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pink in the night p.4 - FINALE!

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pairing: hufflepuffmuggleborn!reader x draco

summary: when y/n y/l/n starts having weird, recurring dreams about her long time unrequited crush in her 6th year, she begins to wonder where fantasies end and reality begins.

(based on a request from anon asking for a fic about a hufflepuff reader, who had been average in hogwarts before she had a big glow up. i took many, many creative liberties with the plot, as you can clearly see in the summary).

warnings: mentions of sex, implied sex, violence, mild gore, explicit language, mentions of drug use (if u squint ig)

a/n: remember when i said i was splitting this into two parts? nvm! this is the whole finale! please heed the warnings on this one!

wc: 12.6k

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The fork Y/N had been holding made a dull clank when it hit her plate. Thankfully—was it?—Draco hadn’t even looked her direction since Pansy had sat next to him,

Her mouth felt fuzzy, but she picked up her fork, speared a potato, and began to eat.

The first night was the worst. Y/N broke down in her dorm bed as Susan hugged her fiercely and promised her that it would get better.

“I feel so fucking stupid,” she gasped, swiping the tears away with the heels of her palms. “I knew it was hopeless. I knew this would happen.”

“It’s okay,” soothed Susan, smoothing her hair away from her face. “It’s okay to be upset. Love makes us all fools.”

“I never loved him,” said Y/N sourly, her voice cracking.

Susan shrugged. “It’s just a saying. But it doesn’t matter whether you loved him or not. What matters is that you cared for him and he didn’t treat you the way you deserved. It was inevitable that he was going to see other people, sure, but that doesn’t mean that you can’t be hurt. It’s good that you feel hurt. It means that you have it in you to care for someone blindly.”

“For the last time!” added Y/N. She blew her nose loudly.

“Hopefully not,” said Susan, her eyes crinkling in amusement. “That’s what romance is—that’s what makes it so fun. It would be boring if you knew everyone you dated was perfect. Then you wouldn’t know the right person when he comes.”

“I think we both need therapy, Susan.” Y/N’s sobs had since settled. Now she just wanted to sleep. “That sounds a bit masochistic.”

“We can discuss mental health professionals after you get some rest,” Susan decided, grabbing Y/N’s comforter and pushing her into her nest of pillows. “The first night is always the worst. I know it feels like the end of the world now, but the sun will shine tomorrow. You’ll see.”

And so it did. The sun rose, set, and gently stroked her cheeks as she walked between classes. She went to dueling practice, hung out with her friends, and studied in the library. January swallowed her and spat her out in the middle of February before she knew it.

On the 13th of the month, Y/N sat at the Ravenclaw table for lunch with Terry, as she so often did now when Susan went into Hogsmeade with Theo for the day.

“Any plans for Valentine’s Day?” asked Terry..

“No, none!” she chirped. “What about you?”

Terry grimaced. “Well, after what happened with Cho…not much.”

“I’m sorry,” said Y/N sympathetically. Terry and Cho had been together since November. Terry had really liked her, too, but Cho had broken things off after they had returned from break, saying that she still had things to work through and couldn’t handle another relationship. She supposed she understood. She couldn’t even imagine the heartbreak of seeing a partner pass away. “Is there something you’d like to do?”

“Platonic Valentine’s date?” asked Terry, wiggling his fingers at her. “I’ll buy you sugar quills and let you beat me at Exploding Snap.”

“Only if we play Exploding Snap at Madame Puddifoot’s.”

“They’re going to kick us out if we do that.”

“That’s part of the fun!” Y/N was already grinning ear to ear. “I’m in.”

24 hours later, they were staring at each other across the tiny table. Madame Puddifoot herself had set out plates of fine china cups, filled to the brim with steaming pink and gold tea that smelled of roses. Terry and Y/N had taken one look at them and shoved them aside.

“You deal,” said Y/N, tossing her deck to him. He caught it before it managed to sail over his shoulder and hit Susan and Theo, sitting in the booth behind them.

“You guys,” Susan groaned, peering over her date’s shoulder. “Please don’t. This is a public establishment.”

The cards crackled as Terry split the deck, shuffling them once in an elegant swoosh. “Bavarian version?”

“Only if you think you can handle it.” Y/N smirked, watching as he quickly arranged the deck into a circular formation.

“First to get 7 pairs wins,” said Terry. “And if we tie, the winner is the one covered in the least soot.”

“Why not 11 pairs?”

“Because Puddifoot is looking at us weird.”

“Yeah, yeah. Just start!”

Just like that, they were off. Y/N had gotten 3 pairs in quick succession, only blowing up one card—the Manticore card.

“Bloody hell, Y/N,” Terry mumbled as they scrambled to turn the cards over and collect pairs before the entire desk combusted. “3 already?”

“You have 5,” said Y/N through gritted teeth, not even bothering to look at him as her nails scraped against the table. She flipped over another card—a Manticore.

“Fuck,” she mumbled. She’d exploded the last one. Now that it was destroyed, there was no way this one wasn’t going to blow too. She abandoned it in search of other pairs.

“Excuse me,” said a very stern, angry voice.

Y/N looked up, but not before the Manticore card went up in flames with a violent crack.

“This is highly inappropriate behavior,” said Madame Puddifoot, scowling down at them through her spectacles. “If you’ve not already noticed, today is a very special day to those of us enjoying the fruits of love and passion. No tomfoolery such as this is allowed. Out! Both of you!”

“You don’t understand,” simpered Y/N, blinking up through her lashes. In a last minute decision, she darted forward, taking Terry’s hand in hers. “This is our 1 month anniversary, He asked me out with Exploding Snap. It's very sentimental to us, you see. But I suppose if we aren’t welcome here we can leave.” She coaxed her lips into a pout. “Maybe the Three Broomsticks will be okay with us celebrating. We were just so excited to finally come here as a couple.”

Madame Puddifoot’s face contorted as she thought, her long nose wrinkling. Finally, she stepped back and nodded once. “Well, alright. I’ve forgotten the beauty of young love. It turns anything into an occasion. You’ll have to forgive me.”

“I understand,” said Y/N, sniffling for good measure. “Thank you, thank you!”

Susan caught her gaze. Her jaw was dropped. Once Y/N was sure Madame Puddifoot had walked far enough away that she wouldn’t notice, she sent her best friend a wink and let go of Terry’s hand.

“That was horrifying,” said Terry gravely. “Don’t ever fake cry again. It’s so…Slytherin of you.”

“And it kept us from getting kicked out, didn’t it? Also, I win.”

True to her word, they had both made 6 pairs, though Terry’s pale blue shirt was smudged with ash.

“Only because I let you.”

“Uh huh.”

Susan was still trying to catch her eye. Y/N frowned, mouthing a “what?” in her direction. In response, her roommate lifted her chin, looking pointedly at the space behind Y/N.

Slowly, Y/N eased around in her seat so she could peek over her shoulder. When her eyes met Draco’s, she whipped back around.

“Another round?” she squeaked at Terry, shoving her pairs in his direction. Draco was there with Pansy—surprise—but had been glaring at Y/N intensely.

“I dunno,” said Terry. “I feel like we’ve pushed our luck enough. Want to head back?”

“Sure,” said Y/N, secretly relieved to be given an out. Now that she knew that Draco could see and hear everything she did, she felt stiff and uncomfortable under the weight of his eyes. “Rematch in the common room?”

Y/N didn’t see Draco much outside of class anymore. Not like she had ever seen him much to begin with—but the occasional tapestry and side corridor episodes they’d shared over the last month of fall term constituted as extracurricular events to her. But now that he was apparently Pansy’s very committed and loving boyfriend, he was nowhere to be seen when he wasn’t sitting across the room in Potions.

It was stupid, but she missed him sometimes. If anything, she missed getting to bitch at someone who had next to zero moral compass when it came to talking shit. In her dreams, when they weren’t shagging and she wasn’t waxing romantic, they would gossip. It wasn’t as though Y/N was particularly nasty, but Hufflepuff house was just too clean cut sometimes. It was nice to really complain about the way that Harry Potter and his friends consistently disrupted the school year to someone who had no interest in pretending to be morally spotless.

She also missed getting to kiss him and lay in his arms, too, but it would’ve been easier to forget all about him if it had been purely physical attraction like it’d started as. Now she actually knew him, and even worse, she liked what she knew about him. Disregarding the whole Death Eater thing—of course—but beggars can’t be choosers, and Y/N would’ve been ready to get on her knees and grovel if it meant going back in time and enjoying it all one last time.

And now Pansy got to enjoy every good thing that Y/N had seen during their time together. And Pansy had gotten to do it in this dimension! Life wasn’t fair.

The Monday after Valentine’s Day was strange. Y/N made a conscious effort to not look at Draco, but it was hard when he was so obviously staring at her from his seat on the other side of the room. When she finally dared to meet his eyes, he wrenched his own gaze away, staring at the table instead.

Once class ended, she thought about catching up with him to ask him what his deal was, but he was gone before she even finished packing her satchel. It was unnerving, really, the way he’d been looking at her.

Her mind was still preoccupied when Professor Trelawney addressed the class.

“Good morning, students,” she greeted, looking rather solemn. “I come with some…rather disappointing news. I trust each and every one of you, which is why it saddens me that one of you saw fit to break into the classroom last weekend and steal equipment.”

Y/N shared a wide-eyed glance with Terry, raising her eyebrows and pursing her lips dramatically.

“If you are in possession of an illegally required crystal ball,” said Trelawney, looking nearly close to tears, “Please return it as soon as possible. Many bad, bad things can happen if you use these special tools without proper supervision! Children, please heed my warning. The pupil who stole this will face great struggle should they choose to not come forward.”

Terry wiggled his brows back at her, but Y/N was feeling a little suspicious. Crystal ball? Wait a damn minute…

By the time dueling practice rolled around, she had largely forgotten about the whole ordeal. Y/N had been paired up with McLaggen, easily the most ruthless dueler on their team, and he was giving her enough to think about as she scrambled to defend herself in the dueling circle.

The classroom they practiced in was large, airy, and school gymnasium-like. The dueling circle was lined with mats and warded at the border to ensure that rogue spells didn’t attack the audience. Whenever Y/N hit the faded red mats (which happened a lot when she was up against McLaggen), she found that they smelled like salt and chalk.

Her wand was almost buzzing in her hand as she stalked along the perimeter of the circle, waiting for her opponent to retaliate. She’d somehow managed to get him good with a well aimed Jelly Legs jinx, but now that he’d recovered before she managed to disarm him, he was clearly miffed and ready for revenge.

“Watch your feet, Y/L/N,” called Professor Flitwick from the sidelines. Surprisingly, the Ravenclaw house Head was a marvelous and enthusiastic dueling coach. She accredited much of her improvement to his teaching. “He’s going to go for your feet unless you can extend your shield to the ground.”

Y/N frowned, deeply concentrating on the shield she had just raised with her wand. Sure enough, the pale blue shimmering air paused at her ankles. If he managed to make the mark, McLaggen would have no problem bringing her to the ground and disarming her.

If she recast it now, he would no doubt take the opportunity to strike her, but taking the time to wait for the right moment meant leaving her feet undefended. Though it would be tough to strike her under her shield, McLaggen was renowned for his perfect aim. She was on borrowed time.

So that settled it, then. She would make the first attack.

The room was completely silent now except for the slow thump of her steps and the rhythm of her exhales. McLaggen’s large, looming frame rotated in time with her movements, keeping his wand raised at the ready.

He wouldn’t expect her to be on the offense. It was unusual for the weaker, younger dueler to forgo a shield in order to lay on another hex in standoffs. This could work to her advantage, she realized. McLaggen would be ready to attack her when she removed the shield spell. But that would mean his own guard would be down. If she could non-verbally cast an attack…

Y/N walked another quarter of the circle, feeling magic gather at her wand hand, thrumming under her fingertips. McLaggen was smirking as he cracked his neck, rolling his shoulders.

Flipendo, Flipendo, Flipendo. Y/N shouted the words in her head, building up the strength to silently send it his way. One, two….three…

A crackling green ball burst from the tip of her wand at the moment she ended the shield spell and thrust her hand forward. McLaggen hadn’t even opened his mouth to speak the incantations of his hex before he was launched high in the air, crashing into the mats outside of the dueling lines.

“Absolutely marvelous use of non-verbal spellwork,” said Flitwick approvingly, giving her a very firm nod. “Spectacular. Well done.”

“Yeah, Y/N,” said Justin, creeping forward from the crowd of onlookers. “That was incredible. You just wiped the floor with him.”

Y/N grinned back at him before striding over to McLaggen and offering her hand. “I can’t believe I finally managed to best you.”

“Just barely.” He groaned as he rolled onto his back and let her help pull him to his feet. “Next time I’ll get you back.”

“Keep telling yourself that.”

The floor was springy under her feet as she slowly stalked the outer rim of the dueling circle, her wand clutched tightly in her fingers. It was darker than the usual lighting they used for dueling practice, and Y/N had no clue how she’d ended up back in the circle.

That is, until she saw the bright blond head of hair at the opposite end. Then it all made sense.

“Hi,” Draco said. He wasn’t walking like she was. Instead, he was standing with his hands shoved into his pockets. He looked awkward.

“So it was you,” said Y/N, finally stopping her steps. “You stole the crystal ball from Trelawney.”

“She’s already noticed?”

“Unfortunately.” She rolled her wand between her fingers, letting the ridges of the handle pull across the pads of her fingertips. “Why’d you steal it? Is it for your task?”

It was a cruel reminder. He paled and shifted his weight. “No, actually.”

“Oh,” said Y/N. For one glorious moment, she forgot all about Pansy, entertaining the idea that Draco broke the crystal ball to confess his love and devotion for her. But then she remembered the way she had seen him bend down and kiss her forehead from across the Great Hall that morning, and reality settled into her stomach like a cold medicine ball. “Was this—” She motioned to the air between them “—an accident?”

“No,” Draco said, swallowing hard.

Anger rose in her chest when he didn’t elaborate. He had left her in December thinking that he was going to die. He had left her letting her believe he cared for her. And then he came back, dating Pansy Parkinson out of every other person available.

“I’m glad you’re alright,” she said, stiffly.

“Thank you.”

Y/N twirled her wand around her fingers once, twice, watching as the cherry red of the wood flashed around her nails.

“Dueling club, huh?” prompted Draco. It was stupid, really, how he was trying to make casual conversation after everything that had happened. After everything he’d done.

“Why are you here?” she asked finally, scowling.

“I wanted to say that I’m sorry.”

“Okay.”

“Okay? That’s it?”

She stared at him, her mouth momentarily agape. “Yes, of course that’s it. If you’ll recall, you snogged me in a dark corridor, made me spend the entire break thinking that you were either dead or dying, and then proceeded to enter a very public relationship with the only person with which I’ve ever had a physical altercation. Do you seriously expect me to just forgive you like that?”

“Says the person who started dating the only person I specifically asked you not to go out with!” said Draco. He remained standing still, but his fingers were drumming along the length of his wand.

“Terry?!”

“Don’t play dumb,” he snapped. “I was there at Puddifoot’s, you know. I saw you two together. And you always sit together at lunch.”

She supposed she could tell him that she wasn't actually dating him, but she was furious, and his jaw seemed to clench the more he thought about her and Terry. “That doesn’t change anything. Like I said, I don’t do everything just become you tell me to.”

Suddenly it hit her.

“I know why you’re here now,” she said, sounding smaller. His silver eyes snapped up from his hands to meet hers, his brow raised. “You think that because I’m rolling back on my word with Terry, I’m going to stop protecting your secret, too.”

“Well, that’s—”

“How many times do I need to tell you, Malfoy?” Her voice was sharp, her consonants punctuated. It echoed. “Give me a fucking break. I’m not stupid. I know that some promises are more important than others. I’ve told you, time and time again, that I will. Not. Tell. So stop bugging me and—” She paused to look down at her body, seeing that she was once again in her Slytherin party dress, sans tights. “—and stop fucking fantasizing about me without my tights! That’s lewd and disgusting. Imagine how your girlfriend would feel knowing that thoughts like those are rattling around up there in that vacant brain of yours. Honestly! You’re depraved.”

Draco’s eyebrows were nearly touching his hairline, his jaw slack before he regained his composure. “You’re really going to start calling me Malfoy now? After everything?”

“Yes,” spat Y/N. “Now get out of my dream. Finite Incantatem!”

A flash of blue light sprung from her wand, puncturing Draco’s middle. Then he was gone, and Y/N was all alone in the abandoned dueling room.

The next morning, the news of Katie Bell’s return broke in the Great Hall. Y/N and Susan had left late due to Y/N being in a particularly rotten mood. Susan, to her credit, had stayed behind and listened to Y/N rant about how Draco had been the one to steal the crystal ball Trelawney had lectured their class about. Naturally, Y/N had twisted the details, omitting the bits where Draco was technically an enemy of the state. Her roommate shared her malaise nonetheless.

“I can’t believe him,” she had said, shaking her head. “What a twat. I’m glad you stood up for yourself. That must’ve been hard.”

One short, embarrassing sob session in their bathroom later, Y/N was fresh faced and ready to walk down to the Great Hall. The entire student body was buzzing as they pushed open the heavy doors.

“What’s going on?” asked Y/N as they settled down next to Hannah.

“I was wondering where you guys were,” replied Hannah. Her spoon clinked against her mug of steaming coffee as she stirred in swirls of cream. “You missed it. Remember Katie Bell, that 7th year Gryffindor who had been cursed?”

Susan and Y/N nodded.

“She’s back,” Justin cut in, for once looking excited. “She’s alright.”

“That’s great!” For the first time that day, her lips turned into a genuine smile. Katie Bell had been at the first Dueling Club practice she had attended and had been an angel, helping her walk through the motions and shake off the nervousness of being one of the only female students there. “Is she coming back to team practices, then?”

“She’s missing the tournament this weekend,” Justin said. “But I think she’s coming tomorrow night.”

Y/N bobbed her head, her newly discovered excitement wavering in the face of the upcoming weekend. Beauxbatons was hosting the annual Pygmy Invitational Dueling Tournament, and Y/N was finally competing. There were no divisions—she was just as likely to be against someone as renowned as Hristo Krum, Viktor Krum’s younger brother as she was a weaker, more novice dueler. She’d managed to put off thinking about it, planning on not letting it sink in until she was actually there—or, preferably, never—but she was already failing.

“Hey,” said Justin, reaching out to touch her elbow in a brief, perhaps not entirely platonic gesture. “You’ll do great.”

“Are you coming?” she found herself asking. Even though Justin had a knack for getting on her nerves on occasion, he was growing on her.

Justin flushed, setting his gaze on his plate. The precision in which he was slicing up the breakfast potatoes impressed her. “If you’d like me to. Do you think they’d let me?”

“I don’t see why they wouldn’t.” The only struggle would be finding a way to transport another student to France, but considering how wealthy the Finch-Fletch’s were, he could probably come across a Portkey some way or another.

Y/N finished up the rest of her breakfast, engaging in light conversation with her friends. Out of habit, she cast her gaze over to the Slytherin table, searching for a head of startlingly light hair amongst the sea of forest green. Draco wasn’t there. She berated herself for looking in the first place. What did it matter if he was there?

Her muted curiosity morphed into full-fledged concern when, by Thursday morning, she had yet to see Draco at all. He no longer showed up during meals, leaving Pansy to eat alone with a rather harrowed look on her face. He was nowhere to be seen in corridors between classes with his Slytherin friends, which she supposed made sense as he hadn’t shown up for class since Monday. And, of course, since she hadn’t seen him in person, he never appeared in her dreams.

When Y/N brought it up to Susan on her way to Divination, her friend had no idea.

“Theo hasn’t said anything to me,” she admitted. The heels of her loafers made satisfying clicks on the cobblestone as they walked. “We don’t really talk much about Draco when I see him, though. I can ask?”

“No, no, that’s okay,” said Y/N hurriedly. “No need. I’m still mad at him, anyway. I shouldn’t even be talking about him.”

“Smart! I’ve always heard that pretending that someone is actually dead is a good way to get over them.”

“Haha. Maybe I’ll try that.” She said this in a deceptively casual tone, and her blood ran cold. What if something truly awful had happened to him? Even if he was a right arse, he didn’t deserve to die.

Nausea built in her throat as she sat through the day’s Divination lecture. All she wanted was for her free period to begin so she could curl up in her dorm bed and nap. She’d barely slept since she’d dreamt of Draco on Monday.

She was just on the way towards the common room when Madame Pomfrey appeared around the corner, walking towards her with a purpose. Y/N was suddenly queasy. Could Madame Pomfrey tell if she was having her dreams again? Would she accuse her of stealing from Trelawney?

“Miss Y/L/N,” she said, her heavy footsteps coming to a halt in front of her. “You need to come with me.”

Her tone betrayed nothing. She spoke with her usual no-nonsense voice, but she at least didn’t look angry—just stoney faced.

“Er—well—alright then,” Y/N stammered. So much for her napping plans. She followed the healer down the corridor, up the stairs, and through the wide doors of the hospital wing. This was it. She was going to be blamed for Draco’s theft, and she was going to get expelled. Well, maybe not that. Trelawney would just look at her in class with a deeply hurt expression, like she had personally betrayed her professor. And, although Y/N was never particularly attuned to Divination, the sadness she’d see in one of her mentors’ eyes would be almost worse.

The hospital wing was remarkably quiet. Their footsteps echoed as they walked past the white beds, all empty except for one at the end, the furthest from the door. That one was obscured entirely from view by crisp white curtains, sparking a morbid interest in Y/N. Unless someone was seriously injured or were changing, curtains were rarely used.

To her surprise, Madame Pomfrey didn’t lead her through the beaded entrance at the end to her office for a serious talking-to. Instead, she motioned towards the curtains.

“You have a visitor,” said the healer, ignoring Y/N entirely and poking her head through the curtain.

She was too far away to hear whatever the patient whispered back.

“It’s the girl you’ve been moaning about,” added Madame Pomfrey, rather snippily for someone who was treating patients. She turned to face Y/N. “Come along, you. Your free period doesn’t last all day.” A scraping sound emanated from the metal rods as she parted the curtains.

The first thing that hit her was the smell of Dittany—a strong musky, herbal scent with notes of mint. Y/N had smelled it the first time when she’d sliced her finger in Potions class in second year, and she’d never forgotten the way the viscous brown substance looked as it trickled into her cut.

