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don't fuck your co-workers. kuroo tetsurĹ x fem!reader
+ tags & warnings; heavily suggestive, implied smut, use of the word "slut" like once & reader deffo sleeps around
+ a/n; listen to the title guys, don't fuck ur co-workers pls its not good and this does include dating, it's BAD (been there done that). also this is my longest one-shot yet (wc; 1544) AND first none inarizaki one-shot I AM A CHANGED WOMAN
Donât fuck your co-workers.
That is the one unspoken rule of the workplace, right? It ruins the dynamic and adds unneeded tension to an already dreaded environment. But what if having sex with your coworkers is the only way to make it to the top. You were smart, you knew that. But more than your brains you had the looks. And even more dangerous, you knew how to use them. Use them to your advantage. Low of you? Maybe. Did it work? Yes.Â
You canât help but let out a sigh at the emails sitting in front of you. Who knew having a job meant you would actually have to do work. Maybe becoming a sugar baby would have been the easier option. As the music plays throughout your headphones, trying to find some motivation to respond to the endless company emails that sit in front of you. Maybe you should just walk out now and marry rich.Â
âL/N-san? Are you good?â Your coworker says as he walks past your desk.
Your head darts up, looking at the handsome figure in front of you. Kuroo TetsurĹ. One of the men in the building you have yet to sleep with. Kuroo was seen as higher than you in the business, so maybe getting in bed with him would give you a better chance at being the business woman you had dreamt of.Â
âEarth to L/N?â Kuroo says again, this time waving his hand to get your attention.
Crap. You had zoned out. You nod your head in response. Kuroo peered down at you with confusion. âActually, Kuroo-san, can you give me a hand responding to this email? I am unsure what they are askingâŚâ you manage to spit out.
âOh sure, L/N.â He walks next to you, leaning down looking at your monitor. It was an email from a random sports team. Even Kuroo could agree this email was confusing. As he read the words on the screen, you turned to look at him. He looked hot whilst concentrating. Actually, he had always been hot. But one step at a time, right?Â
âOh I see what they are asking now.â Kuroo then goes on to explain the email and how he would respond. You couldnât help but look at him through your eyelashes. Maybe you were having too much fun sleeping around in the office. Call it what you want, but it gave you some fun and it was efficient. Almost all of the men fell under your control, all of them but Kuroo TetsurĹ.
 You could tell Kuroo was paying attention to what you were doing, and he couldnât deny his attraction to you. Ever since you were hired. Starting off as the pretty secretary all the men would flirt with on their way in. Leaving you coffee and treats each morning. All of the men but Kuroo, who tried to show zero interest in you. Keeping your relationship strictly professional. It wasnât because he did want anything to do with you. He wanted everything to do with you. However when you had first walked in the building Kuroo was seeing someone, a lady who would often pop in. She was beautiful, sweet and funny. Everyone loved her. However, you started seeing her less. And eventually not at all. Of course this was strange, you happened to ask Kuroo one morning when he walked in when he casually mentioned their breakup. It was sad, but also gave you an opening. You know you should listen to girl code or whatever, but he was too good to miss out on. Maybe your morals werenât there, but fuck morals.Â
âAh! I get it now, thanks Kuroo-san.â You say shyly, maybe he liked the more innocent approach? âIâll finish it off now.â You smile.
âNo worries, L/N san.â He responded, âIf you need anything else Iâll be in my office.â
Good to know.
You looked at him once again, with an innocent look in your eyes. This worked on everyone else in the building. Why not him? The day continued as you answered emails, all your coworkers leaving the building as the sun went down.
âBye Y/N!â Your coworker Rin said as he walked past. Now it was just you and Kuroo. After your encounter today you were determined to get something out of him. At this point it didnât mater if fucking Kuroo lead to a promotion or not. It was more like your personal mission, the only thing to satisfy you. Was it a sexual fantasy? Essentially. I mean Kuroo was toned, he had dark hair and dark eyes. Kuroo exerted a mysterious and intriguing vibe. But on top of that Kuroo was funny, smart, cunning, and powerful. He wasnât head of the JVA but he was high enough where if you convinced him to put in a good word your business woman fantasy would become more than true.Â
You got up from your desk, adjusting your skirt and fiddling with the buttons of your shirt. Each step brings you closer to Kuroo as you knock on the door to his office. âKuroo-san? Are you still here?â You ask softly, as you slowly open the door you see Kuroo sitting in his seat. His laptop closed.Â
âOh hey L/N-san did you need something? I was just getting ready to go home.â Kuroo replies, staring at you. Staring at you. If he didnât know any better he would have eaten you alive. Your hair now slightly dishevelled, your blouse slightly unbuttoned leaving your lacy bra and cleavage on display, your skirt hugging your hips perfectly, and the thigh high boots making your legs look ever so sexy. Kuroo swears you didnât look like this last time he saw you. He had heard rumours of your escapades, seeing you know he didnât blame the men you toyed with. If he could, he would take you right here right now.
âOh, I just kinda felt scared and lonely by myself. Pathetic to admit I knowâŚâ You admit with a very vulnerable tone. It wasnât a lie, you were lonely and a little scared. You slowly start walking over to Kurooâs desk, he slowly gets up and walks towards you closing the gap. âKuroo-san? Why do you keep calling me L/N-san? You refer to everyone else by their first name? Everyone else refers to me by my first nameâŚâ
Kuroo knew the reason. It was so he formed no unneeded attachment to you. He already felt attached. For why? He will never know, since the day he met you even being in a relationship he wanted you. Maybe that was part of the reason Kuroo had broken up with his partner, but who knows? Anyone would be naive to deny the sexual tension between you and Kuroo. Maybe it was finally his time to strike?Â
âWell why do you call me Kuroo-san, y/n.â He says his hand now on your face, tilting your head up to look up at him. God he looked good. âYou call everyone else their first name.â
âI-I donât know Ku-TetsurĹ.â You canât help but stutter. You were usually the dominant one but something about him made you weak. He had full control over you right now, and you enjoyed it. You know if someone walked in it would be over. You had fucked multiple co-workers before, never in the office. You weren't sure if Kuroo wanted you like that, right here and right now.
âYou know, Y/N I have never been the biggest fan of my name⌠Yet it sounds so pretty when you say it, princess.â He says moving his face closer to yours. God that nickname made you have butterflies, made you want to give him everything right now.Â
âTetsu-â Kuroo cuts you off.
âBut I am not going to act dumb with you right now, sweetheart. I know what you have been up to. I know about Rin, Haru, Emori, Yuto, etcetera. About you being the office slut.â He says into your ear softly. âDonât think I am like one of them Y/N.â
You weakly nod.
âAnd you know this is wrong?â Kuroo asks.
Another nod comes out as you look up at him with doe-like eyes.
âSo, why do you continue?â Kuroo questions.
âI wanted none of them, none of them satisfied me, TetsurĹ.â You weakly admit.
âAnd you think I can do that?â Kuroo responds.
âI know you can, TetsurĹ.âÂ
Kuroo began kissing up your neck, your arms wrapped around his. He slowly lifted you up, your legs wrapped around his waist. The kiss now moving to your lips, desperate. You both knew how long you wanted this, since the day you sat down as a secretary. It was even better than he could imagine, your lips soft and tender. You tasted like the watermelon lip balm he would watch you apply. Wishing it was him touching these lips instead.
It was wrong, oh so wrong.
âTetsu- I need more than this.â You whine, pulling away for some air.
âI know, princess. Why donât you pack up and we can go home, hm?âÂ
An offer you couldnât refuse.
Lets just say, you got that promotion and so much more.
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at last | ahs - freak show ; j.darling
tag list babes || req. rules / fandoms+characters || got a req? || masterlist
CHAPTERS ;Â
This is a one shot... for now. Masterlist for AHS can be found here.
AUTHORS NOTES;
This was inspired by the fact that I woke up and chose violence in the form of angst, there not being nearly enough love for Jimmy Darling on this hellsite and oldies on Spotify and maybe just a smidge of The Notebook. Oh and a prompts list which is this one right here
SUMMARY;
-- you grew up with him and somewhere along the way, you fell in love. aka, the one where unrequited love becomes requited.
PAIRING;
Jimmy Darling x Fem!Reader (aside from having female parts, this one is a bit better of a blank slate I am uh.. still transitioning from writing OC works to writing Reader works so yeah.)
WARNINGS;
Angst. That is the warning.
TAGLIST;
There's nobody on my American Horror Story taglist. If you'd like to be, please click the little link up top and add yourself or tell me and I'll do it.
OTHER STUFF;
Reader has been adopted by Elsa Mars and raised as her own from a young age. None of the plot of Freak Show is mentioned here save for Jimmy losing his mother and Maggie being in the first half. This is all I have for this particular thing so if you want to see more or maybe you want me to make a series out of this please lmk. Otherwise, this is a one shot.
âLet me go, Jimmy.â
You give him a pleading look. The suitcases are already packed, and a taxi is on its way. You tried so hard to stick around, the carnival is your only family and itâs the only thing youâve ever known because Elsa Mars adopted you when you were no older than three.
But youâre 19 now.
All grown up.
Youâve been in love with Jimmy Darling for years and you canât take another second pining away in secret.
âSo youâre just gonna leave, doll? That it? Weâre family til we ainât anymore?â Jimmy looks so hurt. So oblivious. And he sounds so cold when he says it. âMaggie, she was right. You were always too good for this place.â
Maybe hearing her name come out of the mouth of the man you love for the millionth time is what prompts you to do it. And you figure thereâs no harm, itâs not like heâll return the feelings and itâs not like itâll change anything that youâve decided.
âIâm so sick of her.â you say it without thinking. Bitterness welling up from deep within as you shake your head when Jimmy goes to speak up, to say something. âLook.â you rub the bridge of your nose and you sigh, taking a deep breath. âI canât pretend anymore, alright?â
Jimmy steps up, blocking your path when you step over with every intention of grabbing your suitcase and leaving the rest of what youâve stopped yourself from saying unsaid.
Elsa, your adoptive mother peeks in. âYour taxi is almost here, darling. Have you said your goodbyes to everyone?â
âYes maâam.â
âSheâs going tâ go off and make a name for herself, Jimmy! Arenât yâ so excited for her?â the words are said with a hint of mocking as brown eyes linger on Jimmy Darling. Heâs just lost his mother and now, heâs losing you. The love of his life. The one girl heâs always wanted, always put on a pedestal and told himself heâd never have because heâs disfigured, heâs a freak. Youâre too good for him, he could never give you the life you deserve.
âYeah. Real excited.â Jimmyâs tone is flat.Â
âMake your last goodbye quick, my little darling! Itâs almost time to go.â and with this, Elsa Mars is gone, the door swinging shut soft behind her.
âWhy are you even here? Doesnât Maggie need something?â you say it quiet and you say it with what you hope is a voice that doesnât contain a hint of jealousy or bitterness. âArenât you in love with her now?â
This is the exact reason you know you canât stay here. Pining away in secret ultimately leads to bitterness and anger and thatâs not a way you want to live your life. Itâs already started, youâve bent over backwards since her arrival to try to find something wrong with her, something thatâll get her run off. Away from him. Away from your family.
You step around him to grab your suitcase one last time and you canât help or stop it when the words come tumbling out. âIâve loved you since the first time I laid eyes on you, Jimmy.â you want to disappear on the spot, but you swallow down the lump in your throat and you keep going, âIt hurts, ya know? I ache for you. And you donât even⌠Itâs like Iâm not good enough because Iâve tried so hard.â
You pick up the suitcase and start to make your way out of the little silver camper. As youâre walking towards the road to wait for the taxi, Maggie stops you and you sigh, defeated. âYou win. Just⌠take care of him, please?â you mumble, âTake care of him.â
You hurry towards the road and youâve made it halfway, but youâre stopped. Whirled around with force that catapults you straight into him. Webbed fingers grip either side of your face clumsily and heâs leaning down, his forehead against your own. âBaby no⌠câmon doll, you donât have tâ do this, please stay. Câmon,â heâs pleading frantically and rough lips attack your softer ones hungrily as he continues to beg, âDonât leave me too. I love you. I really love you, I mean it.â
You pull away because youâre wary of it at first. But heâs just about to cry and you canât take it. âJimmy..â you trail off, raising a hand to wipe at your eyes. âYouâre just saying that. Youâll be fine, youâll see. Youâll..â you wipe your eyes again, âYouâll forget all about me and it wonât take long, either.â
The taxi comes to a slow and screeching halt and you get into it, paying the driver as you light up a cigarette with shaking hands. âWhere to, miss?â
âThe train station. Iâm leaving for New York today.â you manage a weak smile. And the whole time, your heart is breaking into a million pieces on the inside.
Jimmy watches you leave and Maggie wanders up. âYou loved her, huh?â
âSheâs the reason I wasnât leavin yet. I.. stayed tâ be close to her. Just told myself I couldnât have her.â
âWhereâs she going?â
âElsa said somethinâ about New York.â
Maggie isnât stupid, she knows their brief and fleeting thing is over, right then, on the spot. She sighs and gets him looking at her. âI donât love you. Not like her.â
And somehow, hearing her say it doesnât hurt at all. Not nearly as much as you leaving.
âRemember everything you told me? About the future? About a little house in the middle of town? I think you know who you really imagined all of that with. Let her go for now.. But go to her.â
Jimmy thinks it over and he takes a shaky breath.
â ( 2 years later )
Youâre exhausted. All you want to do is go up to your little studio apartment and sleep. Youâre pushing your way through a crowded street a block away from your place and you think you see him in the crowd but you quickly put the thought out of your head. Elsaâs last letter hinted that the show had broken up and you can only assume that Jimmy went on to build his dream life with his dream girl.
Because when he tried to stop you from leaving that day, youâre almost certain that when he said he loved you he meant like family. Like a friend or a sister, because thatâs essentially how youâd been raised with him.
So youâre almost completely certain that seeing him in crowds and catching hints of that cheap cologne and the pomade he used in his hair are just residuals and you tell yourself that one day, this wonât happen anymore. One day, youâll forget all about him.
You know itâs a lie but it keeps you going.
Youâre just about to step into the lobby of your building when you feel hands on your hips and you whirl around, ready to attack.
Jimmy is standing there. Wild flowers in one hand and a weak smile.
It takes a second for you to process. You blink twice and he doesnât disappear in front of you.
âIâve loved yâ since the first time I laid eyes on ya, doll. Are you almost done with this shit?â he gestures to the busy sidewalk and the crowded street you live on. Youâre frozen, mouth and brain utterly useless because neither one wants to work on their own, let alone together. âJimmy..â
âYeah, kitten?â he steps closer, towering over you. Pulling you close by wrapping an arm around your waist. âI hate this place. Itâs too noisy, doll. Let me take yâ home?â he mutters, closing the distance between his mouth and yours.
âJimmy, what aboutâŚâ youâre not allowed to finish what you were about to ask because heâs pulled you up his body, your legs around his waist. âDarlin..â he coaxes, teeth locking on your bottom lip as he deepens the kiss, âI tried tâ let you go, alright? I..I canât. I love you. Itâs you, okay? Itâs always been you.â
âTake me home, Jimmy.â you gasp out as your mouths crash against each other all over againâŚ
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Can you please do a Rowan x reader in which Reader is fem, and has the ability to see ghosts? Like everyday people see her talking to nothing but she's just talking to ghosts, and talks to Rowan's ghost who is still convinced Wednesday needs to be killed and asks reader to do it because she's the only one who can see him, and reader is kinda snarky cuz she actually is friends (kinda) with Enid and Wednesday?
No rush, love ur work! đđ
This is a little shorter than I wanted it to be, but my last posts haven´t been showing up in the tags which is making me kinda depressed. I still hope this reaches you and you can enjoy <3
Talking to Ghosts
pairing: Rowan Laslow x fem!reader
warnings: none
word count: 0.6k
Being able to commune with the dead and doing so on a daily basis was nothing that made you popular. At least that was what you learned. Looked at weirdly or just getting looked down upon by your peers ever since your early days at Nevermore academy you had a hard time fitting in. There was only one person whoâs interest got sparked. Watching you talk to seemingly thin air from a save distance. Not daring to interrupt your conversations. It wasn´t an easy power to bear, but after years of mastering it and even making acquaintances with one student or the other you thought you had it all under control. Most of the ghosts were just glad to be seen and left you alone anyway. Until the arrival of Wednesday Addams at the school added one more ghost to talk to. You had never talked much to Rowan when he was alive, with both of you not being the most outgoing of personalities. Towards the end of it some might even had noticed the very obvious feelings you held for each other, if they would have cared enough.
His death added so much to how you were treated before already. He didn´t look at you like the others did. He understood how it felt to be treated so unkindly by people who were supposed to understand what it was like to be different. The both of you saw how even the people closer to you looked at you sometimes. Not maliciously, but weirded out nonetheless. You weren´t mad at them for it. You understood, but something in Rowan changed shortly before Wednesday arrived at the academy.
The ghosts of past students had warned you about the girl the day she arrived and the way Rowan started acting before should have reinforced the want to stay away form her. For some reason you listened to Enid and Xavier enough to be at least neutral about her.
Rowans death followed soon after and it made everything so much worse. People looked at you even weirder now, Teachers approached you wanting to talk, when they saw you arguing with what seemed like yourself on the daily. The only times you truly were left alone by Rowan anymore, when you were getting high with Ajax and Xavier. More often than not though he spend his time following you around. Pointing out everything that didn´t add up about her, talking about his mothers prediction. Trying to convince you he was right in what he tried to do and that it still needed to be done. You tried to be understanding of his situation, because it seemed like it was hard for him to understand what he was now. Tried to. When he asked you to do it, you finally snapped.
âRowan stop!â, you ignored the looks of everyone in the quad. âI understand why this means so much to you. I get that your mother was very powerful and I saw you a friend, but this goes too far.â
âIâŚâ, you didn´t give him a chance to even start the sentence.
âNo. I´m sure it must be hard to hard to wrap your head around everything that happened and sure Wednesday may not be my friend exactly, but Enid is. One of my only friends now too and she trusts Wednesday. So I am not gonna destroy that or get myself into god knows what else kind of trouble. I´m sorry.â
You knew your words were harsh, but they needed to be said. He leaves you alone for a while after that. Avoiding to talk to you until after the fight with Crackstone. Once you do see each other again, he apologized for what he had asked of you.
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im not ready for threshold guys! im not! im really not! ive just woken up! oh god, whyyy why must i? it's not fair, it's not fair that i have to do this god damnit.
I'm in shambles and we haven't even started yet.
it's fine. it is fine. alright. lets just. go for it.
hi @a-mag-a-day, threshold time! Mostly rambling, always great words, if I tag it with meta, that means it's GREAT words. You know the drill.
I think it's really cool that this is a continuation/related to a season 1 statement. It really shows how much Jon's changed throughout the years.
Heâs just a lonely old man looking for attention and trying to manipulate me into moving back in with him, even though Iâve told him so many times that thatâs just not going to happen.
I just feel bad for both of them, both Paul and Marcus. How Paul's actually experiencing this, but Marcus is so... distrustful, for a good reason, that he doesn't believe Paul. That if it just happened a little sooner together then they'd have been able to help each other, but instead all they were able to do was make things worse.
Parallels to Jon and Helen or am I reading too much into it?
And I donât like being manipulated. I donât like being lied to.
The Spiral and The Web are pretty similar, you know. What with the whole gaslighting thing of The Spiral, make you doubt yourself, but that's also like manipulation, you know? Can I just gesture to Helen and Jon's whole thing as The Spiral also being a bit of a manipulation fear, because like... yea.
When I was thirteen, it was underneath a railway bridge. It was huge and metal this time, with solid iron bolts sealing it shut and a thick chain stretched across it. The warning stickers had long since peeled off, and someone had scrawled in chalk: âWarning: Danger of death.â As I passed, something heavy began to bang on the other side, sending the chain dancing. It pounded again and again, and I didnât know if it was trying to force its way out, or politely knocking, hoping to be let in.
Aaaa! Spooky! This statement is, yeah, it's scary, and really cool. I just nhhnhrnnh 10/10! it's so snazzy! This episode as a whole, mate, it's just great.
I was trying so hard to walk carefully, to seem like I wasnât drunk, that I almost didnât notice it until it was too late.
My drama teacher says that to act drunk you need to act like you aren't drunk. Like, act like you're acting like you're not drunk. You get it? I've never needed to act like I'm drunk so... ÂŻ\_(ă)_/ÂŻ
He just wants me to move back in with him, and I canât. I just canât. Sometimes, you just have to leave, even if whatâs on the other side scares you.
A mic-drop ending again, yay! God, the way the statements end are always so cool, this is one of the most cool ones.
I never thought Iâd miss those days, when I could throw out some half-baked speculation about drug abuse or mental illness and, woosh, away all the statements went.
I'm fine okay, it's fucking fine. It's so fine, I'm so fine, like so fucking fine, so much fineness in me. It's like! For Paul MacKensie, he can say that, he can say there's too much that doesn't add up, and that he wants to believe it but can't, he can fucking say that.
But he can't say that about this, he's mag 41 too deep. PODDED CAST!
AAA
But no, almost every one of those statements, those people ⌠That poor old man. Like I can talk. Like Iâm in any position to mourn the suffering of the innocent.
So, I was looking through old dms to find my reactions to threshold, and I found something, not on a first listen but here it is:
Last night I was thinking about Jon's line in threshold "Like I can talk. Like I'm in any position to mourn the suffering of the innocent," and literally crying.
And thinking about how yk none of the avatars see themselves as undeserving of what they got, right, none of them. And I'm sad about that.
It is not only the innocent that suffer.
I have so many feelings about Mike Crew now you don't even know
girls when girls when (gender neutral) they have a years long villain arc and at the end of it they can't recognize their former self
This is about Jon and Mike Crew and Helen and Jude Perry and Hh
(messages to mapleejay (follow it) on the 28th December, 2022)
But there is one thing I know an awful lot better now than I did when I read his fatherâs statement. I know an awful lot more about doors.
FUCK DUDE YOU SURE DO!
I love him so much.
HELEN
You rang?
ARCHIVIST
Marcus MacKenzie. Why didnât you tell me?
HELEN
Is that name supposed to mean something to me?
ARCHIVIST
No, I suppose it wouldnât, would it? Just an old man and his son for you to terrorise and feast on.
AAAAAAA JSWDAESDAFIJA THIS THIS ALRIGHT LIKE-
Okay, Jon's fucked up, he has fucked up, but he remembers their names, right? He remembers them. Jess Tirrell. Floyd Matharu. The others that we don't know the names of. Absolutely not proportional, Jon why the fuck did you do that, but like, hey, at least they're still people to him.
