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edenalieth · 8 months

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A FUZZY FEELING

Pairing: Minho x Y/N

Genre: strangers to lovers, fluff fluff fluff (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧

You found a small kitten during a rainy day, little did you know it would be the bond to your next romance…

Words: 5K

A.N: hi guys! im still trying to write more often huhu so here is a minho fluff! im not really used to write full fluff so your opinion truly matters to me (reblog and comments are very much appreciated). english not being my first language, i apologize for the possible mistakes… a big thank you to my friend maria and enjoy ;) — 230831

The rain was pouring outside. Why didn’t you bring a damn umbrella ? It’s not like you didn’t check the weather forecast on your phone before going out. Apparently, the 40% chances of downpour didn’t convince you and you didn’t want to clutter your small hand bag with such a big object… Now, you were looking awfully foolish.

Your clothes were getting wet, your hair were a mess, all of this only because of that stupid guy you met on an app and didn’t show up. Yes. It was a shitty day.

You were grumbling, each steps you took on the sidewalks soaking your sneakers. You needed to find a place to hide, at least for a bit. You would have preferred to go home quick, not wanting to show yourself to anyone looking like this, but you could feel your hands and feet getting cold.

The place you were at was thankfully crowded with different shops and one especially caught your eyes. It was a pretty small café, a little bit hidden behind some trees. Warm light was coming from it and you could see people happily seeping on their drinks, eating some delicacies and chatting. This would be perfect ! Hastily walking towards it, already thinking about the hot drink you would order, you put a halt to your run when you heard some muffled noises. They sounded familiar to you and you were wondering where they were coming from. Checking your surroundings, you couldn’t see anything. You were about to give up when you heard them again. Small meows. Following them, you almost stumbled over a little dirty plushie. At least, this is what you thought it was until you saw it trembling, small pointy ears dressed on its head, its tail enclosing its frail body. It was a kitten.

Its orange and white fur was sticking and it was crying out for help, probably looking for its mom, shivering against the pavement. Apparently, someone was having a rough day too… Moved by the small creature, you crouched down to analyze the situation.

« Hi little thing » you softly said. « Why are you here ? » you talked to the cat as if it was about to answer you any time. You scoffed at the thought of it. It didn’t seem to be hurt, there wasn’t any blood or weird swelling. However, rain wasn’t giving you a break and was getting heavier. Your muscles were getting stiff, you had to make a decision quickly. You weren’t sure if it was okay for you to pick it up like this. Its mom was probably going to be disturbed by the unknown scent on her baby, on the other hand, leaving it near the road wasn’t an option either.

Stretching the fabric of your jacket, you carefully grabbed the kitten, who didn’t show an ounce of resistance, too weak and cold to do so. It was literally fitting in the palm of your hand, the sight of it making your heart break a bit… You noticed a space between two shops which seemed to be dry enough for the little guy. It would be safe under those bushes until its mom would find it. You put it down delicately, dirt already staining its fur and gave a little pat between its ears to reassure it. « Here you go! I’m sure your mom will come back soon. Good luck little one ».

Saying you were feeling guilty was an understatement, even more after hearing it meowing again… You had to pull yourself together, you had made the best choice. You couldn’t just pick it up and bring it home in case its mom would come back. It was better to wait for few days. You just hoped that, if it was left alone, a kind soul would find it again and help. Giving it one last glanced, you waved at him and went back towards you first destination: the café.

As you opened the door, you were welcomed by the sound of small bells and warm brown eyes. The man behind the bar was cleaning some cups with a towel, the sleeves of his black shirt rolled up, staring right at you. He put down his stuff and came to greet you.

« Welcome. For one person ? », he asked, a soft smile on his face. « Yes please », you answered. The barista gestured you to follow him to a table and handed you the menu for you to choose. You thanked him as he walked away to take care of the other customers. Unzipping your jacket, you put it on the back rest, hoping it would dry fast. Bringing your attention back to the menu, you were absent-mindedly looking at it. Your brain was fuzzing with questions and worries about the stray cat. Was it really ok to leave it like that ? Maybe you should go back and take it to the vet… But, if its mom was close it would be cruel to take her baby away.

Biting your nails and lost into your thoughts, you didn’t even notice that the auburn haired boy was back.

« Did you make your choice ? », he was holding a pen, unconsciously taping on a notebook, his cat like eyes questioning you, his head slightly tilted to the side. He was curiously looking at you, his brows slightly furrowed. Taken aback by his question, you vaguely answered. « Hmm… I will take a hot chocolate and… hmm… whatever cake you think would go along with it. Thank you. »

« Then I would recommend the pistachio and raspberry tart » he offered, waiting for your approval. « Perfect ! ». He nodded and grabbed the menu you were handing him before going back to the bar, not without a last glance to your table. After several minutes, the brown haired man came back with your order. You gladly took it and tried to enjoy it, however, your stomach was kind of tied with a knot at the memory of the frail wet cat. Despite your reluctance, the hot chocolate going down your throat felt like a relief. You could feel your entire system getting its energy back sip after sip and you thanked the heavens for putting this place on your path. You would have to come back in a less miserable state and not with a mind full of worries.

Time went by and you had to go home. You were still thinking of what you could do. Maybe you could come back the next day to check on the animal ? With your job schedules it might be a bit difficult but that would be better than nothing.

Looking out the window, the rain hadn’t stop at all… Never mind. One last run towards the bus stop wouldn’t be so bad. A soft voice startled you « Was everything fine ? », he asked while clearing your table and the fact that you barely touched the pie didn’t go unnoticed. « Oh! You didn’t like it ? I’m sorry, I should have recommended something more simple maybe… » You stopped him « No! Not at all! It was delicious! »

Visibly relieved by your statement, he continued « Then, would you like me to pack it for you to bring at home ? ». You accepted, thankful on how thoughtful the man was. Following him to the countertop to pay the bill, you thought about this word again: thoughtful. Maybe you could ask him to keep an eye on the cat ? It was a bit inappropriate to do so, after all, he had his job and probably a ton of things to do after that… Yet, the way he was patiently gazing at you, clumsily looking for your credit card, made you think it would be fine.

« Can I ask you something ? You, obviously can say no, I wouldn’t mind » you said sheepishly. The man was visibly curious. Were you going to ask for his number ? Was it why you seemed a bit embarrassed around him ? He was full of expectations but probably not that one. « Of course ! »

You were kind of fidgeting while paying the bill. « Well, I have came across a small kitten earlier and I’m really worried about it… Its mom wasn’t around and it was trembling. Do you mind looking for it ? I let it near your store, under the bushes so it could dry. » Visibly surprised by your request, he quickly tried to keep his composure and hide the slight deception. « Where exactly did you let it ? » he asked smiling as an even brighter smile was forming on your face. You started to describe the exact spot you let it and thanked the man a hundred times for his help. « No worries, I have three cats myself » he laughed.

You were about to leave when he noticed that he forgot to give you the tart. « Miss, wait! » he stopped you, gently grabbing your wrist. « You forgot this and please take this as well ». In his hand was the food bag and an umbrella. You tried to politely decline the offer but he insisted, saying the pie would go to waste otherwise. You blushed a little, profusely thanked him and went to catch the bus.

The umbrella was a blessing and you thought that, maybe, he was an angel who helped to make your day better. You would have to return it to him as soon as possible and ask him about the stray kitten. You didn’t even know his name…

Finally, the bus appeared and you jumped inside it. Sitting comfortably, you put your hands inside your jacket’s pockets when your fingers came across a paper that wasn’t there before. Intrigued, you pulled it out to see what it was. Handwritten on it was a phone number with a message: « Please call me so I can give you news of your furry friend — Minho Lee ». A weird little drawing was next to it, it looked like a strange face. You giggled. Lee Minho. Here was the name of your helper. Your heart felt warm at the idea of him taking care of the cat and got you happy the whole ride.

✧✧✧

« Where the hell are you running to ? » asked your coworker. « I have an appointment! » You half screamed while heading to the exit. It was the end of your schedule and one thing kept you going the whole day: you were going to see the kitten. You waved them goodbye, your bag in one hand, Minho’s umbrella in the other.

Last night, you did call him. It was kind of awkward at first and very polite, until you heard his cats meowing, asking for their food. Minho seemed a bit overwhelmed and couldn’t keep up with your small talk. He apologized and hang up. Few days passed and you had exchanged some messages with the café worker. He sent you a picture of a cardboard shelter he made, where you could see some old blankets, milk and food, then some messages to plan your meeting. He also reassured you saying that your friend wasn’t cold anymore but its mom hadn’t showed up. You were worriedly looking at your screen when you received another text from Minho.

| minho lee: fluffy boy is waiting for you!

A picture was attached to it. It was kinda blurry, the kitten was probably moving around, but you could see the orange and white fur of it which looked like a cotton ball. Asking for the man’s help had been the best idea. After 40 minutes, you finally arrived to destination. A panel with the word « closed » was hanging on the front door. Getting closer of the glass you used your hands as a shield to look inside. Minho was actively sweeping the floor but as soon as he turned around he gestured for you to come. You entered the café, once again welcomed by the bells’ symphony.

« Give me a second, I’m almost done » he asked, one finger up to emphasize his sentence.

« No problem, I’m sorry to bother at this moment of the day… »

« Yea, you’re right. You’ve been a bother from the start » he jokingly said. You looked at him and sticked your tongue out. He shook his head and rolled his eyes at your childish behavior but, deep inside, he could feel his heart beating a bit faster. It only had been less than a week since you met each other, however, he wanted to talk to you every day and felt strangely close to you. Things were still pretty formal but he could see that you were slowly opening up.

« Ok! I think everything is done! We can go. » he stated, both of his hands on his hips, looking around as a last check.

« Where are we going already ? » you gently asked, following him as you were leaving the place. « To Sondonri association. It’s where I let the kitten. Its mom didn’t show up and it was visibly loosing weight… » he closed the door and went to the parking behind the shop. « I would have kept it with me if I wasn’t so busy with work… » this last sentence was more of a murmur and you could see a wrinkle on his forehead. He had been worried.

You took place on the passenger seat while the brown haired boy was starting the car to drive you to destination. During the trip, you talked about your day and he also told you that the association you were going to was the same one where he adopted his three cats (or his sons as he liked to call them). Soon enough, you were in front of the association… which was closed.

« Wait ? What time is… Oh… », his mouth was forming a small cercle, letting his bunny teeth slightly showing. Minho was clearly dumbfounded as he looked at the hour on his watch. It was passed 7:30pm.

« Don’t tell me you didn’t check the opening hours ? » you looked at him, half laughing, half sarcastic but the man was remaining silent.

« It happens to the best of us, ok ? I was s-sure it was closing at 8! » he stuttered, hopelessly trying to defend himself. He frowned and his ears were turning red, embarrassed by the situation and you couldn’t help but laugh. You put a compassionate hand on his shoulder.

« Yea sure. » you rolled your eyes. « But I owe you one, so why don’t we go eat somewhere ? ». Your offer seemed to surprise him and the redness of his ears was spreading through his cheeks. You couldn’t really tell tho, the dusky light distorting his real skin tone. « Exactly, so be more respectful. » Minho scoffed and you gently pushed him with your shoulder. He flashed you a mischievous grin and you realized how handsome he was. Of course, you noticed that since day one. Still, the more you learnt to know him, the more you found him beautiful inside and out. You especially liked his funny and devoted personality, as well as his cat like eyes, his manly hands (they seemed really soft!) and his li-… Wait a minute. Your thoughts were running a bit too wild and your friend was looking at you, confused by your sudden change of emotion. You made him turn over to go back to the car, which he followed not without a hint of hesitation and asking on where you were going to have a diner. But honestly, you had no idea… You ended up going to the closest konbini, eating ramyeon at the store, drinking and enjoying the evening. You discovered that he had a sweet spot for pudding.

« Pudding ? Really ? »

« What ? Is it that weird for a man to like sweet things ? » he side eyed you, still eating his desert with a pout.

« I don’t know, you work at a café. I was expecting something else, I guess ».

« Maybe but sometimes simple things are the best » Minho stated with a proud face. And he was right. This evening was pretty simple. You both here, eating and talking about your lives, learning to know each other, talking about your furry friend. It truly was the best.

« Are you sure you don’t want me to drive you home ? » he offered for the nth time.

« Yes, don’t worry. I’m not really far. » you reassured him even if he wasn’t completely ok with it.

« Mmh… Fine. But send me a text, you know, just to be sure you didn’t get into a weird situation or something. ». The brown haired man was intensely staring at you, as a warning. « I promise ».

As soon as you arrived, you kept your words.

| you: im still alive!

| minho: ugh, guess I will have to bear with you a bit longer then

| you: meanie…

| minho: :p

Removing, your jacket and putting your bag on the coffee table, you realized that you totally forgot to return his umbrella. Thankfully, you were seeing each other at the association tomorrow and, this time, you would be able to see the rescued cat.

| you: at which hour tomorrow ? and, please, dont mess it up this time

| minho: tch! you loved spending time with me!

His words made your heart flutter, it was true. You really enjoyed your time together.

| minho: let’s say around 11am, sounds good for you ?

| you: perfect! see you tomorrow then, good night!

| minho: g’night y/n

This night, you could barely sleep. Your head was filled with his face, his smile, his voice calling your name… Holding your pillow tight, you tossed it aside while facing the feeling, a sweet feeling blooming in your heart.

✧✧✧

You were awake at 7 this morning, too excited to keep sleeping. What was happening to you ? Getting over excited like a teenager. You were impatient to see the kitten, you hoped it was in a better shape than the last time you saw it. You were also impatient to see Minho. Where you having a crush ?… Uh. Definitely. The ringtone of your phone startled you.

| minho: yo y/n ! you up ?

You hastily took the phone and answered.

| you: yup! Slept well ?

| minho: woaaa, you answered faster than usual. can’t wait to see kitty cat ?

His comment made you blush a little. Thank god he wasn’t there or he would have teased you for that.

| you: yes :( it’s like my baby

| minho: i understand, felt the same for my sons. ok, let’s meet at the association then, see you

At 10am, you were more than ready to go and arrived even a bit in advance. Now that it was broad daylight, you could see many dogs behind the fences, enjoying their time outside. Some people were there to adopt some of the animals, others were probably caretakers. You were absorbed by the scenery, when you felt that weird feeling telling you someone was watching you. When you turned around, a smily Minho was there.

« You truly are impatient to see the cat » he said while walking up to you.

« What about it ? Are you jealous I don’t give you the same attention ? » you teased. « Hmm, maybe ». He passed next to you as you were stunned by his words. Quickly coming back to your senses you followed him inside.

You were welcomed by two women and one of them seemed to know the brown haired man pretty well.

« Minho! It’s good to see you! How is the café going ? Are your parents fine ? And your cats ? » she asked with a soothing voice. She was middle-aged and exhaled literal kindness, the type of perfect mom you see in series. « Everything is going great, thank you so much. I came with my friend to see the kitten I brought early this week ». He stepped aside so he could properly introduce you to the women. « Oh my! You’re the lady who saved this baby. Thank you for your help, I can’t imagine what would have happened to it if you didn’t help it… » she shook her head, picturing the worst. « Come, I will bring you to it » the woman gestured for you to go with her, which you did.

You entered a room which probably was a nursery. Lots of kitten were sleeping or playing together but, as soon as your eyes landed on its white and orange fur, you could tell that it was your cat. You gasped and repeatedly tapped on Minho’s arm. He sighed at your behavior but he was truly amused by it.

« Can I go see it ? » you politely ask to the worker. « Of course! Be careful of the other ones, they might want to climb on you » she prevented. And she was right. As soon as you crouched down, some of the cats hide behind the cat trees or boxes, while some others were really curious. They were sniffing your clothes, trying to climb on your legs and you decided to sit down so you could be more stable. Unfortunately, the rescued kitten seemed too scared to come close.

Your friend joined you and tried to lure the cat with a toy. Moving it close to it, the colored feathers of the stick seemed to catch its attention. You could see its pupils getting rounder, its small body ready to jump and lightly wiggling. It attacked the toy and did it again.

« What are you doing ? » you asked when Minho started to move the feathers closer to you. « Shh, just trust me ». You weren’t so sure of his tactics until it paid off. The cotton ball was happily playing with the toy on your legs, biting its feathers and trying to catch it with its claws. You heart melted at the view of it. It had gained weight since the last time you saw it, you could tell that it was happy and healthy. « It truly worked! ». Your friend looked at you with a smug face and leaned towards you. You felt his fingers brushing over yours, chill going down your spine and it created an eye contact. You were both staring at each other, Minho’s gaze trailing along your face features until he quickly removed his hand. « S-sorry, I didn’t realize we were that closed » he apologized with a sheepish look. « It’s fine! » you almost squeaked that sentence and swore in your mind for being so easy to read. The brown haired boy acted as if nothing happened, still playing with the kitten. However, his ears betrayed him once again because of their bright red color.

