year we were together, though. I guess in a way, him leaving helped me heal.”

“I hope he falls into a pit.” Jean muttered, then shook his head. “No, I hope I fall into a pit, for not noticing you were hurting before.”

“You had your thing with Marco moving away,” Mikasa replied. “If anything, I was the jerk for not helping you like Connie and Sasha did. I was too focused on trying to force Eren to be happy with me.”

“Still, I should’ve helped.”

“You’re helping now,” Mikasa replied, lifting her pierced eyebrow. “You’re letting me be your roommate, aren’t you?”

Jean took a deep gulp of his beer before speaking. “So, you are taking up on my offer?”

“Yes,” Mikasa said, setting her eyes on the section of town in which he lived in. “If you take up on my offer.”

“Which is?”

“The agency wants a couple male models,” she said, elbowing him playfully. “I heard from Sasha how you’re killing yourself at that part time. This money won’t be great, I do warn you, but it will be better, and you’ll have more time to study.”

The color traveled to his cheeks yet again. “I-I’m not a model, Mikasa.”

“No need to be modest, Kirstein,” she said, scrutinizing him again, her gaze sensing a shock of electricity across him. “I saw you on that beach trip we did. You’ve got nothing to envy from the models.”

They stared at each other for what felt like an eternity, and Jean’s mind became a storm. Had she just told him she found him attractive? No, it couldn’t be. She’d just said he had nothing to envy from male models. But that was just a creative way to call someone hot, wasn’t it? She had no reasons to call him hot, however.

“Jean, I think—”

“Niccolo!” Sasha’s shouted drunkenly, startling the two in their seats. It wasn’t until they turned in her direction that Jean realized how close their faces had been to each other.

“Alright, alright. Do it again.” Niccolo laughed, sounding quite drunk himself. Sasha grabbed her shirt and tightened it around her waist, showing him her bloated stomach.

Niccolo giggled. “It’s adorable! It does look like you’re pregnant,” he said between snorts. “How many garlic buns did you eat back there?”

“Why are you calling your baby a garlic knot, Niccolo?!” Sasha half-laughed, half cried, only causing Niccolo to laugh harder. They were soon on the floor, struggling to catch their breath because of their laughter, and Jean was grateful for the protective mesh at the edge of the balcony.

“They’re drunk.”

“They’re high.” Mikasa said, casting a glance inside. “Ymir and Historia are here.”

“No wonder they’re high.” Jean chuckled. Historia wore a beautiful pink dress, looking as happy as ever with Ymir’s hands around her waist. Ymir, as always, wore a dark suit. As always, she was more focused on kissing Historia’s neck than the conversation around her. They’d been inseparable since their wedding, and from the sparkling necklace around Historia’s neck, Jean supposed their business was growing well.

Mikasa grabbed his sleeve. “Do you want to go get some?”

“You smoke that stuff?” Jean asked, wondering when he’d smoked anything last.

“Not really.” Mikasa admitted, looking at Sasha laughing on the floor while placing a thousand drunken kisses on Niccolo’s forehead. “It looks like they’re having fun, though.”

“We could do it to celebrate,” Jean said, shrugging. “You know, each of just found a good roommate and we might not be as broke from now on.”

“You are sure about the roommate matter?” Mikasa asked, frowning. “You’ll have to take a few visits from my uncle.”

“I’ll cope.” Jean said, looking at Niccolo and Sasha. “Are you sure? What if Eren returns and gets mad?”

Mikasa rolled her eyes. “He can get as mad as he wants. I won’t care.” She said, and from her tone of voice , Jean knew she was done talking about Eren for the time being. She looked more annoyed at the inconveniences that Eren had caused her than heart broken. Perhaps, the exhaustion had forced her to get over a heartbreak quick, as well.

Jean offered her his hand. “Shall we, my lady?”

“You’re still an idiot,” Mikasa said, intertwining her arm with his. “Thank you, by the way.”

“No, thank you,” he said, using his other hand to take their bottles. He offered one to her and lifted his own. “Toast? For roommates?”

“For roommates.” Mikasa said. Their bottles clang together, their sound foretelling a change of wind for the two, perhaps.

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Gabi walked along the bookstore holding onto Falco’s arm. She and her mother spent summers with her cousin Reiner in the island. And despite this being her fifth year visiting him and despite the luxuries of his apartment, she missed him terribly each time she left. So, she clung to him before and after her journeys, enjoying their time together as if it were a treasure.

“Want to get an ice cream afterwards?” He asked.

“The place by the zeppelin museum?” Falco nodded in response, and Gabi smiled widely. “Alright, then. But it’s my treat this time.”

“Let me buy the comic books this time, at least,” he said, pulling out a book with a few giants on the cover. “This looks good, doesn’t it?”

Gabi frowned at the sight of the naked giants. “I hate historical fiction.”

“It’s not like titans were real, Gabi,” Falco said, running through the pages. “This is mostly political-oriented. See? They even consulted a historian from Paradis to write it.”

“Hey, I know her!” Gabi said excitedly, looking at the picture of the main consultant from the work. “She’s the head of the anthropology museum at the island. She’s Reiner’s friend.”

“Is she?” Falco said, his eyes wide as he stared at the picture of Mikasa, who wore a fancy pantsuit and had her hair up in a ponytail. Unlike at the parties, her make up in this was formal, no bright pink lipstick, no dark eyeshadow. “She’s really pretty, isn’t she?”

“Falco!” Gabi said, then took a second look at the picture. “You’re right, she’s really pretty. Her husband is a lucky guy. He always says it himself.”

“Oh, she’s married?”

“Yeah, she married a friend of hers, I think. It was a late spring wedding, so I didn’t get to go. They’ve got a baby on the way and everything,” Gabi said, scrunching up her nose. “He’s friends with Reiner too, but I can’t recall the guy’s name.”

“Gabi, you see those people every summer,” Falco said, his kind face showing a slight hint of repeoach. “You should at least learn their names.”

“Reiner has way too many friends for me to remember,” Gabi replied, not wanting to admit that she did need to be a little more polite to them. “I do remember he had a bit of a horse face.”

“A horse face?” Falco said, horrified. “This woman here married a guy with a horse face?”

Gabi smiled amusedly. “She seemed quite smitten by him. Every time I go and they’re there, they’re always all lovey dovey. Kissing, hugging, they can’t keep their hands off each other,” she said, tilting her head to the side with a flirty smile. “Besides, it was just a nickname. The man is handsome, and taller than most guys, too.”

“Gabi, don’t talk so kindly about married men.” Falco said, closing the magazine with his cheeks flushed. Although his expression caused her own smile to grow wider.

“Are you jealous?” She teased, then placed a fleeting peck on his lips. “You’re way more handsome than horse face. And, you still have more years to grow. I’m sure that you’ll be taller than him by when we get married.”

“Gabi!” Falco said, flushing harder.

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A Taste of Envy (Le Comte de Saint Germain X MC)

Fandom: Ikemen Vampire

Pairing: Comte de Saint Germain x MC (Female)

Warning: NSFW and there are spoilers featuring Comte’s real name.

Requested by: Anonymous

Written by: @voltage-vixen

“Come closer to me,” Comte murmured, encircling his arms around MC’s body. Enclosing her between the muscles that defined the cuts of his thighs, water rippled around them as her body swayed into his. He felt the contractions of her chest as she reconciled into his embrace, eliciting a serene sigh from the vampire. The slight distance between them had become more than his tolerance allowed him to bear, and her touch was the only cure to settle the fray of nerves still rattled from the encounter earlier.

