#i just found out the real meaning of the taste of her cherry chapstick and I'm screaming
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The taste of her cherry chapstick
About: Mikyoung goes on an exclusive party, but she gets more than what she expected.
Feature: Jennie from Blackpink, Jiwoo and Somin from Kard, Mina, Momo, and Nayeon from Twice
Word Count: 3.6k
Time: May 2020
Warnings: Alcohol consumption, Mikyoung gets some fun in form of making out. And I think that's it.
Mikyoung wasn't sure how she had gotten to that party. By car, a cynical part of her would say, but even then she didn't mean it like that, but rather what were the life choices she did to get invited to the party. The first thing was that she was an idol, and idol were invited to stuff by other idols, and all she needed was to be friendly. And Mikyoung was friendly, when she wanted to, and that had been enough to be friends with Kard, which led her to Jiwoo saying there was a party somewhere and she should be going.
That somewhere ended up being a club, and there were a lot of idols she didn't know, but she was introduced to at some point. But there were far more than she would ever befriend, and that led her to think that Hazel would have the time of her life here… if only people from the 2000 were allowed. Hazel had kept pestering to get her to said party, but Mikyoung had said no as many times as needed for her to understand, which she didn't, but part of the leader thing was to say no when it was needed.
She would've brought Jieun, however, she knew that she wouldn't want to go, so after asking once and only receiving a mumbled response about something, but she didn't take her eyes from the league of legends game she was playing, which Mikyoung took as a response, she wouldn't be going. And she didn't even ask Jin, since she would be going out with someone, yet she didn't want to say anything about who.
It didn't really matter, she was now on her own, as Jiwoo had gone somewhere she couldn't hear over the loud music, but since Jiwoo got Somin with her, she could only guess it was to the bathroom. Mikyoung wasn't a party girl, she rarely went to parties, no matter where they were, she was used to the calmness that came with being in a calm group, and let Hazel do all the befriending others, after all she was good at that. It's not that she wasn't good with it, she was also good at befriending, but she didn't really trust how real friends could be in the idol world. Exceptions were Kard, and the few idol friends she had from her trainee years.
A good example of it was Nayeon, who she met on JYP when she was a trainee, and she was almost placed on Twice… which she now was thankful she didn't. She couldn't see herself in that group, and maybe she couldn't see herself in a group where she didn't have Jieun, Jin, and even Hazel, despite the way she was. A small smile on her face, she watched as Momo was dancing in a way that no one would believe she was a skilled dancer, many others dancing in a carefree way, knowing that no one would be judged by that. There, no one worried about what could be said about them, if there were cameras or not, just people wanting the same privacy they've found.
Mikyoung looked almost out of place just sitting there, drinking beer when she could've ordered many expensive drinks, or even tried some cocktail she didn't even know how it would taste and looked interesting enough to risk herself to get alcohol poisoning. But she was nothing if not a simple girl who enjoyed the reliable taste of what she already knew, and being around the people she knew she could trust. And perhaps, the people her friends trusted, but that was a big, bold maybe.
The short nails of her free hand drummed the songs she was hearing playing out loud, as if she could hear the chords of a guitar that, in most cases, didn't even sound. She looked out of place, but fitting at the same time, like the dark shadow needed to show the light that were other idols, as most of them were dressed in expensive brands, or clothes that asked for people to take a look at them. The band leader wasn't good with dressing for parties, and Jiwoo had confirmed it when she saw her, saying that the younger girl looked more like she had a gig on the bar than being part of the people who would be interested in being inside the bar. Mikyoung accepted the teasing, knowing she actually deserved it, and she proposed that next time she'd be the one to dress her up.
Of course, Somin intervened and told her she'd be the one to help her, since Jiwoo would end up dressing her just like that. And at the moment, it felt good to have two friends that would gladly take over the role of an older sister, giving a meaning to the honorific used. Plus, knowing they were there helped her not feeling so out of place.
A pair of hands were put on her shoulders, making Mikyoung jump and almost knock her beer out of her hands, but after turning around she saw Nayeon, who quickly wrapped her arms around her neck, hugging the guitarist, who was slightly taller than her thanks to the bar stool she was seating in.
“I thought I've seen you somewhere around, but I wasn't sure it was you!” Nayeon greeted her before Mikyoung turned around in her seat to hug her more comfortably.
“Jeon Jiwoo convinced me to come, if it wasn't for her I wouldn't have come, so you can thank her for that.”
The Twice member raised both eyebrows, surprised that someone had managed to convince her to do so, as she had invited her to parties ever since Twice started to get invited, yet Mikyoung had rejected them time after time.
“I thought you were still on promotions, I would've invited you otherwise.” The bunny looking girl had answered apologetic, as if not inviting her friend would've been a great offense to their friendship.
“You know it's no problem, you couldn't know I would come.” The girl's sharp features contrasted with the softness she used in her words to try and make Nayeon feel better, and just for a good measure, she grabbed her beer from the marble bar, holding her friend's hand with her free one. “Now, why don't we go and you show me where the rest of the girls are? I'm sure we'd all have more fun together.”
The older girl beamed at those words, immediately pulling her through the sea of people as she told her how the karaoke would start in a while, and how the whole group was going around splitting up to sing. Of course, Nayeon took that moment to beg the younger to sing with her, and Mikyoung chuckled, deciding that just this one, she could just let herself enjoy without worrying about other things.
Jennie Kim got to the party when it had long started, and had blended with it so easily that Mikyoung wouldn’t have ever seen her if not for what happened long after she went on and sang with her friends, and long after she had finished her first drink. The guitarist had been easy to miss for a while, even more when their circles had been so different, but Jennie had seen her once in a video she found around, one of the many that made WER1 skyrocket every now and then, when the spotlight wasn’t on Hazel, and once she spotted her, there was no way to mistake her for someone else.
She hadn't been particularly interested in girl idols like that, in a way that made her check out in the group's activities just to catch a glimpse of that wolfish grin as she flirted with fans, bringing others deeper in to end up becoming one of them. Jennie wasn't sure if it was fanservice or if the girl was just that flirty, and a part of her wished she could discover it, though she was sure she would melt. And now that she had seen her, with her attention in Mina as she sang with Dahyun, her eyes hard and unforgiving, Jennie couldn't help but think that maybe she could get close to her.
Mikyoung, however, hadn’t seen her, neither realized she was being watched, after all part of being an idol meant to grow a second skin when it came to being watched, making her be blissfully ignorant of the situation, even more in a safe environment like that. And so, she hadn’t realized the idol was interested in her, at least not until Nayeon came with her arm intertwined with the superstar, when she was seated in a stool once again, an hour later. She was waiting for a peach flavored soju, even against her friends disapproval, knowing that she didn’t have the best alcohol tolerance out there, and she had been drinking sips off the other’s cocktails and her own beer. It had made her more sociable, more of a talker, but they knew there was a fine line between Mikyoung being a nice, funny, slightly tipsy girl, and an equally charming but drunk girl.
“Youngie! I was trying to find you, I wanted to introduce you to my friend, Jennie. I’m sure you’ve heard about her already.”
Of course she did, not only her sister was a blink, but Jennie’s face was everywhere, no matter what she did, it was on music shows, news, even if she went out to buy something, odds were that she’d see at least something related to Blackpink, or even hear their music. So, of course she had heard about Jennie, but she heard all about Blackpink’s Jennie, and not a single thing about Jennie Kim, the girl who was more than well dressed for this kind of thing, and had quite ironically a dark pink cocktail on her hand. Mikyoung turned to get a better look at the girl, and she was sure that whatever Jennie was wearing had to be more expensive than whatever she was wearing, and probably more expensive than her whole band’s wardrobe. Yet, there was a lingering kind of shyness that seemed uncharacteristically of the girl, even though the younger one knew that no one was as they seemed once the cameras were off… Or rather, not many showed their real self, for whatever reason it was.
For both Jennie and Nayeon, Mikyoung’s scrutiny of the superstar seemed to drag on for ages, with those eyes that Nayeon knew it was a facade, but Jennie found them both alluring and scary when her eyes were on her. But at the end, the guitarist smiled, and got up from her seat, and after what seemed a few minutes of hesitation, she extended her hand for Jennie to grab. Bae Mikyoung was far less scary once Jennie kissed her cheek instead, and while her blush couldn’t be seen thanks to the lighting of the place, her face was a clear telling of how flustered she seemed.
The younger’s first thought was that it made sense that her perfume smelled like a expensive perfume she hadn’t ever known, but if she had to risk it, she’d say it was Chanel, though Mikyoung wasn’t sure if Chanel have a perfume, but she thought she heard Hazel talk about it once. Jennie’s first thought, however, was about how the girl seemed so out of place that it was endearing. From the way she dressed, to the way she looked, it only made her think about her resemblance to a wolf, and how she seemed to have some kind of wildness of them too, though in the girl it translated to how she rebelled against the idol world in the for of being authentic to the point it could’ve been seen as rude in a world where people pretended to be someone else. Even Jennie herself was pretending to be someone she wasn’t, with her brave and confident facade that she was sure everyone who dared to try could look past. Mikyoung seemed to see past that, yet she didn’t say anything.
Nayeon, who knew when to make an exit, knew her cue was those few seconds of silence in between introductions, and by the time her rocker friend had spoken about the ties with her, she had already ran back to her group, who was looking at the interaction both curious and surprised, not expecting Jennie to even be interested on Mikyoung.
“Isn’t she dating someone?” Sana asked, though she wasn’t sure if she had heard a rumor or if it had been true.
It didn’t took long for the two girls to start talking, at first, it had been about Mikyoung’s plain choice in drinking, then, it was Mikyoung teasing Jennie for the pink drink, and it inevitably ended on a talk about their groups, where the older ended up confessing having heard a few songs, all thanks to a few viral fancams.
“So, since you've seen me, which one is your favorite?”
Jennie thought for a second, then she smiled as she knew which one to pick.
“The Good Night one, on Show Champion, the group was dressed in all red. The group had the third win that day.” The girl with cat-like eyes answered, making the younger chuckle.
“I have my first idol fan… And from a well known group.” Mikyoung teased, smirking before she took a sip of her soju.
Usually, Jennie would have blushed from the teasing, from exposing herself so blatantly to someone who was, all in all, a stranger. Yet with the alcohol running through her veins, she felt more confident than she truly was, as if the Jennie she showed on camera suddenly took over her. She found out she did like it, even more when that was what got another side of Mikyoung out, one that seemed far softer than the girl with a powerful gaze and a flirty smirk.
“But what about Twice? Aren't they your fans too?”
“It's not the same, we're friends.”
“And we are not?”
The younger one looked at Jennie for a few seconds, getting slightly closer as she seemed to think about an answer.
“Would you say that we are friends after only one talk? And one happening at a party, nonetheless. If you do, then I'll change the statement to “we're friends I've known since before debut.” which even then would be different.”
“Different in what?” Jennie asked before getting closer to the guitarist. “Am I that special?”
“Well, they've known me since I was really young, before I was an idol, it's not the same.”
“Well, what if I wanna know you more?”
Mikyoung grabbed her phone, quickly unlocking her phone and going to her contacts before giving it to Jennie.
“Then I'll ask for your number so we can get to know each other outside here at some point.”
The Blackpink rapper quickly grabbed the phone, quickly putting on her number and saving it. Before she gave the phone back, she took a quick glance at the lockscreen, seeing how she had a photo of her group.
“So no partner?” Jennie asked, feeling bold.
Mikyoung opened her eyes widely, chuckling in surprise before licking her lips, not sure of how to take her question.
“You get that from a lockscreen? You're right though, I'm single, but the lockscreen was a thing the group ganged up against me. I wanted to get my cat as lockscreen.”
“So the hot guitarist is single.”
Mikyoung shook her head as she got her phone in the pocket of her fake leather jacket, then put her face on her hand, raised by her elbow on the marble bar.
“What do you want from me, Jennie-ssi?”
“Your lips. A kiss.”
“And why would you want a kiss from me?” The black-and-blue haired girl asked.
Jennie thought for a few seconds, thinking about what to say, or how to say it in a way that wouldn't offend the younger.
“Look, I know this far I only came off as an obsessed fan, or that I'm in love with you, but I'm not in love, and I do like your music, though not to the point of being obsessed.” She started saying, earning a raised eyebrow but nothing else. “This is not what I'm used to, I usually don't think about going to a female idol and asking her to kiss me… But the truth is that you caught my attention, and…”
She bit her lip, both out of nervousness and embarrassment, allowing Mikyoung to fill in the gaps to her liking, even if it would make her look like an asshole.
“So you are just… experimenting, and you decided that I could be used for that.” The guitarist said, accurately understanding where it was going.
The rapper didn't say a thing, but it was enough for the other girl to know she was right. In all honesty, Mikyoung was quite honored to be trusted so much by someone else, an idol nevertheless. She knew that, to explore one's sexuality while being in the spotlight was hard, and to trust another idol to kiss and not tell was a lot. Of course, it was also an ego boost to be found hot enough for someone else to want to be the one to kiss her.