You kept playing a bit more with the cats before you had to go back home.

You both thanked the workers and told them you would come back soon.

Once outside, you stretched and sighed in content. « Fuzzy seems happy ! Did you see how playful it is ? It was adorable ! » you were toddling gently and humming.

« Fuzzy ? » you friend raised an eyebrow. « Yes, the kitten. » you replied. « That’s plain as fuck. » he deadpanned. « Did I ask ? » you turned around to face him with challenging eyes. « Maybe you should have ».

Your faces were now so close that you could feel his breath on your cheeks. Heart racing, palms getting moist and you still couldn’t look away, totally captivated by his gaze. Oh, you looked gorgeous to him and the contact you made earlier this day made his stomach tingle in the most delicious way. Too busy looking at Fuzzy, you didn’t even notice how Minho gave you all his attention, how he loved seeing all your facial expressions, how he loved your laugh, your face, your curves. He was getting greedy. Greedy to be part of your life and be able to be just as close as you were right now or even more.

You gulped and created a diversion. « Here. Your umbrella ! I forgot to give it back to you last time ».

Minho looked at it and took it, brushing your hand in the process. The shivers were back. « Thanks Y/N, glad it helped you. But you still owe me. »

« What ? I paid for last time dinner ! » you protested, crossing your arms in front of your chest. A mischievous smile was adorning the man’s face. « A bit weak for someone who saved your kitten and gave you his umbrella. ». He was expecting and, gullible, you fell into his trap.

« Hmph. What do you want from me Lee Minho ? » you asked, suspicious. « I’m going to think about it. » he then headed towards the bus stop you previously used. Running after him, you called his name but he wasn’t answering. He didn’t want to break the game he was putting in place.

✧✧✧

Days went by and you still didn’t know what he wanted. He teased you a lot about it, saying you had to be kind and obedient until he would find out. Except, that you weren’t.

You grew to know each other more deeply, you crush for him getting stronger and often came to visit him to spend time together such as: visiting your furry friend or just wondering around the city after work. This evening was no exception to the rule as you were walking along the river.

« I’m still waiting for my penalty ».

« A penalty ? » he sneered « You mean the price of your debt, right ? ». You sticked your tongue out and nudged him. « Come on. There must be something. »

Minho stopped and you bumped into him. « What the… »

« There is something. » he announced. You rubbed your lightly bruised nose and asked « Spill it! Why are you being so secretive ? ».

« You would grant me anything ? » his face was totally serious and you didn’t know if you had to laugh or be scared right now. « If by granting, you mean being your servant for the rest of my life, that’s an absolute no ». He broke into a smile before answering « No, silly. It’s something else. »

« Just say it, Minho ! » you sighed. « Is a kiss too much ? », his voice was soft and he tried to keep his composure despite his heart beating so hard he was afraid you could hear it. You felt your blood rushing to your cheeks. Did you hear that well ? You were used to his jokes and you could tell when he wasn’t playing. And he wasn’t. Too startled to speak, you simply nodded, holding your breath in anticipation. Minho stepped closer, a brand new glow shining in his beautiful eyes. His hand traveled to cup your face, his gaze glued to your lips. « I need an answer, Y/N. Is a kiss too much ? ». You whined. Why was he like this ? « Kiss me already, Lee Minho. » He tenderly smirked and closed the gap between you. He first kissed your cheeks as you were putting your arms around his waist. He then went to the corner of your mouth, teasing you till the last second before you could fully feel his lips on yours. It felt warm and soft, just like taking a nap in a sunny room or savoring the sweetest delicacy.

You pushed your body against his and deepened your kiss. You would never get tired of this and you could feel the emotions, that you diligently took care of, were fully blooming into your stomach. You both stopped to catch your breath, Minho still cupping your face, his forehead resting against yours. You felt at peace with him. « You’re a good kisser Y/N Y/L/N» he stated, brushing his nose with yours. « What made you even doubt of it ? ». He laughed and laced his fingers with yours. « Let’s head home ».

During the way back, you both couldn’t stop looking at each other, smiling like idiots and kissing from time to time. You loved it, feeling like you were falling in love for the first time again.

« Here we are », Minho had walked you home and was about to part way when you held him back, grabbing his jacket. « Do you want to s-sleep here ? » you offered. His eyes widened a bit but his actions spoke for himself when he entered your apartment, a tender smile on his face.

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The next day, your eyes were welcomed by a sleepy Minho next to you. You caressed his bare back before preparing breakfast. You didn’t have much at your house and tried to make it as good as possible. When he woke up, his hair were all messy and he was walking with his eyes half-closed. « Morning » he said with a raspy voice. « Hi ». Wow. How did you manage to pull a man like him and be able to call him yours ? Wait. Was he even yours ? You didn’t clearly talk about your feelings or what you wanted to do next. Realization made you a bit gloomy but it was soon soothed by Minho’s kiss on the top of your head.

« Are we going to see Fuzzy today ? » he asked.

« Yes and… You know what ? I’m going to adopt it. » you were determined. After all, you had created a special bond with this cat since day one and it was thank to that very same cat that you met this amazing boy. « It’s about time ! » he sarcastically answered.

« But, before we go, I will have to go home and change. » the brown haired man stood up and started to pack his things. « I can accompany you, if you want » you were about to follow him when he stopped you. « No take your time and meet me to Sondonri when you’re ready » another kiss, « Thank you for the breakfast. » and he left.

Two hours later, you were in front of the association and your boyfriend (?) was nowhere to be seen.

| you: where r u ?

| minho ♡: come inside

When you entered, Minho was talking to one of the worker at the front desk. He gently grabbed your hand before inviting you to tell your request.

« Good morning, I would like to adopt a kitten. »

« I guess it’s for the little male you kept visiting ? » the man asked, « One second please ». He was looking through the files of his computer when he started to frown. « I’m so sorry miss but it seems that it has been adopted earlier… ». You felt your heart sinking. « What ? Are you su-… ». You couldn’t finish your sentence that Minho let go your hand to join the middle-aged women you had seen multiple times. She was handing him a little ball of white and orange fur. Fuzzy ! You almost ran up to him, your vision getting blurry because of your tears. « Is… Is it the right cat ? » your throat was tight, waiting. « Yes and it’s all yours. I made the necessary steps before you arrived » he said, visibly satisfied by your reaction. Happy tears were rolling down your cheeks as you were patting the kitten’s head. Minho bowed a little and whispered « I like you, Y/N ». Half giggling, half crying, all you could say was « I thought you would never say it. ». He chuckled and softly hugged you, not to crush the small fluffy boy.

You could tell the the kitten had found his new home, just as you found one in Minho.

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convexicalcrow · 7 days

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"How's that big salmon stuff going these days?" Cub asked. He had stopped by the farm to ask him about custom fireworks, and noticed the wide, deep river that now separated his farm from xB's place.

"Oh, it's going wonderfully, Cub. See this river? They're very happy with it, I can assure you," Beef said.

"Salmon wanting a river, that's hardly a surprise," Cub said.

Beef chuckled to himself. "Well, no, though I still don't really know why they wanted it, though. Maybe it was just to look pretty. And they are fish, after all."

Cub shrugged. "Yeah, I know that feeling."

"Did I heard you'd started covering your base with skulk? How's that working out for you?" Beef said. "Not possessed again, are we?"

"Pfft, nah, it just looks better than the grass, that's all. Makes all the bright colours stand out," Cub said.

"Sure, sure," Beef said.

"Just like you're not taking orders from a fish, hey?" Cub said.

Beef laughed this time. "I guess we both know what that kind of thing's like. Not that there's anything weird going on with the salmon. I just do what I'm told, and they wanted a river, so. I got False to make me one."

"No, of course not. Nothing weird going on here," Cub said. "We just do as we're told. The rewards make it worth it."

"Yeah, something like that," Beef said.

"Anyway, about those fireworks..."

Beef crouched by the river once Cub was gone, thinking. The salmon filled the river, the only fish he could see in the water. Something about them memerised him, watching their glistening bodies move effortlessly through the water.

Who'd have thought an offhand comment would lead to this? Not Beef. But stranger things had happened, so whatever. And if it helped him and Skizz go up against Doc and his sand nonsense, well. The solidarity was nice.

This wasn't...

Something about Cub had got him thinking, though. He wasn't- possessed, was he? No, that can't be it. Possessed was what Cub was, with the skulk. Not- no, you definitely couldn't be possessed by Big Salmon. Definitely not.

And yet, the question remained at the tip of his tongue, almost daring him to ask it. Perhaps he was in too deep. But what did it matter now? Big Salmon would take care of him.

Cub felt the echoes of something in the water as he swam across. He saw the salmon and smiled, thinking nothing more of them. If Beef wanted to serve some fish, well. That was his decision to make. He wasn't any different, right? He wasn't possessed by the skulk this time. It was different. There'd be no need to call on Pix and False to splash him with every potion known to the world to cure him.

But the skulk still whispered. Cub was scared of it at first. Wardens were dangerous creatures, and he'd decided to mine straight into an ancient city. He felt that was not a random act. The skulk had drawn him in, for reasons unknown, and now he was in their thrall again.

He'd been afraid of that, to be honest. Knew all along they were lurking, waiting, lying dormant until the right moment. Perhaps now was the right moment, he thought, as he continued to spread skulk across the grass, watching it shrivel and die as the skulk took over. It spread a silent darkness across his base, one that made the base feel much more ominous.

Why was that important? Cub didn't know. Didn't question it. Continued to simply harvest all the skulk from the ancient city and spread it up here instead. As if he was bringing it to life out here. And, sure, placing it seemed fine, but he'd felt the sheer joy when he'd spread it by killing Scar. Scar had felt it too. They didn't mind killing each other for sport anyway, so it was fine. It was fun to see how far it spread.

Cub thought about Beef's river. Beef thought about the salmon. False cradled her rivers safely in her briefcase. Gem did her best to hide the horrors that lay under the water in her base. Grian had never been the same since the fishing took hold. Maybe....

Beef stared at the river. Reached down to touch the water, felt one of the salmon nip at his fingers as if it was expecting food. He offered it some meat from his farm, numb to the sight of it feeding from his hands, tearing the flesh apart.

Maybe- Maybe Cleo was right. Maybe there's something about the water this season. Or-

Cub sunk his fingers into the skulk, sighing in relief as the skulk brought him radiant calm. Yes. Yes. The skulk whispered. Cub closed his eyes. Gasped at the vision the skulk sent him of how his base will look. Smiled as Scar killed him, his life sacrificed to the skulk as it snaked out around him, spreading further and further. All would be skulk. All will be skulk. He would make sure of that.

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I'm still on the soulmate au so can you do the tattoo one with Steve :)

I love soulmate AUs honestly...nothing makes me happier.

Heaven Help Us - Steve Harrington

Summary: You go to the video store to rent a movie and you come away with a soulmate.

A/N: I love when soulmate AUs are all mushy but I feel like if I found my soulmate randomly I would be just like stupid over it lol. Like my brain wouldn't be able to process it at all.

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It happened the summer you turned 18. You were in the process of cleaning out your closet (something your mom insisted you had to do before you left for college in the fall), trying on different clothes to decide what you wanted to donate when you turned toward the mirror and saw it. Right there on your left rib (because why couldn’t it be in an easily discoverable place) was the outlined tattoo of a baseball bat with nails in it.

“Of fucking course,” you muttered, staring at it, trying desperately to commit the picture to memory. “It’s gotta be some weird shit.”

You figured, and then hoped and prayed it wasn’t, related to one of those weirdos that played Dungeons and Dragons all weekend long. You thought about telling your friends but then you were worried where their minds would jump if you mentioned it. They had all turned 18 already and they had their tattoos, all of them fairly mundane and normal. Your mom had told you that she didn’t meet her soulmate (your dad, of course) until she was graduated from college, living in a completely different state, thousands of miles from where she grew up.

“They might not be in Hawkins,” she had said it to you when you were still 17 and still hoping that somehow it’d be something totally mundane and normal.

This, this would not do.

By the time your tattoo showed up, Steve had already had his for six months. It was a a silhouette of a black cat and it sat right inside his tricep. He’d shown it to Robin and then, just in case, had shown it to Nancy. It wasn’t for her though and he knew that when it first appeared but he had found himself kind of wishing that it was.

Just like your mom, Robin suggested that maybe his soulmate wasn’t even in Hawkins, maybe they were halfway around the world staring at a tattoo of hairspray (that comment didn’t go over well) and wondering who their soulmate was. Steve desperately wanted it to be someone he knew though, or at least someone here. He didn’t wanna go halfway around the world. He didn’t even want to leave Indiana.

“Excuse me?” You waved your hand in Steve Harrington’s face, a last-ditch effort to catch his attention. He was just staring into space, watching the television that was mounted above one of the displays showing some cartoon.

“What?” Steve looked over at you, slightly startled, and then ran a hand through his hair. You wanted to roll your eyes at him. Of course, Steve Harrington hadn’t changed a bit since he was in school.

“I was asking you a question; do you guys have Heaven Help Us?” You asked, “I looked under H but I didn’t see it.”

“Uh yeah, I think someone returned it yesterday,” He announced, stepping away from you for a moment. When he did, you couldn’t help but notice the tattoo on his arm. His sleeve had ridden up enough that you could see part of the cat and thought fondly of your own black cat, no doubt asleep on your bed.

“I like your tattoo, by the way.” You mentioned, pointing to it.

Steve looked down at his sleeve, lifting it the rest of the way so you could see the tattoo more clearly before pulling it down and looking at you, “It’s my uh, mark.” He felt cheesy calling it a soulmate mark but that’s exactly what it was. It was supposed to be his soulmate detector but so far it’d done nothing but bring up duds. He’d gone on plenty of dates and still he hadn’t found his soulmate.

“Reminds me of my cat.” You explained, subconsciously itching at the mark on your ribcage.

“Can I see your mark?” Steve asked immediately, the movie forgotten and his full attention on you as he stared at the spot you were itching. He’d heard about that before, his dad had told him how badly his leg itched when he met Steve’s mom for the first time. Supposedly it was a reaction that happened for some people but not everyone. (Steve was starting to wish that the rules for this soulmate stuff could be a lot more universal but it felt more like things were all over the place).

“What? Why?” You crossed your arms in front of yourself.

“You said this looks like your cat.”

“So what? I’m sure it looks like twelve other people’s cats too. Just cause a blue silhouette of a cat vaguely resembles my cat doesn’t mean we’re soulmates.” You replied, defensively. No way you were strapped with Steve Harrington. Sure he was cute, and funny, and you, like everyone else in middle school, had a crush on him at one point but that was then. You didn’t like like Steve Harrington. You weren’t even really friends.

“Well twelve other people haven’t told me that it looks llike their cat and you keep scratching your side like it itches and that means something.”

“Yeah, I have an itch.”

“Come on,” Steve leaned further onto the counter, “one and done. Just pull up your shirt and let me see. If it isn’t than it isn’t and at least we narrowed it down and if it is...” Steve trailed off, not entirely sure what he wanted to say about it.

“It’s probably not.” There were too many crazy things that happened in Hawkins on the daily, you couldn’t fathom that this could be one too.

“What if it is?” Steve pressed, eyes flicking between your shirt over your ribcage to your eyes, looking eager and somewhat interested in the possibility that it could be what he thought it was, what you thought it might be.

You sighed, unzipping your jacket and pushing it aside, “fine.” Carefully, you lifted your shirt up to just above the tattoo on your side, “this is stupid though, Steve, we’re definitely not soul mates.”

“How do you know?” He questioned, “have you met your soulmate yet?”

“No.” Honestly it was disheartening, knowing that somewhere in the universe another person existed who was your perfect match and you were here, in Hawkins, still doing the same shit day in and day out.

You gripped the bottom of your shirt and slowly pulled it up. Your soulmate was probably the member of some deadly motorcycle gang. A Hell’s Angel or a Pagan and you would somehow have to get used to riding around on the back of a hog even though you panicked just driving in a regular car with the windows down. Maybe they’d be like, an axe murderer or someone with an equally terrible disposition.

“No fucking way, no fucking way!” Steve seemed fairly animated about the whole thing and still your brain couldn’t process what that possibly meant. “That’s my bat!”

Your reaction time was slow, processing what he was telling you. Maybe it wasn’t the most complicated of sentences but the thought of Steve Harrington owning a baseball bat with nails sticking out of it.