Also... "why didn't you tell me?" This implies they've been talking enough for Helen to have told him, which does make sense, actually. I have headcanons post-131. Well, post-132, when Jon's not throwing himself in a coffin, you know?
HELEN
Ah, well, the son I was pursuing long before I was even Michael. And technically, I didnât eat the old man. He passed away from terror before I even got a chance to open properly.
ARCHIVIST
And his son? Marcus? He was fine when I found his fatherâs statement two years ago, but now, suddenly, I canât get through to him.
HELEN
No, I imagine not. I decided it was time to finish that game a few months ago.
ARCHIVIST
You⌠Why?
He sounds so bloody frantic, and just... oh my god just the way he's speaking, frantic and horrified, should he have known that this is what he'd get when he befriended monsters.
Aaaaa threshold <333
HELEN
Not sure. I suppose Helen didnât have quite the same attachment to him as a project. Iâm not quite as much for decades-long campaigns of subtle terror these days.
ARCHIVIST
Thatâs horrible.
HELEN
Is it? We do what we need to do when it comes to feeding, donât we?
âŚ
Donât we, Archivist?
ARCHIVIST
(Softly) Yes.
SCRATCHING AT THE WALLS HNNHHNRNHR
OH MY GODD I DONT EVEN KNOW WHAT TO SAYYY IM JUST- AAAAAA SCREAMING CRYING SHAKING JON LIKE A CAT!
I had good words a while ago, again to @mapleejay
ME:
To be fair the entire fandom's jon loosing their mind episodes are like the same
(A Guest For Mr. Spider, Scrutiny,
Can't even type scrutiny
Uh the eye opens
MAPLEEJAY:
true
ME:
Feel like we as a society should be more obsessed with helen and jon
MAPLEEJAY:
relistening to the coming storm Again
TRUEEE
ME:
And also whatever the hell eye contact was
NO ONE TALKS ABOUT EITHER OF THEM AND HERE I AM ROTATING THEM IN MY BRAIN
MAPLEEJAY:
punching them beating them up /pos
ME:
Diversity loss! The distortion is a tory
MAPLEEJAY:
HAGAGDHQHD
ME:
But like also jokes aside oh my god them. Like hhhh
- the new door where jon saw himself in helen and then helen IMMEDIATELY died
- another twist where jon was about to die just like helen did and helen saved him (i actually never fucking saw- JUST LIKE HELEN DID [transcribers note: probably is drawing parallels between Jon almost dying to Michael, and Helen actually dying, and Helen being able to save Jon])
- taking stock where helen asks jon for help when SHE takes someone
- threshold where JON goes to HELEN and HELEN (fuck why are they so similar) JON GOES TO HELEN BECAUSE SHE KILLED SOMEONE AND HELEN THROWS HIS VICTIMS BACK IN HIS FACE
- a gravedigger's envy where theyRE BLOODY HHHHH WHY
NO
OK
BECAUSE THE HELEN JON DAISY TRIO REFLECT OFF EACH OTHER
AND I HATE THEM >:(
- checking out WHICH IS IMMEDIATELY AFTER THE EPISODE WHERE MARTIN TALKS TO HIMSELF MIND
AND IS LITERALLY THE MOST HONEST WE SEE HIM IN THE WHOLE SEASON LIKE NOT THAT HES LYING TO MARTIN BUT THAT HE'S NOT TRYING WITH HELEN
*shaking them vigorously* fucking die
(10th January, 2023)
they. fuck them. god damnit, them <3
HELEN
It would be better if you embraced it.
(MAG 146 - Threshold)
HELEN
Oh Jon! This existence can be wonderful, if you just let it.
ARCHIVIST
(Sadly) I know.
(MAG 187 - Checking Out)
MARTIN
Huh. She couldnât help what she was, I guess.
ARCHIVIST
She didnât even try.
(MAG 188 - Centre of Attention)
Jon and Helen ⨠feelings â¨
I have highlighted those specific lines together so much, like... they just fit. Throwing them at a wall.
ARCHIVIST
Were you controlled?
HELEN
What a delightful thought. I donât believe so, no, but the Spiderâs strings are subtle, so I suppose itâs not impossible. Why?
ARCHIVIST
I want to know. Can The Web control another avatar, one that serves a different power? Make them do things they donât want to. Make them find victims, feed.
(Helen laughs.)
HELEN
Perhaps. Perhaps not. Would that make life easier for you? Are you so sure you didnât want to?
(Helen laughs again.)
[ID: CC!GoodTimesWithScar with his head in his hands. /End ID]
ARCHIVIST
Been a while since youâve all come to see me together. I assume itâs not good news.
It starts with him being all... sarcastic and stuff, and then he's like Oh Shit. Oh Fuck. Oh No.
ARCHIVIST
And what exactly is on this tâ Oh.
OH BOY! OH GOODIE!
oh boy...
oh boy...
BASIRA
How many?
ARCHIVIST
Basira, Iâ
BASIRA
How many?
ARCHIVIST
Four.
MELANIE
Jesus.
BASIRA
Including the one on the boat?
DAISY
What one on the boat?
ARCHIVIST
Including Floyd, five.
MELANIE
Jesus.
Firstly, like great voice acting, all of them, all of them. Yeah... I'm not going to say the secondly :D
ARCHIVIST
Jess Tirrell, the woman on the tape, she was the fourth. Iâd just tried to⌠I was weak, ravenous. I didnât feel⌠The first was a supermarket cleaner, ended up lost for a weak in an endless warehouse. I didnât even⌠I just went in for some shopping and he was there and I just⌠asked. The second was⌠It was after I got stabbed by Melanie.
MELANIE
You are not putting this on me.
ARCHIVIST
No, thatâs not what I meant. I was walking the streets; I thought I was trying to clear my head.
DAISY
But you were hunting.
ARCHIVIST
Apparently. And I found a woman who, every year on her birthday, wakes up in a fresh grave, just for her.
DAISY
And the third was after the coffin.
ARCHIVIST
A man rejected by all who knew him, searching ever darker places for love. When he told me his story, he started weeping maggots.
BASIRA
Enough.
ARCHIVIST
I hope so.
IM USUALLY PRETTY GOOD AT WORDING MY THOUGHTS OKAY JUST-
You know what, take a gander through annabelle--cane's tumblr, it has good words. I just sort of went through his tma tag for a while ajsjdjhfs.
BASIRA
Youâre a danger, Jon, a monster. Youâre hurting innocent people.
ARCHIVIST
So did Daisy.
BASIRA
Shut up! Itâs not the same thing at all!
Like, Basira what the fuck, she's just... she's all like oh wow daisy's better for resisting, meanwhile trying to get daisy to hunt again, enabling her when she did, making all these excuses for as to why daisy's actually better and what she did wasn't wrong and awful.
Yes, I get that that's the whole point of Daisy and Basira as characters.
BASIRA
Iâll tell you all what I find. Donât let him eat anyoneâs brain while Iâm gone.
ARCHIVIST
Thatâs not what I do.
HE SOUNDS LIKE HES SULKING, I LOVE HIM SO MUCH
I don't have a conclusion. Shaking Jon and Helen I love them so much. I still need a jon and helen tag. Threshold (starts fucking crying)
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C and M would be interesting to see for Naruto? ^-^ đ
NSFW Alphabet [Naruto Uzumaki]
an: bestie, for you, anything! I shall deliver you some spicy Naruto goodness, let me feed your beautiful soul! ^^
Masterlist
C - Cum
Naruto loves to watch you swallow his thick load.
His hips always pull back to see his creamy seed coating your tongue until the pink is entirely hidden. He'll ask you to swallow on a guttural groan, fighting to keep his eyes from rolling into his skull as you do as commanded, flickering your tongue out to show your good work.
Whiskered cheeks a pretty soft pink, he'll grab your face and kiss you until you are both breathless. He doesn't care that he can taste his lingering cum in your mouth, if honest, he kinda likes it.
You'd say his taste is definitely unique, bitter and overpowering but not unpleasant. Naruto certainly packs a punch and when you had first sucked him off, you were startled by how much cum he produced.
"Fuck, sweetheart. Take it all, my best girl," he purred to you, fingers laced in the depths of your hair as he shuddered and shook.
The sunshine boy really has a thing about not wasting cum, he'll paint your clenching walls pure white but he'll fight to keep it in either until he was ready for another round or you convinced him to move - not an easy feat.
When it comes to eating out your sweet little pussy - as he likes to refer to it - he is sloppy. Perhaps it was from all the ramen he slurped over the years but he could not go down on you without him ending up with your slick covering his mouth and chin.
He really had a way with his mouth, alternating between lips that formed a perfect suction around your aching clit and his velvet tongue lapping at your folds.
One orgasm is never enough, Naruto enjoys forcing multiple releases from you to the point you'd worry about his poor jaw, but he doesn't seem to mind.
His large hands hold your thighs against the mattress, your useless attempts at trying to close them are futile given how strong he is, all whilst he eats you out like a man sitting before his last meal.
M - Motivation
Attention - pure and simple.
Naruto was starved of basic affection and attention as a child, ostracised from the village for something he had no control over. He might be a man now, hailed a war hero and saviour of the entire world but he remembered the feeling of being alone, well.
Want to turn the blonde-haired God into putty in your hand? Simply give him your undivided attention.
It can be as easy as listening to him when he has had a long stressful day, offering advice when appropriate and helping him verbally annihilate those that have pissed him off that day.
Naruto can't truly put into words how it makes him feel - the warmth that invades his chest and makes him rub absently at the spot over his heart.
Add in some tactile attention and the Uzumaki will purr like your very own kitten.
So it might have been a few days since you last tangled in the sheets, he has been very busy and you don't blame him for falling asleep as soon as his head hits the pillow but it's time for some loving.
Spend the entire day with him, even if he has to work, you tag along and lend a hand in the best way you know how. He might be Hokage now but you can lighten his load every now and then.
Naruto is none the wiser to your ploy until it is much too late. His skin tingles with every brush of the pads of your fingers along his shoulders and arms. His throat feels dry and scratchy when you bend over to stack some files that lay discarded on the floor, his head tipped to the side as he glazes over at your round ass swaying from side to side. His pants are uncomfortably tight on his body as if the fabric was shrinking on his frame, as you lean over to pour him another cup of tea.
Do you know he can see straight down your top, and why the hell are you not wearing a bra?
He is going to bring you into the office more often if this is the end result, you hidden under the desk, sucking on his sensitive dick whilst Shikamaru goes over the afternoon's agenda.
"Hey, wasn't y/n here earlier?" he asks suddenly.
Naruto jumps and almost chokes you completely on his length. You are already drooling around the edges of your mouth, trying desperately to keep your actions quiet but it's so hard when you wanna moan about how good he tastes.
"Oh... she - she went out to run an errand," Naruto replies, ending on a high-pitched squeal as you chose that exact moment to cup his balls.
"Uh-huh."
Shika ain't buying it, but he is too damn tired to push the matter further.
He finally leaves. The second the door snicks shut, the practically vibrating Uzumaki is yanking up from your hiding spot, gripping your slobbery mess of a chin in his tight grip with red flecks peeking through the blue of his eyes.
"You're gonna pay for that, brat!"
And pay you do, but it was worth every second, and you'd do it again in a heartbeat.
Naruto deserves all your attention for now and forever.
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doing the bf tag with my bf.
hey, siri, does bf stand for best friend or boyfriend? (or both?)
pairing ::Â na jaemin x reader
genre :: fluff / best friend + youtuber au
word count ::Â 4,691 words
warnings :: none
playlist :: mean it (lauv & lany) â always, iâll care (jeremy zucker) â fearless (taylor swift) â fingers crossed (coin) â cardiac arrest (bad suns)
authorâs note :: this fic is a tiny bit different than my usual writing because i emphasize more on dialogue than description in order to mimic a youtube video. happy birthday to this absolute darling angel! you have the biggest heart in the universe, and thank you for sharing so much of it with the world âĄ
âł part of the not clickbait series.
Your subscribers have always wondered if you would do this type of video countless of times, and you never thought youâd ever actually record one due to the state of your love life (or lack thereof), yet here you are.
Unfortunately, the romantic department of your life still remains very much empty though. But lucky for you, so is your best friendâs. And that pretty much works out perfectly because he could stand in for your nonexistent boyfriend in order to complete the popular GF/BF tag (along with a hidden challenge that was popular by demand and personally requested by a certain friend with a flair for baking. Now if only the frantic butterflies in your stomach would settle down just enough for you to do it).
After all, BF could stand for either boyfriend or best friend, right?
Itâs also no secret that yours and Jaeminâs subscribers shipped you two together either. Heck, you may be a little delusional as well because you ship yourself with your best friend, too. Blame the massive crush youâve been secretly harboring. But two best friends sharing an apartment and frequently appearing in videos on each of your respective channels? In the eyes of your fans, thatâs basically the perfect setup for a modern day love story.
It would 100% be the greatest love story since Kat and Patrick in 10 Things I Hate About You, but at this point in your life, your story is going to be marked down as a tragedy. You feel even more hopeless and dramatic than Romeo was about his unrequited love for Rosaline. Also, that dude got over her way too quickly at the sight of another pretty girl. You wish that would happen for you, too, but your heart is much too stubborn over Jaemin.
When you had asked him if he would do the video with you, Jaemin immediately agreed much to your initial surprise. The publicity would be good though, you surmise later on, and both our fan bases would grow, so of course, he would agree. Itâs not like your best friend liked you back. That would be absolutely absurd.
âAre you ready?â Jaemin speaks up, breaking your train of thought, and youâre slightly startled. He plops down in the plush pink rolling chair next to you, the chair moving back a few inches. He scooches it closer to your own chair, buzzing with excitement. You smile at your best friend, pushing down the butterflies erupting in your stomach. You nod before reaching forward and pressing the record button on the camera set up in front of you. You pull up the list of questions on your phone.
âYeah, let's do this.â
How did we meet?
âOh, this is an easy question,â Jaemin says, flashing his award winning smile at the camera before he throws his arm around you happily, hugging you affectionately. âIt was freshman year. You ran into me. Literally. We were in the same class, and it just ended. You were trying to shove your textbook into your bag and didnât notice where you were walking until you face-planted into my back.â
The memory is still fresh in your mind, and you remember how you had already resigned yourself to your fate of becoming good friends with the floor. But Lady Luck was on your side for once, and she sent an angel in the form of Na Jaemin to save you from embarrassment on your first day of university.
âYeah, I almost fell flat on my butt, but luckily, Nana has great reflexes and when he turned around, he grabbed my arm before I hit the ground,â you add on, still squished into his side. He beams, eyes crinkling into half moon crescents before placing a kiss on your cheek and turning back to the camera.
Your heart skips a beat, but you ignore it. Jaemin has always been affectionate, and kisses were all in good fun. You continue on, plastering a nonchalant smile on your face. âAnd he said, âLooks like you just fell for me.â And then he insisted that we get lunch together.â
âAnd the rest is history!â he exclaims happily, resting his cheek on the top of your head. You smile fondly before going onto the next question.
Where was our first date?
âThe dining hall immediately after you ran into me.â
âThat wasnât a date,â you interject. âWe can skip this question since we arenât dating.â
Jaemin shrugs, waiting for you to read the next question. He murmurs faintly under his breath, âIt was supposed to be one.â
Weâre going out to eat, where are we going?
Jaemin answers immediately, leaning back in his chair. âThe little pizza place down the block! They always make three different types of unique pizza everyday, and once they sell out, they close for the day.â
âWe always go on Wednesday because they make both of our favorite pizzas then.â You chime in, and he nods enthusiastically, moving closer to the front and throwing his hands up in the air for emphasis. âThey have corn and potato pizza that day!â
You wrinkle your nose slightly before leaning towards the camera. âTo my subscribers, for the record, I assure you that I have better taste than that, and I love the artichoke pesto pizza with ricotta.â
What food do I dislike?
â... Corn and potato pizza,â he says reluctantly with a pout. âAnd kiwis. The outside is furry and creeps you out, and the fruit makes your tongue itch.â
You flash a thumbs up at the camera, and your best friend grins, puffing up his chest. Chuckling quietly, you shake your head before answering the question yourself. âAnd this dork absolutely hates anything strawberry flavored. And heâs lactose intolerant, so dairy is his enemy.â
âI love cheese, but cheese hates me,â he says mournfully, hanging his head down low before he jumps back up and reads the following question listed on your phoneâs screen aloud.
Who is my best friend?
âMe!â Jaemin shouts gleefully, throwing his hands up in the air, and you canât help but laugh, grinning widely at your best friend, a fond expression on your face.
âYou.â
Am I a morning person or a night person?
âWeâre both night people,â you say, and Jaemin nods in agreement. âYou wonât catch either of us waking up before noon if we canât help it, and we each have to set up like five alarms just to wake up.â
âIt works out because we can stay up together watching movies or editing our videos,â he adds in, turning to you and smiling fondly. âAnd I always have a partner when I want to go on a midnight snack run to the convenience store nearby.â
Do we have a song? What is it?
âJeremy Zuckerâs Always, Iâll Care.â
âThatâs our song?â Youâre surprised. You were going to mention one of the go-to karaoke songs the two of you liked to belt out on the top of your lungs after a movie and wine night. Jaemin makes a great Sharpay Evans when you both want to bop to the top.
âItâs the song that reminds me of you,â he says, voice growing softer as he reaches the end of the sentence. Curse your heart for melting into a puddle. His cheeks turn pink under your gaze, and he becomes uncharacteristically shy, clearing his throat awkwardly.
âAnyway, whatâs the next question?â
Whatâs my nickname?
âNana!â You reach out to poke his cheek, and he puffs them up before pouting at you. He reaches out and pinches your cheek.
âI call you âangelâ sometimes. Itâs why your channel is called peachyangel.â
What's my weirdest habit?
âJaemin eats way too much cilantro,â you state, swinging around side to side in your rolling chair.
âI do not!â he protests loudly, and you give him a blank stare. The two of you sit there in silence, not breaking eye contact until he finally relents.
âOkay, maybe I do. But you pour cereal before milk!â
âThatâs not a weird habit!â You defend yourself. You are appalled at your best friend. Neither of you have ever woken up early enough for breakfast, so this has never come up before. If you wouldâve known this in the past, maybe you wouldnât be so ridiculously in love with him in the present.
âYes, it is! Your cereal gets all soggy that way!â
âOnly idiots pour their milk first!â
He clutches his heart dramatically. âAre you calling me an idiot?!â
â... So moving onto the next questionââ
What do you think Iâm talented at?
âMaking people fall in love with you,â Jaemin blurts out, and your eyes widen at his answer as your grip on your phone loosens considerably.
âIâI mean, youâre just so approachable, and youâre kind to everyone. You care so much about everyone and everything. People feel comfortable around you, they always gravitate towards you, and you justâ I donât know, you make people feel loved,â he explains, unable to meet your eyes, and his cheeks darken. He fiddles around with the loose strand on his sweater sleeve.
Your heart swells ten times bigger and beats faster than ever. You wonder if Jaemin knows he has the same effect on everyone, too. You hope he does.
You wonder if he knows youâre in love with him and if he would love you back. You hope he does.
When was the first time you said âI love youâ Â to me?
âUh, we can skip this one, too,â you say awkwardly, but he throws his arm around your shoulder again, hugging you tightly. âNope, not skipping! I have the answer to this one!â
He grins toothily at the camera before pinching your cheek for a second time affectionately. âI said âI love youâ when you showed up at my dorm and brought me pop tarts at three in the morning after I accidentally drunk texted you, instead of Jeno. Thatâs when I knew you were a keeper.â
âI did that because I felt bad about throwing up on your shoes at the party we went to the weekend before that,â you mumble, face growing warm when you remember your best friendâs drunken confession a few years back. âBesides, you were drunk. It doesnât count.â
âOkay, fine, but we say it to each other all the time. The second time I said it was when you brought me chicken nuggets, and I was hungover, but sober.â He says, spinning in his chair.
âI can see the pattern now. You say it when I bring you food,â you say, crossing your arms over your chest with a fake pout. âYou love food, not me.â
âThatâs not true!â he exclaims, halting mid spin and facing you. He turns your chair towards him, moving forward to clutch both of your hands in his, and stares directly into your eyes seriously. âI love you.â
You inaudibly gulp, helplessly gazing back at him as you feel your face begin to burn, your heart speeding up in your chest. Jaemin grins, leaning back and letting go of your hand. âSee? I love you!â
âY-yeah.â You swallow hard, fumbling over your words. âYou love me.â
What is your favorite thing about me?
âYour laugh,â Jaemin replies honestly, reaching out and absentmindedly drawing circles on the back of your hand as he looks at you. âHyuck told me the other day that whenever I try to do something funny or make a joke, I have a habit of turning towards you for your reaction. It makes me kinda proud that I can make you laugh.â
You know that youâre stupidly grinning like an absolute idiot at this point, but you donât care. You even almost forget about the camera.
âYour smile,â you answer, maintaining eye contact with him. Your smile widens when you see one appear on his face, his eyes shining brightly. âYou have the prettiest smile, and Iâm grateful that Iâm able to see it everyday or be the cause of it sometimes.â
What film always makes me cry?
âOh, The Lion King.â Jaemin responds automatically. âWe both cry our eyes out at the stampede moment and when Simba tells his dad to wake up.â
âWhen we saw the live action version together, we brought along a ton of tissues with us, and he used almost all of them.â
What drink do I always order?
âJaemin is crazy and always gets a venti iced americano with no water and eight espresso shots. He used to drink it six times a day until I yelled at him about it,â you say, shaking your head at the camera before glancing over at your best friend. âItâs seriously bad for your health.â
His lips jut out into a pout as he whines, âYou wouldn't let me cuddle with you until I changed it!â
âIt was for your own good! Plus, that drink tasted like battery acid!â You exclaim, and he sulks quietly before begrudgingly agreeing. You pat his head in consolation, and he grabs your hand, naturally interlocking your fingers with his.
âI drink it less now and with only two and half shots.â
If I could, what candy could I eat all day long?
âChocolate,â you blurt out immediately. âJaemin is a chocolate fanatic. But heâll take anything with sugar. He has such a sweet tooth. He eats brown sugar when heâs bored. Even his boba drink has 100% sugar.â
âItâs as sweet as you.â Jaemin winks at you exaggeratingly, and you roll your eyes, turning your face away slightly to hide the smile that begins to spread across your face.