Previously that evening the couple had attended a ball being hosted by an acquaintance of the pure blood to celebrate the night of Hallow’s Eve. Whilst his partner’s natural charm enchanted the attenders of the party, a green-eyed monster nearly engulfed all sense of the pride endured when one of the guests was acting too familiar after succumbing to a substantial amount of liquor. Undeterred by the stranger’s advances, there was no hesitation in Comte’s actions when he whisked her away back to the safety of his own mansion. Resolved in wanting to cleanse her pureness from the sins that were cast upon MC from the man’s lecherous behavior prior, Comte was pleased when she conceded on with his invitation to join him for a bath to unwind.

“Your angelic face is flushed, ma cherie,” the husk of Comte’s voice purred into MC’s ear. “Perhaps the bath water too warm for your liking this evening?” The sense of rationality that was embodied into the foundation in the whims of his beliefs, was cloaked by his desires of his envy. The shine of the full moon illuminated through the colossal window in the bathroom, and her beauty went beyond what words were capable of portraying as she basked in the moonlight.

He wanted-no! Not wanted but needed. He needed her. And he needed MC to understand he was the only one worthy vying for her affections. His fingers traveled and roamed the length of her body, delivering tantalizing caresses as he kneaded away at the softness of her delicate skin. She shivered when the back of his hand grazed across the side of her wet neck, to sweep the damp curls of her hair to the side of her flushed neck.

“You know exactly why already, Abel,” she whimpered, as his lips grazed against the bareness of her clammy shoulder. The occurrence was rare when MC referred to the man by his real name, but when the words rolled from the tip of her tongue when his touch left her undone was enough to awaken the carnal craving within him. His cock twitched in greed, evoking a gasp of bewilderment when MC felt him suddenly press against her lower back.

A sensuous moan escaped MC when the distraction of Comte’s protruding fangs pressed against the smoothness of her skin, dragging them closer to the sweet spot on her neck the vampire acquainted as one of the woman’s acclaimed erogenous zones. The tips of his fangs provocatively pointed into MC’s skin, yet not enough to pierce the barrier keeping Comte from ravaging her. His foreplay was delightful, but the sensation of his erection so close to her heat, combined with the vampire’s fangs close to penetration was driving her mad in a lasciviousness fit. Her hips wiggled in impatience hoping that Comte would finally release MC from his tormentous teasing, yet instead he simply chuckled and only carried on in his mission to provoke her further. Overtaken by horniness, MC knew she no longer accommodate Comte in his game of cat and mouse.

“Now,” she mewled, attempting to grind herself against the friction of his thick arousal that was more than ready to take her. “Do more now. Anything more. I need to feel more of you. Please, my love.”

Rather than submit to her indulgences, Comte reached around to the front of her body, until his palms were cupping the mounds of her breasts. Gently squeezing the sensitive flesh, MC’s head arched back when his fingers toyed with the perkiness of her nipples. His massaging sparked joys of bliss, inducing a tickle between the opening of her thighs.

“I admire how independent of a woman you are, ma cherie,” he sensually crooned into her ear. “However, I’m also infatuated with the way you melt when I’m pleasuring you.”

While one of his hands traipsed over to cover her eyes, the other sauntered down deeper into the water. Deeper and deeper until he brushed the swell of her clit. Wanting to push her further beyond the brink of coherency, Comte’s finger glided beyond her velvet folds and plunged into the heat of her slit. The intrusion was wonderous, and MC’s walls instantaneously clenched around him. With her vision currently blinded by the vampire’s hand, her senses were heightened, and she was tightening around him much sooner than she normally did during one of their traditional lovemaking sessions.

“Please, don’t make me wait any longer,” MC cried out. “You hold my heart, my soul, and my body. Everything I have, I offer to you. There could never be another.”

There they were. There were the words that set Comte free. Oh, how precious this sweet woman was. Little did MC realize that she underestimated how crazy she drove him. Ignoring her objections when he pro tempore freed her from his released, Comte hastily latched his grip on the curves of MC’s waist. He lifted her up by the hips and lowered her down onto the heat of his arousal. MC chewed the bottom of her lip to keep the screams from pouring out while the solid cock of her lover stretched her walls from behind.

“Don’t hold back,” Comte coaxed, knowingly mindful of her attempts to remain quiet. “Let me hear your stunning voice, ma cherie.” While maintaining the rhythm of her bouncing, Comte wasted not a moment’s notice assaulting that special spot on the side of her neck. The slight pain from the insert of his fangs was instantly infused with jolts of pleasure. Her toes curled, and MC’s whines grew louder as her lower belly began to flutter.

She was so close. And Comte was aware. There was no other in the world out there that understood her better than he. Ready to send the woman to heaven, Comte took pause and adjusted himself underneath her. With a powerful snap of his hips, MC screamed out in joy at the welcomed assault. Each thrust became more desperate as he wanted her to remember that only he could instill this blissful feeling upon her. Comte pushed her further and further, resounding in the sounds of her harmonious moans, until at last MC’s body trembled. Uttering a gratifying cry, she collapsed back into the comfort of his toned chest.

“Ah, ma cherie,” Comte groaned, reaching his own climax behind her. He hugged MC closer to him, panting loudly while together they finished coming back down from the high of nirvana they were finding themselves lost in.

“You were lovely as always,” Comte murmured once his breath was regained. She hummed in response, and he nuzzled his chin down to rest on the top of her head. MC joined her hand with his that was encompassed her waist and entwined their fingers.

“Abel?” she softly spoke, breaking the comfortable silence lingering in the air. “Were you…...Were you jealous?”

One of Comte’s worst fears had come to light-MC was bearing witness to one of his weaknesses. A rare shade of crimson stained his cheeks, and he let out an awkward cough before replying.

“I-I suppose my actions were the result of one what may classify as envy,” he murmured, embarrassed she had put the two and two together. His head dropped and Comte tried to turn away in shame, but MC’s elated squeals halted him.

“Abel, you have no idea how happy that makes me,” MC assured, wiping away at a stray tear dripping from her eyelash. “I accept every side of you, but it’s nice to see that even your self-control can waiver at times. You never have to worry about holding yourself back in front of me.”

Turning around to face him, MC clasped the sides of his face. Both leaning in, their lips united, exchanging small and delicate kisses. Small was no longer enough, and their breaths hitched with the escalation of each kiss. Their frantic hands explored each other, refusing to cease until they were tangled up in the locks of the others hair. The water splashing around them had long grew cold, but the heat from their bodies made such a minute detail unnoticeable.

The twinkling moon outside remained high in the sky, continued to shine down on the couple. Lost in their enrapture with each other, Comte and MC forgot about the mansion and the world they lived in. Time seemed to stand still as they lost themselves in each other, spending a countless amount of times reaffirming their love into the late hours of the night.

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the-slasher-files · 3 years

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Temper Temper - Slashers pt 1

INCLUDES JASON ONESHOT

TW: nswf, asphyxiation, blood, good ol filthy sex

WORDS: 2305

It was a hot and sticky summer evening, Jason went on a patrol over the camp and you were bored. Putting on your hiking boots, you thought it was a nice time for a walk. The woods were alive tonight. Birds loudly signing their songs, deer hopping through the brush. It was beautiful here, peaceful, it was home. You started on one of the trails down by the lake, one you had not been on before. The summer sun twinkled behind the evergreens and shades of red, yellow, and pink set the sky ablaze. Leaves crunched under your boots, and the water plopped against the rocks and logs. Why hadn’t Jason shown you this trail? It was gorgeous.