“Are you also going to tell me that you abduct people on the weekends or something?” You asked skeptically as you raised an eyebrow at him.

That seemed to bring Steve back down to earth, “it’s a uh, it’s a long story. But, but that’s...I mean. I can show you. It’s in my car.”

“You have a baseball bat with nails in it just...in your trunk? Why? In case someone upsets you?” You asked, holding back a laugh.

“No, but, how are you focusing on that right now? We’re soulmates.”

“That part is gonna take a little longer to process,” you admitted, “I mean, to be fair, I came in to rent a movie...I wasn’t expecting to like, meet my soulmate,” the word sounded foreign as you said it. You’d spent weeks thinking it over and over and wondering who it could be, if they were in Hawkins or somewhere else, and now you were staring at him and you couldn’t even process the information. “Much less that it’d be Steve Harrington.”

“I mean,” he shrugged, “I wasn’t expecting it either.”

“I don’t even...know what to do.” You replied, “like what happens now? Do we like, do we go on a date or something.”

“We can, but I’m not watching Heaven Help Us.” He replied, making a face at the mention of the movie.

“It’s a good movie!”

“Look, if we’re soulmates I’ve gotta level with you. That’s a terrible movie.”

“If we’re soulmates there’s a plethora of things I could say about your taste Steve.” You replied, raising an eyebrow at him.

He looked like he wanted to say something but he smiled instead, “fine, Heaven Help Us it is. But we’re watching Jaws after that.”

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good boy — jonathan byers

summary: you confront jonathan after a rumor you heard and this goes way better than he expected

pairing: jonathan byers x fem!cheerleader!reader

word count: 3.2K

warnings/what to expect: SMUT 18+ (MINORS DNI), popular/loser trope, making out, semi-public sex (photography club classroom), lots of dirty talk, teasing, oral (m and f receiving), pussydrunk!jonathan, perv!jonathan, stalker!jonathan, vaginal fingering, slight dom/sub (dom!reader/sub!jonathan), voyeurism, exhibitionism, multiple female orgasms, nudes, pet names (mostly good boy), very slight degradation, kinda brat/brat-taming but not really, gif is not mine!

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That day, you and Jonathan Byers were all the other students could talk about. Two completely different people somehow had a connection. Something that linked the most popular girl in school to one of the biggest weirdos out there.

Apparently, he has a very creepy crush and/or obsession with you. A group of jocks were calling him names and one of them had the idea of smacking his portafolio out of his hands, making it fall to the ground. Tons of pictures of you fell from the portafolio and he very unsuccessfully tried to keep them out of the jocks' view. Of course they were able to see them, managing to grab a few from the ground before Jonathan could do anything about it.

It was you smiling brightly at the crowd right after finishing a cheerleading routine. You laughing next to your car with a group of your friends in the school's parking lot. There were even photos of you outside of school, which evidently was creepy considering you never hung out with Jonathan Byers. He has no reason to have photos of you, especially outside of school.

The rumor spread fairly quickly, meaning every student was aware that this weirdo has photos of you.

You'd heard random people talking about it, saying how weird he was for doing something like that. Your friends reminded you that you needed to do something before it got real dangerous, claiming he was definitely a stalker (some even claimed he's definitely a serial killer).

But you weren't as upset as you should be. Yeah, it's weird. Yeah, he shouldn't be taking photos of you and keeping them to himself without your permission. But...deep down, you were intrigued.

You didn't know he had it in him. You never expected shy-looking Jonathan Byers to be chasing you around town to see what you were doing. To have so many pictures of you to stare at...it was kind of exciting.

Your friends would kill you for thinking like this. That the idea of him wanting you so bad he just has to follow you around and keep pictures of you might turn you on just a little bit. They would think you're insane for actually enjoying the idea of having Jonathan as your stalker.

To your luck, you were running a little late that day, which meant the halls were relatively empty when you spotted him walking outside the photography club. He didn't notice you were there until he turned, his behavior immediately changing the moment he saw you walking towards him.

He was nervous, standing there like a lost little puppy while he tried not to make eye contact with you. He has the audacity to follow you around, yet crumbles to pieces the second he sees you in school? You shouldn't be enjoying that little detail so much.

"Hey," you said like it was nothing. Like you aren't talking to the guy that has a concerning amount of photos with your face on them.

"H–Hey," he mutters, barely able to look at you.

"I'll be honest with you, Jonathan," you started, crossing your arms across your chest. He gulped, expecting you to start insulting him or something for all the rumors. "You're weird. Taking photos of another person without their knowledge is weird– but, oddly enough, I'm not as mad as I should be."

"You...are not?"

"No," you shake your head. "I actually think it's kind of flattering."

"Flattering?" he says in complete disbelief, not able to look away from you when you grab the doorknob of the door right behind him. You open it, gently pushing Jonathan inside.

"You're not busy, are you?"

He shakes his head.

"Is there anyone coming to this room any time soon?"

He shakes his head again, which made you smile because everything was going according to plan. You turn around to lock the door, meeting the curious gaze of Jonathan Byers. "What are you doing?" he dared to ask.

"It's just for privacy...not like you care much about that, anyway," you replied sarcastically, which made him look away from you. "Relax, it's a joke! I said I was flattered. However, I wonder...why take photos of me?"

He realized you were expecting an answer, but he didn't know what to say. It was clear to you that he was very nervous, which only encouraged you to continue.

"Why take so many pictures just of me?"

Jonathan was blushing at this point, avoiding looking at you at all times. He was embarrassed and you loved it. "Don't make me say it..." he mutters.

"Oh, but I'll have to make you if you don't," was your reply, which totally caught him by surprise judging by the look on his face. "I want to hear it from you."

"I–I took them because...because I like you."

"Like me?" you repeated. "But you don't even know me," you added, faking a very innocent-sounding voice.

"I know, but...I mean, you're popular. I feel like I know you at least a little bit..."

"Or maybe you feel like you know me so well because you like to follow me around town?"

Once again, he was silent. You were enjoying this a little too much. To bring the stalker down by reminding him how much of a perv he is. There was a brief pause before you finally blurted out, "Have you touched yourself while looking at them?"

He looked mortified. "What?! I..."

You move closer, which made him take a step back, bumping into a desk that prevented him from creating more distance between the two of you. And he could've moved. He would have escaped you if he really wanted, but he simply stood there as you moved to be right in front of him.

"You like seeing my face when you're jerking off?" you asked further. "To imagine you're about to cum on my mouth rather than a piece of paper?"

"Shit– I...I don't know–"

"Come on, Jon," you interrupted in a sweet voice. "Wouldn't you love to cum in my mouth?"

"I– yes. Yes, I'd like that."

You grinned. He's been broken.

"Do you think about that when you masturbate?" you insisted, trying very hard not to kiss him already.

"Yes," he finally replied.

"Good boy," you quickly said, leaning closer as both of your arms wrapped around his neck.

You could feel his trembling hands resting at your sides the moment you kissed him. It was easy to tell Jonathan was still very nervous, so you move a hand to his hair and tangle your fingers in it, pulling just slightly. That earned you a positive reaction, so it encouraged you to do it again.

He opened his mouth just enough so your tongue could reach his, deepening the kiss. Your bodies are pressed now, and you could feel his bulge growing already.

As you continued to make out, your hands traveled to the first button of his short-sleeved shirt, starting to make your way down until you opened it entirely and removed it from his pants, fingers tracing up and down his newly exposed chest before reaching further down to grab his belt.

You pull away and immediately get on your knees, enjoying the way Jonathan couldn't seem to keep his eyes away from you, almost hypnotized by your every move. To be completely fair with him, he couldn't have known this would be happening- ever.

People like you never turn to look at people like him. You could have any other person that you wanted, someone much more interesting and less awkward than him. He's just the weird kid that walks around with a camera and can't seem to keep a single friend. You are the head cheerleader everyone adores. Why would you ever be interested in him?

But now he's locked in a room with you when both of you should be in class, and you're on your knees right in front of him. It's like a dream come true.

You leave tiny kisses on his lower stomach, earning a few soft moans from him that were just music to your ears. He's so cute, even when he's about to get his dick sucked. Never breaking eye contact, you start to unbuckle his belt before focusing on removing his pants and boxers.

A louder moan escapes his mouth when you grab his cock and start pumping him in a slow rhythm, enjoying seeing his reaction whenever your hand would move up and down. Then, your fingers focused exclusively on his tip, gently brushing against him as you see his frustration growing because you're not touching him properly.

"What's wrong?" you asked, as if you didn't have a clue why he looked so frustrated.

"Please..."

"What is it?" you insisted. "You'll have to use your words, Jon."

"I want to feel your mouth on me."

You grinned, not wanting to waste your chance to tease him even further. "And where do you want my mouth, baby?"

Jonathan sighed, visibly about to lose it, but deep down he was enjoying the things you'd say to him before encouraging him to keep talking too. "On my dick," he eventually says, all flustered as his cheeks turn a darker shade of red.

"That's my good boy."

You're not sure if the sound that left Jonathan's mouth was due to the fact that you said he's your good boy, or because you licked the length of his dick before you put it inside your mouth.

One of his hands moved to the back of your head almost immediately, his hips starting to rock back and forth as you continued to bop your head, making sure to take your time teasing his tip with your tongue before taking as much of him that could fit inside your mouth.

"You look...so pretty," he compliments, watching as you suck him off so eagerly, like your life depended exclusively on pleasing him. "So pretty."

Moans would repeatedly leave his mouth while you continued to work on him. What seemed to almost make him come undone was the fact that you pulled away just so you could spit on his cock, using that as lubrication to pump him with your hand while your mouth worked once again on his tip.

You could tell he was close just by looking at him. All you could do was look at him doe-eyed, silently pleading for him to fill your mouth with his load. You needed it just as badly as him.

Eventually, he spoke again. "I'm– shit, I think I'm close..."

You let out a sound, trying to let him know there was no problem with that. It took just a few seconds before he let his loudest moan out, his cum filling your mouth. It was unthinkable to leave any drop going to waste, so you made sure to swallow it as it kept pouring inside your mouth.

When you take him out of your mouth, he leans to gently grab your face (completely contrasting with what you were just doing) to pull you into a kiss. You were surprised he was willing to kiss you after you sucked his dick, because not many guys like to do that.

Yet, Jonathan hungrily devoured your mouth with no intention of ever letting you go. His hands were resting on your ass, squeezing the flesh there. The gesture made you moan against his lips, feeling how your clothed pussy rubbed against his pants ever so slightly, enough to make you want more.

His lips found your neck as you lean your head back to give him more space. He was practically sitting on top of the desk with you on top of his leg while you craved more friction, wishing to be completely pressed against his pants.

"Can I return the favor?" you heard him ask against your neck. "Please..."

You grinned. "Yeah? You want to make me feel good now?"

"Yes, please. I'll be good, I promise."

"Oh, I don't doubt it. Is this another one of your little fantasies? Have you thought about eating me out in my cute little cheerleader uniform?"

"Fuck...all the time."

You moved back so you could look him in the eye. He was confused when he noticed you pulled away, but you could see the shift in his eyes when you gently sat on top of the desk, legs wide open for him.

He got on his knees almost immediately, and you had to keep yourself under control because you couldn't get enough of the fact that he was so eager and so willing to do absolutely anything for you.

Jonathan began kissing your inner thigh, each contact of his lips with your skin closer and closer to where you needed him the most. He looked up at you, looking so incredibly adorable as he made sure he was doing a good job.

You let out a soft moan the second you feel his lips kissing you on top of your underwear, feeling his tongue licking a single strap upwards just a second later.

He reached up to take off your underwear. "Can I take these off?" he asked before doing any other movements, as if there was a chance you'd ever say no.

You got up from the desk and took your own underwear off, knowing he would probably take his time with it and you really needed to feel his mouth against you.

"Someone's eager," he jokingly commented once you were seated again.

The comment made you grab his hair, pulling him closer to your pussy. "How about you put your mouth to a much better use?" you half-warned, not enjoying his little joke.

Jonathan didn't argue, immediately burying his face in between your legs. He was hungry and desperate, like he's been waiting for this to happen for as long as he can remember. His eagerness made you that much desperate, still pulling at his hair.

He was being loud and messy, not caring to get your juices all over him or making obscene noises as he continued eating you out. It was quite the show to see him so desperate to make you cum.

"You feel so good, Jon," you say as a way to encourage him. "I bet you've been dreaming about this, huh? To have me all to yourself with your tongue buried deep in my cunt?"

You could feel Jonathan's moans against you, the sensation making you want more of it. That's why you decided to keep talking.

"You're gorgeous, baby boy. And you're so good to me...such a good little boy, about to make me cum all over his mouth."

He started sucking on your clit hard, but it didn't feel painful in the slightest. It just encourages you to keep talking. "Look at you. A massive pervert chasing me around town, yet you fold the second I give you just a little bit of attention. It's so hot."

You practically had to hold back the scream that you almost let out when Jonathan started rapidly fingering you, two of his fingers curled and knuckle-deep inside of you, moving at an impossibly faster speed.

Jonathan continued to suck on your clit and finger the life out of you, and all you could do is moan and curse because it feels so good.

You imagined that by the time you reached your orgams he would stop, yet despite the fact that you just cum all over his fingers, he didn't stop. If anything, he was only fingering you harder.

"Jon..." you were able to let out, too stimulated and sensitive to say anything else.

"Who's folding now?" he asked as soon as he pulled away from your clit.

"Asshole," you mutter right before another moan comes out of your mouth.

"Am I your good little boy or am I an asshole? Make up your mind."

"Fucking shut up," you simply replied, feeling your second orgams rapidly approaching.

Once again, you thought he would stop. That when he noticed your pussy clenching around his fingers and your legs closing shut he would leave you alone. But he didn't. He continued to finger you like you haven't already cumed two times in a row. You tried to get him to stop, but his fingers were still inside of you and his tongue was once again playing with your extremely sensitive clit.

"Jonathan, please..." you had to beg in between wimpers, but he wasn't pulling away. "I'm too...oh, fuck fuck fuck!" you blurted out, feeling yet another orgasm spreading across your entire body. You really didn't know how much of this you were able to tolerate. The pleasure was just too much, and you doubted your body could handle a fourth orgasm. You practically had to pull him by his hair and close your legs shut so he could give you a break. If he wanted to get back at you for what you said earlier, he definitely did by now.

He finally decided to let you rest, standing up to give you a kiss instead. Once again you were surprised by his duality. He was holding your hips so delicately, kissing you so gently...he looks nothing like the guy hungrily eating you out just seconds ago.

You accepted his kiss almost immediately, hands tracing up and down his chest as you two continued to make out, this time much more gentle than before.

Suddenly remembering something, you pulled away from him. He was confused, watching you reach out to grab your backpack that was on the table too. "I almost forgot," you said, grinning when you found what you were looking for and handing it to him. "I got you a little gift."

Jonathan waited for you to reveal what was the gift you were talking about, looking at the white envelope with his name written outside with curiosity. He looked at you for a few seconds before opening it, his eyes widening when he realized what was inside.

"I thought you'd like those type of photos a little bit more," you commented, watching him go through each and every single one of them, scanning your naked body and appreciating all the poses you did for him.

"A little?" he asked, amused.

You noticed he was getting hard just looking at the pictures, so you gently grabbed his dick again to slowly stroke him, earning a positive reaction from him. You continued to jerk him off while he looked at more of those pictures.

"I'm glad you like them," you started, finally letting him go as you stood up from your spot on the desk. "They can help you out with your little situation."

"But..." he started, confused as to why you're putting your panties back on when you were just helping him get fully hard again.

"What, you want my help?" you interrupted. "Next time try not to tell so many jokes and maybe I'll stick around to help you."

"That's not...it's not fair."

"I don't care," you replied, grabbing your stuff before you walked closer to him to give him a quick kiss. "Enjoy your photos."

Without giving him time to reply, you walked over to the door and unlocked it before walking outside the photography club. You knew Jonathan would probably have to stay there a few more minutes with your photos to get rid of his erection, and you really hope he figures out what to do before someone finds him in that room, completely naked and holding very inappropriate pictures of you.

You enjoyed playing with Jonathan so much, you cannot wait to have your stalker all to yourself again.

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March 1815

What a delightful night!

It was an honor being invited to one of the famous Jane Austen balls, and Aziraphale wanted to take advantage of every minute he could spend in the presence of the great writer and her friends. He was in such a good mood, he was ready to perform some miracles if he got the chance to catch some humans pining for each other. He could feel love in the air.

Everyone was wearing their best attire and the whole mansion was decorated in the most exquisitely, and don’t even make Aziraphale start about the buffet! The canapés had been provided by a very talented chef that sometimes cooked even for the Queen of England herself.