âY/N likes matcha green tea Kit Kats.â He leans closer to the camera, peering into the lens in a serious manner. âIf any chocolate companies are watching this, we are both open to sponsorships.â
If I could live anywhere in the world, where would I live?
âHere,â Jaemin says confidently, beaming at you, âYouâd want to live here with me. And I want to live here, too. Because this is the bestest place in the world.â He hesitates, faltering for a moment before searching your eyes. âRight?â
Who are you to say no to that?
You smile at him. âRight.â
What am I deathly afraid of?
âYouâre afraid of spiders,â he announces, âYou make me take care of all the spiders in the apartment.â
âYeah, itâs the only reason I keep you around,â you say casually, and he gasps, insulted. You give him a cheeky smile. âIâm just kidding.â
He scowls at you, lips pulled into a frown. âYou better be.â
What is the first thing that I do in the morning?
âJaemin is never awake before I am,â you inform the camera, crossing your legs. âI have to wake him up first if we go anywhere.â
âEven if you donât have to go to an event, you still wake up early to make sure Iâm awake, so I wonât be late. So thatâs what you do first thing in the morning: wake me up.â Jaemin nudges your leg. âYou always come into my room as a blanket burrito with your comforter wrapped around you.â
âThatâs because I have to face the treacherous cold to make sure you arenât late to your events. But you still end up late anyway because you drag me down onto your bed and refuse to let me go until we lay there for twenty minutes,â you grumble, pulling up your legs onto your chair and wrapping your arms around your knees.
âCuddling is a good way to conserve body heat and start the morning,â Jaemin states, waving his arms around to emphasize his point.
âReally? Do studies show that itâs beneficial to cuddle in the morning?â
âI donât know.â Jaemin shrugs, making a noncommittal noise. He smiles at you, causing your stomach to do flip flops and your heart to do cartwheels. âBut it makes me happy every morning, so Iâd say thatâs enough proof.â
Who usually wins our arguments?
âY/N does,â Jaemin sighs heavily, leaning back against his chair in resignation. âYou always win.â
âItâs true.â You nod, patting Jaeminâs arm consolingly. âItâs tough always being right, but someone has to do it.â
âYou always pout, too, and I just give in because youâre too cute,â he says casually, and you freeze in your seat. Never mind the fact that heâs implying youâre wrong, Na Jaemin just called you cute.
Good thing this is caught on camera because this means you can secretly watch this multiple times in private. And also cringe over your awkward reaction, but letâs not talk about that right now because once again, Jaemin just called you cute. You! Cute! Jaemin! Your mind is honestly short circuiting, and you canât do anything, except nod and smile like a complete fool.
What do we usually argue about?
âAdopting,â Jaemin says solemnly. Eyes widening, you wait for a moment, but he offers no explanation. You lightly shove his chair, and he rolls a few inches away. âNana, you can't just end it like that! You have to say more than that!â
Turning towards the camera, you hurriedly explain, âHeâs talking about pets. He wants to adopt five dogs and name them after Jisung, Chenle, Jeno, Renjun, and Mark. And then he wants to adopt a snake and name it after Donghyuck.â
âShe said we could only get one dog and the snake.â Jaemin scowls, slumping in his seat as he stares into the camera. âI canât believe she isnât letting me get five dogs. I love Jisung and all non-Jisungâs equally.â
Whatâs my favorite clothing item?
âItâs not even yours. You always steals my white hoodie. I havenât been able to wear it for the past month,â Jaemin complains, and you have the decency to look a little guilty.
You play with the strings of said hoodie thatâs currently engulfing your body, curling into yourself as you tuck your face into the sweater like a turtle. âYour clothes smell nice.â
âBut we use the same laundry detergent.â Jaemin wrinkles his eyebrows, confusion evident in his eyes. âAll our clothes smell like snuggles and cotton.â
âItâs not the same,â you insist, wrinkling your nose, and he shakes his head, lips curling into a smile. He reaches over and tugs the hood of the sweater over your head playfully.
âOkay, whatever you say, angel. You look better in them than me anyway.â
Where am I on a Friday night?
âYouâre here with me, eating Chinese take out and watching Criminal Minds,â you answer, and he agrees, nodding.
âWe just finished watching all twelve seasons on Netflix, so if anyone has any show recommendations, please send them in!â
What is my weirdest interest?
âOnce again, my clothes,â Jaemin says, and you begin to protest but he wags his finger at you. âNo, no, no, you donât get to disagree! You hoarded like six of my sweaters in your closet. I bought you the exact same sweater for your birthday, but you still take mine!â
You silently decide that it is better to accept this defeat than correct him because you actually have seven of his sweaters and a few tee shirts as well.
Whoâs my favorite YouTuber?
âMe!â Jaeminâs hand shoots up in the air. âIâm your favorite YouTuber. Next question.â
Your hands start to get clammy as you look down at the final question you have been saving for last. Itâs been a good fifteen minutes, and the butterflies still havenât subsided. If anything, they seem to have multiplied and transformed into a whole rampaging zoo complete with elephants and monkeys.
âUh, are you sure about that, Nana? ShowMeTheMonet is really good. I also really like itsmebetch a lot.â You stall for time, staring at the last question until the words are stamped in your mind. âDream Unsolved and Worth It are amazing, too.â
Suddenly, Jaemin is right in front of you as he spins your chair around to face him, frowning and complaining, âWhat do you mean Iâm not your favorite? Youâre my favorite! What kind of best friend are you? This is a betrayal! An insult! This is worse than Jisung not calling me his favorite! How could you do this to mââ
âOkay, okay, youâre my favorite! Iâm sorry! It was a joke,â you interrupt, but he turns away from you, crossing his arms over his chest.
âNo, go make a video with ShowMeTheMonet instead.â He sulks, shoulders hunched over. âIf you like her so much, go be best friends with her.â
âIâm sorry! Iâll buy you all the chocolate you want after this,â you plead with him, placing your phone on the table next to you. âIâll even buy you boba everyday for a week!â
Jaemin brightens up at that immediately. âOh, yeah! I want some milk tea after this! Okay, whatâs the last question?â
You swallow hard, nervously fiddling with the hoodie strings once more and shoving all the butterflies down to the pit of your stomach. Twisting in your seat, you move your chair and spin his around until youâre both facing each other, knees touching.
ââWhere and when was our first kiss?ââ
At the immediate thought of kissing you, his cheeks explode in various shades of pink, the tips of his ears catching fire. Heâd be lying if he said he hasnât thought about kissing you daily. Heck, he had to stop himself from doing so earlier when you were burying your face in his stolen hoodie. Itâs so unfair that youâre always so cute and looking so⌠so⌠kissable.
âI, uh, I donât think I can answer that,â your best friend stammers out as his eyes dart towards your lips before meeting yours.
âBut you got all the other answers right.â Your voice comes out steadier than you thought it would, and you mentally pat yourself on the back. Gnawing on your bottom lip, you pause for a moment, balling your hands into fists before uncurling them and asking hesitantly, âShould I help you out?â
âYes.â He wonders how exactly you can help him out. Oh god, did he kiss you before when he was drunk? But you wouldâve told him if he did that. What if he had kiâ
A soft pair of lips lands on his.
Youâre kissing him. Oh my god, youâre kissing him! Jaemin wants to jump up and shout it from the rooftops. His heart leaps from his chest, and heâs wildly cheering in his mind as fireworks explode around him before he suddenly remembers that he has to kiss you back.
And so he does.
Jaemin tugs you closer until youâre pulled onto his lap, a muffled squeak of surprise coming from you, and he laughs as he presses his lips against yours more firmly, hands gripping your thighs as you straddle him. Your arms loop around his neck, and your heart ricochets in your chest as you kiss him back until your lungs are screaming for oxygen and you have to pull away.
Jaemin positively beams at you, eyes sparkling as he leans forward and nuzzles his nose against yours affectionately. He laughs breathlessly, resting his forehead against yours. âYeah, that was really helpful. Our first kiss just happened right here a few seconds ago. And now, our second kiss is about to happen.â
Your best friend closes the distance, crashing his lips against yours once more, and you kiss him back just as fervently, smiling against his lips as he does the same. Never in either of your wildest dreams did you think this was going to happen, but you sure as heck arenât complaining, and neither is he.
When the two of you finally break apart, you bury your face into the crook of his neck, flustered, and Jaemin laughs giddily, cheeks flushed and eyes twinkling. He hugs you tightly to his chest before nudging you to look up at him. âSo did I get a 100% on the boyfriend tag?â
âYes,â you say, sitting up straight on his lap and grabbing both of his hands in each of your own, intertwining your fingers with his. âYou got twenty five out of twenty five. Congratulations on your perfect score.â
âTechnically, you did do the boyfriend tag with your boyfriend then, right?â he says slyly, squeezing your fingers. âShouldnât I get some bonus points for helping you do the tag correctly?â
You chuckle, failing to contain your smile. âOkay, fine, you get bonus points, too. You did an A plus job, Nana.â
âIâll take those bonus points in the form of kisses.â He puckers his lips at you, and you easily comply, wordlessly leaning forward to give him one, two, three kisses.
Jaemin grins at you, positively delighted before he attacks you with kisses, peppering soft kisses onto your cheeks, forehead, chin, the tip of your nose, and everywhere else in between until he finally kisses your lips gently.
If this was a cartoon, there would be hearts floating around his head and shooting from his eyes. He leans forward again to kiss you one more time for good measure. You smile mischievously, tilting your head to the side slightly as your hands curl around his shirt. âAre you sure thereâs nothing else you want for your bonus points?â
His eyebrows furrow for a split second before his entire face lights up. Jaemin carefully cradles you, picking you up as his grip tightens under your thighs. You let out a quiet squeal, wrapping your arms around his neck, as he stands up enthusiastically.
âCut the cameras!â
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nana ŕŹ(ŕŠ*ËáľË)ŕŠ* ŕŠâĄâ§âË commented:
I LOVE YOU SO MUCH ANGEL đĽşđđđđđ¤Šđđđđ¤§đđđđđźđđĽşđđĽşđĽşđĽş
peachyangel replied:
ily too baby đĽşđ¤§đđ
insert goofyâs chuckle commented:
is this allowed?? there are minors here đŤ jisung look away
peachyangel replied:
get your mind out of the gutter, ya nasty đ we turned off the cam because he wanted to go get milk tea
jisung pwark replied:
Iâm 18!!!!! Stop treating me like a child!!!Â
ghosts are real so suck it hyuck replied:
@ jisung pwark stop making me cut the crusts off of your sandwiches then
big head king replied:
@ ghosts are real so suck it hyuck how come you donât cut the crusts off of my sandwiches đđ
ghosts are real so suck it hyuck replied:
@ big head king because you are a grown adult and jeno already does it for you
jenojam commented:
congrats jaemin!! :)
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we would love to sponsor you, Mr. Na!
FIGHTING HAEYADWAE commented:
OH YOU ARE NANA!!1!1!!! đ¤Żđ¤Ż
ShowMeTheMonet commented:
um hello i would love to do the gf tag with you! i accept!!! it would be an honor đ¤Š
peachyangel replied:
omg yes!!!! đĽşđĽş letâs do it soon đ
insert goofyâs chuckle replied:
@ nana ŕŹ(ŕŠ*ËáľË)ŕŠ* ŕŠâĄâ§âË did⌠did we just lose our gfs đ¤§
mork lee rawr xD commented:
hahaha nice guys ! this was really cute haha
ty track commented:
the babies are all growing up too fast ):
jeno is my favorite commented:
.... i feel so single @.@
DonutKillMyVibe commented:
let it be known that I was the friend who challenged @ peachyangel to do the challenge and hence, I am the reason these two are together đđ
ghosts are real so suck it hyuck commented:
someone should make an updated version of that jaemin complaining video compilation with this
big head king commented:
ayyy you all are the GOAT đđđ
jenojam commented:
so are we just gonna let it slide when he called everyone except jisung ânon jisungsâ ?
jisung pwark replied:
đđ
insert goofyâs chuckle commented:
is no one gonna comment on how he called me a snake?????
ghosts are real so suck it hyuck replied:
@ insert goofyâs chuckle is no one gonna comment on how much of a clown hyuck is???
insert goofyâs chuckle replied:
@ ghosts are real so suck it hyuck wtf? where did this even come from
ghosts are real so suck it hyuck replied:
@ insert goofyâs chuckle sorry I thought we were stating the obvious here
big head king replied:
LOLOLOL
apado gwenchana god commented:
nice đđđť
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â their wedding day with you.
ŕł pairings: (izuku midoriya, katsuki bakugo, shoto todoroki, x fem! reader)
ŕł Â tags: headcanons, tooth rotting fluff
ŕł warnings: Â none
ŕł Â my nav  â  my mha writing masterlist  â my katsuki bakugo x reader smau
ŕł if you want to be a part of my mha taglist. send me an ask!  âĄ
ŕł Â please do reblog if you enjoyed!! it really helps writers and content creators on tumblr! (feel free to add tags too because i love reading them and my heart swells with happiness when people love my work!)
ŕł after a million wedding videos and pinterest boards later, iâm excited to share with all of you my wedding hcs! these are short and a quick read so i hope you enjoy! âĄ
-Â you and your fiancĂŠ, katsuki, were arguing over the venue and the theme of the wedding. he wanted it to be a simple ceremony. perhaps taking place at just a regular event place- whilst you wanted the venue to be at a beach.Â
- it was a dream you had always wanted while innocently planning your wedding as a kid. so why not make it a reality?
-       The two of you peacefully decided on it over rock paper scissors. You won so⌠the beach wedding it is.
-Â Â Â Â Â Â Â (Katsuki actually loved the idea of the beach wedding as much as you did. He just didnât want to admit it.)
-Â Â Â Â Â Â Â coral blue and oceana palettes, luscious palm trees swaying with the wind coming from the sea, the calming sound and view of the ocean, coral and shell designs hung everywhere, tables and chairs with little boho and aquatic inspired designs.
-Â Â Â Â mitsuki bakugo insisted on making your wedding dress. you were overjoyed and deeply touched by her sweet gesture. As she wants the best for her beautiful and loving daughter in law after all.
-Â Â Â Â Â Â Â The dress was one of the most angelic and heavenly gowns you have ever seen in your entire life. a long graphic lace gown with an open back and the edges of your white dress had frills like that of a mermaid tail. you wore a shell bracelet, to match with katsukiâs.
-Â Â Â Â kirishima and kaminari jokingly dared bakugo to wear a tuxedo heavily inspired by the dc superhero, aquaman to keep the beach theme going. of course, katsuki ignored their suggestions and little jokes, opting for something of his usual style. his suit partially unbuttoned, tan rolled up-pants and matching shell bracelets with you.
- as you walk down the aisle, katsuki could not think of anything but the bursting feeling inside of him saying that this was it. this serendipitous event was going to signify the start of his life... his life with you. Â
- your beauty and radiance was like that of a mermaid, your (h/c) hair flowing with the wind and the ocean was there as if practically glowing for you. whereas he felt like a mere pirate who could do nothing but watch you from afar as he sailed the shores.
- yet here you are, about to approach him, to finally begin this momentous event.
- the gentle mermaid fell in love with the aggressive pirate. how sweet.
- you insisted on playing songs from the little mermaid during your walk down the aisle and during the reception, sadly, katsuki disapproved of both. with a little convincing and a dozen of cute pouty faces later, he agreed to have someone play a romantic song. just one.
- the two of you decided on someone performing a beautiful rendition of âcanât take my eyes off of youâÂ
-Â Â Â Â bakugo was about to cry while reciting his vows. Almost. He was totally going to shed some tears after the wedding ceremony, for only you to see, and before the two of you make your appearance at the reception.
- the wedding and the reception ends wonderfully as fireworks began to pop in the sky, colorful swirls as if they were coloring the sky, with one of the firecrackers even shaped as a heart. the reception continues with people dancing, and while your husband wasnât one for festivities and dancing, he would give this day a pass as you bring him to the middle of the dance floor as the two of you dance the night away.
- âyouâre just too good to be true... Â Can't take my eyes off of you~ you'd be like Heaven to touch, i wanna hold you so much~â
-Â Â Â Â shoto wants the most important day of his life to be reminiscent of a fairy tale as he wasnât able to experience the wonder and the beauty of it as a child.
-Â Â Â Â Â Â Â to keep the theme consistent, he rents out a quaint recreational woodland not far from the city.
-       he wants it to be perfect just for you especially since youâve been dreaming of living a fairy tale for such a long time⌠and here you are now about to fulfill that dream.
-Â Â Â Â the wedding starting at dusk, twinkling lights and garlands hanging around the trees, fairy lights sprawled about, blooming archways, lilac ash and sandstone pallets, long romantic banquet, and guests composed of his closest friends and family.
-Â Â Â Â Â Â Â youâre dressed in a beautiful white (with pastel blue accents) floofy dress reminiscent of a fairy. embroidered with vines, satin flowers, and butterfly accents. instead of a veil, youâre wearing a flower crown decorated with pretty white daisies and leaves.
-    whilst shoto was wearing a suit reminiscent of peter pan. an exquisite blue suit with a peter pan lily as his boutonnière.
-Â Â Â Â Â Â Â As soon as he sees you walking down the aisle, tears were about to stream down from his cheeks.
- the whole todoroki fam are at the brink of tears too, as these were one of the very rare times they see the youngest todoroki with the biggest smile and most blissful look on his face.Â
-Â Â Â Â Â Â Â All of the guests stand up, each seat has one thin branch with attached handcrafted butterflies and fireflies for them to hold up and to illuminate your way to Shoto.
-Â Â Â Â Â Â Â A musician strums their guitar and begins to sing âCanât Help Falling In Loveâ by Elvis Presley.
-Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Heâs just beyond delighted to see you. As if flowers were blooming with every step you take, approaching closer and closer to him.
-Â âwise men say... only fools rush in... but I canât help falling in love with you...â
-Â Â Â Â Â Â Â You looked ethereal. Like a dawning light.
-Â Â Â Â Â Â Â You continue to walk down the aisle, looking back at him. All the pure love and adoration you have visible in your eyes.
- midway through your vows, shoto couldnât take it anymore and the tears just flowed down his face. you giggle lightly, the other guests were snickering along. you bring him into a hug, kissing his tear-imprinted face as the two of you continue with the ceremony.
- It felt like an absolute dream. This was the best day of both of your lives after all.
-Â Â Â Â Â Â Â âAnd they lived happily ever after.â
- you and izuku just wanted a simple yet still fancy backyard wedding.Â
- as the two of you wanted to spend most of your budget on traveling the world for your honeymoon trip instead.
- you could still make things absolutely beautiful and pleasing to look at after all. with your amazing teamwork and working on the planning together, you could manifest a delightful wedding.Â
- there wasnât a particular theme per se. both you and izu werenât really ones to go into specifics anyway. you just wanted to replicate a very light and airy feeling that can be seen in most dreamy weddings.
-�� string lights hung everywhere, a huge whimsical canopy was built up on the yard with two iridescent chandeliers hanging on the inside, draped fabrics and lush, interwoven greenery, mint and powdered colored accents, and a mini bar at the entrance.
- all of the heroes that izuku had known all his life were invited to the wedding. and of course, they wouldnât miss it for the world. with practically everyone attending the #1 heroâs big day.
- with the help of the girls from class 1-a and after several hours of trying on the most beautiful dresses, your heart was set on an embroidered tulle and crepe white gown. instead of a veil, you opted for a white crown headpiece, resembling that of a halo.Â
- izuku on the other hand, at the behest of the boys of class 1-a, wanted him to wear something extravagant that could woo you. izuku disliked all the suits that they made him try out and instead went for a black suit jacket, dark blue dress shirt, and to complete the look, a cute little bow tie.Â
- you walk down the aisle, holding a bouquet of flowers, your calming and ever so beaming presence felt like the light that he had been looking for all his life.
-Â izuku could just stare at you lovingly like this if he could. he fights the tears welling up in his eyes, but he knows heâs going to break soon.
- and he does. as soon as he starts reciting his vows, izuku begins to weep. the genuineness and the love that you could hear from his voice and from the emotions he was showing right now made you feel so warm inside.Â
- you hug him and squeeze both of his hands tight as he calmly yet emotionally goes through the entirety of his vow.Â
- at the reception, inko and all might offer a special toast to you and izuku. their speech composed mostly of doting words and a lot of light-hearted âparentâ jokes.Â
- dekusquad + bakugo came up to the stage too to give their chaotic toast to the groom and bride, and the atmosphere and the mood became even more fun and lighthearted.
- as a surprise, you and izuku prepared a short musical number. the two of you were going to duet stand by me by ben e. king.
-Â âwhen the night has come... and the land is dark... and the moon is the only light we'll see~ no I won't be afraid... oh, I won't be afraid. just as long as you stand, stand by me~â
ŕł taglist: @chibishae34ââ @sparkykatsukiââ @ramunegoddessâ, @serossimpy
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Fishing for a Star
type;; One-shot (6.4K words)
pairing(s);; fratboy!JK x older!Reader/OC
genre;; Slice of Life, Smut, College AU
warnings;; Drinking, oral (male receiving), shy!Koo, sub!Koo, slightly dom!Reader/OC, Yoongi being a dumbass voyeur, both parties pining for each other like idiots
a/n;; I feel like itâs been a motherfuckinâ year since Iâve written and posted anything. I honestly started this thing probably a year ago. I just really love the chill college parties trope. Might add more to this, but unlikely. Enjoy my pain as I cry over JK in leather.
edit;; Totally forgot to put a read more tag on here, sorry yâall. I even told myself to fucking do it right as I started the post. Also the pic isnât mine, got it off Google.
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âPlease tell me thatâs not what youâre wearing.â
You step out of the way for your housemate, the hoodie youâd picked out momentarily blinding you while you pulled it over your head.
âIf I wasnât, I wouldnât be putting it on.â You say, finally getting it over your head and shaking the hair out of your face. You blink at her half-way-to-getting-ready state, noting in the back of your head how good she looks even now. Her hair is done, wavy and a little disheveled. The shine of the dark strands makes you want to run your fingers through them, knowing they will be soft. Her makeup is half done and sheâs dressed only in her underwear, but sheâs beautiful all the same. You can tell sheâs planning to doll herself up tonight and why shouldnât she? Itâs one of the biggest frat parties of the year and with it being her last year, sheâs aiming to have a good time.
âThis is a party, (Y/N). At least try and look a little slutty.â
You snort and grin a little, watching her pop her hip out while she eyes you.
âWhy is that, baby?â You reply, reaching up to pull a couple of strands of her hair back into place fondly.