The fading sun had now disappeared, and the forest had become still. Just listening to the dirt under your feet you jumped when you heard distant screams coming from the camp. Stopping to look across the lake, seeing the little glow from the cabin lights. Sighing to yourself, sometimes you just wished he was a normal man. Just some lumberjack in the woods, rather than the killer of Camp Crystal Lake that you fell in love with. Some nights were just harder than others coming to that reality. You loved him for who he was; undead, mute, and covered in scars. Killer or not, Jason was yours and you were his.

Carrying on with your walk trying to not listen to the screams, you came to a clearing in the woods. Wildflowers and mushrooms covered the ground, it was like a scene from a fairy tale. Deciding to have a rest for a minute, the screams stopped and it was quiet, peaceful and calm. Laying down in the long grasses and flowers watching the summer breeze sway the tree tops and looking at the now dark sky seeing the stars. They were brighter here, away from everything.

You laid there for a while just enjoying the serenity of the woods as the sky became clouded over and the distant rumbling of thunder approached. Standing up and dusting yourself off you looked up to see the figure of the masked man. There was a flash from the sky, lighting him up. Jason was covered in blood, carrying his machete and dragging a body behind him. Just from his eyes you could tell he was not happy. Some of his biggest unspoken rules were broken, never step foot in his camp, never leave the cabin without him knowing, and more importantly, never go out when he is killing.

Dropping the body behind him he tensed up, white-knuckling his machete handle. This was the first time you left the cabin while he was killing, you didn’t know how he was going to react. The large masked man walked towards you, towering you, the smell of iron overwhelmed your senses. He pulled your chin up with his fingers looking you in the eyes, trying to communicate a wide range of emotions, anger, anxiety, love among other things. Jason grabbed your arm with force which he never does unless he thinks you are in danger, but the danger was gone, wasn’t it? you thought. “Jason I’m fine,” he stood there and tugged on your small arm not letting go, directing you toward the cabin. “Stop Jason.” you grabbed his hand pulling it off you. Locking eyes something lit a fire in him. A loud boom of thunder hit when the masked man picked you up throwing you over his shoulder. He was not in the mood to negotiate your safety, and he was not in the mood to be a good gentle boyfriend.

“What the fuck are you doing?! Put me down! Jason!” You yelled at him as you were being carried, beating on his back. He just trotting along the trail letting you hit him and yell, you could do what you wanted but your safety was his number one priority.

Making it to the cabin he placed you down on the creaky floorboards. You tried to push the large man away, but he was just a wall. He closed the door leaving the blood coated machete outside, letting the rain clean it. Jason was always afraid of his anger, it was always inside him. No matter what he did or how many people he killed, the rage was still in him, like a disease eating at him every day. After years and years of bullying and torment, then losing his mom, this anger was pent up and it would be forever. He would always be afraid of what he might do in rage to someone he loved. Usually, Jason would take a walk if he was angry, but tonight he had to make you understood that you cannot leave the cabin when he is killing. It is too dangerous. He didn’t want to lose the love of his life. You have been in fights before but this was different, it was almost a matter of principle for both of you. You wanted your freedom and he wanted to protect you from the world. Both of your anger filled the air and it wasn’t gonna be pretty.

“Jason Stop! I am not your fucking princess,” you yelled at the large man in front of you, meeting his gaze. He expected some resistance from you but defiantly not an exposition of anger. He was trying to protect you, keep you safe here. Make a life for you and him why couldn’t understand that? It made him madder because if it wasn’t for the stupid teenagers, you would never be fighting.

“You cannot hover over me all the time, I feel like I am being smothered” He wished at these moments he could talk, even for 5 minutes, just to explain himself. You were pacing in the secluded cabin almost like a tiger in the zoo. Always being an independent person Jason made you angry sometimes with his overprotectiveness of you, but tonight you were livid. Your face felt hot and there was a tightness to your chest. “Every fucking time I have to ask you if I can leave to go for a fucking walk or even to go down to the water. I am my own person Jason. I feeling like your fucking prisoner sometimes.” His breathing increased with yours, just watching you yell at him and pace around, it hurt him, he would never want to make you feel like a prisoner. 90 percent of the time his anger came from hurt, and tonight was no different.

“Jason. You treat me like I’m your little doll or something, I’m not. I need my time alone, I need my freedom.” You shouted at him. He was still just standing there. You wanted some sort of reaction from him, just something to know he was listening. You weren’t gonna lie, you liked him treating you like a princess but when it comes to your freedom it just got annoying. Every time you went out with him on walks he would always be watching with owl eyes making sure you didn’t twist an ankle or trip, he would lift you over logs, and never let you even swim in the lake. “Look, I am tired of this shit. Sometimes I want you to treat me rough, I’m not made of glass... don’t you fucking care?” Listening to that Jason almost shuttered. All he did was care, that is why he had carried you home, sheltering you from the storm and any danger that was outside. It set him off.

Walking towards you, his massive figure engulfing you, pressing you up against the wall. Locking you in place, just staring into each others eyes, anger turned to lust, and almost greediness for each other’s bodies. Grabbing your waist, you tore off his mask tossing it to the floor, his lips met yours with force, both of you wanting to devour each other’s souls. Jason lifted you on the table never leaving your lips, letting things crash to the floor off the desk. Your legs wrapped around his hips, pressing you two together. Blood smeared on your body from his clothes.

“Fuck” you moaned into his ear as he moved to kiss and bite at your neck. Your moans fueled his animalist needs to have all of you. Ripping off his button up, your hands moved to his belt fumbling with it as Jason pulled off your t-shirt, his eye wide as he saw your bra. Red and lacy, his favorite. You knew you were in for it now. Tearing his belt off you placed it around his thick neck pulling him closer. Heavy breathing and moans coating your throats. Jason lifting your hips to let your shorts pass your thighs, to his pleasure you wore the matching underwear. The lightning lit up his lustful eyes, he pulled away from your hands just taking in the view. You unclasped your bra letting it fall to the floor, and wiggled your underwear off, teasing him with your pace, ever so slowly pulling them from your legs. He pulled the belt off of him and draped it around your neck, pulling you up and off the desk he led you toward the bed.

Once you were in reach of the bed he grabbed your small waist pushing you on the bed. He had never been rough with you, it was exciting and made your adrenaline surge. Both of your anger and pent up sexual aggression was about to be released. Laying on your back waiting for what he was going to do next, he roughly grabbed your thighs pulling your ass to the edge of the bed. If this is what the teenagers saw before death, it wasn’t that bad. Jason undid his worn jeans, freeing his already hard dick. Leaning in he spit on your clit making you shutter, and roughly thrusted into you making you squeal. “Jason, fuck” you moaned just giving him more carnal need.

Pulling on the belt around your neck letting it get tighter he watched you carefully making sure he wasn’t going too far, but at this point he didn’t know if he could stop himself if he did go too far. Thrusting in and out of you Jason was grunting and growling like a pent up wild bear. Even he needed this rough release. You were moaning loudly as the belt got tighter with each thrust, and he got deeper and deeper, filling you perfectly. If this was the rough side of him, you needed this more. “J-Jason.. fuck” you stuttered his name as you were so close to your release, but he pulled out. Leaving you lifeless and groaning. Usually he was never a teaser but he wanted you to come with him and he wasn’t done with you.

He brushed your lips roughly with his thumb letting some not yet dried blood coat your lips and chin. Jason’s calloused large hands brushed over your body letting you bask in the sexual frustration. Blood looked good on you, but he would never admit that. This was a different Jason tonight. This was the ruthless killer. The demon of the water and the ghost of the forest.