Jane was an awesome host and Aziraphale was glad they managed to become good friends, as she walked with him in the big ballroom, whispering rumors in his ear about people Aziraphale never heard about before.

Everything was perfect and no one thing was weird or out of place.

At least until he noticed that his friend got distracted by someone on the other side of the room. He followed her gaze as Jane and a man exchanged a brief nod. One second later, the man had already disappeared, but not fast enough for Aziraphale to miss his yellow eyes.

The angel excused himself and moved quickly, walking in the direction where the man disappeared. Of course, there was no trace of the other, at least until he reached the door that led to the garden.

“Angel…”

Crowley was leaning against the wall. He was wearing a black elegant dress that complimented his slim figure, his eyes were twinkling with mischief and his lips were stretched in a smirk.

“You!” Aziraphale commented, while lightly punching the demon on his shoulder “What the hell are you doing here? I forbid you to tempt my friend Jane in any way”

Crowley laughed “Angel, dear, she needs no tempting…”

It was already weird that Jane and Crowley knew each other, but this reply was even stranger.

Aziraphale was so lost in his thoughts, wondering why two beings that seemed so different from each other could be close (seriously a demon and a writer who was considered the queen of romance and parties) that he didn’t realize Crowley had moved.

The demon was bowing with one of his arms extended, as if he was asking Aziraphale to hold his hands.

“I know you love silly dances, so would you like to give me a dance?”

Aziraphale felt his cheeks getting warmer and redder, and he couldn’t understand if it was for embarrassment or delight. He turned his head around, and only when he was sure all the guests were inside, he took Crowley’s hand and moved closer.

The music could be clearly heard from the inside and soon the angel started performing the right moves without missing a bit, while Crowley, well… Aziraphale didn’t know why he asked him to dance when it was so obvious, he had no idea what he was doing and probably it was the first time attempting at cotillon dancing. At least they didn’t have to be too close and therefore no feet got hurt.

Still, the air of the beginning of spring was chilly and it would have been nice, standing close to someone else…

When the song ended, they were standing one in front of the other, their faces just a few centimeters apart.

Damn it, sure those yellow eyes were nice and expressive. They would have looked strange to every human, but after so many centuries, Aziraphale grow fond of them. They were so representative of Crowley.

Weirdly, when the demon took a step forward, Aziraphale didn’t move. He didn’t want to move. As their faces got even closer, the angel felt his breath stopping, anticipating something that he couldn’t even name.

Crowley moved even nearer, his face almost buried in the other’s neck.

Aziraphale closed his eyes, ready for some kind of contact; any kind of contact was going to be welcomed at that point. But nothing came.

“See you soon, angel” Crowley whispered in his ear, before retreating rapidly and crossing the garden with quick steps.

Aziraphale was left there alone, feeling incredibly silly as his heart beat way too fast for this encounter not to mean anything.

He let his hand cover his throbbing chest, before letting his finger slide down his waistcoat.

Wait a minute, there was something inside of his pocket. He didn’t put anything there, he was sure.

He reached inside with curiosity.

A diamond. The biggest diamond he had ever seen.

Damn it, he didn’t want anything stolen!

He knew the other was aware of that. He had to meet Crowley as soon as possible to give it back.

He didn’t even pretend he wasn’t excited about their future encounter.

#good omens #good omens 2 #good omens fic #crowley #aziraphale #aziracrow #ineffable husbands #fics #fanfic #jane austen #my stuff

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I think I'm the only New Yorker who doesn't hate the subway.

Don't get me wrong-- the people on here can be nuts. The delays suck. And it can be dangerous. But at the same time, they're a great spot for people-watching? And I think growing up on them taught me a lot.

When I was 13, I noticed that a lot of my peers didn't like who they saw in the mirror. They'd always talk about how social media made them feel ugly, or bad about this, that or the third. I never understood. The way I saw it, people just... looked how they looked. Pictures didn't mean we all had to be that way, too. Not to me, at least.

I was also attending a visual arts high school at the time, and I noticed a lot of students' artwork on the walls. Some of them I really liked. Others, I didn't really lock them into my memory.

So I made up a game for my one-hour commute: every day, I have to look at everybody I see around me, and just notice something them that I thought looked nice or unique. No judgments, no oogling or negative comments, that's against the rules. Just... notice. And I always found something. Didn't even have to force it; it was easy.

Pretty black hair. Hooked noses. Smile-lines. Nicely-trimmed beards. A cane with stickers on them. Intimidating leather jackets. Glasses I wanted. Stretch marks. Deep brown eyes. Cool dreads.

It made me actually notice how diverse we all were. Like, damn, we really are built different, huh.

While I was doing this, I'd also take brief notes on what they were doing. Most just sat around thinking about whatever, but sometimes I saw friend groups talking. Married couples with kids. Solo riders holding poles with an engagement-ringed hand.

Strangers who I found especially beautiful often rode the rails alone? Like this 20-30-something guy with a short black ponytail & a leather jacket that I never saw again. Or this chubby light-skinned girl who was about my age-- had long, unkempt curls, glasses, and a bunch of Studio Ghibli pins on her bag. (I saw her all the time and always thought she was really cute, but never chatted her up because I'm a coward.)

And the strangers who didn't stick out to me, they often had people who loved them. Some were married, or at least engaged, or there with a girlfriend. Some had biiiig groups of friends who I could tell in that moment probably knew & cared about them deeply. And a bunch of them were alone here, but easily could've had somebody waiting for them at home, yk? Or friends & family they were on their way to see.

And why wouldn't they? Beauty is skin-deep and subjective, in the eye of the beholder. And to see that, all I had to do was just... look around. These people probably weren't models. Or social media influencers. And other people still liked 'em.

We're not supposed to be the same. That's part of the fun of living. And we're not supposed to all fit in some weird standard box. Especially one that can't even make up its mind. I remember as a toddler & a small kid, the TV would drone on and on about needing to be thin.. But now that it was 2017, I was seeing and hearing people drool over BBWs or whatever the word was. And I figured there were more important things in life than trying to fit a swaying box that's just gonna drop you in ten years, anyway.

All subjective. Kinda like the artwork that I would see on the walls.

Some of it fascinated me. Some of it didn't. And I wasn't the only one-- my other friends found themselves captivated by different pieces, ones that I didn't think much about. They probably saw things that I didn't. And none of us had a say over how much they're worth, or how much they meant to somebody.

I'm really glad I made up that game back in the day. I think it helped it helped me maintain a good body image, and deconstruct some biases I'd been taught. It also showed me that it's really easy to just... not judge people. Closemindedness is a choice. And it's a pretty easy one to persist past & overcome.

Man. I miss those train people now. I hope that they're all doing well. Wherever they may have gone.

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detectiveichijouji · 8 months

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Case 13 - A Cat and Rat game

[AO3 version]

Maybe because of that night, things sounded weird to the group. Ken was the kind to be skeptical and way more rational than Daisuke (who’s skeptical but pretty emotional) so he sat on his desktop chair and thought about what was said.

“Arsenemon told me. Really, he just let us do it because… He didn’t want to see that Bakumon suffer like that.”

Despite everything, Ichijouji Ken wasn’t the type to get fired up with a ‘criminal’ as Daisuke and he would rather have some rivalry with Arsenemon in the same way as a detective and phantom thief have. But… This was still intriguing to him…

Yet he had witnessed this happening before -- The time Kitagawa Kentarou was stealing armor and equipment from other digimon… And the time a Meicoomon was trying to follow in his footsteps. The fact he managed to have a talk with Daisuke, who’s so determined and passionate about trying to catch him… Is no surprise.

The surprise was why Daisuke himself. Ok, Ken is aware Daisuke is the kind to give others a second chance when there’s room for improvement and redemption, but… So far all Daisuke had babbled about Arsenemon was actually assumptions and weird theories…

“Why would he suddenly… Ask directly a question to Arsenemon out of a sudden?”

Ken was sure sooner or later they would end up asking the right questions to Arsenemon, but Daisuke did it first and without their presence… Also why would Arsenemon let them have a piece…? Wouldn't it be more logical to make a trade, help the Bakumon and in return take the piece from Daisuke?

“... Something is off,” Ken concluded.

“Ken-chan?” Wormmon looked at him from the bed. The digimon was reading an old manga about phantom thieves up there, “Do you think that Daisuke-san was the real one?”

“... What do you mean?” Ken looked back at Wormmon, “V-mon would’ve suspected that as well, don’t you agree?”

“Yes, but… Arsenemon had pretended to be you once and Daisuke-san and V-mon didn’t notice…”

“... Ok, you got me there. But he was with us until we left to take the train back home. Hikari-san lives in the same apartment complex as Daisuke, and Tailmon is smart enough to know the difference between Daisuke and someone pretending to be him.”

“But you deceived them when you met them in this world when you were the Kaiser, right?”

“Yes, but they didn’t realize it was me this whole time, even when I was… Dropping all the hints…”

“I… I also name dropped you once when fighting Tailmon…”

“But we were complete strangers back in time” he sighed, “I do think we talked to the real Daisuke and V-mon, though they weren’t… Too invested in capturing Arsenemon now.”

“True…”

“I’ll make some tea, can I offer a cup for your reading?”

“Yes, I’d like my favorite if possible.”

Ken laughed innocently, “Yes, sir.”

“So uhh… I think I have to thank Noel for the tip.”

Hikari and Takeru were leaving the class with Daisuke the next day, heading to their usual spot to check if more people or digimon needed their help. But this made both kids and their digimon curious.

“What tip?” Takeru asked for them all.

“Noel said that it’s odd that a bad digimon wouldn’t want world domination,” V-mon commented, “We only know that Arsenemon is after those fragments, but not his real objective.”

“Hmm…?” Tailmon raised an eyebrow.

“I… I don’t know anymore” Daisuke sighed, “The stuff Arsenemon stole and were mistaken with the fragments were sent back to their owners later, And he helped us to deal with the fake Arsenemon-cat and now with a rampaging Bakumon…”

“You mean… You don’t feel the motivation to keep chasing him like before?” Hikari frowned.

“Of course I want to catch him!” Daisuke snorted, “But, I don’t understand what he meant by not believing him if he told us what he planned to do with the Digimental pieces…”

“... Do you want to investigate that? I mean, Arsenemon’s motives?” Patamon asked.

“That’s impossible… we know he only appears at night and when he sends a calling card…”

“That’s a phantom thief etiquette” V-mon shrugged.

“... That’s it!”

“???” They all looked at Daisuke, clueless.

“I mean, we don’t catch a phantom thief by thinking like a detective! You catch a phantom thief by thinking like a phantom thief!”

“Does it even make sense?” V-mon and Patamon looked at each other.

“You’re not pretending to turn into one, right?” Tailmon said with an annoying voice, “You would get in real trouble if you do that.”

“O-of course I’m not doing it! I mean, we just imagine what we would do if we were.”

“Ah! The ‘imagining scenarios’ thing??” V-mon gasped, “But Daisuke, you’re bad at this game. You don’t think.”

“H-hey of COURSE I think!!” he grabbed V-mon and put it under his arm, “I’ll meet y’all later, go without me!!” and he ran down the street.

“W-wait where are you going--” Hikari asked, but he was too far away from them at this point.

“Sometimes I worry how Daisuke-kun would be if it weren't for us…” Takeru blinked, and the other three sighed.

An hour later…

“...” Miyako, Hawkmon, Iori and Armadimon were staring at whatever Daisuke and V-mon were wearing. Yes. he went this far.

Armadimon glanced at Takeru, Patamon, Hikari and Tailmon: “What are they doing, dagya?” There was a certain annoyance in his tone though…

“They’re trying to think like phantom thieves,” the four said, awkwardly and shrugging.

Daisuke and V-mon were wearing tuxedos, those carnival masks and top hats, with Daisuke having the goggles on the hat, and capes. The others had no idea what would the outfits help them with the imagination, but maybe that’s because Daisuke comes from a family where being overly dramatic is in their lineage (after all both Daisuke and his sister Jun have inherited their mother’s dramatic fangirl genes) -- But none of the four (and their mons) would dare to interfere, unless they put themselves in danger.

“... Daisuke I think this is not useful” Ken, however, had no problem in calling him out.

“There’s no Daisuke here! Just… Uhh…”

“Goggle Kid and Saint V!” V-mon shouted, doing a swirl with his cape.

“Yeah!! That! I’m Goggle Kid now!”

“Is this a ripoff of Kaitou K--/Saint T--” Armadimon and Hawkmon had their mouth/beak covered by Iori and Miyako.

“I think you don’t need to go this far” Ken shook his head, “Nevertheless, what comes next?”

“We uh… Would send a calling card about a piece,” then he just handed Ken a fake card made by V-mon, with a ‘V’ mark on the back, “Now you know mr. Detective what we’re up to!”

“It says ‘30% discount steak bowl coupon’ here” Wormmon read the paper and squinted his eyes at the ‘phantom thieves’ in front of them.

“That’s it, we’re stealing a steak bowl,” Daisuke nodded sagely, “Now try to catch us.”

“Ok then…” Wormmon used Sticky Net on both Daisuke and V-mon, but they dodged.

“YOU DIDN’T LET US TRY TO ESCAPE FIRST!! 💢💢💢” Both shouted.

“... You two didn’t say to wai--”They ran away. The rest of the group sighed, “This won’t end well… 💧”

Daisuke Armor evolved V-mon into Lighdramon outside the karaoke bar’s building, and fled. The others came after him, possibly expecting things to get bad. Maybe his encounter with Arsenemon messed up his head??

But then… Ken remembered of an important detail:

“So, Arsenemon casted a spell on you?” “Yeah sorta, but it didn’t last for much time…”

He gulped, maybe Daisuke was still under Arsenemon’s control…!!?

“Ok we have to stop those idiots before they get in real trouble,” Miyako growled, "Let's see this steak bowl ticket again.”

“It’s at the end of the street,” Takeru read the ticket, “The shop belongs to a schoolmate’s family…”

“Tominaga-kun’s family, right?” Hikari looked at the coupon.

“We must go after them,” Iori said and everyone nodded.

On their way to catch Daisuke and V-mon, Amardimon bumped into Noel and both sat falling on the floor.

“Ouch…” / ”O-ow…”

“A I’m sorry!!” Hikari and the others stopped behind Armadimon, and she gasped, “Huh, Noel-kun?”

“A-ah…?” Noel blushed, ashamed, “I’m sorry!! I… I didn’t want to bump into y-you…”

“No no, I’m the one who’s sorry, dagya!” Armadimon babbled, “I didn’t look where I was going…!!”

“Noel-kun,” Takeru helped him to get up, and then asked, “Have you seen Daisuke-kun and V-mon?”

“M-Motomiya-san…?” He took a moment to think, then he pointed behind him with his opposite hand, “I saw him… riding on Lighdramon this way.”

“Thank you!” Miyako smiled, and then the group went in that direction.

“... What is happening here?” Noel tilted his head.

Soleil and Lune were passing by when they saw Daisuke on Lighdramon running through the street. With some annoyance, Soleil commented with her and their digimon:

“What is that buffoon doing this time…”

“I sense something strange coming from him,” Lune sighed, “Well, it’s none of our business. His friends can handle it.”

“Should we do something, Youta?” Coronamon asked.

“Nah, it’s what Lune said… We let the famous group handle it themselves.”

Then they see the rest of the 02 group coming and passing by them as well.

“You sure we shouldn’t do something?” Lunamon asked this time.

“Absolutely” the two kids replied in unison.

Lighdramon suddenly stopped and turned back; he and Daisuke saw the group coming in their direction. They seemed bored already?!

“Y’know you could have caught us already if you had used your digimon evolution, right?”

“I think using the digimon in the crowd would’ve been a bad idea,” Iori replied, gesturing to the people around them.

“... Ah, true true…”

“Can you simply give up on this ridiculous idea!?” Miyako hissed, “Or do you want us to use brute force instead!?”

“Yeah! So I can find a way to catch Arsenemon with no mistakes!!”

“You just gave him ideas,” Patamon said with a shrug.

“I know why you’re acting like this Daisuke,” Ken glanced at the other, and with a serious tone he continued, “You’re still under Arsenemon’s control.”

“Eh?!” they all (Daisuke and Lighdramon included) exclaimed and looked at Ken.

“How-- How can that BE possible!?” Daisuke babbled, “I’m not! I just--”

“Is this like a vampire or werewolf bite, dagya?” Armadimon asked.

“He didn’t even bite me!!”

“Not literally, dagya… 💧”

Someone approached them and hid behind in an alley nearby their discussion. It was… Noel?