Madame Pomfrey stepped aside from the gap she’d created in the curtains, ushering her inside. “I’ll let you know when you need to leave.”

Y/N crept forward, passing the threshold of the curtains. She gasped when she saw who was inside. “Malfoy?”

He looked awful, even worse than when she saw him that night in December. He was so gray that he resembled a corpse. The crisp white hospital linens were pulled tight around his otherwise bare chest, where she could see the beginnings of angry red gashes poking out from above the sheets.

“I’ll give you two some privacy,” said Madame Pomfrey before shutting the curtains behind Y/N.

When she was sure that Pomfrey’s footsteps had faded, Y/N produced her wand and cast a silencing spell around the curtains, unsure what else to do or what to say. Finally, when she met his hooded eyes, she settled on:

“Are you alright?” That was a stupid question. Thankfully, he ignored it completely.

“You came.” He was gaping at her vacantly. “I didn’t think…didn’t think you would.”

“Don’t flatter yourself,” said Y/N. “Pomfrey didn’t tell me who it was.”

He sighed, then shut his lips, pouting childishly.

“What happened to you?” she asked. Everything in her wanted to come up and embrace him, brush his hair away from his forehead, and tell him how much she’d missed him and how afraid she was for him, but the thought of acting on these desires made her sick to her stomach. “Who did this to you?”

Draco stared blankly at her before letting his head fall back on the pillow.

“When did this happen?”

“I miss you.” He said this with his eyes closed, so quietly Y/N thought she had imagined it.

“What?”

“It’s not fair,” he mumbled. “None of this is fair.”

“You’re not making any sense. Why did you call me here? Where’s Pansy?” She gingerly sat down on the chair beside his bed, which produced a little creak as she transferred her weight onto the seat. At the sound, his eyes cracked open and he twisted, wincing as he reached out. After some waving about, his fingers found her hand.

She stiffened. Worry welled up in her throat. His hand was blazing hot, warm from sleep.

“Don’t go,” he whispered as she attempted to wrench herself from his grip. “Please don’t go.”

“You’re not well,” she said, pointing out the obvious. Draco hardly seemed to hear or register anything that she had said to him. Realization hit her when she saw the empty potion bottles on the nightstand. Madame Pomfrey must’ve dosed him with a cocktail of pain potions, leaving him with barely half his mind. She was speaking to the most incoherent version of Draco she’d ever seen.

He probably wouldn’t remember any of this, she bitterly thought to herself. She would have to be the one who carried the burden of this interaction.

“I’m sorry,” he said. “I’m so sorry. I’ll never forgive myself for what I’ve done.”

“It’s okay.” It definitely wasn’t, but Y/N wasn’t about to say so to an invalid clearly on the verge of an emotional breakdown.

“I’m not allowed to love you,” he said, almost ruefully.

“I’m aware,” Y/N snapped.

“I miss you,” he said again, his fingers tightening around hers. “I wish you still called me Draco.”

Y/N didn’t even dignify this with a response. This wasn’t even a conversation—he was so high on whatever Madame Pomfrey had given him that he probably didn’t even realize that she was actually there.

“I hate Terry Boot,” he mumbled. “It’s not fair.”

Y/N blinked. What had Terry ever done to him?

“You have to stay,” he said. Y/N cocked her head.

“I’m here,” she said gently, though she knew it was futile. He wouldn’t understand, even if he did hear her.

“Don’t leave me. Please.” He was begging now, which confused Y/N. She hadn’t so much as shifted since she tried to pull her hands from his in the beginning. Nothing in her body language hinted at her leaving. He must’ve been so far gone that he was hallucinating her getting up and letting go.

“I’m right here,” she repeated. Tentatively, and mostly because she knew he wouldn’t remember, she leaned forward and touched her palm gently to his cheek. He pressed into the contact like a housecat, his eyes fluttering shut.

“I don’t deserve you,” he croaked. “But I can’t stop thinking about it.”

Y/N’s frown deepened. “What do you mean?”

“I love you,” he breathed. “I’m yours.”

Her heart dropped. She pulled her hand away from his face, feeling for a moment as if she was going to puke right then and there.

“You don’t know what you’re saying,” she whispered, feeling hot tears prick at the backs of her eyes. “I’ll ask Pomfrey to get Pansy.” Because if he was going to confess his love to anyone, it was going to be Pansy Parkinson, heiress to the Parkinson fortune and by all accounts a perfect Slytherin Pureblooded Princess. It wasn’t going to be Y/N.

He made a small sound of protest as she stood up and wrenched her fingers from his grip. Her heart ached as she looked down at him, taking in his newfound feebleness and delirium.

“Don’t,” he rasped. “Please—don’t go—”

Y/N waved her wand, breaking the silencing charm before stepping through the curtains without another word.

“Back so soon?” asked Madame Pomfrey. She was on the other side of the room, tediously logging the potion inventory into a sheet of parchment.

“I think there’s been a mistake,” Y/N said. “He thinks I’m someone else—his girlfriend, Pansy Parkinson. He’s very discombobulated.”

Madame Pomfrey frowned. “Girlfriend? The Slytherin girl with black hair?”

“That’s Pansy.”

“She was just in,” she said. “She dropped off notes. He asked for you by name.”

“He has no idea what he’s saying,” said Y/N stubbornly. “He didn’t understand anything I said to him. He didn’t mean to ask for me, I’m sure of it.’

She bid her goodbyes to Madame Pomfrey before heading to her next class.

Her sheets felt stiffer than usual. And warmer, very warm, like she wasn’t alone.

Y/N jerked awake to find herself in the hospital bed with a very awake, very lucid Draco staring at her. The tiny bed left barely any space between the two of them, and she’d found that part of her body was draped over his.

“Fuck,” she hissed, frantically pulling the blankets off of her and scrambling out of bed.

“How are you here?” asked Draco. His voice was prim, crisp, and posh—a return to normalcy. “I haven’t seen you in days. I thought we only dreamt of each other when I saw you.”

Y/N sighed. “I did see you today. Pomfrey got confused. She brought me to you instead of Pansy.”

“Oh,” said Draco. He was significantly paler. “I don’t remember.”

“I’m not surprised,” she responded. “You were absolutely delirious. Completely nonsensical.”

“What kinds of things did I say?”

Y/N shrugged. “Nothing important.” Because it really wasn’t, not in the grand scheme of things. Because he didn’t mean anything that he’d said.

“Really?” He raised his eyebrows.

“I think you thought I was Pansy,” said Y/N. “So you said some weird things.”

“Like what?”

“Things,” she hissed through her teeth.

“What kind of things?”

“I don’t want to talk about it anymore.” Y/N rubbed the bridge of her nose between her forefinger and thumb. “What happened to you? Why are you in the hospital wing?”

“Potter cursed me,” said Draco. “He used some backyard homemade curse that almost killed me.”

Y/N gasped. “What? Why?”

“He suspected that I was behind Katie Bell’s affliction,” he said simply.

“On Tuesday?” Y/N knew that if she thought about it for long enough, she’d feel nauseous at the thought of what he’d had to endure. But now she was numb, instead focused on the hurt that he’d caused her over the past month.

He nodded.

“You need to ask Pomfrey for the antidote to this whole dreaming business,” Y/N informed him. “I’m not going to ask. She’s going to think I was the one who stole the crystal ball, and you’re under her care, anyway. It’ll be more convenient if you ask.”

“I can’t ask her either!” he said. “If I do, she’ll know it was me. I can’t have a target on my back. Not now.”

“Well then.” Y/N scowled as she whipped out her wand and transfigured her chair until it was a large, cozy armchair. Then she tucked her legs under herself and rested her head on the arm.

“What are you doing?”

“I’m trying to sleep,” said Y/N.

“There’s a perfectly fine bed right here. No need for the showy Transfiguration.”

“It’s not perfectly fine when you’re in it,” she retorted.

He rolled his eyes and held open the sheets. “Come here. Don’t be ridiculous. I’ll get out if you want.”

“No.”

“You’re so stubborn,” he said. There was no venom in his tone.

She ignored his comment, lost in her own train of thought. For some reason, what she’d told him about Terry emerged in her ponderings. She was angry at him, yes, but there was no reason to try and keep up the lie. Letting him believe that she was dating Terry would eventually catch up to her, she was sure of it. It would be more embarrassing if he discovered the truth from someone else.

Once she’d found her resolve in confessing, she cleared her throat. “I, ehm, I need to clear my conscience while we’re both here. I need to tell you something. I haven’t been entirely honest with you.”

“Oh?”

“I’m not dating Terry,” she said. His eyebrows shoot up. “I just let you think I was because you were getting on my nerves and it seemed like it upset you.”

His silver eyes glittered in the moonlight as he laughed, shaking his head. “I can’t believe you’re a Hufflepuff sometimes.”

She sent him a weak smile in return, though she didn’t really feel it reach her eyes. It felt good to get her secret off her chest—he surely would’ve found out from someone else eventually—but she’d lost her last bargaining chip. Nothing else about her seemed to elicit any indication that he cared.

“Don’t feel too guilty,” he continued. “We’re even.”

“How so?” she asked, inspecting her fingernails instead of meeting his eyes.

“I’m not dating Pansy.”

Her head snapped up, her gaze meeting his. There was no trace of insincerity in his face. “What?”

“Pansy and I aren’t really together,” said Draco. “I was going to tell you earlier. I just never had the chance.”

Anger and relief simultaneously rushed through her. Anger, because what did he mean he didn’t have any time? They’d been at school for over 2 months after the fact. Relief, because…well, she didn’t need to explain that.

“Why didn’t you just tell me?” admonished Y/N.

“I couldn’t,” he answered.

“You are right now. I don’t understand.”

“The Dark Lord—I mean, Voldemort—went through my thoughts over the break,” said Draco, looking rather solemn. “He saw the memory of us in the corridor from when I came to say goodbye. It was dark enough that he didn’t see who you were, so I told him you were Pansy.”

“But we’ve been together so many other times. How did he not see those?”

“Legilimency only works on memories created in our usual reality,” he explained. “He can’t see my dreams. So I couldn’t tell you because I couldn’t figure out how to break into Trelawney’s classroom until last weekend. And I also didn’t want to try in my real corporeal form, anyway.”

“Why not?”

He looked sheepish. “You’re scary when you’re angry.”

“I'm the scary one?”

“I thought you were going to hex me in the last dream,” he said. “I’ve heard how good you are at dueling. I’d prefer to not be on the receiving end of that.”

Y/N rolled her eyes, but her heart was pounding from all that he’d just dumped on her.”Does Pansy know?”

“‘Course,” he said, frowning.

“And she’s okay with you pretending to be her boyfriend so you can cover your tracks after fucking around with a mudblood?” The words tasted acrid in her mouth.

“I didn’t give her your name,” he said, looking even more uncomfortable.

“She’s in love with you, you know.”

Draco sighed, a sharp breath leaving his nose. “I know. That’s why I didn’t tell her it was you. She’d be ruthless.”

“So what does she know?”

“That I’m involved with someone that I’m not supposed to be with,” he said simply.

Her middle began to feel weightless with hope, hope that she unsuccessfully attempted to tamp down. “That you are involved with? Present tense?”

He shrugged. “That was the plan, yeah. Before Boot, of course.”

“Is it still?” She hated the way she sounded so expectant, so optimistic.

“Would you like that?” asked Draco. His long, dark lashes nearly touched his cheekbones as he looked down, focusing on the hospital sheets instead of Y/N.

“You’d only ever see me in our dreams,” she pointed out.

“That’s okay. It’s better than not seeing you at all.”

She wanted to say yes. She wanted to agree wholeheartedly, to jump in the hospital bed with him and bury her face in his neck. But what stopped her was the fear. He’d gotten her hopes up so many times before, and dealing with the aftermath had been nearly catastrophic for Y/N.

As if he could read her thoughts, Draco shifted and met her eyes. “It’s okay if the answer is no. I know that asking you to trust me again is…a lot.”

“I’m just not really sure what I should do,” she admitted. “I’m afraid of getting hurt again.” But who was she kidding? Draco Malfoy, her school crush of over 2 years now, was handing himself over to her on a silver platter. She’d let her filet her with a plastic takeaway knife if it meant getting to shag him again. She considered indicating that she’d come to her senses, but the way he was looking at her with such sorrowful and empathetic eyes made her decide to hold her tongue for a bit longer. She did deserve a good apology, after all, not one from when his brain was addled with pain potions.

“I know,” he said gently. “I wish I could find a way to atone for the things I’ve done. Words can’t describe how much I regret how much I’ve hurt you. I’ll do anything if it results in your forgiveness.”

The pretty words he offered were empty. There were of course things that he wouldn’t do, lines that he wouldn’t cross if it resulted in harm to his family. But they were good enough, she supposed. She couldn’t fault him for loving his mother.

“Okay,” she said. “I forgive you. But if you ever do anything like this to me without warning again, I’m breaking a thousand crystal balls and haunting you for the rest of your life.”

He was grinning by the time she finished her threat.

“You’re supposed to act at least a little scared,” she told him, sounding much more wounded than she actually was. “I was just very intimidating there.”

“Oh, yes, very scary,” he said gravely. “Terrifying. Appalling. I’m trembling. Will you get back in bed with me now?”

The spot where she had appeared was still warm as she settled down next to him, letting him pull her into his side once again. They didn’t talk. Y/N just laid as she thought, feeling his fingers stroke through her hair.

“What did you mean by ‘involved’?” she asked, finally. The question had been nagging her for however long she’d been lying there. “What does this mean to you?”

His fingers threaded into the hair behind the nape of her neck, stilling. “Is this a ‘what are we’ question?”

“I guess,” she said. When he phrased it like that, it made her feel a little ridiculous. She knew what they were—a distraction for him, a fun side quest to keep him from thinking about his real responsibilities. When they graduated, he’d be a good little boy and get engaged to someone like Pansy or Daphne. “You don’t have to answer if you don’t want to. I assume nothing’s changed since last fall.”

A sick, heavy sense of dread filled her stomach. Now that she’d thought about it, she really didn’t want him to answer. It was easier for her to read into things, to pretend like there was meaning where there wasn’t if he didn’t explicitly tell her otherwise. That’s how she’d handled it the first go around. The tender way he touched her near the end enabled her fantasies of him returning her feelings. Could she do it all over again if he told her what she feared most?

She wasn’t sure. And he’d been quiet for a long time, too, which was stressing her out more.

“Please don’t answer if you don’t want to. I won’t make it into anything it isn’t,” she lied. She totally would, but what she thought in the private recesses of her mind was her business and her business only.

“Hey.” His voice was gentle but firm as he used his hold on the back of her hair to softly tilt her face up to meet his gaze. “I’m really sorry I’ve made you feel like that. I know I’ve been a bit of an arse to you, especially at first. It’s not a real excuse, but in my defense I didn’t think you were a real person for a while.”

She snorted. Where was he going with this?

“If things were ordinary,” he continued, “I’d be a much better boyfriend—actually take you out on dates and study together and all that normal stuff. But—are you alright?”

He’d paused because Y/N had stopped breathing.

“What?” she said after she finally checked back into her body and inhaled through her nose. “You’d want that with me?”

“Of course,” he replied, his voice soft. “But things aren’t ordinary. I can’t give you those things, at least not now. It’s too dangerous for both of us.”

“Oh. Yeah, I understand.” Her momentary high had dropped considerably.

“That isn’t to say that I don’t want anything real with you,” Draco said hastily. His fingers moved out of her hair, his palms coming to her jaw so his thumbs could run across the lengths of her cheekbones. He was still wearing his signet ring, and the coolness of the silver against her hot skin was startling. “I do. I care for you—more than what’s good for the both of us. That’s why I stole the crystal ball. I couldn’t stay away any longer, and that was terribly selfish of me. I know that seeing me like this doesn’t even hold a candle to what you deserve, but it’s all I can offer right now.”

“And is what you’re offering the same as you did last fall?” she prodded. Hope treacherously made its way back into her chest cavity.

“No.”

“So are you proposing that you be my boyfriend, but only in this realm?”

He rolled his eyes, but a smile danced across his lips. “I was thinking more along the lines of your actual boyfriend. With the caveat that we meet up at night in another dimension instead of, say, Saturday afternoons at Hogsmeade. What do you think about that?”

“I think I can manage,” she said mildly, trying her hardest to seem cool and collected.

“I can feel your heart racing,” he said smugly. The hand that was stroking her neck pressed into her pulse point in a light demonstration.

“Oh, stop it.” She flushed, frowning. “Don’t make fun of me.”

“I’m not,” said Draco. “I think it’s cute how much this affects you.”

As if to prove his point, he bent down until his face was almost level with hers before lightly kissing the tip of her nose, then the tops of her cheeks. She was grinning stupidly by the time he was done.

Shyly, she pushed her weight into her toes and shifted forward. Her nose nudged against his cheek as she tilted her head up. When her lips finally pressed into his, his fingers curled around her waist, pulling her further into his chest.

It struck her then, really struck her, that she wasn’t just kissing Draco Malfoy—she was kissing her boyfriend. Her boyfriend, Draco Malfoy. He was hers.

The thought made her entirely giddy as she rested her hands on his chest, letting her thumb run across his skin. His skin was so warm to the touch. She was overwhelmed by the need to be even closer to him than she already was, to somehow intertwine themselves until there was no telling where one ended and the other began.

For the first time in months, Y/N awoke feeling completely at peace.

Draco sat next to her in Potions on Friday. As Slughorn lectured, droning on about the properties of Valerian root, Draco’s knee nudged against hers. They managed to look entirely serious and no nonsense when they spoke to each other and jointly brewed a Draught of Peace, but under the table, his fingers would briefly rest on her thigh or tangle with hers.

Y/N thought she was going to absolutely combust with happiness by the time she joined Justin and the rest of the Dueling Club in the meeting room to travel to France. She wasn’t afraid anymore. Now that she was riding the euphoric emotional waves of her renewed relationship with Draco, she felt like she could take on the world.

“I have a tournament tomorrow,” she told him that night after she’d fallen asleep in the French hotel room. She’d awoken to find herself next to Draco in his own dorm bed.

“Where?” he asked, tucking a piece of her hair behind her ear. He was hovering over her, letting his forearms support his weight from their place besides her head.

“France,” she told him. “I’m there right now, actually. I took a Portkey a few hours before dinner.”

“That’s exciting.” Draco smiled encouragingly down at her. “I’m sure you’re going to wipe the floor with everyone.”

She frowned, deep in thought. “I’m not sure. I’m actually really nervous. I can barely beat McLaggen, and he’s probably like a child compared to the other duelers. Durmstrang is sending their best.”

“That sounds intimidating,” he agreed. “But you have a natural talent for dueling. You’re going to do wonderfully.” To punctuate his last point, he leaned forward and pressed a kiss to the top of her forehead.

She smiled, then changed the subject to something Slughorn had said in class. It struck her then how domestic and normal their meetings were becoming. It felt so natural now to tell him about her day and how it made her feel. The newfound emotional vulnerability felt like a warm, fuzzy blanket around Y/N’s entire body, wrapped tight.

The next day was a blur. Every dueler was scheduled to partake in 6 sessions. The first opponent Y/N had was a lithe, elegant Beauxbatons boy with rich chocolate hair and a demeanor that reminded her distantly of Draco.

Despite Professor Flitwick’s pep talk to her before she’d stepped into the ring, the sudden gravity of it all weighed on her the moment she passed through the protective wards. The Beauxbatons boy, who she was pretty sure was named Clement, was languidly twirling a short, stumpy wand around his fingers and eying her up and down. She had refused to ask how accomplished this dueler was—it’d only serve to make her more nervous—but the way he was smirking at her made her think the feeling was not mutual. If he hadn’t heard that this was her first tournament, he had at least figured out she was a muggleborn 6th year by now.

“Take your stances!” called out the moderator from outside the circle. She was a wiry looking woman, with carrot red hair and some flavor of Scandinavian accent. Y/N’s knees nearly buckled as she bent them slightly, staggering her legs and readying her wand. “Begin!”

A curse, white hot and scathing, hit her chest before the word had even finished echoing throughout the hall. It struck Y/N head on, making her double over and wheeze as her lungs seized.

“Stop!” cried the moderator. “Illegal spell. Beauxbatons 35 is disqualified. The win is given to Hogwarts 2.”

Clement scoffed. “Illegal? Zat was a simple burning ‘ex!” He stomped out of the ring with a flourish, meeting a tall blonde woman who patted his shoulder and scowled nastily at Y/N—the Beauxbatons coach, she assumed.

“Are you alright, Y/N?” asked Katie, appearing at her side with worry in her eyes. “That looked like it was nasty. He cast it early. You didn’t even have a chance to block it.”

“I’m alright.” Her voice was shaky and hoarse. “Everything just happened so quickly. At least I technically won, right?”

Katie clapped her on her back. “Good. You’ll get more used to it. I can’t believe he used that curse—no international dueling competitions allow any body alteration spells in the preliminary rounds. I’m sorry. Do you want to stop by the infirmary?”

“No,” said Y/N. If she stopped by the infirmary, she’d have to tell someone how she felt, and if she thought about how she felt for too long, she’d probably vomit from the nerves. “It doesn’t hurt anymore.”

“It must’ve been just a temporary burning curse, then,” explained Katie. “I have to go visit Cormac and watch his round. Good luck on the next if I don’t see you before, yeah?”

The next 5 rounds were even more nerve wracking. Y/N was matched exclusively with Durmstrang wizards. They were impossibly burly, nearly twice her size in both height and bulk. Miraculously, Y/N managed to nudge her second opponent into the barrier charms with a well placed Jelly Legs jinx. The wards glowed a blood red once he breached the perimeter of the circle, and she was declared the winner. She won her third, fourth, and fifth rounds with equal fortune, just barely managing to aim her curses enough to strike them where they least expected it. She even took after McLaggen, sending a Stupefy at the toes of her fifth opponent when his shield wasn’t fully comprehensive.

“You’re 5 for 5,” said Katie once Y/N returned to the room that the Hogwarts kids had been hanging out in between rounds. “I want to watch your 6th round. Who’s it this time?”

“I have no idea.” Y/N panted as she finished up her water bottle. Though it wasn’t the most physically demanding sport, she was already drenched in sweat and her heart was racing. “I think they’re releasing pairings in 5.”

Katie nodded. “Exciting. You might make it to out-rounds, you know.”

“Out-rounds?”