“It's just a kiss, right? No sex later on, or going on dates to try and see if you like the feeling and such, right?”
Jennie didn't expect Mikyoung to be so willing to do so, even less to have her deciding that she would help only with a kiss, and nothing more. If the older one had to be honest, it was reassuring even, and made her feel safe in a strange way, as if she was being guided on how much to take, how much it'd be needed for her to know.
“Yes, only a kiss. Optional make out.” the older reassured,
It was only then that Mikyoung put a hand on Jennie's waist, while the other found its way firmly on her chin before she leaned in to kiss her. The younger girl kissed tasted like the cherry soju she had been drinking, both sweet and the aftertaste of alcohol. Her grip was strong but gentle, and her lips felt soft, softer than Jennie had expected. Mikyoung found that kissing the older girl was better than she thought it'd be. She knew what she was doing, and she was the one to dictate how the kiss should go.
Jennie wasn't interested in softness any more than Mikyoung was interested in being part of a long lasting experiment. The hands of the older went to the guitarist's hair, holding her in place as the younger tugged her closer, as if she wanted to make sure she wouldn't pull away any time sooner.
But alas, they were only humans, so they had to pull away, though only for a few seconds before their lips joined once again.
At five am, Mikyoung was back to the dorms, singing Gee by Girls' Generation thanks to having listened on the drive back to her dorms, with Twice being kind enough to get her back. She hadn't gotten drunk, but she was pretty close to it, and it was shown in the way she was clinging to Mina. The kiss with Jennie had turned into two, and then turned into more, and then to a few faint lipstick marks on her neck, even if Mikyoung swore to herself that she wouldn't get that far.
She didn't complain, though, as she was okay with the way things played out, even as she knew that it wouldn't happen again, and that was the further she was willing to go.
She woke up the next day late, and only did so by the scent of her sister's cooking, and Hazel's shouting about something she couldn't understand. She knew Jieun was just existing there, silently, hearing Hazel and trying to steal a bite of whatever Jin was getting.
The girl got up, walking to the kitchen as she followed the scent of food. Her head was aching mildly, but she knew it could be worse, so she went to get an aspirin and sat down in one of the empty seats, watching how a cup of tea was put in front of her, and after tasting it, Mikyoung knew it was her mortal enemy, the peppermint tea.
“Drink up, you know it'll do you good, Youngie.” Jieun said as she sat down next to her, with a coffee in hand.
Hazel, who had stopped her shouted rambling, looking at her leader, and the lipstick stains on her neck.
“Oh you had fun, didn't you?” The younger quickly teased, looking back at her phone before looking back at Mikyoung. “Did you see Jennie Kim? Was she with Taehyung?”
The guitarist, who was drinking her tea with a look of disgust, lowered the cup and looked at the maknae. Why was she being asked about Jennie and Taehyung? But more importantly, which Taehyung? Weren't there a lot of them?
“Jennie Kim from Blackpink, and Taehyung as in BTS' V.” Hazel seemed to see the confusion in her face, as she explained. “Here, look at the news.”
The American girl gave her phone to the older one, showing the article written about the two mentioned, and Mikyoung couldn't help but pinch the bridge of her nose. It was so like her to get entangled to the straight girl with a boyfriend.
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A New Home, pt. 3: Home Training Session
In which Michelle is gross and Sweetie tries too hard.
Taglist: @haro-whumps @albino-whumpee @broken-horn @whumpsblog @eatyourdamnpears
Warnings for institutionalized slavery, mentions of past drugging, implied animal cruelty, thoughts of self-harm, dehumanization, victim blaming, dubcon (I’m a mega virgin nerd and probably asexual so nothing goes into detail), gaslighting, and just overall abuse.
Sweetie adjusted her headband, a smile spreading across her face, and the mirror smiled back. Cat ears for the house pet.
Real cats were better though. The velvety ears, tne vibrating purring, how they'll rub against your lets for attention, the sound of little Tea's loud, squeaky meows.
Wait, Tea?
A black cat screaming until Sweetie pet her. Big green eyes too bog for her face. Tea.
Sweetie groaned, clutchinf her hrad
The memory drugs were still stabbing into her brain.
Mister Trey was a great owner and she had been a bad bad bad pet and betrayed him. That was all she beeded to remember. Not him grunting on top of her. Ow. Not the parasite. Ow!
But what dod he do to Tea?
She bent over with her arms folded on the vamity and her throbbing head in her arms. Stop rembering, stop remembering.
"Are you feeding that stupid cat?"
"I'm so sorry, Mister Trey."
"Mister Trey, have you seen the cat?"
She whimpered, and the door opened.
"Why're you doubled over like that?" Michelle asked, and Sweetie quickly stood upright and faced her owner. "Aw, aren't you cute with your cat ears and hoops? How are your real ears feeling?"
"A little sore," Sweetie said honestly. Her earlobes were still red around the big hoopw.
"Yeah, they will be. Make sure you keep using that cleaning stuff." Michelle tilted her head, grinning. "I wanted to talk about Healther's party, but that can wait. You okay, Sweets? You look like ypu need a hug."
Sweetie noddes wagerly. Michelle opened her arms wide and they met in the middle. Sweetie held her owner tight, resting her head on Michelle's. When Michelle's small gands slid down her back to rest on her butt, Sweetie didn't protest
The Handlers frequently touched her backside and breasts but never went further.
"The prospective wants a virgin."
"She doesn't need that Romantic training anymore. Ha."
"You like it here, right?" Michelle asked. Her hands squeezed.
"Of course I do, Miss Michelle! You're so kind to me," Sweetie said cheerfully. She didn't just like it; she loved it!
Did she really?
She winced as pain shpt through her brain and accidentally squeezed her owner.
"Whoa! Someone's excited." Michelle started laughing before Sweetie could start apologizing. "Yeah, I give you a good life. Though the bar's probably low. It must have been shit for you to want to be a pet, huh?"
Sweetie wrinkled her nose for only a second before smoothing out her expression. "I don't remember..."
"Probably for the best, huh? Better off without all that baggage."
"I'm grateful."
"Yeah, yeah. Let's sit." Michelle was already pushing Sweetie back onto the air mattress. She fell down further than she expected, the mattress sinking. She'd tried to blow it up herself bit it always left her lungs aching.
Michelle sat down too, but not beside her; she was practically on Sweetie's lap. "Did your old owner ever fuck you?"
Grunting like a pig. Making Sweetoe sleep on the side of the bed that was soaked in fluids. Pain struck like a white-hot fire poker piercing through her temple, but she didn't let it show on her face.
"Sometimes," she murmured.
"He was a guy, right?" Michelle checked. Sweetie nodded. "Ever ner. With a girl?"
"I've been with you for more nearly two weeks," Sweetie said, and Michelle rolled her eyes."
"Have you been with a girl sexually?"
"I don't think so." A pause. "No, I definitely never was."
"Well, today's a day for new experiences." Michelle plucked the cat ear headband off and tossed it to the floor. Sweetie sure hoped they weren't broken. She couldn't ask for another one!
Michelle pushed her onto her back. Well, it was more a combined effort. Sweetie was the stronger of the two but she lay back and let Michelle have this.
"I'm not a Romantic," Sweetie murmured.
"So? You're a pet. Pets do what their owners say. Whatever they say." Michelle barked out a laugh that nearly made Sweetie jump. "It's not cheating if it's just a boxie, right?"
Sweetie's bra was unclipped as soft lips pressed against hers. Michelle's lip balm smelled of strong chemicals up close, and then she pulled away. Her lips tickled Sweetie's neck.
"The taste of her cherry chapstick," Michelle sang. Sweetie didn't taste cherries. "You're not just gonn lay there, right? You got a problem?"
"Of course not, Miss Michelle," Sweetie said, that fake genuine smile carving into her face.
"Good. It's not like either of us will get pregnant, so what's the big deal?"
"My job is to please you, Miss Michelle," Sweetie said robotically. She wasn't looking at her owner.
She was looking at herself in a bathroom mirror, frizzy hair reaching past her hips. Her pale stomach was visible through her sheer nightgown. Was it even larger than yesterday?
Whenever she cut produce or meat on a cutting board, the knife enticed her. She wanted to plunge it right into her bulbous stomach.
"Come on then. Put sone effort in," Michelle growled. She suddenly gave one of Michelle's earrings a hard tug, and Sweetie grit her teeth to keep from crying out. "Please me."
"I don't know how..." A pet that didn't know how to please its master? A pet that didn't know how to please its master! Failure! Failure! It was hard to hide the tears welling in her eyes when Michelle was looking so deeply into them. "I was only trained to pleasure men."
To her surprise, Michelle giggled. She twisted her fingers in Sweetie's wild hair. "Looks like it's time for another training session."
Sweetie paled. Was she being sent back for more training? "At the facility?"
"No, Sweets. Right here, right now."
"You're my handler?"
Michelle snorted. "Yeah. Handler George of the Domestic division reporting for duty."
"Hello, Handler George," Sweetie murmured.
Was this pretend? The real handlers tried to make her stop playing pretend but her imagination was one thing they couldn't take from her. It fed into the false memories the WRU warned of, making Sweetie see merciful Mister Trey as a villain and remember black cats and parasites that never were.
But what if Michelle got really into this pretend game? Sweetie knew she hadn't thrown out the shock collar and muzzle that came in her crate, though nowadaus all they did was collect dust in the closet. Taunting Sweetie as she awaited their use.
Michelle saw the fear in Sweetie's eyes, and rolled her own. The pet was too dumb fpr roleplay.
'No punishments or anything crazy. I'll just talk you through each step," Michelle explained.
"Even if I mess up?" Sweetie's voice trailed off toward the end.
What in the world was sje saying? A pet preparing to fail? Failure! Failure! Garbage pet!
She didn't deserve to be called Sweetoe. She didn't even severve her former name. What a piece of trash like her deserved was to be a number again. Stupid, ugly 183736.
"Yeah, sure. I doubt you'll be any less satisfying than my fucking boyfriend," Michelle scoffed. "All mem care about is if they finish, you know?"
Sweetie nodded even though she didn't know.
"I'll make sure you satisfy me." Michelle grinned, baring her teeth like an animal about to pounce. "Okay, first things first: it's sexier if you take off your partner's clothes."
"Sexier if you take off your partner's clothes," Sweetie repeated.
"So get started."
#i just found out the real meaning of the taste of her cherry chapstick and I'm screaming#whump#bbu#wru#box boy multiverse#box boy universe#box boy whump#box babe#pet whump#dubcon#tw dubcon#tw abuse#abuse tw#tw dehumanization#dehumanization#tw dehumanisation#whump fic#whump fics#whump writer#whump writing#my characters#my writing#Sweetie#michelle
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A letter from Nat
25.7.21
Allow me to introduce a character, who will be known in these parts as Zombie Man.
Zombie Man got his name because when he first came to make my acquaintance he acted like a zombie. We had to ask the doctors for his name because he would stroll around - shuffle around rather - with his eyes mostly closed and drool leaking out his mouth. He would speak only to bum cigarettes, which one would have to lie for him, and the ash from which would inevitably burn holes in his pants, which appear to be his only pants (to be fair that’s in part a self drag because lots of my fellow patients are overawed by the range of “I mentally ill but make it cute in a practical way” ‘fits I have).
Still, Zombie Man’s Pants are the catalyst for today’s topic, so bear with me. They are green, turquoise + White checks, and have cigarette holes from his full zombification era (for the record, his zombie origin story was smoking some PCP mixed with amphetamines).
He speaks now, the semantic meaning is not an established strength.
Back to the pants. Yesterday he was skulking around, on the prowl to find a dummy to bum a cig off (me. He found me.) when the elastic in these storied green pants began to give way. He was not wearing underwear. Soon, half of Zombie Man’s bare ass was in my direct line of vision.
“My dude, pull your pants up or I won’t give you a ciggie next time,” I said. “What?” (He’s not hot with making much semantic sense, nor is listening for meaning a huge victory these days). “I said pull your pants up, man.” “Because you’re a lesbian?” Zombie Man blinked, confused. A male clinic friend of mine chimed in, “no because we don’t want to see your ass and we can guarantee none of the girls want to see your ass.” A lewd-leaning friend added, “She could eat dick for breakfast, lunch and dinner, fucking can’t get enough and still would not appreciate your naked ass.”
Why have I brought this anecdote up? Because it inspired me to want to discuss the topic I usually fucking hate: labels..
Because to a large portion of hetty people I meet I…am quite self-evidently a lesbian. I am interested in women. I have a girlfriend + ex-girlfriends. I did this neuropsych EEG test for libido (symptom of depression obvi, mine is doing fine) and I showed up as 100% gay. I had 0 neuron response to male porn stars but it was the 4th of July when I saw tits. So to that doctor, like, in also a lesbian. Now, is it relevant that they didn’t include a picture of Josh O’Connor and it was just beefcake hottie types? Honestly, not really, because as I said - to people out in the world that I talk to, in hella gay. It’s only inside the queer community that I’m regularly not gay enough.