“Why do ya think I’m being controlled by Arsenemon, man!? I’m not! I’m doing it to learn how to think like him and then catch him all at once!!”

He can’t be kidding…!! -- Noel thought; he had a grimace on his face. Has he made things worse?? By trying to make Daisuke not assume things about Arsenemon without solid proof??

“That’s the only logical explanation for your actions” Ken kept his serious tone, “So…”

“So…??” The rest of the 02 group repeated.

“Pucchiemon, NOW!”

Suddenly Pucchiemon appeared behind Lighdramon, out of the blue. None of them knew how it happened, or when Ken Armor evolved Wormmon before. Daisuke and Lighdramon had no chance to escape now!!

“HEARTNER BEAM!!”

“WH-- ACK!!”

Pucchiemon’s soft light hit Daisuke and Lighdramon for a moment… And then the fairy-like digimon just hit them in the head with his hands. Lighdramon devolved into V-mon by the hit -- K.O.!!

“Case closed,” Ken smirked, triumphantly. Until a black card with a golden cat paw flew on his face. He took it off and looked at it, “Huh??”

“A Calling Card!?” They all (minus Dai-Vee, they’re dizzy) exclaimed.

The fancy card said…

No, I’m not controlling your friend. He’s doing it of his own free will 😐

“W-WHAT!?” the group gasped “ARSENEMON WASN’T CONTROLLING THEM!?”

“... Makes sense,” Tailmon nodded sagely, “He had done strange things before, like that idea of turning into a villain named Daisuke Kaiser.”

“True/Fair/Alright” they agreed.

“Motomiya-san…!!” They heard Noel’s voice and the boy approaching. He was a little breathless, maybe he ran after them this whole time??

“Noel?” Daisuke and V-mon blinked, and then Noel stood in front of them.

“I’m… I don’t know what you were doing, but…I’m sorry!” and he bowed his head.

“Huh?” they all didn’t get it.

“A-ah, that’s right!” Daisuke blinked, “You helped me to understand Arsenemon a little better, Noel.”

“D-did I…?/Did he??” Noel and the group exclaimed.

“Yeah! When you said villains usually want world domination and power hunger… I was able to notice Arsenemon wasn’t after the pieces because of himself. He’s after something else with those!”

“Is he??” They also said it together.

“He helped the digimon before, so it doesn’t mean he’s evil right? And he helped us before, so… Thank you, Noel.”

“Well” Ken started, “It makes sense, and the stuff he stole and weren’t real Digimental pieces he returned them back, didn’t he?”

“Hmm… Right,” Takeru nodded.

“But we still have to catch him first and discover what his goal’s purpose is,” Miyako added, “So you shouldn’t let your guard down.”

“Yeah we won’t give up here” Daisuke smirked, “We gotta get faster and smarter to catch a sneaky cat-like digimon!”

They all laughed, but then Hikari looked around and… Noel wasn’t there anymore.

“Huh? Where’s Noel-kun?”

“Maybe he felt we were ignoring him and he left” V-mon frowned, “I didn’t mean to…”

Steps away from them, Noel walked into an alley… Where Espimon was, waiting for someone. What business would Espimon have with him??

#02 team digimon case files #young prince detective ichijouji ken

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pacificgasandelectric · 1 year

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one thing i really like about dreamwidth over tumblr is that it’s so much easier to socially interact with other people without feeling like i’m being invasive

on tumblr, it’s pretty much taken for granted that adding a comment to someone’s post is the internet equivalent of walking into their house and shouting “here’s what i think!”. it’s not inherently an annoying behavior, but if you’re gonna do it to someone you don’t already know well, you’d better have something really funny (or useful, or important) to say

replies are less invasive (but only by a Little) because they’re not As public, but they’re still very much “hello let me Share My Thoughts on Your Post” and also have a Very Small character limit, so they’re not the best place to discuss anything complicated or get to know people

tags don’t count as “social” interaction imo because they’re pretty much unidirectional (from tagger > person they reblogged from and tagger > op, and never the other way around, bc of How Tags Work) and also bc there’s a General Social Understanding that tags are for “private” commentary, inasmuch as you don’t typically respond to someone else’s tags in replies or comments unless they ask a specific question to which you have the answer, and if you reply to their tags in your tags then they’ll probably Notice and Feel Appreciated but there’s not exactly a convenient way for them to respond to you about it, and imo this one-sided quality of tags-as-interaction influences the way tags are typically written

and DMs are fine; they don’t technically have a low character limit but in practice, the size of the messages that people send is limited by the size of the messaging interface; it’s just not designed to be a good place to have long, discursive conversations. (it’s designed for sending memes. a noble cause, but again, not the most effective way to form meaningful social relationships, in my experience.) also they’re limited to 2 participants, and Also also my personal read on the “invasiveness” of DMs is that they’re kind of like walking into someone’s house and like, sticking a note on the fridge, which isn’t super annoying in and of itself but could definitely start to feel weird if someone you don’t know well does it a lot.

anyways, so this is my List Of Reasons Why I Don’t Feel Particularly Comfortable Socially Interacting In-Depth With People I Don’t Know Well On Tumblr

COMAPARATIVELY, on dreamwidth, the culture is much more permissive (& even inviting!) of people showing up on a random post that a relative stranger made and being like “hey i have Thoughts on this too”, and the formatting of comments allows for in-depth discussions to occur (if people want to do that) with Multiple Participants even, and Without anyone feeling like they’ve barged into someone else’s bedroom uninvited, because if the poster didn’t want comments, they have Several privacy tools available to make sure that only the people they feel comfortable doing so can see or comment on the post

basically i wish more people would get on dreamwidth because it’s so much more of a community-oriented space than tumblr is, simply due to differences in the architecture.

and this isn’t to say that I don’t like tumblr, (i do, i’m here all the time, lol), just that it’s difficult to form genuine connections and friendships in fandom on this website for me, and therefore i’m marching for my cause of “everybody get on dreamwidth” sharing some thoughts on Why this is and also noting the ways that dreamwidth makes those “issues” a non-issue on their platform, which is why Everybody Should Consider Getting On Dreamwidth.

#mine #dreamwidth #tumblr #PLEASE i am on my knees begging. PLEASE

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idohistorysometimes · 2 years

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The women’s study club.

In this job, the phrase “saying the quiet part out loud” takes on a whole new meaning. Mostly because people either actually say “the quiet part out loud” or you learn to identify the double meanings of things guests tell you. I am sure many of my coworkers have their own stories of this happening. We have a lot of diverse people on our staff so these “quiet parts” tend to change depending on where you are. But given the state of the United States and its laws (yes I am specifically referencing Roe V Wade and that whole issue), there has been a very interesting thing going on specifically with the women's club we have in the village (which is where I usually am during the day).

When a male guest enters the Women’s study club one of the following will indefinitely happen without fail:

He will immediately exit upon knowing what the building is (usually because he did not read the sign before entering).

He will laugh about being a man inside of a woman’s club and will leave (he might come back upon being called out for leaving by either myself or the woman he is with but also might not).

Make some form of backhanded sexist comment about women needing a place to gossip or something of that nature and will continue to make said comments even after being corrected.

Say nothing and avoid eye contact with me the entire time he is inside of the building.

Or say “oh, cool” and actually asks me questions about the building and its purpose.

All of these interactions usually happen at the same rate so it's really up in the air in regards to how this guest will react. But as you can see by most of the reactions I generally get to people entering the club, a good chunk of men either have very little interest in learning about women's sufferage, do not care, or find the fact that this place exists at all comical. Very rarely do they ever ask questions, show interest in the building in general (they are usually there because their wife, girlfriend, mom, etc is there), or seem to really care about what I personally am talking about. On the outside, a lot of this seems pretty normal since not EVERY SINGLE GUEST that comes through the museum is going to care about every person, building, and thing within it. Some things just don't hit. I get it. Along with that not every single person probably wants to interact with some random person dressed like a TB-riddled mannequin. But when you work in living history for a while and are like me and bounce between 4 different buildings you tend to notice things. And how men react to this building is one of those things.

A lot of people usually don't care about problems unless they directly affect them. And no this is not just some weird strawman argument I thought of sitting on the toilet on my break; it makes a lot of sense when you really think about things. When something happens to a stranger it has less impact compared to if it happened to a friend, family member, or somebody close to you in your life. It's just basic human behavior. When that preestablished connection does not really exist (whether that be by direct experience, watching it happen to a loved one, etc) you are not going to have that empathetic response that you would if you did. So when I am talking about the subjugation of women and their denial of the right to vote up until roughly 100 years ago, for the most part thanks to personal observations, many of the men in the room seem to not care or understand the true depth of what I am talking about. Again not every person is going to understand or relate to every single thing I am saying but this is more or less an empathy issue when this gets to be THIS common.

So how do you rectify this issue?

Well for all my male and masc readers: I strongly encourage you to keep an open mind whenever you are faced with a problem that does not affect you but might affect others in your life. This does not just pertain to women's issues or even gendered issues in general, but rather any social or political issue that might affect a specific group or several groups of people that do not include yourself. This is because history is the human story and issues like these often have implications outside of just those groups. They will eventually come back to you as well since they set precedents. And if you don't understand something or the importance of something: ask questions. As I've mentioned on here before stupid questions are only questions meant to waste the time of those around you and the people you are asking the questions to. So if you legitimately don't know something, ask others who do! It's better to get educated on a topic via asking questions and exploring the world around you rather than not asking any questions and just guessing (or ignoring everything around you that is unfamiliar or strange).

I strongly believe all of the behavior I have mentioned above, although rooted in sexism, is also a result of legitimate ignorance. The parents of these men may have failed them along with their schools, role models, and other entities of influence, but my job is to educate and will continue to do that regardless. That's why that building is there. It's important and needs to be talked about. And that's what's gonna happen and as long as people like me exist it shall keep on happening.

#history #historians #historian #historical interpretation #historical interpreter #Living History #living history museum #history museum #museum #museam #museum work #womens suffrage

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It’s fairly rare for Jan and I to be on break at the same time. With our differing programs, when it’s not all four of us, it’s often Jan and Adele or Damien and myself.

“- Is that everything?

- Let me check…”

He came with me to the craft shop, and we’re about done looking for stuff I’ll need to make the invitations I want for my birthday. It feels a little dumb to have him help me gather the items I’ll use for an invitation I’m going to give to him… But it’s not like he doesn’t know that he’s invited anyway.

“- Where’s the…

- Bottom right.

- Bottom right?”

Ah, he’s right. “The”, which stands for the cool set of rainbow pens I found, was in fact in my cart.

“- Cool! Then I think that’s… everything, yeah.

- Okay!”

I hope I didn’t blush. Whenever Jan flashes that giddy smile of his, my face feels flushed… but I have to reassure myself that I didn’t blush. It would be too embarrassing otherwise.

Jan spins around, and we’re heading to the cash register. Though I like this shop… I’m eager to leave, if just to ensure Jan is comfortable. When I noticed him rubbing his eyes… I abruptly realised the lights were too bright, and once I thought about that, suddenly I heard the loud music coming out of speakers all around the place, and quickly I started to wonder if there wasn’t too much of a crowd walking around us.

Lost in thought… when someone stops Jan in the middle of an aisle, I almost crash into him. I apologetically place my hand on his shoulder, but I get shy and immediately remove it.

“- Jan?

- Hmm… Yes?”

The person who stopped him looks to be a young man our age, one I’ve never seen before – and by the sounds of it, Jan doesn’t recognise him either.

“- Jan—Wow! It’s been so long! You haven’t changed at all!”

He has mid-length wavy light brown hair, amber eyes, and a little stubble on his chin. Height-wise, he reminds me of Damien.

(Meaning he’s not all that tall, but I’m an asshole.)

“- Sorry, I…

- Haaa…”

It’s hard to read the stranger’s expression… he looks light-heartedly bothered that Jan doesn’t recognise him, but I can’t see him being too surprised about it.

“- Can you remind me? I’m so sorry.”

Jan is surprisingly calm – I’d gather he’s not used to being put on the spot. I guess he manages to stay cool even when he’s unprepared.

(If I saw you fail sometimes, would it be easier for us to be closer?)

“- Well… Back then, I hadn’t been able to change my name yet.”

That complicates things.

“- But… You were the only person I was out to. You were the only person I could talk to… about my dysphoria, my transition. So…

- WHA…!”

Interrupting his own loud reaction, Jan slaps his hands over his mouth.

I can’t help but take a step in front of him – to look at his face. With his eyes wide open…

He’s cute… What got into him?

“- Seriously?” he continues, letting his hands slide towards his own chin.

“- Y-Yes?

- Oh my God!”

Is he… shaking?

“- It’s been… Seriously? It’s been years… You look great!”

This is weird coming from him… he excitedly grabs the guy’s hands.

“- Really?

- Yes! You look awesome! I couldn’t even… I see it now, though. I’m so glad to see you again!

- Oh, for real?

- Yes!”

This guy… is someone Jan knew in the past. It’s now that Jan recognises him that he looks surprised… Or rather, it’s Jan’s positive reaction that surprises him.

Hmm… I feel a little dumb, just observing them like this. I’ll make a dumb comment to make it look like I’m owning it.

“- Jan was the only person you were able to be out to? That sounds tragic.

- …Attention seeker.

- …Ouch.”

Still holding the stranger’s – to me – hands, the flustered Jan who directs a snarky comment in my direction looks adorable.

(This doesn’t look like him failing at all.)

Guy number three chuckles and does in fact turn his attention to me.

“- Well… I guess… As far as not being able to be out generally went. But Jan being the one who knew, that wasn’t so tragic.

- Yeah? How did he come to know? Were you guys close friends?

- You don’t have to tell him if you don’t want to.”

This could feel like a critique coming from Jan, but he looks in an overwhelmingly good mood. Finally letting go of his old friend’s hands, he looks at him with some sort of… amazed wonder.

“- Heheh, it’s fine. You were so cool!”

Number three takes a step away to stretch, and immediately looks more relaxed. When he starts talking again, though, his voice reveals a lot of emotion.

“- I was just… this was in middle school. My parents are extremely transphobic, and I just couldn’t… allow them to know. I felt like I couldn’t trust anyone, so I was completely closeted.”

He marks a pause, clicking his tongue as he hesitates. I don’t know what to say… so I wait.

“- It felt so bad… I desperately wanted someone to talk to about my feelings… but I couldn’t even trust my friends. I didn’t know that I could trust them to keep it a secret, or even just… to respect me. Well, it’s in that context that I learned about Jan.

- Learned about Jan…

- Learned about Jan…”

Both Jan and I said that.

“- Heheh! Jan was this boy who was extremely popular… but plot twist, he was actually nice! Whenever someone told you about Jan, they would tell you “you’d think a popular guy like this would be an asshole, but no, he’s actually super nice.” He had a really good reputation and he looked like he was friendly with everyone.”

Of course that’s how he was.

“- So when I would run into him, I’d be curious, like everyone else. Plus, there was no way around it… He was pretty… So incredibly pretty…”

He chuckles nervously and starts to look in the direction opposite to Jan before continuing:

“- I started to overthink it… His face… He had such a pretty face, almost like… So I thought… I thought maybe he was like me. I didn’t have any proof, and actually, I didn’t believe it that much… I just wanted to.”

I find myself blushing (though if I’m lucky, maybe not…) and can’t help but take a glance at Jan. He looks slightly embarrassed, but most importantly… Well, Jan is very handsome. I wouldn’t say he could be mistaken for a girl, but his facial traits are delicate… His extremely pale blonde hair contributes to that soft air of his, and when his eyes were wide open in shock just a couple minutes ago…

You could see that he hides it. With his eyelids always exaggeratedly, and yet somehow tastefully relaxed, Jan wants to look cool – which he is – more than he wants to look cute – which he is.

“- I really wanted to. And with time I realised I desperately needed somebody to talk to. That’s why… I risked it, and I talked to him. And I told him.

- But…

- …Yeah. Oops. I was wrong. That was embarrassing, huh?

- It’s alright,” Jan reacts.

“- Of course… See? Being the person that he is, Jan lived up to his reputation, and he was incredibly nice. Now that the cat was out of the bag… It just turned out that he was the only person I’d come out to. And because he was so nice… I knew I could always come up to him to tell him about my feelings… Even just to hang around someone who knew, and believed me.

- Aww, that’s so sweet, though. Is that seriously how you guys became friends?

- Yes.

- Yeah! We were in different classes, so otherwise, we wouldn’t really have had a reason to hang out. I always felt like such an outsider, but there was something exciting about having a secret together.

- And you always seemed to appear out of nowhere, so it was like…

- You were in constant danger,” number three says, chuckling again.