âI plan to get laid tonight. I expect you to too, babe.â She snaps, swatting your hand away.
âSorry, sexy. Iâm fishing for something special tonight and it doesnât require the slutty look.â
âOh god, not again.â
âWhat?â You question, turning back to the full length mirror and carding your fingers through your own hair to fix it.
âYouâve been after this boy for three years, (Y/N). Heâs got you wrapped around his finger.â She states, walking away from you and back into the bathroom. Youâre still smiling when you check one final time to make sure the jeans youâre wearing make your ass look great before leaning against the door frame.
âThat was my plan from the beginning. Now I just need to wrap him around mine.â
She snorts, leaning over the sink and closer to the mirror.
âI said three years, didnât I? If you havenât bagged him yet, you wonât.â
You pout at her, but are undeterred. You know what kind of person he is and youâre well aware of how much work he had and will continue to take. You could tell he was not a one and done from the first moment you saw him. He would take time, a lot of it and you were willing to put it all in.
âYou know how stubborn I can be.â You chuckle at her. She rolls her eyes, but smirks none the less. She knows she canât say a word to change your mind.
âWhatever. If I catch you two together, Iâm telling him to fuck you already.â
You laugh as you walk away, working on gathering what youâll want to take to the party.
âYou sure Iâll even be allowed at this thing?!â
âAre you kidding?! Everyone is invited to this party. The doors are left open so anyone can just fucking walk in off the street!â
You chuckle, grabbing your bag and stuffing your wallet in it. Youâd graduated a couple years ago and while most of the seniors would know you, you sometimes felt weird hanging out at a party in the college youâd already graduated from. A girl has to do what she has to do when a baby boy is on the line, though.
And a baby boy he was.
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âJae!â
You smile as you and your friend enter the large, old house. The lighting is dim, the music is thumping and all you can smell is alcohol, sex and sweat. Thereâs noise all around you, but you and your friend weave through the crowd easily. Nearly everyone greets you as you two pass, guys high-fiving you and girls giggling and touching your arms. You bounce to the music as you follow her, the two of you making your way past the front stairs and down the hall. You make a pit stop in the kitchen- Jae grabbing the classic Solo cup and you pulling a bottle of beer from a cooler full of ice- before heading out onto the back deck.
The backyard is just as crowded as the house, people in the pool, people in the gazebo and people littering about the yard and deck. Thereâs a large bonfire near the back of the yard and a couple other smaller fire pits in random spots. One of them is up on the deck in a small metal  pit, the warm flames surrounded by the very reason you and Jae came tonight.
âThereâs our girls!â Namjoon shouts, lifting his can and drawing the attention of the seven other guys around him to you two. Taehyung, Hoseok and Jin all shout in unison as they spot you, Tae standing and pressing a sloppy kiss to your friendâs cheek. Yoongi and Namjoon lift their hands as you get closer and you reach out to slap each one. Jimin stands to press little pecks to first your cheek and then Jaeâs. You all greet each other quietly before Jae slides herself into her targetâs lap. Sheâs been after Jin all year and you havenât been the only person sitting back to watch their game of cat and mouse. Jin is practically an expert at flirting just enough to keep her hooked without giving her what she really wants.
To be young and in lust.
Your eyes finally find the last member of the group, his silence keeping him out of spotlight unless heâs being searched for. Heâs already looking at you when you spot him and his eyes dart down to his shoes while he shuffles behind Yoongi and Jimin. He can only keep his eyes off you for a moment before they find yours and heâs trapped. You smile softly at him, taking delight in how his eyes widen a fraction and his pupils grow. Heâs holding a Solo cup, the rings on his fingers glinting in the firelight as he deftly squeezes them a bit tighter. He looks good tonight, his dark hair pushed back away from his forehead to show his strong brow. Heâs dressed in all black, black t-shirt tucked into black jeans, black boots and to top it all off a leather jacket. He definitely pulled all the stops on you tonight and you have to make a conscious effort not to drool when you stare at him. He looks like a badass and you know every other girl in this joint sees him the same way, but you know the truth.
âUh-oh,â Jae mumbles into Jinâs ear.
âSheâs spotted her target and is locked on.â
You donât bother listening to her, instead creeping closer to the object of your desire.
âHey, Jungkookie,â You murmur quietly to him, leaning in a bit closer, but not too close. You had to be very meticulous with him.
âHey, noona,â he responds shyly and the whole circle of friends is a sniggering mess for a moment. Pink beginâs to dust his cheeks, but you spare him a little and turn to flick Jimin in the back of the head.
âYou lot are pretty curious tonight. Werenât you all having a conversation before we came up?â
They all snigger some more, but quickly go back to bullshitting around the fire, leaving you and Jungkook in peace. You take another step closer to him, half expecting him to maintain the distance between you, but he remains still and lets you get closer. Threes years itâs taken you to get even this close to him, his overtly shy and sweet demeanor keeping him just out of reach of your darker, more corrupted hands.
âYou look good tonight,â you comment and his blush darkens in the firelight. He thanks you almost too quietly, quickly bringing the cup of beer heâs holding to his lips to distract himself somehow and it has you chuckling lowly at him. He looks away from you, avoiding your eyes and you canât stop the fiendish grin on your lips. You finally give him some respite, turning away from him to join in on the random conversation that the group is sharing around the small fire pit.
FinallyâŚ
He getâs his chance and takes it without a second thought. He spent years hesitating in such small matters and found himself either missing out or always caught if he didnât take the chance when it was presented to him. So he learned. Now when you have those few precious moments where your focus is not on him- where you are off guard for just a beat- he gets to watch you instead. Watch the way your eyes glow in the firelight, or the way your hair just barely shifts as a warm breeze lazes by. He takes in your simple outfit, jeans and a sweatshirt. Nothing like the rest of the girls at every party heâs ever been to. Your smile moves your whole face, your cheeks rising, you lips splitting and even your eyes squinting shut as you tease Taehyung. His lips quirk a little on their own when he notices that your ears shift a little when you smile as well.
Your lashes are long even without makeup, so much so that the first time heâd ever met you he could have sworn they were fake. But then he caught you tugging on them one afternoon while you told old stories with Namjoon. You did it regularly and had told him you could feel the dead ones coming out, you wanted to get them before they fell into your eyes. A quirk heâd logged away to keep safe for the rest of eternity. The beer in your one hand shifts to the other, the rings on your fingers clinking just loud enough for him to hear over Hoseokâs shouting. A hobby of sorts you shared with Jimin. You two wore the same ring size and often went shopping for new ones together, even swapping every now and again. The free hand moves about in the air as you speak and Jungkook thinks it almost weird now to see someone talk without gesturing with their hands so much. How did one truly immerse another in their words if they didnât show them how it felt as well? When you were angry- fuming for either your own hardships or for those of a friend- you pointed a lot, your head shaking and your hands slicing through the air to signal how done you were. When you told stories of your adventures with the oldest members of his brothers your hands where always in the air; swiping, rolling, falling and twisting. You painted such a picture with only the movement of your hands when you spoke. They werenât really dainty, your palms wide and your fingers not very long, but they fit perfectly with his hands. A fact that amazes him, but that heâs grown rather fond of. When you laugh, itâs loud. Not soft, not like the twinkling of bells, but like a song. Loud, but still beautiful and it can range from joyous mirth to deep and rich fondness, the type of feeling that fills your chest with warmth and adoration. Thatâs the laugh he enjoys the most, that deep chuckle. The one you give to him quietly so just the two of you can hear it.
He wants you. He was confused at first, for a long time. Scared of your mature age compared to him and your strength. He always sees you as strong, even if you donât think so yourself. You always make him nervous, unsure if he is really worthy of the sweet attention you give him. The quiet whispers just between the two of you, the soft touches, the adoring look in your eyes. He fears all your attention, but he canât deny now that he wants it- needs it. He canât go a day without it.
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The party winds down and you are delighted at the sight of mattresses being brought down and strewn haphazardly across the floor in their living room. When Jungkook finally picks his spot you waste no time in shuffling closer to his mattress. Normally you would keep your distance, allowing him his comfort of solitude to sleep, but youâve already allowed him plenty of his liberties tonight. You will get something out of this evening if not a simple kiss in the dark. He shocks you by saying nothing as you lay down, your eyes just catching a glimpse of Jae and Jin heading upstairs. Probably to his room to finally earn what sheâs worked so hard for. She quickly casts you a thumbs up, a large grin on her face as she tries to keep it unnoticed by anyone else in the room. You return the gesture and chuckle, groaning a bit when you body finally hits the not so comfortable springs. You take a moment to sigh before opening your eyes again and focusing them on the object of your desires.
Heâs staring right back at you and your breath catches in your throat, lost in the sea of stars in his eyes. Theyâre wide and shining, staring so intently at you that you almost donât take notice to the shine of his lips. Like heâs just licked them a few times. Even in the dim light of the moon that filters in through the windows and the very few lights in the house on you can see them glisten, and your eyes are torn between them and his shining eyes. He looks like a lost puppy staring at you, but thereâs more in his eyes. He looks in awe, almost afraid and- dare you say it- a little eager. Like he wants something to happen, but it scares him and that thought alone drives straight to your core. A fire alights inside you and suddenly youâre staring back at him with equally wide eyes, your bottom lip trapped between your teeth. The action immediately draws his large eyes to your mouth and fuck if you donât almost groan when his tongue pokes out to lick nervously over his lips again.
His mouth parts ever so slightly and you swear you can hear him panting a little over the din of people ambling to where they plan to sleep. Someone plops down directly behind you, their back hitting yours as they shift to get comfortable. Youâre right on the edge of the mattress, so this person has to be hanging off the one theyâre laying on to be this close to you. And by the feel of how broad their shoulders are itâs definitely a man. Your eyes narrow and you almost growl when Jungkook stiffens in front of you and the man knocks against you again. Your head turns just enough to spot the thin, white shirt heâs wearing stretch over one shoulder before youâre shoving back with your elbow. He grunts when you dig into his back, but says nothing else, only leaning away from the discomfort. Heâs clearly wasted. Still, heâs too close to you and taking the great opportunity presented before you, you scoot closer to the apple of your eye. He doesnât shy away and it takes all your effort not to reach out to him when you finally focus back on him.
âSorry,â you whisper, scooting just a tiny bit closer than you really need to. He shakes his head quietly, mumbling out an âitâs okayâ while his body leans closer to yours. God you want to ravage this sweet boy. Itâs practically making your heart explode with how cute heâs being right now. Heâd looked away in his response, but when he looks back to you heâs dragging his lip through his teeth and you really canât take it. Again you two are lost in your own little world as you stare at each other.
âJungkookie⌠youâre not being very nice to me right now.â
His eyes widen even further- if thatâs even possible- and he looks almost stricken at the comment.
âWhat?â He manages to almost whimper out and you just canât stop yourself from scooting even closer to him.
âYouâre looking at me so sweetly, baby. How am I supposed to play nice with you tonight if you keep staring at me like that?â
You donât know where all this confidence is coming from. Granted youâve always been a bit more confident than the young man in front of you, but even still, you never thought youâd get to a degree where you were saying such flirtatious things in such a dominant tone to him.
âPlay⌠nice?â
The glint changes in your eyes and Jungkook visibly shutters at the sight. Your eyes had been so deep and full of adoration just a moment ago, now all he sees is greed and lust. It makes his already hard cock twitch in his pants. Gods heâs been hard from the moment you called him that nickname- Jungkookie. He generally doesnât like anyone, but the guys saying it. But every time you say itâŚ
Heâs almost scared to feel how excited heâs getting every time you scoot a little bit closer. He doesnât want you to stop. Not until your body is finally pressed to his and he can hold you so tight, and never let go. Heâd hoped something would have happened between you two before tonight, but he was always so scared and you were always so cautious with him. He just wants you to ravage him already. Heâs dreamed about it practically every night, it might as well happen already.
âStop,â you suddenly say and he can feel your fingers on his chin, pulling his lip from between his teeth.
âIf you lick or bite your lips one more time,â you have to take a moment to calm yourself before continuing, â⌠I donât think Iâll be able to stop myself.â
He throbs in his jeans and when he locks eyes with you heâs lost. He doesnât want you to stop, he realizes that now after feeling your fingers touch his skin. Fire ignites where they trace from his chin and along his jaw. He trembles beneath your touch and you can feel it. Oh you can feel it. You do the opposite of what you just told him, biting your lip to draw his eyes to them again as you two gravitate ever closer.
âUnless you donât want me to.â
He doesnât speak, he feels like he doesnât know how to in that moment. He doesnât trust himself to anyway, so he does the next best thing. He licks his lips again and is rewarded. Your fingers that had been running along his jaw suddenly snake into the hair at the nape of his neck and you pull him close. He is just as needy as you are, his hands which had been fiddling with his shirt the whole time are suddenly flying up to tug your bodies even closer. Your lips crash against his and he whimpers into your mouth when you both open them simultaneously, your tongue dragging along his. It takes all your conscious effort not to moan, your body melding itself against his. His arms wrap around you and squeeze you to him, his whimpers turning into a little moan when you gain dominance in the kiss.
You pull away, one of your hands coming back to his jaw to to place a thumb over his open lips. You turn to look back at the bodies laying around the room, most of the members of the fraternity still down here, all of them passed entirely the fuck out. The guy just behind you is snoring up a storm and you canât help smirking a little when you turn back to face Jungkook. He looks so fucked out already, his eyes glazed and his pupils blown wide as he pants lightly against your thumb. Your smile is both devious and full of fondness as you stare at him.
âYou look so good baby, but you have to be quiet for me,â you whisper to him and he does nothing more than open his mouth wider. His tongue snakes out and licks against your thumb, pulling it in and sealing his lips around the appendage. He suckles on it hungrily and gods be damned if your panties arenât soaked at this point.
âFuck,â you sigh, squeezing your thighs together. You want him so bad it almost hurts. He pulls away far enough that your thumb pops from his lips and he whimpers once again, pulling you as close as he can.
âNoona, please,â he says, his breath shuddering.
âPlease what, baby?â
He grabs one your hands and pulls it down between your bodies, pressing your palm to the bulge in his jeans. Your breathing deepens when you palm the hardness through the thick fabric, wondering how you didnât notice it before.
âOh baby,â you coo quietly and rub your hand heavily over his bulge. He bites his lip to hold back the moan threatening to break free and you feel his hips start to rock into your hand. Heâs so fucking hot, how have you been able to resist him for so long?
âHow long have to been this hard?â
He takes a moment to respond, trying to take deep breaths. Your hand stalls to help him regain some semblance of sanity, but he seems against the idea. His hand returns to gripping yours, pressing your palm back against his hard-on.
âLong time,â he finally gets out in a clipped tone, probably unable to speak properly at this point.
âPoor thing.â
You pull closer to him, pressing your forehead to his and lowering your voice so that youâre barely audible.
âTake your cock out for me, baby. Please.â
He keeps you close and groans into your neck, only taking a moment to collect himself before heâs pushing away, and his hands are flying to undo his pants. He struggles with the button for a moment, but you donât help him, only leaning back to watch with excitement. When he finally gets them undone heâs tugging them down just enough so he can freely pull is cock out and gods is it beautiful. Your mouth waters as soon as he has it out, its pink color and red head making you want to feel the weight of it on your tongue. Itâs not particularly long, but itâs thicker than you thought it would be and the precum that glistens on his tip calls out to you. You let out a heavy breath when his hands hover just shy of his shaft, trembling and aching to give the poor weeping thing some relief. Still he hesitates to touch himself.
Such a good boy.
âYouâre so gorgeous,â you practically wheeze out, finding it hard to breathe when your twitching hand finally reaches out for him. Heâs whimpering before you even touch him and you have to remind him to be quiet when the tip of your finger goes to touch the head.
âRemember, baby, keep it down.â
He nods a little shakily and just as you press into the precum on his tip with your finger, his hands are flying up to cover his mouth. Heâs so sensitive and you love it.
âWell, youâre certainly aching there arenât you? Does it feel good to have me touch you?â
Again he nods and you pout, swirling your finger in the sticky fluid at his tip. His eyes clench shut at the sensation and he deftly thrusts his hips up to meet more of your hand.
âUse your words or Iâll have to stop.â
âYes,â he whispers out harshly, his hands clenching into fists at his stomach, â⌠yes, yes, yes, yes!â
You smirk, the high youâre getting from all of this driving you to carry on.
âGood boy.â
You continue to swirl your finger over his tip a few more times, widening your circle until youâre sliding your finger down the top of his length, all the way to the base. He pants a little too heavily, his eyes glued to your hand and what youâre doing to him. You circle around his base to the bottom of his cock before dragging your finger back up and rubbing it deftly over the slit a few times.
âFuck noona-â
âLanguage, Jungkookie.â You say with a smirk, your hand finally flattening over the underside of his length so you can palm him a few times. His hips rock against his will and meet you half way every time you press down on him. He looks so pretty like this, his eyes nearly black and so focused on how your palm drags over his length. Heâs sweating a little, panting a lot and his gorgeous cock is ready to explode at any second. And youâve barely even done anything to him yet.
âWhat made you so hard and needy like this?â
He stays silent for a long moment, only answering when the pressure of your hand lightens and you begin to pull away.
âYou⌠you made me like this. You always⌠make me like this.â
Always?
âFuck, Kookie, if you had told me sooner we mightâve actually got it in tonight.â
His eyes are glistening at this point as they shoot up to glance at you before scrunching shut when your fingers finally wrap around his shaft. You pump him slowly, but his hips make up for that and keep the sliding of his cock in and out of your hand at a steady pace.
âI wanted to. Fuck I wanted to, butâŚâ
âBut?â
He pants a few times, focused more on chasing his high. Your grip on his cock tightens to the point that heâs forced to stop thrusting, only allowing him to continue when he answers.
âI-I was scared. And you were being so cautious with me-â
âOf course I was! I didnât want to scare you away. I worked too hard for you, I wasnât going to mess that up by being too greedy.â
His hips stutter and then pause, his eyes opening to look at you. His face is flush, you can tell even in the dark, and his hair is starting to stick to his face. Still he looks like the sexiest, most beautiful thing youâve ever seen.
âWhy?â
âWhat?â You ask, not prepared to be questioned back like this.
âWhy did you put so much effort into me. You couldâve easily slept with one of the other guys. Yoongiâs always had the hots for you. So has Tae. Why me?â
You take a long moment to mull over your answer, your other hand coming up to push some of his sweaty hair out of his face. When you get some clear, you lean in to kiss him a little more gently this time. Though it isnât any less heated, itâs more of a deep sensual kiss than one of hunger and lust. When you pull away, you look him in the eyes when you answer.
âThe same reason anyone chooses anyone else. Youâre the one I wanted, Kookie. I wouldâve put in a hundred years of work if I had to.â
His eyes are wide with adoration and awe, but the moment canât last forever. His cock twitching in your hand reminds you of what is happening and you squeeze it gently before going back to pumping him. He gasps quietly at the sensation, his eyes falling closed and his body slowly starting to roll backwards. You move with him, pressing your body into his side when heâs finally laying flat on his back. His hands are clenching and unclenching against his stomach, desperate for some kind of anchor. A thought pings into your mind while you watch him grasp sporadically at his shirt, releasing his cock and pushing both his hands and the shirt up his abdomen. He whines at the loss of contact, lifting his head to see why youâd stopped stroking him only for his eyes to go wide. He looks a bit panicked, his gaze darting around to the half dead bodies around you two. You could so easily be caught, but most of the occupants of the house were completely wasted and would likely never remember this even if they did see it.
You slide down his body quietly, stealthily, like a cat taunting its prey into the shadows. Your eyes catch his and they hold him, their mischief so palpable that it makes Jungkookâs mouth go dry and his cock pulsate so fiercely it taps against his stomach. Your one hand trails down his side lightly, nails tickling his hip and thigh so that heâs shuddering beneath you. He reaches for you, one hand cupping your cheek- wants to tell you to stop, but his throat is so dry he canât even whisper. Or perhaps heâs lying to himself and doesnât want you to stop at all. When you quirk an eyebrow in question and you feel the object of your desire tap against your throat with another needy pulse, you know the answer is no, he doesnât want you to stop.
A trembling whisper of your name leaves his lips and you can only smirk, tilting your head down to kiss just above his navel and then to one side of it. Down, down, further you trail, your kisses getting sloppier as you descend closer to your target. Your tongue and teeth leave wet, rosy patches as you go and you can feel his muscles quivering every time you touch him until finally the desperately red tip of his cock is right in front of you. He whimpers beneath you and you shush him gently, unable to tear your eyes away from the way it pulses and twitches up towards you.
âPlease,â he finally lets out, sounding much like heâs on the verge of tears. You smirk again and glance up at him through your lashes.
âPlease what, baby?â
He huffs cutely, his other hand cupping the other side of your face and his thumbs smoothing along your cheekbones like heâs so desperate to just pull you into his cock, but doesnât want to be too demanding. You smile a bit more when his look gets more and more frantic, one of your arms reaching up to rub his chest under his shirt soothingly.
âRelax, my sweet star. Just tell me what you want and Iâll give it to you.â
âP-pleaseâŚâ
âGo on, baby. I know you want it, just tell me.â
âPlease, I want your mouth,â he finally shutters out, but you canât help yourself and push just a bit more.
âWhat do you want from my mouth?â
He huffs again and looks away, searching the room to make sure everyone there is truly oblivious.
âI-I wantâŚâ
âWant?â
âPlease, noona, ravage me with your mouth.â
He looks you directly in the eyes as he finishes and the glee that soars through you practically makes you light headed. You grin broadly at him and bite your lip.
âIâll give you anything you want, bunny. You just have to ask.â
Before he can really bask in your words you focus back on his cock, the hand that had been trying to soothe him shooting down to wrap gently round his base and lead his head to your waiting tongue. His breath shudders out and his mouth opens to let out a rush of air. The precum leaking from his tip covers your tongue in salt, but you donât mind, all too desperate to feel the full weight of him at the back of your throat. Still you take your time, only licking at his slit to tease him, another droplet of precum oozing out every time to you do.
Heâs panting while he watches you, his hands trembling on your face until one shakily weaves into your hair at the crown of your head. He doesnât grip or pull, doesnât try to shove more of his cock into your mouth which is what youâre used to. No, heâs too gentle and sweet to force anything. He only wants and lets you lead the way. When you finally wrap you lips around his tip he canât hold back the noise, his head falling back, his teeth digging into his bottom lip and what he hopes is a quiet moan leaving him. And you can only smirk at the sound, the subtle shudder in his voice making you even more wet and your stomach clench with desire.