Watching you try to return to normal he pulled the belt a bit more just curious for your threshold. Slowly he thrust himself back into you, too slow, a deadly slow. Forcing him to resist every urge to cum right now. You moaned and tried to move your hips into his swallowing his cock completely, but with his free hand he grabbed your hip stopping you. He was in control tonight. “F-fuck... babe... please” you struggled to talk as the belt was cutting off your air supply. Jason gave his infamous head tilt before completely filling you. He looked down watching you stretch on his cock. Controlling your hips he held you there for a few seconds before almost pulling out completely only to ram back into you, hitting the back of your uterus and repeating. Each time the bed shook, hitting the wall. Trying to moan, your eyes rolling back into your skull, maybe from total pleasure or the lack of oxygen, it didn’t matter it was perfect.

His hand digging into your hip surly to leave bruises, he gave a few more solid thrusts into you before your walls clamped down around him and your bodies succumbed to the pleasure and released. You on him and him in you. One last loud grunt filled the hot air, and then everything was silent. Just hearing the rain hit the windows.

Jason looked down at you, with fresh eyes that were not filtered by lust. You laid there looking like one of his victims. Lifeless, smeared with blood and bruises already forming from under his hands. He quickly undid the belt throwing it to the floor examining the redness it caused as you coughed and gasped for air. Jason held your head steady and locked eyes with you again, making sure you were ok. You could tell he felt like shit by the marks he made on you, and by what he had put you through. He watched your every breath waiting for it to become normal again. “Babe... I love you... thank you”

Jason pulled out and lifted you, gentling placing your recovering body in the bathtub. Running the warm water cleaning the foreign blood off your naked body. The rest of the night you laid in bed, listening to the storm pass, him holding you close and you falling asleep on his chest. With every flash of the lightning he observed the redness growing and deepening to purples around your neck, feeling horrible but smriking at the same time by remembering what it felt like to be so encapsulated by lust.

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theweasleywife · 4 years

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Her Little Secret

Part 2 of ‘His Little Secret’

(George Weasley x Gryffindor Reader)

Where a young Gryffindor girl learns she’s caught the attention of a certain red-headed Weasley.

Thank you guys for your patience! I’m planning for one more part of this little mini-series ◡̈ Hope you all enjoy part 2! 🍁🧡

To be quite honest, Y/N had no idea the spell she cast on the people around her. She kept quiet and to herself, not wanting to be the center of attention ever. She was a bit of an outcast in her own eyes; though, if you’d ask anyone else she appeared a lone wolf. She was independent and unintentionally intimidating- her kindness shook everyone to their very bones.

Y/N was shy, probably too much for her own good. Often she’d find herself observing the world around her rather than being a part of it. It was entertaining to her to observe the first years tripping over their robes rushing to class, the Whomping Willow swatting flies that landed upon its branches, and the silent scurrying of the trouble-seeking cat, Mrs. Norris.

Neither a Quidditch player or a member of the Slug Club, Professors often got on her back for her lack of involvement. Snape, in particular, always encouraged the young Gryffindor girl to put herself out of her comfort zone. He’d taken her under his wing, seeing how she felt alone and he related to her situation. The moody professor had been there for her from the beginning- encouraging her to keep up on her studies, speak up during class, and to maintain her own backbone through her years at Hogwarts.

“You mustn’t let others tell you what to do, Y/N,” Snape would say to her in his signature monotone voice, his finger wagging in front of her face. Often, he’d ask her to stay after class so he could mentor the young girl. “Your actions are up to you, however, I’d encourage you to learn a little more of the world outside of your books, girl. Life doesn’t stand still- even for the best of us.”

Finally, in her fourth year at Hogwarts, she seemed to have found her footing. Her classmates were shocked to see her hand held high in class so much and even more shocked when they’d hear her ramble about why “exotic seaweed is such a product of its environment, Professor Sprout, and it’s so beautiful how something so delicate underwater can be so vile on land.” After years of observing the world around her, she’d finally felt that she belonged to it. She had gained the courage to make new friends and often found herself discussing philosophy with Luna Lovegood and laughing with Seamus Finnegan as he lit his eyebrows aflame during a spell gone wrong.

For the first time in four years, the young Gryffindor felt surrounded by the love she exuded. Her kindness was no longer just a one way street; her fellow classmates began to smile at her in the hallway and invite her to Quidditch matches, often forcing her to paint her face red and gold in the name of “Gryffindor pride.” First-years and second-years would ask the beautiful girl for tips on how to get on Snape’s good side and even Professor McGonagall marveled at how Y/N had bloomed.

***

It was during a tutoring session in the library with Hermione Granger, a Second-Year and possibly the brightest witch Y/N had ever met, that she was told about how she had caught a certain red-headed Weasley’s eye.

“You know, Y/N, it has come to my attention that George Weasley is absolutely mad about you,” tutted Hermione with her chin in the air, the paper her quill hovered over long forgotten.

Y/N blushed and pushed her hair behind her ear, “Shut it, Hermione. Gossip won’t pass your OWLs for you, will it?”

“Oh, you’re blushing- I knew it! I just knew it! You’re mad for him, too, aren’t you?”

“That’s none of your business!” Y/N said. “Though, he does look quite dashing today, doesn’t he?” Y/N gazed longingly over to where George sat with Fred and Angelina, not even three rows behind the two gossiping witches.

Y/N had harbored a crush on George Weasley since the second she stepped foot in the Great Hall for the first time. A bunch of bumbling baboons they were- the group of First Years making their way down the main aisle to take part in The Sorting. She had been so nervous. She didn’t care much for Slytherin and was indifferent towards Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw. So badly, though, she wanted to be a part of Gryffindor- just as her mother and father were. She was nearly shaking the closer and closer her name got to being called. And finally, Minerva McGonnagall sang out the words she dreaded to hear, “Y/N Y/L/N, it is your time to be sorted. Please take a seat on the stool and place the Sorting Hat atop your head.”

From there it was a blur, she recalls the anxiety choking her as she sat facing the long tables in the Great Hall and how she had crossed her fingers so incredibly tightly in the hope that she would get her wish. What she remembers most vividly, though, is the reassuring smile of George Weasley. Having already been sorted into Gryffindor, he observed the trepidatious girl at the front of the Hall with his fingers crossed behind his back, hoping she might get the house he had been sorted into. Her nervousness made her look particularly pretty, he thought. Luckily for the pair, the Sorting Hat only took about ten seconds to decide her fate- Gryffindor. And so, on their first night at wizardry school, all of the new Gryffindor students sat with each other- their excitement boiling over in wicked smiles and booming laughter.

Y/N never forgot the small act of kindness the boy had shown her and, even though an outsider wouldn’t consider them friends, she always had a soft spot for the mischievous Weasley Twins. George had never paid much attention to her after their first night, though, and Y/N seriously wondered if Hermione knew what she was talking about.

“Well, you see Y/N, I feel it is my business as I am about to oblige you with some important information,” began the scheming girl. “Ron, George’s brother, told Harry who told Luna who told Cho who told me that George has liked you since we got back this year,” spilled Hermione without even taking a breath. “I believe it to be important that you know this since we all feel you and George are practically soulmates and, therefore, should fall madly in love with each other as soon as it is possible to do so.”

Taken aback by all the information that just spewed out of her student (and friend’s) mouth, Y/N sat in silent shock- her jaw dropped, a heavy blush on her cheeks, and a twinkle in her eyes. Hearing that George Weasley, the George Weasley, was keen on Y/N left her gobsmacked and speechless. She was overwhelmed and, as much as she wanted to jump out of her seat and scream happily from the top of her lungs, she found herself frozen.

“Hello- Earth to Y/N,” Hermione snapped her fingers in front of her completely still tutor. The astonished girl (whose face was as red as a beet) snapped back to reality.