And it’s occurred to me that it is respectability politics under a Scooby Doo villain disguise.
“I’m not a dirty slut, I’ve only had sex with my monogamous* girlfriends!”
“I’ve never been confused, I’ve known since I held Sally B’s hand in first grade”
…and so forth.
There is no perfect way to be gay. So just chill with the policing (unless it’s a girl who liked the taste of cherry chapstick one drunken night + now uses the word dyke with liberal abandon; drag her ass) and let people be + acknowledge that real life labeling doesn’t always work like woke gay Twitter wants it to, like not everyone is going to care what sexy label you worked out. They are going to label you how they know to.
Which is fine, because labels should be, in my opinion for self-identity, not to make some dude have to watch 10 Youtube videos + a PowerPoint.
Sometimes you just…laugh at Zombie Man’s naked ass, banter with some newfound straight bois (a whisperer! I tell you) and go to your room knowing you’re bi but heavily prefer women, and it’s not worth any discussion.
This also applies to bi girls who get labeled straight. Like, sure, that sucks. But that label is for you not an auntie who assumes you’re hetty because you have a boyfriend. It doesn’t matter.
If you know what you feel, no one can take it from you. I promise.
And fuck the self-appointed gay police, they really should, as the kids say, go outside and touch some grass.
Sending love,
Nat
xxx
PS Zombie Man just surfaced in new pants (Puma Shorts). Lmao imagine he’s a reader.
*kinda funny I find that word so impossible to spell. Ooops.
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fantasy creature, ice cream, jail - suggested by @liquidlightz
@rebelmeg - so, this is what bucky gets for taking his pet dragon out for ice cream. jail. it's really inconsiderate, actually, he didn't even get to finish his ice cream cone.
@wolfnprey - No one said anything about mermaids having a sweet tooth. No one said they get possessive either. After watching Bucky's exploration of the human world end with him cramming a gallon of cotton candy ice cream down his throat, the last thing Steve expected was to wind up paying a bond to get said merman out of jail all because Bucky did not take kindly to the ice cream server offering Steve free samples.
@caiti-creative-corner - Bucky just wanted to pick up some ice cream for his partner. Now, thanks to a mistaken identity, he's got to get out of jail before sunrise. Or the cops were in for one very big surprise.
@polizwrites - When he ordered a unicorn sundae from the brand new (and extremely sparkly) ice cream parlor down the street, the last thing Bucky actually expected was to have an actual-factual unicorn show up as well. To be fair, it seemed as surprised as he was, and more than a bit of chaos ensued. It nearly stabbed the Animal Control officer before Bucky was able to calm it (no, him - DEFINITELY a him) down and now he sat with the magnificent creature in the largest enclosure at the shelter, wondering what in the hell to do next.
@somesortofitalianroast - Bucky wasn’t really sure why there was a unicorn in the ice cream parlor on the boardwalk. He was even less sure how he ended up arrested for the trafficking in supernatural creatures. All he wanted was a banana split and to sit on a bench and watch the ocean.
@lbibliophile-mcu - Bucky glares at the - unfortunately familiar - wall of the holding cell. It's not his fault that the anti-collision auto-correct on his teleportation periodically deposits him on the wrong side of a security door. But the guards who found him this time are new, so it always takes a little while for the higher-ups to convince them that 'no, he wasn't breaking and entering', 'yes, it was an accident' and 'yes, magic is a thing that happens - specifically to one James "Bucky" Barnes'. Of course, he could just teleport out of this cell. But they know who he is and have started the paperwork, and it is really a whole less hassle all round if he just sits tight for another hour or so and waits for this whole mess to get sorted out. However bored he is. Except... he can't leave, but that doesn't mean he can't bring something in... A few seconds later, the cameras show him lounging back on the bench, taking a large bite out of a triple-serve ice cream.
@liquidlightz - merge this fumbling magician Bucky with Poliz' one and you get a unicorn appearing in the holding cell :unicorn: so much more paperwork !
@huntress79 - If Bucky had to choose one thing that the serum, no matter what version, made better, he probably would have named the ability to eat almost obscene amounts of ice cream without any side effects. In the first few months after showing up at the tower, he and Natasha spent many a night tasting almost every ice cream flavor available in the greater New York area. But then, a certain God of Mischief chose Bucky as his latest "victim", taking him from the line at the ice cream parlor two blocks down from the Tower directly on a trip to a realm filled with dragons, and faes, and whatnot else (sure, Bucky had read the Tolkien books, but come on, Smaug had nothing on that magnificent, golden-red giant they encountered on their first day). And of course, Loki had to make it even worse, and go and try to steal some of the dragon's hoard. Everyone knows that it only ends bad! Well, it did, at least for Bucky - who ended up in a dark, smelly cell in the king's underground jail, while Loki was nowhere to be found. Was it too much to ask to get the largest bubble waffle filled with pistachio, vanilla and lemon sorbet without getting interrupted or kidnapped? Jeez...
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Chicken, Tall, Pearl - suggested by @ariasfandom
@rebelmeg - bucky loved going to his grandma's farmhouse as a kid. it was full of adventures and things to see and animals to play with. well. all except for pearl. pearl was mean. and pearl, the biggest, tallest, crankiest chicken that bucky had ever seen, seemed to harbor a real and visceral hatred for bucky himself.
@wolfnprey - It was Sam's insistence that led Bucky to visit Clint on his family farm. It was Sam's dare that got Bucky pecked by a bunch of overprotective hens when he tried to help collect eggs. Again, Sam's fault that Bucky wound up stuck in a tall ass tree because the asshole scared Clint's dog and somehow the dog wound up in the tree. So when Bucky wound up finding a lizard that Clint's daughter called Pearl cuddling up to his face in the morning, he knew it was Sam's fucking fault then, too.
@liquidlightz - Bucky loved to trade pearls with his new found friend. He'd search the ocean floor and gather a few to bring to Steve, who in turn would bring him what he called chicken. It tasted so different from fish and Bucky was hooked. The taller the chicken the more pearls Bucky would give Steve. In his world these had value, but Steve was planning to give them right back one day, he was just designing the perfect necklace to make out of them for Bucky. In the meanwhile, he could do with eating veg and potatoes so he could give Bucky all his chicken.
@huntress79 - Like in so many other things, the animals of Wakanda were just as unique as the country itself. The rhinos were scary at first, but once you knew the trick, you could turn them into giant balls of fluff in no time. The goats, though just as stubborn as those Bucky remembered from childhood summers spend with relatives in Indiana, were the biggest source of entertainment in the village, hands down. But truth be told, the biggest surprise were the chicken. Sure enough, they could work up a cacophony of sounds in a heartbeat like any other chicken on this planet, but for some reason, Wakandan chicken were way taller, with legs as long as some supermodel, and the shells of their eggs almost resembled pearls, so sparkly.
@somesortofitalianroast - a chicken on a tall dresser with mother of pearl drawer knobs....
@ribbonsflyingoutthewindow - There's a whole comedic fic in there somewhere.
@bookdragon13 Bucky trying to wrangle up a chicken on Clint’s farm and it ends up on the dresser somehow? Somehow I can also see Bucky buying a tall chicken statue made out of pearl kinda like the dog statue Joey bought in Friends
paintball, drive-in, cherry chapstick - suggested by @wolfnprey
@rebelmeg - bucky's first date with the love of his life was... perfect. it was everything a first date should be. they played paintball like kids, no-holds-barred and laughing like hyenas. then the drive-in movie, a double feature while they ate popcorn and blushed while they held hands. and the kiss at the end of the night... bucky could still taste the cherry chapstick on his lips, and he couldn't stop the smile that spread across his face.
@liquidlightz - Bucky loved and hated paintball in equal measure. He loved getting to run wild and show off his skills, not just shooting, but agility and camouflage. The darn helmet these venues required you to wear played havoc with his hair though, and the cold wind and dust from crawling around made his lips dry and there was no way he was showing up to his date later this evening with chapped lips. Steve was taking him to a modern drive-in, reminiscent of the old days, and that was just going to end in hours of making out, at least. He paused out of sight behind a tree and pulled out his plum-flavoured chapstick from one of his many pockets, which may have also been housing a comb, mini conditioning spray, and whatnots. Re-applying every 20mins should hopefully do the trick. Putting it away again, he checked the charges left in his rifle.
@huntress79 - Tony Stark was, despite his repeated protests, a lot like his father Howard, at least to Bucky. It was most obvious with the things he invented, but apparently, the same brain was also good with coming up with new, crazy ideas for team bonding events. Like taking a whole lot of individuals trained on various weapons to a paintball area. After some discussion, Bucky, Wanda, Clint and Scott ended up on Steve's team, while Nat, Rhodey, Peter and Maria Hill made up Tony's team. And holy moly, everyone, except for Peter, treated it like an actual mission. Within moments after splitting up, Steve was dispersing tactics, Clint was checking the wind, and Scott was trying to get the ants in the floor to cooperate. Wanda was watching the whole shindig with a fond smile, while reapplying her cherry-flavored chapstick. And Bucky? His mind was already on his evening plans - a nice date with Sam, consisting of dinner at a small seafood restaurant near Battery Park, a movie at the summer drive-in and tied off with (hopefully) some adult action in either of their apartments at the Tower. He only hoped he would survive these crazy "war games" first.
@somesortofitalianroast - Bucky wasn’t really sure why they were playing paintball. Well, “play” paintball. With him, Clint, Nat, and Tony all with exceptional marksmanship skills, it made no sense. It made even less sense for them to have the paintball “game” at an abandoned drive-in movie theatre, which just so happened to be located on a lot that included several acres of woods and lake with a dock. Until Steve mentioned that he had a tube of cherry chapstick and Bucky could taste it. But only if he won.
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as the rush comes - bill denbrough
warning(s) : smut, bill is like 30 something and the reader is like 24 so age gap, inappropriate relationship, bill and his wife are separated, oral sex ( fem receiving ),
words : 4.7k
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imma just request bill cheating on his wife with the reader😳💅🏼
“. . . and can you call to move the meeting on thursday to five o’clock instead of four o’clock?”
“yes, sir.”
“y/n, you’ve been working for me for almost three months now, you can call me bill.”
you looked up from your laptop at him, fingers stalling on the keys as you were typing the changes to bill’s schedule. you gave him a small smile, showing some teeth, then nodding.
about three months ago when you were asking your english professor if there was anything you could be doing to further your image in the writing world, she offered to talk to a friend of hers about possibly offering you some kind of internship. that way you could get some connections come time for someone to read your writing, and a brief look of what being a writer was like on the daily. eager and ambitious as you were, you were quick to accept her offer, earning you an interview to work for bill denbrough.
the first time that you stepped into his house, you were greeted by his wife audra. she had a big smile on her face and told you that you’d possibly be able to help bill de-stress a little bit by helping with his scheduling. but when you stepped into bill's office, you were a little blown away.
you had expected for bill to be older, especially with the way that he wrote his books. you’d read a few, deducting that bill must’ve had to be older to create such beautifully crafted stories as he did. the way that his words were stringed so eloquently was enough to make you so eager for him to be a possible mentor for him that you didn’t even believe that he would be as young as he was. or as hot as he was.
stumbling over your words while sitting in the chair opposite of his across his desk, you somehow got the internship.
bill was kind enough to give you a little office room just beside his own, saying that the room was empty anyways and it would be nice for you to have your own little space in his house.
and that’s where you sat now, at your desk trying your best to work on his growing schedule. bill had another book in the works that he was planning to release early december, and since it was august now, his publisher wanted to meet to start the promotions.
“is there anything else i should know of sir- i mean bill,” you said, shaking your head and feeling your cheeks heat up with your mistake. bill only flashed a smile, shaking his head and running his hand through his hair. that one strand of grey hair that peeked out every once in a while. sometimes when he wasn’t looking, you found yourself scanning over his face, fawning much like a schoolgirl with a crush over him. it was wrong, especially considering he was ten years older than you. and because he had a wife, however absent she’s been for the past month or so. he was still married.
it didn’t take a detective to see that there was something going awry in their marriage. audra wasn’t there to greet you in the mornings anymore when you came over to work on the weekends or even when you stopped by to hand some legal documents late at night. you felt like it wasn’t really your place to question it, no matter how obvious it was that they were having trouble.
“no, nothing for now. why are you here so late on a saturday night? college student like yourself I would assume you’d be out with friends,” he asked you. it was getting late, since the time you were supposed to leave to go home was almost two hours ago. you just shrugged, knowing the real reason that you were here was not the one he wanted to hear. a little, foolish part of you thought that if you spent more time with him that something would happen. it was shameful, you knew it was so wrong to think these things, and yet you still did.
you closed your laptop just a little bit to get a better look at him. he was walking towards you now, leaning over the desk with his hands pushing against it. you saw his knuckles whiten a little bit at the pressure being put on them and you clenched your thighs together, thinking about what those fingers could possibly do to you. “I guess I just like to work for you a lot,” you said, a sheepish smile coming to your face as you gingerly sat back in your seat so you could get a better look at him. “you’re a really good boss.”
he hummed, “yeah, well you’re a good intern.”
feeling your cheeks heat up, you checked the time on your phone, clearing your throat and starting to gather your things. in a pile on your desk, you saw that there were some forms that audra told you to take care of a few days ago. you finished them and was waiting for her to come back, but you still haven't seen her. taking your chance to finally ask bill about his wife, you looked at him and asked, “where’s audra?” you shook your head, realizing that seemed a little straightforward. “I mean, I have these forms for her and I haven’t seen her in a few days. is everything okay?”
bill looked down at the forms and took them from your hands, your hands brushing against each others for just a moment. he gave you a slight grin and shrugged his shoulders. “she’s been out for a couple days. staying at her moms I think.”