You take the time to generously wet the head of his cock, delighting in its twitches while you swirl your tongue around him. When you pop him from your lips the poor thing looks pathetic, practically weeping in your fingers and you feel all too obliged to take him back in. Only this time you take him all in, or at least as much as you can. You suck him all the way to the back of your throat, moaning quietly around his shaft so he can feel the vibrations. And oh does it make him make the most wonderful of sounds. A surprised cry and the slapping of a hand over his mouth (the one that was lightly stroking his fingers along your cheek) has you trying to smile around him.
âFuck, fuck, fuck, fuck-âŚâ
He lets the mantra trail off quietly, his body arched so you canât see his face anymore. And as much as you adore the sight of him losing control, youâd much rather see the pleasure on said face. You suck harshly and pull off him, letting him once again pop from your lips. You take care to pump him slowly while you speak, you spit slicking his cock enough that thereâs little friction.
âLook at me baby.â
It takes him a few moments, but you wait patiently until he realizes you gave him an order and he follows through. He looks a little lost when he finally locks eyes with you, his gaze a little wild like he canât really see you at first.
âNoona?â
âAre you with me, sweetheart?â
He looks confused, but nods all the same, probably ready to agree to anything at this point.
âListen carefully, baby. I want you to look at me the whole time. Donât you dare look away or Iâll stop, okay? Eyes on me.â
He nods deftly, afraid he wonât be able to fulfill your request, but eagerly wanting to please you.
âGood boy.â
You donât give him any time to prepare himself and suck him back in as far as heâll go. He wheezes and squeezes his eyes shut for just a moment, quickly remembering your order and opening them back up to focus on you again. You smirk around his cock to let him know you approve and focus back on your task. When you canât push him any further down your throat you opt to bob your head, one hand stroking what you canât swallow and the other massaging his balls. You look up every few seconds to make sure heâs still watching and only have to stop once to make him look at your again. The sloppier his cock and your mouth gets the more he shakes and shudders beneath you, the hand in your hair trembling like a leaf in the wind. He keeps his other hand up by his face, ready to cover his mouth every time he canât hold back a whimper or moan.
It doesnât take long, only a few minutes and heâs desperately pleading to you, âIâm cumming, Iâm cumming, I-â
You push him in as far as you can take and swallow around him just once before heâs shooting his load down your throat. Tears form in his eyes when he squeezes them shut and you canât fault him when his head falls back onto the mattress. He did such a good job of watching you, youâll let him have this one. When the last of his cum is swallowed down, you take care to gently clean what you can off his cock with your tongue. He shakes and gasps beneath you as you do, his head shaking back and forth as if to say he canât take anymore. You pop off him one last time and kiss his tip softly, grinning when he finally cracks his eyes open to look at you.
He looks madly in love while he stares at you and it makes you somewhat nervous to see such intense emotion in his eyes. You lift yourself and crawl back up his body, pausing to help him pull his pants back up and his shirt back down. You hush him when he tries to button and zip everything back up, pushing his weak and tired hands away.
âNo one will notice, just rest baby.â
âWell that was hot.â
You freeze over him, Jungkookâs body going rigid and his eyes widening with fear. You both look over your shoulder and spot Yoongi a small ways away from the foot of your mattress, laying on his side with his head propped up in one hand. Heâs smirking at the two of you and while Jungkook looks mortified, you only feel proud. Now someone has witness that Jungkook is yours and no one else can have him.
âHyung,â he whispers harshly, both his hands coming up to cover his face. You smile fondly at your boy before looking back to Yoongi.
âWell if youâre good and keep this to yourself, maybe next time you can join us.â
Yoongi quirks an eyebrow and grins excitedly, Jungkook letting out a panicked noise when you settle in beside him. He whispers to you quietly as if he doesnât want Yoongi to hear and you only shush him gently to calm him.
âLay down and rest, bunny. Donât worry about him, heâll keep quiet.â
âBut-â
âShh, sleep.â
You run your fingers through his hair until he finally settles down, turning so that he can wrap himself around you and tuck his head under your chin. You chuckle lovingly and continue to pet him, using your free hand to flip Yoongi off when he makes lewd gestures at you in the dark.
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Pairing: Finnick Odair x reader
Request:Â Theyâre getting ready to go into the Quarter Quell, and essentially have a super sweet conversation where they confess their love, and are like âdamn the revolution Iâll protect youâ. Anonymous
A/N Itâs been a long time since I read the books so if I accidentally used the wrong word for something please let me know and Iâll correct it đ
Tagging: @bitchwhythoâ @music-of-melodyâ
You called it before they even announce it. You knew all the victors would get involved in the Quarter Quell because how else would he get Katniss to be in the arena without letting the public know that itâs purely to kill her? When you hear Finnickâs name get called out, thereâs no choice. But was there ever one to begin with? Â
âI volunteer as tribute,â you say raising your hand to let them know that youâll be going into the Quarter Quell and not that poor girl theyâve got on stage. You donât look at Finnick because you know his face will just mirror back the pain you feel. No matter what the revolution has planned, you highly doubt that both of you gets out alive. The focus will be on Katniss because sheâs the one thatâs been fuelling the fire while the rest of you can die a martyr and inspire the people then Katnissâ death would squash the tiny flame. Itâs not fair but she made everything possible when she took out those berries.Â
âYou shouldnât have done that,â Finnick tells you once youâre on the train travelling to the Capitol.Â
âThere was no way I was going to let you go alone.â Not to mention that innocent girl who got drafted. Youâd have been a proper piece of shit had you not volunteered.Â
âBut you couldâve survived. Donât you understand thatâs all I care about?âÂ
âCareful, Finnick. Someone might hear your declaration of love and think it means something else.â Itâs a warning that the walls have ears and not necessarily just the Capitolâs ears. Although you both want to think only the best of the lovely Coin, you canât help but feel like itâs too good to be true. And you have no doubt that sheâs got as many spies all around as President Snow.Â
âI just want you to live,â he says hearing your warning loud and clear. Katniss and to some extent Peeta are untouchable, you are not. He takes your hand without another word. The rest of the train ride you remain quiet, too worried about saying the wrong thing and jeopardising this whole thing. Haymitch is counting on to keep Katniss alive until the rescue mission and your lives canât matter more than the entire of Panem. Even if you want to say screw that sometimes.
âGod, youâve gotten old,â you smile spotting Haymitch next to the star-crossed lovers. He scoffs but canât help but laugh. Youâve known each other for quite some time now and learned a long time ago that humour is how you all get through this with at least some level of sanity.
âI see your kindness have only grown over the years,â he mocks before giving you a massive hug. Being a victor and having to mentor the kids every year creates a certain bond between you all but Haymitch has always been one of your favourites. Itâs the reason you know you can trust him to do you a favour.Â
âWe should talk once all the celebrations die down. Catch up on old times,â you smile giving his shoulder a friendly squeeze. He agrees suggesting the rooftop for a gorgeous view. When Finnick sneaks his arm around you, thereâs a slight pang of guilt but you force it to the back of your mind. Heâs going to survive the Quarter Quell if you can do anything about it.Â
âWhat did you talk about?â he asks quietly and you keep a smile on your face not even looking at him.Â
âJust good old days,â you utter hoping Finnick will understand not to ask more questions right now. There are too many people around you to speak freely and, in a minute, youâll have to get on that carriage and pretend youâre proud to be fighting once again.Â
âKatniss, Peeta!â you call out catching their attention just as theyâre about to get on their carriage, ânice costumes.â Youâre trying to be nice and establish some sort of positive relation between you but all it does is make Katniss stare at you like youâre personally responsible for putting her in the Quarter Quell.Â
âI already tried. Tough nut,â Finnick tells you. It makes sense why the revolution needs a face but why they would ever choose someone like Katniss is beyond you. Sheâs not kind or caring expect when it comes to the people she loves. The future of Panem seems oddly low on her list of priorities but then again when has war ever made sense? And you certainly canât say youâre morally better than her.Â
âIs holding hands a clichĂŠ?â You look over to Finnick whoâs doing his very best to put on a brave face.
âI think itâs perfect.â You intertwine your fingers with his not letting go until the carriage has driven through those gates at the end where the public canât see you anymore. And even then, itâs just to get some blood flow back.Â
âI just want some sleep,â Finnick says itching to get the costume off and youâre thinking the same thing. You ride up in the elevator with Katniss, Peeta and Joanna which makes for an interesting end to the day.Â
âNever a dull moment,â you say before exiting the elevator with Finnick. Joanna laughs loudly while both Katniss and Peeta looks slightly mortified. If sheâs trying to win over Katniss, Joanna is doing a poor job.Â
âLetâs take a shower,â Finnick suggests now that youâre finally alone and youâre all too happy to comply. In the shower you can finally speak freely with the sound of water drowning out the sound of your voices.Â
âI know itâs horrible to say but the revolution doesnât matter to me if I donât have you next to me when itâs done.â He slowly lets his hands slide down your arms until they reach your hands.Â
âI know,â you whisper feeling the exact same way. The guilt returns tenfold this time but you keep quiet knowing that when heâs sleeping tonight, youâll be bargaining for his life.Â
âI say damn the revolution. I swore to protect to you a long time ago and Iâm not breaking that promise now.â He kisses you with a fire that tells you just how badly he wants to keep you safe. Desperation takes over your body as you kiss him back. You wish you could leave now and hide somewhere far away from everything. If it were up to you, you wouldâve fled the moment you heard about the Quarter Quell. But itâs difficult leaving behind so many decent people who needs your help and the few moments of hesitation had been enough for the peacekeepers to show up and make sure you didnât take off. Snow always knew you were a runner.Â
âAnd I say youâre sounding crazy. We canât change the plan now. Thereâs nowhere to run.â As much as youâd love to run away and hide with him, you know itâs too late for that now. You wouldnât make it out of the building.Â
âI donât care if I sound crazy. We can protect each other in the arena, make sure we never part. And when they come get us, we make sure they grab both of us.â Itâs cruel really to give hope to him because you know it wonât work but you wish it could be so easy.Â
âAnd then when weâre out, we hide. No more war, no more revolution. Just you and me and a small cottage near the water.â Hope may be cruel but itâs a strong motivator to survive and if anything you need Finnick to survive. You hide your face in the crook of his neck allowing yourself to feel a pang of sadness at the prospect of the future youâve lost. Your lives ended the day you got drawn for the Hunger Games.Â
âAnd you can finally have enough quiet to paint,â he adds and you donât have to see his face to see the affection in his eyes.Â
âIt would be perfect,â you say closing your eyes to picture the cottage and the life you couldâve had with Finnick. The water hides the tears that fall from your eyes and itâs a good thing because youâre not sure you would be able to hold your secret from spilling out if Finnick noticed.Â
âI promise I will make it happen. I promise weâll be alive to spend the rest of our lives together. Whatever it takes,â he says. Instead of answering him, you kiss him again. When the water turns cold, you get out and dry off. You both know that your safety is gone now and they can hear whatever you say so you keep quiet letting your eyes do the talking. You cuddle up in bed where you wait for him to drift off before you head to the roof where Haymitch is waiting. The wind is loud tonight working as a noise diffuser.Â
âI want you to save him.â It doesnât surprise Haymitch but you both know he canât make any promises.Â
âI know Katniss is the main goal and thatâs sheâs probably made some demand for Peeta. But if there comes a choice between saving Finnick or the rest, you save him. Do you understand?â Itâs the least he can do for you after everything youâve sacrificed for President Coin and the revolution. You couldâve had a life if things had gone differently.Â
âAnd that includes me, Haymitch. Once youâve gotten Katniss and Peeta out, Finnick is your priority,â you add knowing that if Haymitch could choose, heâd pick you.Â
âFinnick will make more sense for the revolution. I wonât be an asset the way he can be.â He knows youâre right. Of course he does but it doesnât mean he has to like it.Â
âI know,â he grumbles. You both know thereâs a good chance you wonât make it out of that arena but then again none of you have been safe ever since you became victors. Snow made sure of that.Â
âPromise me. I need to hear you say it.â Youâre not satisfied until you hear him say those words that will give Finnick a chance to make it. As much as youâd love to believe his plan of getting out of the arena together, you canât afford to entertain the idea. Even if Finnick isnât ready to admit it, you both know itâs a fairy tale ending you wonât get.Â
âI always thought he was just your way of getting through it, you know. That he offered some sort of relieve.â Maybe at first Finnick was your escape from reality but not now. Heâs your world and everything else.Â
âHe has my heart, Haymitch.â You hug him tightly hoping he knows how much his friendship has meant to you over the years of being a mentor.
âTake care,â he says before you spin around hurrying back. Finnick doesnât wake up until you crawl back to bed but a quick excuse about the bathroom satisfies his curiosity.Â
âI love you,â you whisper looking over at the man whoâs given you so much more than youâll ever be able to explain.Â
âI love you more.âÂ
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With you
Art creds: sira_Julyspring on tw
Synopsis: You'll always find yourself running. Running away from the sorcerers that seem to be after your beloved, but how far can your legs take you before you get too tired?
Warnings: None
Tags: fluff, angst, right person not enough time
Word Count: 1k
one â two â three â four â five
It all started with you hopelessly falling in love with a curse that sought to destroy your family name. How was it even possible that a mere human could fall in love with a curse? You couldn't understand it either, but something you would never understand is the way he had always spared you.
Always slaughtering your clan, left from right, but never in front of your sight. He made sure he killed every last remaining clan member until it was just you left. You couldn't understand why, until he finally made eye contact with you. The King of Curses was in love with you.
He killed your family, and yet your heart still pulsated at the man in front of you. You couldn't blame him, your families tie back into years on end. The both of you were destined to meet, but neither of you were supposed to be curses.
Betrayal ran deep in your family, however what happened years ago was nothing of the sort. Two young boys trying to make a name for themselves in the Jujutsu world. Sadly, one of them had been misdirected which had caused the current rivalry and war between the family's to worsen. Your clan will forever be known as the clan who cheated their way to the top after the massacre of the Sukuna clan. Never had you expected some of them to survive, let alone expect one of them to get their revenge.
After the death of your family you followed Sukuna around. You would've never guessed that the two of you would've gradually fallen in love. In the beginning you had told yourself this was for survival, and that being with him was the only way you can get around. You had originally planned to leave him in the dust after you've found a way out the loop, however one thing led to another and the two of you were now happily married.
Running. Running is what you two were good at. You two constantly had to pack your things and move to the next village or maybe even across seas in fear of a sorcerer showing up to execute Sukuna. Fear, the both of you lived in fear. Despite Sukuna being incredibly strong he'd rather live a peaceful life with you than continue being labeled as the King of Curses.
You didn't mind. You loved your husband and you knew the consequences of it. In all honesty part of you loved it. You loved running hand in hand away from the ones who pointed out your forbidden love. The rush of adrenaline filled the void Sukuna was constantly filling.
Your life wasn't what you pictured it to be, but you were happy. That's all that mattered.
"Y/N! Y/N? We have to go. They're here again."
"Fuck. They found us that fast?" You sighed, running upstairs to grab your go-bag, your husband following you closely.
"I'm not the King of Curses for nothing doll," He chuckled while putting a leather jacket over his long sleeve "of course they'd find us. We didn't exactly run very far."
"Yeah and who's fault is that?" You snapped, recalling the current events of your husband complaining about being woken up from his slumber which caused you two only to escape to the next village.
"Sorry sorry. Won't happen again. Ready love?" He held his hand out like he always did before you two ran. Like always you grasped onto it, and the two of you began running.
This wasn't the first time you two had ran away, nor was it the second. You and Ryo had been doing this for about ten times all in the past five years.
The pleads of the sorcerers asking you two to stop running made you and Ryo laugh. You'd never stop running. Not in a million years. You and Ryo could handle this. Anything's possible as long as you have each other.
As you were running you looked back on the first time you two had slipped passed the sorcerers.
The sunlight peaking from the small window was enough to let you scan through the room you waited in. The room seemed empty. Two small chairs aside each other along with one rounded table in the middle filled the room, the rest of the space wasn't occupied. There really wasn't a need to add more furniture. He insisted on keeping your small house simple and plain.
As the sun was rising slowly you waited a bit more. Right when the sun began to fill the room with light you started with your day. You didn't have enough money to afford an alarm clock so you figured the sun was good enough.
Just as you finished getting dressed Sukuna barged into your home. He frantically looked around for you. You had heard a few things break, but in that moment it really didn't matter.
"Y/N! There you are â Oh good! You're dressed." Sukuna roughly grabbed your hand and dragged you to the back door. "We have to run. Sorcerers, they're here."
"They're after us?" You questioned all while trying to keep up with his animalistic speed.
"No. They're after me." By now you two were far into the forest, but it wouldn't take long before the sorcerers arrived. Your heart was racing. Trying to catch your breath you leaned on a tree while Sukuna kept a look out. "Look, I don't wanna drag you further into my mess. There's a small town a few blocks over. If you keep running north you'll find it by noon." He held his hand out and dropped a bag filled with money that would be enough to get you by for a while. "Live a new life there. Sorcerers won't find you, you're just an ordinary girl now that your clans gone. Go!"
"No."
"What are you foolish!? Go before they catch us, you brat."
You fought back the aching in your foot. By now you had caught your breath and you were ready to continue running. You grabbed ahold of the accursed man in front of you and began running hand in hand. What was supposed to be an ordinary day turned out to be the start of your very odd future.
"Living a life with me would only do you harm, are you really alright with that?"
"If I wasn't I wouldn't be running with you."
"Foolish little girl."
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BnHA Chapter 305: Worst Intervention Ever
Previously on BnHA: Shinomori, whose name took me an entire week to memorize, was all, ânice to meet you Deku, Iâm ten feet tall, do you want to know how I died?â and without waiting for an answer explained that he kicked it from old age at forty thanks to good olâ OFA. Deku was all âwait a minute, then how come All Might, whoâs fifty-five and is definitely dyeing his gray hair, is still alive?â First and Shino were all, âwe really have no fucking clue but we think itâs cuz heâs quirkless, JUST LIKE YOU!â So basically, since quirkless people donât exactly grow on trees these days, Deku is probably going to be the last user of OFA. The chapter ended with Nana being all, âpsst, Deku, about my grandson. Uh, can you kill him?â which is sure to lead to a very interesting conversation this week.
Today on BnHA: Nana And The Gang are all âso, Deku, how can we put this delicately. The thing is, weâre pretty sure that AFO really fucked my grandson up, so on the off chance you canât save him, how would you feel about, you know... [throat slitting gesture].â Deku is all âidk you guys, I kinda feel like heâs really just a traumatized child at heart and heâs in a lot of pain and stuff and so I should try to help him.â The Vestiges are all âBUT WHAT IF YOU CANâTâ and Deku is all âBUT I WANT TO TRY, DAMMITâ and the Vestiges are all âwell when you put it that way, we, uh, were just testing you, so congrats, you passed!â The chapter ends with First being all, âANYWAY SO WHY DONâT YOU TWO SHY BOYS STANDING OVER THERE IN THE SHADOWS COME SAY HELLOâ before we CUT AWAY FOR ANOTHER WEEK, goddammit.
seriously, Nana
just... have you met Deku?? look, if you really want Tomura dead, just sic him on the U.A. first years and tell Shouto and Honenuki that itâs a training exercise
oh my god lmao
weâre too far away to see Nanaâs face here so I will just assume that she turned and is staring DIRECTLY INTO THE CAMERA for this one line lmao. âI just wanted to clarify in case anyone felt inclined to take my dialogue out of context and spend an entire week complaining about itâ
oh my god?! are you all purposely trying to make me sad??
someone stop me before I launch into an impromptu rant about all my Tomura feels. WHY IS NOBODY STOPPING ME. oh my god but yes, exactly. heâs just in pain all the time. this is exactly why I think Tomura has such high redemption potential even though so far he seems to lack so many of the redemption arc essentials such as feeling remorse, wanting to change, and taking responsibility for his actions. the reason why Iâm willing to overlook all that in his case is because Tomura has essentially had zero agency his entire life. AFO molded him into a killer by making sure he was in constant mental agony, and making it so that the only thing that even slightly relieved that agony was killing peeps. like, please donât think Iâm making excuses for him or anything, but if you take a child and manipulate their existence to make it virtually impossible for that child to grow up as anything other than a killer, and basically never give him the chance to be anything else, then no shit heâs gonna be a killer?? heâs basically never had the choice not to be. itâs never been an option for him. anyways I feel like I am EXPLAINING MYSELF SO BADLY but nonetheless I am prepared to die on this hill
anyway so now Nana is all âthatâs a rhetorical question btw because Our Hearts And Minds Are One so we can feel everything you feel bro.â so yeah, thatâs interesting
now Banjou is getting started on the âletâs try and talk Deku out of wanting to save Tomura because itâs insaneâ part of their OFA Mystical Space Void Reunion agenda
look, Banjou, I feel you, I really do. you guys donât think itâs realistic that Deku can defeat Tomura without killing him. so if itâs a choice between killing Tomura vs letting Deku and everyone else in the entire world die, then duh, you think Deku should kill him. I get it! and if this were a real life mass murderer Iâd totally agree with you. but the problem is that this isnât real life, this is a sympathetic shounen villain with a tragic past who might as well have FUTURE REDEMPTION ARC RECEIPIENT stamped on his forehead at this point
so First is all âlook, thereâs absolutely no doubt my brother has fucked this kid up good and proper by nowâ, which, again, fair
though, thatâs kind of exactly my point though. everything that Tomura is, everything heâs done, heâs done because of AFO. AFO has so effectively shaped his personality and his worldview by this point that itâs all but impossible to penetrate that. heâs AFOâs puppet. but the problem is that rather than treating him like a victim, you all are treating him like a casualty. like heâs already a lost cause. but good luck trying to convince Deku of that
WHOA WHAT, RANDOM SUPER-IMPORTANT AND BIZARRELY UNRELATED EXPOSITION DROPPED IN JUST LIKE THAT??
way to still not reveal Sixthâs name, btw. THE PEOPLE WANT TO KNOW, DAMMIT. but also so this confirms something we basically already knew already, which is that not even AFO can steal OFA. it literally canât be taken away by anyone unless the owner wills it. SO SUCK ON THAT AFO YOU EGG
(ETA: so I have no idea why this was omitted from this translation, but apparently the Sixthâs name was revealed as âEnâ, which is obviously not his full name but at least itâs something. also he most likely has a fire or smoke-related quirk based on the kanji used, ç
.)
so Banjou is saying that Dekuâs âlack of an iron willâ could be a disadvantage against AFO. hahaha what?? Midoriya âIâll break all of my bones without blinking an eye just to protect someoneâ Izuku lacks an iron will? do tell
he says this is going to be a test of Dekuâs determination. well yeah, no shit. but just not in the way you guys think
OH HELLO AGAIN
darker hair again here! but I donât trust the contrast in these scans at all after last week. his coveralls are way darker than they looked before too, and you can clearly see heâs standing in the shadows now
(ETA: yep, once again the raw shows that his hair is considerably lighter than whatâs shown in these scans here. although thereâs no mistaking now that his hair is consistently being colored in this slightly darker shade, and itâs not just the lighting.)
anyways lol First was saying something about how AFO canât steal OFA, and theyâve spent all this time cultivating it as the ultimate weapon against AFO, and blah blah blah. go on then, keep lecturing
NANA GODDAMMIT NONE OF THIS IS YOUR FAULT
girl what?? you did everything in your power to protect your family, and AFO, fucked up man that he is, targeted them anyway. there is one person and one person only to blame for whatâs happened to Tomura, and that potato-faced asshole needs a good kick in the balls
NANA GODDAMMIT DONâT MAKE ME COME OVER THERE
SO HELP ME GOD!! I WILL GIVE YOU THE BIGGEST HUG YOUâVE EVER HAD!! THAT IS A THREAT
so now Nana is all âIâm just going to call my grandson a Thing to ensure that fandom has only the freshest, grass-fed no-hormones-added discourse this weekâ
I donât even need to drop into the tags to know exactly which specific people are going to respond to this, and what kind of posts they are going to write lmao. everyoneâs all caught up in the âthat thingâ, and meanwhile Iâm over here completely hung up on this ânayâ thatâs appeared out of NOWHERE you guys. look at that. she really said âNAYâ
Nana, my love, my dearest, I feel you girl I really do. but heâs not an unforgivable manifestation of pure evil, Deku is exactly right actually, heâs a boy in pain. you guys need to stop questioning Dekuâs shounen protagonist instincts here and just let him work his sparkly magic. âletâs try and convince Midoriya Fucking Izuku that he canât save someoneâ is a plan that is NEVER going to turn out well you guys
âDEKU GODDAMMIT WHAT IF WE CANâT SAVE HIMâ lmao itâs like an intervention
âDAMMIT DEKU JUST ADMIT YOU HAVE A SAVING PEOPLE PROBLEM!â
RED ALERT ITâS ANOTHER CLOSE-UP OF THE BACK OF MISTER TWO BON CLAYâS HEAD OMG
(ETA: I was too distracted with freaking out about Two and Three to really appreciate how ridiculously handsome First looks in this panel. but on my second readthrough it stood out so much that I had to go back and add an extra bullet point just to talk about how hot he is. look at him. wtf.)