“You know, the final elimination rounds,” explained Katie. “In a tournament this small, they’ll probably only go as far as quarterfinals. Octofinals are more common at larger meets. It’s really rare to win more than 4 prelims without getting there, so I think it’s totally possible. Especially when even Cormac is down 2.”

Y/N felt nervousness creep into her throat. Was she really the only Hogwarts dueler who hadn’t lost yet?

She did not hold this title for long. Hristo Krum was her last opponent, and he absolutely eviscerated her in a matter of seconds. In his defense, he cast a clean, respectful Flipendo aimed directly at her wand hand that sent her spiraling into the bounds. It was a fair win, and when he shook her hand after the round, he congratulated her.

“It is good to see another young dueler,” he said in his thick Bulgarian accent. “I have heard of your earlier rounds. You are doing well for your first time.”

His kind words were almost enough to make her forget the glares that the Beauxbatons and Durmstrang students sent her as it was announced that she would be the only 6th year progressing into the quarterfinals.

“Out-rounds are different,” Katie instructed her as they hurriedly prepared in their prep room. “You won’t get to use shields, and almost all curses but those that are lethal are allowed. They’ll have a healer on site regardless, just in case. We’ve never trained you to do this sort of thing before, so don’t feel bad if you get eliminated.”

She was up against the same Beauxbatons boy from the first round. Anger bubbled up in her as the moderator told them to take their stances. Y/N nonverbally began to build up a full-body binding hex in her fingers. The moment that the words “Begin!” left the lips of the moderator, she cast. He was on the floor in seconds.

“Fucking bitch,” he spat once she’d been declared the winner and released the binding hex. “Mudblood.” He then added some French that Y/N didn’t quite understand, but she assumed that he was using equally colorful words.

Y/N awkwardly tossed her wand back and forth as he was led away, stuck between feeling the raw wound of being reminded of her place in Wizarding society and the euphoria of the fact that she was progressing into semifinals. It was harder to feel offended by someone like Clement when she knew she just simply was better than him, even if he had fancier lineage.

She ended up losing the semifinal round to a Beauxbatons boy that she’d never seen before. He’d sent a slicing hex at her wand hand, and the wound bled so profusely that she dropped her wand, immediately disqualifying her.

“Don’t look too bummed,” said Katie as she sat next to her, watching the healer on duty slowly patch up the slice. “I have good news.”

Y/N peered up at the brunette. “What news?”

“You qualified for the Bulgarian Duel!” Katie grinned. “They’re taking everyone who made it to quarterfinals. You’re the first 6th year to go in years, and I think the first female 6th year from Hogwarts to go ever.”

Y/N laughed, shakily. “Merlin. I don’t know if I can do another one of these.”

“Isn’t it great, though? The adrenaline? Knowing that you’re on equal ground with everyone, regardless of gender or blood?”

“I suppose,” said Y/N thoughtfully. “I guess you’re right. Maybe that’s why I like it so much.”

“It’ll be in a month or so,” added Katie. “Some duelers spend the entire fall trying to prepare for it. You’re really lucky to have made it after one tournament.”

After the final round wrapped up, Y/N collected her medal for 3rd place and smiled for the cameras next to Hristo Krum and the boy who had beaten her in her last round. A reporter asked for her name, and in a dazzled state, she gave it to him.

“Y/L/N?” said the man, tilting his head and scribbling something thoughtfully down on his scroll. “I’ve never heard that name before. What do your parents do?”

“They’re muggles,” said Y/N boldly, holding her chin up high and daring the reporter to say something snide in responde.

But the nasty comment never came. Instead, the short stumpy man nodded and furrowed his eyebrows as he added a few more notes. “Thank you, miss,” he said. Then he moved onto Hristo and the Beauxbatons boy.

Back at school, Y/N settled back into a comfortable routine. Draco would try and find excuses to at least be in her general line of sight each day, even if they weren’t in class, just so they could dream together. Though he never gave her any reason to worry, she found herself desperate to commit every moment they shared to her memory.

Because as much as he said he cared about her and loved her, there was never any guarantee as to what would happen between them in the near future. There was no happy ending that she could clearly envision. The logical thing for him to do was end things with her before he completed his task, or before he returned back home.

Even if somehow he didn’t want to break things off with her right then, she’d have to face the reality that he would eventually come to his senses. They wouldn’t so much as have the chance to owl each other over the summer, much less meet in person. They wouldn’t see each other for months. And who knows how he’d feel after being without her for a summer? Maybe he would decide that he wanted to be a good Slytherin lad after all and realize he didn’t need her anymore. And, even if that wasn’t true, they couldn’t go on dreaming forever. It would eventually need to end. She’d probably need to harvest her magical signature again at some point. Continuing this indefinitely would only result in her heart and her magic being harmed.

There was no light at the end of the tunnel. What she had with him was all she would ever have, she thought, as she tangled her legs with his in his silk sheets and shared secret, knowing glances with him in passing. This was finite. Unless he managed to convince his mother to escape, something he thought to be near impossible, they were doomed.

The Bulgarian Duel began on a cloudy Friday afternoon in April. Y/N had trained hard and long with Professor Flitwick to ensure that she would be able to hold her own against the older, more experienced duelers. Though she didn’t feel invincible, she felt less helpless. The plethora of printed articles about the Pygmy Invitational, depicting her as a rising superstar from unlikely roots, certainly didn’t hurt in raising her morale.

Clement was her first opponent, and she made quick work of knocking him out of the circle with a nonverbal flick of her wand. The rest of her rounds did not go as swimmingly. She won 2 others by just a hair, but lost the rest, ending on a neutral record of 3-3.

To cheer Y/N up, Professor Flitwick took her on a tour of the Bulgarian capital, Sofia. It was dark by the time they had finished up with the awards ceremony and embarked on their trip, opting to roam the streets of Wizarding Sofia until they found a restaurant that caught their eye.

It wasn’t like Y/N harbored any negative feelings towards Professor Flitwick—she’d just never really connected with the older professor when she’d begun taking Charms under his supervision. But the trip to Bulgaria was quickly warming her up to him. He was a jolly old man that reminded her of her late grandfather, with all of us stories and elderly man habits.

Sofia was a gorgeous city. They got to walk past the Alexander Nevsky Cathedra and its appealing teal and gold architecture. Y/N had never seen anything quite like it.

“This is beautiful!” she said to Professor Flitwick as they rounded the corner. “Thank you for taking me, Professor.”

“Of course,” Flitwick responded. “If we turn this way, there should be a fabulous restaurant a few blocks down. An old friend of mine runs it. It’ll be busy on a Saturday night, but I’m sure he’ll fit us in…”

She followed her dueling coach down a street that had become noticeably dimmer, succumbing to darkness of the twilight sky. The few lanterns that were hung outside the storefronts cast very little light on the cobbled road. Dark shadows huddled in the corners, whispering faintly to one another.

“Wait here, dear,” said Professor Flitwick. They’d stood in front of a noisy pub, full of wizards and witches joyously chattering. “I’ll be just a moment.”

Nervously, Y/N stood outside while her coach attempted to get them a table. The sky was quickly darkening, becoming pitch black and starless. Though the area she stood in was fairly well-lit, she was right across from a dark alley that made her feel uneasy.

The street quieted down as a large group of wizards left the pub and began walking their way down the street. The rate of passersby slowed to a trickle, and suddenly Y/N was virtually all alone.

“No! Please! Don’t!”

The sound of a woman crying shook Y/N out of her exhausted post-duel daze. It came from a crouched shadow in the alley, too far away and obscured by darkness for her to make out anything more.

“Please,” the woman begged again. “I have a family. Children! Please!”

Y/N’s blood ran ice cold. What was she watching? She was frozen in place. There was a movement in the shadows, and she could just barely make out another silhouette standing over the crouched woman.

An awful cackling sound came from the standing shadow. “Oh, dearie. Now I’ll have to find them too! You knew the rules. Get me what I want or suffer the consequences.”

It was a familiar, sing-songy voice. Y/N racked her brain. Where had she heard that woman before?

As the mystery woman moved to brandish her wand, Y/N caught a glimpse of scraggly black curls, poking just barely out of the alley and into her sight. It hit her then.

This was the woman who had cock-blocked her in that dream about Draco! She was here!

The memory was enough to jolt Y/N into action as the crouched figure wailed, begging for forgiveness and for her family’s safety. The wood of her wand was cold against her palm as she sprung into motion.

“Petrificus Totalous!”

By some miracle, Y/N’s blindly aimed spell hit her mark before the pair in the alley could move. The woman from Malfoy Manor limply fell into the street, her head bouncing once on the cobble before her body went completely still. The crouched woman scrambled to her feet and bolted down the sidewalk before Y/N could even open her mouth to shout after her.

“Miss Y/L/N!” said Professor Flitwick’s voice from behind her. “There’s a table ready.” When she didn’t respond—she was too busy staring at the woman who she had just paralyzed and likely concussed in the street—he spoke again. “Miss Y/L/N? Is everything alri—Merlin’s beard!”

Her elderly professor appeared at her side, gaping at the woman in front of her, then Y/N’s outstretched hand with her wand pointed directly at the body.

Y/N never did get to try the pub that Professor Flitwick raved about. Instead, she enjoyed a dry protein bar that tasted of sawdust on her trip back to the hotel. Professor Flitwick was adamant that they find an emergency Portkey and depart immediately after gathering their things. Y/N wasn’t sure what the big deal was—all she had done was stop some sort of drug deal gone wrong, and the Bulgarian Aurors didn’t even bother questioning her as a suspect—but her professor looked like he was about to combust with anxiety.

Y/N didn’t understand what he was so worried about—she’d seen the woman be ushered away into custody. She tried to pry, but Professor Flitwick seemed too frazzled to offer any elaboration beyond, “What you did was very brave.”

Monday morning began like any other morning. Like always, Y/N sat in her chair and tried to nonchalantly crane her head around so she could stare at Draco at the Slytherin table. Today, he was thumbing through what looked to be a long letter. His eyes flickered up to meet hers for a moment, sending her a secret smile. She smiled back, the knowledge that she would get to have him all to herself that night humming in her chest.

The day took a strange turn when an arm reached out and yanked her behind a tapestry on her way to Potions.

She shrieked against the hand that muffled her mouth, trying her hardest to pull away from the figure that had her tightly pressed to their front.

“Sh!” It was Draco. Once she had relaxed, he let go of her mouth and let her turn to face him. He looked happier than he had in months, with dimples peeking out of his slight smile and a friendly scrunch in the corner of his eye.

“I thought you couldn’t see me in person!” she whispered. “What are you doing?”

His smile grew into a wolfish grin before he grabbed her around the waist and began peppering kisses all over her face.

“Draco! Stop!” she gasped. “Your memories! You can’t do—hmph!” He shut her up by finally covering her mouth with his, his hands twisting in the back of her robes before he finally released her.

“Actually, I can,” he said, looking far too proud of himself. “Guess what happened over the weekend?”

“What happened?” She couldn’t remember the last time she’d seen him look so good-humored and light—probably not since 5th year, she realized.

“My mother just sent me a letter saying that she’s managed to escape,” said Draco. “She’s hiding out someplace in Muggle Canada.”

Y/N’s jaw dropped. “You’re free? You don’t have to do your task anymore? Or go home?”

He nodded, then pulled her into her chest so he could press a kiss to her forehead. It was sweet that he couldn’t seem to stop touching her.

“How?”

“Her handler—my aunt Bellatrix—was caught somewhere in Bulgaria and taken into custody over the weekend,” he explained. “She was the one in charge of monitoring my mother and ensuring that she couldn’t leave. When Bellatrix didn’t return home, my mother went out on what she disguised as a shopping trip and left for good.”

Y/N paled. “Bellatrix? Like, Bellatrix Lestrange?” The puzzle pieces were starting to click into place. That was the name she’d seen appear everywhere in articles and journals about the darkest wizards and witches of their age. She’d never seen a picture of the witch, though.

“Yes.” Draco frowned. “Is everything alright?”

“Oh, fuck,” she breathed. “Oh God.” No wonder Flitwick had been so stressed out of her mind. Y/N had single handedly taken out a war criminal.

“You’re worrying me,” he said, squeezing her hand reassuringly. “What’s wrong?”

“I didn’t know that woman was Bellatrix Lestrange,” said Y/N. "I thought she was just—I dunno—a batshit insane lady who happened to be your aunt. You’re related to Bellatrix Lestrange?”

He grimaced. “I know. It’s weird, I’m sorry. She’s my mother’s sister.”

“No, no, that’s not what I’m upset about,” clarified Y/N, waving her hand.

“Then what is it?”

“I was the one who petrified her,” said Y/N. “I saw her in an alleyway. She was accosting some poor witch, and I didn’t even think. I just cast the spell and before I knew it, the Bulgarian Aurors were putting her in some sort of magical straightjacket and dragging her away and Flitwick was patting my shoulder and telling me how brave I was.”

She gasped for breath once she’d stopped—she’d been rambling.

Draco was doing an award winning “deer in the headlights” impression a few inches away from her. “You—you caught Bella?”

“It wasn’t like it was hard,” said Y/N, suddenly feeling very uncomfortable with the way he was looking at her, like she had just turned into a unicorn. “If I had known it was Bellatrix Lestrange, I probably would’ve been a little more nervous. God. I had no idea it was her. She could’ve killed me!”

Draco blinked hard. “Ehm. Well. I’m not really sure what to say. You really didn’t know who it was?”

“No!” exclaimed Y/N. “If I had, I probably wouldn’t have been able to even point my wand at her. Jesus Christ.”

“It’s good that Flitwick had you leave,” said Draco. “The Bulgarians didn’t take your name, did they?”

“No.”

“So, no one will trace it back to you. The perfect crime. You never stop impressing me.”

She smiled at the praise, leaning into him. His chest was warm and solid against her. How had everything turned for the best in a matter of weeks? She’d gone from a nervous, heartbroken, and jaded girl to a semi-accomplished dueler who had caught not only a serial killer but the heart of the boy that she’d wanted for years.

After Bellatrix’s capture, things changed for the better between Y/N and Draco. Instead of their midnight rendezvous, Draco would find excuses to snog her in empty classrooms or behind tapestries. They hadn’t made anything public—doing so would’ve been dangerous for Y/N—but she was happier than ever.

June came quickly, along with Y/N’s concerns for the future. Draco couldn’t go home. Ever since he’d failed to complete his task or offer any progress reports to his ex-master, it was clear that returning to his childhood home would be a repackaged death sentence. Y/N usually tried to avoid the subject, assuming that he planned on fleeing the country or joining his mum or something, but as fate would have it, they eventually had to broach the topic.

Draco had snuck her into his Slytherin dorm room by making liberal use of disillusionment spells. It was strange to be, really be, in his bed, watching fish dart by his window as his hand stroked up and down her ribs.

“I’m really glad this all worked out,” mused Y/N, keeping her eyes trained on his window. His body, curled behind hers, kept her from getting too cold in the dungeon air. “I can’t believe I got this lucky. I’m really going to miss you.”

His hand paused on her waist, and she felt him nuzzle her shoulder. “What do you mean?”

“I’m not going to see you for a whole summer,” she said, trying not to sniffle or do anything else equally as embarrassing. “And that’s under the assumption that you’re even coming back to Hogwarts.”

“Oh,” he said, exhaling a shaky laugh. “You don’t want to see me over the summer?”

She sat up, turning to give him a stern look. “Of course I want to see you. But aren’t you going to be in hiding or something?”

He shrugged. “I mean, yeah. I wasn’t planning on appearing in Wizarding society. But you live in the Muggle world over summer, right?”

She nodded.

“And on that note…” He cleared his throat, looking a little awkward. “I’ve meant to ask this for a while, but I don’t want you to feel any pressure to say yes. The last thing I want to do is intrude on your family over the summer. I’ve been thinking about that conversation we had before Yule in the corridor. You know how you said that I could stay with you over the break?”

Draco waited until she nodded to continue. “Did you really mean that? Or was that just a spur of the moment thing?”

“Of course I meant it,” said Y/N. “I’m sure my family would’ve been alright with it. And I would’ve wanted you there, too, of course.”

“Right,” he said. “I know that it’s poor etiquette to invite myself like this, but would you be willing to host me over the summer?”

Y/N gaped at him. “But your mother! Don’t you want to be with her?”

“She can’t tell me where she is in Canada over owls,” he explained. “She says it’s too risky to disclose that information, especially internationally. It could easily get into the wrong hands. I agree. I think it’d be best if I waited to come to her until after everything is settled and I know that we’ll both be safe.”

“So until after the war?”

He pressed his lips together. “Yeah. Probably.”

“Well, as far as I’m concerned, you can stay with me for however long you’d like,” she told him, reaching up to tap the top of his nose. The tension in his face was replaced with relief, then affection.

“I was worried you would say no,” he admitted.

“And why would I do that?” she asked, grinning madly. Her boyfriend was going to live with her for at least the summer. Why would she ever refuse something like that?

“I don’t know,” Draco said. His hands found her waist once again, and he leaned forward to kiss the corner of her mouth. “I know I’m asking quite a lot from you.”

“I’d do anything for you,” she said without hesitation. “I’m really glad you asked—oh!”

Something cold pressed into her bare waist—Draco’s ring. He was smirking at her as she tried to regain her breath.

“Something wrong?” he asked innocently, like he wasn’t dragging the cool metal from her waist down to her stomach, and then lower still. Then, leaning forward so his breath fanned over her neck: “I thought you liked my rings.”

For the first time since she could remember, she no longer dreaded the onset of her looming muggleborn summer.

final a/n: hi everyone :) thank you for coming along for the ride of this fun series! i'm not sure what i'm going to be writing next. it always feels so bizarre to finish up something like this. ik i keep sayign that (insert series name here) is going to be the last thing i write for this community but idk if i mean that...because it's sm fun to write these. thank you all for reading. i apologize if the end seems abrupt!

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cimmerian-chaos · 1 year

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A rant on stupid people's ideas about poverty:

We as a society really need to stop shaming people on benefits. "B-but people on benefits are going out and buying steak, and they have a nice phone and things!" Since you probably don't even know how benefits work beyond "people are getting free food that I'm paying for" (along with all kinds of other things) here's the 2019 benefit amount state averages, courtesy of the USDA. The national average is $239 a month for two people btw. Just let that sink in a little.

But let's talk about that steak, because that's what's important, right? On Walmart's site, cheapest price I can find for a pair of steaks is $17.97. 10 lb bag of russet potatoes is $5.97, that's the best price per unit. And you can stretch that for another meal or two. $2.74 for a 32-oz thing of frozen broccoli. Two medium russet potatoes are about a pound. So you're looking at $24 for this one meal. So what if someone on benefits can get themselves a nice steak dinner? We're all having to try to streach the rest of our meals across the week. You're lucky if you can get together a balanced meal, because the rest of them are going to be unbalanced. And only getting one, maybe two filling meals a day, if that. If there's a food pantry, that'll usually help a bit, depending on where you live and whatnot.

But when you're poor, you do your damndest to not look like it. You sit and rationalize everything that you do with your money. It's not easy to stay within your means, even if you keep an eye out for things like plasma donations, things that people who have money seem to consider beneath them or not worth the hassle. You might try to tuck money away in case of an emergency, but it's rarely enough. The rise of people turning to strangers online isn't a sign of "everybody's looking for a handout these days." It's a cry for help because they're out of options. The system is antiquidated and broken, and yet rather than making something better for everyone, you feel you deserve everything since you've made yourself a diligent bootlicker for a company for 20 years. It doesn't matter if we have nothing because you think "that'll never be me, because I have a plan for my life."

About that iPhone, or whatever nice thing someone who's poor might have. When you need something, it's a fact that you get what you pay for. Case in point, I bought what has to be the 100th crappy $30 keyboard and mouse combo, and started to save up my money, because I was tired of having them die left and right for well over a decade. So when the craptastic one predictably died a few months later, I bought myself a mechanical keyboard. I thought for a while about what I needed. It'll hopefully be the last keyboard I'll ever have to get. And yet, I beat myself up over it long after the money is gone, just because I have it. I haven't set up my macros because I couldn't figure out the web based configurator that even @dragongirlcock struggled with. ADHD plus memory loss means that I'm doing it with zero experience in coding in general, nvm QMK. And yet, the part of my brain that comes from a lifetime of poverty says to me, "Why did you even get this? It's so expensive! You're not using all the features right now. If you're not using it for every single thing that it's good for, then you're not really appreciating it. If you hadn't done this, then you'd have money for this other thing. You should be 'practical' (aka only spending money on adulting related things) "

All of this, all of these messages that are passed from society to poor people, who teach it to their kids, who often also are in poverty and with people becoming poorer all the time, we need to stop perpetuating the message that you only deserve nice things if you're middle class. Everyone deserves nice things that they enjoy.

#Zeta #rant #i spent way to long on this #not that anything in particular happened #I'm just sick of seeing it everywhere lately

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kosi-annec · 5 months

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[HAIKYUU!!] Season 2 episode 21

I just realized hinata tried to block that shit

OMG IT'S OUT, I THOUGHT THIS WAS GONNA CHANGE THE TIDE HOLY SHIT. That made me so fuckin nervous

LMAO i almost feel bad for oikawa. Don't worry, your bf's got u handled

"I bet he's gonna be pretty quick on his feet" no shit kage, did you not see wat he did last round??

Ofc mad dog respects iwa, he has to babysit the playboy child constantly lol. Honestly watching that interaction feels like a child picking favorites with his parents HSKSHK

COME ON ASAHI! Fuck- it's ok buddy! Shake it off!

Oh? Both 1st serves are out! Damn interesting start to 2nd set

Oh shit! MAD DOG'S PLAYING FR THIS TIME! wait why's he coming from the side- HOLY SHIT! I forget that you can actually technically play out of the court a lil as long as the ball doesn't drop

Shit seijo's taking the lead on this set... Lol yeah turnip-head, even I figured it out

Oh shit- A COLLISION! Mad dog's going to be the cause of one of these guys going to the nurse i swear

HHHH come on crows, ya gotta get a point. Oh, well, we take those ig lol

FU- THEY FELL FOR IT SHIT! His hunger to hit the ball is so strong he make a good decoy... Almost like hinata

"how about we make those fangs of yours even sharper" uh oh, oikawa's in scheming mode now

OMG FINALLY THEY GOT A POINT!