“why’s that?” the minute it left your mouth you wanted to smack yourself on the side of the head. you felt as if you were prying for information about stuff that wasn’t yours to know.
“we’re separated at the moment. she wanted to leave for two weeks or so to think.”
suddenly you felt that pit in your stomach widen, wondering why the hell anyone would want to leave bill. he was kind, considerate, intelligent, and a damn good writer if you’ve ever seen one. you couldn’t help but think that if you were mrs y/n denbrough, you wouldn’t waste a single second with the man in front of you. that if you got to wake up to him every morning, you’d roll over on top of him and give him the best morning sex he’s ever had in his life. or if he was having a bad day, you would be there to wrap your arms around him and tell him everything would be okay. it wasn’t just a sexual longing between you two, it was a romantic one too. you wanted to give bill the world and more.
you frowned. “I'm sorry, bill.”
“it’s okay, y/n. I'm sorry for unloading that on you. but I do really appreciate you being here. I think you’ll be my rock for the next couple of weeks, if you don’t mind.”
“I don’t mind at all.”
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the next day you arrived at the denbrough house around seven at night, having taken the morning to get some work done around your dorm and go shopping for the week. you just needed to give the revised schedule for bill’s next week and then you could head back home. when you got there, you let yourself in with the key that was given to you, pushing open the dark brown door of the large house.
the smell of coffee loomed over the whole household, bringing a smile to your face. you weren’t even sure that bill was here, since most lights were off, but the smell of coffee assured you that he was indeed here. if there was one thing you learned about bill over these past couple of months, is that he loved his coffee. every day, in the mornings and at night. he didn’t discriminate.
you walked up the staircase and towards the end of the hallway where his big office was. when you got to the door, you knocked on it, opening the rest of the already cracked door. bill was sat at his desk looming over his computer screen, keyboards clacking with every hand movement of his. his gaze shifted to you, green eyes peering through his glasses that he only really used for writing. you gave him a smile, saying, “sorry to bother you, I just had the revised schedule to give you.” you walked and reached in your bag to grab the papers.
bill nodded. “you know you could’ve just emailed me them, y/n. you didn’t have to come all this way.” you only shrugged your shoulders, biting your bottom lip. your fingers danced along the sheets of paper stuffed in your bag, pulling them out and setting them at the edge of the deck. “thank you,” he said.
your eyes stayed on the papers, ignoring the chills you felt from his gaze on you. you knew that he was looking at you, what you didn’t know was that he was looking at you with the same longing and lust that you looked at him with when he wasn’t looking. right as you were about to turn on your heel and say goodbye, his hand reached and grabbed your wrist, keeping you from walking away and making you look up at him.
he was leaning against the desk, mouth agape staring at you. you gave him a knowing look, feeling fireworks erupt in your stomach at the contact. the only time that bill ever touched you was when he would accidentally bump into you or on the rare occasion that your hands would brush up against each other. those left you with sparks, not the full on fireworks show that his whole hand attached to your wrist gave you. this touch wasn't an accident, it had a meaning behind it. what that meaning was, you didn’t know at first. although it didn’t take you that long to figure out what he was trying to do when each of you subconscious leaned towards each other.
when recalling the moment later, neither of you would know who closed the space between your two faces first. all both of you knew was that you were kissing from across the desk, his hand on your wrist not leaving while you grabbed at his face with your left hand. it was a slow kiss at first, tentatively testing the waters. but that didn’t last very long. because to bill you tasted like that cherry chapstick that you were always putting on and freedom. you tasted like something he never knew he needed in his life. and to you, bill tasted like coffee and relief. relief that you finally were getting what you had secretly longed for.
no, the kiss didn’t stay slow the second it registered in your minds what you were actually doing. bill pulled away from you only a moment, enough time to walk to the end of the desk where you were so he could be closer to you as he pressed his lips onto yours again. your hands reattached themselves to his face, lightly cupping it and relishing in the feeling of his body flush against yours. your back dug lightly into the edge of the desk and you instinctively pushed yourself to sit on top of it, legs wrapping around his waist to pull him as close as he possibly could be.
one of his hands stayed at the back of your neck while the other ran down your side, thumb pressing against your hipbone sending your mind into overdrive. papers and pencils flew to the ground the farther you moved onto the desk, though neither of you cared what was going on around you, all you cared about was getting what you needed : each other.
his lips trailed down from your own to your jawline, teeth pressing against the soft skin that connected your jaw to your neck. you sighed out, hands moving down to his torso and surrendering into his touch as if saying do anything to me, anything you’d like.
and he did, because the second he heard that sigh come from your pretty pink lips he was determined to explore every part that he could of your body. he payed extra attention to your neck, sucking just under your chin, earning a soft moan on your part at the feeling. your hips pressed against his and each of you breathed out, liking that feeling more than anything in the world.
soon enough he was back to kissing you again, hand trailing up your shirt and stopping at your bra. his fingers danced along the band and reached up until he was cupping you through your bra, giving a little squeeze which you keeled into. your own hand pushed up his light sweater he was wearing, so close to pushing it up and off, until a small ounce of guilt found its way into the back of your head.
bill was married, this was wrong, right? no matter how much you wanted him or he wanted you, there was still a band around his left ring finger.
you pulled away from him, slightly panting from the air being restored back into your lungs. bill gave you a quizzical look and you sighed, hands going back to your sides to fiddle with the ends of your shirt. “we shouldn’t be doing this,” you said to him, nodding forward and jumping off the desk. “you’re married and im just- im just me.”
“that’s why I like you, y/n. because you are you. you read my stories and don’t think that they’re terrifying and you always know the right things to say. I want you. you’re not like any other woman I've met in my life,” bill said to you.
you only shook your head, grabbing your bag that had fallen to the floor and muttering a small goodbye to him. from there you made your way outside of the house, closing the front door. for just a moment you leaned against the outside of the door and closed your eyes, not knowing what your next move was.
if there was even a move to make.
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you called in sick the day after your little makeout session with bill, deciding that you needed a little bit longer than just twelve hours to think of what the logical response was. not only was bill an older married man that may or may not be divorcing his wife, he was also your boss. what if something went wrong and he fired you? you didn't know if you would ever get an opportunity like this again.
the devil on your shoulder, however, was telling you to go as far as you could with him. after all, bill was obviously reciprocating the same feelings that you were for him. you had basically been lusting for him for over a month now, what was the harm in sleeping with him once? maybe you two just needed to let off some steam and let the sexual tension go and just give into your desires.
because after all, he said that he wanted you.
you came a little earlier to the house than you were supposed to, deciding that if things were to be awkward, you could clock in early and leave early too. you stepped into your office and turned on the light, keeping the door open as you usually did and getting all your stuff set up. you heard a throat clear from behind you and you turned to see bill standing there, his hair disheveled and staring at you with his usual tired eyes. “I missed you yesterday,” he said in a soft voice, giving you a smile.
you smiled back. “me too. I'm sorry about leaving so quickly that day.”
“did you think about what I said before you left?”
you grinned, taking a leap of faith. “I did.”
bill walked closer to you, his face inches away from yours. you could feel his breath fan against your face and your legs felt like jelly. he was so close to you that you thought you were going to melt into a puddle of mush just at the mere thought of him touching you again like he had two days ago. or doing more to you. “and what did you think about?”
taking a leap of faith and pushing all coherent thoughts out of your mind, you said, “I want you too.”
and that’s all it took for bill to grab you by the wrist, leading you out of your tiny office and into another room that you haven’t ever been to before. his room. there was a dresser next to the closet and two bookshelves filled with thick books. then there was his bed, which was made rather messily but it added a little charm to the room that made you smile to yourself.
you dropped down on the bed face up, pulling him down on top of you with a giggle. he kissed you again, already realizing how much missed those lips of yours. you’d never get tired of this. not in a million years if this ever happened again which you thoroughly hoped it did.
bill kisses like he’s taking his last dying breaths and you feel yourself drowning in the feeling of his body against yours, taking that chance that you didn’t take two days ago by pushing up his shirt over his head. the second it was off and thrown onto the floor of the room, your hands were gripping and appreciating every taut muscle of his sun kissed skin, he was so much bigger than any guy you’ve ever been with. no one had ever made you feel this way, the sense of longing and desperation, the way that bill did by just kissing you. you knew that you were in for something when you felt his growing hard on press against your inner thigh.
his lips attach to your neck, taking his time to appreciate the soft moans and gasps that left your mouth when he sucked and licked. he pulls away for only a moment to take your shirt off, hands cupping and groping your breasts with such needy force you didn’t know was ever possible. as his left hand gripped your left breast, you didn't feel the cold hard metal of a ring on his finger. he had taken it off. you arched your back up the second his kisses trailed down to the valley of your breasts.
your eyes were screwed shut, leaving you to just your other four senses. you could sense his eyes on your face, watching your facial expressions with every little thing he did.
bill pulled his lips away from your skin just a few centimeters, keeping his eyes on you. “have you done this before?”
you nodded your head, thinking back to the few times that you’ve had sex with another person. it was never really all that fulfilling. sometimes you even wondered if there was something wrong with you because guys would cum and you wouldn’t. they just weren't satisfying enough. “only a few times. but it’s never felt this good before.”
“have you even orgasmed from someone else before?”
heat rose to your cheeks. “no, never,” you replied, suddenly feeling really embarrassed that you were admitting this to him. he probably thought that you were just some stupid girl now.
but he didn’t. if anything, it posed as a challenge for bill. he wanted to give you what all those stupid younger boys couldn’t. the look in his eyes was sinful as he gave you one last look, then resorted to kissing all the way down to your navel, stopping to take a little extra time with the skin right above your pants line. your hands moved up to his hair, feeling the strands interlace with your fingers.
his hands pushed your pants down along with your panties, leaving you completely bare in front of him. you felt insecure, instinctually closing your legs away from him. bill tutted, shaking his head and taking both of his hands to spread your legs open in front of him. he sat there looking at the curve of your hips and the apex of your thighs, eyes landing on your wet center. you looked down at him while he did nothing, only staring at you. you were completely vulnerable, insides screaming for him to just touch you.
in one swift movement, he was kissing the top of your thigh, moving south until his breath was fanning against your center. you thought if you had to wait any longer that you might just die. bill knew this though, winking up at you and burying his face into your heat. the moan that you let out the second he made his first stripe all the way from your entrance to your clit probably could be heard from the neighbors house. no guy had ever gone down on you before, and you couldn’t believe that you were missing this amazing thing in your life.
his hands gripped your thighs to steady himself and also so you couldn’t squirm away from him too much. your heels dug into the top of his back, keeping him close.
his tongue had you reeling for more, heart beating practically out of your chest when he moved to suck on your clit. you pulled on his hair, soft sounds spewing from your lips like it was the only thing that you could really do. all the while he kept his eyes on you, knowing that the would be playing this over and over in his mind for days to come. the way that your eyes were sewn shut, chest arching and heaving. it was almost pornographic.
that pit in your stomach that had been steadily building was growing in size, muscles spasming while you grew towards a peak you’ve never felt with another human before. and you thought about how if he was this good with his tongue, bill must even be better than this with his dick. he knew just the right things to do to you to make you gasping for more, more, more.