THAT IS DEFINITELY AN UNDERCUT. THE PLOT THICKENSSSS. also those are fucking exhaust vents on Mister Threeâs neck. MISTER THREE COULD YOU POSSIBLY BE RELATED TO THE IIDAS, PLEASE TELL ME YOUR SECRETS IâM DYING OVER HERE
so now Deku is launching into what will undoubtedly be a âsaving people problems require SAVING PEOPLE SOLUTIONSâ heroic counter-speech!
I mean, they can already feel the âlol nah Iâm gonna try and save himâ feelings running through him lol. ~OuR hEaRtS aNd MiNdS aRe CoNnEcTeD~ and all that. this is just a formality, but that doesnât mean I donât love a good shounen protag speech
oh wait hold up, do you mean to tell me that the whole âhearts and minds are connectedâ thing I was just mocking just a paragraph ago actually allowed Deku to feel what Tomura was feeling?? like literally feel it??
YET AGAIN these Tomura feels are pounding on my front door you guys?? they just will not quit?? people my house is already full of feels, does it look like I need you to sell me any more of them?? -- what do you mean, theyâre free??
AW YISS THATâS IT DEKU. THATâS SOME GOOD SPEECH RIGHT THERE
I appreciate the contrast here between the Douchebag Triumvirate of Overhaul, Muscular, and Stain versus the Misguided Twosome of Gentle and La Brava. never let it be said that Deku doesnât know the difference between a redeemable villain and an unredeemable one
OH NO -- OH MY GOD
someone please help me I need directions to the OFA Spooky Galactic Nebula Realm in this fictional Japanese manga land. itâs not on google maps. I need to give these two babies a big hug and wrap them up in a blanket and treat them to some McDonalds Happy Meals please help
other things: (1) ENDEAVOR CHILLING OUT IN DEKUâS âPEOPLE I HOLD DEARâ PANEL LMAO NEON DISCOURSE EXTRAVAGANZA, (2) âONE FOR ALL IS A POWER TO SAVE, NOT TO KILLâ IâM ABOUT TO CRY DEKU I LOVE YOU SO MUCH HOW IS IT EVEN POSSIBLE TO FEEL ALL THIS LOVE, (3) [SLAMS HANDS ON TABLE] THEREâS YOUR MOTHERFUCKING IRON WILL!!!!!!!! -- Iâm sorry, please donât call security, Iâll be good
I just randomly remembered that Deku is still saying all of this in his muffled âFMMPHHMMPHMMâ voice and Iâm somehow cracking up lol. so actually itâs a very good thing Their Hearts And Minds Are Connected, otherwise theyâd no doubt be all, â...what?â
(ETA: so I completely missed this on account of it literally not being visible in the scan at all, but in the raw you can clearly see Baby Kacchan and Baby Shouto fanboying over All Might in two of these panels, and excuse me, maâam??
thank you very much Deku for including them in your montage, particularly since youâve never seen Baby Shouto before lol. amazingly accurate image you managed to conjure up, all things considered.)
SDKFJLSKHG -- AS IF ON CUE???
HEâS SO ADORABLE HELP?? Trippy Space All Might looks like heâs about to cry, and First is all âdonât crack a smile... you have to be Firm and Serious here... dammit, donât smileâ omg
anyways! YOU GO DEKU. âMY QUIRK MY RULES, BITCHESâ damn, son
KLJLKKHLG TRIPPY SPACE ALL MIGHT LITERALLY ACTUALLY IS CRYING ALL MIGHT HOW COULD YOU DO THIS TO ME
âI JUST... [CLENCHES FIST] REALLY LOVE SAVING PEOPLEâ FUCKING HELL LMAO THIS IS THE WORST INTERVENTION OF ALL TIME
Deku is literally all âsure, maybe Iâll have to kill him, but have you guys also considered, MAYBE NOT??â itâs no use Nana heâs too powerful
LMAO FIRST
âlike Iâve been saying this whole time, you should definitely try saving Shigaraki Tomura.â âbut, uh... First, didnât you just -- â âshut upâ
(ETA: clearly itâs not just his brother who inherited those smooth-talking genes.)
so now Deku has turned back into a sixteen year old and his clothes have gone missing again. just OFA things
dskljdlsklgk
yes... sure... âtestingâ you...
HEY
FIRST OF ALL, DAMN YOU HORIKOSHI YOU MADE NANA CRY. even if Iâm pretty sure theyâre actually tears of happiness/relief. and SECOND OF ALL, âTELL MY BOYFRIEND I SAID HIâ DJSKDLKJJL ANYWAY MAYBE GRAN, NANA, AND MR. SHIMURA WERE IN A THROUPLE
[SCREAMS]
WHY WOULD YOU END IT THERE?? WHY WOULD YOU END IT THERE!!!!!
(ETA: and two-to-one odds that we cut away to some other scene once they finally start to turn around next week. IâM CALLING IT NOW. giving myself a week to brace myself for the rage.)
fucking hell. well if anyone needs me I will be adding Horikoshi fucking Kouhei to the list of irredeemable villains, peace
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Flirting with the intern (1)
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Word count: 1263
Genre: idk, probably a mix of angst of fluff
Pairing: Natasha x fem!reader
Warnings: None (let me know if I need to add any)
Summary: Youâre Tonyâs new intern and Natasha seems to take an interest in you when youâre bartending at a party.
A/n: Hi so this wasn't a request but a lot of you seemed to like this blurb I wrote and I was bored and had writer's block so I came up with this series, hopefully you like it! I will try to update fairly often but no promises (I also have no idea where Iâm going with this so feel free to give me ideas). Also if you arenât on my regular taglist but would like to be tagged in this series, or you are on my regular taglist but wouldnât like to be tagged in this series let me know, I will not be offended. Anyways I hope you enjoy!
She gets bored of the conversation, eyes wandering around the huge room until she spots you serving drinks to some of the older gentlemen over by the bar. Youâre pretty and she admires the dress youâre wearing, noticing with disdain that the men at the bar are doing the same, not at all subtle in the way they leer. You look uncomfortable but handle the situation gracefully, handing over their drinks before walking away, rolling your eyes.
She doesnât recognize you which is odd. She makes a point to be able to match everybodyâs face to their name, a habit formed by years of not trusting others, and thereâs no way she missed anyone, much less a cute girl.
âWhoâs that?â she asks Steve suddenly, only noticing after she speaks that she interrupted his conversation with Bruce. Oh well, she muses, itâs not like talking about the differences of desserts now and when Steve was born is a particularly important topic over conversation.
Steve doesnât frown but his forehead wrinkles a little. âI donât know. You should ask Tony, he probably knows.â Steve pauses, thinking a second. âOr he has absolutely no clue. Either way you should ask him.â
Natasha nods and looks around the room to find Tony. Luckily he seems sober and is pretty close by, talking to Pepper and Rhodney.
âHey,â she greets as she walks up.
âHi red,â Tony responds and Natasha gives him a slight glare at the unwanted nickname, being slightly more lenient than usual because she needs something from him.
âWho is the girl working at the bar?â she asks, getting straight to the point.
Tony waggles his eyebrows. âWhy? Do you think sheâs cute?â
âNo,â Natasha half lies (she does but thatâs not the only reason sheâs asking), âI like to know the names of everybody so if something goes wrong I know exactly who did it. She is obviously an employee of yours but Iâve never seen her before so I would like to know who she is.â
âSpies,â Tony mutters under his breath before speaking louder. âHer name is Y/n and sheâs my new intern.â
âWhat happened to Sarah?â Natasha asks. Sarah wasnât extraordinary in any sense but she worked hard and Natasha could admire that.
âCouldnât handle the pressure and started crying in the labs a few days ago saying it was too hard and she wanted to quit, so I told her she no longer had an internship.â Tony explains.
âWhich is why you are going to be more understanding and less hard on Y/n.â Pepper interjects, giving Tony a look. âThis is your fourth intern in three months. It doesnât look good for the press if none of your interns like the program or pass it.â
âYeah, yeah,â Tony waves his hand around. Natasha has no doubt that if he is unsatisfied with your work heâll take away your internship as well, without considering Pepperâs words.
âWell thank you for your help Tony, Iâm going to go talk to her and see what I can find out now,â she tells him, starting to walk away.
âSpies,â Tony mutters again, shaking his head fondly as he watches her go.
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âIâll take a shot of vodka, neat,â a sultry voice says and you spin around to find yourself face to face with the feared assassin and possibly most beautiful woman to ever exist, Natasha Romanoff.
âI-um, er-â She lifts an eyebrow delicately and you fall silent.
âYou do know how to do that right?â she asks sarcastically.
âOf course,â you tell her, more confident after taking a breath. You busy yourself with making the drink which doesnât take long at all.
âHere you go, um-â you flounder, unsure of what to address her as.
âAgent Romanoff,â she says, sticking out her hand for you to shake.
You lean over the counter and shake it. âY/n.â
She hums thoughtfully. The view as you leaned over the counter was not bad and she wonders if you were showing off on purpose before brushing that idea out of your head. You seemed nervous early and your body language didnât suggest anything flirty. Still, she couldnât help but try her luck.
âA beautiful name for a beautiful girl like you,â she says and you feel heat rise in your cheeks and turn your head away so she canât see your reaction. Itâs useless of course and barely hides you at all but she finds it adorable that you tried and also adorable how flustered you get at one generic pick up line.
âUm, thank you,â you tell her, trying not to stutter. She bites back a smile. Just when she thought you couldn't get any more adorable you do, all cute and shy.
She winks. âJust the truth sweetheart.â
You nearly choke on your own spit when you hear her words. If you didnât know any better youâd think she was flirting with you. But that is impossible because she is so much better than you that the thought alone is completely ridiculous.
âSo how are you finding Stark industries so far?â she asks, switching the subject. As much fun as itâs been flirting with you she can tell she needs to tone it down a little if she doesnât want you to combust.
You blink a few times at the sudden change before speaking. âItâs been quite an experience so far even though Iâve only been here a few days. Tony is definitely as brilliant and eccentric as everyone says and I think Iâve learned a lot and Iâm excited to learn more.â
She laughs, a sound that makes you want to hear more. âTony definitely is eccentric, but as long as you go along with it heâll love you. And if you get on Pepperâs good side Tony will be scared to fire you.â
âThanks for the tips,â you say surprised, âPepper is definitely scarier than Tony.â
âOh for sure,â Natasha- Agent Romanoff agrees, âbut donât let him hear you say that.â
âDonât let who let you say what?â Tony asks, standing beside Natasha and throwing his arm around her. She immediately steps away, brushing him off.
âI was just warning your intern about how utterly stupid you can be sometimes,â she tells him, âI want to prepare her properly so she doesnât leave or get fired like the others.â
She walks off and you watch her go, not noticing how entranced you are until Tony clears his throat.
âSo Natasha huh?â he asks and you look at him wide eyed.
âIâm sorry Mister Stark, I donât know what you mean.â you play dumb.
He shakes his head. âYouâre not the first and you definitely wonât be the last, I canât say I donât blame you.â
âMister Stark?â
He sighs. âJust be careful around her kid, I wouldnât want you to get hurt.â
You nod as he leaves the bar as well. The rest of the night you think about the weird exchanges you had with both Tony and Natasha. Everything you had heard about the Black Widow was that she was cold and unfriendly but she seemed pretty nice to you, especially with the weird almost flirting thing she was doing. You know it wasnât real, you watch as she makes the rounds of the room and has everyone practically falling over her feet, but it felt real and when she smiles in your direction from across the room and makes eye contact you know that you are way too close from catching feelings, which is always a bad idea.
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Settle Down: Chapter 6
**Gif Not Mine**
Prev - Â Next
Pairings: SpencerXReader (kinda enemies to lovers) Â
Rating: M
Words: 2.8K
Warnings: None really
Request: OPEN/CLOSED
Summary:   Y/N and Spencer donât get along but turn to each other for the one thing you need someone else for⌠A baby. You can plantonically start a   family, right?
A.N: Kinda a filler chapter and I kinda made JJ a bitch in this chapter, oops. Let me know what you think and reply to this chapter or message to be tagged. much love- Cia
Chapter 6: Well, sheâs a blob right now, so I hope not
You groaned when you woke up.Â
Your head and throat hurt so much. Spencer stirred next to you, sitting up when he saw you moved. He wordlessly hands you a cup of water, which you take graciously.Â
âHow do you feel?â Spencer asks.Â
âHead hurts.â You groan.Â
âYea, a concussion will do that.â He chuckles.Â
You look him in the eyes. âThe baby?âÂ
âIs completely fine.â Spencer finishes. âBut about thatâŚâÂ
âWhat happened?âÂ
âIâd like to preface this with itâs not my fault.â Spencer explains. âBut when the doctor was telling me what happened, he let it slip that the baby was fine⌠in front of Morgan and Garcia.âÂ
You wince. âHow pissed are they?âÂ
âTheyâre more excited than anything but⌠She is a little mad that we didnât tell her especially since she knew we were trying.âÂ
You nod. âIâll get her a gift this weekend, sheâll get over it. But that means weâre going to have to tell everyone huh?âÂ
âI made them agree to keep it under wraps until you were ready. Itâs your decision.âÂ
You nod. âIâll go to Hotch as soon as Iâm out of here.â You say.Â
âY/N, if you donât want to, you donât have to--âÂ
âNo, you were right. I canât keep putting the baby at risk because Iâm scared. Itâs better to just tell him as soon as possible and deal with the repercussions later.â You say. âYou donât have to, but will you come with me? I wonât tell anyone itâs yours if you donât want me to.âÂ
Spencer looks at you incredulously. âWhat? Y/N, I was not going to make you do this alone. Weâre a team now. If we tell them, we do it together.â He says, grabbing your hand.Â
âThanks, Spencer.âÂ
âYouâre welcome.âÂ
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You never liked being in Hotchâs office which is why you tried to avoid it all cost. Spencerâs leg bounced nervously as the two of you waited for Hotch to finish his phone call. You tapped his leg to get his attention. Once granted, you gave him a look that read Are you okay or do I need to do this alone? Spencer shakes his head no at you and you lean back. Eventually, Hotch hangs up the phone and levels a look at the two of you.Â
âWhat did the two of you need to meet with me about?â He asks. âIf this is another coffee dispute, I donât want to be involved--âÂ
âHe knew that was my mug but thatâs now what weâre here for.â You say. âWeâre here because I need to fill out a leave form.âÂ
Hotch looks at you seemingly more confused than he was before but nods anyway. âWhat leave form do you need?âÂ
âUm, maternity.â Hotchâs eyes snap back up at you, widely drifting from you and Spencer. You knew you didnât have to say it, Hotch was a talented Profiler and has been one for years. âIâm about 3 months now, so Iâll need it around November for 3 months and Spencer will need 1 month of Paternity leave--âÂ
âOk, let's back up for a second so I can make sure Iâm clear on whatâs happening here.â Hotch says, holding up his hands. âYouâre pregnant?âÂ
âYes.â You say.Â
âAnd Spencer is--âÂ
âThe father, yes.â Â
âAnd you guys areâŚ?â He trails off.Â
âCo-Parents.â You say at the same time as Spencer says âFriends.âÂ
Hotch sighs, pinching his brow together. âIs your previous relationship going to affect how you work together now?âÂ
You and Spencer look at each other in confusion for a second before realizing exactly what Hotch was saying to you. âSir, I understand your confusion but there is no previous relationship to worry about. Me and Spencer have never been in any kind of relationship. We just mutually wanted a kid.â You say.Â
âIt wonât affect our work, sir.â Spencer adds.Â
âWell, except for the obvious way.â You say, pointing at your belly.Â
Hotch sighs again, before wordlessly handing the both of you a form. âI suggest the two of you find a better way to tell the team than you did me.âÂ
You and Spencer wince at that before getting up, mumbling âyes, sirâ. When youâre almost out the door, you hear Hotch call. âY/N?âÂ
You turn back, raising an eyebrow. âYes?âÂ
âCongratulations.â He says.Â
You canât help the smile that crosses your face. âThank you, sir.â Â
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The two of you decide to wait two more weeks before telling everyone, wanting to find out the gender first. You find out that youâre having a girl and Spencer holds you while crying while the doctor shows you your baby on the Ultrasound screen.Â
Your baby.Â
The very real human that you and Spencer created was in fact, real and you could see her.Â
âThank you.â He whispers to you, when the two of you leave the office, pictures of your beautiful daughter in hand. âI just never thought Iâd get this experience.âÂ
Itâs enough to make the waterworks start again.Â
Later, you go into work, lunch for you in Penelope in hand. When you sit the sandwich from her favorite shop in front of her, she says nothing.Â
âAw, come on Pen. You canât still be mad at me.âÂ
âYes, I can be.â She pouts.Â
âLook, Iâm sorry I kept it from you but I didnât want to tell anyone until I was sure I was having a healthy baby.â You say, Pen looks a little guilty but still keeps her back towards you. Alright, you think, time to pull out the big guns. âWould you still be mad at me if I let you be first to see the pictures of your goddaughter?âÂ
That makes Penelope turn towards you with a wide eyed expression. âGoddaughter? As in--âÂ
âWeâre having a girl.â You say. âAnd we want you to be the godmother. But only if you want to.â You add.Â
Penelope smiles wide before wrapping you in a tight hug. âOf course, I will be! Are you kidding? If something happens to you, someoneâs gotta make sure this kid gets into Harvard.âÂ
You laugh. âMake it UPenn and youâve got a deal.âÂ
âYou bet! Now, I was promised picturesâŚ?â You smile and hand them over. Penelope coos as she goes through the photos. âOh, she looks just like you.âÂ
âWell, sheâs a blob right now, so I hope not.â  Â
Later, you guys get a case, 4 men murdered in New Haven, and you and Penny present the case together. After Hotch calls wheels up, you clear your throat.Â
âActually, if you guys donât mind waiting for a second, I have something to say.â You say, addressing the larger group. âSome of you already know this but since Iâm probably going to start showing more by the time you get back I figure itâs better to tell you now. Iâm pregnant, well me and Spencer are. Itâs a girl, and sheâs due around November.âÂ
âWoah, are you joking?â Emily says, sitting up fully now. âYou and Spencer are having a kid?â You nod and she jumps up to hug you. Which starts a cacophony of hugs and claps on the back in congrats for the both of you from the rest of the team.Â
âAnd you told me there was nothing going on between you and boy wonder.â Emily smirks, when she pulls back from your hug.Â
âBelieve me when I tell you, she is the only thing happening between me and Spencer. Nothing else.âÂ
She laughs. âIf you say so, kid. But I see the way he looks at you.â She says. You canât help but to look at Spencer in that moment who is smiling at the congratulations being given to him too. You canât help but also smile at his warmth. He must feel your eyes on him because he looks up and smiles brightly back at you. Soon, Hotch is congratulating you guys again but directing the team to start getting ready as the Jet will be leaving soon. Spencer walks up to you in that moment.Â
âAre you going to be okay while Iâm gone?â Spencer asks.Â
âAm I ever not?â You counter. Spencer laughs.Â
âCall me if anything happens, ok?âÂ
It was in that moment that you realized just how much of a staple Spencer had become in your life. The idea of him being gone on a case for so long was⌠actually upsetting you and before you could stop yourself you ask.Â
âCan I call you if nothing happens?â You say, instantly regretting how desperate the sentence made you sound. Spencer looks at you confused for a second. âYou know what? Nevermind, have fun. Or as fun as murder investigations can get--âÂ
âY/N.â He cuts you off, you look up at him and he has a marshmallow soft expression on those honey colored eyes that made you almost melt on the spot. âYou can call me whenever you need me. Seriously, ok?âÂ
You nod at the man. âOk.âÂ
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The team comes back two weeks later when youâre officially in maternity clothes. Which were a lot more comfortable. The only thing you had to worry about was occasionally swatting Penelopeâs hand away from your belly. Itâs not too long after their return that Penelope is suggesting you guys have a girls night, which you agree to whole-heartedly. You couldnât drink but you needed to get out the house, you were practically going stir crazy.Â
âAlright 3 tequila shots for the grown ups and a mocktail for mama.â Garcia says handing out the drinks, which you gratefully take mumbling a thank you.Â
âGod, I canât believe you and Spencer are having a kid.â Emily adds after the group takes their shots.Â
âNeither can I sometimes, but I am excited.â You smile.Â
âYea, itâs kind of⌠shocking.â JJ adds. Your eyes narrow slightly at her tone, something was off but you decided it wasnât worth mentioning. âI just wished you guys had talked more about it before going through with it.â She shrugs.Â
Ok, now you were really confused. âWell, Spencer and I actually talked about it for a long while before actually deciding to get pregnant.âÂ
âIâm sure you did, Iâm just saying I wish you had talked about it more with us.â She adds.Â
Your mother used to always tell you no matter how hard you tried growing up, you could never fully hide when you were pissed. Which is probably why Penelope and Emily got weird looks on their face when you said. âWell JJ, Iâll be honest. When I decided I wanted to have a kid with Spencer. I didnât think discussion needed to be had with anyone other than me and Spencer and on occasion, my doctor because weâre both adults capable of making very adult decisions.â You say, sipping your drink. âWhatâs your deal with Spencer anyway?âÂ
She brushes that off. âI just donât think heâs ready.âÂ
âWell, I do because heâs an adult who thinks for himself and he told me he was ready. What, do you not think Spencer will be a good dad?âÂ
She shakes her head. âI know Spencer will be a great dad.âÂ
âSo, you think Iâm going to be a bad mother?â You say. JJ says nothing. âCool, JJ, really cool.â You say, standing up and grabbing your bag.Â
âOh come on, Y/N. I didnât say that!â She calls.Â
âYou didnât have to. Thanks for inviting me, Penny.â You say, clutching your bag and holding the tears that threatened to leave. âIâll see you guys at work.âÂ
Leaving the bar, you realize that you were very upset and probably shouldnât be alone so before you can stop yourself you call him.Â
Spencer answers on the second ring. âHey, whatâs wrong? I thought it was girls night.âÂ
âCan I come over?â You blurt.Â
âHere?â Spencer asks. âYea.âÂ
âGreat.â You say, hanging up.Â
The short ride to Spencerâs is filled with the soft sounds of Stevie Nicks playing through your speakers. When you get to the apartment building you bound up the stairs before knocking on the familiar door. You loved Spencerâs work clothes fine enough but if you had to pick a favorite Spencerâs lounge clothes were definitely in the top ten. The man stood in front of you in a pair of gray sweats and graphic t-shirt from a horror movie festival that he had told you he went to every year when you guys were talking about traditions youâd want to carry over to your child. And how he wanted for you guys to go as a family once she was a proper horror movie watching age. He wordlessly steps to the side to let you in the apartment.Â
âHey, whatâs up? You never want to come here.â Spencer says, as you settle on his couch.Â
âDid I pressure you into this?â You blurt. Spencer looks at you confused.Â
âWhat?âÂ
âI mean, do you actually want this as much as I do or did I pressure you into this.âÂ
âWhat? Of course, I want this. Have I given you any indication that I donât?âÂ
âNo!âÂ
âThen, whatâs up?âÂ
âI donât know. I just, I really wanted our baby and if you werenât ready then I shouldâve thought about it more, asked more but even if you didnât want it now itâs too late and JJ got in my head and--âÂ
âHold on, JJ?âÂ
âWe got into a slight argument at girls night.â You say.Â
âAnd what did she say to you?âÂ
âThat she wishes we talked about it more with them before just having a baby and that she also doesnât think youâre ready. And she kind of implied Iâm going to be a bad mom.â You say, furiously wiping your face as the tears fell from your eyes against your will. âIâm going to be a bad mom.â You repeat.Â
Spencer is immediately kneeling in front of you, large hands cradling your face as his thumbs gently wiped the tears from your eyes. âHey, hey. First, you didnât pressure me into this. In fact, you gave me time and space to come to my own conclusion and I decided on my own that I wanted to have a child with you. And I came to that conclusion because I know for a fact that you are going to be a great mom. Because I know that there is no one who is going to love this child as much as I will than you. And I know that I am 100% by your side and ready for this, ok? I didnât ask for a second opinion because I didnât need one. I knew that I wanted this and that I wanted it with you.â He says, you nod. âDo you need me to talk to her?âÂ
âNo, I have a feeling thatâll only make things worse.âÂ
âShe upset you.â Spencer points out.Â
She did but you didnât want the unnecessary drama that would come with Spencer confronting JJ for you. So you brush it off. âYesterday, I cried over burnt toast. Itâs the hormones.â You say.Â
Spencer nods, taking the seat next to you on the couch. âWill watching Mulan make you feel better?âÂ
âDo you even have to ask that?âÂ
Youâre about halfway through the movie when the thought comes to you.Â
âYour lease is up here in two months, right?â You say, turning your attention away from the army singing about their dream girls to the man whose shoulder you had drifted on at some point of the film.Â
âYea.â Spencer nods.Â
âMove in with me.â You say. Spencer looks at you for a second like youâve grown a second head. âI mean, Itâs practical, right? I have a house, a room already set up for her, an office I can turn into an extra room for you. Itâd be really helpful during the first couple of months. Plus, we wouldnât have to worry about child-proofing this absolute fire hazard.â You say, gesturing to the books all around you. âAnd if you decide you donât want to live there we can find you a new place.â You shrug.Â
âYouâre serious?â Spencer asks. âYou want me around that much?âÂ
âAs a heart attack, I always want you around, Spencer.â You say, before you can stop yourself, look at him with a soft expression. Â
âIt is practical.â Spencer notes.Â
âSo, thatâs a yes?â You ask.Â
âItâs not a no.â Spencer smiles down at you before turning back to the screen.Â
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Summary: Chris couldnât believe he was finally meeting you and you were even more more perfect than what heâd seen in your music videos.