“I’m sorry, Hermione, I have to go,” she began shoving all of the miscellaneous papers scattered across the table into her books, picking them up to hold tightly against her chest. “Thank you for telling me, by the way. I’ll see you at the game tonight, right?”

Hermione giggled at how flustered Y/N had become, “Yes, of course. Though, I’m not the only one you’ll be seeing during the game,” she said, wiggling her eyebrows. Y/N rushed away from the library leaving behind one very content and calculated Hermione Granger.

***

Y/N felt quite badly for leaving poor Hermione in the middle of their study session, but she felt so overwhelmed she wanted to be alone. That’s why when she and Luna made their way to the Quidditch Pitch that night, Y/N made sure to keep her eye out for Hermione. She wanted to apologize for leaving (but also thank her for telling her about George). She’d spent the afternoon wondering if Hermione was fibbing or if the truth had gotten lost in the game of telephone. She came to the conclusion that Hermione wasn’t the kind of person to share information like that unless she was certain it was true.

Making their way up the soaring stands, shoving through the masses of excited students and professors alike, Luna and Y/N made themselves comfortable next to Hermione and her friends, Harry and Ron. Smiling at the trio, the biting wind had them all huddling together for warmth.

“So, Y/N,” started Ron, who was smiling cheesily. “You here to see anyone special? Reckon I’ve never seen you willingly come to a game of Quidditch,” laughed out the younger Weasley.

“Shut it, Ron, this isn’t a laughing matter,” Harry excused his best friend.

Hermione pitched in, “Quite right, Harry, it’s love.” Y/N rolled her eyes, ignoring the younger kids and turning towards the pitch. The Ravenclaw and Gryffindor teams had already flown their broomsticks up towards the sky and Y/N could faintly see Oliver Wood flailing his hands about as if to say, “I don’t know why we have to play if we already know Gryffindor will win.”

Lee Jordan’s voice could be heard as the game came to fruition, “And we’re off!”

It was an intense match- probably the most hot-blooded Hogwarts had ever seen the students compete. It was absolutely hectic on the field and yet, through all of the chaos, Y/N always seemed to find George Weasley.

***

As she lay in bed that night, she knew sleep wouldn’t dare take over her mind. Her thoughts were all over the place and rest was the last thing she wanted. If it was possible to do so, she wished that she could spend the rest of her life thinking about how handsome George was. He had everything that one could possibly ever want. With wicked humor and quick wit, he always kept everyone on their toes. The more Y/N thought about his wide shoulders, strong arms, and mischievous smile, the more she knew she was in trouble.

If what Hermione had told her ended up being true, she didn’t know how much more silence she could handle from him. She was tired of being the shy and quiet observer and more than anything yearned to gain the affections of her crush. She hadn’t known how to keep her little secret under wraps anymore and she knew that she couldn’t wait much longer for love. Snape was right- time didn’t stand still and Y/N was determined to make the best of it.

For now, though, she decided that this random boost of confidence would be best dealt with in the morning. As she lay resting, her mind drifting from dream to dream about the ginger jokester, she had no clue as to what the future held. But one thing was for certain.

She decided that night that he was the love of her life. He just didn’t know it yet.

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tomdiddlyumptious · 3 years

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Can u do a Tom Holland x black reader

Where there relationship has been secret for a while and reader confronts him while there with the ffh cast at a get together and they have a huge argument in front of everyone and reader starts to think he wants to keep her a secret because of what she looks like . Ending in fluff

YES. BTW IF ANYONE ELSE HAS REQUESTS THROW THEM AT ME I NEED TO MAKE IT UP TO UU GUYS🥺

Summary: huh-

Warnings: uhhhh- a dick thomas and a faking it andddd- NOW NOW NOW NANANANA NOW YÆS- jk fluff

A/n: AYO CHILL WITH THE FOLLOWS-AHHHH I LYSMMMMMMMM-

You wanted to not care, you wanted to act like your feelings weren’t hurt- but it wasn’t true, it wasn’t fair. You sigh and laid in bed with him thinking about everything you gave to him, everything you’ve done for him.....but he can’t even take you outside? What the fuck, no really. What the actual fuck.

Your blood boiled on the inside out, just looking at him clouded your mind with all these negative thoughts. You didn’t want it to happen but you couldn’t help it, and since you refused to shed a tear your head was pounding and lips slightly chapped. Hearing his moan made you jump a bit, turning your back to him as you acted sleep. “Y/n?” He whispered, turning enough to look at you and smiled, leaning over to kiss up your arm all the way to your cheek as he took his hand to rub your waist. “Y/n wake up, I wanna make you coffee” he chuckled, biting your ear before kissing it. You opened your eyes and tried best not to laugh, just something about getting caught always made you giggle.

“Hmm?” You let out when he pressed a kiss to your lips, “I wanna make you coffee” you smacked your lips and laid back down “Thomas I’m still tired” lie, you just wanted time to yourself to think about what your gonna do. “Pleaseeeee y/nnnnn!” He shook you and you groaned “fine” he smiled and bit your revealed shoulder making you squeal and try to wiggle him away leaving him laughing at you before he stood up and walked to the kitchen.

“Soooooo” he tried to ease the sudden tension sitting at the table, looking at you drinking the coffee. “Yes?” You looked up at him, placing the mug down. “Uh, I don’t know....just wanted to speak to you ya know?” “Nah I don’t” you shook your head and he furrowed his eyebrows at the mean comment, wondering what went wrong, but he knew better to bother you or else you’d go off the chain. “Zendaya wants to see you” Tom smiled, putting his hands in his lap and rubbing them together while he looked away from you. “Really?” You asked.

It was like a child and their independent, self centering father were talking....the silence loud and the father barely even caring...or at least that’s what it looked like. “Yeah, and so does Jacob, haz, Laura and tony” he cheered up, excited to see you happy. “When?” You grinned as he chuckled, “today, we have to go for lunch” he moved his chair closer to you and pressed a kiss on your forehead before holding your hand. “I love you so much, y/n” it wasn’t the first time he said that, but when he did it sent you unplesant chills as the angel and devil on your shoulders agrued.

‘If he were to love you then he would show you off’ ‘y/n no, he might be scared to’ ‘what is there to be so fücking afraid of, listen to me’ ‘stay positive! You both are gonna get there’ ‘you’ve been dating for multiple months, it’s not even fücking dating it’s like a fling at this point, just a longggg fling-‘

You cut them both out and looked at him “I-I” you choked. “Don’t worry you don’t have to say it, I already know you do” he chuckled.

‘What a cocky bitch’ ‘he just said he loves you!’ ‘He’s laughing at you because you can’t say three simple words’ ‘he’s not pressuring you into doing anything, listen to me!’ ‘You’ve been getting negative signs every single months, it’s time to fucking move on’ ‘just give him another chance! He can change!’ ‘He won’t y/n, he wont’

You didn’t know how to stick to, your angel couldn’t fight anymore because the your devil kept pointing out the larger things and storing up the pot, you chose angel this time and decided to give him one more single chance, after that it’s done. You know your worth.

You smiled up at him and put a kiss to his lips thanking him “it’s no problem princess”

After that whole shannanagin you washed the dishes and took another nap on the couch this time, you wanted to watch Disney+. Tommy woke you up and told you to get ready so you did, just something comfy like sweats and an oversized hoodie with some uggs, he wore jeans and a sweatshirt per usual. “You ready?” He asked watching you when you looked up and nodded, he smile and held his hand out for you to take and you put it there.

‘He’s using you!’ ‘He’s being nice!’

You told your conscious to shut up mentally and then poof they left, the ride was silent and playing some random songs that you couldn’t catch while he tapped his fingers on the wheel.