“- Pff… No… I was going to say something like… constant fun.”

When I asked him about it a long time ago, Damien told me Jan had always had close queer friends. If this person’s identity was a secret, then he’s probably not who Dam was talking about. Either way… he said “duh, you’re safe with Jan” like I’d asked him a really stupid question. “Safer than with me, even.” (Threatening finger guns.)

“- Well… I don’t know if you ever thought about me, in all this time, but… You were so important to me, and I’m like… way too happy to have ran into you.

- Hah… are you kidding?”

I don’t know how he could say that, when Jan has been smiling genuinely this entire conversation. But just now… his expression gets a lot more intense.

“- I almost want to cry. I didn’t even recognise you. I’m so happy to see you again.”

#murder fabrication #english #pride #!!

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injvre · 1 year

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dream i had a while back about dogs barking. a little scary, idk. sorry for how i decided to write this, it felt faster & i thought about posting it somewhere else but decided not to

it’s pretty rare, but sometimes when i dream, i’m not me / my circumstances are totally different from my real life / everyone else in the dream is a stranger, and it may have a more coherent plot. this is one of those

>move into gated neighborhood >way nicer than last neighborhood >had scary home invasion incident in last place, paranoid & want to get away >spend lots of money on getting a guard dog and getting it trained >have to introduce dog to neighbors because they also have dogs (2 or 3 little toy breeds) >immediately hate my dog because he's big and scary, convinced he’s going to eat fifi gigi & mimi i guess >see lots of “missing dog” posters for dogs in our neighborhood but think nothing of it >our neighbor increase comments abt my dog eating other dogs, make weird accusations to an owner of one of the missing dogs that my dog ate theirs >(even though i moved in after his dog went missing) >my dog behaves fine, never hear or see dog do anything they say >neighbor gets contentious, mentions going to court >don’t want to lose my dog so i say i'll set up a security camera so we can get it solved >rig up camera (wanted to anyway) >also rig up microphone >program to record on movement & on loud detection of noise >also it’ll play a sharp noise that dogs hate but people cant hear >wont hurt dogs and will have win/win of making sure neighbor dogs dont bark back >neighbor snotty about it but agrees >go to bed >dog wakes me up to go out in the middle of the night >let dog out & go back to bed to watch the cameras on my phone >neighbor’s dogs already out b/c doggy door & bark at mine >my dog does his business & goes patrolling smells >he ignores their dogs barking but they settle down >like couple min of footage on the cameras >dog lays down on back porch for nap >their dogs go inside >no footage bc not enough movement/noise to activate cameras >basically this for a week or so >nothing interesting just normal shit, people locking their cars etc >neighbor starts saying this is it this is your dog antagonizing i told you >can’t let my dog out because hers bark immediately >she says let my dog out when hers aren’t out but can’t do that because she has a doggy door so if they hear / see my dog let out then they come out to bark. >whatever. i cope >one night i hear my dog bark so i look at the clips on my phone >tfw my dog DOES start it >heart drops to asshole thinking my dog will get taken away >clip starts a few secs b4 trigger so dog laying on porch. see ears perk up / neck fur stand up going guard dog mode >growling starts >dont see anything >dog stand up >walk slowly to end of porch >neighbor dogs start cowering by back door yapping >my dog starts doing big scary booming dog barks >its fucking over they totally think my dog is gonna eat theirs he's gonna be taken nononono >finally notice he’s not even looking in their direction >another dog starts walking btwn our fences in little alley thing >can barely see it because growing grapes along fence & some other plants >but kind of large and reddish/brown >moving slowly taking really weird steps walking slow >head moving back n forth weirdly >my dog standing back from fence as this thing approaches just barking trying to scare it off >my dog & neighbors dog keep flinching bc dog frequency bell going off >just keep barking tho clearly super pissed about this >meanwhile strange dog not flinching at all ? >neighbor lady is gonna be pissed my idea didn’t work >neighbor dogs get a little bolder & go to mid yard also barking >light turns on in neighbor house >they yell at dogs & get theirs inside >i come get my dog >he hurries inside kinda like he’s scared of smthn but i dont see shit at that time bc its out of range of porch lights >look on camera when i’m back in bed >on camera it shows >strange dog keeps going to neighbors back gate >stands up on its hind legs >realize it was a fucking human man on his elbows and knees >can see straps/belts holding ankles to hip and wrists to shoulder with caps???? or bandages on the joints >penis out >more straps across his middle >realize its how this guy is wearing the dog fur >red/brown. still got head but it's like a bear rug where it's kinda flattened >fiddling w stupid wrapped-up elbows at gate that just latches >OPENS GATE >goes back to all fours to go across their yard >moving like he’s tired >gets to porch >squeezes himself into dog door >immediately freak out & call the police >have to give huge interview and show footage and their house is searched and they catch guy from a few houses down and charge him with all kinds of things and he's going to jail >tfw neighbors never say thank you even though w/o me & my dog they never would have known this happened and i’m not sure if they’d even know he went in their house >still hate me over stupid shit

#dream journal

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prettierthanurbf · 3 years

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So What?

Y/n walked down the halls to find her best friend, getting the overwhelming feeling she’d be stuck walking into class alone, when she finally bumped into someone she knew. “Oh, great.” She mumbled irritably.

He turned around with a grin. “Well, hello, y/n.”

She rolled her eyes at his cocky grin. “Where’s your brother?”

The question just made his grin grow wider, making your patience even thinner. “Wouldn’t you like to know.” He teased.

She let her eyes wander around the halls to avoid eye contact when her eyes landed on him, sighing in relief, she pushed past his brother and hurried off to Tom. “Hey.” She said happily.

He looked up from his book. “Nice of you to wake up early for once.” He teased.

She laughed. “My parents are going to cut me off if I miss school to sleep in.” She explained.

He looked over her head, his eyes stopping on something that made his eyebrows furrow. “Mattheo’s staring at you again.” He whispered.

She quickly spun around to meet Mattheo’s eyes, turning back around so quick she almost fell over.

Tom helped her stand. “You alright?” He asked concerned.

She put a hand to her head. “I swear if he hexed me I’ll burn the little bastard.”

Tom chuckled. “Now I might just help you with that.”

Before y/n could say anything else, the teacher opened the doors for everyone in the class to walk in.

The whole class was a blur, mostly because y/n was asleep through half of it and hurrying to copy off of To ‘a notes during the other half, paying no attention to the teacher whatsoever.

Tom had to talk to one of his teachers before the next class started, which left y/n waiting outside on a bench alone with a book until class started.

Mattheo, who had grown bored of his friend group, walked off to bug y/n, sliding onto the bench and taking the spot a little too close to y/n.

She didn’t glance up from her book or move. “What?” She asked calmly.

He raised a brow. “No snarky comment? Hm.” He hummed. “Are you feeling alright?”

She rolled her eyes. “What do you want, Mattheo?”

“Ah, there’s the tone I was looking for.” He grinned. “What’re you reading?”

She clicked her tongue. “You could check the cover, you know.”

He shrugged. “It would sound so much better coming from your lips than mine.”

She shut her book, her finger holding the page she was on, snapping her head to look at him. “What do you want, Mattheo?” She repeated, this time a little less calm.

He smirked. “Maybe I want to help with your anger issues.”

“Maybe you should work on yours first.” She said back.

He laughed. “We could work on it together.”

She rolled her eyes. “I’d rather burn. Over and over. For eternity.”

He shrugged. “I could make it worth your while.”

She raised a brow. “What’s your angle, Riddle?”

He looked away with a small grin. “There’s no angle. I just think we could help each other out.”

“Have fun finding someone for that because I’m not your girl.” She slipped a small piece of paper into her book before getting up.

“But you could be.” Mattheo mumbled, but y/n had already walked off with all her things.

His shoulders slumped. “Great.”

Tom walked over to him laughing. “Did you seriously think whatever you were planning would work?”

Mattheo scowled at his brother. “It’s not like you’ve tried getting with her. Why is she so difficult.”

“She’s not into like that.” Tom said in a ‘duh’ tone.

Mattheo scoffed. “All the girls are into me like that.”

Tom shook his head and laughed a little more. “Not the one you like like that.”

He rolled his eyes. “I don’t like her like that, Tommy.”

“Then stop going after her, because I swear on my life and hers I will make yours a living hell if you break her heart or mess around with her for kicks. Got it?” Tom said sternly.

Mattheo put his hands up, a familiar teasing grin growing on his face. “It’s not that deep, brother.” And with that he walked off, another grinning glance at Tom before going straight ahead to see if he could find y/n.

He didn’t see her until school was over, when the clouds were making weird shapes up and the colors were changing from the sun going down, the black lake always looked prettiest at this time of day, which is why Mattheo chose to walk alongside it, also in hopes he’d find a weird creature in the water and draw it.

He came across y/n when he was walking back to the school, she was laying on her back, her head rested on her book bag, with a different book in her hands than she was reading hours prior. He walked over to her confidently.

“Hey, gorgeous.”

She sighed. “What?”

He sat down beside her. “So this is what you do after school?”

She rolled her eyes. “Quidditch practice was canceled today.”

He nodded. “Totally forgot you were on the team.”

She glanced at him. “Is there any reason you’re here or what?”

He shrugged. “Just wanted to know how you were doing.”

She pulled a piece of paper put of her robe, handing it to Mattheo without looking away from her book. “You read that and tell me how you think I’m feeling.”

His eyes scanned over the paper. “An animagus? Seriously?”

She shrugged. “Now I’ve got to wait for my uncle Newt to come down here and talk to me about everything.”

Mattheo handed the paper back. “So you can’t go home?”

She shook her head. “Apparently my brothers tore up the place pretty bad and they’re trying to get it under control.”

“So why don’t you just stay with me and Tom?”

She snorted. “Because it’s you and Tom. I swear both of you don’t know how to not argue, especially when you’re trying to do something ‘important’.”

Matthe scoffed. “We do not!”

She raised a brow. “So we’re just gonna play that game now?”

He shrugged. “I mean…”

She rolled her eyes. “You’re an idiot if you think you don’t argue with your brother a lot.”

“Just stay with us.” It came out more as a plead than a suggestion, which was not Mattheo’s intention at all.

Y/n laughed. “Beg me.” She joked.

He rolled his eyes. “Oh, ha ha, very funny.” He said sarcastically. “Just stay with us.”

She glanced at him from her book. “If I do will you go away?”

“Maybe.” He said.

She shrugged. “Fine. Just let your brother know so it’s not a surprise or anything.”

“Okay.” Mattheo got up. “Did you finish the other book?” He asked, stopping himself from running off to find his brother so he could talk to y/n some more.

She looked up at him. “Yes. I had most of my classes to read through it.”

“How long have you had this one?”

“Since lunch. Why?”

He grinned. “No reason, no reason.”

“Why?” She repeated, this time sternly.

Mattheo looked down at her. “You’ll find out.” He winked at her before running off to find Tom.

When Spring break rolled around, y/n, Tom, and Mattheo went to Tom and Mattheo’s mansion they inherited when their dad mysteriously passed away.

Y/n explored a little since it was a bit of an upgrade from where the Riddle brothers were staying when she last stayed with them.

She stepped into a dark ish bedroom with lots of books. She walked over to the blinds and pushed them open so she could get a better look in the room.

“I usually like the curtains closed.” Mattheo said, scaring the shit out of y/n.

She turned to him with a hand over her heart. “Warn a girl next time, Mattheo!”

He laughed. “Sorry, sorry.”

She continued to look around. “You know, your room is the darkest one in this whole house. And the most gloomy.” Her eyes landed on the bookshelves. “Except for the books. They’re gorgeous.”

He chuckled. “You can go ahead and take some if you want. I’ve read all of them so I don’t really care.”

She raised a brow before laughing. “You’ve read all these? Like actually, actually? You’re not screwing with me?”

He shook his head. “Is that a surprise?”

“Yes! In all the time I’ve known you, I’ve never seen you open a book.”

“You don’t spend any time in the library.” He stated. “That’s where I am during my free time.”

“When you’re not walking around the lake.” She said.

He laughed. “You stalking me?”

She rolled her eyes. “Don’t flatter yourself, Mattheo. I’ve seen you walking around like a loner because I spend most of my time by the lake. It’s where some of the hot guys at our school swim so it’s a pretty good view.”

Mattheo clenched his jaw before letting out a forced laugh. “I forgot you like staring at strangers who are half naked.”

She shrugged. “If they’re hot, they’re hot. I gotta stare.”

“You’re not like… staring at them like that, are you?” He laughed. “Cause that would be weird.”

“Oh, like how you look at me?” She said, raising a brow as a grin pulled at her lips.

He chuckled. “Now, darling, I think you’re just seeing things.”

“Oh?” She asked, walking over to him. “So if I were to take my sweater off you’d keep looking at my eyes?”

He laughed awkwardly. “Well, I think a lot of people would look, honestly…”

She raised a brow. “If your brother was changing you’d look at his chest?”

He rolled his eyes. “No. Obviously not.”

She nodded. “But you’d have a problem looking in my eyes instead of at my chest?”

“Well you’re not my sister so I can look.”

“Well now you just sound like a creep.” Y/n teased.

Mattheo scowled. “Well now you’re not being fair.”

“Oh no?” She grinned, unzipping her hoodie and sliding it off her arms. “My eyes are up here, Mattheo.”

“Screw this.” Mattheo mumbled annoyed. He cupped y/n’s face gently before pulling her in and pressing his lips against hers.

She pulled away for air after what felt like a short time period. “You do that to all the girls who try to take their sweater off?” She asked dumbfounded.

He shook his head and laughed, his hands still cupping her face. “You’re so blind sometimes, y/n.”

She raised a brow. “And you’re not?”

His eyebrows furrowed. “No?”

“You sound unsure.” She teased. “But you are.”

He rolled his eyes, pulling his hands away. “You are more than I am.”

“I’ve been in love with you since I met you.” She said quietly. “And you never noticed.”

He grinned. “So the flirting was getting to you?” He teased.

“I’ll cut your throat.” She said quickly.

He chuckled. “I’ll take my chances.” He pulled her in for another kiss, pulling away when he heard footsteps getting closer to his room.

She quickly pulled back and stood by the bookshelf, getting a book off the shelf quickly. “What’s this one about?” She asked calmly.

Matthe cleared his throat. “Uh, uhm… werewolves.” He said after clearing his throat.

Tom knocked on the door frame. “Hey, there’s hot water on the stove right now. I’ve got to stop by the market to get some more stuff for dinner. I’ll be back in an hour or so.”

Mattheo grinned at y/n as Tom walked off to get his shoes on and leave for the market.

#mattheo riddle #mattheo riddle x reader #hogwarts #tom riddle #riddle #fanfic #mattheo x y/n #harry potter fanfiction #harry potter #slytherin #deatheater #hufflepuff #ravenclaw #gryffindor #xochmagoch #the power she holds #original series

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frenziedslashers · 2 years

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Can I please request Block or Help with either Thomas or Otis?? 🥲 Thank you!!

THANK YOU, I have been needing an excuse to write something for Otis! I appreciate you anon <3

Warnings: Canon typical gore, there's a creepy guy trying to flirt with you, Otis and (mostly) Baby kill him.

Prompt:

[ HELP ] for the taller muse to use the advantage of their stature to shield the shorter one from something.

Look Away, Darlin'

You had lived with the Fireflies for years, but that didn't stop Otis from being overly protective with you. Neither of you knew how your relationship started. Baby hardly knew when it started, and she was most invested in it. Claiming the two of you were dating the moment you both landed eyes on one another. Love at first sight or some shit. Neither of you hardly cared though. Otis was just glad to find someone that didn't try and change who he was.

When there were visitors he was always close to you. Keeping a hand on you, or even an arm around you. Making inappropriate jokes to get you all embarrassed. Kissing the side of your head with soft snickers when you would try and shove him away. Some would say he did all this as a way to show the visitors that you were taken, but deep down he found it as an excuse to show everyone how much he cared for you. Since he was typically bad at doing so, but he loved a good brag.

Tonight was different, though. No matter how much Otis touched and pawed at you, or the jokes and comments he made. There was this one stranger still trying to work their way in your pants.

"Hey, what part of off the market don't ya understand, dipshit?" Otis sneered at the guy. Noticing how uncomfortable you were getting. He hated when others made you uncomfortable. God, he hated when he made you uncomfortable. "Just bein' friendly, is all." Otis laughed at the guys comment. "Ya got a weird ass way of showin' it." Otis snapped. Baby giggled at her brothers protectiveness. "I'd be careful. Make Otis jealous enough he'll fuck ya up, sugar!" Baby chimed. The man rolling his eyes with a scoff. Otis' eyes narrowing at the noise. "Jealous? If he's gettin' jealous over me callin' them beautiful, then Otis here must be an insecure piece of shit." All Otis saw in that moment was red. A wave of rage crashing over him like a wave. If it weren't for you standing with him and grabbing his knife before he could you knew it would have been bad.