LMAO everyone's reactions, they're all wondering just wtf is up with this tennis ball head dude

Fuck another sharp spike- oh nvm then

If noya's having trouble with receiving a spike like that, then you know it's strong af

Ya know i noticed that a lot of the points karasuno's getting are mostly from aoba johsai messing up, which is ok we take those, but I wanna see my crows make their own points

LET'S GO NOYA! Fu- oikawa's being smart nooo. God, oikawa such a good setter and just an overall strategist

13-11 jesus why tf are they so close, it's giving me anxiety

Damn i don't understand a single thing about these hand signals they be doing, but i think its just neat

OMG ARE THEY GONNA DO IT?! BACKROW ATTACK!? HELL YEAH- FUCK, NO! Goddammit oikawa stop being so smart

Oh?? Coach watcha planning? Gonna try having 2 setters on the field?

... I still don't get it even with the exposition hsksh, not smart enough to understand big words. All i got, was that Suga's gonna help take the win, and I'm here for it

Uh oh, oikawa's eyes are serious-serious, this serve's actually gonna land this time. OK NEVERMIND IT WAS OUT, but it's getting better and better and I don't like that

AAA THAT WAS CLOSE! YES TANAKA! Another point!

GSAP OMG, DOUBLE SETTERS IN PLAY, I'm so curious how this is gonna go

OOOH SUGA YOU SMART MOTHERFUCKER! LET'S FUCKING GO!! Keep it going! Don't let mad dog up!

OMG OMG SETTER SWITCH, SETTER SWITCH! HELL YEAH KAGEYAMA, NICE KILL!!

Ok but, hinata just being there in the background between the setter stare off is just hilarious LMAO

Ah shit, ofc that tactic wasn't gonna work for long. Nooo, Suga's gone now, but he made such a good impact for the time he was there

Ya now, I'm starting to recognize the reused animations for certain scenes, like oikawa setting or a ball getting received. Not complaining, it's to be expected

HHHHH fuck karasuno needs a good clutch rn, but idk what other strategy or weapon they could use

Fuck! It's ok hinata, even I fell for it

HOLY SHIT THE SERVING ANIMATION WTF

HHHH oh fuck, how the hell is karasuno gonna win this set...

GSAP OMG OMG, YAMA'S GONNA PLAY, AND HE LOOKS CONFIDENT TOO AAAA

#sharing my brain juice #fandom talks #acessment #haikyuu!!

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buckyownsmylife · 3 years

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fuckboy - chapter v

The one where Chris only wanted to fuck you and you were alright with that.

Chris never promised anything more than what he had to offer: a release - and a good one at that. Recently widowed and new to Hollywood, you're eager to learn how to live the single life with the help of such a talented teacher. What happens when Chris is the one to start expecting more from the relationship than you are prepared to offer?

for general warnings and author’s notes, please go to the fic’s masterlist.

A/N: please go check the masterlist for new warnings!

Y/N’s P.O.V.

I didn’t see Chris for the rest of the evening. Thankfully, my friends - the ones who had originally invited me to the party - were the first people I ran into after I was able to gather myself, so I didn’t have to stay completely alone for long.

In the sea of people and with the loud music booming, I was able to let go and catch up with acquaintances I hadn’t seen in a while. Once I closed the door to my apartment and the silent house greeted me, however, the events of earlier in the evening were all I could think about.

What the hell had happened?

I wasn’t stupid enough to think that the quick fuck Chris and I had shared meant anything more than what it was, especially considering how quickly he scrambled off and left me to myself. But I also didn’t feel used, empty or… disappointed, really.

I was actually kind of… excited? This “quick fuck” opened up a whole world of possibilities for me. There wasn’t any anticipation anymore. I felt free to actually give casual dating a try.

I almost wanted to text Chris and thank him for making it such an easy-going experience. Of course, when he did text me, two days later, it was precisely to check and see if my response to our little rendez-vous had been what he was expecting.

You gonna tell me about that fanfiction?

Was it anything like that?

The only possible answer I could offer him came in the form of a 🤐.

His answer was a laughing emoji and after that, it took him a while to text me again. When he did, he acted like nothing had happened, and we ended up talking about a movie that had been released during the week and that we had both rushed to see.

He didn’t make any move towards deepening whatever it was that we had shared into something more, and he didn’t ask to meet me again. That was, of course, until one night, when I got a text at 3AM that read nothing more than:

u up?

Once more, I’d been awaken by the damn beeping I’d forgotten to silence. Upon seeing the three letters I’d been granted with and checking the time, I bit down on my lower lip, contemplating what to do.

Whatever I chose would set a precedent, I was aware. I was also aware of the fact that he’d seen the little indication that I’d read his message by now. I knew I wouldn’t mind sleeping with him again but I also didn’t want him to feel like I’d always be available whenever he’d call.

So I settled on an answer, knowing he’d most likely send a “nvm” if I didn’t send anything back quickly.

Not for long, Evans.

Make sure you drink some water before you go to bed (with or without someone else).

I never got an answer, but it didn’t take long for us to meet again. Of course, it was at another party. This time, when I arrived, he was nowhere in sight and since he wasn’t the reason I’d attended the event in the first place (he wasn’t, I reassured myself), I didn’t really mind. I had friends to keep me company, and they kept me laughing and distracted. Inevitably, of course, I knew I’d end up bumping into him and that happened right when I was trying to find something to drink in the kitchen.

“Fancy seeing you here.” He smirked and winked as he made his way out of the room with a bottle of beer in his hand, but didn’t stop to chat. I just laughed and procured myself a Heineken before getting back to my group of friends, all memories of Chris erased by the time I excused myself from the conversation to go to the bathroom.

“Do you know where’s the toilet?” I asked my friend who gave me an apologetic smile. “Don’t worry, I’ll find it.” I waved off her offer to accompany me and ventured further into the house, eventually entering a hallway that had to have at least one bathroom, right?

I tried the first door to the right, but it was locked. The second one was actually a closet - I swear to God, I’d never understand the design of rich people’s houses. The third one opened easily and I was already feeling the relief of having found a bathroom when I stopped dead on my tracks, taking in the sight in front of me.

Chris was balls deep inside some random woman who rode him with all she had, holding her own breasts while he panted underneath her.

So… not a bathroom. Just another bedroom, very clearly occupied.

When Chris finally took notice of someone by the door, he only looked surprised for a second before it became a smirk. From my side, I could only laugh - thankfully the sounds were suffocated by the ones of the party and the girl who was still riding him didn’t notice anything that required her to look over her shoulder.

“Good luck with that,” I mouthed, exiting the bedroom as quietly as I could before I returned to my search for the missing bathroom. Seriously, what kind of person has these many bedrooms without a single toilet around?

Chris’ P.O.V.

I groaned as the image of the woman I was fucking assumed Y/N’s traits more clearly. Yes, I’d been thinking about her way before this stranger pulled me into the bedroom, but I wasn’t about to give up on certain pussy for someone I didn’t know would want me.

And a part of me was also trying to avoid her. This was the first time we’d be seeing each other after we fucked. It was important to establish straight away that whatever we shared had been casual and would continue to be in the future.

So I couldn’t very well give her the attention I craved to dedicate her. Not before I was sure she understood the nature of our non-relationship.

But much to my surprise, she showed me that evening that she perfectly captured it, all by herself. She did not exhibit one single trace of jealousy when she opened that door to find me fucking another woman - and the realization thrilled me.

So much so that I knew it’d be impossible for me to cum with this random person. Sighing, I flipped her onto the mattress so I could slip out from underneath her, swiftly getting out of bed and fixing myself into my jeans once more.

“Sorry,” was all I said to the outraged girl. I understood her exasperation and usually I’d stick around to at least get her off, but this time I had something in mind and it’d be much easier if I could catch that something while it was still alone.

It wasn’t hard to locate her. Logically, I knew she’d be in the nearest toilet so I patiently waited by the door until she unlocked it and opened it, body ready to slip out of the tiny room until I shoved her back into it and slipped inside, locking the bathroom behind me.

I didn’t want to be interrupted.

“Chris!” She exclaimed, surprised. I saw that surprise turn into confusion, her eyebrows that had risen up suddenly sunken into a frown as she looked me up and down.

“Shouldn’t you be inside some random girl right now?” Chuckling, I pushed her against the wall, caging her in much like I had done that night against the tree.

“You’re going to make me think that you’re jealous, babe.” I knew she wasn’t - that was the entire reason why I was here, but I couldn’t waste a perfectly good opportunity to tease her and the way she rolled her eyes showed me I was in the right track. “I needed to make sure you weren’t mistaking what this little arrangement means.”

She gasped when my hands found their way between her legs, easily bunching up her dress to have easier access to her pussy. “Look at this… You’re already wet. Seeing someone else on top of me got to you this bad, darling?”

She turned her head to the side, not willing to give me an answer, but that was alright. I didn’t need one. “That’s good, you know why?” Leaning closer, I spoke the next words right by her ear. “I’ll keep fucking as many girls as I like and still, you’ll let me fuck this pretty little cunt, won’t you?”

Her face was hidden against my shoulder, wetness dripping down my palm as I slipped two fingers inside of her - easily. “Yeah, you will… because you’re desperate for my cock, aching for it.”

Suddenly, she threw her head back, slamming it against the wall, but she didn’t complain. Instead, she took advantage of the movement to stare deep into my eyes, her hips moving back against my digits, trying to fuck herself on them.

“Chris…” She whispered, and I took advantage of the opportunity to tut.

“No, not Chris, honey. We’re not friends.” That cute little frown appeared on her face again. It was so damn adorable. “Call me daddy when I’m making you cum.”

She gasped as I managed to rub against her sweet spot, eyes closing for a brief second before she agreed, “Fine. But we use condoms from now on.”

Grinning, I pulled away from her to fish for my wallet until I found the packet I kept on occasion, forcing myself to look relaxed through the pang of guilt that burned inside of me.

I hadn’t thought about that the last time and the idea of her having to buy Plan B by herself had me disappointed in myself.

There wasn’t anything I could do about it now, though - so I resorted to making sure I’d always have those around from now on, knowing I’d try to fuck her as much as possible, for as long as she’d let me.

The way she stared back at me as I put on the condom had me shuddering. When I approached her again, my hand immediately went to her neck, pressing her against the wall as I slid inside her tightness.

“Goddamn, you always look so pretty, babe,” I admired when she threw her head back again, satisfied gasp filling the bathroom upon feeling me inside of her. “I can’t help myself, it’s truly distracting.”

She chuckled, legs wrapped around me now, arms thrown over my shoulders as I started to thrust in and out of her. “I think the only way I would have been able to cum with her is if you had stayed, maybe sat in a chair by the corner, let me look at you while I railed her.”

A loud moan escaped her, igniting the fire in my lower belly when I realized she liked this borderline degrading monologue. “Oh, fuck,” I cursed, taking advantage of her closed eyes to watch over every single one of her reactions without the fear of her reading too much into it. “I can’t get over the little sounds you make… You’re so fucking sensitive.”

Y/N’s P.O.V.

Every word from his lips added to the fire in my veins. The mixture of praise and humiliation somehow hit just right, even if I felt like I should be ashamed about the reaction it sparked in me.

“You know, I fucked her first, but she really can’t compare.” All I could do was stare as he railed me against the wall, one hand over my throat while he groaned with the feeling of my tight walls squeezing him, trying to keep him in. “You like when I remind you that you’re just some random pussy to me, huh?” He chuckled, and I tried to turn my head to the side so I wouldn’t just so easily give in to him and the way he wanted to treat me - even if it was abundantly clear that I did like it.

“You can’t hide it from me, darling.” He licked a stripe over my cheek, making me gasp in surprise. “I can see right through you.”

God, this was so fucked up. The burning feeling of embarrassment only seemed to get me going though, and I choked on my own spit as he squeezed my throat again, silently ordering me to connect our gazes once more.

“You like knowing I was balls deep in someone else…” He panted, thighs slapping against the back of mine with the force of his thrusts. “And you love it even more when you think of how I’ll leave you in this bathroom all alone once I’m done with you, only to go find someone else I can shove my cock into.”

It was official. The humiliation of being used in such a way - so openly, so unapologetically - really got me off and I didn’t have the brain power to analyze why, not while his cock was slipping in and out of me, stretching me to the point of insanity.

All I knew was that every degrading word that fell from his lips brought me closer and closer to a powerful release, aided by the way he yanked me by my hair so I’d dip my head back to welcome his bites on my neck more easily.

“I mean…” he whispered against my skin, as if we were having an ordinary conversation and he wasn’t brutally fucking me in a stranger’s bathroom while talking about fucking someone else. “She was tight and all, but this pussy?” He groaned like he couldn’t find a proper adjective for it. “I love it, darling. And you should feel very proud about it, you know why?”

He waited for me to ask why, smirking like a motherfucker when it came out like a broken moan.

“Because I couldn’t care less about you. At least, with a pussy like this, you manage to gather some of my sympathy, huh?” That was all it took for my body to convulse, pussy clenching around him and milking his orgasm.

“Goddamn!” He groaned, punching the wall next to my face as his legs faltered for just a second, but he still managed to keep us both upright, his other hand holding me to him by the flesh of my ass.

His eyes were lustful when he watched me struggle to catch my breath, cock still buried deep inside of me while he massaged my cheek.

“I hope you understand that I mean this in the least romantic way possible…” He commented, needing to pause to take a deep breath. “I don’t think I’ll be able to stop fucking you.”

He let me go after that, carefully settling me on my own too feet before adjusting himself and opening the door to leave me where he found me - just like he said he would. But he stopped and looked over his shoulder one last time, smirking at the state he was leaving me in.

“Next time, I’ll have my head between your legs,” he warned me, throwing me a wink. “Hope you’re ready for that.”

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malleux · 4 years

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Hey I have a request for corpse! I think during either his q&a livestream from a few years back or the one from last year he said he’s bad at cooking and I would therefore like to request the reader coming over to his place as like a ‘meal prepper’ who cooks like all kinds of meals for him and one time he invited her to stay for dinner? Idk if it’s too complicated lmao but I’m just really feeling some fluff rn

dinner. | corpse husband

-> Pairing: Corpse Husband x GN!Reader

-> Genre: Fluff, Crack

-> Warnings: Cursing

-> A/N: hi anon, i accidentally deviated from the request just a little bit, so i’m sorry! i hope it’s still okay!

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“Corpse, you’ve got to be kidding me.”

“I’m sorry! I really thought I had it this time.”

You walked into the small kitchen in Corpse’s apartment, looking haphazardly at the… creation in his cake pan. The inside of the cake looked something akin to a pudding, making you cringe.

“Did- did you cook it long enough?”

“Yeah? It said like 35 minutes. I did everything right, I thought.” Corpse’s tone became dejected and you knew he was beating himself up for messing up.

“You used the right amount of water?” You asked. He nodded. “Two eggs?” Another nod. “What size eggs?”

He shrugged. “Whatever you bought me in the fridge.”

You suddenly laughed out loud, making Corpse quirk an eyebrow. “Those are extra large eggs, so that you have more when you make them for breakfast, silly. The recipe needs regular sized eggs, that’s why it’s all weird inside.”

He didn’t say much, instead looking down at the tile floor. You felt bad for laughing, but you couldn’t help it. He truly was trying his hardest despite knowing that he wasn’t the best chef in the world. You stepped forward and placed a hand on his cheek, making him look at you. You pretended not to see the blush on his cheeks and fought to keep your own at bay.

“Tell you what. Tonight, I’ll come over and teach you how to cook my favorite dish. We can hang out and eat together, too. How does that sound?”

Corpse only leaned his cheek into your hand and nodded.

A few hours later, Corpse opened his apartment door, letting you in and helping you with the large bag of ingredients that you had brought with you from your own apartment down the hall.

He grabbed a large pack of uncooked chicken from the bag and looked at you questionably, but you just beamed up at him.

“Chicken parm!”

“So we’re cooking fancy shit, huh? Didn’t take you to be the high maintenance type.” Corpse teased.

You slapped him on the shoulder and he had a supress the small shiver that ran up his spine at the touch. “You know I love cooking- of course I’m gonna know some decent dishes. You just never eat anything other than takeout, but once you get a taste of my cooking you’ll never go back.”

“That or I’ll die from how bad it is.” You gave him a look. “Kidding. What do I need to do?”

You thought for a moment. “Coat the chicken in flour, then in egg, and then coat it in the crumbs I’m about to pull out. Sounds easy enough, right?”

Corpse nodded and got the supplies out, filling a bowl with flour while you pulled out a pan and began heating up the stove. He grabbed one of the chicken breasts and examined it for a minute before putting it in front of his upper lip and turning to you with a childish grin.

“I’ve got a moustache.”

“Corpse!” You snorted, covering your mouth to hide a laugh, “Get that away from your face! You’re gonna get salmon vanilla.”

“Salmon- what? Fucking salmonella? Say it right, you dunce.” Corpse laughed.

“You say it right! I don't want you to get Sam and Ella!”

Corpse was nearly crying at this point, doubling over from laughing as you threw your head back in another cackle. He could barely catch his breath as he grabbed a small bit of unused flour and flicked it in your face, giggling out a small “shut up!”

You gasped, suddenly feeling the powder cover your face and Corpse stood up straight, ready to apologize if he’d upset you.

Instead, you grabbed a handful of the flour and tossed it on him, running away laughing as he processed the white powder now adorning his black shirt before smiling and taking off after you.

“No! No, let me go, I’m sorry!” You cried out as he caught up to you, wrapping his arms around you from behind and hoisting you up to bring you back into the kitchen. “Give me your shirt, I’ll wash it! I promise!”

Corpse smirked, still holding onto you as you struggled in his grasp. “You want me to take my shirt off?”

You flushed, realizing what you’d said. “No- oh my God- Please! Put me down and we can finish the chicken permission!”

He laughed again, “Only if you promise to start saying words right.”

“Okay! I promise!”

Corpse set you down gently and you both stayed silent, taking a moment to catch your breaths and soothe the ache in your cheeks from smiling so much. It seemed like every time you were in Corpse’s presence, you were smiling. You were the happiest when you were with him and you certainly weren’t complaining about it.

The rest of the dinner preparation went without a hitch, despite Corpse’s nervousness about messing something up. You watched him out of the corner of your eye often, checking on him and making sure he was okay. Not once did he mess up. You were proud and made sure to tell him often.

Finally, the dish was finished and plated. Flour covered most of the kitchen, but the dinner was complete and looked delicious. You couldn’t wait to chow down.

“You’re- you’re staying for dinner, right?” Corpse looked back at you as he headed to his couch to sit down

“No, I was going to simply leave.” You responded sarcastically.

He rolled his eyes, holding back a grin as you grabbed your own plate and followed him to the living room. You both ate your first bites of chicken at the same time, Corpse watching you for your reaction.

“It’s perfect!” You exclaimed, “At this rate, you’re gonna be like that chef off of Ratatoodie. What’s his name? Linguine?”

Corpse let out an incredulous breath at your purposefully awful pronunciation. “Shut the fuck up, oh my God.” He joked.

You laughed and leaned your head against his shoulder. “For real, though, it’s amazing. You did amazingly and I’m super proud of you.”

Corpse stayed silent, only reaching an arm around you and squeezing your shoulders as he scrolled through Netflix to find a movie to watch with your dinner before finally speaking up.

“If I’m Linguine, then you’re the little rat helping me out and supporting me behind the scenes.”

“Aw, Corpse- wait, did you just call me a rat?”

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cooloddball · 3 years

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JIB9 (JIBCON, 2018) ANYALYSIS-PART 1

I never know how to begin these things so let’s just dive in.

Jensen and Misha enter the stage as Alex is leaving. Jensen commends Alex and Misha whistles and Jensen says don’t hurt my ears or something. And so it begin. Misha says he regretted it [whistling] immediately.

I’m hard of hearing you know why because I whistled. This joke didn’t land Misha. Sorry.

Jensen says “Hey” like he wants to say something to the audience but Misha does this weird thing where he runs his index finger down his nose and touches his chin.

I think this was Misha trying to communicate his disappointment that Jensen didn’t get the joke. He wanted him to get the joke. Misha e tries to find his seat so he could sit but Jensen catches on that Misha needs him so he says, “Hey what? I’m sorry I didn’t hear you.” Aww :)

Misha leans his ear closer to Jensen and says, and Jensen leans even closer and they have this back and forth banter about not hearing what the other is saying.

To mention something personal, I am usually very uncomfortable when people lean into me, I like my personal space unless it’s someone I’m really close to and even then not always will be with them getting up close and personal.. They seem okay with it so good for them I guess. Personal space who?

“I don’t understand your accent” Misha says. I don’t know if this is an inside joke because Jensen says “shut up,” playfully and they sit down.

Jensen applauds Alex and Misha whistles again and Jensen has to look away faux disappointed because they just talked about whistling. Misha!!! Stop being naughty.

Jensen even rubs his ears to show that he can’t hear properly. LOL.

That’s like super loud dude.

I actually find it really weird when Misha and Jensen call each other dude. It sounds unnatural because Jensen often calls other men-pal, bud, or man and Misha usually uses people’s names or says my friend so and so. So maybe this is what they call each other? I know when I talk to my bf or my friends I call them dude (gn) especially when I’m shocked about something. So, it’s not a biggie. Just noting this because they do this a lot with each other.

Misha does this super cute shoulder shrug with the biggest grin on his face. How can a grown ass man be that adorable. I don’t know how he does it but well he did it and it’s adorable. No wonder Jensen wants to put him in his pocket and take him home.

“I’m compensating.” And he looks at Jensen with this shit eating grin on his face as if challenging him and it’s like Jensen looks like he can’t breathe for a second it was literally three seconds.

“[compensating] For a lot of things that’s wow.” Jensen says. Misha keeps grinning. Of course Jensen would know what Misha is compensating for wouldn’t he?

Should we talk about Alex?” Jensen asks looking at Misha.

Loudly “Yeah.”

“No I don’t think so.”

What did you ask how was the pantheon?

Jesus I love their madness. They play off each other so well.

They say they are working on teaching alex to talk about inappropriate things. Side note: It’s funny though because Alex looks like their love child. He looks like Misha, and to some extent Jensen, his hair, sense of style and even the way he carries himself is all Jensen. So weird. What if –What if---nvm.

Jensen mentions he remembers his first season of spn. Misha looks at Jensen and says no you don’t [remember] and Jensen agrees that he doesn’t. Yes finish each other’s sentences why don’t you? He says he doesn’t remember that far back and Misha has this far away look as if he is trying to remember something and starts laughing and Jensen has this smirk on his face. IDK what is going on but these are moments I wish I could read minds.