Once you came in the small quiet restaurant you all sat around the table saying hi to each other, tom sat next to you on the right and on the left was the boys while the rest of the girls sat across from you. Food was ordered and you all were chatting “sooo I see that you two are hanging out a whole bunch...what’s goin on?” Zendaya said. You looked at Thomas “no we aren’t together” he laughed “she’s a friend”

That hit so deep. To deep. You only nodded your head and filled your cheeks with air, Tom looked at you with a smile, his eyes happy too. “Yeah just friends!” You agree, “right” he said after, you released the air in your cheeks and bit the side of your lip. “Cool” Zendaya smiled and looked down at her plate.

Everything was normal for everyone else except you, the small people on your shoulders appearing.

‘I told youuuuu’ ‘y/n I never thought that I could agree with him’ your angel pointed to your devil ‘but I do, whatever needs to come it has to’ the devil perked up to the words, standing and walking to your ear before whispering all the things he’s done.

As you mind cakes up your eyes flare and nostrils perk and jitter, “I have to use the bathroom” you looked at Tom and he only shrugged but noticing the look in your eye he could tell somethings wrong. You stood and walked in the bathroom, your hands shook as you sat ontop of the counter, taking time to yourself to try and calm down but that’s all that you could think about. Trying to be respectful as possible.

Tom pretended to walk inside the men’s bathroom but instead came into the woman’s, seeing you stare at your hands. “Y/n?” He tried to be gentle. “What the fuck do you want, Thomas?” You looked up at him. “What-“ “get out” “tell me what’s wrong” he stepped in and the bathroom door closed by it’s self. “what’s wrong? We aren’t dating so what does that matter? Leave me alone” “I’m not leaving you a fücking lone, you need to get your act together so you can sit down with your fucking friends” he said sternly.

“What am I? Your fucking pet? Child? No the fuck I’m not!” You stood, walking over slowly. “I’ve tried my fücking best to ignore it, to suck it up, to hide it, but you fucking enrage me SO MUCH that I can’t help it!” “Shut up y/n your being to loud” “IM BEING TO LOUD? HERE ILL BE MORE FUCKING QUIETER!” You raised your voice louder.

Everyone’s eyebrows furrowed as they could hear your screams.

As you got closer he backed up more. “Y/n please-“ “what thomas? You dont wanna let everyone know what a fucking bitch you are? The fact that you LIE TO EVERYONE about our relationship”

At this point you were so blinded you didnt notice that you were infront of everyone.

“Why do you hide me away?” You genuinely asked, and suddenlyyou were crashed by a sudden rush of anxiety. “is it because i dont look like your past exes?” He was backed up against the table as you stopped right infront him, your eyes started to water as he didnt reply.

“Y/n i-“ zendaya harrison and jacob looked at tom too, it was clear what the problem was and zendaya was getting kinda mad and was waiting for an answer.

“Thomas” you begged and he had nothing, he said.... nothing.

Tears fell down his cheek as he watched you sniffle and rub your nose, grabbing your bag and running out.

Everyone watched him in silence as he leaned back into the table “excuse me” the lady gently said, tom noticed it wasnt his table so he only walked out of the store and waited outside.

He watched as you pulled out of the car but he didnt even feel like trying to make you come back, you do need to have some time to yourself.

“Fuck” he let out, wondering why he didnt say anything nor do anything. Harrison walked outside and sat next to him.

“Why?” He asked and tom looked at him. “I dont know i just felt like- i felt like my fans were gonna hurt her” “but you did” harrison pointed at tom “you didnt even give a chance and she stuck by your side for how long?” Tom told away and as he speaked he noticed how much of a dick he was......is.

You cried in the bed while you had your things out, getting ready to pack them up as you could barely breathe choking ob your sobs.

What did i do wrong? What did i do to deserve this? Should i change?

All these things running through your head and distracting yourself from putting your stuff up.

You ened up crying your ass off, crying it longer then the months that youve both been together, its all that you could think about honestly.

So when he came home you didn’t even notice your head hurt and your eyes stung, cuddling the pillow while your clothes were on the floor.

He hated seeing you like this, it made him cry and something he couldnt suck up, so when he saw you hurt and hearing your weeps it instantly hit him and made him come over and sit on the end of the bed, uncontrollable tears falling down his cheeks while he let out matching sobs.

You sat up and saw him, your eyes drying as they filled with hatred you stood and walked but tom beat you to the door, shutting it and locking it behind you.

You pointed to the door silently asking him to let you out but he shook his head refusing to. You walked up to him and tried to take his hand to pull him out the way but instead he forced his arms around your neck to hug you.

“Get off of me!” You yelled muffled. “No” he simply said, kissing your head as tears continued falling down his cheeks. “Get off- please get off!” You tried pushing him but he wouldnt budge.

“You can hit me, push me, whatever you want but im not letting you go” he gripped tighter speaking into your hair. “Fuck you” you muttered and he replied with a ‘i know’.

You both sat in silence all day and he was still hugging you but you didnt hug back until you calmed down, sobbing into his chest. “Y/n, you’re the one i want, you’re the one i need. So im begging you please... just dont leave me” he whispered starring at wall, his fingers touching your hair and trying to sooth you.

“Im scared your gonna leave me tom” you look up at him with your chin on his chest. He looker back at you “i cant even think of it, darling” he rubbed away your tears “but why-“ “i was scared” “what is there to be so afraid of?” “My fans are terrible... at least the 12 year olds” he chuckled “im scared they wont see the same beauty i see in my eyes, id rather keep you to myself then share you with this cruel world”

He reached down and kissed your forehead. “But youve been doing it for so long and-“ you sighed “i didnt feel like it was that long, you made me feel like-like you took it away. Like i could spend forever with you and it woukd seem like it was just an hour or so”

You gave him a weak smile and he returned it, reaching to meet his lips you did, the kiss salty from the shared tears but no one was complaining, you both laid in the bed and he cuddled right behind you, while you were sleep he took a picture and posted it with the caption ‘couldnt ever ask for anything better, love you y/n’

After that he shut off his phone and returned to your side and pressed a kiss on your neck before falling asleep, safe and sound.

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A lot like ‘Us’ (Part-24)

Word count: 3.5K

Pairing: Sam X Reader AU

Warnings: Feels, angst, the usual

Series Summary: Y/N Y/L/N is eager and honestly, still in awe that she managed to get herself an acceptance from Stanford Law School. On the face of it, her life seems as put together, mysterious and independent as one might hope for. On the insides, she carries the burden of past that haunts her till date. Seemingly, she’d left it all behind; that is until she sets foot in the class of the Law School’s youngest, most promising professor.

A/N: Thank you for all the love, guys <3

The story employs two different timelines. The present timeline for the story takes place in 2014. Please let me know what you guys think :)

Beta: @deanssweetheart23. I love you <3

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You stumbled on to the sofa in a bit of a daze, drawing the rug over you to keep the chill at bay. Your mind was screaming out in a dissonance of voices, all telling you different things at the same time, pushing you to go back to him, to ask him why didn’t he rid himself of a relationship that must have brought him nothing but hurt and pain? Why had he dragged this marriage all by himself for so long?

It was clear as day now- there was no other girl in Sam’s life. Only you. For all your incessant speculation, it had only ever been you.

“Y/N, you okay?”

Meg was next to you, her hand on your arm. “What happened?”

“I’m still married to him,” you whispered. “I’m still married to Sam. Meg-” you turned to her- “I thought he would’ve annulled the marriage. He had no reason to be bound to it. I left him high and dry. It’s the first thing he should’ve done- free himself… but… I saw his wedding ring. I can’t believe…”

Meg got up and walked to the fridge. You watched as she pulled out two beer bottles, opened them with her teeth and handed you one. She took a seat next to you, swinging her arm around your shoulder.