Pairings: Chris Evans x Black!Pop Star!Reader
Warnings: Swearing, Smut, Daddy Kink, Face Riding, Oral (female receiving), Girl on Top, Missionary, brief doggy style
(A/N: this has been sitting in my WIPs for a minute so itâs kind of a relief to finally put it out. Anyway, like, comment, or reblog.)
Tagged: @titty-teetee, @harrysthiccthighss, @iam-laiya, @mariahthelioness29, @night-of-the-living-shred, @liquorlaughslove, @blackmissfrizzle, @whiskey-cokenfanfic, @olyvoyl, @zaddychris
There was no way Chris could have possibly focused on the interviewerâs questions when you were so close. Your tight shirt showed off your tits so well it was distracting. As you laughed, they jiggled and he couldnât help the half smile that came on his face as he couldnât help himself, but to take a glance.
What was fucked up was that this was for a charity. You were a pop star that was very involved in investing in programs to protect the arts. He coming from a family of theatre nerds was of course interested in the same thing. The two of you got paired up for an interview. Only meeting for the first time today as thereâd been a fundraiser event. Though Chris had been obsessing over you since heâd found out your name.
The first thing that struck him about you was how goddamn gorgeous you were in person. All of the pictures of you online didnât even do you justice. Heâd went through all your albums surprising himself with how much he actually liked them. You sounded like an angel yet your lyrics could be downright filthy sometimes. When heâd watched your most recent music video, he found himself growing hard seeing you in that tiny outfit and shaking your ass.
Heâd seen your music videos. Watched a few live performances. Maybe clicked on a few interviews because he needed to know how your voice sounded. None of it prepared him for reality.
Those eyes and your lips. Fuck he could kiss the fuck out of your lips. You looked like youâd just walked straight out of his fantasies.
Nothing prepared him for how your ass looked in those jeans. His hand twitched as he managed to fight off the urge to just grab it. Then there were those perfect tits. Perfectly swelled under your t-shirt. Being distracting.
His eyes raked up and down your body another time. This time youâd laughed at something he had said. He wasnât prepared for how giggly you were. How bubbly you were.
It honestly felt like heâd known you for years with how comfortable he found himself. Like you two were old friends catching up instead of strangers. As he made a shitty attempt to respond to something the interviewer had said your head turned as you listened. âWell, the arts have always been important to me,â his voice low and raspy like heâd just woken up. âMy family was insanely involved in theatre when I was growing up and I jumped around from piano to tap dancing. I even did ballet for a little.â
You raised an eyebrow, a smile spreading on your face when heâd said that. âReally?â You perked up. âI did ballet.â
Of course, he knew that already because heâd taken a look at your Wikipedia page. âReally? How long?â
âI did it for,â you drew out the last word as you thought, âten years, I think.â
He nodded almost losing himself as he looked into your eyes. âWow thatâs a long time. You must have loved it.â
âI did.â You smiled. âIt was such an important part of my life growing up. All the friends I made. The things I learned and discipline. Itâs also why Iâm so flexible.â You giggled looking over at him again with this look in your eyes.
Were you flirting with him?
He quirked an eyebrow also grinning. His eyes darting from your eyes to your lips then back. How were you so goddamn pretty?
The interview moved forward with you sending signals that you were definitely flirting with him. You giggled at everything he said. Had played with your hair making you crane your neck to the side. The way your tits were fucking jiggling anytime he said anything mildly amusing. How youâd positioned yourself so they were perked up towards him.
Once everything had wrapped up, the both of you had been whisked away by your respective teams. He got one last good view of you walking away before being told to move onto the next thing.
It took two hours before your paths would cross again. This time at the panel the two of you were part of. You were once again seated beside each other. You were once again giggling at everything he said, while fixing your hair craning your neck to the side, and perking your tits in his direction. His hand twitched again as he fought the urge to grab your hand when you touched his bicep playfully to add onto something heâd just said.
This time when this had come to an end heâd manage to avoid being whisked away by his team. Getting off of stage fast enough to where they didnât even see him. You lingered behind sort of blending in with the crowd as you managed to slip away.
The two of you bumped into each other smiles immediately spreading over your faces. âHey.â The two of you said at the same time.
You bit your lip as the corners of your mouth were turned up. He let out a sigh before swallowing. âAnd here I thought Iâd found the perfect hiding spot,â he said.Â
âActually, Iâve been eyeing this spot since we got here so I think I found it.â You joked back.
âMmm, I donât know. Maybe we should wrestle over it.â
You shook your head with a pout. âSorry I canât do that. Iâm a lover not a fighter. â
He chuckled. Fuck you were cute. âCould I be a lover and a fighter?â
âOhhh I donât know. I feel like thatâs cheating.â
He shrugged. âSometimes you have to play dirty to win.â
That fucking giggle. Those goddamn jiggling tits. That goddamn hair. That fucking neck. And you perking your tits out. Except this time, you gave him a pretty generous glimpse down your shirt.
âYou busy after this?â He asked.
You shook your head. âDoes catching up on Netflix count?â
He laughed. âYes, but well I was thinking of going out for dinner after this thing,â he said, trying to suppress whatever urge he was constantly getting to touch you. âAnd, I didnât want to look like a dick and eat alone.â
At this point we got the point of how you were trying to convey your flirty ness with him. âAnd?â
âAnd,â he started, âI was wondering if youâd wanna join me.â
You nodded. âWhere we going?â
He shrugged. âWherever you want, Honey.â
âDonât tell me that. I can be expensive,â you seemed to purr. Everything about you was making him feel like he was fifteen again and waking up from a wet dream.
He nodded eyes drifting down to your lips. âYouâd be worth every penny. Gimme your number so I can find you after?â
You nodded. âItâs a date.â
âYeah,â his mouth twitched as you walked away from him. He eyed you up and down as your backside was to him. Damn your ass looked good in those jeans.
â
Itâd been a pretty long day, but finally it was over. Like promised through text, you and Chris managed to get away from your teams in order to be whisked away in a town car to a bar he said was great.
The two of you talked on your way over. This time you were a little more subdued. Your voice was lower, sensual. It made him feel like someone had hugged his heart and dick at the same time.
He was sitting so close as heâd managed to get the most private booth in the place so the two of you could talk. He was so damn close to you and you hadnât moved the whole time his arm was around you. In fact, you seemed even closer than before.
He wanted to kiss you so damn bad. âYou gotta man?â He asked, before taking a sip of his beer.
âNope.â You popped the âpâ in the word.âYou gotta girlfriend?â
âNah,â he sighed. âBeen single for a minute.â
You nodded. âOh damn. You poor thing.â You rested your hand on his thigh.
âYeah? How long you been single?â He asked grabbing your hand and playing with your fingers. That twitch in his hand had finally won. Your skin was just as soft as it looked like itâd be.
You shrugged. âFor like a year,â you answered. Liking the feel of his rougher hand against yours. âI get so busy I donât even think about it.â
âYeah, same.â He somehow managed to scoot you closer to him. âThen sometimes you meet a cute stranger and then maybe you end up taking them home to smoke.â
You chuckled. âHow do you know I smoke?â
He shrugged. âDoesnât everyone in this town smoke?â
You nodded shrugging your shoulders. âTrue.â You smiled. âFine.â
 After calling another town car and him paying the tab you were on his way to his place. Chris was still finding ways to touch you. Not that you were complaining that you were sitting so close.
Now the joint was resting between his lip as the television played in the background. Chris let out a big puff of smoke.
You were still sitting way to close. As he grabbed your hand again. Running his thumb across your knuckles. You were telling him a story about this photo shoot you had a few weeks ago that just so happened to be with you in lingerie. Then in turn he told you about a photo shoot he had to do for a free weeks ago where he just so happened to be shirtless the whole time.
Then you started talking about your favorite movies. To him telling you stories about all the shit that went down behind the scenes. Which led to you telling him stories about being on tour. Then you talked about music and he felt someone tug at his heart strings with the way your face lit up when talking about your favorite musicians.
He had to kiss you.
With the joint in between his fingers he leaned down to finally brush his lips against yours. âGod, youâre fucking beautiful,â his voice once again at that low tone, raspy like heâd just woken up.
âYou think so?â You looked up at him so innocently, peering up at him through those lashes.
He took another hit of the joint before leaned back down to your mouth. He blew the smoke into your mouth before kissing you again.
You started to make out deep. Stroking his cheek with your thumb. His tongue slid against yours as he pulled you onto his lap. You moaned into his mouth suddenly feeling all airy. If Chris wasnât holding onto you, you may have drifted away.
He leaned to the side so he could put out the joint. When both of his hands were free, he put them under your ass so he could get handfuls of each cheek in each hand. Then making it jiggle.
You broke away from him so you could finally pull that top over your head. âFuck,â he hissed seeing the tops of your breasts. You quickly reconnected your lips. One of his hands grabbed at you through your lacy white bra.
You let out a whimper that was like music to his ears. His mouth trailed down to your neck hoping to kiss you in a spot where youâd be forced to make that noise again. You shivered as his lips left hot opened mouth kisses on your skin.
Then it was time for Chris to pull his own shirt over his head, exposing his muscular physique. You put your hands on his shoulders as you kissed him more. He reached behind you to undo your bra. Your nipples all sensitive as they were exposed to the night air. Your body felt all fuzzy as you giggled when he smacked your ass.
His hands reached up to play with them. Fuck it was better than any thought heâd had about them since youâd met. Rubbing your nipples with his thumbs and making you moan.
You got off of him so you could undo your jeans. Except before you could even pull them off, he made you lay on the couch as he slid them off of you. He kissed along your stomach at first. Then he proceeded to take off your jeans and panties at the same time.
When you were finally completely exposed to him, he kissed you again. Then his mouth started practically worshipping your breasts. He licked your nipples with the tip of his tongue. He came to suck it wanting to hear that goddamn whimper again and then reeling at the other little noises you were making. âFuck,â you moaned. He gave your other boob similar treatment before kissing a trail down to your lower half.
He could have died and gone to heaven after seeing that pretty pussy. He flicked his tongue over your clit loving the taste of your arousal. Heâd pushed your thighs up so he could properly feast on you. Fuck you were so wet for him.
He wrapped his arms around your thighs so he could get as deep as possible. You were moaning so much for him. The noises you were making were fucking pornographic.
âFuck Iâm gonna cum,â you whined.
He stopped to kiss up your body so he could kiss your lips again. You could taste yourself on his lips. His fingers stayed on your pussy as he kissed you again. You gasped against him, throwing your head back.
His moved to your tits again. His tongue was craving to suck on them again as he finger fucked you. As you exploded around his fingers he decided to rub your clit to draw it out.
âDaddy!â You screamed.
âWhatâd you just call me, Baby?â He asked still rubbing your clit as you clung to him.
âI- I,â you stuttered, but it was hard to talk when he was doing that to you. âUgh, Daddy!â
âThatâs a good girl,â he kissed you again.
 He finally carried you off to his bedroom with your legs wrapped around his waist. Heâd taken you apart so easily. Like heâd done this to you so many times before. Instead heâd just been thinking about it so much he didnât want to fuck it up.
He sat down with you still wrapped around him. His jeans were still on, but you could feel him through his jeans and fuck. He felt so huge against you as he moved you right over it.
His fingers reached between you two so he could rub your clit again. Chris wasnât your usual type, but you couldnât deny that he was fine as fuck. Or that he was dangerously charming.
When heâd finally taken off his jeans and underwear, he sat you back in his lap so you were straddling him. He was holding you tight against him so even when you tried to sink down onto him because fuck you wanted to so bad, he wouldnât let you. Like he needed you to know who was in control.
âRide my face,â he said, slapping your ass.
You giggled. âReally?â
âYeah you taste fucking delicious.â
You looked down at him as you could see his eyes peeking out. From underneath you. He really was eating you up like youâd be his last meal.
He felt like he was in heaven with his head between your legs. Like you were sweeter than any candy he could ever eat. Better than jelly beans. âOh my god,â you breathed out a moan.
You moved your hips trying to ride his tongue, but it was almost too much. His beard was burning your thighs only adding to how good it felt. You grabbed at his hair while he smacked your ass again, palming it in his large hand.
He felt like he could taste your orgasm. The way you leaked out into his mouth. He didnât even care that you were making such a big mess on his face. âDaddy, yes!â You gasped. You put your hands on the headboard to brace yourself because as your stomach started to tighten you could tell this one was going to be much more powerful. âIâmgonnacum,â you rattled off.
He chuckled into you pushing his fingers into you again making it so you had to ride his hand, too. How the fuck was this man able to get you like this and you hadnât even taken his dick yet. Fuck you needed to take it.
He didnât even let up when it happened. It was like he wanted more of you. He was drinking you up. Wanting to have you at his mercy. Like this was the last chance heâd get to feel your pussy on his tongue and he needed to take advantage.
It took two more orgasms for him to finally let you up. You fell down onto the bed completely spent. He didnât even care as he kissed you hungrily. Quickly pushed you onto your back, wrapping his arms around your thighs and didnât even give you time to realize what was happening before he slammed into you.
He couldnât take it anymore. He needed to feel you around his dick. And fuck did it feel perfect. You were so tight. So wet. So damn sexy with the way your mouth formed into an O because how was he moving his hips like that.
It should have been illegal for him to fuck you like this. For him to leave your pussy craving more from him. How the hell were you supposed to come back from this.
He fucked into your spot like he already knew where it was. Like the two of you had done this so many times before. All you could do was take it. All you wanted to do was take it and take it and never stop taking it.
You were everything heâd thought youâd be since heâd saw that first fucking music video. Your sparkly acrylic nails scratched his back. âFuck me, Chris.â
He slapped your ass. âYou call me Daddy,â he growled into your ear.
Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as you buried your face into his neck. He should have not been able to fuck you this well. You bit your lip, as he put his forehead against yours.
The burn from the way he split you open was so good. This couldnât have been the last time the two of you did this. Not when he was this deep inside of you.
The first time you came around him he pulled out of you so he could lay beside you. Then because he didnât give a fuck about how it was too much or whatever you kept saying he made you sink down on his dick.
Your pussy creamed down his length. You kept telling yourself that you couldnât take it even though you were riding his dick like such a good girl. The bed was shaking so hard you were scared you might break something.
This was about to be a long night.
â
Chris couldnât remember the last time heâd been this fucked out. It was like when he thought he had enough youâd pounce on him and when you thought youâd had enough heâd do the same to you. Until finally the two of you passed out with his arms wrapped around you and you buried into his chest.
He kissed your forehead, nuzzling your face with his nose. He felt content for the first time in a long time with you there. Like you were meant to be there in his arms. Youâd barely gone to bed at four in the morning so it was no wonder you were still asleep at ten a.m.
When he realized the time, he groaned because he was so late. He reached for his phone seeing the tons of missed called. âBaby?â He shook you gently.
âMmm,â you hummed as you finally peeked up at him. âFuck, what time is it?â
âTen thirty,â he answered.
âFuck,â you groaned, but didnât even attempt to move. âMy managers gonna kill me.â
He grinned because you looked so cute half asleep. âSame.â He pecked your lips. âGood morning, though.â
âGood morning,â you replied saying fuck it in your head as you stayed where you were. You were too comfortable to move. ďżź
âWe should do this again sometime,â he said, tracing patterns into your skin.
âIâd like that,â you replied.
âYou busy tomorrow?â
âI have some stuff to do in the morning, but Iâm free after nine.â
âPerfect. How about a late dinner?â
You smiled. âLike a date?â
He chuckled. âOf course.â His phone went off right when he was about to kiss you and he groaned because as much as heâd prefer spending time with you, he did have obligations to get to. âHello?â
âChris!â His managers voice boomed. âWhere the hell have you been! Have you seen Twitter today?â
âNo, I just woke up,â he said with a frown on his face. You looked up at him noticing the change in his tone.
âWell, youâre trending. They posted the interview online and fans are going insane.â
âWhat?â He said. âHold on let me look.â
It wasnât just him trending on Twitter. So were you. Together. He shook you so you could look before clicking on the thread.
Damn Chris was looking at her like she was a whole meal.
And at that moment Chris Jamal Evans was ready to risk it all
He over here just eye fucking her
There were a lot. Plus, all the memes people had posted. He hadnât realized he made it that obvious. You started giggling not being able to stop yourself as he scrolled. âWait is that her? Is she there?â The faint voice of his manager came through the phone.
âI gotta call you back,â he said before hanging up. âI am so sorry.â
You were still laughing as you grabbed your own phone so you could read through more. âItâs okay. Just glad I didnât make it obvious that I was doing the same.â
âI knew it!â He laughed before tickling your side.
You tried to push his hand away and all that lead to was a wrestling match where he pinned you down. âDaddy!â You squealed which again music to his ears.