“fuck, bill, im so close,” you moaned out, legs clenching together. his tongue guided you towards that peak, it felt like white hot heat the second you hit your high, hips rolling against his face. he helped you come down, giving you a few more licks and rubbing his hands up and down your thighs.
your breathing began to steady and he came up from in between your legs, pecking you on the lips. “you were so good, can you give me one more?” he asked you. you nodded, wanting all that you could get of bill denbrough. your hands came to help his own with the belt on his jeans, pushing them down his hips and off of his legs for good. bill moved away from you and off the bed, going to grab a package and standing at the edge of the bed. you watched as he dexterously opened the package with his teeth and slipped the condom on him, getting back on top of you and positioning himself in your hips.
when you looked down, you tried to keep yourself from your eyes widening at the sight of him. he looked like he could split you in half. you must’ve hadn’t done a good job at concealing your surprise because you heard a chuckle come from him. “I'll be gentle, don’t worry,” he said to you, trying to calm your nerves.
you looked into his eyes and pulled him by his shoulders so he was fully on top of you. his tip teased your entrance, coming to rub against your slit. “what if I don’t want you to be gentle?” you asked him, a smirk coming to your face. bill laughed, pushing into you and watching your smirk leave your face and pleasure take over. “we’ll see about that princess,” he said.
he wasn’t even fully in yet and you felt your walls want to clench around him, but you breathed in and out and concentrated on that once he was all the way in. you grabbed him by the back of the neck as he stalled in you and kissed him. “I can handle it, bill,” you muttered into his mouth, your hips rolling against his.
bill didn’t respond, deciding to give you what you wanted. he pulled all the way out of you and pushed back in, feeling you around him made bill groan. you were so tight and wet and he was in heaven. he was filling you up in a way you never have felt before and you couldn't get enough of him, you couldn’t get enough of the feeling.
his thrusts were slow and sensual at first, but when he felt your hips moving against his, he knew that you wanted more. bill then upped the pace, grabbing one of your legs and pushing it up to get a better angle. that made you basically putty in his hands. your hands were clenched onto his back and knew that you were making marks that would stay there for days to come.
the base of his cock pressed against your already sensitive clit and you breathed out, arching your back to try and make him go even deeper than he already was. bill thrusted in with such a force that he hit that one spot in you that had you a moaning mess, hitting it repeatedly and holding your leg up higher.
“you feel so good,” he muttered out, hand coming to grip your breast and pinch your nipple lightly.
“bill,” you moaned out, holding him as close as you could.
his name sounded so pornographic coming from you that he tried his best to remember how it sounded. it was unlike anything he had ever felt in his life. you looked so fucking good taking him like this. he felt as if he had everything he ever wanted in the palm of his hands. and he was making you feel good, better than anyone ever had before.
this drove his pride, thrusting animal like into you to take you to that peak again. he wanted to make you cum again. and you did, after about three thrusts from him, each one pulling out all the way and pushing in with force. his hand slipped down to rub your clit in figure eights and you came with a yell of his name.
not even two thrusts after he was cumming, a low groan eliciting from his lips while his body stalled on top of you. each of your skins were drenched with sweat that you two almost stuck to each other. he pulled your face to meet his own and gave you a quick peck, and continued this all the way down your neck then stopping to bury his face into the crook of your neck.
minutes later bill pulled out of you, helping you into your clothes again and throwing the condom away in the trash in the bathroom connected to his room.
what does this mean?
suddenly you realized what you had done, and you didn’t know what to make of it.
“what does this mean, bill?” you asked him, sitting at the edge of the bed.
bill pulled his sweater back over his body and shrugged his shoulders. to be honest, he didn’t really know. he knew that he liked you, you weren’t just some kind of conquest. at the same time he thought about audra, and how there was no way he could go back to her now. not after he had confessed that he had feelings for you. bill walked over to you and pulled you up, wrapping his big arms around you.
you reciprocated, enjoying the smell of him as it enveloped you. bill didn’t even say words, and yet you felt comforted. “I don’t want to lose you,” you whispered, pulling away so you were looking at his face. “but I don’t want to just be the other woman.”
“you’re not, y/n. we’ll figure it out. I promise we will.”
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daxton and soft goodnight kisses, please:)
soft goodnight kisses exchanged on lamp-lit doorsteps on chilly autumn evenings
It was a real date. They went to Dave and Buster’s and she whooped his ass at skeeball but then they had chili cheese fries and he walked her to her door after he drove her home. He called it a date. Several times. Not just “hanging out.” Actual. Real. Date.
And now, standing in front of her door, Devi felt nervous.
It was stupid!
She’d kissed him before!
Or actually, he’d kissed her before. And she’d had some practice kissing since. That part she was well acquainted with. But what if he didn’t like kissing her this time? What if her nose got in the way or she had something in her teeth or her breath was too oniony after the chili cheese fries?
Paxton stood on his tiptoes, looking through the glass of the door. “Your mom’s not gonna come out and beat me with a baseball bat, is she?”
It was meant to be a joke but Devi could tell there was some real concern on his part.
“Nah,” Devi said, shaking her head. “She’s at a conference in Vegas.”
“Must be nice,” he said, but she could see the crease in between his brows relax and he took a step closer to her. He pressed his lips together. Devi tried not to notice.
“Well.” She tugged on the arm of her sweater with her thumb, pulling it down as an excuse for something to do with her hands. “Anytime you want a rematch at skeeball, I’m your girl!” Devi scrunched up her face. “I’m not your girl, I’m a girl. Who can beat you at skeeball pretty deftly but you know, however you choose to view me is fine.”
Paxton tilted his head, a small smile playing across his face.
Devi cringed before covering her face with her hands. “I’m just gonna go inside. Thanks-”
“Devi, wait,” Paxton reached for her wrist, pulling it gently away from her face. She put her other hand down too, but he hadn’t let go of her wrist. She felt his thumb rubbing a small circle against her pulse point. “Don’t go inside yet.”
"Okay.”
He reached up with his free hand and scratched at his neck before moving to take her other wrist, repeating the same movement, circles on her pulse point. Devi gulped. In terms of sensations she’d never felt but that she was into feeling a lot more, it was high on the list and all he was doing was holding her wrists.
“Don’t you want to kiss me?” he asked, looking away at the end, like he was worried to know the answer.
“That’s a dumbass question.” The words were out of her mouth before she’d really thought about them. Classic Devi. She scrunched her face up again. Paxton laughed though. Like when she told him her mom was out of town, he was relieved.
“Thank fuck,” he whispered and now it was Devi’s turn to tilt her head.
“What does that even mean? Who are you thanking?”
But Paxton pulled her wrists up to his chest and kissed her. Instinctively, she dug her fingers into the fabric of his shirt and kissed him back. He tasted like chili cheese fries and cherry chapstick, the cheap kind you buy at the grocery check out. His lips were soft and then he parted them, his tongue found hers and Devi whimpered.
“I would like a skeeball rematch,” he said, pulling away, his breathing unsteady. “And more of that at some point. The kissing. Could do that all day. More interested in that than the skeeball, actually.”
Devi’s hands were still on his chest so she reached purposely for his collar and bravely kissed his cheek. (Why did that feel brave? Her tongue had literally just been in his mouth.)
“You could just say you want to make out for the next date. Gets to the point. No wasted cash on skeeball tokens.” She felt smooth. That was a good line. Genius.
“Okay,” he said before he kissed her again. A quick peck before moving backwards and almost missing the step off her porch. “Uh, night.”
“Bye,” she said, pulling her sweater sleeves over her hand and waving like some kind of Muppet.
Paxton took three more backward steps, a goofy smile on his face before he was forced to turn around and walk back to his car. Devi waited until he turned before she went inside. She leaned against the door and shook her head, smiling to herself.
Pretty good first actual date with Paxton.
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Bittersweet Memories
So, Happy Thanksgiving and I’m really sorry for Alex angst/ooc. There’s a little bit more adult-ish content in it, and by that, I mean we have boys kissing, mentions of teenage drinking, a few colorful words I may have forgotten to edit out, and mentions of some pretty serious homophobia topics. Also, I’m straight, so I’ve never had to come out or anything, and this is my first time writing openly gay characters. Hopefully, I did okay, and I don’t offend anyone! Any way, it’s a long one, so sorry!
Bittersweet Memories
Alex twisted his drumsticks between his fingers. Julie and her family weren’t home. She told the boys she was going to go volunteer with her dad and brother, but honestly? Alex’s anxiety post Orpheum had been at an all time high. Between secret meetings with Willie, trying to avoid Caleb and save Willie’s soul, band practice and their growing fan base, and the fact that the holidays were coming up? Alex felt like one of the strings of Luke’s guitar, right before it snapped.
He knew Thanksgiving had always been Reggie’s favorite holiday. It was the one day his parents didn’t scream all day, because there was just enough distraction and alcohol to keep them from going after each other. He and his brother would play flag football and watch the parade with their cousins. The delight was practically oozing off him as he and Luke were curled in front of Julie’s laptop, rambling on about the musical acts performing. Ironically, it was a show about hell, or something?
“Dude if musicals had been like this? Yo, I would never have given you a hard time about them.” Luke said to Alex, looking up from his spot on the ground.
Luke’s relationship with Thanksgiving was a little more complicated than Reggie’s. It wasn’t his favorite, but he didn’t hate it. Plus, now that they were dead, Luke had never been closer to his family. Even though they had no idea Julie was actually helping him leave little clues around for them to know he was there with them.
“Are you gonna go see your parents today?” He asked Luke.
“Already done. Julie helped me leave a little message for my mom.” Luke grinned.
Alex rolled his eyes. “Please tell me it has nothing to do with cranberry jelly.”
Emily Patterson made the best homemade cranberry sauce Alex had ever eaten. The Thanksgiving he’d spent at the Patterson’s was one of the best meals Alex had ever eaten. But Luke, for some reason, didn’t like the cranberry sauce his mom made. It was one of those fancy ones, with real cranberries and orange in it. To Alex, it smelled and tasted exactly like he always dreamed the holidays would. Sweet, with a hint of spices. But no.Luke wanted processed cranberry jelly. Alex remembered seeing the two of them arguing about it the last Thanksgiving they’d been alive. Luke had run away a few weeks later, and they’d died in July.
“Julie got me a can of cranberry jelly to leave on the counter. Mom’ll know.”
Alex hated canned cranberry jelly. All he could think about was the way it had clung to his button down shirt the last Thanksgiving he spent with his parents. He remembered the sounds of the plates crashing, the way the glass pie plate had shattered as it hit the wall and smashed next to his face, and the way his father’s voice spit out the words as he- No, Alex didn’t want to think about it.
Alex hated Thanksgiving, actually.
It was two Thanksgivings ago- or two Thanksgivings before he died, instead. His dad’s coworker had come over with his family. Alex didn’t mind. Mr. Marsters’s son was a little older than him. And he was cool. Seth Marsters was a baseball player at the fancy private school in town. He was class president. He was handsome. He liked good music. And he was honestly really nice. Alex never minded spending time with him, and their parents were good enough friends that it happened pretty frequently. The two had ended up in Alex’s room while their dads talked work and their moms finished the dinner and drank wine. Sometimes they’d play Super Mario Kart on Alex’s Nintendo and the TV he had in his room. Other times, the boys just sat around and talked and listened to music.
“Okay.” Seth had said as he opened the tape deck Alex had in his room. “Don’t laugh, but I made you mix tape with some of the other songs I thought you’d like. I would have burnt you a CD, but Dad wouldn’t let me use the computer, because he was too busy with work.”
Alex grinned and flopped himself across his blue bedspread as he watched Seth fiddle with the tape deck. Alex didn’t have a lot of friends. His anxiety made it hard to make friends at school. So, the guys in band were his best friends- and so far, the only people who knew he was gay. Luke had actually been the first guy Alex ever kissed- after they’d snuck a bottle of something that had made Alex’s eyes water and throat burn out of Mr. Patterson’s liquor cabinet. Reggie would turn up at the backdoor in the middle of the night sometimes, with cuts or bruises Alex never questioned but would clean up nonetheless. And Bobby would show up at lunch with extra food packed for the guys, and his mom always made sure Alex had something without nuts in it. It was that kind of stuff that made Alex feel normal. And not like a freak. Even though he knew he was different from everyone else. But besides the guys, he didn’t feel comfortable with almost anyone else. Except Seth.
“Okay, but I can’t promise not to laugh until I hear what songs you picked.”
Seth grinned back and hit play as he plopped himself next to Alex, resting on his elbows, face to face with Alex. It took everything Alex had not to blush as Seth went on and on about why Nirvana was a better band than Poison. Nodding dumbly, he didn’t even register what was playing- until he heard a familiar voice whose CD was hidden behind his copy of The Hobbit on his bookshelf.
“I’m sorry, is this Whitney Houston?” Alex sat straight up. Seth was the one blushing now, as he fumbled to skip the song.
“Yeah, it’s dumb, I just-“
Alex reached out to stop him. “Dude, I love Whitney Houston. She’s got a killer voice.”
Seth turned a shade redder than before. Alex had never seen him flustered at all before. Seth was normally the one all put together, and Alex was the anxious mess. It was honestly pretty endearing, and Alex felt the butterflies in his stomach. “I heard this on the radio and I kind of thought of you instantly.” Seth said quietly. “It just.. well. It makes me think of you every time I hear it, I guess.”
Alex just kind of blinked for a moment, processing what that could mean, as Seth watched him carefully. But Before Alex could really say anything, Seth leaned in and pressed his lips against Alex’s.
Oh.
OH.
Alex closed his eyes as Seth wrapped his hand around the back of Alex’s head and pulled him in closer. His lips were soft and Alex thought he could taste a hint of Chapstick, and root beer. It was a million times better than the clunky teeth and lips kiss he and Luke had shared. This was like a movie kiss, in Alex’s opinion. The butterflies in his stomach, the way his heart was pounding- suddenly he felt like he really got why the guys in the band were so obsessed with girls Being able to have moments like this, feel like this, without anyone judging you? Without anyone thinking you’re spreading a deadly disease? It felt almost as good as playing music.