"Otis," You warned. His eyes keeping locked with the man who was just smirking up at him from the couch. "I'm just gonna go to bed 'til they're gone, okay? I'm takin' this with me, too." You told him. Slipping the hunting knife from the case hooked to his belt. Leaning up to kiss the pale mans cheek. "I'll be waiting for ya," You murmured in his ear. Humming at the smirk that grew on his face. He'd protest about the knife, but he could deal with you later. Right now he was more focused on the asshole in his families living room.

It wasn't even ten minutes after you headed for bed that the stranger was standing from the bed to wander off. Hoping that his friends were keeping the family distracted enough so he could find you. Otis and Baby noticed right away, though. Baby nudging her brother. "Head 'round back, cut 'im off. I'll follow him." She told her brother in a lowered tone, as to not notify the others. Otis giving Mama a look that told her to keep the rest of the group of travelers distracted.

Otis did as his sister said, going upstairs then through a door that led him to the room before yours and his. He waited, too. Like a predator stalking its prey. The closer the intruder got to your room the more rage bubbled inside him. Letting out a soft curse when he realized that his knife was gone. Of course the one time that you take it from him, something bad actually does happen.

"What are you doin'?" Your voice made a panic surge through him. Peering through the door. Noticing the light that shone from your guys' room. Your shadow was all that he could see, along with the strangers shadow from the opposite light down the hall. "Oh, lookin' for ya. I seen the way ya were lookin' at me." He felt his chest heaving. "Wanted to show ya a good time, better than that freak downstairs." "I love that freak, thank you very much. Plus, he shows me a better time than you could even dream of dick-less." Your comment made Otis smile a bit. He was sure he'd bring this up later. You saying you loved him to a complete stranger. It really fed his ego if anything. "A pretty thing like ya'self shouldn't be usin' language like that." The shadow got closer to yours, and he'd never screamed louder in his head more for Baby to hurry it up.

"Take another step, do it," "And what?" His laugh made Otis snarl. Smiling when he heard Baby's giggle down the hallway. "Yeah, go ahead and do it. Take another step foreward!" Otis yanked the door back to the room he was in. Stepping between you and the man with a smirk. "What the hell took you so long?" Otis snapped at his younger sister. "Sorry, I wanted to hear what this fucking asshole had to say!" Baby pouted. Otis putting a hand slightly behind himself in attempts to block you from the man.

"He hurt ya?" Otis asked, watching as you shook your head 'no.' He knew that he didn't, but he wanted to ask anyways. "No, but he woke me up. Thought it was you comin' to bed, finally." Your left hand ran up Otis' arm. Right hand handing his other hand his knife. "Was hopin' I could surprise ya, but it wasn't you." You playfully pouted in his ear. Smirking at the groan that he let out.

"You two are sick," Baby giggled at the strangers words. "Ya, ain't they just the cutest? Now, what were ya doin' up here, and don't lie to us. We don't like liars." "I was goin' to the bathroom." Otis couldn't help but laugh at his words. "Oh, you're really gonna play that card when we were right fuckin' here? Really? Ya think we're fucking stupid or somethin?" Otis' words made the man frown. "Ya got it all wrong! I saw them come out of the room and I was just playin' I wasn't gonna do anythin'!" Otis hummed, nodding his head. Looking over to Baby with a shrug. "Here that, they like t'play 'round." "Oh, we love us some games!" Baby chimed in a sing-song voice. Clapping her hands. All three of you laughing at how the man jumped at her clap.

"What game ya thinkin' Otis?" Otis hummed at Baby's words. "Oh, I don't know, what game ya wanna play, darlin'?" He asked you. Looking bahind himself to you. "I think we should play 'Skin the Hog.'" You made up the name on the spot, but Otis only smirked. "I love that game! Don't ya love that game Baby?" Baby was in a fit of snickers and giggles, nodding at her brothers words. "Oh boy, do I! Do ya know how t'play, sugar?" She asked, running her hand up the man in between you alls arm. "Get off me!" "Oh, ya don't like bein' touched without permission?" Otis laughed at Baby's comment. "How ironic." "Well, ya know what ya gotta do first, before ya skin a hog?" You asked, and Otis smirked. "Gotta gut it, first."

Baby flashed both you and Otis a look and Otis was turning to face you. Guarding you from Baby's knife that impaled the mans stomach. "Skin the hog!" She chanted. Otis kissing the top of your head. Holding you close. "Skin the hog!" She repeated, slicing again and again at the mans skin until he was on the ground littered in cuts and his stomach was sliced open.

"Otis, ya don't gotta hide me from that shit." You muttered, feeling his arms tighten slightly around you. "What, a freak can't protect the person they love?" You snickered, rolling your eyes with a sigh. Leaning up to press a kiss to his jaw. "Alright, well, can said person go to bed now?" Otis hummed, hands sliding down to the backs of your thighs. "I don't know, can ya?"

#otis driftwood #otis driftwood x reader #house of 1000 corpses #devils rejects #slasher x reader

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harryskalechips · 3 years

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one and done

A/N Hi everyone! I’m back with a one shot :) I know I don’t write as often anymore but since I’m self quarantining and I’m just about finish with high school, I thought I should try and give it another go? I’m also re starting up my jewellery business so ahhh many goals in mind but no motivation ??? Okay, I hope you guys enjoy this one!!! It is definitely a slow burn with smut but part 2? I dunno!!

Y/N and her brother’s best friend Harry, has had some pent up sexual frustration for a while. Wouldn’t it be best if they just had a one and done? you know to get it out of their system ;)

*smut includes spanking, choking, male and female receives oral, harry dom but Y/N rides, magic face cream treatment for anti wrinkling results? Yes, and what else? sub space, hair pulling, gosh I forgot please read it 😁

Word Count: 6.1k // Masterlist // one and done PLAYLIST

“Don’t you think it's a bit of a cliché to be crushing on your brother’s best friend?” Ness teases Y/N as they walk out of her house. They were just on the steps about to go on a walk around the block. It was definitely one of their favourite things to do as the sun was just about to set.

Y/N had her butt sat on the spruced wooden steps as she ignored her best friend’s comment. First off, she knew it was a cliché. Secondly, her last encounter with him just seconds ago was already making her plan her own execution.

In her head, it was simply her just jumping out of her window multiple times until she lost consciousness. Ness on the other hand was standing up, watching the poor girl tie her laces. “Okay, I was just teasing. We can change the topic.” She lends her hand out for Y/N to take.

“It’s not just that Ness.” She gladly accepts the gesture and stands up. She wipes off her butt and glances back at the door. “I’ve never had a thing for him! Ryan and Harry have been best mates since what? 8th grade and for some reason ever since the cruise from last summer, I can’t stop thinking about him.”

“It’s because he was shirtless half of the time.” Ness laughs as she hands Y/N’s water bottle to her. “Okay, we can admit it though. As a senior he is 10 times more attractive than he ever was. He looks like a frat boy that could jump my bones.” Y/N stops walking and just stares at Ness while the girl continues to walk. She grabs her hand and pulls her forward. “Okay, I’m sorry for the bad comment.”

“He is hot though. Really hot.” Y/N smiles.

“See, that’s why you should sleep with him.”

“What are you crazy? Ness, Ryan would kill me or him -maybe the both of us!”

“It’s pent up sexual frustration. Harry legit watched us walk out your door while eating a banana and you still managed to trip on your shoes.” She laughs.

“He was making eye contact with me!”

“All I’m saying is that he throws parties at his house and always invites us despite y’know us being juniors. Just offer, do it, slip out, and never say anything about it ever again.” Ness elbows Y/N as she crosses her arms.

“Maybe I will.” She laughs pretending to actually sound confident in the idea.

“Good, there’s a party this Friday anyway.” Ness shrugs her shoulders. “It’s the best remedy sis.”

“Harry, can we talk?” Y/N follows him into the kitchen while everyone else is God knows where around the house.

“Ryan is in the backyard, trying to get Cassidy back.” He barely glances at her as he pours himself a drink. He notices an empty one in her hand so he decides to pour coke in hers.

“I um wasn’t really drinking coke.” She states confusedly as she watches the bubbles in her cup dissolve.

“You think I’m trying to get you drunk at this party. One alcoholic beverage is good enough for yeh.” He smiles at her as he screws the cap shut and taps the top of her head. He was treating her as if she was a child, which definitely pissed her off since she was going to ask him a really fucked up favour in the matter of 60 seconds.

“I can handle myself, you know.”

“Yup.” He rests his back against the counter and bites the rim of the plastic cup as he looks at her. “What do you need though?” He genuinely asks her. Although they weren’t that close, Harry knew her long enough to know she wouldn’t start random a conversation with him. It was more like a hi and bye situation. Not her trying to actually talk to him.

“I have a favour and you can’t tell Ryan.” Y/N lets out a big breath as she watches his reaction change into a confused one.

“Look Y/N, if you want to try and smoke a blunt, I think it’s best you find yourself a dealer that doesn’t know your brother.”

“No, not that.” She whispers as she moves in closer. There were more people entering the kitchen and this was about to get really fucking awkward.

“What?” He looks at her and notices her body shifting closer to him. Her chest was touching the side of his arm, making his eyes look towards the cabinets instead.

“I-”

“Yes?”

“Do you wanna fu-?” His eyes widen as he downs the rest of his drink in one go. Harry doesn’t even let her continue as he steps away from Ryan’s little sister.

“I’m sorry do I already know the rest of that question?” He tries not to obviously choke on the liquid in his mouth.

“Well, I don’t know you didn’t really let me finish.” Her sassy tone comes out. Her cheeks were really red and although Y/N came to the party with Ness feeling really confident in the dress she picked. She just wanted to go home and not show her face to him ever again. This was the stupidest idea! Why on earth did she think Harry would want to sleep with her when there are so many girls that try to get his attention.

“I’m sorry Y/N.” He bites the inside of his cheek and watches some familiar people leave the room. Once it’s clear again, he speaks up. “Like are you serious?” He could feel his throat becoming more stuffy. “You and me?” She nods. “Really?” She nods again. “That’s crossing the line and Ryan is pretty overprotective. I can’t do that to him.”

“Cool.” Y/N stands perfectly still as she tries her best to maintain eye contact with him. She takes a sip of the coke but later, grabs the bottle of alcohol and pours it into her cup regardless of him watching her. “Well, don’t let Ryan know.” She shrugs her shoulders and laughs. “Thanks for answering my survey!” She gives him an awkward smile then walks out of the room. How can a guy pass up on her??? First rejection has gotta sting.

This wasn’t some weird guy she was asking though. This was Harry, Ryan’s best friend. If Ness was put in his position, she wouldn’t want her to say yes either. God, she was also going to kill her best friend for putting the most ridiculous game plan in her head.

And although the party continued on, Ness and Y/N didn’t let the earlier events bother them. The two spent hours just fucking around until they found a comfy spot in the living room.

“Y/N, don’t look.” Ness sits beside her on Harry’s couch watching a few strangers play an unfamiliar game on the floor.

“What?” she quickly looks up to see what Ness is talking about. It wasn’t a surprise to see Harry holding Carla Laws’s hand as they walked up the stairs. They looked pretty excited for a room tour too.

Oh hell no, everyone knows a girl doesn’t go to Harry Styles’ room to just hold hands and a cute sentimental room tour!

“Are you sure he didn’t want to with you?”

“Yes Nessa.” She rolls her eyes and drinks her third cup. “Whatever, if anything at least I don’t feel attracted to him anymore. I found a new ick. He doesn’t even find me attractive.”

“Good. Rejection may hurt but it makes you wake up and face reality.”

Okay if there was one thing Y/N could say now, it was that she is finally over Harry. Overall, he was nothing but a phase. Yes, she was crushing on him for the first semester of the year but after that weird conversation they had, it made sense why they couldn’t work out anyway. He’s a stuck up douche - a typical senior, all while she was a junior who was either too infatuated with him or too horny. Maybe both?

It’s been about two weeks and although Ness made sure to keep trash talking the guy, Y/N knew there was more to him than what her best friend thought. She knew him for years! Maybe the fact he was athletic, charismatic and just kind that made her realize what a perfect guy he was. She knew he was a bit more complex than what other people thought of him and it wasn’t bad at all.

What she never thought was how awkward it was going to be the next time she saw him. “Hey, Haz.” Ryan opens the door for his buddy as Y/N covers herself with the blanket more all while pretending to watch TV.

For the past couple of days, Ryan was going over to his house and maybe Harry asked him too to come over, but what she didn’t expect was to see him again so soon.

“Hey Ryan.” Harry takes his jacket and boots off as it just begun to snow outside. “Hey Y/N.” She quickly glances at him and waves.

“Let’s go to the kitchen first, I wanna get snacks.” Ryan suggests as he walks away, assuming Harry would follow him like usual.

After thirty minutes, Y/N thought the boys would be upstairs but as she entered the kitchen wearing nothing but her shorts and her brother’s old t-shirt, she was surprised to see Harry and Ryan eating sandwiches at the breakfast bar, looking pretty serious. Did Harry tell him?

As she walked closer, she noticed both boys were just on their phones, scrolling through different social media platforms. She quickly brushes past them to put her dish in the sink. Ryan seemed unbothered but she could definitely feel Harry’s eyes on her. Once she makes eye contact with him, he quickly takes a sip of his juice and looks at his phone once more. “Y/N can you grab the chips in the cabinet please?” Ryan looks up at his phone and notices his sister was standing right in front of the cupboard.

“Yeah, no problem.” She turns her back on them and opens the cabinet. She goes on her tiptoes reaching for the only bag of chips. Once she grabs them, she puts them on the counter and walks out of the room, only hearing her brother murmur a thank you.

It was about 6:30 PM and the parents weren’t home yet. Ryan and Harry decided to chill in the living room when the doorbell rang. Pausing the game, Ryan opened the door to see Tom standing in front of him. “Y/N it’s for you!” He calls out for his sister since he knew Tom was her friend.

“Who’s that?” Harry mouthed.

“Her boyfriend.” Ryan shrugs as he unpauses the game.

“Tom? What are you doing here?” Y/N walks down the stairs, pulling her shirt down.

“Vanessa told me to come by. Apparently you need help with the calculus homework? I’m free tonight anyway.” He smiles and gives her a hug. Tom was a really good friend of Ness and Y/N. He was a smart boy that was really kind and obviously had a big crush on Nessa. There was anything he could do for her.

Y/N instantly bit her cheek and laughed as she remembered Ness’ text message a couple of hours ago when she told her Harry came by. This was definitely one of Ness’ master plans. “You’re so sweet.” She pulls away and laughs. “We can go upstairs, I have a few questions to ask.” She quickly glances at her brother who doesn’t care all while Harry tried his best to maintain his eyes on the screen.

“Y/N, Put some shorts on!” Ryan finally yells out as the two went up the stairs.

“I don’t get why he throws parties every weekend.” Ness takes a sip of her drink as they sit inside Harry's dining room. They probably weren’t going to stay too long. Everyone was inside due to the cold weather with the occasional smokers outside. Being the only few juniors, there wasn’t much the girls could do other than loiter around, drink a few cups and play the games they knew so well. Y/N wasn’t the type to have random hook ups but you know her exception with Harry.

“Gemma has gone off for college and Anne is always working really late shifts at the hospital. He’s pretty much anywhere and everywhere besides his house unless it’s a party.”

“True.”

“I’m going to say bye to my brother then we can head back to mine if you want?” Y/N offers as Nessa nods and downs her drink.

“I’m going to drink a cup of water. Meet you at the front?”

“Mhm.” They both stand up and leave the room. Nessa was heading straight to the kitchen while Y/N began to wander around the house.

“Y/N.” Harry calls out her name over the music. He was wearing a while long sleeved shirt that was unbuttoned. It made him look really attractive which almost made Y/N lose her breath.

“Hey Harry, You know where Ryan is?” The only typical thing she would ever ask him before that one time. (Pretending as if she didn’t sexually harass him last time.)

“He’s downstairs with the rest of the boys.” He glances around at everyone and looks at her once more. “I’m sorry, are you um- leaving?”

“Yeah me and Nessa are going to call it a night.” She wraps her hoodie around her figure and tries to make her way to the stairs.

“Want me to give you girls a ride?”

“No no, it’s okay!” She smiles and waves her hand at him. “Nessa drove. You also have a party to h-”

“It’s kind of late maybe she should head home and we can-” And that’s when it hit her. Was Harry Styles trying to isolate her?