You struggled against him until you finally broke your hand away so you could reach forward to grab at his dick that seemed to awaken immediately under your touch. âThatâs cheating!â He protested with a laugh.
âAllâs fair in love and war.â
âYou better not start something you canât finish.â
You smirked. âOh, I can finish it.â
âYou know, I can afford to take the day off,â he noted realizing he was not letting you out of this bed anytime soon.
âMe, too.â
He leaned forward capturing your lips with his. Not even caring about morning breath. Just needing to feel you. As he turned you over so he could fuck you from behind he realized that it was true. He was ready to risk it all for you.
And it was pretty funny to watch you laugh at all the memes afterwards.
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Call Me When Youâre Sober - George Weasley
Title: Call Me When Youâre Sober
Pairing: George x Fem!Reader, George x Angelina Johnson (kinda, sorta, not really)
Warning: mentions of drug use!! Also some mentions of sexual things like sexting/sending nudes and one mention of a boner. I also use the word tits a few times.
Summary: George only seems to have the time for Y/N when heâs high, and that��s just not enough for her anymore. (This is also a modern au where they have cell phones and social media bc why not)
A/N: this is for an anon that wanted a fic based off of a tiktok POV they saw and funnily enough that POV ended up on my fyp last week so you can find that here if you want. The only part I was inspired by was Angelina being present, but that part was specifically mentioned in the request everything else is purely from my own brain!! This also includes a bit of Angelina Johnson slander but it does not represent my actual views. Angelina slander is not welcome in this house. Feedback is always welcome and requests are open!
Tags: @feltondarlingâ @pandaxnienkeâ @raerae27â
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The first time it happens Y/N answers the phone right away.
âGeorge? Whatâs wrong?â she asks frantically, already getting out of bed. Itâs three am and George never calls even at a decent hour, so she assumes that something has gone wrong and he needs help.
âHey, Y/N,â George drawls slowly, like his mouth is moving in slow motion.
Y/N pauses in the middle of her bedroom, her hand hovering above her car keys. âWhat the hellâs wrong with you?â George certainly sounds off, but he doesnât necessarily sound like heâs in need of her rescuing. When all George does is giggle in response, Y/N groans. âAre you high?â
âHigh on life!â George responds, prompting Y/N to roll her eyes. She shuffles back over to her bed and climbs back in, snuggling under the covers. âAnd maybe a little bit of weed,â he adds with a laugh.
Y/N rolls her eyes, but thereâs a small smile on her face. George is one of her favorite people in the world, and itâs hard for her to stay mad at him. âA little bit?â she teases. âYou sound baked out of your mind.â
George lets out a throaty laugh, and Y/N closes her eyes, making it seem like heâs there in the room with her. They donât get to see each other often now that theyâre both out of school and busy with their lives, and Georgeâs aversion to phone calls means all she has to get her through their periods of time apart are short text messages and stupid memes. Hearing his voice sends shivers down her spine, and if it wasnât so late sheâd be driving to wherever he is to climb into his arms.
âWhat can I say? Freddie got the good stuff now that we can afford it.â Y/N can hear some rustling, and she figures that heâs laying back onto his bed. âNot like back when we were at Hoggywarts. Remember those days?â
Y/N hums as she lets her mind wander back to their school days. It didnât happen often, but every once in a while Fred or George would sneak out of the castle down to Hogsmeade to buy off of a guy that works at the Hogshead Inn. They would settle into their dorm along with Lee and after placing some spells on the room and throwing the windows open theyâd light up and pass the joint around until nothing was left. The weed was cheap and burned their lungs, but none of them cared. It left them all feeling like they were floating, and they would talk for hours about nothing in particular.
George always got handsy when he was high, and Y/N supposes this is where her feelings for him started. Once the joint burned out George would pull her body close and let his hands roam all over it as he talked with the boys idly. Y/N would run her hands through his hair and scratch at his scalp, her face pressed tightly to his neck. They often ended up falling asleep together wherever they had landed, sometimes it was Georgeâs bed, but it was usually the floor, swaddled in some random blankets and pillows from the common room. Y/N was always the first to wake up, and sheâd hug George tightly for one more fleeting moment before sneaking out and back into her own dorm.
âYou roll the best joints, Y/N,â George continues when Y/N doesnât say anything. âFred is so shit at it. No matter how many times you showed him how to do it.â
âVery sweet of you to say, Georgie,â Y/N laughs. She yawns a moment later, desperately trying to fight off sleep. âThough you were always more fond of smoking from a bowl if I remember correctly.
George yawns too and Y/N can hear him climbing under the covers of his bed. âI am. But smoking joints reminds me of you.â
âGeorge,â Y/N says softly, sitting up in bed. She waits for him to say something, but all sheâs met with are his light snores. She rolls her eyes, settling back down into her pillows. âGoodnight, George.â Y/N hangs up her phone and places it on her nightstand before letting memories of George lull her back to sleep.
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The next time it happens Y/N doesnât hear her phone the first time. Sheâs out of town for work, and after a long day sheâd collapsed right onto the bed in her hotel room, formal clothes still on and everything. Y/N had ignored her phone the first time, hoping to fall back asleep. But when it started to ring again only seconds after it stopped she picks up her phone and answers the call without bothering to see who it is.
âHullo?â she answers sleepily, her eyes barely open. She glances at the clock, noting that itâs only 10 pm and figures that itâs one of her coworkers inviting her to go out with them.
âYou sound sleepy,â George responds softly, his voice deep and languid. âDid I wake you up?â
Y/N sits up in bed, rubbing some of the sleep from her eyes. âGeorge?â
George laughs. âWho else would it be?â
âConsidering the fact that this is literally the second time youâve ever called me I figured it would be anyone else besides you,â Y/N teases, shrugging out of her suit jacket.
âHey,â George whines, and Y/N can practically hear the pout on his face. âI called you on your birthday.â
Y/N rolls her eyes. âOh, youâre right, my mistake.â She pauses as she walks over to the dresser in the room, starting to take off her jewelry. âHow baked are you this time?â she asks playfully.
âWhat makes you think Iâm high?â George laughs.
âFor one the sound of your voice,â Y/N explains as she kicks off her heels. âAnd you only call me when youâre high. Oh, and on my birthday,â she adds when George makes a noise of disapproval.
Y/N hears George shuffle around, and she takes the opportunity to put him on speaker so she can put her phone down and start getting rid of the rest of her clothes. âYou can tell by my voice?â
âMhm,â Y/N hums, fumbling with the buttons of her shirt. âIt gets deeper and slower.â
âReally?â George asks, sounding surprised. âDoes it sound sexy?â
Y/N laughs as she heads over towards her suitcase, taking off her bra as she goes. She starts to dig through the mess, trying to find her pajamas. âSuper sexy,â she responds, hoping George is too high to notice how serious she is.
âWhat are you doing? You sound too far away.â
Y/N chuckles at Georgeâs dramatics as her hands finally land on her sleep shirt. Itâs an old t-shirt of Georgeâs that she stole sometime during their last year and never gave back. Whenever Y/N travels for work she brings it with her as a reminder of home. âIâm putting my pajamas on.â
âSo, youâre naked right now?â Georgeâs voice is rough, and it sends a shiver right down her spine.
âPractically,â Y/N responds, pulling the shirt over her head. Itâs far too large for her so the hem barely brushes the tops of her thighs, but it reminds her of George, and thatâs what matters.
George groans, and Y/N can feel her cheeks heating up as she crawls back into bed. âWish I was there to see.â Y/N can feel butterflies erupt in her stomach and she has to clamp a hand over her mouth to conceal the noise that bubbles out of her throat. âSend me a pic of your tits,â he continues bluntly when Y/N doesnât say anything.
âGeorge!â Y/N says, the surprise in her tone evident. The butterflies in her stomach are going wild, and Y/N has to remind herself that itâs the weed talking, not George. âIâm not going to do that George.â Although Y/N would be lying if she said she wasnât tempted to. âBesides Iâm already dressed and in bed.â
âWhat a party pooper,â George grumbles. âGot me all hard for nothing.â Y/Nâs heart feels like itâs going to beat out of her chest. George has never been this lewd with her in all the times theyâve been high together, and she wonders if itâs because of whatever he smoked or because this is one of the only times theyâve been alone while one of them was baked. âWhat are you wearing then? A sexy little nighty?â
Y/N has to take a few deep breaths, hardly able to believe what sheâs hearing. Part of her wants to tell George to knock it off and hang up on him. But the other part has wanted to hear George talk to her like this since their Hogwarts days and she doesnât know which part should win.
âOne of your old t-shirts, actually,â Y/N responds quietly, giving in to her desires.
George groans, and it takes everything in Y/Nâs power not to shove a hand down her panties. âThat red one? That I let you borrow and never saw again?â
âYou remember that?â Y/N asks softly.
âOf course,â George answers. His voice is slower now and Y/N can tell heâs going to fall asleep any second. Smoking always makes him tired and he was often the target of a few pranks since he would be the first to nod off. âThatâs like a guys wet dream. Seeing a girl thatâs as pretty and sexy as you are in his clothes.â
Y/N bites her tongue as to not say anything, just listening to George through the phone. His breathing starts to slow down, and within a few seconds Y/N can tell heâs fallen into a deep sleep. She listens to him breathe for a moment, before hanging up and tossing her phone down. She cuddles up in the unfamiliar bed, desperately trying to fall asleep.
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Every few weeks Georgeâs name pops up on Y/Nâs phone usually late at night and heâs always baked out of his mind. Y/N finds it nice the first half dozen times, Georgeâs voice is always calming to her and she basks in the opportunity to get to speak with him. They havenât seen each other in months, despite the fact that Y/N has tried to catch up with him several times. But heâs always got an excuse ready. At first Y/N understood, the joke shop is his number one priority, but after a while it gets insulting. When George is sober he can barely be bothered to send her a text message but the second he lights up heâs dialing her phone number.
One night when he calls she asks him why he doesnât just invite her over to smoke. Her flat is only 30 minutes outside of London and he knows that sheâd drive to the ends of the earth to see him. But of course he has an excuse. He says that itâs something just for him and Fred, a way to wind down together after a hectic workday. Which makes sense to Y/N, and as much as she wants to push it she doesnât. If it were any other person she would have given up on their friendship by now. But George isnât just any average person. Heâs the person she cares most about in this world, and Y/N doesnât want to live without him. So as shitty as it makes her feel to just be someone he calls when heâs too baked to care who he talks to, she puts up with it.
That is until she reaches her breaking point.
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The last time it happens Y/N doesnât answer her phone the first time it rings. Or the second time. Sheâs just gotten home from having a few drinks with friends and the alcohol has made her brave. She puts her phone on vibrate mode and leaves it on her bed as she gets ready to go to sleep. It takes her 20 minutes to get ready and once sheâs finally in bed under the covers she picks up her phone to assess the damage.
âWhat the fuck George?â she whispers to herself, scrolling through the notifications on her phone. She has 15 missed calls from him and a litany of text messages.
Answer ur phone
Y/N
Y/N
I called again
Pls
Answer me
Y R u ignoring me
Need to hear your voice
Baby
Y/N
Im gonna call until u pick up
Ill keep txtin 2
Baby please
Y/N
I need to talk to you
I miss u
Pls
When Georgeâs name and the stupid photo of him Y/N set as his contact picture pop again Y/N sighs and she reluctantly answers. âWhat?â
âOh my god finally,â George groans in his usual slow voice. âWhy didnât you answer me?â
Y/N rolls her eyes. âBecause, George. I was busy. I have a life outside of you and your stupid little phone calls.â Her tone is harsh, and George is so quiet for a moment that Y/N has to check to make sure that he hasnât hung up on her.
âWhy are you so angry?â he asks a second later, and Y/N can tell heâs upset. Normally she would just drop the subject, but thereâs alcohol thrumming through her veins and sheâs tired of keeping it all in.
âBecause, George,â Y/N sneers. âYou only call me when youâre high. You dodge every attempt I make at seeing you and you barely even text me anymore. I thought we were friends George. But in reality you treat me like dirt. You use me whenever you want and then you cast me aside without another thought until youâre high again.â
âY/N,â George starts, but he gets distracted when someone in the background starts to giggle wildly.
Y/Nâs blood runs cold, immediately recognizing that laugh. âI thought smoking was something for only you and Fred, George?â Y/N asks accusatorily, sadness and hurt starting to mix with her anger. âI canât believe you. Not only did you lie to me, but you can find the time to hang out with Angelina Johnson and not your best friend?â
âI-Iâm here all alone, Y/N. I donât know what youâre talking about,â George stutters. But before Y/N can say anything, the same voice says something.
âGeorgie,â Angelina whines. âYouâre too far away, get back over here.â
âY/N, I can explain,â George starts, but she cuts him off.
âFuck you, George Weasley.â Y/N spits, before hanging up on him. She turns her phone off and slams it down, before burying her head in her pillow and crying herself to sleep.
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When Y/N wakes up the next morning her head is pounding and her throat is dry, and itâs not just from the alcohol she drank. George broke her heart last night, and she has the dry tear tracks on her cheeks to prove it. Y/N avoids her phone, deciding sheâs not quite ready for whatever is going to pop up when she turns it back on.
She gets ready for the day slowly, thankful that itâs still the weekend. Y/N stands in the shower for nearly an hour, just letting the hot water sting her skin. When she gets out she brushes her hair slowly, just looking at herself in the mirror. She canât help but be as mad at herself as she is at George. George may have treated her like shit, but Y/N let him. She let herself become so desperate for his attention that she played right into his stupid game. And as much as Y/N hates to admit it, she doesnât regret it for a second. All sheâs ever craved was Georgeâs undivided attention, and finally getting it felt so good, even if George was higher than a kite each time. Seeing his name pop up on her phone gave Y/N a thrill each time, even though she wanted more â deserved more. Y/N has always been there for George and all she wanted was for him to be there for her too.
Y/N picks out her comfiest lounging outfit, forcing herself not to automatically reach for the old shirt of Georgeâs hanging in her closet. Sheâs been wearing it more often these days, craving the comfort of his embrace but settling for the cloth of his shirt instead. But now the sight of it makes her want to throw up.
Sheâs been up for nearly two hours when she settles back into bed, a hot cup of tea in her hands. Y/Nâs not sure if sheâs actually ready to face whatever mess George put them in last night, but sooner is better than later. She places her mug on her bedside table, reaching over to flip the framed photo she has of her and George over so she canât see their smiling faces. When her phone finally boots up the screen shows just her background for a moment, before a barrage of texts, missed calls and voicemails show up. George has called nearly 100 times, with almost as many voicemails accompanying them and heâs texted over 200 times to boot.
Y/N scrolls through them, surprised to find that the most recent call and voicemail are from Fred. She canât remember the last time Fred initiated a phone call with her, since heâs just as hard to get on the phone as George. Fred prefers to communicate through snapchats and tweets, so Y/N knows something big has gone on if Fred bothered to pick up his phone and make a call.
âUh hey, Y/N. Itâs me. Fred. But you probably already know that. Or maybe you donât. Whatever, not important. I know this is probably the last thing you wanna hear since heâs left you like a thousand messages, but will you please call George? Or text him. Hell send him an email. Heâs sorry for whatever it is he did. Iâm not really sure what, he was crying a lot when he barged into my room and I was zooted as hell. But what matters is heâs sorry and he really wants to talk to you. So call him, please. Do it for me, at least even if you donât do it for him. Okay anyway. Bye.â
Y/N sighs, running a hand through her hair. As pissed as she is, she hates to hear that George is upset. She chooses to ignore Georgeâs voicemails for now, since theyâre probably a mishmash of words and sobs considering how messy Fred said he was. She clicks on her text message app, scrolling through the messages George had sent, stopping every once and a while to read a few.
Y/N please
Im srry
Its sending me to voicemail
Did u turn ur phone off
Talk 2 me
Pls
y/n pls
baby
baby
baby
im sorry
I need you to talk to me
I need to hear ur voice
Pls
Let me explain
I dnt care abt angie
Not like how I care abt u
Y/N please.
Donât do this
I fucked up
I knw I fucked up
Let me make it right
Please
I love you, please
The last text message shocks Y/N, and she rereads it over and over again until its image is imprinted in her brain. George has only ever told her he loves her one other time. It was the last time they got high together, the night before he and Fred left to start the joke shop. Fred, George, Lee and her were all fairly baked, and after Fred and Lee left to sneak down to the kitchens for snacks, George had turned to Y/N and pulled her right into his lap. He had grabbed her face with both of his hands and looked deep into her eyes. I love you, you know that right? His tone was firm and when Y/N nodded he used his grip on her face to pull her into a kiss. It was uncoordinated and messy, but she didnât care. He had mumbled the word âgoodâ when he pulled away and in a blink of an eye heâd drifted off to sleep. Y/N had snuck back into her own bed, figuring it was best to ignore it, since George surely wouldnât remember it in the morning anyway.
A knock at her door brings Y/N out of her thoughts and she tosses her phone on the bed to go and answer it. Sheâs been expecting a package, so when Y/N reaches the door she doesnât bother to check to see who it is, and just throws it open.
âYou look like hell,â Y/N says when her eyes land on George. She certainly wasnât expecting it to be him, but sheâs truly not surprised. His text messages had sounded desperate and itâs very like George to just show up at her doorstep when she doesnât want him to after he refused to come over for months. Y/N looks him over as he fidgets, taking in his disheveled appearance. His eyes are sullen and dull, his hair is sticking out in a million directions and his skin is ever paler than normal.
âSuppose I deserve that,â George responds, his voice raspy. He lets his eyes rake over Y/N, dumbfounded by how beautiful she looks even in her lounge wear. Itâs the first time heâs seen her in person in over half a year and even though heâs spent much of his free time staring at her Instagram photos, she still takes his breath away. âYou look good though.â
Y/N rolls her eyes and goes to slam the door, but George puts his hand up to stop it. âWhat do you want, George?â
âJust let me explain,â he pleads. âJust let me explain everything and then if you want Iâll go. Iâll leave and youâll never have to talk to me or see me again. You can delete me from your life. But I canât let you go without explaining myself.â
âFine,â Y/N resolves, stepping aside and opening the door so George can come in. She leads him over to her couch and motions for him to sit down. Y/N resists her urge to sit next to him, instead choosing to stand in front of him, her arms crossed over her chest and her eyes narrowed. âTalk.â
George clears his throat and starts to fiddle with his thumbs. âI like calling you when Iâm high because I say whatever comes to my mind. When Iâm sober I think too much about what Iâm going to say, and I never end up saying what I want. But when Iâm high the words just fly out of my mouth without me thinking about the consequences and I like that. Because thereâs so many things I want to say to you that I donât have the balls to say when Iâm sober.â
âLike asking me for tit pics?â Y/N asks with a curt laugh.
âHonestly, yes,â he answers, a blush forming on his cheeks. âBut itâs more than that. Like telling you I smoke joints even though I despise them, and Fred canât roll to save his life because it reminds me of you. Or that just the thought of you not wearing any clothes drives me wild. Or that I find you so ungodly beautiful and so damn sexy, Y/N. And that I love you.â George pauses for a moment so he can just watch Y/N. âBecause I do love you, Y/N. So much more and in so many different ways than a best friend should.â
Y/N bites her lip to keep herself from sharing the same sentiment as George. Because holy hell does she love him with every fiber of her being, but heâs fucked up and hurt her in more ways than just his inability to admit his feelings. âThen why keep me at armâs length, George? You avoid all my attempts to see you, you only ever bother talking to me when youâre baked out of your mind and you lie to me. Out of all the people in the world you had to smoke with it had to be her. You know how I feel about Angelina.â
Despite being roommates and pretty similar personality wise, Y/N and Angelina never really got along. They were always competing with each other, for the best grades in their year, for prefect and head girl, and Y/N is ashamed to admit that theyâd fought over a boy or two in their early years at Hogwarts. But by far their biggest competition was for Georgeâs attention. George couldnât care less about girls during his time at Hogwarts, Fred didnât either but at least he would sleep with some of the girls that threw themselves at him. George on the other hand didnât seem to care. The only girl he ever bothered to spend meaningful time with was Y/N, and it drove Angelina up the wall. Angelina did everything she could to vie for Georgeâs attention, including spreading a nasty rumor about Y/N during their 5th year. Much to Angelinaâs disappointment it failed miserably, and they pretty much ignored each other from that day on.
âThe Angelina thing is not my fault,â George insists. âShe came into the shop just before we closed, and Fred invited her up and she accepted. What was I supposed to do?â
âNot let her in your room!â Y/N answers as if itâs obvious. âBut this isnât just about Angelina, I donât want to talk about her. Itâs about the fact that youâve been treating me like shit, George. Iâve been trying so hard to get through to you and you stop me every time.â
âBecause being around you and having to pretend that I donât have feelings for you is too painful,â George admits honestly. âThe only time Iâm brave enough to be with you the way I want to is when Iâm high. Why do you think I was always grabbing your ass after we smoked? Why I always made you cuddle me? Why I kissed you that night?â
âYou remember that?â Y/N asks, clearly shocked. George had never mentioned it again and Y/N figured he was too high to remember what he said and did. It had upset her to no end that George returning her feelings was only a side effect of the weed, but she never brought it up to him in fear of ruining their relationship.
George scoffs. âOf course I do. When I woke up the next morning and you werenât there I figured you didnât feel the same way. So, I just never mentioned it, and when you didnât either I figured you thought I was just being a high idiot like always and brushed it off. I never invited you to smoke after that because I knew I wouldnât be able to keep my hands off of you. And kissing you once is easy to explain away but kissing you every time we get high pretty obviously means something more. So, I would call you instead. And Iâd lay in my bed high as hell pretending that you were there next to me until I fell asleep with you on the phone.â
âOh, for fucks sake,â Y/N mutters. Before she has a chance to regret her actions, Y/N is throwing herself at George. She straddles his waist and kisses him hard, moaning when his hands land on her bum and give it a squeeze. âYouâre such a fucking idiot,â she pants, starting to trail kisses across Georgeâs jaw and down his neck. âBut youâre my idiot.â
George chuckles before he grabs Y/Nâs face so that he can kiss her again. Their lips move together slowly, and George starts to rub Y/Nâs back lightly. âI love you,â he murmurs as their kiss breaks.
âI love you too,â Y/N responds, her head dizzy.
âDoes this mean I get tit pics whenever I want?â George asks cheekily, laughing when Y/N slaps his chest.
âOnly if you promise to only call me when youâre sober from now on,â Y/N bargains.
George grins at Y/N before leaning in to kiss her briefly. âDeal.â
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