The way Jensen is looking at Misha though.

So Misha mentions how Jared pranked Alex during the tattoo scene of s13x02. The moment Misha mentions Jared, Jensen stops smiling.

Knowing what we know now about the fallout I want to mention something. When Misha talks about Jared and his prank on Alex Jensen doesn’t seem too enthusiastic about that. Hmm and he circles back to talk about Alex then he calls Jared a toddler? But Misha makes it sound like Jensen was referring to Alex by saying easy prey .

Misha shows the face Alex makes when they are on set together because of the pranks and the jokes.

Jensen adds, “Do you know how many times I’ve seen you do that?”+ Jensen is so excited. I mean anyone who says this is PR then they are crazy. You can’t fake emotions like that no matter how good of an actor you are.

‘The way Jensen calls Misha ‘this one’ It sounds so couply. Like when one half of a couple says, “this one is always a crying mess when we watch the notebook” or something akin to that. Any that’s just how I interpreted it, I could be wrong.

And this is how Misha is looking at Jensen when he says “this one”

That moment when Misha touches the back of Jensen’s neck and Jensen touches his thigh and they think it’s too gay because because Jensen acts like he just touched dirt and Misha brushes off his thigh and smells it. Now that’s acting.

Jensen checks Misha out (he specifically looks at Misha’s arms) and then asks “how’re you doing bud?”

Misha says good and that cringe moment about clothes sharing starts and oh I can’t look…okay I had to look because cringe. But the way Jensen is looking at Misha is giving me the courage to and also I had to for the sake of this analysis I had to look.

“This morning Jensen was like, ‘hey, here’s that shirt you wanna borrow that shirt to wear to the convention today and I was like ‘no dude I’m not wearing your shirt to the convention to the convention’ and he’s [Jensen] like don’t worry it still has tags on it it’s fine. And I’m like no thanks , I’m not gonna wear your fucking shirt to the convention. And then at lunch I spilled salad dressing all over my shirt like sweet so thanks for the shirt.”

The whole time Misha is telling the story he’s not looking at Jensen he’s looking at the crowd. Jensen on the other hand is checking Misha out while biting his bottom lip. There’s a lot to unpack here.

Jensen: ‘I knew. Umm..”

Misha: “You are like Misha didn’t bring his bib today so…”

Jensen: “He didn’t bring his bib? We are probably having you know some pretty----no I was literally have a shirt that I brought that…cause I try to wear something new for every time there are pictures being taken of me just cause that’s the culture we live in now…”

Interrupting moose enters.

*I will do a comprehensive analysis on the clothes sharing confessions, lies and half truths in another post. Boy (gn) do I have tea.”

I think when Jared is giving Jensen the balloons Jensen asks him if Daniela or someone else sent him to join them but I think he came of his own volition.

Jared is asking Jensen to untie a balloon for him but Jensen doesn’t look too thrilled

Misha must’ve noticed the tension between those two so he asks, “how good a knot did you tie?”

Jensen’s like, “You know what? I tie a knot that a professional knows how to tie.” Okay kinky, tell us more about knots Jensen. (Sorry for this but knowing the A/B/O or rather the Omegaverse was started because of Jensen and now he’s talking about tying a knot and…you know what nvm)

Misha pretends that what Jensen is saying is sus so he and Jared have a back and forth wondering what Jensen is talking about as Jensen unties the balloons. Yeah sure Misha like he hasn’t tied …you know what? This is getting uncomfortable even for me. Can we move on?

But Jensen won’t let me move on because he’s like, “seriously that’s how you tie a knot.” Of course you’d know sir

Jared adds, “Or it’s not” can someone shut this man up, please.

Jensen doesn’t like his friend’s joke and he has something to say about it, “Did he have to join us?” Was this a joke? Was it serious? Who knows but recent events seem to suggest that he might’ve been serious but made it look like a joke.

Jared asks for one balloon and Misha tries to reach for one but Jensen keeps pulling them away so Misha can’t reach. This is so playful and adorable. Misha snags one finally then gives it to Jared. One flies away and he tries to reach for it but he’s not tall enough.

“Do you want some help?” Jared asks and laughs then Misha gives him the finger.

Jensen gets grumpy after Daniela brings Misha a colourless balloon so he hits it with his microphone then he hits his and sits on it and pops it. Fuck that was hot for some weird reason. I could watch him pop balloons all day.

Misha and Jared’s reaction when Jensen sits on the balloon.

Misha tries Miserably to pop his, Jared can’t look, Jensen is still grumpy but the more Misha struggles the happier Jensen gets and he even manages a smile.

This was hilarious though. Their face journeys.

Jared brings a watermelon and gives it to Misha but Jensen slaps it out of his hands and shows he doesn’t want him to do it from the way he’s waving his hand.

The only thing Jensen wants Misha to wrap his legs around is his waist, or his neck or shoulders or whatever. I don’t know which method of wrestling they prefer, I’m not a professional wrestler I mean I’ve watched WWE a few times but-

Jensen seems happy, I don’t know what Misha says to him before he sits but Jensen seems okay until…

Jared hands Misha the pink balloon holder and says, “You gonna want this for later,”

Misha doesn’t look too happy about it either but he’s always a good sport. Poor guy, so he plays a long and looks at the holder which interestingly is pink and phallic. I know Jared was joking and yeah the joke wasn’t that funny but Jensen is super pissed because he asks, “Is he?” looking at the balloon holder.

Jesus Jensen wtf? But I honestly understand him, I mean why would Misha need that weird cheap plastic thing when there was the real thing waiting someone in a pair of Levis.

Jensen says, “well… some parts of this” I can’t quite make out what he says.

Misha tries to make it a light moment by saying it looks like something horrible happened and that gets Jensen to laugh and then Misha bends over to uh..to drop the melon and the phallic object and Jensen’s eyes shoot right down the citrusy-juicy stone fruit goodness. He catches himself looks away and then looks at the crowd while chewing on his bottom lip.

Okay sexual jokes are fun but not every time Jared. I mean c’mon, not everything is a gay sex joke. This is the one thing that sells him out as a straight dude. He makes way too many gay sex jokes it’s not even funny.

They have this weird back and forth about Jared having some notes. Argh. It’s weird. It’s like they are fighting. You see how girls fight and act like like they aren’t fighting but you can sense the seething anger in the undertones of their voices? That’s the vibe I get here. Even Misha is confused because he keeps looking between the two wondering why notes are so important of a discussion that warrants a back and forth. Or maybe it’s just me. IDK.

Misha has to jump in and save the day “He’s [Jared] is just looking through for pictures] Misha explaining to Jensen why Jared has to read the script forty times while Jensen only reads it once. WTF is going on boys? You were doing so well before and now things seem totally awkward *cough*fallout*cough*

Jensen looks totally done like he wants to be anywhere but here, seriously look at him.

It gets so awkward so much so that Misha has to prompt a fan to ask a question. As I said earlier, no one is such a great actor to fake emotions. Jensen keeps proving my theory. Something was going on with j/2 that day and no matter how hard they tried to mask it, it came out and it wasn’t pretty. Then again, maybe it’s just me and nothing was going on.

A fan asks how they like stories to end and before he can answer, Misha quickly glances at Jensen then goes ahead and explains how he likes the story to leave him on a cliffhanger.

Misha has barely finished talking before Jensen chimes in with a “I Do NOT!” Look at Jared’s and Misha’s faces. Something was clearly going on and I think it had something to do with the show because Jensen didn’t seem okay since Jared came on stage. He says how he wants a finality to things otherwise jerks. They were clearly talking about the show, Jensen, for a good actor you are acting really weird. It is about the show because he says, “we are just dead” Something very weird was going on. Maybe at this time they already had had their meeting with TPTB in LA and he was told to take it or leave it and Jared and Kripke didn’t even hear him out. My poor baby, Do all the spin offs King and you should star in all of them like you deserve.

He even says that spn dying is not a finality. He looks super pissed. What did these people (Jared and tptb) do to him? They broke him. He was doing so well.

Luckily a fan asks them if they can dance so Jensen goes to the wheel and Misha gets up. I think he knows Jensen is angry and he has to try to make his man happy the best way he can. Jared is suffering from second hand embarrassment as am I. Jared can’t look, same Jared this is so cringe. But Jensen can’t help himself, as he is coming back from spinning the wheel he checks out Misha’s citrusy-juicy goodness again 🍑

Misha please stop. I love you but this is embarrassing. Okay so let me look at Jensen instead. He looks like those gentlemen waiting for the debutantes at a debutante ball because of the way he’s standing looking at Misha dance. Subtle sir. Very subtle. I mean if my friend was dancing like that I’d be laughing at them not watching longingly. Just saying, but that’s just me.

The way Misha looks at Jensen and starts rolling his hips. Sirs, can you not do your mating dance in public? There are children in the audience.

Even the way Jensen cues in the music so he can dance looks like he’s in the Victorian era asking the music master to play the song he asked to be cued in so he could dance with his sweetheart or something. Am I going crazy? I’m going crazy.

The whole dancing scene was just cringe.

Mish explaining what Castiel does when the boys go to sleep

Hold on, when Jensen asks what Castiel does when the Sam and Dean are asleep in their respective bedrooms, he made sure to emphasize respective bedrooms and we all know the reason why. Stay speaking facts king.

Anyway, when he asks Misha to demonstrate for us what Cas does, did he expect that Cas stands there peeping into Dean’s room and wanks or what did he expect? Honestly I’m just curious, what did he want Misha to demonstrate exactly.

Then he gets up to demonstrate it himself .

When Misha says that the episode will be called ‘I’ll just wait here ten” Jensen unicorn laughs and when he realizes he was laughing to hard at Misha’s joke he says, ”I don’t get it.” Yeah sure Jensen it was clear from how hard you laughing to the point where we could see your tonsils that you didn’t get it. Good one. Misha maintains a serious face and even shakes his head.

A fan asks Misha what Castiel would have in his room. Misha says just a bunch of catnip. I don’t know what is so funny again that it warrants Jensen to hide his face because he’s trying not to laugh too hard. Does the word catnip or Cas being a cat mean something to you? Is it because Misha is cute like a kitten? Do love to rub his tum and hear him purr? Does he rub his nose along your beard like a cat would? What is so funny?

Then Jensen adds, “and kitty litter.” So adorable. I want in on the inside joke.

Misha says that he would have a poster of a cat hanging from a tree that says, “Hey it’s Monday” and Jensen laughs so hard. Then Jensen makes sure to add, “he has that poster in his trailer.” How do you know?

Why are these two dorks so happy about the mention of AU Cas?

Then the way Jensen is excited about asking Misha for a demonstration of AU Cas

WTF am I watching? Help. But the eye fuck and the way the laugh.

Look how hard Jensen is laughing when Misha says what went through his head is that “they met at a club.” Pray for Jensen. He needs help. Serious help because no one is ever that funny all the time Jensen.

You can see how Jensen’s mood changed after Jared said that is the best acting he has ever seen Misha do. Jared seriously read the room. That part of the video has been discussed before so I won’t get into that.

The way Jensen’s eyes widen when Jared says Misha really wants to answer the who is your rock question. It is subtle but it happens. He also raises his eyebrows as if to say “really? leave my husband alone.”

Okay did Jared expect Misha to say Jensen was his rock or??

Jensen is acting weird through Misha’s answer. He’s mostly stoic, like he’s holding his breath? Can I also mention how handsome Misha looks? But I like Misha’s answer and it’s so beautiful that he married his best friend. Everyone who wants to get married should marry their best friend. What do I know though? Marriage is a foreign concept to me.

Jensen asks how many mothers there are in the audience.

Jared carries on with “how many of us have mothers?

Misha: That’s quite an impressive turn out. So many people didn’t raise their hands.

“They are like no I was genetically engineered in a lab.” Okay hear me out. Jensen knows what you know who believe that his kids and Jared’s kids were made in a lab because they couldn’t stand to copulate with their wives because of how much they hate them because Jared is his on true love. If you didn’t know this I’m sorry to divulge this disgusting piece of information to you but you can’t unsee it now so you are welcome. I swear I think this was a jab at them, no one can convince me otherwise.

Even Jared and Misha’s reaction to that is pretty telling. Then Jensen adds “And some of you probably were” I think he means those soulless fans who send their wives and kids threats and also hate on Misha every chance they get. Go off king.

He talks about how his wife is also his rock aww Jensen

Remember how Jensen was being weird during Misha’s answer? Misha is being weird as well, mostly stoic and looking at a fixed spot on the ground. I want to know what was so interesting.

Oh that micro expression from Jared, his right eye widens the moment Jensen says “I have some amazing pebbles in my life.” Did he think Jensen was going to out himself? He was like oh shit oh sit it’s happening.

The glee on Misha’s face when when Jensen calls him a pebble aww Jensen.

I know what I’m about to say is controversial but I think that by pebbles Jensen meant Misha. It doesn’t make sense that he was comparing his wife and his friends. The only person he would relate his wife to is his husband. I know this sounds crazy and people will definitely not be happy about this but that’s my opinion.I I know he loves Jared and he is his bro for life so if he was referring to them both wouldn’t he have pointed to them both?

Jared talks about how sometimes he doesn’t want to burden the people he really loves with what’s on his mind all the time and Jensen points to himself in a very aggressive way. Jesus Jensen way to be subtle. Fuck. Also Jensen nods vigorously when Jared says look for your pebbles because sometimes pebbles are what you need to get back to your rock.

It’s time to sing a hbd song and when Misha asks Jared “did you volunteer for this?” That’s when Jensen places his hand on Misha’s knee and says “I got it” He’s like, babe seriously? You are gonna ask Jared to sing when you know I got the voice for it? Seriously? I’m right here babe. I sing to you every night and you gonna do me like this? I got this and you are mine.

He caresses that leg and gets very comfortable on it, draping his arm from the elbow down on it. Possessive much? It’s clearly not the first time he has parched on that leg. The hand was on that leg for 1 minute and 15 seconds. Yes, I counted.

The intimate way in which Jensen and Misha they are seated is so awkward that Jared scoots away from them.

Damn, son. Jensen’s vocals are out of this world. So good.

Jesus Jared “Deeper, deeper feel it” Is that what they were screaming through the hotel walls last night? Tell us more.

Misha is so uncomfortable and Jensen is so done.

So overall this part was basically cockles being cockles, Jensen being possessive of Misha, Jared being Jared, Jensen being done, the girls are fighting and Misha is the referee.

That’s the end of part 1.

Part 2

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hopefullystillatheatrestudent · 3 years

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The One Where Jensen Ackles Confirmed Cockles in 2016(????) No. Seriously. For real.

this is a DOOZY. strap in folks.

DISCLAIMER: this is chock full of rps. if you are against cockles/jenmish in any way, this post is not for you. however, if you’re like me, ummmmm...

alright. so. we are REALLY in it now, cockles truthers. and make no mistake, i DO NOT want to undersell the significance of what we have found on this glorious day in 2021.

BUT HEY! DISCLAIMER FIRST, THOUGH IT SHOULD GO WITHOUT SAYING! do not EVER bring this to jensen and misha’s attention. do not comment disrespectful things on social media. when cons/panels start again, don’t ask them questions about it. ever!!! that’s super weird, for one thing, and for two, they won’t give you the answer you want anyway! so, yeah. just be decent, y’all. let’s continue.

so my dear mutual @green-blue-heller made this post today and i promptly lost my mind. in it, they link this video:

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as far as i can tell, it’s from VegasCon 2016 but was only unprivated on january 24, 2020(dean winchester’s birthday??? wow ok) for some reason, and we have overlooked it until now. to whoever it was that posted it, THANK you for my reason for being and this delayed gratification five years later. anyway, let’s get into it.

right off the bat, those expressions in the thumbnail kind of tell you all you need to know about what we’re venturing into. i have to thank BOTH jensen AND j*red for being ridiculously transparent. i mean...j*red purposefully avoiding eye contact with jensen and looking at the ceiling with his eyebrows raised sky high? jensen hiding his face in his hands, smiling and blushing like a fool, the misha face™ & grin???

so let’s break down what happens with timestamps and everything.

so! i looked up what the question was, i scoured through the entire Vegas Con video, and here it is:

‘My question is for Jensen and Jared. You guys are both happily married, and I noticed that many people had a hard time explaining how they know their significant other is the one. The one they want to spend the rest of their life with, the one that they want to be with, and so, I wanted to ask you guys, how did you know that your current- who you’re with now(audience laughter cuts the rest of the question off and it’s unintelligible)’ ….i’m solidly guessing that the end of that question boils down to ‘was the one’. (....i...uhhhh....have some thoughts on how this question affected jensen, and i will be going into them later.)

Jared: *laughs* Jared, Jensen. When did you first meet your future ex-wives?

*both of them laugh*

Jared: I’m just kidding-I get what you’re trying to say and thank you, um...I, uh, I guess my current wife, uh-

*both laugh again*

Jensen: (sarcastically) Let’s start with her.

Jared: (repeats) Let’s start with her. I, uh, I...you said something kinda, uh, amazing in your question, which is that a lot of people have a tough time or a difficult time explaining to their significant others or to themselves what it is. And I guess I feel that I have no way to possibly explain it to myself or to her... I remember that I had been in a relationship and that I was single and I was like ‘I am not interested in getting in a relationship’ and then she and I went on a date and I was like, ‘I can’t go anywhere else. I’m not interested.’ So, that was kinda what, um, what started it for me *clears throat loudly* Uh. Yeah, I just feel like (searching for words) she makes me a better person-there are a lot of people that make you a better person, and so that’s not enough, I don’t think-or maybe it is, who knows-um...I don’t know, I can’t really...if I could explain, I’d be a poet.

here’s where things start to get interesting. before jared says ‘If I could explain, I’d be a poet,’ Jensen’s face looks like this:

stoic, thoughtful, composed. and then AFTER jared says that his face makes THIS little journey:

go watch it for yourself. this man is ridiculous. in terms of body language? he gazes up and AWAY from jared. it is a private thought, he is not sharing in jared’s joke with him, if at all. it is his own personal musings that make his face LIGHT up like that. this fool looks lovestruck!!! this fool is lovestruck!!!

now, i think it goes without saying, but there is an obvious cockles reason that springs to mind for this reaction. (hint: misha is a poet. that’s it, that’s the reason.) i don’t think jared intentionally said this with misha in mind, but jensen’s thoughts IMMEDIATELY went there. whether or not this is because he was already planning on answering and hinting at his relationship with misha before jared says this, which i think he was-you can certainly see the wheels turning in jensen’s head before this moment-his brain involuntarily makes the connection and it shows in his glowing smile. after that remark...jensen’s gone. he’s whipped. and he HAS to say something about it.

continuing from where we left off:

Jared: ...and I would love to be a poet. (thought it would be fun to mention that at this point Jensen catches what his face did and immediately looks over to Jared and WIPES the expression of his face...but it’s too late, because someone recorded it, i saw it, and now i’m writing about it five years later)

Jared: But uhh…

Jensen: (interrupting) Just tap me when you want me to take over.

i think that jensen is simultaneously joking and is also more than ready to say what he’s been composing in his head diligently for the last thirty or so seconds. he has made up his mind, and is now ready to drop the bomb on us.

*audience laughs, Jared playfully swats at him*

Jared: Uh… *thinks in silence for a bit* It’s really difficult, it’s really difficult. She makes me feel safe, she makes me feel loved. Uh...when...I’m in a position where I don’t love myself, I know she loves me, you know, um...she’s just an awesome, awesome lady.

*audience claps*

alright! so in terms of my OWN analysis for what’s happened up until this point, the conclusion i have come to is that there was something in the question that was asked that sets jensen’s mind off about misha, and i think it was the ‘the one’ comment. if we’re putting our cockles goggles on, jensen doesn’t HAVE a ‘the one’. he resents thinking like that. i’m also very intuitive, and i get a sense that jensen is an honest person and can’t really tell a convincing lie. i mean...we all saw that horrible airbnb debacle, right? and his slip up when he accidentally confirms that misha woke up and said ‘i miss (maison)’[which how would you know that unless you were...nvm] and became a stammering mess and had to sit down and cover his face. and that misha is always the one to take the lead when it comes to denying clothes sharing, for instance. jensen has never ONCE attempted to explain that away, because i don’t think anyone would believe him, and i think he’s incapable of doing so because he’s not a dishonest person and can’t lie easily. i’m the same way, so to avoid telling a lie i always speak partial truths, and i’m 99% sure jensen is well versed in this talent as well. oh, also, just to really land my point....we all know how he feels about the finale because he can’t make himself speak well on it. he’ll gush about 15x18 and the PEOPLE BEHIND the finale, but he has not uttered one. positive. word. about the actual finale itself. i mean, we all know what he thinks about it. in his own way, he has made his rage glaringly obvious. and i think he’s doing that exact thing here, where he resents the implication that daneel is the only ‘one’ for him, because that’s simply not true, and he can’t and won’t lie about something like that.

i watched it back again and wrote notes on jensen’s body language as he’s processing the question. here they are:

from 0:13 to 1:21, jensen:

looks down - tenses face - searching eyes, lost in thought - jared’s comment brings him out of it but it takes a second - fidgets, adjusts clothes, looks at jared - bites the inside of his cheeks and moves tongue around his mouth(pacifying gesture) - eyes start wandering away from jared, looks down and tenses face, looks back at jared - then looks away, eyes and mind far from the panel and pondering the question itself - somewhat wistful expression, gears clearly turning in his head, lips pursed, stops reacting to what jared is saying, fingers start fidgeting, eyes have moved downward as he is lost in thought - something shifts in his brain, he looks to the ceiling, fidgets and adjusts his clothing, squints and seems to resolve an inner thought - slightly comes back down to earth with newfound resolution - and then jared’s ‘i would be a poet’ comment happens while he’s coming down from that

i mean, this obviously doesn’t necessarily mean anything huge(yet), all it shows is that this question took a lot of thinking for him. when you compare it to how jared kind of just dove in?

anyway; so then jared’s done, he slaps jensen’s thigh to indicate it’s his turn, jensen makes THAT face you see in the thumbnail, jared’s eyebrows raise, jensen looks down and scratches his forehead, and then makes the statement of a lifetime.

here’s the link for this next part

Jensen: Ummm..I kind of feel like there’s two types of people ..uh..in regards to marriage and the, the one. Uh, it’s the ones that just, just know with an absolute and, and have a certainty of like, this is the one for me, unequivocally. And then there’s those who are, you know, I don’t know, I’m scared, but I’m willing to take that leap of faith with you. And, I kind of find myself in between both of those(...types of people). And uh, and so, it can be a scary endeavour, and it can, and it will certainly have it’s ups and downs, um, but I think it’s a, uh, it’s a bond, and it’s a connection, and it’s a friendship, and it’s a ride, and it’s a journey that, uh, if you’re willing to stick it out with one another, can be an amazing, beautiful thing and I’m glad that I picked the partner and the teammate that I have, so.

i’ll give you like a second to recuperate before we dig in.

let’s start with both jared and jensen’s body language first, because it wasn’t even the words that clued me in, it was whatever the hell was going on with jared’s face.

i really wish i could gif, but i can only attempt to convey the SPEED and VIGOUR with which jared snaps his head toward jensen.

these pictures are objectively hilarious because you can see the entire mental journey that jared goes on. he was aloof and kind of relaxed because he was done, it’s jensen’s turn now, he’s surely not gonna out himself with this question right? and then jensen goes ahead and says ‘there are two-’ and jared instantly zones right into jensen with a look of horror on his face, that he tries to contain, but does so unsuccessfully. that is the face of a man who is internally freaking out, thought to himself ‘did he seriously just say...’ and is kind of staring at the culprit in shock and awe.

i know that’s what’s happening, because this is not the first time we’ve seen him react like this to something jensen has said. the classic head whip. a few examples, just off the top of my head:

1. ‘he has, hasn’t he?’