Slowly, you brought the bottle to your lips and took a swig. The cold bitterness of the beer was strangely comforting next to the warmth of your friend’s body. Meg didn’t utter a word. She drank from her own bottle, not easing the grip on your shoulder.

It was going to be a whole new challenge to face Sam now. Up until today you were simply happy that in Sam’s friendship, you were getting back crumbs of what you used to have. To know that he was still very much yours and yet not yours at all was very very painful. Wouldn’t you want to fling yourself at him the next time you saw him?

You wanted to ask Sam why he hadn’t severed the ties legally, but you didn’t think you had it in you. What would you say? So hey, Sam… remember when you loved me so much, but I left you anyway? Yeah, so why are we still married?

He’d kept his every promise, been faithful to you all along. You realised with a shock that you and Sam had been looking at the whole situation from two completely different angles. When you’d seen him in the lecture hall, a part of your past- one which you’d tried to bury very deep had resurfaced again. For him, he’d stepped into a generic lecture and found his wife staring down at him. It explained so much- Why he’d never been as lost to himself as you had been to yourself. You had resented his ability to smile, to be himself while you’d been a wreck all these years. Only now did you understand that the reason he had held on to himself was because he had never let go of you.

Silent tears rolled down cheeks as anger and disgust for yourself weighed you down.

“It’ll be alright,” Meg said in a low voice.

You took another swig, wondering if Sam will ever stop surprising you and knowing once again that you never deserved him.

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

“Bad night?” Madison was sympathetic.

You answered honestly, “It was my doing, I had it coming.”

“We’re almost to the end. You can sleep the exhaustion off.”

The two of you were sitting in the front row, waiting to be called up on the stage for the vote of thanks. It was relieving that the Induction fair had come to an end without any incidence- everything had gone as smoothly as you had planned and a lot of the alumni had come up to you to congratulate you for planning and managing it so well. You even had a couple of contact cards tucked in the pocket of your jacket, asking you to give them a call for the summer internship.

Madison was really impressed that you had offers. Summer internships were rare for first years, especially so without recommendations. She was sad for herself that Acton Griswold never broke the first year rule. You encouraged her to use her dad’s influence if it helped. It wasn’t like she would be taking someone else's place. She would only be creating one for herself. To be a good lawyer, one had to be pragmatic, you understood that very well and didn’t judge Madison for wanting to use all the resources at her disposal.

When it was time for the vote of thanks, you made it a point to thank all the speakers and hosts and then your team- each of the members individually for having your back. There had been some wonderful lectures and discussions. You might have been biased, but Sam’s had been the best- it was hopeful and inspiring. He’d looked great on the stage.

Afterwards, the committee had arranged a small lunch for the alumni still left, in one of the campus eateries. There was expensive alcohol and enticing music. A lot of people made their way to the center of the room and began dancing again, trying to revive the mood from last night. On your part, you were simply trying to avoid Sam. You could sense that he was trying to catch your eyes- probably to ask you why you had left so suddenly last evening. Luckily, he was a popular target and people kept going up to him to strike conversations.

You felt a hand on your shoulder, then another at your waist, making you jump back a step.

“Hey, it’s me!” Brad said with his usual arrogant grin.

“What’re you doing?”

“You promised me a dance, remember?”

You wanted to slap yourself for agreeing to it. “I didn’t promise anything.”

“Aw, don’t be like that,” he smirked. “You said one dance. Yesterday your guy didn’t leave you for a second and then you disappeared. At least, let me have one dance now?”

You knew from experience that he wouldn’t budge, so as annoying as it was, you put your hand on his shoulder- not to draw yourself closer to him, but to maintain a firm distance. If you were going to dance, it would be at your terms.

“Gee, I’m feeling very lucky today!”

“I can’t even dance.”

“That’s fine.” There it was again, the overconfidence. “Hey, listen. Me and the guys and some people from class are having a pool party this weekend. I’ll see you there, right?”

“I can’t. I’ll be working this weekend.”

He rolled his eyes. “I know you aren’t working. I checked the schedule at the library. So don’t even try to wiggle out of this one.”

“I don’t know why you won’t give up, Brad,” you sighed as you moved from side to side.

“Because I know one day you’ll say yes. No one’s ever said no to me… except you.”

“So this is about your ego?”

He snorted. “It’s because I really like you. At least, give it a shot. What’s stopping you?”

The fact that I don’t like you. At all. And oh, apparently, I’m married.

“I’m not interested in dating anyone,” you told him flatly.

Something in his eyes changed, they became darker, his jaw tensed. “Let me change your mind.” His hand pressed against the small of your back, bunching up in the fabric of your dress. The fingers resting against your shoulders dug into the skin. He leaned in quickly- before you could react- far too quickly.

Just as you braced yourself to push him away, another hand landed on your shoulder, right above Brad’s, yanking his fingers away none too gently.

“Y/N!” A cheerful voice exclaimed, pulling you right from Brad’s arms into his own.

“I’ve been looking for you everywhere,” said Chase Lincoln, with the sort of jovial outrage that comes only after years and years of friendship. “How dare you evade me like this, you frivolous wench!”

You were absolutely baffled; next to you, so was Brad.

Chase turned to give him a dismissive look. “I’m sorry, mate,” he said, not sounding sorry at all. “I have some business to settle with this girl, here. If you’ll excuse us.”

Without waiting for Brad to react, Chase whirled you away, single handedly managing to keep the both of you upright.

“I’m sorry, I don’t know what you mean,” you stuttered, as he spun you. His hands were light on your waist and in your hand- very respectable.

“Don’t say sorry,” he grinned. “I thought you were in a bit of a tight spot over there.”

“I was,” you breathed, still trying to keep up with his pace of dancing. You wanted to thank him for saving you from that, at the same time you didn't want to utter the words because you barely knew the man.

“Look-”

“Don’t thank me,” he cut you off. “It was the decent thing to do. Besides, my friend over there would have snapped a tendon or two, if I hadn’t.”

Chase jerked his head in the direction and you followed with your gaze to see Sam standing ramrod straight, hands balled into fists, jaw clenched. Even from this far away you could see he was coiled like a tight wire about to snap.

“He couldn’t intercede,” Chase said in a low voice. “And I couldn’t help but. Then there’s also the matter that I’ve been dying to get in a word with the lovely Mrs. Winchester. It’s not like Sam can come break us up either.”

Mrs. Winchester. The name resonated in your ears. If you hadn’t had all of the last miserable night to accept that fact, your legs might have just given out now.”

Chase laughed all of a sudden, the sound apologetic. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you or anything. You can ask me to get the hell lost and that would be that.”

“I don’t know what you want.”

At least, Chase wasn’t hurling abuses at her for ditching Sam.

“It’s nothing to do with Sam, actually,” he said. You noticed for the first time just how sharp his green eyes were. They gave you the feeling of being Xrayed. Not many people must be able to lie to him. “I have an offer for you.”

“An offer?”

“Yep. How would you like to come and work at Acton Griswold? It’s a great place to work in.”

You stared at him. “You’re kidding, right?”

“Wouldn’t dare.”

“I know Acton Gris doesn’t take first year interns.” Not even with recommendations.

Chase grinned. “Who’s talking about internships? Hell, no. You’ll be left with photo-copying and standing in café lines all day. I’m talking about actual work. I had the chance to go through your CV for the committee selection. Come work there as a part-time paralegal.”

“I wouldn’t fit in,” you mumbled. Chase’s words did not make any sense. You had no backing, neither were you naïve. You knew jobs like that had hundreds and hundreds of applications every week.