“And I will always love you-“ Whitney’s long hold of the note drowned out the sound of Alex’s mother’s heels clicking down the hall, but not the screech she let out after pushing his door open and seeing the two boys’ moment.
Alex wouldn’t forget that sound. Or the sound of the front door slamming as his Dad sent Seth and his parents away without even eating.
“Dad, it’s not his fault.” Alex said as his father stormed back into the dining room where Alex stood next to his mother. As his dad started to yell again, Alex cut him off. “Dad! It’s not his fault. I-I kissed him back.”
His father froze, eyes wide, face purple. Veins were bulging on his neck. Alex hadn’t meant to say that.
“I’m gay, Dad.”
He sure as hell hadn’t planned on saying that. He took a deep breath and continued. “Look, I know it’s upsetting, but I’ve known for a while and I didn’t know how to tell you guys. I didn’t want to disappoint you, and-“
That was when the glass pie plate with his mom’s famous cherry pie hit the wall next to his face. Alex ducked to avoid the plate of cranberry jelly that followed it. His father only stopped hurtling dishes at Alex because his mom stepped in between them and told him to leave the house. He ran out, shirt covered in cranberry goop splatter and cherry pie filling. He must have looked like he’d murdered someone when he’d shown up at Bobby’s house. Bobby’s mom brought him clean clothes and let him spend the night. After that Thanksgiving, Alex noticed Luke’s parents looking at him strangely after church. Reggie’s parents didn’t let him come over anymore, not that he did much anyway. And Seth got accepted to a “boarding school” that Alex had heard whispers about. He never saw him again.
~
“Alex?” Julie stopped just inside her bedroom, by the door. Alex jumped up from where he was sitting by the window. Somehow, during his trip down memory lane, he’d wandered into her room, absent mindedly tapping on the bongo she had by her window.
“Ah- Sorry. Boundaries. I know.” He mumbled, putting the bongo back on her windowsill.
Julie shook her head and sat on the edge of her bed, opposite the chair Alex had found himself in.
“It’s okay. Carlos told me he heard drumming coming from in here and went to distract dad. When I didn’t see you in the studio, I just figured you went to spend Thanksgiving with Willie or checking in on your family or something.” She looked at him intensely and he shifted uncomfortably. “Are you okay?” She asked quietly and reached her hand out to rest on top of his. It slipped right through him, and he pulled away, embarrassed. Here she was, trying to be a good friend, and he was lying to her and being an anxious wreck again. He started to protest, tell her he was fine, when someone knocked on her door. Ray stuck his head in.
“Hey, niña.” He smiled at Julie. “Pizza should be ready in about ten minutes.” Julie nodded. “You did some good work today. Thanks for coming to help out.” She smiled back at her dad.
“You know it’s always been my favorite part of Thanksgiving.” She told him. Alex noticed Reggie and Luke peeking out from behind Ray. “I’ll be down in a minute.” The guys slipped through the door as Ray closed it, both standing awkwardly.
“We’re sorry, dude.” Luke started. “We kinda both forgot that Thanksgiving isn’t a great day for you.”
“I got really excited because it’s always been a good day for me. I didn’t mean to brush off your feelings.” Reggie shifted his weight from side to side. “I just really love the parade and I heard there were puppies after it now and puppies are way better than football and-“
Julie cut Reggie off. “You don’t like Thanksgiving?”
“You work on Thanksgiving?” Alex countered. He knew he was being a little short, but there was no way he could handle Julie looking at him the way other people did when they found out he was gay.
“We volunteer at Marsters House every year. We serve dinner and hang out.” She said. “And you’re avoiding the question.” Alex stiffened in his seat when Julie mentioned the word “Marsters”. Luke and Reggie went pale. Julie noticed all of it. “Please don’t tell me the Marsters’s stole music or something from you guys too.” She groaned. “It’s bad enough knowing Carrie’s dad isn’t who I thought he was, if Seth and Cory are liars too, I couldn’t handle it.”
Alex was pretty sure he was going to throw up. Could ghosts even throw up? He tried to take a few deep breaths. “Julie.” He whispered. “I need you to tell me where this place is.”
She jumped up. “No. No way. Last time you guys were upset and I told you where something was, you got sucked in by Caleb and I almost lost you to those stamps. No way!”
“We’re going and you can’t stop us!” Alex raised his voice at Julie. “Wait, what are you doing?”
Julie was grabbing her sweater. “I’m not letting you go alone. I’ll take you there. But you guys aren’t going alone!” Alex looked over at his bandmates.
“Okay.” He said.
“Dad?! I just realized I left my phone at Marsters’ House, I’m gonna go grab it!”
~
It sounded like the aftermath of Thanksgiving dinner from just outside the building. There was yelling at football games and possibly video games. There were lots of people inside- most of them around his age. But the man who opened the door was decidedly not his age. But it was absolutely Seth.
“I’m so sorry to bother you, but I think I may have left my phone in the kitchen?” Julie lied without a blip in her demeanor. Alex was both impressed and terrified. Looking over at Luke, Alex would be willing to guess Luke felt the same way. As they went inside, Alex knew he wouldn’t be going to the kitchen. Instead, he turned down the hall, and followed adult Seth into an office. On Seth’s desk was a photo of him with another handsome man- blond. Seth had a type.
“Alexa?” Seth said, as he settled himself down at his desk. “Play Alex’s Mixtape.” Suddenly, Whitney Houston came from the speakers. Alex couldn’t breathe. Someone grabbed his hand. Julie. She squeezed it tight.
“Thanks Seth! Happy Thanksgiving!” She yelled over her shoulder as she pulled Alex away. Reggie and Luke were waiting outside. He brushed past them for a few yards, pulling his hand free of Julie’s grasp, before having to stop. He crouched on the ground, arms wrapped around his knees, rocking back and forth as sobs ripped from his throat. He felt the rest of the band catch up, wrap their arms around him. He turned his head and sobbed into Luke’s flannel. Reggie rubbed circles on his back. After a few moments, as the sobs subsided, he realized Julie was murmuring something to him.
“Alex, it’s okay. You’re okay. We love you, and you’re okay.”
He inhaled and wiped his face and looked right at Julie.
“I’m gay.” She blinked a few times. Gave her head a little shake Looked at Reggie and Luke, who were holding their breath next to him.
“I- Was-was I not supposed to know that?” She asked.
All three boy’s jaws dropped.
“You knew?” Alex asked. “How long have you known?”
Julie shrugged. “Since like, day one? Anyway, you talk so much about Willie too, so I just assumed that-” She stopped suddenly. “Seth. You’re Seth’s Alex. Oh my god.” She stood up and took a few steps back, then started pacing. “There’s no way. None. I don’t understand.” She looked at the guys. “Seth has seen the video my dad made for Edge of Great. How did he just not notice?”
“I noticed.” A voice came from behind her. Julie whipped around. “Your dad called. Wanted to make sure we found your phone. I told him you had left already, but I figured I’d check to see how far you’d gotten. Didn’t expect you to have company.” Seth stuffed his hands into the pockets of his trousers.
“Can you see them?” Julie asked.
Seth shook his head. “No. But I mean, you’re talking to air. And it sure sounds like you’re trying to talk Alex out of an anxiety attack. Lord knows I’d done that a few times.��� He got quiet for a minute. Alex stood, and walked slowly until he was face to face with Seth. He had more wrinkles around his eyes than Alex remembered, but of course. He was twenty-five years older. “Is he here?”
“Tell him I tried to take the blame.” Alex turned towards to Julie. “Please.”
She nodded. “He says he tried to take the blame. He didn’t want his parents to blame it on you.”
“I mean, I did kiss him first. Anyway, they were going to send me for conversion therapy no matter what.” Julie winced. Alex looked back and forth between Julie and Seth.
“What’s that? They sent him to a school. That’s what they told me”
“No, Alex.” Julie said quietly. “It wasn’t a school.”
Seth sighed. “Of course, that’s what they told him.” He looked at Julie and the empty space around her. “Um, where…”
“Oh! Um, A little towards your left, just kind half turn, and he’s right in front of you.”
Seth shifted and looked at Alex. “It wasn’t a school. It was a group of people who thought that, through a bunch of therapy and medical procedures, they could make me not gay anymore. Clearly, it was not successful, as I am still a flaming homosexual.” Julie giggled at that, and Alex couldn’t help but smile as he saw Seth’s face break into the familiar grin he once knew. His heart ached a little as it faded away. “I was worried they’d sent you to one too. And when I heard you had passed away from a bad hot dog, I worried- well, I was scared that it was a cover-up. That you’d… Anyway.” He trailed off. “I have no idea how you’re here. Or why. But I’m happy. I love Colby. He reminds me of you sometimes. You’d have been great friends. We met at a Whitney Houston Concert in DC when I was in college. He spilled his beer on me during I’ll Always Love You. I said you were sending me a sign.”
Alex blinked back tears. “It was the best kiss of my life.”
Julie smiled. “He said it was the best kiss of his life.” Luke pouted and crossed his arms as Julie’s eyes got wide.
“It is a long story.” Alex laughed, as he wiped away some tears.
“Want a ride home?” Seth asked Julie. “Something tells me you’ve got a lot going on.” Julie nodded.
~
Later that night, there was a knock at the studio door. Alex did not expect to see Julie, in her pajamas and with a blanket and pillow outside the studio.
“Hey! Are you okay?”
Julie nodded. “We’re watching a movie.” She held up a copy of The Bodyguard on DVD. “I knew my mom had a copy somewhere.”
As they snuggled on the couch, Julie’s back against Luke’s chest, her legs draped over Alex’s lap, Reggie sitting on the ground in front of them, holding Julie’s hand and leaning against Alex’s legs, he realized something.
Maybe Thanksgiving wasn’t so bad after all.
#julie and the phantoms#jatp fanfic#Alex#alex jatp#I am the cruise ship of willex#even though I gave him an OC in this#i love my dead gay son#I love my emotional support ghost band#fanfiction#Julie and the Phantoms Fanfiction#Thanksgiving
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Hurry up and take your top off
Pairing: Cordelia Chase x reader
Request: Gooooood eveeeening! I would like to request a piece with cordelia? Like she goes shopping with the reader, who hates shopping and when they have to share a changing room feelings spill? As fluffy and kissy as possible pleaaaase
Requested by: Anon
Cordelia was in her element when she was shopping. It was something she enjoyed so when she asked you to come along, you couldn’t help being ecstatic at the thought of a whole day of just you and her. Not only that, but it was a daytrip to LA. She insisted on showing you everywhere that was worth going. Although apparently, every shop she walked past was worth going into in her opinion. You groaned and rolled your eyes, but you still trailed after her. You wanted to spend time with her, you would even brave the demon also known as the ‘mall’ for her. Sacrificing yourself to its evil will.
The sharp eyed shop-workers. The blinding fluorescent lighting. The horror of trying on clothes. You would vanquish it all to spend time with her.
“Cordy, do we have to go in this one – we already went into the other store in the chain an hour ago!” You complain, but it’s only ever half-heartedly with her.
“This one’s bigger, and it has a full-length mirror in the changing room” She rolled her eyes, smiling because she knew you would come with her despite her insisting you could wait outside. She took you by the hand, pulling you with her as she all but skipped towards the rows of beautiful shoes.
“There’s a mall in Sunnydale, you know. It’s smaller and easier to get to” You mutter quietly, you loved spending time with her but shopping made you a little tired and sometimes grouchy. She still liked your company despite this though. You were a better friend to her than the girls she had hung around in high school and even gave her more credit than the other Scoobies. You spent a lot of time together and yet you still missed each other when you had to leave.
“Yeah, like I’m going to stick around the Hellmouth when I could be here, basking in the not-hell of this shoe store” She said, checking the sizing of some of the shoes before turning back to you and showing you her find. You couldn’t help smiling despite yourself, it was really cute how excited she got about this kind of stuff.
You followed her through a maze of brightly coloured stores, peacocking themselves so that you and Cordy might be attracted to the on-trend displays and fun colour schemes. The dizzying scent of perfumes mingling with the lingering smell of greasy fast food. She smiled at you a lot, giving you tips about sales and where the best quality clothes could be found. Cordelia had been doing a lot of shopping, even buying you a little gift here and there, insisting an accessory was made for you.
She finally agreed to take a break, asking you where you would like to go. You chose this cute little frozen yoghurt place you knew Cordy would approve of.
You chatted, Cordelia insisting she was going to move to LA as soon as she got the money together and was ready to leave. She couldn’t bring herself to uproot her life yet, wanting to spend time with you. She was nervous to ask if you would come with her, thinking you had too much going on in Sunnydale. Truth was, you had been nervous to ask if she would mind if you moved with her. But you said it today, stumbling over your words as you mentioned you had been considering moving out here for a while. Her eyes lit up, mouth quirking into a genuine smile that lit up her entire face.