2. ‘he sounds like that in the morning’ ‘how do you know’

3. when he whips his head around when he notices jensen’s face(and instantly understands when he realizes it’s misha)

so yeah, i’m sure you get it by now. jared can’t really keep it off of his face. there’s no real analyzing to be done here...it’s just an obvious tell on his part. there’s no real reason for him to have reacted this way if jensen was saying something inconspicuous, is there? he would have continued to just kind of space out if jensen hadn’t just said something jarringly questionable.

as for jensen’s body language, i can’t really tell where he’s looking from either angle of both videos i’ve seen. sometimes it seems like he’s looking straight at jared, and maybe nods at him once, but he could also(and is most likely) looking at the fan who asked the question. i don’t think there’s anything particularly telling about his body language because i think he rehearsed his answer in his head and also, he’s not shying away because he’s not lying about anything. like...everything he’s saying is true, so he’s not going to have any tells. and it’s the fact that he is TELLING THE TRUTH that is freaking jared out.

now for what he actually says. because oh my god.

right off the bat, he says “i kind of feel like there’s two types of people..” and first off, what? what does that even mean? if you think of it in terms of ‘this is about daneel and only daneel’....isn’t this a realllyyyyy strange thing to start out with? objectively? the question that was asked to him was ‘how did you know they were the one?’ and he goes ‘actually there’s TWO types of people’ ...like, jensen never answers the question at hand.

and then he goes “in regards to marriage and the one”. i hope i’m not the only one who noticed he said the words ‘the one’ in a resentful and kind of degrading tone? seriously, listen to it again. he seems like he’s almost mocking that sentiment. i swear i’m not making it up, it really sounds like that to me.

and then he says “-it’s the ones that just, just know with an absolute and, and have a certainty of like, this is the one for me, unequivocally. And then there’s those who are, you know, I don’t know, I’m scared, but I’m willing to take that leap of faith with you.” *NON TINHAT VERSION OF EVENTS* what he could mean, i guess, is he was both scared to be with daneel but also knew she was the one for him. which....ok. alright. *TINHAT BACK ON* first off, there’s absolutely no risk with daneel. that’s not a judgement, because i love her; it’s just true. she’s a pretty, talented, amazing woman and they are very much in love. i’m not sure what risks he’s taking there. next up: pretty strange wording then, don’t you think? idk, if it were you, and you wanted to get that point across, wouldn’t you use words like ‘she both scared me and i knew i wanted to be with her at the same time’ and NOT this convoluted mess of ‘there’s two types of people and they are both drastically different but also one and the same’?

SECOND OF ALL, as many people have pointed out.....he never uses pronouns. this is strange. jared does. jared says gen’s name, even. and uses ‘she’ and ‘her’. jensen never once does that, he practically refuses to do so. and yes, i fully believe it is entirely intentional.

because if you look at this phrase from a cockles lens it makes more sense then if you do not.

the one that jensen knows, unequivocally, with the utmost certainty, is the one for him, no doubts, no risks; is daneel. the one that he doesn’t know about, is scared of being with, but is willing to take that leap of faith anyway; is misha. and all of a sudden the puzzle pieces fall into place.

because he goes on to say “I kind of find myself in between both of those.”

he doesn’t say ‘i find myself in between both of those...with her.’ nope. he’s just...in between. caught in the middle. of those two types of people. translation: of those two people. mish. dee.

“And it can be a scary endeavour, and it will certainly have it’s ups and downs, but I think it’s a bond, and it’s a connection, and it’s a friendship, and it’s a ride, and it’s a journey...”

every single one of those words can be applied to more than one person. think about it. bond(between three people). connection(between three people). friendship(between three people!!!). there’s no ‘partnership’ in here, which does only apply to two people.

lastly, “i’m glad i picked the partner and the teammate that i have.”

ok, look. you can easily say that it’s just one person he’s talking about here! of course you can. but this is jensen ackles we’re talking about. jensen ‘rock and pebble’ ackles. jensen ‘mish. dee.’ ackles. so yes. i definitely think that ‘the partner and the teammate’ fall into this category. and i think daneel is the partner and misha is the teammate.

to put it matter-of-factly: you simply cannot prove that this isn’t about a poly relationship. there is absolutely nothing he says that makes it obvious he is talking about one person here. because he isn’t.

i just feel like, in the simplest terms, if this were about only daneel, that he would not be using these weird phrases that are half-hidden truths. just to compare, i watched another panel where pretty much the exact same question was asked, minus the whole ‘the one’ debacle, and, just as i suspected, it was an entirely different answer. he talks about the moment where he knew he liked her. her, specifically. says the name daneel. gushes about her. there’s no tiptoeing and weird pronoun usage and vague terminology.

tl; dr : i think he answered the question this way because there is no ‘the one’ in his life. and he is physically incapable of leaving misha out when talking about ‘the one’ because he has TWO ‘the ones’. and he wants to answer the question to the best of his best ability, but lying is unnatural to him. he will talk about daneel at length and misha at length, but i honestly to my core don’t think you could make him choose between the two. oh! and we literally had confirmation all the way back in fucking 2016, we just never paid attention until now. so......thanks, jensen?

sorry, this got super long, but i hope i warned you well enough.

#helloooo cockles truthing community #my anxiety is sky-high rn bc this is so damning for them #but i mean i can't feel bad because jensen SAID those things.#anyway am i contributing to cockles lore??? god i hope so #i mean it when i say i am SWEATING #if you think i'm reaching...i know more than you #rps for ts #team dumpster mansion #cockles confirmation #cockles #jenmish #long post for ts #cockles meta #relationship spec #all that jazz #jensenxmisha #mine

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lasquadrasfuckhouse · 3 years

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hello I am back with a request if that’s ok with you q w q ) for la squadra with scenario-hc’s with their s/o taking care of them ( can go nsfw if you’d like but for now sfw thoughts ) as much as I love them taking care of their s/o I love when the roles are switched. Can be injured or other— but the goal is to make them feel safe and loved for as much as possible, like my other ask tender emotional moments are my jam. If find the muse for it 💖 if not that’s completely ok too. Pls & thnk u 🥰

ALWAYS OKAY W/ ME I LOVE SEEING U IN MY ASKBOX!!!! it's tendie hours 😍

taking care of la squadra 😌

risotto ✂️

it isn't easy to get risotto to relax, he's a workaholic. sit on him and give him a Look that you're not moving and neither is he, and he'll be so charmed that he'll relent.

he's also more used to taking care of people than being taken care of, so it's a bit of an adjustment to sit on his ass for a few days until he's recovered from the worst of whatever injury/illness he's got, but he finds himself getting like, quietly kind of emotional about it. he hasn't allowed himself to be cared for in a long time and he expresses that to you, and how much he appreciates and loves you.

he finds he really enjoys the opportunity to relax, cause yeah he's under the weather but at least he can chill for a bit. and he'd very much love to chill with you if you have the time. quiet cuddles or existing comfortably in the same space will have him feeling very cozy, loved, and rested. kiss him on the forehead to remind him that he is soft and precious and he'll want to snuggle you all day with a little smile on his face.

prosciutto 🚬

also not used to being taken care of. he'll be grumpy and try to micromanage the house from his bed at first (and you probably banished him to bed because he wasn't getting any rest on the couch). he relaxes when he wants to!!!! remind him that he needs time to recover and he's only human, and you promise the house won't fall apart without him. not only is he soft for you but he trusts you completely, so he relaxes.

he might be a bit restless, but set him up with a book and he'll be good. you may even take on prosciutto-like mannerisms in his place, like shushing the others if they're being too noisy. if he overhears you insisting on peace and quiet so he can rest, he'll smile to himself.

what really gets him and lets him know he's loved is taking over what he usually does while he rests, like folding his laundry and putting it away in the order he likes. and if you initiate the classic forehead touch with a smile and tell him to chill so he can get better, he'll gladly lay around all day thinking of you.

pesci 🎣

he tries to power through it but no honey you need to rest. give him puppy eyes and say you really want him to relax and get better, and he'll do it for you. he will get SO better for his babe just u see!!!!

he's also kind of glad for the chance to have downtime tho, even tho he's typically eager to help and stuff. he just wishes he didn't feel like ass. cheer him up with lots of cuddles and quiet relaxing things u can do together and he'll feel loads better!!!

he may feel kind of bad at first like oh no he doesn't want to bother u. but reassure him that he is never a bother, u love him and love being with him and that doesn't change when he's under the weather. he will accept that and thank u wholeheartedly for taking care of him

formaggio 🧀

milks it for all its worth. OOOH BABE IM IN SO MUCH PAAAIN PLEASE HOLD MEEE 😩 if he's feeling like shit at least he's gonna get cuddles out of it

would love nothing more than to snuggle up and watch stupid movies with you all day. he may just cling to you if you try to get up and insists that someone else can fetch you both dinner/blankets/etc instead. you're his best medicine!!! his comfort!!!! do not seperate!!!!!

but he is a sucker for a home cooked meal. even if you go for a bit, if you come back with something u made urself, even if it's not the most amazing display of chef skills, he'll be falling all over himself with how much he loves you because you put love and effort into something to make him feel better

illuso ✨

one of the WORST when he gets sick or injured because he just complains and lays on the pity party even more than formaggio. everything sucks!!! woe is illuso!!!! he needs ur healing kisses!!!!!

he definitely goes into the mirror world to rest b/c he needs peace and quiet or he'll get cranky. but he will bring u ofc. not just to be pampered either he's just cozy and happy in ur company

lavishing him in attention aside, what will REALLY tug on his heart is taking initiative to take care of him, like asking first how he's feeling, bringing an extra blanket cause you know he likes to have a pile of them, offering to very gently brush his hair. just like, little genuine attentive things. it may get him blushing

melone 🍈

very practical about it, there's that whole thing of 'people with medical backgrounds are the worst patients for one reason or another' but he doesn't try to take shortcuts with the rest he knows he needs and he's very polite and patient with asking for/instructing on what he needs

he's great at finding ways to entertain himself so no worries in that regard. if he's worried about getting you sick he may actually discourage cuddles for once in his life but otherwise he'd love to snuggle up to his babe all day

he'd honestly just feel really comforted if you told him all about your day and shared cool things with him or the classic 'i saw this and thought of you' he'll be 😍

ghiaccio ❄️

EXTRA grumpy when he's uncomfortable or in pain and unable to work his energy out. he's very active, so his body (or you) making him sit on his ass when he doesn't want to will leave him very prickly even though logically he knows it's for the best.

he'll generally want his space but then have bouts of feeling very cuddly. picture him cocooned in blankets with only the top half of his face visible and his general grumpy glower relaxes as u massage his scalp like calming an angry cat.

he'll be very thankful for everything you do, including kissing his cheeks or leaving him to chill with some water and a book or shushing the others if they're being too rowdy. but he'll be extra super thankful and soft if you bundle him up and go for a walk with him around the block just to stretch his legs and get some fresh air cause you know how much he hates sitting around.

sorbet and gelato 🔪🍦

if one of them is under the weather, the house gets a brief respite from their antics cause you and the other one are there to entertain them and curb their restlessness. if they're both sick/injured, good fucking luck because their boredom will feed off each other and it will be a nightmare.

sorbet likes to chill but he always needs new surroundings. he'll want to stay on the couch to at least observe the house's regular chaos but if you (and maybe gelato) see that he's not getting enough rest you will have to literally drag him into your bedroom because 1) he's not letting go of his entertainment that easily 2) it's fun to watch you struggle. he is devising every way to cause problems on purpose without moving around too much

gelato HATES sitting still so he is slowly going insane and he will let you know it. get him a big stack of movies, let him have free reign of the tv, play cards with him etc if you know what's good for the whole house because otherwise he won't stay in bed or he'll do shit like scream for help just to see you rush in and then grin and be like oh nvm babe im fine :)

you thought they were a handful together regularly? HAH. when they're sick or injured together they enable each other even more than usual. you are the only one capable of placating them, enjoy being squished between your two extremely cuddly boyfriends.

cuddles and kisses and loving attention always make them feel better, a surefire way to get them to actually rest is by snuggling them. but even if you do go for a bit, what brightens them up is hearing about all the new happenings on base or this cute dog you saw or if you bring them new snacks every day or try making something different for dinner. like, not just to placate them, but cause you know they're bored and uncomfortable and you want to cheer them up, that's what gets them. and then they'll pull you down and hold you for the rest of the night.

#THIS WAS CUTE THANK U FOR THE ASK!!!!!#la squadra #la squadra x reader #risotto nero #prosciutto #pesci #formaggio #illuso #melone #ghiaccio #sorbet #gelato #vento aureo #ask

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x-reader-theater · 3 years

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*crawls into your ask box from the pile of homework* Hello fellow peep,may I request a-*takes out paper* i can't even read my own hand writing. Oh,nvm. Can I request an Aaron Hotchner x Male Pianist reader? Like reader and his twin sister take care of their niece after her parents passed,and the two meet at maybe a parent-teacher conference?(get if you don't wanna) Have a nice day-is it just me or is the pile getting bigger-

So, I don't know if this is what you were expecting, but I didn't really know how to make these things come up in conversation at a parent teacher conference, especially since all my parent teach conferences are one on one. I hope this is still good!

@mystic-writes I love you, thank you for editing. I don't know what else to say XD

"So, Mr. [Y/N]..." Miss Calender says, looking over her papers. "I brought you in today because your daughter-"

"Niece," you interrupt. "She's my niece. I don't have any children."

"Yes, sorry. Your niece," Ms. Calendar corrects, "she's been being bullied in class, along with another boy named Jack. They seem to be their only friends."

You nod slowly. "Okay. I can talk to her. Is that all?"

She nods and you stand up. You make your way to the exit, just as someone new walks in. He's tall, handsome, wearing a starched suit and every hair on his head is perfectly in place. You almost slam into him and his hands grab your arms. They're big, and you can feel your face starting to heat up.

"I'm sorry, I wasn't looking where I was going," you say, and he nods, not smiling.

"It's okay," he says, taking his hands off your arms and backing up from you, placing his hands behind his back.

"Ah! Mr. Hotchner!" Ms. Calendar exclaims, standing up and walking over to you two. "Mr. [L/N] this is Mr. Hotchner. His son Jack is friends with your niece, Gretchen."

You smile and hold your hand out to Mr. Hotchner, saying, "It's good to meet you!"

He takes your hand and shakes it, his grip is firm as he says, "It's good to meet you too."

You look down at his watch and your eyes go wide. "Oh shoot!! I'm so sorry. I have to go," you say, grabbing your bag and coat into your arms. "It was nice to finally meet you Ms. Calendar! You as well Mr. Hotchner!"

And you run out of the room.

–

You're playing some light jazz, a small smile on your face as you play your piano in the little bar you work in. You look around the bar and finish your session, plunking out your final notes, closing your eyes as they play out. You smile and close the piano, moving towards the bar. A couple people clap and you smile.

"Hey, Mark," you say, walking up to the bar and flexing your fingers. You can feel them beginning to cramp and you frown at them.

"Hey, [Y/N]. Good work out there today!" he exclaims and you smile at him. "You want your usual?"

You smile and nod, leaning against the bar as you look around, smiling at your twin sister who's currently taking orders. Luckily, there aren't many people tonight.

Well, there weren't.

Suddenly, seven or eight people walk into the bar, some are laughing, most are smiling, but you see one man who isn't smiling. Your eyes widen and you turn back to the bar, hunching your shoulders down and covering your head. You look up when a glass of water is set in front of you, smiling at Mark.

"What's wrong?" he asks with a frown and you shake your head, your smile dropping.

"Nothing. Nothing," you say and Mark glares at you. "Fine. You know the group that just came in? Gretchen goes to school with the serious one's son. And I made a total fool of myself in front of him last I saw him."

Mark smirks and says, teasingly, "You think he's attractive!"

You roll your eyes. "Shut up," you say, slapping his arm. "Of course I do. Have you seen him?" Mark just smirks and grabs a glass. "I mean, he's tall, dark and handsome. What's not to like? And so serious."

"Uh huh," Mark says and he starts filling up a beer.

"And I just… He looks very straight, and he has a son, I mean, he must be married. How could he not be. And-"

Mark coughs and you stop talking, feeling the blood drain from your face as you whisper, "He's behind me, isn't he?" Mark just nods. You sigh before putting on a fake smile and turning around. You see Mr. Hotchner standing behind you, and you say, "Hey… Mr. Hotchner…"

You give a small wave, but the man makes no indication that he heard you. In fact, his face doesn't move at all.

"How are you?" you ask, and you see his lips quirk slightly, but it's so fast you almost miss it.

"I'm fine. Just spending the night out with my team," he says, stoic, and you lean slightly away from him though it only makes him hotter. Stupid hot dad. "What are you doing here?"

"I actually work here…" you trail off, taking a sip of your water. "Which reminds me, I have to get back to work."

You stand up suddenly and speed walk back over to your piano. You open it back up and take a deep breath, close your eyes, and start playing your favourite song to calm you down.

Claire de Lune. You know it's not the best for bars, but it's technically dinner time right now and no one's in. While it isn't the hardest song to play, your aunt used to play it with her husband before they passed. They're what got you into piano when you were a kid and now you play for them. For Gretchen.

Your fingers fly over the keys and you lose yourself in the music, swaying to the notes, losing yourself in the rhythm, your hands cross over one another as you play note after note, chord after chord, stringing together a song that reminds you of the family you once had. Now it's only you, your twin sister, and your niece.

You feel your heart yearning for more, for something to fill all the holes you have, for someone to come along and fix everything.

But, that's not realistic. Most things in life you have to do yourself. You and your sister are going to put Gretchen through school. You're going to raise her. No one else.

As your fingers hit the final notes, you finally open your eyes and you realize you've been crying. You quickly wipe the tears away as people in the bar start to clap. You smile sheepishly and start to play just some low jazz, shaking your head to free yourself from your thoughts.

You feel someone sit down next to you and glancing over you see Mr. Hotchner sitting next to you on your bench.

"That was beautiful," he says softly and you smile.

"Thank you, Mr. Hotchner," you reply, looking over at him for a second to smile, before going back to your piano.

There's a pause before he says, "Call me Aaron."

"Aaron Hotchner?" you ask and you feel a hand on your back in confirmation. "I like it…" you trail off with a small smile.

"I'm not married," he says suddenly, and you look up at him, your head snapping to meet his eyes, your fingers faltering for a moment, before you regain your composure, your cheeks flaring hot.

"You heard that?" you ask, looking away from him, embarrassed. He chuckles in answer and you feel your cheeks get even hotter. "You're not married?"

"I was," he says, "to the love of my life."

"What happened to her?" you ask, looking at him from the corner of your eye.

"She died…" he says quietly. "A couple months ago."

"I'm sorry to hear that," you say and he bumps his shoulder with yours.

"I will always love her, but I also need to move on," he says and you nod in understanding.

You finish your set and look over at him as people in the bar clap. "Have you found someone to do that with?"

You look up at him and see he's smiling slightly. You also notice he has little dimples.

"I hope so…" he says, and you smile shyly. "Will you come to dinner with me?"

"Tonight? It's pretty late…" you say and he shakes his head.

"No, not tonight," he says with a chuckle. He pulls out his wallet and takes out a card, handing it to you.

You laugh as you look at it. "A business card?" you ask incredulously, and Aaron gives you a gleaming smile.

"Would you rather me write it on your arm?" he asks and you laugh.

You look around before saying with a smirk, "I don't have a pen near me. I guess this will do…" You chuckle and grab your phone from the top of the piano and input the number, texting a quick, 'Hey ;)', smiling at Aaron as you send it. You hear something beep in his pocket and he pulls out his own phone, looking at it, before smiling again.

"I'm free tomorrow at 6?" you say, more as a question than a statement, but you smile and turn back to your piano, beginning to play again.

You feel a hand on your back, and Aaron leans in, whispering, "I'll pick you up here."

You smile as he gets up and walks away.

#aaron hotchner x y/n #aaron hotchner x you #aaron hotchner x male reader #aaron hotchner x reader #aaron hotchner #criminal minds reader insert #criminal minds x y/n #criminal minds x reader #criminal minds #my work #my writing

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wren-writes68 · 3 years

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Ordered Online au

<Warnings- soft vore- mention of digestion- dehumanization- cursing- mouthplay>

Tommy started pacing as his message to tubbo didn’t even go read, he picked up his phone scrolling back through the other 50 messages he’d sent, over the course of two weeks to both tubbo and eventually ranboo, neither even reading them. Everyone was worried as tommy sent a text to the group chat saying that tubbo still hadn’t answered.

Wilbur: I’m sure it’s fine we’ll head over to his house tomorrow

Phil: Did we ever get his address mate?

Wilbur: uh I’m pretty sure

Wilbur: nope nvm

Tommy: guys this is serious, tubbo and ranboo aren’t responding!