“Oh.” She widens her eyes and slowly nods. “Okay. I’ll let my brother and Ness know. Should I meet you in your car outside?”

“Yeah.” He runs his hand through his hair and quickly leaves her side. After bidding her farewell to Ryan and explaining her interpretation of Harry to Ness, she was quietly leaving the house as she watched Nessa walk by herself to the car down the street. What surprised Y/N more was to see him in his brown jacket standing by the passenger door.

“Did you tell Ryan I was dropping you off?” He nervously smiles as he opens the door for her. He makes sure no one is watching them leave together as he feels the butterflies forming in his stomach.

“No.” She puts her hood on and sits in his car. She was picking on her stockings trying to avoid the awkward tension between them. Once Harry sat inside and they both put their seatbelts on, they were on their way to her house. It was weird knowing she was actually leaving a party with her brother’s best friend so she could suck his-

“What happens if they notice you’re gone?”

“Um, I’m sure they’ll think i'm elsewhere doing stuff.” She knew what he was thinking about and that made her a bit uncomfortable but it didn’t change the fact it was true.

“Are you still down to y’know?” Harry honestly never thought he would be this nervous talking to Ryan’s little sister.

“Yeah.” She bites her lip as they glance at each other.

“Cool. Are you like a virgin or something. I mean is there anything that I should know about?”

“No.” She shakes her head and low-key observes how he drives.

This was going to be one hell of a night.

Harry has seen Y/N’s room a countless number of times but to actually be with her by themselves in Ryan’s house made him feel really guilty. That guilt however, was shoved in the back of his throat. The girl in the room with his was obviously the best distraction. “I like your room.” he smirks at her as he looks at her soccer trophy collection from grade school.

“Thanks.” She laughs lightly as she takes off her jacket. She quickly texts an update to Ness before putting the phone on do not disturb.

“So before we start, what made you ask the offer?” He takes his jacket off and throws it on her chair. He sits on her bed and glances at the time. It was still early, so people probably weren’t going to be looking for him.

“This is going to sound really dumb but I’ve had this crush on you since the cruise last summer. Well, you know Nessa... she had this thought and she thinks it is just pent up sexual frustration?” She shakes her head of saying the whole idea out loud. “So I thought maybe I should just get it out of my system.” Harry laughs as he takes in of what she just said. it made her smile as well.

“You were checking me out all summer?” He asks her in disbelief. “Little Y/N wanted to jump my bones?” He started to smirk at her. Although they didn’t know each other too well, the awkward tension was gone with just one simple laugh of his.

“Stop laughing.” She throws a pillow at him. “I didn’t think you would say no.”

“I didn’t want to say no Y/N are you crazy? I’m laughing because I kept checking you out in those tiny bikinis you used to wear.” He throws the pillow to the side and shakes his head. “I don’t want to cross Ryan like that but I think i need to get you out of my system too.”

“Mhm and why’s that?” She locks her door and sits on the bed with him. “Because Carla couldn’t distract me from seeing you in my sheets.” He leans in and kisses her. “Tom coming by a few days ago with you wearing nothing but those little shorts was already making me lose my mind.” He whispers and kisses her again.

Y/N immediately sits on his lap while trying her best to keep his mouth on her’s. Everything about this was so hot. She was about to just rip his clothes off.

“One and done yeah?” Y/N rubs herself on him as her fingers tangle themselves in his hair. He kisses down her neck while grabbing her ass.

“One and done. Just to get you out of my system.” He confirms with her as he gently throws her on the bed. He’s pulling his long sleeve off and taking his shirt off but once he begins unbuckling his jeans, he couldn’t help but notice Y/N trying to take her shirt off as well. “Fuck.” He murmurs as he gently unbuttons her long sleeve to help her take it off. In a flash, he’s on his knees unzipping her skirt and taking her stockings off as well. “You looked really pretty tonight by the way.” His cheeks flush as he throws her bottoms behind his back. Y/N laughs quietly and she sits up and brings his face closer to hers.

“I actually would like to say the same exact thing.” He leans in to kiss her once more. Her lips were extremely soft and forbidden and it was making him slowly lose his mind all over again. Y/N thought Harry was just a phase but that seemed impossible as she was already dreading the fact this was a one and done situation.

“You’re just so fucking soft and alluring.” He whispers in her ear as he unclasped her bra. “I already know I need to fuck you hard.” Y/N eyes’ roll back as she feels his wet mouth on her nipple as the other one massaged the other. Her hands were trying really hard to focus on the task at hand which was to undo his pants but it was definitely not working with the way he was distracting her. Not a single thought could process in her mind.

“I think since this is a one and done situation, you better make this memorable.” She whispers and bites her lip as she tries to hold back a moan. His fingers were teasing her covered entrance but Harry could feel her drenched spot already clenching at his presence.

“Memorable? I’ll definitely leave my mark on you.” He sucks on her mouth more roughly than usual as he rubs his fingers on her centre. “You wanted me so bad baby? You just had to beg me huh?” He gestures his hips more forward to help her with his pants.

“I’m kind of new to this. Be a bit patient.” Y/N laughs as she gently unzips his pants after numerous attempts.

“You just ruined the moment.” He laughs with her as he kisses her forehead and takes his pants off as well. “Just kidding, this is probably the most fun I had.” He hovers over her again and teases her entrance.

“What do you mean?” She lays on her back and roams her hands all over his chest.

“Never got the chance to tease the fuck out of a pretty girl then fuck her hard.” He slaps her clit and bites down on her lip. She suddenly lets out a moan that makes her eyes flutter and her chest rise closer up to his face.

He brings two of his fingers to her mouth and slowly lets her lick on it before rimming her entrance and shoving it in without any warning. His thumb slowly rubs her swollen numb as he can’t help but rub himself on her sheets as well. “You mind if I get a little bit of a taste? I’ve been dying to know. I saw you earlier at the party and I had to jerk myself off seeing you in those little stockings of yours.”

“You. You jerked yourself off thinking about me, baby?” She looks down at him and smiles softly. He gives her a little smirk before pulling his hand away and heading his head down a bit south. His tongue dips slowly on the left side of her leg as his hands grip her thighs tightly, sure of the bruises to form soon.

“You’re like a fucking wet dream. How can I say no to you?” He urgently swipes his whole tongue on her centre. “I saw you earlier and had to go to my room.” He takes another lick. “Fuck baby, the best i’ve fucking tasted. Fuck oh fuck.” He precisely observes the way your whole swallows his fingers in and clench so tightly around him. His tongue dipping and switching with his fingers because he honestly can’t decide which is best.

“Harry, fuck me please baby.” Y/N moans loudly as she harshly grabs on her boobs. She’s never been fucked this good. It was honestly feeling like a dream. With that being said, she’s only had sex a handful of times but Harry seemed like such an expert in the field. “Oh God.” She tries to pull away. She wasn’t sure if she could continue on with Harry obsessively licking and sucking on her wet centre.

He looks up and watches her eyes roll back as her fingers begin to pull on his head aggressively. His only reflex is to spread her legs wider. After her first orgasm, Y/N lays on her back staring at her ceiling trying to catch her breath.

“Fuck me.”

“We aren’t done yet, love.” He laughs at her cuteness. He can’t remember the last time where he wasn’t rushing to finish himself off. He was taking his time with Y/N since it’s what she deserves. He lays down beside her and kisses down her chest. “Tell me when you’re ready to go, yeah?” He dips his tongue on her shoulder until it reaches the huge hickey he left on her collarbone. He gently licks around it and sucks on it again.

He was a bit surprised to see Y/N sit up and grab a condom from her drawer. “Thank you for fucking the shit out of me, I’ll gladly return the favour.” She smiles and tucks her hair behind her ear as she focuses on putting the contraceptive on him. Just touching it was already forming butterflies in her stomach.

“I could’ve been fucking you on that cruise.” he mischievously smiles at her as he watches the way her pretty tits move.

“You were sharing a room with my brother.” She hisses as she holds onto his shaft trying to gently ease the pain as she fully sits on him.

“But you were alone.” He grabs onto her waist and helps her. “You’re so beautiful fuck.” He sits up on her headboard as her palms rest on his chest. Both of their eyes couldn’t help but watch the way he was easily penetrating her.

“Was touching myself because of you.” She mumbles out as her speed begins to increase.

“What did you say baby?” He almost chokes on his breath as he can feel her fully taking him in.

“Couldn’t stop thinking of you on that cruise. I needed you to rail the fuck out of me.” She moans louder as she starts to feel his hips meet her.

“Fuck me. So perfect, Shit.” He quickly turns them around and shoves himself back into her. His hand immediately tightens around her neck and once he is about to pull it away, she keeps his hand on her.

“Fuck me harder.” She cries out as his arm begins to push her legs up. He spits in between their centres before thrusting as hard as he can. All you could hear was her headboard banging against the wall as his hand continuously choked the fuck out of her.

“I bet you like getting spanked too huh?” He bites his lip and semi turns her body before slapping her ass.

“Harry fuck.”

“Come on, baby. Be a good girl and come around my cock.”

“Fuck fuck fuck.” Y/N cries out as her fingernails scratch his back. “Come in my mouth. I want to taste you so bad please.” tears begin to form in her eyes as she continues to clench around his dick. Harry immediately pulls off the condom and helps her sit up on her knees. She absolutely could not feel a thing below her stomach but with Harry’s hard cock in her mouth, she was already closing her eyes and trusting him with everything she was. She’s never been this fucking vulnerable, she was literally about to pass the fuck out.

She was softly holding onto his thighs but her hands found comfort on his waist as he began to fuck her mouth harder. Harry on the other hand, kept his eyes on how her mouth was taking him in. He watched the way his fingers wrap around her hair tightly as he brought his hips closer and closer until he could feel her gagging on his dick. Without a warning, he immediately pulls out and spills all over her face.

“Why’d you do that?” She opens her eyes and pouts. She was pretty upset how she couldn’t taste him spill into her mouth. So her finger immediately takes a swipe of his spill and puts it in her mouth. Without hesitation, she’s taking his forming soft dick in her hands before softly licking it clean and softly sucking on his balls. She takes his shaft and swipes her cheek once more before licking the rest of his spill from his shaft.

“You’re going to make me hard again if you keep doing that baby. Might not be as nice as I was this time.”

“Maybe I want another round?” She gestures him to lie down as she continues to kiss and suck on his cock.

“Thought it was a one and done.” He softly smiles as he removes some of the hair from her face.

“How about a one and done night?”

“Deal.”

And although they thought this was crossing a line, they already knew the moment their lips touched, they wouldn’t be able to stop.

“Wait so he changed his mind!” Nessa laughs as they drive back home. “Bitch how are you at school today? I literally saw you limping at lunch.”

“Shut up.” Y/N mouth widens as she rubs her face. “I don’t know what happened okay? We said one and done but we honestly went a couple of rounds before I had to wake him up so he could drive back home.”

“But is he out of your system? Don’t get me wrong Harry’s a fine guy but like dating wise? He’s been with other girls but somehow always goes back to Carla. They’ve been like that before you and Ryan moved here.”

“Yeah, he’s out of my system.” Y/N laughs but truth be told, some nights when she can’t sleep, she’ll find herself staring at the ceiling.

“Why are you guys home so early?” Nessa asks once they step inside the house. There was a good comparison between Nessa and Ryan with Y/N and Harry. First off, Nessa literally saw Ryan as her older brother which meant they were pretty vocal towards each other. Secondly, Nessa was very comfortable at Y/N’s house almost as if this was her second home.

“Carla and Cassidy are coming over.” Ryan smirks as Harry cleans the living room behind him. “During the party last night, I may have asked if they wanted to come over for a double date game night thing. Mom and Dad are cool with it since it's a Monday which is their date night too.

“Oh have fun.” Y/N buds in and laughs. “Make sure to actually vacuum please. You don’t want the girls finding your crumbs on the carpet.” She takes her jacket off as Nessa follows behind her up the stairs. Harry obviously tried to ignore the fact, she bluntly ignored him.

“Double date? Damn, you guys really did just fuck and brushed it under the carpet.”

“It meant nothing right. So?” Y/N tries to brush off the topic as she sets her backpack down. “Why won’t you sit down?” “On that bed?” Nessa smiles awkwardly as she glances at the double bed near the wall.

“I changed the sheets.” Y/N takes her shirt off and replaces it with another loose top. She unzips her pants and wears her black tights instead.

“So should we invite ourselves to their double date?” Nessa raises her eyebrows as she lays down on the bed.

“No because it’s weird and I don’t want Harry to think I’m jealous.”

“I think you are.”

“Nope, I told you I don’t like him like that anymore and he’s out of my system.” She tries to ignore the fact, how she swallowed him without hesitation.

“Okay but wouldn’t it be better to prove to yourself you are just by being around him.” And although Y/N wanted to protest that, the two best friends ended up being invited by Ryan to play downstairs anyway.

“You girls want a refill?” Ryan sits up from the coffee table as he cleans up the empty red cups. Ness, Carla, and Cassidy wanted a new one which made Y/N go help her brother out in the kitchen.

“Are you having fun?” Ryan asks as he throws the cups in the recycling. Y/N pours the preferred drinks in the new cups as she looks up at her brother.

“Yeah, I was wondering why you invited Ness and I. Don’t you think we’re cock-blocking?”

“Harry suggested you guys hang out with us while we played games. More competition is fun y’know. Plus you and Nessa can leave whenever.”

“Oh cool. Thanks, I guess?”

“Yup.” He grabs two cups as she does. She couldn’t help but notice how Ryan suddenly started cheering. “Yeah, Styles get it! Woooo!” Y/N turns her eyes to notice Harry and Carla making out on the floor by the coffee table.

“Are you guys dating again?” Cassidy laughs as she tries not to watch them make out.

“Sure.” Carla pulls away and pecks his cheek. Nerissa was just watching Y/N’s reaction and she knew it was a bad one.

“Y/N could you walk me to the car? Appa just texted me and he’s wondering where I am. I forgot it was his birthday.” Nessa speaks up.

“Oh shit.” Y/N was clueless of her excuse. Which thankfully made her seem more genuinely in a rush to get out of the room. She sets the drinks on the table before going upstairs with Ness.

“How did you forget it was Appa’s birthday, Ness?”

“I don’t know.” She packs her things up. “Why don’t you come with me? He’s gonna blow his cake soon.”

“Oh, I don’t want-”

“Come.” And if there was one thing Y/N knew well about Nessa, it was that she wouldn’t ever forget it was Appa’s birthday, especially if she just celebrated it a couple of months ago. Without a fight to say no, Y/N immediately grabs a hoodie as they walk down the stairs.

“Ryan, I’m going to Ness’ to celebrate Appa’s birthday. I’ll be home soon before Mom and Dad comes home.”

“Oh okay.” Ryan waves at his sister as his arms rests on Cassidy’s shoulder.

“Bye guys!” Ness and Y/N wave as they both exit the house immediately. Harry stays unbothered as he takes another sip of his beer.

“Thank you for getting me the fuck out of there.”

“It’s okay. We don’t actually have to leave you know. It’s 6 PM, I can drive the car to a different neighbourhood and you can cry all about him there.”

“I love you.” Y/N begins to tear up.

“I love you too.”

“What’s Tom doing here?” Ryan’s eyes are in shock as he watches his sister hold hands with the familiar boy. What’s confusing is that Y/N went to Ness’ for a birthday.

“He just wanted to come over.” She smiles innocently as she waves hi to the same party. It was just about 7 PM and the double date duo was watching an unfamiliar movie on TV. Nessa called Tom and Y/N had to explain their situation. Although he didn’t really want to do it. He knew Y/N wanted to prove something to the Harry guy. So as long as they didn’t do anything romantic or weird that would cross his boundaries, Tom was okay with it.

“Aw, I didn’t know you were dating Thomas?” Cassidy smiles as she walks in with a bowl of popcorn. She hands it to Carla who is cuddling up against Harry on one of the sofas.

“We aren’t dating.” They both look at each other and laugh. Tom shakes his head and pulls Y/N up the stairs instead.

Once the pair is gone, the dates begin to watch their movie again. “Ryan, you really don’t care if your sister is by herself with that boy?” Carla laughs as she feeds herself and Harry popcorn.

“I’m definitely not going to interfere with that, they’re probably doing the nasty already.” His eyes widen as he stuffs more popcorn down his mouth and although, Harry was keeping his eyes on the screen, there wasn’t anything sitting well with him knowing the girl he was with on the weekend was already in somebody else’s arms.

The goal was to get each other out of their systems, why the fuck are they so jealous then?

great plan Vanessa.

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