After your break and your revelation about wanting to go to LA too, you were now in one of Cordelia’s favourite stores. A little clothing store, with the aim to get you some totally cool clothes that would compliment the outfits she was wearing. So that you could match. Your heart was beating too fast and too excitedly to complain, she wanted to pair outfits with you. She also explained you would have to update your wardrobe if you wanted to be taken seriously as a real citizen of LA. You both took your clothes to the changing rooms, but they were all full except one.
The friendly woman working the changing room offered you both to go in together to save you from waiting. There was a little heat rising in your cheeks as you looked at Cordelia apprehensively. As if the proximity may send your head and heart spinning into a dizzying frenzy.
“Oh come on, it won’t hurt” She said, her own cheeks a little pink but she acted as if her own heart wasn’t beating rapidly, in a perfect rhythm with yours, as she invited you into the changing room with her.
“Cordy-” you started to protest and then stopped. You trusted her and she clearly trusted you, why were you complaining?
“Hurry up and take your top off, y/n! You’re gonna look really cute in these” She held up the pile of clothes she had picked out for you. You turned around, as did she while you changed. When you both turned back your faces were close together, so close you could feel her warm breath on your face.
Cramped was an understatement, but it meant you were encased in her smell. Her smile. Her scrutinising eye. But with you, there was always an understanding. A softness you had never seen her present in front of anyone except you. You couldn’t help gazing, perhaps too long at her face rather than the outfit she had been showing off.
“What? Is there frozen yoghurt?” She asked, moving her thumb across the corner of her mouth, checking to see if she had been walking around with yoghurt on her face. She turned to the mirror, no. No frozen yoghurt. But she did notice, through the reflection, that you still couldn’t help staring. Her lips, they were beautiful and you couldn’t stop yourself imagining how it would feel to kiss them. Have those luscious, soft lips grazing against yours.
She tinged pink, looking at your face in the mirror still. She had been thinking the same, looking at your lips through the reflection in the mirror. Imagining them pressed to her mouth sweetly, promise of love and affection plumping her lips like gloss.
She turned slowly, eyes now connecting with yours, before flickering to your mouth. You leaned in, willing this to be a sign and not your own mind playing tricks on you. She wanted you too. It was a chaste kiss that you pressed to her lips, both of your eyes closed. But she abruptly pulled from you, leaving you dizzy but for a different reason. Dread started to envelope you where the possibility of her love had before.
“Y/n… we shouldn’t”
“Why?” you ask, suddenly worried that you had misread everything. Imagined the way her eyes flickered to your lips, the way she always had a smile for you in the room, the way she stuck up for you in front of everyone, even if you weren’t always in the right.
“I mean, duh! Because I really like you!” she hissed, as if you knew this already and you were making her say it, she softened at your wide-eyes, “I’m actually… in love… and it’s scary” she admitted, allowing you in beneath the surface. She wanted to let you in. Become close with you. She was scared.
“In love? W-with me?” You stuttered, unable to believe it. You could only hope that she felt the same until this point. Your eyes wide, telling her everything she needed to know. This wasn’t just a kiss to you. You loved her too.
Your lips tentatively pressed against hers again, she kissed back, slow and sweet. This one longer, full of meaning that you had both been trying to say but now you didn’t need to.
Her hand tangled in your hair, the other cupping your face. She tasted like cherry flavoured frozen yoghurt and chapstick. It was perfect, her soft sighs showing she felt as you did. You slid your hand up her arm, rubbing your thumb over her smooth skin. Eventually you had to move from the kiss, eyes glistening and breathless. She smiled widely, before turning back to her own reflection in the mirror.
“Yeah, this one. I like this one” she confirmed, as you nodded a silent agreement, you would have agreed with anything now. You couldn’t stop grinning at her reflection as she checked her new dress out as if nothing had happened.
But you both knew it had, especially when she took your hand in hers and kept it clasped tightly to yours as you carried on throughout the rest of your day together. It was bliss.
#Cordelia chase x reader#Cordelia Chase#Cordy#Cordelia chase x you#Cordelia chase imagine#Cordy x reader#btvs#ats#Buffy The Vampire Slayer#buffy the vampire slayer imagines#btvs x reader#btvs imagine#gender neutral reader#gender neutral#gender not mentioned#although youre allowed in the changing room with her#Cordy x shopping
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Winter Allergies - Twelfth Doctor x Reader
(Y/N) stood in the courtyard, glasses in hand as she wiped away the droplets caused by the flurries falling from the sky. She sighed as they only smudged and she knew she’d have to get out her rag to clean them. She set her bag on a bench and dug through its contents, finding it. She brought her arm up to her mouth, hacking into it. She cleared her throat exhaustively. The past few days her throat had been dry and her sinuses full of mucus.
God dang winter allergies. She’d had them as long as she could remember. Never did they get any better. She was really quite fond of the season itself, the snow and the festive cheer, and she’d learned as she grew to better deal with the cold. After all… she’d experienced way fiercer cold than this in the air of different planets. She could handle this.
Not to mention it didn’t get nearly as cold as her home town did in the winter. But she missed the many inches of snow they’d get. It was pretty much always too humid here for that. Luckily, she had a spaceship to see all the snow in the universe.
She’d finished cleaning her glasses, and this time pulled her hood further down and kept her face towards the ground, to keep the same thing from happening again. As she reached the dormitories, she froze as she heard the engines of The Tardis behind her. She smiled and turned, About time, she thought. She could do for a break.
She waited for the old girl to fully materialize before heading toward her. When she reached the doors she rested her hands on them and eyed the blue box lovingly. “Hey there, you beautiful girl,” she mumbled to The Tardis, clearing her throat from the effort afterword. She could feel a vibration of response underneath her fingertips. She pulled the doors open, just like how she knew she liked, and stepped inside, quickly shutting them behind.
She let out a breath of relaxation as she felt the warmth of the ship, and she removed her hood. Looking up, she saw the old man standing by the console, turned towards her. “Fancy seeing you here,” he greeted.
(Y/N) chuckled, but didn’t reply as she felt a gulp of her saliva roll down her throat like it was sandpaper. Ugh, she groaned to herself.
Not giving away her inconvenience, she skipped up the stairs and reached the console. The Doctor spun a screen to her, which she caught with precision. “Take a look,” he invited her.
Examining the screen, she came to the conclusion that it seemed to be a record of some holidays but filtered by what she couldn’t tell. Clearly, it had to be something as there were only about ten of them, and she knew there were definitely more holidays in all the universe than that. She looked to the Doc for some explanation. “Winter holidays, or winter-like holidays, on planets that I think would be safe enough to visit,” he explained. “What do you say?”
Without hardly thinking, she responded, “Only if you promise to bring your guitar,” she cringed as her voice came out raspy and bumping over the mucus stuck to the inside of her throat and vocal cords. She let out a series of violent coughs, trying to clear it, rubbing at her throat as she felt how dry it was as she did.
The Doctor approached her, concerned, “What’s wrong?” he asked. “Are you sick?”
“No, no,” she assured him, this time her voice sounding better, if a little weak. “Just these horrible winter allergies I get every year. They’re the worst. I’ve been meaning to deal with them but haven’t found the time to get medicine.”
He listened and examined her for a moment before heading off somewhere in The Tardis. (Y/N) sighed, figuring he’d be a bit. Waiting, she scrolled through the list of holidays and read up on some of them. She was trying to think of which one she wanted to celebrate first.
The Doctor came back after a few more minutes, holding something in his hand. He reached (Y/N) and handed it out to her. “There you are,” he said.
She took it and looked at it, a thin, red taffy-looking square. “What is it?” she questioned.
“Oh y' know, just some of the best allergy medicine humans ever created,” he replied sarcastically casual. “Quite tasty too. Should do the trick.”
(Y/N) smiled. “Where have you been all my life?” she inquired, before placing it on her tongue. She felt it quickly start to liquify. The Doctor was right, it tasted like a mix of fruity and peppermint. It reminded her of the cherry flavored candy canes she’d had, but with more of that yummy peppermint taste.
“Around,” he replied, pulling the lever for take off. She sighed happily as the juices dripping down her throat instantly soothed her barren throat. Bouncing up behind him, she wrapped her arms around his torso, pressing her chin on his shoulder as she didn’t feel him tense or flinch.
Moving her tongue around her mouth, trying to regain it some moisture as well, she felt an unconformity in her lip. A loose piece of skin. Habit took over and she grabbed it between her teeth, tearing at it. The Doctor suddenly came round with his hand and placed two sticks of gum in her mouth, real fast, then turning back round to fiddle with the console. She grinned and chewed them loudly.
Turning to her again, this time he had something different in hand, “Open,” he instructed. She did as he said, ceasing her noisy chewing as he applied the chapstick to her lips. Capping it, he changed directions once again, back to the console. (Y/N) smiled softly at his want to care for her, and placed her lips between his shoulder and neck. She watched him stare at a screen, pretending to be focused on something else. Closing her eyes, she relaxed into him and the comfortable silence, save for the warming hum of The Tardis floating throughout space.
I've had this written and in my Google Drive for a while so I just thought, Why not post it?
I chew gum sometimes to keep me from biting my lip, so that's where that came from.
12th Doctor is just a gr8 best fren :3
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A Touch of Destiny ch.4-See You Again
Drake x OC (Jessa)
TRR AU
Words: 1770
Drake didn't want to chase his dream girl...but will he change his mind? Will his conversation with Liam about returning to Cordonia go smoothly?
After Drake had returned to the Bellagio, his friends joined him shortly after. Then, they proceeded to give him hell for the rest of the night for leaving early. Drake drank so much whiskey just to handle to conversation and this morning he was hungover as hell. He awoke to someone pounding on the door of the penthouse. He groaned and rolled over, pulling his pillow over his head. But the knocks kept coming. He got out of bed and threw on some pants, cursing his friends for making him get up and get the door. None of those assholes were as drunk as him the night before. He stormed out and flung open the door angrily, ready to scream at whoever was there. But he froze as he saw a pair of wide dusty green eyes looking at him.
“Jessa?” Drake asked, dumbfounded. “I thought you left?”
“I am soon” she told him. “May I come in?”
Drake nodded and stood aside, closing the door behind her. She glanced around “Wow, this place is incredible!”
“Yeah….” Drake trailed off, running a hand through his hair. It was a nervous habit of his.
“Alright, I don’t have a lot of time but…what the hell, right? I got a lot of crap from my girls last night after you left, and I have to admit…they had a point.”
Drake cocked his head to the side and motioned for her to sit down with him. Then she continued
“I’m trying to put what I’m feeling into words, but it’s hard because I don’t understand what I’m feeling. I have dreamt about you and you’ve dreamt about me, and my friends are right, I would be crazy not to explore this. But… I want to make sure you have no expectations. Because I don’t know how this will play out. But I think maybe…we could start as friends?”
Drake rose his eyebrows “Do you really think you and I can just be friends?”
She blushed furiously. “That’s what I want to find out. I mean so far you’ve been…” She trailed off and Drake could see she was struggling.
“I’ve been…?” He pressed
“You’ve been hard being ‘just friends’ with.” She finished
“I thought you had a boyfriend?" He asked
She looked at him sheepishly “Actually…I haven't seen him awhile. He’s been trying to contact me, but I haven’t responded and then I ran into him here of all places, supposedly he was here on ‘business.’ But...I mean technically, yes. We're still together. I'm at a crossroads, I'm not sure what I'm going to do. This trip was meant to give me some clarity on the subject."
“So, you think he followed you here?” Drake asked.
She paused, thinking. “I think he’s desperate for my attention. Which is ridiculous because he’s never supported me in anything. Or, maybe he actually is here on business. I just don't know, and I'm here with my girls regardless." She let out a laugh and Drake instantly liked her even more.
“Anyways, I have to go catch my flight but…will you meet me in the city? Maybe this Friday night? As friends, of course. I’ll probably bring my sister…you could bring Steve if you want. Or whoever. She seems to really like Liam, but I guess he’s going back to his home country or something soon.”
“We will absolutely be there” Another voice broke in.
“Damn it Steve.” Drake warned.
Steve was grinning as he walked over. “I know, I know, I shouldn’t have butted in. But I wanted to make sure my good pal here didn’t do something stupid, like say no to you.” He clapped Drake on the shoulder and Drake glared at him.
“I’ll walk you out.” Drake told her.
“It was great meeting you, dream girl! I mean, Jessa!” Steve called after them. Drake was practically shoving her out the door.
“Sorry about that. He’s…excitable. But, he means well.” He told her.
“So then, is that a yes? To being friends?” She asked, a look of hope crossing her features.
“It’s a yes to meeting up with you. I don’t know about the friends’ part, yet.”
He saw her face fall. “Oh…well, ok…”
“Friends don’t kiss each other the way we do.” Drake interrupted. He saw her eyes widen and then flick down to his lips. He took it as an invitation. He curled one arm around her waist, pulling her against him and splaying his fingers across her lower back, and brought his other hand to cup her face. Bringing his lips to hers was like magic. Her lips were soft, smooth, and tasted of cherry chapstick. He kissed her gently, sweetly, savoring the moment, unsure if he would get another. When they broke apart he rested his forehead against hers.