Techno: guys Tommy’s using correct punctuation, we should be scared.

Phil: guys enough. Tommy just get some food and go to bed, we’ll handle this ok.

Tommy: but phillllll

Phil: no buts it’s already 10

Wilbur: sent you some food toms it’s really good!

Tommy: thanks big man

Techno:night nerd

Tommy is typing…

[Phil] has muted this chat

Tommy sighed putting his phone down, only to pick it back up shoving it in his pocket and heading downstairs remembering Wilbur had ordered some ‘good’ food for him. As if on cue the doorbell rang, tommy walked over to the door and a teen wearing some sort of tacky ass suit, “listen man it’s the uniform ok do you want your food or not” the man said pushing a paper bag into Tommy’s arms and turning away mumbling curses under his breath at the weird looks he kept getting. “Ok then?” Tommy said taking the small bag inside and pulling out a small styrofoam container, that smelled really good, a plastic fork, and a plastic knife.

Tommy, having set everything out on the table, opened the container revealing a steak covered in different spices and sauces, the sight alone made his mouth water. He sent a quick thank you off to Wilbur, Wilbur responding with a simple “your welcome” as well as the name and location of the place. “Tiny fancy, what a weird ass na-” he stoped seeing movement in the tiny container, and pushing the steak around saw two tines crouched down behind it cowering, “Huh I guess the name does make some sense then.” tommy had to say he was exited, he’d had tinies before but his parents were big on ‘no tinies in the house,’ in case of starting an infested or something, luckily his parents were out of town so he could eat them. “Tommy!?” Or not…

Tommy looked down hearing the tiny call out his name, “how do you know my name!?” He asked trying to get a better look at the smalle borrower, “Tommy it’s me, Tubbo!” It said this time climbing on top of the steak so Tommy could see him. “holy shit, Tubbo!?” Tommy yelled making both tinies flinch, tommy made a mental note not to do that again, he held his hand towards the tiny bot sure if tubbo would be ok with being touched, but when his hand got in reach Tubbo practically jumped into it tearing up at the gentle contact of the light fist he was held in. “Um guys” the other borrower said having gotten out of the box, “oh ranboob! tommy said causing ranboo to sigh.

Tommy set tubbo back down and picked up the shitty utensils, cutting a small chunk for his tiny friends and a bigger one for him they tasted this heavenly looking steak. Turns out the tinies were the only edible thing there, “gross!” Tubbo said, throwing the small chunk of meat back in the container ranboo following suit, tommy however ate the entire thing having nothing else better at the moment. “So what now?” Ranboo asked, everyone taking a second to think before tubbo shouted “sleepover!”

Tommy grabbed tubbo and ranboo walking back to his room and putting them down on the bed with his phone which tubbo instantly started trying to play on, “ ‘m gonna go to the bathroom I’ll be back” tommy said walking away. Tubbo gave a dismissive “mhm” and went back to trying to play on the giant phone.

~~flashback~~

“Are they defective?” One on the humans said towering over ranboo and a couple of other borrowers “no sir these are the new borrowers we still need to test them” another replied. Ranboo looked around the bright, box? Suddenly a hand came down and wrapped around him tightly lifting him towards one of the scientists faces, the human looked him over before turning to his college “this one would work nicely in the food industry” the other hummed looking over a small sheet, “yea sure put him in the order with #20212215” ranboo zoned out mind racing to the fact he was going to be food “blah blah blah, Brighton order” Ranboo perked up hearing that. Brighton he was going to the UK and he was getting sent to Brighton right where Wilbur was, surly he could escape and get to one of his friends, “first put him in training the UK agency says #20212215’s an annoying one hopefully this guy will tie him down” and with that ranboo was taken off to who knows where.

“Day 8 of training the subject has mastered basic commands and has not only gotten used to getting swallowed but has mastered climbing into the mouth and inside massages as well” Ranboo paused hearing the human he was supposed to call ‘his’ but was really named Greg and was very nice to him even though he still had to do his job, ranboo didn’t feel bad giving the nice man a massage after he’d given ranboo actual food.

Greg walked down with supervisor, “very well send him” the man said walking away to do who knows what, “nice, congrats ran you’re going to be with #21202215 and you guys are heading out to one, mr. Wilbur Soot” Ranboo perked up “Wilbur hu, you know him?” Greg asked. Ranboo frantically shook his head “yea we’re friends!” Greg laughed at his excitement “that’s good cause I’d hate you go to a bad place you’re a nice little guy” he said rubbing a finger against ranboo before gently picking him up and setting him in a box “good luck then ran” he chuckled closing the box.

~~flashback end~~

“Aww it turned off” Tubbo whined “Ranboo what’s the password.” Ranboo who’d been curled up on the pillow groaned “why would I know?” “Tommy what’s your passwo-” Tubbo’s sentence stoped with a short scream as the bed shook probably from Tommy flopping down. Ranboo looked up seeing tommy face first in the pillow tubbo now snuggled in the crook of his neck drifting off “you ok tommy?” Ranboo asked walking towards the pair, tommy turned to make sure tubbo was asleep which he was, surprisingly “that steak is not sitting well” tommy said with another grand putting his head back into the pillow.

“I might be able to help with that” Ranboo whispered, “hmh?” Tommy groaned picking his head up to look at ranboo, “it uh…it was apart of a program they put me in before, this” Tommy stayed silent knowing how scary some of those ‘tests’ could be. “Y-you don’t have to, I get that it probably wasn’t a good experience” Ranboo was quick to retort “no no it’s fine. it’s actually not that bad”

Tommy tiredly pushed his lips up to ranboo making the smaller male laugh, “come-on tommy you have to do more than that” he said, easily pushing Tommy’s mouth open and climbing in “mmm” tommy hummed around ranboo licking over him and lightly sucking on him.

Ranboo laughed as the wet muscle licked over him hums vibrating throughout his entire form. Ranboo hugged the tongue as it finished licking over him and started nudging him backwards, he chuckled and pat the tongue almost instantly being pulled down by the strong, yet surprisingly gentle throat muscles. Ranboo was pulled down for a good couple seconds before being deposited into the stomach, ranboo got out a small flashlight he’d gotten from Greg and looked around. What remained of the ‘steak’ that Tommy ate looked more like plastic than food and the walls around it looked irritated, ranboo walked over placeing a hand on the irritated area before the whole stomach convulsed around him and Tommy let out a pained groan. Ranboo backed away finding a nice non irritated spot to curl up in and started rubbing the walls around him, soon the whole area vibrated a light purring coming form all around him “…tommy are your purring?” Ranboo asked chuckling as the teen in question just grumbled huffing lightly before what ranboo assumed was passing out. “Good night then” he laughed giving the walls one last pat and cuddling into the folds of the stomach drifting off protected and safe inside his friend.

Finally coming back to write, pog

(Not prof read)

Any asks for this au are appreciated since I don’t know where to go with this but I want to continue it.

#Ordered Online au #g!tommy #t!tubbo #t!ranboo #ranboo and tommy #soft vore #mouth play

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katie-writes24 · 4 years

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Twisted Sheets

Pairing: Poly!Hamilsquad x reader

Warnings: SMUT! Oral sex, fingering, loss of virginity (kinda), also another dirty thing at the end that I don’t want to physically write out, language, fluffy beginning, alcohol, translated French, terrible innuendos and an increasing amount of shameless writing

W o w, so I’m just gonna leave this here while I’m trying to come up with an ending to my next Laurens fic! I am struggling and it is way overdue, sooooo have this which I wrote like eight months ago? Anyways, this is literally just....like I see fics where it just focuses on Y/N when it’s going down and I- don’t look at me like that, I know you think about how it would go down to! I combined it so- nvm just...you’ll see. Sooo yeah...I should be ashamed with the vast amount of detail I think I added, but you know what, you dirty little fuckers have probably done worse! Give me some feedback and enjoy!

It was their five month anniversary, and Hercules just came home from work to find the table set with some food. He smiled and looked into the kitchen to find Y/N and John dancing to music. Lafayette was bobbing his head and picking out some wine.

Hands snuck around his waist and he felt a kiss against his back. "Happy anniversary, beloved," Alex whispered in his ear and Herc turned around to give him a kiss.

"Happy anniversary," He took off his shoes and ran to the bedroom real quick to change out of his clothes.

"Mon amours, you're gonna burn the food," Lafayette set out glasses on the table and looked to find Y/N and John still in their own little world.

"Guys, I'm not eating burnt lasagna," Alex moves passed them and took the food out of the oven.

"My garlic knots!" Y/N races to the top oven and pulled the bread out, hearing Alex snicker. She punched his arm. “It's not funny."

"It is when it would've been your fault," Alex smirked and went to sit at the table, Hercules coming out of the room with sweatpants and a lose t-shirt on.

"There you are," John went over and gave him a passionate kiss. "Happy anniversary!" Lafayette made his way over and greeted the man the same.

Y/N came out of the kitchen, bowl in hand and sat down next to Herc and Alex, rubbing the formers leg and giving him a kiss.

Laf raised his glass and smiled, "Joyeux anniversaire, mon amours!" They all clinked glasses and smiled at each other.

They talked about their day, and how grateful they were that it was finally the weekend. They've been in their new apartment for two months, and while Herc still worked, the rest of them stayed at home most of the time.

"This is great, babygirl," John said around a mouthful of salad, earning him a kick from Herc.

"Thanks, you helped," Y/N stuck her third garlic knot into her mouth and got snickers from the boys. "Don't test a girl and her bread."

Once they were all done eating, Alex and Herc did the dishes, while Laf cleaned up the table. John and Y/N went to the couch and browsed for a movie to watch.

They decided on some Hugh Jackman movie none of them had seen, and about forty minutes in there was a graphic sex scene.

The couch groaned when Laf shifted in his seat. He was on one end, with Herc in the middle and Y/N on the other end. Alex was laying on John on the couch next to them, and suddenly Alex popped his head up and looked at John with a smirk.

"You want some help with that?" His whisper made John shiver, and he struggled to get into a sitting position.

"Wh-what, what do you mean?" John was getting nervous, avoiding eye contact with everyone, especially when he saw Y/N look over at the commotion.

"Dude, you're hard," Alex gave him his space, but still looked down at the obvious dick print on his pants. John flushed in embarrassment, making Alex speak softer, "There's nothing wrong with that."

They brought it up before. They've all been dating for five months, there was obviously an urge. They were all new to it, none of them knew where to start with having sex with five people at once. Laf had made some dirty comments that got Alex all hot and bothered, but John shyed away from the idea, saying it was too early. They all had an unspoken agreement that their first time had to be with everyone, together.

"It is a night of celebration," Laf paused the movie, and looked towards the freckled boy. "And you're obviously ready for a party."

John blushed further at his predatory look, still not making eye contact. Herc ran a hand up Y/N’s thigh and it made her shift.

"We won't force you, John, if that's what you're worried about," Y/N looked at him sincerely. She obviously wanted to do it, but she wouldn't want anyone to feel uncomfortable.

"No, I want to," John finally looked up, taking a deep breath. "I do, trust me..."

Alex started kissing up his neck, and it made him get lost in thought.

"Then let's get this party started," Alex whispered in his ear and it made him whimper.

"I'm a virgin!" He decided to rip off the band aid, screaming out his fear.

It got quiet. John had his eyes closed, and his heart was beating rapidly. What if this was the breaking point?

"Okay," Hercules got up from the couch and crouched in front of him, resting a hand over his cheek. John finally opened his eyes when Herc said, "Nothing wrong with that, either. We'll go slow, if you'd let us?”

John glanced to see all the flustered looks turn into ones of understanding. "You're...you guys aren't upset?"

"Why would we be upset, babe?" Alex looked at him curiously. "There's nothing wrong with being a virgin. Hell, I'm still a virgin some places."

That made Y/N scratch her neck shyly, feeling her face heat up.

"We'll go slow," Herc took his hands in his, rubbing his thumb on the backside. "Is that okay?"

John looked around to see four people who loved him, who he loved.

Slow.

"Okay," John nodded, and then Herc was leading him into the bedroom. Behind them, Alex had pulled Y/N up, giving her a toe-curling kiss. It made Laf bite his lip and then Y/N was intertwining their fingers and pushing them towards the bedroom.

John and Herc were making out on the bed, and Laf snuck up behind John and started kissing his neck. Alex shut the door and wrapped his arms around Y/N, walking them over to their lovers.

"So, uh," John scratches the back of his neck, looking at his partners. "How do we start this?"

"We'll go slow," Laf reminded him. “What do you want to do?"

John closed his eyes softly and thought it over. He didn't want to do anything too far tonight, he didn't want to get overwhelmed. Y/N sensed this and sat next to him on the bed.

"I wanna watch someone give you a blowjob," She shrugged at Herc’s surprised look at her bluntness, but made John groan nonetheless. "Is that okay?"

"Yeah, hell yeah," John grabbed her face and pulled her into a kiss.

Herc started undressing himself, watching Laf do the same. Y/N moves onto John's neck, sucking a bruise onto his collar bone. Laf ran a hand up her backside and pulled at the hem of her shirt.

"Let me undress you, mon amours," He sat up and pulled John's shirt off him, taking in his broad chest and soft muscles. Him and Alex had the same kind of frame, and he's seen both many times before, but never like this.

Herc ran his hand through Johns curls and tugged a little, noticing the wince of delight coming from him. Alex helped Y/N take her shirt off, smirking at the bra she wore.

"It's nothing special," She scoffed. Alex shook his head and kissed her.

"Doesn't have to be," He whispered against her lips. "You're special enough."

Laf pulled off her shorts as she sat up, running a hand slowly over her ass, looking up to see her softly bite her lip. He smirked and turned to see Herc watch hungrily.

"Now, I believe the lady asked to see a blowjob?" Alex sunk down on his knees, pulling John further down onto the bed. Laf got up and walked around, wanting to watch the show. Herc took his place and wrapped comforting hands around John's upper body. Fingers wrapped around the hem of his boxers and tugged hesitantly.

"I'm gonna take these off, okay?" Alex looked up to see dark eyes, full of lust and anxiousness. John nodded and gasped as he pulled the fabric off slowly.

Y/N went over to Laf's side, caressing his cheek with her blunt nails. They both watched Alex stroke John's cock, pulling his foreskin back and watching precum leak from the tip.

Alex slowly licked up his base, and John moaned loudly, moving a hand up to cover his mouth.

"No, no," Herc took his hand and intertwined it with his own. "None of that, we want to hear you."

John felt goosebumps on his skin, feeling eyes on him. He looked up to see Laf and Y/N completely flustered.

Alex finally moved his mouth down, going about halfway down and hearing his boyfriend moan. He felt himself get uncomfortable with the restriction in his pants, and noticed that he was the only one fully dressed. But that would have to wait.

Herc snaked his hand around John's chest and tugged at a nipple. He grew harder by the second at his moans and Alex's mouth wrapped around his dick. Y/N squeezed her thighs together, and it didn't go unnoticed. Laf smirked as she squirmed, caressing a hand over the back of thigh, making her shiver.

"Fuck, Alex," John threw his head back against Herc's chest, gasping as Alex took him fully into his mouth.

Soon enough, Alex was sucking hard, rubbing the inside of John's thighs and licking around the tip. John's eyes rolled into the back of his head as he let out a shuddering gasp and eventually came down his throat.

Laf rubbed himself through his boxers, and Y/N covered his hand with hers, earning a gasp from the man.

As Alex pulled his shirt over his head, John looked back and kissed Herc, moaning into his mouth. "I want to suck you.”

Herc quickly moved off the bed, kneeling one leg by John’s shoulder. He lowered his boxers to his thighs and John started stroking his cock, Herc groaning at the sensation.

"Y/N, come here," Herc looked back and saw the girl looking completely overwhelmed. And she hasn't even done anything but watch.

She got on all fours, facing Laf still, her backside to Herc, and John watched her underwear fold in as her legs bent.

"Take them off, babe," He looked up and found Herc looking at him eagerly. John reached up with his free hand and pulled down her panties. She gasped and Laf stepped out of his own underwear. Alex was finally naked, too, stroking himself while watching the scene before him.

Y/N pulled Laf towards her and began to lick the tip of his cock, pulling at his ball sack and feeling Herc run a fingertip up her wetness.

Alex sighed as Laf pulled him over and got a hand on him, kissing behind his ear and moaning.

"Holy shit," Y/N gasped as Herc put a finger in her, pulling off Laf and adjusting to the feeling. John's eyes got wide as he saw his finger disappear into her, making a squelching sound.

Moans filled the room as they all tried to take in everything. Herc was holding back, trying not to fuck into Johns mouth. He had a hand on Herc's ass and the other was stroking what he couldn’t hold in his mouth.

Y/N moaned around Laf and his face scrunched up in pleasure. He slurred to himself and kept the pace on Alex's cock. Alex gripped his shoulder as he whispered how good Y/N’s mouth looked around Laf's dick.

Herc sped up the pace, thrusting two fingers into her pussy at a speed that made her tremble. She fisted the sheets in her hands and bobbed her head quicker, trying to get Laf to release.

John was close, again. Hearing all the dirty noises that was coming from his partners did something to him. He loved the feeling of Herc on his tongue; he sucked harder and soon Herc was grabbing his hair and pulling out of his mouth. He stroked his cock fast, cumming on John's chest with a grunt.

Alex watched with dark eyes, thrusting into Laf's big hand and feeling his toe curls. Laf turned to give him a deep kiss, moving his hand faster.

Y/N had been neglected as Hercules bathed in the afterglow; but soon enough he put three fingers in her and focused on curling his fingers and making her cum only seconds later.

The vibrations against his cock made Laf finish in her mouth, some leaking out. That did it for Alex, watching her cheeks hallow and Laf's semen leak down her chin. It was a complete sin.

Heavy breathing filled the room. Y/N pulled off and before she could wipe her chin, Alex leaned down and shoved his tongue into her mouth. It was something filthy; it made John's eyes go wide when he saw Alex run his tongue over her jaw.

He got so lost in the sight that he startled when he felt a hand run over his hip. Laf looked down at him with a smirk, and proceeded to lick Herc's cum off his chest.

"Shit," John's head fell back against the pillows and he let out a sigh. Herc moaned and sat down next to him.

Laf licked all the way up into John's mouth, going slow and making him taste their lover.

Alex put his hand on Herc’s shoulder and gave him a deep kiss, “That’s hot."

"Totally," Herc looked up at him with complete love, holding onto the hand on his shoulder.

Y/N threw wet rags at them, alreayd having thrown on a nightshirt. “I'm not sleeping with sticky men."

"Don't worry, ma cheri," Laf headed to the bathroom, looking her up and down as he said, "I got it all off."

She rolled her eyes, but couldn't help purse her lips. Herc was smirking and she threw a rag at his head.

Once they all cleaned up, they settled in bed, all throwing on new underwear.

Y/N had fell asleep as soon as she hit the bed, John snuggling close next to her, softly snoring. Laf was looking at something on his phone while Herc snuggled on the other side of John.

"That was fun," Herc looked at the two sleeping with a smile. "Really fun..."

"That it was," Alex pulled back his sheets and waited for Lafayette to come over and scoot towards Y/N. Alex cuddled behind the Frenchman and closed his eyes. "By the way, I'm totally fucking one of you next time."

Laf laughed, "Funny you think you're the one doing the fucking."

"Yeah, Alex, you're totally gonna be the one getting fucked," Herc whispered and heard the man gasp in shock.

"Shhhh," John reaches over and hit Herc in the chest, making the three giggle at his crankiness.

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mayansmcsblog · 3 years

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the prank war has began

sooooo i saw this gif and instantly got an idea but as i wrote it, the idea completely changed and somehow it turned into this.

there is a ton of swearing😂

credit to @thedevilsmoonshine for the gif!

thanks to @withmyteeth for helping me with some ideas of what to add in.

this is the first time I've wrote anything in years and the first time I'm ever publishing my work. sorry in advance for any spelling mistakes

A persistent ringing was what woke you up at 2am for the 3rd time this week. You already knew who it was, let's face it who else would be calling at 2am other than him? Opening your eyes you rolled onto your back, staring at the ceiling debating if you should let it ring out or answer

What if he’s hurt? No, that would have happened during the day not in the middle of the night Maybe he just needed someone to talk to? That was the likely option.

You and bishop always had a ‘vibe’ as some people said. You were friends for a few months before he introduced you to the mc, of course it was a shock at first but after a month it slowly became your life. All the parties? you were there. Club events? You were there.

Overtime you and bishop had gotten closer, he would come over to your place all the time, announced or not.

he would come over in the dead of the night when his mind got too loud ,When he needed someone to talk to ,When he simply wanted the company of a friend that did not judge him for the things he did for the mc. He would come over any opportunity he got.

You could swear he was at your place more than he was his own Most of the time he would spend a few weeks at yours, only going back to his to get clothes.

Over the course of the last 6 months you and him had gotten a lot closer, he spent the night a lot, his stuff is all over the place but you two aren't dating , you didn't have any type of label. Why? You couldn't be sure. Most people assumed you two were dating but they were wrong. You two did everything normal couples would yet- you had no label. you were never his girlfriend and he was never your boyfriend.

Taking a deep breath you reached to your bedside table and grabbed your phone but as you could pick it up, it stopped ringing.

That’s not a bad thing right? Maybe he didn’t want to wake you up. Before you could set it back down you reserved a text, scrolling down your notification panel you read it;

📲: Bishop 🖤

You up?

Two words. That’s it just two short words.

Should you ignore it? Yeah, that's probably the best option. Did you want to ignore it? No

Another ping brought you out of your thoughts

📲:Bishop🖤

The guys are being children and I could either use some help over here or a way out😂please tell me you're awake and not just reading this from your notifications and watching Netflix again.

he knows you too well. Being a night owl you normally go to sleep around 3am, maybe 2am if you have work the next day. Normally you would just ignore bishop till the next morning but somehow he always knew when you ignored him and when you were actually sleeping.

Taking a look at your notifications again you saw you had a lot for snapchat, a few from Coco, a few from Angel along with one single snap from Gilly.

Looks like the trio is having fun.

Opening bishop’s texts you finally reply;

📱: I’m awake just debating on if I should open all the snaps I have from the trio and reply to a seemingly annoyed jefe.

Almost immediately you got a response

📲:Bishop🖤

Ha-ha very funny. Come and sort your boys out, they are messing with that shitty ass car again, trying to do something with the engine

📱: my boys? You're their president, you sort them out. What makes you think they listen to me🤧?