His eyes twinkled. “Trust me, you would. I could recommend you. I’m sure after more than two years of working there, I have enough pull.”

“Please, don’t.” Despite having asked Madison to use all the pull, you couldn’t bear the idea of someone doing it for you.

“Look, Sam told me that you helped him out with James’s case. I feel terrible about being swamped that day and not being there for him. Even his assistant, Stacey was on a leave. You saved that poor kid from jail.”

You hadn’t really done anything, and you told Chase that. His answering smile looked peaceful, like you had cleared some unknown test.

“Will you, at least, apply? I swear I won’t do anything to further your application. If you get in, it’ll be all you.” He hesitated before adding. “I won’t tell Sam if you don’t want me to.”

“Oh, no… it’s nothing like that. I don’t want to keep anything from him.” Not anymore.

Chase smiled. “Don’t worry, he’s too high up to be involved with the paralegals anyway. Word around the block is, they’re considering him for senior partner. He’d be the youngest in their history.”

You dropped your hands from around his shoulder, clapping them. “My God, that’s wonderful!” The grin spreading on your lips threatened to split your face. “I can’t think of anyone who would deserve it more.”

“That makes two of us.” Chase let go of you completely. “I’m glad he has someone who would be happy about his successes.”

That wiped the grin off of your face completely.

“He’s not the sort of guy who leaves people behind. When he left Johnson’s, he didn’t ditch Stacey, he brought her along… and me. I don’t think he has the ability to move on.”

The words felt heavy in the air between the two of you, and with Chase’s eyes boring into yours it was impossible to look away. He was imploring you to believe him.

He gave you his patented grin, one that said he was up to no good. “And unlike your college here, Acton Gris has no policy against fraternizing. I’ll see you around, Y/N!” Chase nodded and backed away, leaving you standing there wondering what the hell had just happened.

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

Sam hurriedly cleared his desk, in an effort to get out soon. Sundays were strictly reserved for Max… It’s a rule he didn’t break, Induction fairs notwithstanding. Those were mandatory for him as a faculty member.

So much for him dreading the Induction fair because it would be boring. Sam should have known nothing with Y/N could be even remotely disinteresting. In the past weekend, he’d oscillated from the nervousness of a teenager to a piercing hope. Today, he’d almost had a coronary.

Sam knew it was wrong. God, he knew it was wrong to want to punch a guy- especially a student! But he’d been touching Y/N… when she didn’t want to be touched. Sam could have sworn, that guy had leaned in with the intention of kissing her. He was almost sure. God bless Chase’s soul for jumping in when he did.

Chase had drawn her in his arms gently, and then turned to throw Sam a wink. Chase was the best wingman when he wanted to be one.

Then there was the new anxiety of having Chase with her. Y/N- she wasn’t like other people. She felt things too deeply and Chase didn’t know that. What if he said anything that unconsciously hurt her… or accidentally mentioned Max or something from Sam’s past? As it is the way she’d left yesterday had Sam on edge.

Abruptly Y/N grinned and Chased bowed just a bit. Sam’s whole body relaxed.

He turned around and headed back to his office in the Law building. Standing there, watching Y/N was only drawing him thin. There were still a few papers he needed to grade and then get back to Max as soon as possible.

Not for the first time, Sam was grateful for Max. In all this mess, his kid kept him tethered. Sam would have gone off the orbit and done something stupid regarding Y/N. But one thought of Max and he was grounded back to reality. Max was his first priority… not that the kid was making it any easy for him lately.

Sam had seen him looking at Y/N’s photo again last night. The picture, one of her standing by the balcony, was taken a few days after her first acceptance. She was smiling down at Dean who was mowing the lawn and Sam had clicked the moment unbeknownst to her. She looked gorgeous. Sam couldn’t bear to see it everyday, so the picture had remained in the first drawer of his bedside table. In his moments of weakness, he could hold on to it and remind himself, something that pure had been his once.

A flimsy material caught Sam’s attention as he shut his desk drawer. Y/N’s scarf from last night. He hadn’t taken it home with him, choosing to leave it.

Maybe he could drop it at her place on his way home. That would be an innocent reason, right? He could ask her what was up with her yesterday. Y/N had been miffed at Sam for not seeing her in the library often. That meant not meeting him must be a bad thing for her. Sam was more excited about the prospect of returning her scarf than he was about most things in his life.

The door to Sam’s office sprang open, making him look up in surprise.

Y/N’s roommate, Meg, was standing at the door, her face a mask of contempt.

“Meg,” he said, surprised.

“Didn’t expect me, did you?”

Her hostile sneer would have tipped him off, had Sam not been riding the high if getting to see Y/N.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t,” he said. “Please, take a seat.”

“Cut out your bullshit, Winchester,” she spat, coming up to him. “What do you think you’re doing making Y/N’s life miserable like that?”

Sam couldn’t understand. “What… what do you mean?”

“Don’t,” she hissed. “Don’t you dare act like you don’t know anything. Every time she meets you, Y/N’s a wreck. When she found out you were the one who got her home that night… she was besides herself. I’ve never seen her so terrified or more out of her element. And I don’t know what the fuck you did to her last night, but she couldn’t stop crying.”

Meg took another step forward. “You think it’s so cool dragging her along with you like this? Why don’t you set her free? Or are you that much of a sadist to see her suffer day in and day out?”

“Suffer?” He repeated dully.

“When I first saw her, Y/N looked dead,” Meg said, fury in each word. “Her eyes were sunken and her cheeks were hollowed. When she laughed for the first time, it sounded hysterical, like she’d forgotten how to do it. Hell, her skin stretched over her bones even when she smiled. I’ve seen her struggle day after day trying to get a hold on herself, learn how to be happy again… and if you mess that up, Winchester, I swear I’ll smash your face in.”

Sam knew he should say something back, anything, but the picture that Meg had painted was too painful… a hollow Y/N, the one that had left him in the hospital. If she’d been the same when she moved in with Meg, how many years had she suffered at the stake of such mind numbing agony? And yet, he had seen life behind her eyes… he’d seen her happy, smiling…

“I don’t know what you did to her all those years ago,” she continued, her voice like ice. “Y/N wouldn’t say, but I know it was enough to kill a part of her. And I know somehow it was your fault.”

“Did she say that? Did Y/N say it was because of me?”

“No!” She spat, frustrated. “I don’t know why she can’t see what you’re doing to her. I can. You’re a slow seeping poison. Just leave her alone. Y/N was happy before you decided to come back and wreck her life again. Set her free.”

Something was choking Sam’s breath, words just wouldn’t come out. Was he keeping her from happiness? Was that why she had fled last night?

Meg jabbed a finger in his direction. “Remember.”

She turned on her heel and was almost out of the door when Sam managed to croak, “Meg-”

Meg looked over her shoulder.

With numb legs Sam made his way to her. “Take this with you,” he said, handing her the scarf with shaking hands. “It’s Y/N’s. She gave it to me yesterday. It would be best if you give it back to her.”

Meg snatched the scarf from him and then with one last look of derision, stormed out.

All Sam could do was fall in his chair, hands raking through his hair. What had he been thinking? What had been playing at? As if there was any chance in the world that he wouldn’t remind Y/N of what she had lost. Of course she was hurting and it was his damn fault, because he thought they could be friends again, because he hoped it could ever lead to anything more.

And there was always Max to think of. Right in front of his eyes the flimsy dream he had brought to life collapsed in a heap of shattered glass. Maybe in a parallel reality somewhere, Y/N would be in his life, Max would be their son and everything would be perfect. This was not that world. Here, Sam was sentenced to live out his life by himself and he’d be damned if let Y/N get hurt because of him again.

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