“I’m going to ask again. Do you really think you and I can just be friends? Because I will take every opportunity I’m given to kiss you, and so far, I’ve kissed you every time I’ve seen you.”
She chuckled nervously and swallowed. “That was here in Vegas. In New York, we’ll be back to reality. You probably won’t even want me anymore. I mean. We don’t actually live in a dream world, Drake.”
Drake smirked “I guess we’ll find out.”
She smiled and turned, starting to walk away. But Drake had another question. “Jessa? In your dreams…What else did you see?”
Drake watched as her face lit up in happiness “I saw the world.”
And then she left, leaving Drake alone. He smiled to himself. He had seen the world too, and he knew he could be her world if she let him. When Drake went back inside, Steve was just sitting casually.
“Thanks, fucker.” Drake fumed
“You’re welcome. I mean, you should definitely be thanking me. You have a date with your mystery girl.” Steve beamed, clearly proud of himself.
Drake rolled his eyes. “I guess you didn’t hear the part about her wanting to be just friends?”
“Oh, I did.” Steve told him “But do you think I don’t know you just kissed again out there?”
Drake’s jaw dropped “How did you…”
Steve scoffed. “You’re a romantic, Drake. You pretend not to be, but you are. And that girl is beautiful, and you’re in love with her, and I don’t think you’re going to stop until you are way more than ‘just friends’.”
Drake frowned. Damn him, talking all sensibly, for knowing exactly what Drake was going to do before he knew himself.
Steve smirked “Again, you’re welcome.”
That night, Drake decided he wanted to get drinks with Liam, alone. So, the four men split up. Maxwell and Steve headed in one direction and Liam and Drake headed another.
They found a couple seats at the bar, and once they had their drinks Drake turned to face Liam.
“How do you really feel about Leo’s abdication? And becoming King yourself? That’s pretty huge, Liam.”
Liam sighed. “I…my standard response is to say that I’m honored. And it’s technically true. But it really came out of nowhere and now I have to choose a wife that will be a good Queen and basically my life was just planned out for me. I don’t get to live my dreams anymore. This is the dream that was chosen for me.”
Drake nodded. “You know you’ll be great, right? No offense to your brother but…thinking of him leading a country makes me shudder.”
Liam laughed. “Yes, that’s…true. I think my father and Regina were actually a bit relieved. I was always the more responsible one.” He smiled sadly. “That’s why I wanted to bring you back with me. I just…really wanted a friend there. A real friend. My only true friend.” Liam clinked his glass against Drake’s.
Drake took a sip and thought a moment. “I don’t know if I can, Liam. I have a life in the US, now. I have friends here. There’s no nobility, or courtly mannerisms, or backstabbing to get higher in society. It’s just…real people living real lives. It’s unbelievably refreshing. I mean, take Steve. He’s my kind of person. He’s a complete dick sometimes but I can always count on him to tell me things like they are and not how I want them to be. He is constantly pushing me to take chances, because I have never taken them before. He’s the realest person I know. I’m in school, learning something I’m passionate about. And now that I’ve met Jessa….” He trailed off.
“I know.” Liam said quietly. “Look, I’m planning on coming back to New York with you for a few days. I want to see where you live and what you do. But then I’ll have to leave. The season starts soon, and I have to be there. I don’t have a choice in the matter.”
He took a deep breath and continued “I know it’s unfair of me to ask this of you, to ask you to leave your life behind and follow mine. I just want you to know you will always have a home in Cordonia. And Drake…just so you know…you are also the realest person I know. Everything you just said about Steve? That’s how I feel about you.”
Drake watched his longtime friend take another drink. He looked sad, and Drake felt terrible for basically saying he liked Steve more than he liked Liam. That wasn’t true, of course, they were just…different. Very different and from very different worlds. They can't really be compared. But he could see how his words had stung him. Liam caught him looking and gave a small smile. And for the first time since they had known each other, neither one knew what to say to the other. They were different now; their friendship was different. Their lives were different. Drake did miss him but…he kept remembering Steve’s words from the other day: “You have spent your life in his shadow. We’ve been friends for a while now, and I want to tell you that when we first met, I really didn’t like you. You were cold, rude, and downright miserable. But now? You’re the coolest guy I know. And that’s because you broke out of whatever shell Cordonia had trapped you in. You deserve happiness, too. Don’t forget that. And this Jessa girl? She’s your happiness. I know it. I feel it.”
“When do you go back to Cordonia?” Drake asked
“Saturday”
“Ok.” Drake nodded. “I’ll give you my answer Friday.”
“Why Friday?” Liam questioned
Drake grinned “Because that is when I’m seeing Jessa again. And maybe then I’ll know.”
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A Silent Devotee Part Five - Cherry Chapstick
Draco Malfoy x Reader
Warnings: the word FUCK, that is all
Word Count : 1.9k Series Masterlist Part Six
“So what’s it like to be a death eater?” You ask, a bright smile on your face even though it’s way too early in the morning to be this happy, well at least for Draco.
“Y/N, we are in surrounded by other students can you be quieter please.” He hushed you, motioning with his hands like as he pushed his hands down in the air your inner volume would be supressed.
“Sorry, I’m just nosey.” You replied only a tad quieter than before.
“Yeah that personality trait has been very clearly established.” He jokingly glared at you but couldn’t hold it, which was weird since his facial expressions towards people were usually very dreary and mean but when he saw you smiling, like being nosey was a compliment, he couldn’t help but let his façade break.
“Also it’s not the most cheery of topics to start our morning.” He added.
Before you could respond a familiar trio made their way over to you. “Morning Y/n, is Malfoy bothering you?” Ron spoke with a spite filled tone. Their relationship was weird, you were friends with both now , well you assumed Draco considered you a friend. Neither was really in the wrong, it was all based on the way they were raised and the path that was laid before them in Hogwarts You knew Draco was mostly in the wrong from the way he has acted and treated people but you believed he was more than that, it was a defence mechanism.
“Not at all, we are just chatting.” You stated like it was the most normal thing in the world.
“Malfoy? Chatting? I didn’t know he could hold a civilized conversation.” Ron continued as Hermione and Harry watched with proud smiles on their faces from their friends words.
“You think I’m uncivilized? Have you seen yourself or your family for that matter, my family is the epitome of wizard class and you think I can’t hold a conversation?” Draco spat back defensively.
“Maybe he was questioning if you could have a conversation without being rude.” Hermione countered.
“It depends on who I’m talking to.” Draco said as he walked through the group leaving you there with the confused trio.
“So, you and Draco and friends now?” Harry asked, no judgment in his tone but a bit of confusion.
“Can you think of anyone in the school she’s not friends with or at least friendly towards?” Hermione said, in her usual tone like she knew the answer to her own question.
“No, I can’t really think of any, I would say Filtch but there was that one time he caught us up late and she got us out of trouble with him, she could probably befriend a death eater or even Voldemort if she tried.” Ron said nodding his head after he spoke as if he was agreeing with his own words.
“Ha, well maybe my friendliness doesn’t extend that far.” You awkwardly laughed and made your way to the Hufflepuff table.
You noticed Draco sitting across the great hall and tried to make eye contact with him and smile, but he wore a frown as he stared at nothing, deep in thought.
When you were done eating you meant to go talk to Draco but he was already gone, if he wasn’t in a good mood you hoped he would seek comfort from you, but he would probably shut himself away.
Draco wasn’t used to having a friend he could talk to and seek help from so when he got upset over the very obvious opinion people had about the two of you he closed himself off. Draco went to class and avoided everywhere you would be. He was doing good until the two of you had Potions together again.
You walked into the room and noticed the empty seat beside Draco, you smiled brightly and made your way to the seat.
“Good afternoon.” You hummed as you organized your books on the desk.
“Hi.” He replied not looking at you.
“Draco? You have avoided me all day and now you seem so… blue. Are you okay? If I’m being too suffocating I can back off.” You said, your worries becoming known.
“No, I like having you around, I just don’t like the judgment.” He simply stated, not looking at you.
“Well I don’t care what people think, and you shouldn’t either.” You said placing your hand over his and rubbing circles into his skin, a small gesture but it made his heart race and he wasn’t sure why. His cheeks heated up from your words and the action but before he could reply you were interrupted.
“It was bad enough you being friends with the Hufflepuff but now you guys are what? Holding hands. Draco you could do so much better.” Pansy said loudly drawing the attention of the others.
You pulled your hand and retracted into yourself, making yourself seem smaller. You could feel yourself developing a crush on Draco and felt ashamed since you knew he only wanted a friend.
You began to over analyzing every action, was it so obvious that you had feelings for him or was Pansy just being overly jealous and spiteful like usual.
“Oh fuck off Pansy, you’re just jealous like always. It’s not such a crazy notion that I would want to have a friend.” Draco’s bad mood became evident again as he spoke.
“Me? Jealous? You wish Draco. Also you do have friends, I don’t know why you would need more, especially her. Well, being friends I can kind of see, but there’s rumours that you two are actually dating, unbelievable if you ask me!” Pansy spoke like she was wounded at first but quickly gained her sharp tone back to make her words hurt as much as possible.
“Why is the idea of us dating so unbelievable? Just because I wouldn’t date you doesn’t mean I wouldn’t date anyone. I’d be lucky if Y/n even considered dating me, I’m lucky enough she wants to be my friend.” Draco knew everyone was listening and exactly how to embarrass Pansy with his words but he also was trying to defend you which wasn’t a normal thing for Draco since he usually just aimed to hurt people with his words.
She huffed and turned to walk back to her seat as the professor walked in. Everyone was giggling and whispering about Pansy, then they would look over to you and Draco and whisper some more, you didn’t mind at all as your mind was preoccupied by the fact that he intertwined his fingers with yours under the table.
Maybe it was just a reassuring gesture, or maybe it was him silently hinting at something more as he looked straight ahead at the professor, not daring to look at your reaction.
You sat through the entire class with your hands intertwined under the table, both of you too scared to pull away or look at each other. You had never looked so attentive in a class but your mind was busy racing with thoughts about Draco and not retaining a single thing the professor said.
When class ended you both pulled your hands away to grab your books and walked silently out of the class room, it was your last class of the day. A nice thought but now you had no idea where to go or what to do, at least if u had somewhere to be you would know where to go but you both awkwardly stood there, just waiting for the other to talk first.
“Do you want to go sit outside?” Draco asked as he looked out the window seeing the bright shining sun.
“Sure, I’d love to sit outside on some dirt with you.” You joked
“We can sit on a bench you idiot.” He laughed and nudged your should with his as you walked towards the doors.
“There are no benches by the lake though.” You said looking to him.
“I take it that means you want to sit by the lake then.?” Draco smiled as he spoke.
“Yes.” You said as you nodded.
“Well I would love to sit in the dirt by the lake with you then.” He said as you made your way to the lake and found a spot of grass that wasn’t to damp or dirty, a perfect spot under a tree with a bit of shade, a lot of warm sunlight and a thick patch of grass.
You threw your books down and took a seat resting your head against the trunk enjoying the warm sun on your face, you closed your eyes from the light.
Draco sat down next to you and just admired you for a second, your eyes slightly fluttering and the smile that covered your face, how did he get so lucky he thought.
Out of everyone in the school you happened to catch him during his darkest time, that was currently still going on even though he didn’t feel it when you were around. And instead of judgment you gave him hope and friendship and another feeling he couldn’t quite loose, he felt himself catching feelings for you.
After today’s class he hoped they were reciprocated, you didn’t pull your hand away at all. Maybe it was more friendly but he had to know if you felt the same. The problem is that Draco is scared if he tells you that you will get scared off and run away if you don’t feel the same and he will have ruined the only real friendship he’s ever had.
Maybe he should just be bold and kiss you, your lips that looked even more pink in the sunlight, they almost sparkled from the glistening cherry chapstick you wore, he wondered if he would taste it.
You opened your eyes to see Draco sat beside you staring at you, his face was growing redder by the second.
“Are you getting sunburnt already?” You asked as you lifted your hand up to his cheek feeling his warm skin underneath.
Draco’s eyes widened, he was blushing over the thought of simply kissing you. He felt so embarrassed he wouldn’t admit that to you though.
“Oh, uh yes I burn easily.” He spoke timidly, like he wasn’t even sure if that was true.
You moved over to the shaded spot and pulled him by his arm over to you, he was sat on his knees so he clumsily let you pull him, moving his knees getting as close as you would bring him.
He sat so close to you now, you looked into his eyes for a second and he looked right back into yours, he was thinking about something but before you could ask his eyes moved to look at your lips.
Your breath caught in your throat and before you knew it his lips were placed on yours. He misjudged the distance a bit and pushed your back against the tree, his one knee making its way between yours as you placed your hands back on his cheeks holding his face and keeping him close, the kiss was passionate but not too heated.
Draco pulled away before any tongue could be involved. He stayed a few inches from your face examining the smile on your lips, the lips he just kissed, and the brightness in your eyes and your hands that were still placed on his cheeks.
He felt a weight lifted of his shoulder as he realized, you wanted that kiss just as much as he did.
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