📲: Bishop🖤

They actually like you😂they will listen

📱: keep telling yourself that, they only listen to me when I’m getting them food

📲:Bishop🖤

That counts as listening

📱: whatever

Locking your phone you got up out of bed knowing there was a slim chance you would go back to bed till the early hours now that you were awake.

Putting on a pair of shorts and a shirt you got your phone and went to the kitchen, deciding to get on a bottle of water and find some shitty Netflix show you wouldn’t even pay attention to

Grabbing a bottle from the fridge you heard your phone vibrate on the counter. Pulling down the notification panel once again you saw it was a text from Ez

📲; smart ass😂📚

Please come and get these children, I can't deal with them anymore

Okay something is seriously going on here.

Face timing Ez you set the phone back on the counter, moving towards the window to open it and let the cool air flow thru the room

Within seconds he accepted and his voice came over the speakers

"Ayyy y/n where you at? Come get the children. Me and bishop are going crazy over here" you could hear a hint of playfulness in his voice

Picking up your phone you saw he was sitting on the steps outside the club, his phone in his hand angled so you could just see the side of his head while he was looking at something in the distance.

"I'm at home like all of you should be by now, leave the children alone to play. Are they hurting anyone?" you said as you headed towards the front room and sat on the sofa

"Not yet"

You could hear cursing being thrown around by numerous people in the background along with the clacking on metal and rock music in the distance.

"Yet?" You questioned

"Yeah, I mean other than themselves" he laughed

"Of course"

There was a few beats of silence before you heard Coco shouting

"Boy Scout! Who’s that eh? You got you another girl?" By his tone you could tell he was definitely high

"No it's y/n dumbass" he responded, turning the phone so you could see Coco walking towards him.

"Ohhh damn I thought you was about to get some man" by now Coco had took over the whole screen "heyyyy y/n what you doinnnnn"

"I’m about to hang up on your dumbass"

"No, no, no don’t do that" taking the phone off Ez he stood up "that’s not nice is it"

You could hear Ez asking where he was going with his phone and be replied with a simple "shhhh" as he walked back to where he originally came from

"Want to see something funny?" He said. You weren't sure if that meant he was going to show you Angel tied to a chair again or Gilly attempting a backflip.

Both are amusing but it's doubtful it would happen three times....

"Did you tie Angel to a chair again? What did I tell you about playing nice hmm?" You put on the most sarcastic voice you could

"Ha funny and no...We couldn't find and ropes"

That made you laugh way more than it should have because you knew that Bishop had hid them in the meeting room and under Ez's trailor after the last time they guys got drunk and thought it was a good idea to put rope all over the place like an obstacle course

"Coco you're gonna kill someone at this rate”

"Hush ight? Jesus be quite ino want em to know your here"

"Okay?" Putting yourself on mute you could hear Angels voice in the background along with Gillys and bishops

"Listen," Angel said , slapping something metallic, clearly as high as Coco was and seemingly having one of his 'genius idea' moments

"OI dumbass listen to meeeee" he said again

"What?" Gilly responded along with a sound of something metal hitting the ground "dammit Angel you made me loose the fucking 10mm socket again"

The camera was still pointed at Coco’s shoulder as he walked over

"Boys, boys, boys" damn he sounded like a child "what would you say if I told you I could get y/n to being us food"

You audible groaned as he suggested that, there was no way you was going to get them food this late at night.

You heard both Gilly and Angel say "what" then "tell her to get McDonalds" or "let’s get subway" by they were quickly cut off

"Oi children! Stop it, it's 2:30 in the morning, leave her alone '' bishops' voice was closer than you expected. He was probably sitting in the garage with the others observing what they are doing and making sure they don’t kill each other

You couldn’t help but unmute yourself

"Sorry Obispo but the children need their food" your tone was playful, kind of, half of you was saying it just to annoy him, the other half was wanting to see his reaction

"Gimme that phone" within seconds Coco was gone from the screen and Bishop was in the frame

"So this is why you haven't replied to me hmm?" You couldn’t tell if he was serious or playful

You hadn't missed his text? He never responded to you right?

"Hold that thought" you pulled down the notification panel and saw he did text you.

2:15

📲:Bishop🖤

I’m kicking these guys out in a few minutes

2:20

📲: Bishop🖤

I’m giving them 3 more minutes till I kick them out.

2:23

📲: Bishop🖤

Can I come over if it's not too late after these children leave? "

"Oh, sorry I was busy talking to Ez and then being stolen by Coco"

"Nah you were just ignoring me wasn’t you?" He responded

"No totally not"

"Sure I totally believe you" he laughed

"I think Ez might want his phone back"

"Wow, nice to see you like speaking to me"

"Well then why don't you call me instead? At least smart ass wanted to talk to me, even if it was about the children of the mc"

The line went silent for a moment. All you could hear was the guys cursing about finding the 10m socket and the sound of bishop walking.

"Okay, I’ll be back in like 20 minutes" with that the line went dead, he didn’t even give you time to respond

Wow he deadass hung up on me, how mature.

Maybe it was time you opened those snaps. What else did you have to do?

Opening snap chat you saw there was a purple bubble next to Coco, a red bubble next to Angel and a blue bubble next to Gilly.

You opened Gilly's first

12:22~

"What time does McDonald’s close?"

Followed by

"Nvm its 24 hours isn’t it😂😂"

You quickly replied "dumbass" and moved onto Angel’s chat.

Opening the snap it was a picture of Coco, Gilly and creeper sitting opposite him, beers in hand, while seemingly talking along with the caption

"Come party with us"

Skipping past the snap you was presented with another one, this time a video where Coco was sitting on the roof of a car while Gilly was attempting to push it

"C’mon man it's not that hard" Coco said

"Yeah man come on" Angel said from behind the camera

"Shut up before I make you do this" Gilly responded

What the hell have these guys been up to all night?

The snaps just got worse from there.

Coco’s was full of them doing random stuff, throwing things at each other and even them sitting on Ez trailer roof? How did they even get up there, and how did it not break?

One of them definitely stood out from the others. It seemed like someone else was filming on his phone while Coco was trying to rip off a car door by the handle but it snapped off, sending Coco across the garage and into the wall while Gilly, Ez and Angel laughed at him

His only response was a simple "okay you mother fucker this is war" followed by his practically running like a horse in battle towards the door kicking it resulting in a bent. Unfortunately that's where the snap ended.

Is this what they had been up to? No wonder bishop wanted out.

When the cascade of snaps finished you saw there was still a blue bubble next to Coco's name, clicking on it you could see it was a video around 3 minutes long.

You saw part of it was what you had already seen. Coco trying to pull the door, being flung into a wall, the guys laughing along with Coco kicking the door once again except this time it didn’t end when he kicked the door.

"Bro you’re not doing it hard enough" Angel stated while moving Coco out of the way

"Look you gotta-" he kicked the base of the door "-start from the bottom-'' he kicked it again causing the bottom to cave in slightly "-see? It's easy"

"Shut up man I’m stronger than you let me do it" Coco pushed Angel out of the way

"No" Angel responded, pushing coco slightly

"Yes" Coco pushed back

"No" Angel pushed again

This went on for a few moments before Gilly set the camera down on some type of surface before walking over to them

"Yo I'm stronger then both of you let me do it"

Coco stopped pushing Angel and turned to Gilly "Nah man you will steal all the shit and run off again like last time"

"Shut up man"

All three of the men were too busy arguing to notice Ezekiel had come into the garage in search of something

"Why the fuck are you guys arguing?"

All of them spoke at the same time

"Coco is sayin he’s stronger than me"

"They are children!"

"Angels tryna be a smart ass"

"You guys are fucking stupid" Ez moved towards where the phone was but didn't pick it up, rather opening the draw of the desk that was below it and picking something up, as he pulled back you could see he was holding some keys.

"Move“ He pushed Angel out the way of the door and unlocked it, grabbing a duffle bag out of the back seat, handing it to Coco

"Here"

All of the guys stood in a state of shock. Coco was the first to speak

"Why the fuck didn’t you tell us there was keys!" He exclaimed

"Because watching you guys be idiots and is fun to see you struggle"

"I swear to God I’m going to say no on your patch vote" Gilly butted into the conversation.

Ez just laughed as he walked away, the video ended shortly after all three of them cussed.

Shaking your head you laughed, of course they are dumb enough not to look for keys.

You quickly texted Coco

"You guys are dumb as shirtttt, you’re lucky Ez is around to help your dumbass's. Did the door not want to play nice hmm? Did you put a dent in the wall again with your fat ass? What was so important in that bag?"

Checking the time you saw it was 2:45

Thank god it's a Saturday tomorrow.

Setting your phone on the coffee table you realized you never put the TV on when you sat down, you were obviously too distanced by FaceTime, meaning you were sitting in silence.

Was silence a bad thing? No

Was it somehow deafening? Yeah

Grabbing the remote you turned on the TV, quickly going to Netflix in an attempt to find something decent to watch.

Your watch list was full of horror movies and crime documentaries. Definitely not the best thing to watch on your own. There were a few suspense movies on there but none of them seemed to interest you.

Going to the movie section you passed almost every more option from horror to romance to action because nothing grabbed your attention or seemed interesting.

Going back to the home page you looked at the screen for a few minutes

Was it even worth putting something on? It was almost 3am after all.

Grabbing your phone you decided to scroll through Instagram.

After a few minutes bishop’s name appeared, taking over your screen with an incoming FaceTime.

Accepting the call you were immediately greeted with the site of his kutte, followed by him putting his helmet on. By the angle you could tell his phone was resting between his handlebars and the fuel tank.

"I take it you're still awake then" he wasn’t looking at the screen. Rather he was looking in the distance just above his phone

The background suddenly filled with the sound of bike engines. He seemed to say something but it was overpowered by bikes, so you didn't hear what he said. His bike wasn’t turned on yet because the phone wasn't vibrating.

Suddenly Bishop reached his arm out to someone just out of frame and you saw him lift upwards off the seat slightly, someone’s hand patted his shoulder blade.

By the look of the tattoo on the wrist you could tell it was Coco.

Looking away from your phone you looked back up at the TV. You could still hear engines coming from your phone but now it sounded like 3 of them.

Almost simultaneously they all revved before pulling off. The sound slowly faded out as they got further out the compound.

You were still looking at the TV, you decided to look at the top 10 of the day, maybe there was something good on there.

The Meg

Reading the description it actually seemed like a good movie. Putting it on you set the remote down and looked back at your phone

This time bishop wasn’t in the frame at all. Rather you could just see the length of his bike and the wall behind where it was parked.

Where did he go?

Your question was quickly answered when he picked up the phone.

By the sound of the wind you could tell he was jogging somewhere. The phone was at his side facing outwards, you could see him approaching the steps to the clubhouse. He quickly went up them and opened the door

"Prospect!" He shouted "make sure you lock up, I’m heading out"

You could hear Ez reply with a quick "okay" from somewhere in the back

He picked up his phone so you could see his face. unlike before, you took the time to actually take in his appearance

His eyes looked tired, his beard was longer than it usually is, he looked...well, you couldn’t describe it. He just didn’t seem himself.

You were too busy looking at him to realize he asked you a question

"Y/n"

"What?"

"Did you not hear me?"

"Oh- no sorry I turned my volume down because of the bikes"

"Oh" he paused "I asked if your door was open"

You looked at the screen for a second

"What?"

He placed his phone back on the fuel tank and straddled his bike

"I said, is your door open. You know like your front door.....to your house" he repeated, grabbing his helmet, he must have taken it off while you were looking at the TV, once again he was fastening the buckle.

"No? Why?"

"Do you want to unlock it?" you could see him kick the stand of the bike up by the way his leg moved.

"Why?" You asked he looked at the screen for a few seconds before laughing at the way your face changed as you realized what he meant

"Obispo are you inviting yourself over once again?" You questioned

"Yep"

"What if I don't let you in?" You challenged. Of course you would let him in but sometimes it was fun to mess with him

"What if I climb through a window?" He said, pulling a cigarette out his pocket and lighting it

"Okay now that's just creepy" you laughed. He shook his head as he blew out the smoke from his lungs

"So? Can I come over or not?"

Looking around your front room you saw it was a little messy but you could easily clean it up within 5 minutes.

"Sure"

"See you in 20 querida" he winked as he started the bike before ending the call.

You finished cleaning the front room, kitchen and your bedroom up within 10 minutes

Checking the fridge you saw that there were only 4 beers left, taking a mental note to get more the next time you go shopping.

Sitting back on the sofa you realized you had missed around half of the movie.

Pointless watching it now

You knew by bishop coming over there was a good chance you two would be awake till 4am talking about random stuff and watching something on Netflix or playing some type of game.

You also knew he liked action movies so you went to that section in search of one that sounded entertaining

The platform ~ that didn’t sound so bad right?

Watching the preview, you became interested and wanted to watch it, forget Bishop you can watch it on your own.

"The ones above, the ones below and the one before" the voice of a man came over your speakers, he sounded young but old simultaneously.

You had just got past the introduction when you heard the rumble of a bike in the distance. For a moment you wondered if it was off the TV but as it got louder you realized it was bishop.

Getting up from the sofa you walked towards the door.

You set your hand on the door handle for what seemed like hours as you waited for him to pull up outside. Did you normally meet him at the door? Nope. Most of the time he would invite himself over and just sit down on the sofa with you for hours.

Sometimes you two spoke the whole time he was over until you both went to bed, other times you would sit in a comfortable silence- just happy to me in one another's presence.

You heard the engine cut off just beyond the door. You counted to three before unlocking it, as you did you saw Bishop was parked on the curb, still sitting on his bike while setting the helmet on the handlebars. He was yet to notice you standing at the door.

Taking a cigarette out his pocket he turned towards the street, looking at the houses to see if your neighbor's were awake, you had no idea why he did it but every time he pulled up, whether it was in a car or on his bike he always seemed to look at the neighboring houses.

He lit the cigarette, back still turned to you as he looked down the street. Leaning against the door frame you looked him over you could see that his posture was slouched indicating he was tired, he still had one hand resting on the handlebars almost like he wasn't just looking down the street but also trying to crack his back. The other hand was on the cigarette in his mouth, even from the distance from the doorway to the curb where he parked. You could see his leg was bouncing and so was his hand slightly, now that definitely wasn't normal.

As he exhaled the smoke he turned around towards your house, jumping slightly when he saw you standing at the door. He seemed to compose himself as he took the keys out of the bike and stood up, walking towards you, his head bowed slightly as he tossed the cigarette onto the food

“I hope you are going to pick that up” you said

“I will” he looked up at you, he was just beyond the porch steps. His eyes looked tired, there were clearly bags underneath them. He was definitely tired- if you knew anything about him ,he probably hasn't slept for a few days, and if he did it was for a short time

“You look tired”

“So do you” he cracked a small smile, by now he was standing in front of you

“Maybe because someone woke me up at 2 in the morning then I had to deal with grown ass men asking me to bring them food then suddenly someone decided to invite themselves over?”

“In my defense i thought you were still awake and the children wasn't my fault”

You laughed as you moved away from the door frame and towards the kitchen “just come i stupid before i lock you out”

“Ouch that's harsh” he put a hand over his heart “that insult really hurt” he walked threw the door and shut it behind him, hanging his kutte up on the coat hook in the hallway along with his jacket

“Stop being a wimp”

You heard him move into the front room and sit on the couch.

“Want a beer?” you asked as you went in the fridge for another bottle of water

"Yeah- what's this?" He questioned

“What's what?”

”On the TV dumbass”

Walking back into the front room you saw he had his hand behind his head, his phone was on the table along with his keys.

“Oh, the platform. It seemed interesting so I started watching and only someone distracted me” you said as you handed him the beer and sat on the sofa, leaving some space between you and him.

“What's it about?”

“Not too sure something along the lines of some type of prison system where the food is on a moving platform, I only just started it”

“Hmm” grabbing the remote he pressed play while sipping his beer.

You two sat in comfortable silence while watching the movie but every so often you would look over at bishop, partly to make sure he wasn't asleep and partly to see if he was okay.

Over the time span of 30 minutes you noticed he wasn't watching the movie, rather he was looking at the wall clearly spaced out somewhere in his own mind. He was sitting so his right elbow was on the arm rest and his right hand in his mustache, messing the hair lightly. He always did that when he was thinking about something. His other hand was resting in his lap holding the beer you gave him.

“Bishop?” you waited a few moments but he didn't respond “Bishop'' you repeated, still no reaction. Taking the beer from his hand you set it on the table, putting your hands on his cheeks you turned his face toward you “bishop”

“Hmm?” he finally looked at you. Removing your hands from his face you looked him in the eyes

“What's wrong?”

“Nothing” he said shaking his his head

“Don't lie to me” your tone came out harsher than you intended he raised his eyebrows at you

“sorry didn't mean to sound like i was being mean” you pulled away slightly with the intention of going back to where you originally sat but that idea was quickly thrown out the window when he grabbed your torso and practically picked you up, sitting you on his lap. He put his head in the space between your shoulder and neck while rubbing his hands down your back

“What's wrong Obispo?” you asked once again, putting your hand in his hair, playing with it slightly.

“I'm just stressed” his voice was muffled as he spoke into your shouder

“About?”

“Everything” he moved his head so he was looking up at you “the stuff with Marcus leaving, the mc as a whole with the guys turning against each other ,all the shit going on with other clubs. Everything is just a mess and it's stressing me out” he explained. You kept on hand playing with his hair while the other went to his cheek

“Can you do anything about it?” you asked, he cocked his head to the side slightly clearly not understanding what you meant ”can you do anything about that stuff?” he looked at you for a moment before shrugging his shoulders

you continued “Marcus made his own mind up, you can't do anything there. The mc always sorts itself out, members fight, it's normal, you of all people should know what.” you explained while using your thumb trace the lines across his face caused by the lack of sleep

“Yeah, i guess you're right” he leaned up and kissed you softly “I have to say, I'm a president of a fucking mc and yet your smarter then me”

“I'm not smarter than you, I just look at what's happening and think about in the moment, where as you” you poked his chest lightly “ seem to think its a good idea to overthink stuff and look at consequences a year in advance that will probably never happen” He hummed in response before putting his head back into your neck

“Can i ask you something?” you asked

“You just did”

“Very funny” you moved to get out of his lap but was quickie pulled back down

“What was the question?”

”What the hell was in the duffle bag? coco sent me the video them trying to get it and it seemed like they really wanted it”

“Oh” bishop almost immediately started laughing to the point his whole body shook and his head was thrown back.

“Tell me stoopid” you slapped his chest slightly, playing with his shirt

“Well you see- me and Ez thought it would be funny to lock it in a car that needed scraping while they were getting high and then tell them the doors didn't work to see how long it would take for them to it but Gilly ended up pushing it from the front by the fighting cage to the garage” he managed to get out

“That didn't answer my-”

“Just wait” he cut you off “neither me or Ez knew what was in it but those three are too stupid to just break a window so they were attempting to get it for a good 20 minutes before Ez opened the door and got it out” he explained still laughing slightly “turn out it was just full of junk food and snacks they brought to eat once they get hungry later ”

“You two are evil”

“No we was having fun” he laughed

“Evil”

Just as bishop was about the respond his phone started to ring, you moved out his lap and sat back on the couch while he get up and went out the back to answer it.

looking at the tv you realized the film wasn't interesting you at all. Grabbing you phone you saw you had a snap from coco and one from angel

what did they do now?

opening the app you clicked on to yours and Angels chat only to find a simple text

“if coco send you a video, delete it”

what?

“why” you replied before swiping off the chat and going onto Coco's. inevitably you where present with a video and a chat

“Pease, please watch this it will be the best favor you ever do for me 🙏🏽”

your curiosity got the better of you, clicking on the video you immediately recognized the place.it was Angels front room. Gilly was chuckling lowkey behind the camera while coco was next to the door on a stool with a bucket in his hands while laughing. The camera panned down to show Gilly holding a bag of flour, now you could only assume that the bucket was full of water

surely this couldn't end good

within a few seconds the door opened and angel walked in, coco immediately reacted throwing the contents of the bucket on top of his head while Gilly threw the flour over him.

Angel immediately froze, his face going into a startled expression followed by on of anger. Shutting the door behind him he shook of the excess flour before locking the door.

Gilly and Coco where in hysterics as Angel turned towards Coco and lunged for him, coco had a quick reaction and ran towards the backdoor , only to find it locked

“fuck” he cursed looking for ways to escape, looking at the kitchen window he seemed to weight out his chances. by now Angels attention had gone towards Gilly who was still stood in the same place laughing. Angel lunged for him, tackling him to the ground while coco grab the phone from Gillys hand and made a run for the kitchen.

There was a lot of laughing from Gilly and shuffling in the background along with Angel cussing him out , then there was a bunch of laughing from them both of them but you could make out Angel saying “you think that shits funny huh?” “watch me key your bike” “ I'm gonna get you back so hard man

suddenly the phone was tossed out the kitchen window, shortly after you could see coco's head and body slowly emerging from the kitchen window. after a few seconds he finally managed to crawl out. picking up the phone he began to jog down the front yard

“ha bitchesss I'm freeeee!”he exclaimed “the one time being skinny pays off”

in the background you hear a door unlock followed by Angel shouting “run bitch cuz I'm fucking coming for you”

then the video cut off

you where sat on the sofa crying from laughing so hard you quickly saved the video and texted coco back

“that is the best thing I've seen in months😂”

just as you started to calm down you started to hear bishop laughing from outside the backdoor. almost imminently he walked threw the back door in hysterics

“did you-did you see-” he could barely talk in-between laughing

“did i see the video?”

“yeah”

“yes i saw it” you laughed

taking his phone he turned it towards you, it was a FaceTime from angel covered in flour, his beard was a littler of loose flour and a clumpy mess of flour and water. you couldn't help by laugh at his serious expression

“not funny y/n” he said clearly angry. in the background you could hear Coco and Gilly laughing

“you watched the video didn't you” it wasn't a question rather a statement

“yeah” you replied still laughing

“fuck sakeeee” suddenly he cut the call of cause both you and bishop to laugh even harder

~~~~~~~~

so yh this was men to be a fluff with bishop but i got distracted and it just kind of turned into the start of a prank war between Coco, Angle and Gilly.

#bishop losa #bishop losa imagine #ezekiel reyes #angel reyes #ez reyes #gilly lopez #coco cruz #johnny coco cruz

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